"I think seven is a good number," he says, a moment before he leans down a seals his mouth over my clit. Everything lights up, and pleasure bursts through me like a wildfire. I can't move, I have nowhere to go, and I have no choice but to let the pleasure burn through me, so much brighter than it ever has. Hudson swirls his tongue around my clit, and I shudder, aftershocks spinning up and through me. "That was one," he says.
"Did you say seven?"
He grins. "I did say that, didn't I?" I don't think it's possible. I simply don't think that my body will be able to take that much pleasure in one night. "I take that as a challenge," he says, and I realize that I said it out loud.
"Hudson."
"Christine." He fits himself against my entrance and slides in. I almost come again right then. He feels just as good as I remember, and I want to pull him closer, make him fuck me. I flex my hands, but the straps don't budge. It's followed by another sharp wave of arousal brought on by the knowledge of my helplessness, and the realization that I'm at Hudson's mercy. He can give me as much pleasure as he wants.
"I don't think these are wide enough." He pushes my legs further apart, stretching me open and making him feel tighter inside me. He pulls out and drives into me again, and I let out a long, low moan because now I feel everything. Every drag of his cock against my pussy, the way he's pressing into the spot that makes me scream. My body has no slack. It's not going anywhere and we both know it. Hudson chuckles as he begins to fuck me. He doesn't build up speed, just drives into me.
Reaching up my body, he palms my breasts, and then drags his nails gently down my exposed skin until he reaches my hips. Extra stimulation. I'm biting my lip, trying to hold in the orgasm that's trying to burst from me. For some reason, I want to challenge him. I want to hold onto what last little bit of power that I have, and so I hold on. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, but it feels so good. I'm just on this side of paradise and I'm drowning in it. The moments just before orgasm have always been the best for me and now I exist there, or at least it feels that way.
"Christine," Hudson says.
I open my eyes to look at him, and watch as he wets his thumb with his tongue. He lowers his hand, and I know what he's going to do. I won't be able to hold it back. His thumb hovers over my clit, and that wicked smile comes back. "Two." He presses down on my clit, and the orgasm tears through me. I scream, my body writhing against the restraints but going nowhere. I'm bound with ropes of pleasure. They're holding me down and making me feel them over and over again.
It's not until I open my eyes and see that I'm staring at the ceiling that I realize I couldn't see anything during the orgasm. My chest is heaving against the straps. "Fuck."
He chuckles, running his thumb over my clit again. I think it's just so he can see the way I squirm. He's still buried in me, and I'm dizzy with pleasure.
"Hudson, were you serious?"
"About giving you seven orgasms?"
"Yeah."
He presses his thumb down. "Why not? We have all night."
Dragging his hips against mine and pulling back, Hudson thrusts in again, and my body arches. I swear, what his body does to mine will never stop feeling perfect and amazing. And I know that I have hours ahead of me to enjoy it. There's a smile on my face as he begins to fuck me again.
7
And just like that, Hudson and I fall into a rhythm and into each other. The days when I'm not in the club with him feel like they last forever, and the ones I am with him feel like a dream that I don't ever want to wake up from. A couple of weeks after Halloween, as I enter the club, I know I'm ready. I knew it when I woke up this morning, and I haven't changed my mind. Today is the day I will go on the St. Andrew's cross.
And that's why when I see John at the door, I ask him to tell Hudson to meet me there. He raises an eyebrow at me. "Special plans tonight?" he asks.
"I guess you could say that." I flash him my best smile as I walk inside and check my coat. There are butterflies of anticipation in my tummy and just a little bit of nerves as I wait in the shadows by the little stage. I know that I want this, but I've never done anything like this in front of people before. I'm honestly not sure how it's going to feel. I hope I don't freak out. Hudson appears only a few minutes later. "You're sure about this?" he asks before he even kisses me.
"Yes. I am. I'm ready."
I love watching the lust take over his face. He wants this as much as I do, and I wonder if this was on his list of original fantasies, though I'm not going to ask right now. "Take off your clothes."
It's the first test, and I do. I fold my clothes and put them on one of the shelves near the stage. I notice that the audience area around the stage has more people in it now. They've noticed that someone is getting ready and have come to watch. My heart rate ticks up, and I rub my hands together. I'm really doing this. We're really doing this. Hudson takes one of my wrists and wraps a leather cuff around it. He straps it on, running his thumb along my skin under the leather to make sure that it's not too tight. Then the other wrist and both my ankles.
"You're nervous," he says. It's not a question.
"A little, yeah."
He nods, letting a bit of a smile show. "That's okay. What's the safe word?"
"Red."
"Good. And I guess fair is fair," he says, staring to take off his own clothes.
I can't help but laughing. "Your employees are going to get an eyeful."
"I think they've seen all of us naked at some point or another. It would be almost strange not to in a club like this."
"Fair point."
His clothes are gone, and he turns to me. "You ready?"
"Yeah."
He walks onto the stage first, and I follow. The lights are brighter than I thought they'd be. I can barely see the people sitting down around us, but I still know they're there. I can feel their eyes on me. Hudson places his hand on my lower back. "Face the wood and step up."
The cross itself has a platform attached, and I step onto it. He takes hold of my left arm first, raising it above my head and drawing it to the side, attaching the cuff to the wood where the clip is. Then my other hand. Restrained like this, I'm starting to feel that same powerful arousal. Kneeling behind me, he takes my ankle and gently positions it out where it needs to be. I feel his lips on the back of my thigh as he restrains my other leg. And there it is. I'm strapped to a wooden cross in front of the entire club.
A shudder runs through me and I'm aware that my pussy is so wet that it's almost dripping. Hudson is close behind me and his words are at a volume that only I can hear. "Do you like this?"
"Yes."
He reaches around me and pulls on my nipples, and they harden under his hands while he works them. I arch my back and my ass runs into him. "The thing I like about this," he says, "is it gives me such interesting access."
"Oh?" I say, even though I can barely breathe because I'm so turned on.
His hand tangles in my hair and he pulls my head back and he kisses my neck, sending goosebumps across my skin. "Yes." He lets me go and his hand drifts down my back, landing on my ass. He spanks me lightly, and I jump. "I can do this."
His hand falls again, and again, moving back and forth between each cheek, and the sting of his fingers is surprising and arousing. He's spanking me. People are watching him spank me, and I can't move to do anything. I feel myself grow even more wet.
"There are no seats left," he says. "People are having to stand around and watch you. They're going to touch themselves while they watch me fuck you. They're going to wish it were them. They're going to see me as I lick you wherever I choose."
His words, nothing but direct and honest, slice through me with unexpected heat. Lick me wherever he chooses. His tongue runs down my spine, and his hands land on my ass again, smoothing the heat from my skin where he spanked it. And then his tongue is there, on my ass, and I cry out in surprise. I arch against the restraints, head back, but of course there's nowhere to go, and Hudson doesn't stop the way he's licking me. Sucking me. It's so new and different and alien. That combined with the fact that I know he's doing this for the show, and I almost come. It's too much. It's perfect.
Hudson pulls back and stands, and I hear the crinkle of a condom. I'm so wet that he slides in to the hilt, and my mouth falls open. I'm impaled by him, so full from this angle. I can't move, and I don't want to. I love this feeling of being trapped and free at the same time. I come immediately, my body shaking while he fucks me, and I know why that woman looked so radiant. This is … everything.