Club Shadowlands

Chapter Ten

Under Sir's amused gaze, Jessica re-tied her halter. Then they wandered back out into the main room, making a slow circle of the bar. Sir knew everyone there, and Jessica couldn’t help noticing all the longing looks he got from the women in negligees. The subs. Not that he seemed to notice. He kept her close, one hand always on her. Each touch moved to new areas, until her skin grew so sensitive that even the brush of his slacks against her thigh made her shiver.

“Z, I heard you’d requested a bottom for tonight.” A tall man in black leather pants and vest leaned against the back of a couch, a darkly beautiful brunette curled at his feet. Jessica remembered seeing the man on the dance floor last week, kissing a different sub. He continued, “Vance is clearing the medical room for your scene.”

“Ah. Would you believe I had totally forgotten about the lesson? Thank you for reminding me, Daniel.” Sir glanced down. “Jessica, this is Master D. He occasionally works as a dungeon monitor here.”

Was this the Daniel who had lost his wife, and who liked soft women? She realized he was gazing at her with overt appreciation. She flushed, knowing her lips were swollen from Z’s mouth, and the nightie didn’t hide nearly enough of her.

“I’ll be happy to watch over Jessica while you’re busy, Z,” Master D offered with a wicked grin.

She felt Sir’s arm around her turn to iron, and his voice was icy, but quiet. “Thank you, Daniel. I don’t believe I’ll try your resistance in such a way.”

Master D blinked, and his eyebrows rose. “Well now… I see.”

“Z, my dear.” Leading a collared blonde sub on a leash, a pretty woman in a red vinyl catsuit walked up to them. “We’re looking forward to your scene. Did you want to use my slave or -” Her gaze ran over Jessica, and she smiled slowly. “That’s a pretty morsel you have there. Will you be using her instead?”

Jessica glanced up at Sir, her stomach twisting. He wanted another woman for…for what?

“Thank you for the offer, Melissa. Give me a moment.” Sir grasped Jessica’s shoulders, turned her to face him. His smile had disappeared. “Little one. Last week, I promised to give a short training scene. I’ll be using a sub, but… I don’t think you are ready for this, kitten.”

She saw the woman’s slave staring at Sir with open lust, all but drooling. Jessica’s hands tightened into fists. Z was her Dom, dammit, at least for now. And he wanted her to let him use someone else. Put his mouth and – “I’ll be your sub.”

“Jessica, you don’t realize what this would entail.”

Butterflies swarmed into her stomach, making her voice quiver. “It would be in public? In that medical room?”

“In that room. In public. Yes.”

“Doing what?” she managed to ask. Maybe she could keep her clothes on.

“That would be up to me, pet.” He stroked a finger down her cheek. “Pleasure only, no pain. But the decision is yours.”

Could she stand seeing him with someone else? No. “I’ll do it. Use m-me.” Jessica choked a little on the last word. Was she insane?

“Well.” He tilted her chin up, studied her face until she had to tuck her lip between her teeth to hide the trembling. “You are still very new to this. Are you certain?”

She gave a jerk of her head. Yes.

Zachary frowned as Jessica’s feelings washed over him. Her fear was mixed with a possessiveness that pleased him immensely. And he saw that taking another sub at this point would damage her growing trust in him. But the lesson he’d promised James wouldn’t be easy for her, although she was perfect for the role.

Her eyes narrowed as he considered, and he could feel her determination. Stubborn little minx. How did she get him into these situations? He sighed.

“So be it.” He set an arm around Jessica’s waist. “Daniel, Melissa, thank you for your offers.”

Daniel grinned. “Your sub seems mighty feisty.”

Melissa snorted. “That won’t last long.” She tugged at the blonde’s leash and headed toward the back, saying, “Come, slave, I think we’ll watch this.”

Z pulled Jessica closer and followed. He could feel the way her legs wobbled and shook his head. He’d probably have to carry her out of the room afterward.

The hallway had filled with people. As Jessica entered the medical room, she realized the windows had been slid open so the audience could hear. They’d be listening to Sir. To her. Oh, God.

She pressed her lips together and straightened her spine. Be brave, she told herself, putting a hand on the exam table for balance. Besides the table, the room held a small sink with a cupboard above it, a metal tray table, a rolling stool, even an upright lamp. Very much like her doctor’s office. And, hey, she’d survived pelvic exams before. Breast exams, vaginal exam, speculums – she could handle this.

Sir took a white lab coat from a hook on the wall and shrugged it on, transforming himself into a doctor. Looking oddly correct in the part.

A locked drawer in the cupboard yielded three packaged objects. He set them on the tray table. A speculum maybe? But what were the other two?

Touching her cheek lightly with his fingers, he gave her a warm look, then said, “Undress, please, and climb up on the table.”

She glanced at all the people, her heart quailing as she realized everyone was staring at her.

Sir tilted his head at her, his eyes level. Waiting.

She’d told him she could do this; she’d insisted, and so she would.

Her fingers trembling, she undid the halter ties, sucking in a breath as her breasts were exposed. She heard whispers from the people outside the room, and her jaw tightened. She knew what they must be saying. Naked was bad enough; being fat and ugly made it all worse. Her nightie dropped to the floor.

“Stop.”

Her hands froze in the process of pushing the thong down.

She realized Sir was right in front of her. He cradled her face in his hands, looking deep in her eyes. “Jessica,” he murmured in a low voice the audience couldn’t hear, “you are a lovely woman with a gorgeous body. Although there may be some fools who want skinny women, I don’t. There are many others here who share my preference and adore your type of body.”

He’d said that before, but now, with all these people, he must be ashamed of her. “Are you sure?” she whispered.

Shaking his head in obvious exasperation, he pressed her hand against him, against a rock-hard erection. “This is what seeing you naked does to me.”

He liked her body. The glow of that kept her buoyed up as she removed the thong, as she climbed up onto the table. The leather was cold against her bare skin. She glanced at the people crowding the windows and then couldn’t pull her gaze away.

With a huffed laugh, Master Z stepped directly in front of her, blocking her view. “Look at me – only at me,” he ordered. Her eyes met his, his so very dark and gray, crinkling at her, and she felt better. A little better.

“That’s right. In fact, I think we’ll blot those people out altogether,” he murmured. “Close your eyes.”

She hesitated.

He growled, “Jessica.”

She swallowed and complied. He put something soft over her eyes, tying it in back – a blindfold – and held her hands firmly when she instinctively reached up to tear it off. After a minute, she regained her control and put her hands in her lap.

“Lie down, little one,” he said, moving to a position beside her. One arm behind her back and a hand between her breasts, he pressed her flat onto the table. Her legs dangled off the end. “Are you comfortable?”

No, she wasn’t; oh, she really wasn’t. She managed a nod.

Silence.

Moistening her lips, she whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

He chuckled. “Let me rephrase that so you can be honest. Aside from being terrified and embarrassed, are you comfortable?”

The room was warm enough, the table cushioned. “Yes, Sir.”

He took one of her hands, kissed the knuckles. “Very good, kitten. I’m proud of you and how brave you’re being. I know this isn’t easy.” The enjoyment of his praise lasted only seconds, until he said, “Now, being a good doctor, I’m going to make sure you don’t move.”

Expecting him to put her feet into the stirrups, she was shocked when a strap was cinched across her body, just below her breasts, pinning her arms to her sides. Heart pounding, she yanked at the restraints. She couldn’t move. “Sir!”

“Shhh, little one.” His hands came down on her shoulders. “Nothing here will hurt you. What is your safe word?”

She could feel little quivers running up and down her whole body as her breath came fast and shallow. He waited, his hands resting on her shoulders, the warmth, his presence so reassuring. He wouldn’t hurt her. She was all right, and she was stronger than this. She couldn’t back down now and disappoint him. She managed a deeper breath. “Red. It’s red.”

“Do you trust me?”

She gave a little nod.

His hand cupped her cheek. “Brave kitten.”

“This lesson covers one way to introduce a novice to public scening,” he said, his voice louder, like an instructor. “In Jessica’s case, she is very new, and I’m proud to be awarded her trust. Trust or not, with a new sub, shyness can be difficult to overcome. One type of inhibition is the focus of tonight’s lesson.

“We, of course, begin with a breast exam.” His fingers lifted her breasts, stroking in circles, massaging. “Healthy breasts, as you can see.”

Okay, she was good. She’d been expecting something like this.

His fingers found her nipples, stroked them to hard points, pinching hard enough to make her squirm, never quite hard enough to hurt.

“And sensitive also.”

Each pinch woke more nerve endings in her breasts, in her core. She couldn’t see him, couldn’t see where his hands were, and her skin grew acutely sensitive as if anxious for the next touch of his fingers.

His hands ran down her torso, stroked her stomach. She heard him move from her side toward the end of the table, then the squeak of the rolling stool. She knew what was coming next. Her legs closed involuntarily before she forced herself to relax. A ripple of laughter came from the spectators.

“Because our little sub here is a novice, for her comfort, I will ask for quiet during the demonstration.”

The noise of people dropped to whispers. Firm, warm fingers closed around her right ankle, and he ordered, “Give me your foot, Jessica. Now.”

She heaved in a breath, let him lift one leg and place her right foot into a stirrup. She gritted her teeth when a strap closed around her ankle, pinning her foot to the cold metal. Dammit, her doctor never used straps – restraints made it way more nerve-racking.

He grasped her left foot. Drawing her legs apart, he set it in the other stirrup. The air felt shockingly cool against her heated tissues. Another strap over her foot. She was restrained – arms, feet. Blind.

Her hands closed into fists as she tried not to panic.

And he waited, one warm hand running up and down her calf. “With new subs, the experience of being in a scene can be overwhelming. The embarrassment, even the fear, can keep them from moving into arousal or achieving release. As a result, often the regular amount of stimulation will not achieve its purpose for first-timers.”

Her muscles loosened as she listened to his warm, deep voice.

Then he grasped her hips, slid her toward the end of the table. “Positioning is very important with the exam table,” he said. “The patient’s ass must be well over the edge.” He let go.

“And with what I’ll be doing, allowing too much movement wouldn’t be good.” Something was fastened across her lower abdomen. A strap, holding her firmly in that place.

He pushed the stirrups sideways, widening her legs until she was gaping open. Oh, God. She could do this. She must. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably.

Something scraped across the floor. A click. She could feel the heat of a lamp between her legs – on her private areas – and she gritted her teeth.

She heard someone move, heard Sir’s voice next to her. His fingers stroked down her face, and his lips brushed over hers gently. “Easy, little one, no one will hurt you. Are you in pain?”

She managed to say, “No, Sir.”

Then he said, “Start very slowly, softly,” and she didn’t understand what he meant until hands settled on her breasts. Not Sir’s hands.

She arched in the air, shaking her head. “No.”

“Jessica.” Sir’s voice was quiet, but firm. Implacable. “You do not have permission to speak. Can you be silent?”

Gags – she’d seen pictures on the Internet. His voice said he would do that; he didn’t lie. She gave a jerky nod.

“Excellent.” His steps sounded, moving toward the end of the table. “Continue, please.”

The stranger’s hands moved, softly stroking breasts already sensitive from Sir’s attentions earlier. She tried not to pay attention, to ignore them, but the fingers were callused and excitingly rough against her tender skin. She could feel her nipples tightening in betrayal.

“Very nice,” Sir murmured. “And down here, we’ll start here with a surface examination. Pretty pink lips.” A finger stroked down through her folds, making her jerk in shock. He touched her lower, against her rectum, and she tried to not cringe away. “Healthy little ass, never been used.”

His fingers touched her core.

“Good lubrication, nice and slick,” Sir announced, then gently pulled her outer lips apart, exposing her more fully. She tried to pretend it was just a regular exam. She’d had them before.

“For those who haven’t had their anatomy lessons,” Sir said, “this is a pretty pussy. The vagina extends upward from here.” A finger stroked her folds, and then slid into her, and she gasped as heat shot through her. She couldn’t be getting turned on in front of these people; she couldn’t.

He removed his finger, slid back up through her folds. “And this is the clitoris, or clit, extremely sensitive. It must be kept slick with juices.”

His finger swirled inside her, making her hips wiggle and then up, up onto her clit, sliding over and around until need tightened inside her.

“Nipples,” he murmured, leaving her confused until the stranger’s fingers circled her tight nipples, fingering each little pebble, pulling gently until her back was arching.

Sir’s fingers were suddenly gone, leaving her empty and needy. “Now, let’s go over some methods to overwhelm resistant subs.” The sound of a package being ripped open. “I have a fondness for this little toy. Three speeds. Again, sufficient lubrication is mandatory.”

A squirting sound then fingers at her asshole. She shook her head wildly, trying not to yell in horror as something was pushed up and into her rectum. Something slick and hard and foreign. This was no doctor’s exam. She strained against the restraints, hands and feet. Nothing gave.

“Are you hurting, Jessica?” Sir asked, stroking her leg. Waiting for her answer.

At his calm voice, she stopped pulling at the straps, tried to think. The thing pushed up in her felt strange. Wrong. Horrible. But there was no pain. “No, Sir,” she whispered.

“Honest little one,” Sir murmured. She felt his fingers between her buttocks, and the thing moved within her. “I’ll set this to slow.”

Vibrations started in her ass, the sensation startling. Gritting her teeth, she tried to rub her bottom against the table to dislodge it, to make it stop, only her butt was too far out over the edge, and the stomach strap kept her in place.

“Then we have this little toy,” Z said. Another paper-ripping sound. “Personally, I prefer quiet in the center with vibrations front and back. So rather than a vibrating dildo, I often use this. Also on slow.”

Something touched her clit, settling so gently onto her that she didn’t react at first. Then a tiny hum sounded, and the thing was vibrating right on top of the sensitive tissues his fingers had already aroused. Her hips jerked upward as every nerve in her body jolted into awareness. She moaned.

“Excellent.” Z chuckled. The vibrations on her clit somehow made the ones in her ass even more arousing. Between the sensations, she felt his finger stroke around her pussy, teasing her until her inner leg muscles spasmed. “Mouth, please.”

Suddenly a hot mouth closed on one breast, sucking her nipple up, tonguing it firmly. She arched with a cry that rang through the room.

“Finally, for the coup d’état, you see the everyday dildo. This one is soft latex with gentle ribbing.”

She felt just the touch of teeth on her nipples, the vibrations in her, on her clit. Her core tightened. She was shaking, coiled tightly, hurting, needing just that little more to send her over – only she didn’t want that. Orgasming here, in this room? She didn’t want to lose control in front of these people. No, no, no.

Panting, she started going through the multiplication tables in her mind. Eleven times eleven is one hundred twenty-one. Concentrate, dammit. She felt the horrible urge to climax recede.

Sir chuckled, murmured, “Well, there’s a stubborn sub.”

To her surprise, the vibrations stopped on her clit, stopped in her rectum. The mouth left her aching nipples, leaving them wet, the air cool.

Sir was silent; only his hand running up and down her calf let her know he was there.

Was she done? Was it over? Her head spinning, she sighed in relief, then started to worry. Sir had obviously wanted more than just a medical exam-type scene; he’d wanted her to have an orgasm. Here, in front of all these people. And now he’d be disappointed in her. The thought hurt, but she just couldn’t -

Then the vibrations started up again, now hard and fast on her clit, in her ass. A hot, wet mouth closed on one nipple while fingers pinched the other. Gasping, she went rigid, shot back into shocking arousal.

And then something hard and thick slid into her vagina, engorging her as it was thrust in and out, pushing her tissues harder against the vibrations on each side. Her hips jerked uncontrollably as it slid in and out, and suddenly every sensation combined all over her body. She couldn’t stop it. Bright lights exploded behind her eyes as massive spasms enveloped her. She screamed, screamed again and again, her body jerking as her vagina contracted and billowed around the hard intrusion in her body.

Everything seemed to go dark, still for a moment. Then she realized people were cheering, applauding. She gasped and jerked as the dildo was removed, leaving her empty. The vibrators had stopped; gentle hands removed them from her sensitive clit and asshole. She lay limply on the table, her heart hammering. Hands gently stroked her breasts. She could feel Sir’s rough cheek against her tender inner thigh, then his lips.

“As you can see,” Sir said, “the vibrators are an excellent tool for novice play; the combination of the three will compel an orgasm that a shy person would inhibit otherwise.

“And” – his fingers began to stroke her down below, one finger sliding between her swollen folds – “once that barrier is broken, the next climax is easier to induce.”

The finger, two fingers, set up a hard stroking into her pussy, curling up and hitting a spot where she suddenly felt need flowing over her, her hips jerking in time.

“A woman can easily come again if you find the G-spot. And, of course, in this position, her clit is nicely available.”

As the fingers inside set up an urgency, a coiling she couldn’t evade, Master Z’s mouth settled on her clit. His tongue ran over her; his lips closed around her as he sucked her clit into his mouth. She bucked uncontrollably against his mouth, yanking on the restraints with a high scream as he forced her into a long, hard orgasm.

He stroked her inside and out until her muscles were too weak to spasm further before withdrawing his fingers. The stool squeaked as he rose. “And that brings this lesson to a close. Come and talk with me later tonight if you have questions.”

The sound of the whispers diminished until the area was quiet, and Jessica could hear her own gasping breaths.

“Easy, kitten, it’s over. You’ll be free in a moment.”

Heart pounding, trembling all over, Jessica couldn’t seem to move as Sir unfastened the straps on her feet and arms. When he pulled the blindfold off, she blinked in the light and focused on Cullen’s face. Cullen?

“You, sweet sub, have lovely breasts,” he rumbled, planting a hard kiss on her lips, and then walked out of the room.

Her shaking increased as Master Z helped her to sit up. Without speaking, he wrapped a thick, soft blanket around her, picked up her nightie, and carried her out into the noisy bar.