Bow to Your Partner (10 page)

Mason gulped. What should she do?

"You can answer her, love. Chat and be
reassured whilst I set things up. Sean is going to explain to the punters
what's going on." Callan touched her shoulder in a reassuring way. "They
may all be in the lifestyle, but we're treating this as a demonstration. It'll
help all of us." He bent, kissing her hard on the lips. It was the first
proper embrace they'd exchanged, since they'd entered the club, and the heat
flooding her was enough to make her hope to hell her legs weren't damp and
showing her arousal. That would be more than embarrassing. It was all well and
good looking forward to feeling the tiny stings and tingles as the wax hit her,
but to show how a mere kiss affected her was all too much.

She stared as Callan walked across the demo area, to
engage in deep conversation with Sean. The sight of the two of them together,
all macho male and dominant, made her groan and close her eyes at the fresh
rush of moisture that gathered inside her. At this rate she'd be able to wring out
herself and her thong.

Jane giggled softly.
"A bit
overwhelming together, eh?
I had them both do wax play on me together once,
and I nearly came on the spot. Luckily Sean knows me well enough to know where
a well-placed drop of wax was enough to slow me down until He decided I could
fly. So, is this your first time here?"

"First time scening in public," Mason
said. "We've been building up to this. It was a big no
go
at first. Callan gave me time to grow. However, I trust him."

Jane looked at Mason's wrist and raised her
eyebrows. "Good."

Mason waited for her to expand on the word. When it
seemed she wasn't going to, Mason said what was uppermost in her mind. "I'm
scared but excited, and oh my god, so turned on. Is that how it should be? My
late husband and I never did anything in public, and I thought I'd be embarrassed
or not interested." She gave a soft laugh, and ran her hands down her
sides. "And instead I'm excited and don’t care about the audience."

"That's good." Jane's mind appeared to be on
other things. Mason watched Jane pull back her shoulders, and blink.
"Right we need to tie your hair back, and get ready. If we go over
there," Jane pointed to a door set in the back wall, "there's a
dressing room we can use. I need to change anyway."

Mason looked at her. Jane wore a full bustier and
stocking and suspenders.
"Into what?
You look
great."

Jane smiled as she opened the door into a tiny
dressing room, not much bigger than the two of them.

'"Thanks, but tonight we're showing circles on
the skin, so I need to be as bare as possible. And believe me, if you'd have
asked me six months ago if I'd do this the answer would have been a big fat no.
But love and trust is a wondrous thing. Not to mention how I feel at the end.
Here." She handed Mason a hairbrush, a bobble, and some grips. "Pull
it back, and tie it in a plait if you can. Then we can ask your Sir how he wants
it secured."

The statement sounded so natural, Mason nodded. She
scarcely noticed as Jane stripped off the bustier and left herself in thong,
suspenders and stockings. By the time Mason's hair was as neat as she could make
it, there was a knock on the door. Before either of them had time to answer,
with more than, "Come in," Callan opened it and looked around.

"Ah, good girl.
Can you do it as a
coil on your head?"

"Yes, Sir."
Mason got the hang of
the sirring now. It tripped of her tongue as easily as his given name. She
moved her hand in a flapping movement. One he knew was a “yes, happy” gesture.

"Jane, Sean's ready when you are."

"Thank you, Sir." Jane slipped past him.

Mason looked up to see his eyes following her hand
movement.

"Are you sure,
love
?"
His voice was gentle.

She bit her lip. Didn't he want to do this? His eyes
narrowed and she realized he was waiting for her answer.

"I want what you want, Sir, so far."

He laughed. "Then let's do it, and then we'll
depart to somewhere private for a little personal loving, eh?" He leaned
in and kissed her, his tongue thrust between her lips, demanding the admission
she gladly gave him. Even as he deepened the kiss, Callan rolled the top of her
bustier down to expose her nipple, and pinched it just shy of pain. The waves
of hot, instant sensation, and the shards of desire bombarding her were enough
to make her legs feel like jelly, and she held on to Callan for support. He
growled deep in his throat.

By the time Callan pulled back, Mason's head was
whirling and she wished she'd said fuck first and play later. She needed him.
The shaky breath she took made him laugh.

"Yeah, and now I need a steady hand.” He ran
his finger under her thong and slid it inside her, drawing the wetness he
gathered on it, and held it to her lips. "This is what you do for me, you
know, and it's perfect.
Lick."

She opened her mouth, tasting of her own arousal. Slightly
salty, and a certain special scent she couldn't define. Similar to what he
tasted like.

"Right, let's go and show the world how perfect
you are." Callan pulled her close and led the way back into the play area.
Over to one side, Sean had lit several candles, their flames sure and steady. Jane
stretched out on a firm mattress, slightly angled to show the audience where
and how the wax would land. She winked as they walked past. Behind Jane stood
another man dressed in tight fitting leather trousers and a short jerkin.

"That’s Ryan. He's one of the owners. It's his
turn as Dungeon Master and overseeing tonight for us all."

Mason clenched her inner muscles. She daren't even
look at Ryan, she was so wound up. It was all she could do not to run about and
shout her happiness to the world. Instead she kept her head
bowed,
and followed the direction Callan's legs took.

Over to her right, the smell the wax, unscented but that
special aroma associated with candles, assailed her, and closer by, the tangy
citrus scent she knew was Callan's hit her hard.

He stopped and she risked a peak.

"Lie face up, love.
I want you to see
what happens."

He nodded to a similar mattress to the one Jane was
on, except this had a larger cushion for her head. It wasn't as tilted, and
perhaps not as prominent as the one Jane and Sean were using. For that Mason was
thankful, she'd like to walk before she ran.

There was a step for her to use as Callan helped her
up and positioned her as he wanted. "I'm going to fasten you for your own
safety. You can safe word any time. Remember you're in charge here. We stop on
your say so. But for that first little sting, I'd rather you not be able to
jump up or jerk into the flame."

So would she. As much as she loved that that
specific pain, she was uncertain how she'd react with people watching. It was a
big step for her to take, and she didn't want to let Callan down. Not that he'd
ever say she had, but Mason wanted everything to be as perfect as possible. Mason
held
herself
rigid as Callan fastened her legs, and
then her arms, down against the legs of the table.

"Relax, love. It's supposed to be enjoyable,
not a visit to the dentist." He stroked her softly from neck to ankle
until she relaxed.

"Ha, I like my dentist. He looks like a certain
handsome dark-haired film star I appreciate. Now if you'd said a smear test, I
would be gone."

"I'll remember that. Are you still green?"

"Oh yes.
In more ways than
one, Sir."
She grinned to show she wasn't bothered, and he
chuckled.

"Ah, well let's rectify that now. It's our
turn. Just relax and embrace the pain. Remember, it'll sting and then spread
into something amazing. Ryan will compare for us like he did Sean and
Jane."

Mason had forgotten there were other people
around,
she’d been so focused on Callan. He took hold of a
lighted candle from a side table and held it high, studying it, as the flame
flickered and twinkled in the diffused lights of the room. The soft glow the
lamps threw out put Mason into brightness and left the rest of the room in
shadow. It felt safe and special.

"Okay, love. Breathe evenly and embrace the
sting." Callan tipped the wax and Mason watched as if in slow motion. The
wax dripped from the wick and fell inexorably toward her. The droplet hit her
skin. Pain radiated from the spot. She gasped and tensed. Lord, how it hurt. She
wanted to scream
stop, red, fuck off'
anything to make the pain go away. She struggled against her bindings, sobbing
under her breath.

"Breathe through it, Mason." Callan's
stern voice broke through her panic. "You have a safe word if you need to
use it." His voice was level, and while she panicked, the pain receded, replaced
by feeling of wellbeing and contentment instead.

"Green.
Oh, my god.
So green."
She looked at him through misty eyes.
Surely I'm not going to cry? Not now, even
if it is in a happy way.
 
Mason
cleared her throat. "Green," she said again.

"Sure?" He held the candle away from her
body.

"Very sure, Sir."
She waited as he
considered her face. Finally he nodded. A series of wax drops hit her upper
chest, and created a pattern of tiny circles on her. The universe spiraled
around her as each sting of pain was followed by a surge of arousal. Mason guessed
her thong was as wet as her channel, and couldn't care less. In her mind, she
seemed to float, and her world narrowed to Callan and those exquisite stabs of
perfection. Multi-colored lights circled her head, and she watched the wax
through eyes that didn't seem to belong to her.

****

She came
to
wrapped in a
blanket, cuddled on Callan's knee and upstairs in his room.

"Welcome back." He passed her a bottle of
water and guided it to her mouth, helping her drink until she indicated she'd had
enough. He put the bottle on the table and studied her. "Are you okay"

Mason smiled. She wanted to sleep. "Very, thank
you, but oh so tired." She glanced down to her chest where the edge of the
blanket covered her breasts. "Do I have my badge?"

He got the meaning. "A little, there's time
enough to go deeper. You're so receptive love, it was perfect." He kissed
her slowly, and she savored his scent, the way his tongue teased hers, and the
slight tightening of his hands on her shoulders. This was one of those moments
to hold on to, to be taken out in years to come and remembered with joy. She
returned the caress, enjoying the way his breath became uneven, and his cock
twitched under her.
That tiny hint of how he felt dispelled
any sense of tiredness, and she broke the kiss to look up at him.

He stared back at her. "What's wrong?"

"Please, Sir, I want you to make love with me.
I want to be part of you. Will you?"

Callan tapped her cheek with his finger.
"Topping, love?"
He didn't seem unduly worried.

"Um, well you did say I was in charge and I do
need to sort of feel we still
work,
and— Ooh hell, I'm
hot, wet, and horny. Okay?" Her face felt on fire, and Mason was sure she was
the color of the crimson roses in the vase on the table. "Oh sorry, Sir,
but seriously,
I'm needing
you again."

Callan stared for a full ten seconds, and then stood
her up. "Across there then, second door, and stretch out on the bed. It's
only a single, and normally in case I need to stop over, or do a double shift,
and no restraints, but oh yes, it will do just fine. Ditch the bustier and thong."

She nodded and turned to walk as quickly as she could
to where he indicated, glad her shoes were wherever they were and not on her
feet
. Fuck me
heels were all well and
good, but not when she was in a hurry.

She'd been right about the thong. The delicate red
lace was maroon and chafed as she walked, and it was a pleasure to remove it
before she stretched on the bed. A short while later, Callan joined her, his
hands undoing his fly as he approached the bed. The wicked look on his face
made her mouth dry and her pulse speed up as his zipper lowered. His cock
sprung free. She swallowed. His thick long shaft was slick with sweat, and
pre-cum glistened on the tip. She licked her lips, and he chuckled as he
shucked his trousers and knelt over her, one leg each aide of her
body,
and his cock within licking distance.

"Next time, love. This time I need to be inside
you." He threw a foil package onto the bed beside her. "Will you do
the honors?"

Her heart skipped a beat, as she ripped open the
packet, and rolled it over the tip of his cock. His skin was silky and hot, and
each tiny drop of pre-cum that touched her fingers increased her own juices.
Mason's hands shook as she rolled the condom down until it encased his prick.
Her mouth was dry, and her body throbbed with the need to feel him inside her.