Bound to the Bad Boy by Molly Ann Wishlade Page B

naughty too. In her time away from Matt, she’d had
only vanilla sex and none of it had blown her mind. But this was amazing. She
was already highly aroused. She knew that things went on at Club Castille that
wouldn’t occur in the ‘normal’ world, but she also knew that she was safe. The
club had strict rules and guidelines. But apart from that, she had the old,
familiar sense of security flooding through her. She was safe with Matt. He
would protect her from all dangers. He would never let anything happen to her.
So she could indulge herself here without fear or hesitation.
    Megan peered
around the room. People stood in pairs and small groups, talking, drinking and
laughing. The atmosphere was relaxed and tranquil, as if this were an ordinary
bar, yet without any stumbling drunks who had overindulged. Others sat on the
sofas scattered around the room and some had already begun to indulge in their
fantasies.
    Like her.
    A
thrill ran through her, electrifying her whole body and tingling in her wanton
pussy. She wanted relief but she also intended on enjoying the journey to
fulfillment.
    “How about something for your clit?”
    She met
Matt’s eyes.
    “Whatever
you desire, Master.”
    He
returned to the drawer and she shivered a little. Though aroused, she still
felt some apprehension. Could she really let go here? In
front of all these people?
    Of course you can…just enjoy.
    Matt
turned to her and held up a small piece of metal shaped into a narrow loop. It
resembled an eyebrow tweezers. At its ends were two padded clamps. Megan’s
heart rate increased. She hadn’t used a clit clamp before and it looked
terrifying.
    “Do you
want to please me, sub?”
    She
nodded.
    “This
will please me.”
    And she
did want to please him. So much. She wanted to be
close to him, to share in this experience with him. So she would have to try to
let go of the ideology that she had adopted when she left Cherub and settle
into the former one that she had shared with Matt. It just wasn’t easy to
abandon all of the changes that she had experienced.
    Matt
moved in front of her and knelt.
    Megan
watched him carefully.
    “Spread
your legs.”
    She
opened her thighs wide and peered over Matt’s shoulder at the couple who had just
sat down. Two men. The one was dressed much as Matt
was, in denims and a fitted black t-shirt but the other one was completely
naked except for a black leather collar. His companion, clearly the Dom, had a
lead attached to it that he tugged every so often as they talked.
    Then
they began to make out. They kissed for a while, slow tender kisses which
fascinated Megan and increased her own arousal, then at
a whisper from the Dom, the naked man wearing the collar turned away and bent
over the edge of the sofa. His Dom reached into the drawer of the side table
next to the sofa and pulled out a paddle. It was black satin and leather. Megan
stared, anticipating the sting that the paddle would inflict upon the other
sub. She almost forgot about the clit clamp until she felt Matt push aside her
panties, opening the crotch so that her shaved pussy was fully exposed.
    “Good
sub,” he said as he rubbed her clit with a finger. “You’re already aroused.
Your cunt is moist and creamy.”
    Megan
flushed. She was turned on, she couldn’t deny it. The nipple clamps were doing
their job and she was watching the sub opposite getting a sexy spanking. How
could she be anything other than aroused?
    “Here
we go…” Matt pinched her clit then applied the clamp. Its padded teeth bit down
on her most sensitive spot and she closed her eyes, breathing deeply and
focusing as Matt had taught her. “How does it feel?”
    “Good,
Master. So good.”
    Matt
smiled. “Now I want you to sit on my lap.”
    He
pulled her to her feet then took her place on the sofa. She waited until he was
settled then lowered herself onto him. He leaned back on the sofa and placed
her legs on top of each of his, so that they were spread. Megan