Bound to the Bad Boy by Molly Ann Wishlade Page A

from her opening to her clit. She
gasped. Shocked yet excited.
    “Master.”
    “Behave
yourself, sub. Not yet.” He frowned in feigned annoyance.
    Megan
tried to slow her breathing. Matt handed her a glass of champagne and she took
a big swig, enjoying the sensation of the chilled bubbles as they slipped down
her throat and into her churning belly.
    Matt gestured
at a large white couch tucked into an alcove on the far wall.
    “Shall
we take a seat?”
    She
followed him across the bar, conscious as she walked of her near-naked state.
She had been to the club in the past but never been so scantily clad to begin
with and, of course, she’d been younger. Obsessed with her
Dom. Carefree. Having been out in the ‘real world’, she felt more
self-conscious. The idea that she could bump into someone she knew here was
mortifying. How would she react?
    “Sub?” Matt helped
her to sit on the low couch.
    She
perched on the edge of the cream leather, trying to keep her knees together.
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Time to relax. Sit
back, enjoy your champagne and listen to the music. You have a beautiful body
and I want you…I command you…to show it off.”
    “Yes,
Master.”
    She
leant back into the comfort of the sofa. She took a sip of champagne and
allowed the crisp liquid to swirl around her tongue. She closed her eyes and
listened to the soulful saxophone. And she sighed as she Matt swept his hand across
her breasts and began to toy with her nipples. They hardened under his
experienced touch and Megan peered around to check if anyone was watching. Not
at this point. The true voyeurism began in the rooms out back, although a
sexual act here was likely to attract some attention, especially if others were
invited to join in. Apart from that, the bar was like any normal bar, except for
that fact that the patrons were often scantily clad or even completely naked.
    “Master!” His touch
became firmer and he pressed her nipples tightly then pulled them outwards, stretching the already tender erect flesh. She felt the tug at her core
and in her clit, as if her Dom were yanking on an invisible chain that linked
them all together.
    “Keep
your eyes closed, sub. Just go with the experience.”
    She
allowed him to take her champagne glass and let her hands fall either side of
her legs. Matt nudged her thighs apart with a firm hand and Megan moaned as he
stroked her from her knees up to the v of her groin. And suddenly his mouth was
everywhere. He kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulders and her bosoms. He
suckled her until she groaned with pleasure and when her nipples were swollen
and distended he pulled them with his teeth, making her pant with the exquisite
pain.
    “Clamps,
sub?”
    “Yes,
Master. Please, Master.”
    She
heard him open a drawer in the table at the side of the sofa. The club had a variety
of sex toys conveniently available for members in every room. The bar was no
exception.
    “Ready, sub?”
    Megan
breathed deeply. She knew that anyone could be watching this intimate moment
between her and her Dom. The bar seemed fuller as she rested without using the
sense of sight. She thought that she could hear more voices than before. Who
was watching? Would they pleasure themselves or their companions as they shared
in her excitement?
    The sharp
pinch of a clamp stung her left nipple and she gasped.
    “These
are pretty little clamps, sub. You’ll feel the ring resting on your tits when I
release them.”
    Then he
took the other nipple and attached another clamp.
    “Look
down. You’re like a rock whore. It’s very sexy.”
    Megan
was surprised to see that the clamps looked like nipple rings. Her tender nips
were held tightly between two silver balls and the rings hung down from them.
    Matt waved
a silver chain in front of her face.
    “I can
place this between the rings and use it to pull you or to cause you pain. Whichever I desire.”
    She
nodded, chewing the inside of her cheek.
    She was
so turned on and she felt so