Slice of Pi 2 (24 page)

“A little. More interactive, anyway.” Iris smiled with her tongue between her teeth. God, she was so adorable. He wanted to kiss her.

She met his eyes, and her expression changed to something much more intense than purely lust. He'd never seen her look at him like that before, and the intensity was enough to get him all the way hard again, without her even touching him. As soon as the look appeared, though, it passed, and she shook her head as if to clear it.

“Ready for the mixer?” he asked.

“Ready.” She checked her schedule. “It's actually down in the lounge near the dungeon.”

There were a half dozen other couples at the mixer when they arrived, a nice-sized group. The organizer had them all gather around in a circle and introduce themselves to each other. They ended up playing a version of a game that Owen had heard about called The West Wind Blows, where people share things about themselves and everyone else who shared that quality got up and changed seats. Except all the items were kinky. He ended up sharing more about himself than he'd anticipated, but Iris did as well. He couldn't help noticing that she was one of the few people who changed seats when the center person prompted, “I didn't know I was kinky until I was an adult,” but she also changed seats when prompted with, “I wish I had more sex toys.”

By the time they left, Owen was itching for something more serious. Leaving the lounge, his eyes lingered on the doors to the dungeon, wishing he was back in there.

The look wasn't lost on Iris. “You want to go find somebody to play with?” she asked. Wandering past him, she pointed to a whiteboard posted near the entrance that neither of them had noticed before, labeled “Looking for Play.” A bunch of people had written their names and what they were looking for with the times they'd be available. Owen followed Iris over to the board to skim the list. Wow, there were a lot of people looking to play. A number of women had written that they were looking to top a man, some for impact play, some for sex play. Scanning the other side with Iris in mind, he saw an even greater number of men looking to be topped.

He didn't want any of the other women. The only person he wanted was there, right next to him. “Let's go back to the room for a bit.” He stepped away and started for the elevator. After a moment, Iris rushed to catch up.

As soon as they were back in their room, the heavy door closed behind them, and Owen turned to Iris. His expression must have been so intense that she stopped, her back flush against the door, eyes wide.

“I want to go to the dungeon.” He stepped into her personal space. “With you. And only you.”

Iris swallowed visibly. “But there are all those people on the board—”

He shook his head. “No. I know there are options. I know there are a lot of people down there who want to play, and I'm sure they're all wonderful, but I don't want any of them. I want you. I want you as my Domme, and as my partner, and I want you to strap me down to something and make me submit. I want you to own me and I want to fuck you every day and I want to wear your collar if you'll let me. I want it all, and I'm not afraid to say it. Is that clear enough?”

Iris's face was flushed red, and her lips parted in what was unmistakably arousal, but her eyes were vulnerable with something more: hope and openness and longing. After a moment, she licked her lips. “You'd really choose me? Even with all these other options?”

“Yes, of course I choose you.” Exasperated, Owen ran a hand through his hair. “I like you, Iris. A lot. You drive me crazy, and you may have some fucked-up relationship shit in your past that you need to get over, but I don't even care. I can't imagine moving forward in any of this without you.”

Iris was still staring at him like she wanted to fuck him and hit him, a combination that he didn't exactly object to. Finally, she laughed, high pitched and nervous and exhilarated. “I'm so scared. I want this so badly.”

“Then take it.” He stepped forward and touched her under the chin. “Stop fighting me. Stop fighting this. If you want me, you can have me.” Still keeping eye contact, he got down on his knees in front of her.

Iris stared down at him, her eyes brimming with emotion. “I don't want anyone else, either. I keep trying to force it, and it's just not happening. I don't want someone else. I want you.” She laid her palm on his cheek, and he shivered and closed his eyes. He could feel her hand, her cool fingers brushing his cheekbone, and he wanted more sensation, harder, now. He opened his eyes.

“Yes.” He turned his face slightly, hoping she would get the hint. “Whatever you want.”

Iris tapped his cheek with her palm, a bit harder, and he nodded, the sensation going straight to his groin. “
Fuck
yes. Take me.”

Biting her lip, Iris drew back and slapped him. Owen groaned out loud, his cock fully erect and throbbing. God, he loved this woman, and it had never been more clear than that exact moment.

With her voice shaking, Iris said, “That's
please
take me
Miss.
Is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss. Thank you.” He smiled up at her, and he could see her relax, her own smile coming tentatively to her lips.

“Now stand up,
Owen.
” When he did, she touched his cheek again, delicately this time, with an expression of wonder on her face.

He covered her hand with his. “So do you want to go down there and do this, or what?”

---

The dungeon was busier than when they first checked it out. He should have anticipated that, because these sorts of things would probably always get more adventurous the later at night it became, but the crowd of people startled him when they swung open the door to the bass-pounding, red-lit room. Not all the furniture was being used, but more of it was than before. Right in front of him, a naked woman was strapped down to one of the tables while her Domme used a vibrator between her legs. The sub was wriggling and whimpering, her body glistening with sweat, the trembling in her body evidence that she'd come many times already. Owen could have watched her all evening if he didn't have another distraction: his own imminent future in this room.

Iris led him over to an empty St. Andrew's cross on the wall, the large X looming over them. She knelt down and opened her toy bags, then pulled out the four cuffs. When she stood, her eyes were sparkling. “Are you okay with this?”

He nodded, not trusting his voice to speak coherently. Iris handed him two cuffs to put on his wrists while she knelt to take care of the ones around his ankles. The pressure around his extremities was enough to remind him of his role, and he felt himself easily dropping into the calming mentality of subspace.

Iris nodded, matching his smile. “Take off all your clothes.”

Owen pulled his shirt up over his head, folded it neatly, and set it next to the tote bag he'd laid down beside the cross. He slipped out of the rest of his clothes until he was fully undressed, on display for a room full of people. Not that anyone was noticing them just yet. People were filling the room to participate in their own scenes, and he and Iris were off on one side. A couple walking past looked at him, then smiled and kept walking. Even just their gaze made him self-conscious . . . and yeah, he liked that. He'd never thought about being watched before, but damn, he wanted this, and he was so glad he could have it with Iris.

Iris looked up to the top of the structure, where two D-rings awaited his wrist cuffs. “I'm not sure I can reach up there.”

Owen smiled. “I can do it. How do you want me?”

“Face the cross.”

Owen did as she asked, reaching up to clip his arms to the upper D-rings. He could fasten and unfasten the dogbone clips himself, but this wasn't about the inability to escape. It was about pleasing Iris. He didn't realize the cross was canted away from him slightly until Iris fastened his ankles, and the wider stance cast him off balance. He couldn't stand perfectly upright, but had to lean forward against the device, whose sturdy base kept him from falling in either direction.

Iris's hand on his back made him jump. He hadn't realized he was so sensitive until she dragged her fingernails down his spine, causing shivers that he felt all over his body. His cock was pulsing, still fully erect even without her touch. Iris stepped back then, and he heard a few sounds from the toy bag that was just beyond his field of vision. Then the swishing noise was the only sign before a wide swath of heat blossomed across his ass.

He'd never been flogged before, and the sensation was incredible. Owen closed his eyes and relaxed into it, his body melting into the stinging combination of pain and discomfort that was more comfortable than he would have imagined. He loved this. He loved the rhythmic thump, the sting, the burn left behind, and most of all, the knowledge that Iris was causing it all. He didn't realize the sensation had stopped until he felt Iris's hand again.

“You good?” Her voice was filled with tenderness. “How are you doing?”

“Mmm. I'm great.” He smiled at her. The endorphins filled his bloodstream, making him loopy and happy and painfully turned on. “You can keep going.”

As Iris continued, his exposed skin became more tender and sensitive, until the flogging turned from uncomfortable to downright painful. He hissed with each stroke, trying to pull away, but of course he was bound in place and helpless to resist, just like he wanted. When he was starting to wonder how much more he could take, she stopped, and he felt her approach the cross.

Her hand brushed against his burning skin, cool and soothing at first, but then she slapped his ass
hard
, and he yelped.

“That's right.” She stepped into his line of sight, smiling wickedly. “You're mine, and I will do whatever I want to you. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Miss.” His voice sounded hoarse but his skin was singing, all the nerve endings alive and waiting for more.

“Unclip your hands.”

Owen fumbled with the clips. He didn't realize his fingers were so numb. He managed to unfasten his wrist cuffs, but when Iris unclipped his ankles, he stumbled a bit. Her hand was right there to support him while he got his footing. She also had a glass of water, which she handed him, and he drank gratefully. After setting the cup aside, Iris took his hands in hers, rubbing feeling into them. “You still all right?”

He nodded. No way he wanted to stop now.

Iris smiled. “Turn around. Back to the cross, and clip your wrists again.”

When Owen turned around, he saw that a few people had gathered to watch them, and he felt a twinge of self-consciousness that did nothing to ease his growing arousal. Following orders, he stepped back, leaning against the cross, and the cool wood against his heated backside made him jump. He thought dimly that he was going to be sore tomorrow. Still fumbling, but more out of nervousness and excitement than numb fingers, he clipped his hands back up to the top arms of the cross.

Iris knelt at his feet and fastened his ankles in place so he was spread-eagled, facing her and the people watching, his hard cock visible for all to see. He felt vulnerable, aroused, sore, sensitive, and absolutely
fantastic.
When Iris picked up the flogger again, he balled his hands into fists, knowing what was coming and bracing himself.

The first sting of the flogger across his cock made him yelp and flinch out of reflex, because fuck, he didn't expect that. Pain, pleasure, and heat mingled in his skin and radiated outward like a fire. Iris was watching him, her eyes alight, and she looked powerful, confident, and in command. He loved seeing her like this and loved what she could do to him. She began to flog his belly and thighs, the loose strands of the flogger occasionally licking at his cock, each touch making him twitch and gasp. Even more people came over to watch, until close to a dozen were gathered around seeing him naked and helpless under her lash. God, he wanted more. He let his head fall back, closing his eyes, the broad strokes fading into an all-over burn that heightened his arousal to almost unbearable levels.

The touch of her hand around his aching cock made him gasp and thrust forward into her hand, eyes opening in surprise. Iris smiled at him, a Domme smile, wicked and controlling and completely perfect, as she began to lazily fist his cock. “Look at you, so hard and desperate,” she purred, and while she wasn't speaking loudly, he felt sure that everyone gathered could hear. “Do you like when I touch you like this?” She rubbed her thumb over the head, where he was leaking profusely.

He groaned from the blissful torture. “Yes, Miss.”

“And do you like all these people seeing what you really are?”

Owen nodded, struggling to keep his eyes open, overwhelmed and loving every minute. “Yes, Miss.”

“Would you like to come, pet? With all these people watching?” She licked her lips, her touch never wavering, the flogger still held at the ready in her free hand. He stared down at her, caught up not only in her touch and the intensity of the scene but in her beauty, her confidence, the way she embodied this role as if she were made for it. Yes, he wanted to come, but more than that, he wanted to make her happy.

“I want to please you, Miss.” Breathing deeply, he held back his orgasm, trying to relax.

Iris smirked. “And if I want to leave you like this all weekend, edging you over and over without letting you come?”

Fuck. “If it pleases you, Miss.”

She glanced behind them at the crowd still gathered, then off to one side, where a padded table lay empty.

“How about if I want to throw you down onto that table right there and fuck you where everyone can watch?”

Owen shuddered, a full-body tremor racking his form, and he almost came just at the thought. “Yes,
please.
” Holy shit, he loved this woman.

She stepped back, releasing his dick. “Unhook yourself.”