Chapter 30

The spanking bench was dark wood and burgundy leather. Rather than a simple two-level affair, this one resembled a wide-topped saw horse with separate small platforms for each leg and arm, and a removable headrest.

Colette bent over, her breasts flattening against the cold leather of the top piece. She lifted one leg, getting her knee into place.

She put her cheek on the headrest and paused, watching Landon with one foot still on the floor. He'd buttoned his pants, but was still deliciously shirtless

"Need help?" He stroked her ass as he stood beside her, his other hand resting on her back.

Colette arched into his touch. "If I say yes, it would be a lie. I can do it myself, but I was hoping you'd touch me."

"Careful." He swatted her ass once. "Not all touches are the same."

She yelped at the spank, but pressed up onto the ball of her foot, again arching into his hand like a cat as he petted her ass. He moved towards her feet, the hand that had stroked her butt following the line of her leg, until he gripped her ankle.

Landon guided that knee into place, then buckled the straps over her calves. Colette twisted to watch.

"These are all adjustable." He circled to the top of the bench and started fiddling with the arm rest. "Gives me options."

"Options?" She prompted, wanting more details.

"Yes. Put your arms on these now." He tapped the padded platforms.

Colette did, blinking in surprise. He'd moved the arm rests up so that once she braced her elbows and forearms on them, she was no longer laying on the upper platform, but instead raised up off it, her upper body at a forty-five-degree angle. Landon reached for her dangling breasts, plucking her nipples.

Colette threw back her head, moaning.

"Options," he said again. "Like the option of making sure I can still play with these while you're strapped down." He gently gripped and then bounced her tits in his big hands.

"I like options," she breathed.

"I need some toys." Landon touched her chin, and she looked up. "Do you want me to unstrap your legs while I go get my kit?"

"No, I'm okay."

He frowned slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. And unless you're going to strap my arms too, I can get myself out if I have to."

His gaze searched hers before he nodded. "I'll be right back."

When he opened the door, sound poured into the room—the distant thump of music, voices of people in the hall, some just outside the door. The club was open. This playroom wasn't soundproof, it was more like it she hadn't noticed the sounds filtering in until now.

She'd been too caught up in Landon.

Colette let her head hang down between her arms.

She loved him.

She would never tell him. At least not using those words. He probably knew, or at least suspected, the depth of her feelings for him, the same way she was sure that he loved her. He hadn't said it, but the things he had said…

Unless he was an excellent liar. Or prone to hyperbole during periods of high emotion. Either could be true.

Luckily, he returned before she could spiral down that corkscrew line of thinking.

She twisted, watching as he opened his kit on the padded table to her left. He turned, carrying something small and silver in his hand. It jingled as he walked.

"I thought you said I was too sensitive for nipple clamps." Her voice was husky with desire.

"You might be, but I want to see those pretty nipples hurting." He reached beneath her and pulled and twisted her left nipple.

Colette arched her back, thrusting her chest towards him as she let her head fall back.

"First your arms." He set the silver screw clamps on the platform under her breasts, then strapped her forearms down.

The position felt a bit odd, as if she were kneeling on a hill, but when he went back to playing with her nipples she didn't care.

Landon bent, angling his head as he grabbed her tit at the base, pulling it towards him. He sucked her right nipple a few times, biting gently, before pulling back and applying the clamp.

The rubber-coated tips were curved, and gently gripped the base of the nipple, where it flared into her areola. The man knew what he was doing.

The clamp tightened, pinching down as he turned the screw. She whimpered, and he tipped her face up. Whatever he saw in her expression—most likely needy, glossy-eyed arousal—made him loosen the clamp just a little.

"Have you ever pierced these?" he asked before bending to suck her unclamped nipple into his mouth.

"No. I wouldn't have the patience to let them heal. Months without nipple play sounds terrible." Her words faded out into a moan as he applied the second clamp.

Landon gripped her by the throat, her jaw resting on the edge of his hand. "Pretend I'm behind you, and just gave you permission to fuck yourself on my cock," he murmured.

Colette rocked forward and back, and the small bells attached to the clamps made a high, delicate sound.

"Perfect. And I agree, I wouldn't want to wait for healing to play with these. Though I do like the look of delicate gold hoops."

Landon flicked each clamp once before sliding his hand down her side as he walked to her ass. "Did either Rolf or Andrei do physical aftercare?"

"Rolf did, when we were in the storeroom."

"What did he do?"

"Applied aloe lotion. Oh, and last night Andrei gave me an ice pack to sit on, before I sat on his lap." She twisted to look back at him. "I'm not saying that to upset you." The last thing she wanted was for him to change his mind about touching and fucking her.

"Doesn't bother me now that I'm touching you again. Now that I've got you like this." He smiled and danced his fingertips up the insides of her widely spread thighs. "I'm glad they took care of you. Have I apologized for being a fucking wanker yet?"

"Yes, you have." Colette arched a brow. "I can think of a few ways you can show me just how sorry you are."

He snorted and swatted her pussy with a quick, upwards slap of his palm.

Colette gasped, the sting of the slap inconsequential when paired with the jolt of pleasure.

"That was your punishment from earlier," he said softly.

"I can take more," she breathed.

"I know you can. But a spanking isn't what you're going to take right now." He spread her pussy lips, tugging them gently, before bracing the heel of his hand against her taint. One finger stroked her clit in a circle, the diameter just a little too wide. Teasing her.

"I'm going to insert one finger," he said in a low, rich voice. "And I'm going to see how you respond to having your g-spot touched."

Hearing him narrate what he was going to do to her was shockingly erotic. She was almost lightheaded with arousal.

He tightened the circle around her clit, making more direct contact.

"I may add a second finger," he said. "To check and see if you're ready for my cock."

"I am," she whimpered, almost embarrassed by how needy she sounded.

"Are you? Because I'm going to fuck you deeper, and harder, than anyone ever has before." His voice was hard but warm.

Again she whimpered, her pussy clenching in reaction to his words.

"So wet for me." He stroked her clit one last time before sliding the tip of his finger up to her vagina. He touched the entrance gently, not quite penetrating.

"Colette." His tone had changed. "I want you to take my finger in. When you're ready."

Aroused as she was, it took her a minute to process what he'd said, and why he was doing it. He wasn't going to insert his finger, not after what had been done to her. He'd both put her in bondage and allowed her freedom of movement so she could control this moment.

It was sweet and caring and fucking sexy because of that. She could move slowly, take him in gently.

As Landon would say, "fuck that."

Colette curled her fingers over the top edge of the arm rests to brace herself, then shoved back, taking his finger deep in one hard motion. Pleasure rippled through her in small waves, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more.

Landon smacked her ass. "Fucking hell, woman. You were supposed to go slow."

"Fuck that," she said, adopting a British accent for a moment.

He snorted in amusement, and slapped her ass again.

Then he curled his finger inside her, pressing gently. Colette groaned, a guttural sound that wasn't sexy or alluring, but was honest.

"Like that?" His fingertip rubbed that soft spot inside her with small strokes.

"Yes." It was getting harder not to add "master" to the end of her sentences.

"What about this?" His thumb pressed against her clit, working it in small strokes that mirrored the movement of his finger inside her.

The world was tilting and twirling as pleasure swamped her. Colette swayed forward and back, her body moving on instinct. "I'm close," she whimpered. "I'm going to come."

"No. You're not." But he didn't stop pleasuring her, his thumb still on her clit, his finger rubbing her g-spot.

"Please, I'll come." She didn't want to disobey, but he played her body like he was the only virtuoso who knew this particular instrument.

"I didn't give you permission." There was cold Dom command in his voice.

Being scolded did nothing to lessen her arousal, but the desperate need to be obedient added tension that counter-balanced the arousal.

"If you can hold out, I'll slide a dildo into your ass so that when I fuck you, you'll have both holes filled."

Colette clenched her teeth, fighting to obey while her arousal tried to pull her under.

A second finger slid into her vagina, and the added fullness almost did her in. She shifted forward, trying to get away not from him, but from the pleasure. Landon grabbed her hip, jerking her back, his fingers so deep inside her she could feel his knuckles digging into the skin around her opening.

Her back muscles were tight, her toes pointed as she fought not to come while his thumb relentlessly circled her clit and his fingers rubbed her g-spot.

"Master, please, I don't want to disobey," she whimpered, not realizing what she'd said.

His hand went still, and then with a last stroke to her clit he pulled out.

"I know." He kissed the base of her spine before grabbing something out of his kit.

A ripping sound at first surprised her, before she remembered that instead of a bottle of lube, he'd used small packets of lube when he played with her ass.

Cold, slick liquid dripped down her ass crack before he spread her cheeks.

"I have a nice thin dildo," he said. "Attached to a strap."

Something hard and rubbery pressed against her anus. He teased her with the tip for a moment, but he didn't give her long to get used to.

The tip pressed in, stretching her. Colette's head dropped and she moaned at the intrusion.

"You're taking this beautifully," he murmured, sliding the dildo deeper. "What a good girl you are to take it all."

The words made her pussy pulse.

The dildo wasn't too thick, and she could tell it was made of a flexible silicone. It was also either ribbed or otherwise textured, because she felt small bumps and ridges as he forced it into her, gliding it against the tight, sensitive skin of her anus.

"There we go." Cool leather wrapped over her ass. Landon reached under her, loosely buckling the single strap. The cold metal buckle was up against her lower belly.

"This will keep it from going too deep," he said, tugging at the strap which shifted the dildo.

"Or slipping out?"

"Don't worry about it slipping out." He gripped her hips, hard. The bells on her nipple clamps chimed. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget what it feels like to not have my cock inside you. And each time I thrust, it's going to ram that dildo into your ass."

Colette mewled with need, arching her back in a low bow as she tilted her pelvis, offering herself up to him.

She heard the soft hiss of a zipper, and then the fat head of his cock slid through the slick valley of her sex, settling at her entrance. His hands guided her to shift forward even as he too took a small step, his control ensuring that his cock didn't go any deeper.

"I'm going to push my cock all the way into you, and you are not. Going. To. Move." The command was almost a snarl.

"Yes, Master," she whimpered.

"I want to make sure it's not too much, having both my cock and dildo."

Holding her hips still, Landon slowly fitted his cock into her. It was tight, thanks to the dildo in her ass, and he slid in deeper than he had last night thanks to the position.

Colette pressed her forehead against the padded surface under her, panting. The shadows and her own hanging breasts meant she couldn't see where their bodies were fitted together, but she could imagine it—his cock long, thick, and hard, not completely buried in her. Her ass full of the dildo, its strap cutting across her well-spanked cheeks.

His fingers flexed and he kneaded her hips. "How does that feel?"

"It feels good. I'm so full." Her statements were short and simple. She didn't have the capacity for more.

"That's right, you are full. I can feel how tight having the dildo in your ass makes you." He leaned forward slightly, his lower abdomen pressing against the base of the dildo, forcing it in another few centimeters.

"Please, Master, please, can I move?"

One wide, hot palm rubbed up her spine. She knew what he wanted and lifted her head, tipping her face up. He grabbed her hair, making sure he had a secure hold. Her body was now completely under his control.

Landon's cock withdrew, and after having his hips pressed against her bottom, her skin felt cold as air hit it. Then he thrust back in, so hard that her tits bounced, the clamps ringing, her nipples aching from the weight of them.

"Stay just like this and take it," he commanded, pulling a little harder on her hair. "Soon I'll let you move, but right now I want you to focus on the feel of my cock inside you."

Again he withdrew and then thrust deep, like a piston that paused between each rotation. Her walls clung to him as he pulled out.

"Now I want you thinking about how full your ass is." This time when he thrust in, he made sure to hit the base of the dildo, forcing it deeper at the same time he thrust into her.

The double penetration made goose flesh pebble her skin, and her toes curl.

"Do your nipples hurt from the clamps? I made sure they were loose enough you can wear them for a long time. I can fuck you for as long as I want without having to take them off."

His next thrust was harder than any others. His hold on her hair meant she couldn't fall forward when he thrust in. Her body remained still, accepting, but her tits bounced, the clamps chiming almost frantically.

That was how she felt. Frantic.

"Now feel it all together." He released her hair to collar her throat with his hand.

Colette closed her eyes, and when he thrust in the next time she obeyed, letting the combined sensations from her pussy, ass, and nipples tangle together.

Until now, his thrusts had been slow and measured. But Landon groaned, his hand tightening for just a moment around her neck.

"I'm going to use you," he said in a guttural voice. "Not just fuck you. Use this sweet body."

"Thank you, Master."

"I expect to feel you come on my cock while I fuck you."

"I will. I'm close."

"Good." He released her neck, reaching under her to grip one breast in each hand. He didn't cover her nipples, but instead made sure his fingers were spread on either side of the clamped tips.

In that next moment he let go. Not of his control, he would never lose control, but it was as if he relaxed his own restraints.

He fucked her. Deeply. Almost brutally.

His hips slammed into her ass, his cock merciless as he pounded inside her. The dildo in her ass held her open, and even though he was gripping her breasts, squeezing them tight as he held her in place for his fucking, the force of each thrust made the nipple clamps bounce and tug.

It was too much. Colette didn't want this to end, but her body was no longer solely her mind's to control. Part of her belonged to Landon.

The orgasm ripped through her, almost violent. She clenched her teeth, the muscles of both her vagina and ass trying to clamp down, but the thickness of the intruders were too much, and her muscles fluttered and trembled as pleasure danced up and down each limb like an electric shock.

"Are you coming, love?"

"Yes, oh Landon, yes," she moaned, tears wetting her cheeks.

"Good." He may have called her love a moment ago, but his next action was that of a sadist.

Landon yanked the clamp off her right nipple. Sharp pain lanced through her, followed immediately by blinding pleasure. She screamed.

"Pain or pleasure?" He demanded, still fucking her hard and deep.

"Pleasure," she whimpered, because ultimately, any pain he gave her would always be pleasure.

"Good girl, love." Then he yanked the second clamp off.

Colette no longer knew if this was one long orgasm or successive ones stacked atop one another.

She screamed, though the sound was thin and breathless. The pleasure rippled on and on, seemingly endless.

Landon's fingers brushed her mouth. "Open."

She parted her lips and he shoved three fingers in. She sucked on them, wanting them deeper. Wanting them to fill her, gag her, the way his cock had done. She wanted him deep inside each of her holes.

Landon was partially bent over her, the hand not in her mouth braced on the spanking bench under her ribs as he pounded into her. Colette sucked his fingers, the last vestiges of the orgasm still humming through her.

Landon jerked his fingers from her mouth, both hands hooking under her arms to cup her shoulders.

For the final few thrusts, he both surged forward and pulled her back onto his cock, her aching nipples bouncing, her ass full, her pussy fluttering around him.

Then Landon came, his sweaty forehead braced against her upper back, a guttural groan rumbling against her as his cock twitched inside her.

In that moment she wanted a thousand impossible things. Things she'd always respected but never wanted for herself. Things a man like Landon could and should have.

Things like a future with the man she loved.