Chapter Five

I know that I ticked the groping box, but I didn't expect this.

This doesn't feel like what I've always thought of as groping, rough hands moving swiftly over my body, these feel like caresses. Even as Clíodhna threatens to put me in my place, she's coaxing responses from me, moans and gasps and shivers that wrack my whole body.

I'm trembling.

Trembling so much that I almost feel like I might fall.

"I'm going to affix you to the St Andrew's Cross," she whispers in my ear, each word feeling like a stroke against my clit, "and flog you for the entire club to see, and then I'm going to take you to one of the private rooms, and I'm going to fuck you. How does that sound, kitten?"

I nod eagerly, but she places a finger under my chin and forces my gaze up until I meet her eyes. They are red. "Words please, kitten."

"That sounds perfect," I say.

As she leads me up towards the stage, where a St Andrew's Cross is turned sideways on to the audience, I can barely believe what is happening.

I've never done something as wild as this. I dreamt of it, sure, but I didn't ever dare hope for it to come true. I'd give it all up for my fae queen, right now, and just be hers for more of this.

It feels like I'm high, my head feeling heavier than I've ever experienced, and it makes me pause just before we go up onto the stage.

"Janet?" Her voice is serious. "If you have changed your mind, we can stop. That is not a problem."

I know she means it, but that's not what's giving me pause. "My head feels heavy," I whisper. "I'm sure you wouldn't have… but I've never felt like this before."

"That I wouldn't have…? Oh!" Comprehension dawns on Clíodhna's face and she looks sad for a moment. "Oh my sweet kitten, no, I haven't messed with your mind. I wouldn't do that unless we'd negotiated such play, and even then… I have seen such games go too wrong to ever be truly comfortable with such things. No, this is subspace."

"Subspace?" I know that phrase, I'm sure.

She turns towards back towards the bar, and goes and grabs the water that I left on the side. The bartender nods at her, to confirm that they've been looking after it. "Drink this. I want you hydrated before we continue."

I drink and the soft haze begins to recede.

"When we play, subs often slip into subspace, and if you've never experienced it before, it can be alarming. We don't have to continue."

"No! I want to continue, I just didn't know what it was."

She laughs and my pussy is wet. "Good. Well then, up onto the stage, kitten."

I take her hand and step upwards.

There are people watching us below. I'd forgotten about them all until now, I realise, and the cross is set up in such a way that I shan't be able to forget them when I tied to it.

The cross is simple, with cushioned pads to protect my skin from the hard wood. I stand against it and I'm so short that Clíodhna has to attach extenders to the cuffs so that I can reach them.

She hands me a metal ball, and I clasp onto it, the coolness a nice surprise against my skin.

"If you need to stop," she says, "drop that. Use your traffic lights too, but the club gets noisy. I will see and hear you dropping that."

"Yes, Clíodhna," I say, and I'm feeling that haze come back. It's nice, comforting.

She takes one hands, and then the other, cuffing me and then attaching the cuffs to the extenders. Then with a deft movement, she uses her foot to open up my legs so she can cuff my ankles as well.

Everything goes quiet.

I mean, it probably doesn't in the club, but for me? Everything goes quiet.

The whole world fades away and all I can sense is Clíodhna, moving behind me.

She walks around to the front so she can see my face between the wood of the cross, and leans in and kisses me with such tenderness.

"Are you ready, kitten?"

"Yes, Clíodhna," I say. "Yes, my queen."