Consume Me (Devoured Club Series) (7 page)

Chapter 12- Emma

Holy shit!
was the only thing that could register in my mind. Seeing Marcus in his leathers and that tight shirt had the wetness pooling between my thighs. Although he mentioned we weren’t playing tonight, part of me still held out hope. Somehow, from the time he came to the bakery yesterday, and me coming here tonight, I seemed to get over whatever issue I was being a bitch about.

There was no reason to be mad at him
; he was the training Dom, and nothing was written about how or when I would receive any of my satisfactions. I knew I was there to learn the rules and protocol, and to stop denying my desires. I needed to start acting like a true sub and not a spoiled brat. I would take any of the training he was willing to give, and try to lessen up on the bitch mode.

“Watch where the fuck you are going, newbie,” a voice shrilled out as I came chest to chest with the blonde from last week.
Why the hell do I keep running into this one?

The blonde looked me up and down
. “Nice outfit. Where’d you get it, a second hand kink shop?”

“For your information, although it’s not your fucking business, it was in my locker when I got here.” I looked her up and down and then quickly glanced around the floor to make sure I wouldn’t be caught saying the next few words.

“Looking for Master? He can’t save you the entire time, princess.” Her voice was full of sarcasm and dislike.

I whipped my head back to look at her
. “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’ve had about enough of your shit. And for the record, I don’t need Marcus or anyone fighting my battles for me, understood? Stay the fuck away from me and we won’t have any issues.”

Leaving her speechless, I pushed past her and headed to where Mistress Sarah was waiting
. “You are late sub. You will receive a punishment tonight, understood?”

My eyes immediately went to the floor
. “Yes, Mistress. I understand.” I really didn’t want to be punished, but it would be worth it for telling that conniving bitch off.

“Good. I will share the news with Master Marcus. Now go get ready at the bar, Seth is waiting. Members and guest
s should be here soon. Remember, a two drink alcohol limit tonight, no limit non-alcoholic.”

I nodded my head
. “Yes, ma’am.” I saw Seth at the bar with my tray ready, and proceeded to start a night of fun, sarcastically of course.

******

I was sitting on the edge of the bar taking a well-deserved break, watching the action on the floor. The night had flown by. Marcus said it would be busy, and it had been. The club must have had double the amount of people in there than last weekend, and more and more kept showing up. My feet were starting to ache from being on them all night. I knew that I shouldn’t have worn the four inch heeled sandals I had, but they went with just about anything I wore, and not knowing what Marcus had picked out, they were a safe bet.

As I sat watching a scene unfold on the St. Andrew’s Cross that was in the corner of the floor, I felt like I was being watched
; nothing obvious, but just that weird and uncomfortable feeling. I nonchalantly moved my head around the floor, seeing if I could catch anyone looking at me, but saw nothing out of the normal – Doms talking amongst each other, submissives wandering their gazes around the floor as well.

I brought my attention back to the cross. The Dom had his sub or bottom, as I didn’t recognize them and
, as far as I knew, she could just be a bottom, restrained to the cross with her breasts facing the wall. Her legs were held in the cuffs just above the foot platform, and her arms were restrained above her head and then tied to either side using what I believe were Shibari hooks on the tops of the cross. The Dom was lightly dragging a cat o’ nine tails over her body. He was moving the whip over her shoulders, down across her back and repeating the motion moving upward to her opposite shoulder, drawing an X on her back.
Fitting for being tied to one
.

The Dom whispered something in her ear
, and her head fell back to meet his shoulder as he kissed her neck, making his way back to her bare shoulders. Taking one hand, he wrapped his arm around to her front and grabbed her breast. The submissive was naked except for her thong and heels. I watched as he rolled his fingers over her already erect nipple, gently tugging it to a stiffer peak. He paid the same attention to the other nipple before running his hand down over her abdomen and directly to her pussy.

He must have slid his finger over her as her head fell back again to his shoulders
, and I could see the ropes strain as she pulled on them. I couldn’t see his hand on her sex from the angle I was at, but I could tell where it was. The brief interlude of caress and touch didn’t last long, as I watched him maneuver the cat o’ nine over her body again, this time pulling it back just enough to land it lightly against her skin. I watched as her body tightened with each blow as he picked up the speed and intensity of the hits. Currently, he was bringing them down over her ass and thighs, leaving multiple tiny red welts where the knots had landed.

I was so engrossed in the scene and in her ecstasy that I did not notice the body next to me until he spoke
. “I bet if I check your pussy right now, you’d be soaking wet.”

Marcus. I turned quickly to face him,
cheeks on fire from being caught watching the scene, and my own embarrassment because I was, indeed, turned on.

“Master Marcus, I didn’t know you were standing there. I am sorry. I will get back to work.” I made a motion to turn and head off, but his arm slipped around my waist and pulled me to his chest.

“I heard you need a punishment?” he whispered into my ear. I could feel my breath quicken and the ache in my over stimulated sex. The heat of his erection was against my back, and a charge of electricity went through me when I realized it.

“Yes, sir. Mistress Sarah stated I was to be punished for being late
.” I swore his dick twitched against me. “And to answer your other question, yes I am wet.” He groaned against me.

Bringing his lips to my ears again, he placed a light kiss on the side of my neck
. “You will be the death of me, Emma. Every cell in my body is screaming to stick my cock into that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you senseless, but I can’t. Let’s see that you are properly punished.”

“
The punishment will be worth it.”
Damn it Emma! Stop being a brat, the punishment could be worse.

“Safe word, sub?” Marcus asked with his hand still on my abdomen and my back firmly planted against his chest.

“Still cupcake, sir.”

Marcus led me over to a spanking bench that was centered on the right side of the floor. It was not a typical bench that I
had seen before; this particular bench had sides that folded down for a submissive to basically kneel, although more of a ‘spread your legs wide open’ kneel. A long padded bench-like platform was on the top, followed by two parallel arm rests, fitted with restraints. There were restraints attached to the leg shelves as well.

Marcus positioned me behind the bench and ordered me to kneel on the sides, one leg on each shelf. He secured the restraints over my thighs and pushed my back down until my chest was on the bench and my arms lay on the side shelves. He quickly cuffed those into place as well.

Marcus motioned for someone to come over to us, and I realized it was Caleb, his friend from last week. I hadn’t noticed him in the club at all tonight, though I had not been paying much attention.

“Emma, Caleb is going to watch you get your punishment
, and shield you as much as possible, although the entire club saw me strap you to the bench.”

Nausea hit my stomach
, and I began to breathe heavily.
I can do this. I can do this. I want this.

“Relax, Emma. I’m just going to smack your perfect ass until it is glowing red,”
he whispered again into my ears.

What was it about a man whispering that turned me on so much? I could feel the wetness in my pussy increasing. My clit was throbbing to be touched. Oh god
, how I wished he would touch it. I pulled against the restraints to test them, and heard both Marcus and Caleb snicker.
Yeah, I knew they wouldn’t be loose.

Marcus
placed his hands on my back and slowly moved them over my ass. His hands felt so strong. Reaching the hem of the dress, I felt his fingers move between the material and my skin. Little shocks danced through my nerves and headed straight to my core. His touch was intoxicating. I felt the dress shimmy upward so that my ass was fully exposed as the coolness of the air hit it. A shiver went down my spine, causing me to fidget within my restraints.

“Easy, love, we’re just getting started
.” Caleb’s voice this time. I bowed my head toward the floor and shut my eyes, anticipating the next touch. I didn’t have to wait too long, as Marcus’s hand rubbed my ass cheeks lightly, varying the path in which it traveled. Over and over his hand moved across my ass, warming it as he went along. Next thing I knew, I heard a smack and felt the sting of his hand instead of the caress.

“Count, sub.” The order
was short and direct.

“One.” I replied.

“One, what?”

“One, sir.”

“Very good.” Another smack landed on the opposite side.

“Two, sir,” I responded waiting for the next blow, yet anticipating the sensation within my core. My body moved with the hits and my clit hit the edge of the bench, sending desire and need straight to my sex. Another smack.

“Three, sir.” Another smack, alternating sides and locations. “Four, sir.”

The punishment continued
as Marcus spanked me, again varying the locations of each hit. The more smacks I received, the harder it was to control my need for release. My clit was over sensitive, and aching to be touched.

“You will not come until I tell you to
, Emma. You better control it.” Another smack.

“Yes, sir. Ten, sir.” Just as I readied myself for another blow, I felt Marcus’s hands rubbing my reddened ass. I was sore to his touch. He applied some lotion and rubbed it into the flesh.

“Caleb, do you think Emma deserves to come? She was a naughty girl?” Marcus asked as he wiped his hands off.

Caleb smiled
when I looked up, and then looked over at Marcus, before he replied. “I think she could have one tonight.”

Marcus nodded and looked at me. Bending over, so that I could hear him, “Caleb will administer your release tonight, love.” Smiling, he stood back up and laughed as I sighed in frustration.
What would it take for the man to break the rules of professionalism? I wanted him to fuck me for fuck’s sake.
Another whisper. “The why isn’t what you are thinking.”

Damn him! How the hell does he know what I am thinking?

I watched as the two men switched positions; Caleb was now behind me. “Her ass looks awesome. Round, red, and sore as hell.” I looked at Marcus, who nodded at Caleb without breaking eye contact with me.

Caleb’s hands began to massage the inner area of my thighs, trailing their way up to
my core. I was wet from having Marcus’s hands on me, yet the feeling of Caleb’s hands and fingers was not as satisfying.

Caleb teased the area around my outer lips, lightly moving his fingers in circular motions up and
down the length of my sex, drifting them over the top of the folds and back again. My clit was hard and wanted to be touched. I was growing impatient waiting for him to touch me.

Marcus moved closer to
me, never taking his eyes off mine. “Don’t stop looking at me. I know you want my hands on your body, pretend his fingers are mine. Think about my fingers trailing over your pussy, pumping inside of you.”

And with that Caleb spread my lips and plunged two fingers deep into my cunt. “God
, she is wet. Do you see her dripping down her leg, Marcus?” Caleb began to pump his fingers in and out of me, curling them up as he moved over my interior. With his free hand, he began circling my clit, playing with my piercing, speeding up his finger thrusts as he moved his thumb over my clit, pressing down harder, pinching it, and flicking it. I didn’t think I would be able to come with him touching me, but it was the thought of Marcus doing it that had me turned on.

Marcus moved back toward me again
. “That’s it pet, imagine
me
doing this. Imagine
my
fingers,
my
cock pumping inside of you.” That was it. I was now ready to explode at the thought of him in me. The muscles in my body began to tighten and I knew I was close. “Sir, I am close, please may I come?”

“Of course, subbie.”

My orgasm crashed through me, sending my arms and legs straining against the bindings as I rode out the aftershocks of Caleb’s assault on my clit. Breathless and completely exhausted, I shut my eyes, as Marcus undid the cuffs and wrapped me in a blanket, placing me on his lap.
God this felt right, even if I didn’t think so any other time of the day.