“Turn around and hold your hands clasped together at the small of your back,” he commanded.
Unsure of his latest request she stammered, “Yes—Yes, Sir.” Pushing aside the small shred of doubt that had popped up, Maggie turned and placed her hands as he’d asked. Facing away from him, a little of her previous confidence faltered. She missed his touch on her breasts. A glance down showed the evidence of what he’d done. Her nipples stood erect and aching.
His hands skimmed down her side and settled into the curve of her waist for a moment before continuing to the hem of her dress. He pulled the fabric out of his way and grasped the naked globes of her ass, spreading her cheeks. “If you haven’t already figured it out, I’m a serious ass man. And I have big plans for this one.” He squeezed her flesh tight and then took a step back. “Bend down, legs straight, head toward your knees.”
With her heart hammering against her chest, Maggie carefully leaned forward as far as she could while still maintaining balance. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize Tucker now had a fully open view to her plugged asshole and her freshly-shaved pussy. Both of which only made her hotter. God, she really did want him to fuck her now. She ached for it.
With her thoughts running wild and wanton about Tucker pulling his cock out and shoving it into her, she started to lose it when he began tapping on the toy sitting snug inside her. “I’m going to fuck this gorgeous ass later,” he promised. His finger rimmed the wide base of the plug and Maggie swore black spots swam in her vision. Nerves flared to life and she couldn’t have withheld the low moan if she’d tried.
Instead of him moving closer like she wanted, she felt him step away. A soft cry escaped her lips.
“I know, baby. But not yet. I promised you a night in Purgatory and that’s what you’re going to get.”
Metal clanged behind her and she realized he’d accessed one of the lockers that ran the full length of the wall behind her. Moments later, he pressed against her backside and squeezed her clasped hands. Something unknown and strange rubbed against the skin of her right hand. “Feel this?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” she answered. Her stomach trembled and her sex squeezed. He’d found rope.
“Before we head into the club, I’m going to bind you. You’ll have full vision for everything going on but you won’t be able to touch anything or stop anyone from touching you.”
“What?” she blurted.
His finger tightened on a nipple in clear disapproval. “There’s a private party going on tonight, so the rules are different than usual. Any Dom is allowed to touch an uncollared sub and her bare flesh without asking for permission.” He reached around her and flicked one of her nipples. “So in your case, they’ll have free rein to touch these.”
She shivered at the thought of a variety of men being allowed to touch her at their will and her accepting it with no questions asked. This wasn’t a simple fantasy anymore. Her body was about to be put on display in a public club where everything she’d researched had the potential of becoming a reality. Every muscle in her lower body squeezed at the image. Her pussy ached. This wasn’t the time to analyze everything that happened around her. It was her chance to let Tucker take control and allow her to feel. No matter what happened, she believed he would protect her from anything she couldn’t handle.
He slid his hand around to her backside again and this time her skirt shifted and his fingers prodded her cleft, sliding easily through the moisture gathered there.
“That’s what I thought. You’re so wet.”
A flood of heat filled her face. He was right of course. She wanted more. Whatever he needed, she needed.
“You still have a safeword and I expect you to use it if you need to, Maggie. I want to push you but don’t be afraid to stop when things go too far.” He nuzzled her ear with his lips. “I know how you subs are. Always ready to please, sometimes to your own detriment. The club also accepts the word red as a universal safe word in case I am not within hearing distance.” With one finger he pinched her clit, bringing her into sharper focus. “I’m not kidding here, Maggie. If I catch you too afraid to stop a scene you don’t like, I will punish you until you can’t sit the next day.”
Her head swam with all this new information. Every time a new fear cropped into her head, Tucker responded like he’d read her mind.
“I don’t understand.”
“Body language, little one. It gives you away every time. From the wet cunt to the frightened look in your eyes. I’ll know. Now be still so I can get these knots tied.”