Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1) (10 page)

Chapter Thirteen

With her stomach in her throat, Bethany followed her master into the misleading building that housed the Cattail Club. From the outside, it looked innocent – one of the many barns that dotted the Iowa countryside. Inside, however, instead of hay, stalls and a loft, was a well-appointed BDSM club. Instead of stalls for horses or pigs, there were roped-off demonstration areas. She could see an empty sex swing in one area, while another boasted the possibilities of a St. Andrews cross, while yet another had a bondage bed complete with stirrups. As she followed Deacon further into the dark recesses of the barn, the unease in her stomach warred with her desire. Without thinking, she pressed her hand to her stomach.

“Evening, Master Deacon.” A familiar voice registered at the same time she caught sight of a bound woman riding…was that a Sybian machine? She could only imagine the power of the machine between her own thighs – the thick dildo fucking her until she was screaming to come while Deacon handled the controls. Her already primed body hummed with lust. Would Sir place her on that? She clenched her thighs together, more than aware of the fact she wore only the skimpy thong and nothing else.

“See something that catches you eye, little one?” Deacon questioned her softly.

She wet her lips, then nodded to the vibrating machine. “I never thought I’d ever see one of those in real life, Sir.”

Deacon looked to where the sub was begging her master to let her come, her chest already flushing with her imminent release. Then he turned that all knowing gaze back to her. “Hmmm, perhaps next time I’ll have to reserve some special play time for you. I’m sure the other Doms would love to watch you ride it.”

Her breath grew faster at the idea. Would he really expose her for all his friends? Make her come in front of them? She nearly sank to her knees under the unrelenting force of her desire. Her Sir suddenly invaded her personal space, closing the short distance between them.

“Hold it back.” As usual, Deacon seemed to know when she was on the cusp of coming and was just as determined as always to control said release. “You haven’t earned your pleasure yet.”

“Yes, Sir.” She shoved at the desire, trying to bury it under an avalanche of bookkeeping figures. So far, it had been the only way she’d found to stave off her need for release. Even thoughts of how pleased Deacon would be that she controlled herself were counterproductive. In fact, they would send her over the edge even faster.

“Good girl.” He brushed his fingers over her cheek. “You’ll be rewarded for your self-control – after I see to your punishment.” He eased back, then led her to the back of the barn.

She kept her gaze adverted from the people, but still managed to sneak covert looks around her as they passed several spanking benches, a set of stocks, and various other furniture she had no idea what erotic uses they were designed for. If it weren’t for the fact she trusted Deacon with everything, she might have been scared. She had to remind herself that her Dom would never break her trust - or push her past her hard limits.

“Here we are, Master Deacon. Mistress Annie made sure that your favorite horse would be available for your submissive’s introduction to the Cattail Club.”

“Thank you, Master Timothy.”

At Deacon’s gratitude toward his fellow Dom, Bethany finally placed the voice from earlier. Her cheeks pinkened. Just her luck, Deacon would plan her first visit for the exact same time their bartender happened to be there. It made her wonder if Mistress Annie was someone she knew. Living in a small town, where most everyone knew everybody else, she could only think of two ‘Annies’ – with one being only twelve, that left their local librarian. Unease pooled in her stomach at the thought of shy Annie Levitson actually being a Domme. While not a close friend, the librarian was normally a person that Bethany saw at least once a week when she visited their local library.

Through the fan of her lashes, she scanned the surrounding area and prayed that she wouldn’t see the diminutive woman who more than once had checked her out. Relief surged through her. Maybe she’d just have to deal with Tim being the only witness to her submission. And despite her unease, fresh desire consumed her sex. She needed Deacon’s touch. It had been too long.

“Straddle the horse, little one. I want you face down with that ass in the air.” Deacon’s voice broke through her conflicting thoughts. Her head jerked up in surprise, and she focused on the padded saw horse/bench in front of her. Dark leather, accented by silver rivets, it seemed almost innocent in its construction, if one discounted the heavy-duty rings attached to each leg. Each was positioned at the perfect height to aid in restraining a sub.

She rubbed her suddenly damp palms on her thighs. “Yes, Sir.”

* * * *

Deacon waited impatiently for Bethany to obey, reminding himself not to push. She approached the padded sawhorse with hesitant steps. He couldn’t wait to see her straddling the bench, with an arm and leg on either side and bound to it. He would make certain the leads on the arm restraints were shortened to the proper length, to keep her tipped forward with that delightful ass high in the air.

He crossed his arms over his chest as she awkwardly flung a leg over the horse and used the small footrests on either side to balance her weight. She fumbled a bit before grabbing at the horse, her balance off kilter.

“Sir?”

The uncertainty in her tone, as she struggled with how to actually do as he asked, drove him crazy. She was trying - even though she wasn’t entirely sure how to accomplish his request. “Yes, little one.”

Her fingers dug into the leather. “I need…can you help me, Sir?”

His heart melted in her timid request. It was the first time she openly acknowledged her need for him in public. “With what?”

Her cheeks reddened again. “I want to do as you have ordered, but I’m scared I’m gonna fall on my face, Sir…”

Moving to the horse, he held out one hand, allowing her to balance herself against his arm. She gave him a grateful smile and quickly arranged her body in the position he requested. “Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome.” He crouched down next to where her cheek rested on the black leather. “What is your safeword?”

She gave a soft sigh before the word passed her lips. “Red, Sir.”

He nodded as he began securing her arms to the horse. “You will use it if this becomes too much. Or yellow if you need me to ease off.”

“Of course, Sir.” Her breath came faster. It seemed his little sub was getting off on the idea of being bound in public.

After checking the tightness of the wrist restraints, he moved to her legs. “Straighten them, little one. I want your ass in the air, but don’t lock your knees.”

She obeyed, and it was all he could do to keep from groaning. The beautiful swell of her bottom had both his palms itching. Whether it was for the kiss of the flogger or the calloused touch of his hand, her ass begged to be used – and use it he would. But in a way, he was sure his little Bethany would never expect. He had a surprise for her. The little black remote in his pocket assured him of that.

It took less than a minute to secure both of her ankles, then he shoved a u-shaped wedge under her stomach – to help her keep her ass in the air. Eventually he would test her control by flogging her without it, but for now it would keep her ass where he wanted it while keeping her wet little pussy from rubbing against the leather. She got off when he said, not before.

“Damn, if that isn’t hot.” Tim rested his shoulder against one of the support beams, taking in Deacon’s handiwork. “You think she’ll fly?”

“Like an eagle.” Deacon assured his friend and protégé. “She loves the kiss of leather against her skin, and having you pervs watch will send her even higher. Just watch.”

Then Deacon retrieved the flogger he’d used on Bethany in Puerto Rico. After a few warm up swings, he approached the bench. “What level are you at, little one?”

“Green, Sir.” Her voice was clear and concise.

“Good. But before we can get to playing, I believe I have a punishment to dole out. Why are you being punished, Bethany?”

“Because I disobeyed a direct order, Sir.” She turned her head to look at him. “You asked me to show you my pussy - and I refused.”

Deacon arched a brow at her. “You did something worse than refuse, didn’t you?”

Her gaze darted from him to Tim and then back. “Yes, Sir.”

He nodded. “Tell Master Tim what you did.”

She bit her lip, but kept her eyes on him as she explained. “I teased you, Sir. Opening my thighs just enough to get you hot and bothered, but not enough to show you what you wanted.”

“And why did you do that?” Tim asked softly. “Especially when you know how strict your master is?”

She looked away from Deacon to focus on Tim, her cheeks bright red.

“Answer him, Bethany.” Deacon was curious himself. “Or risk the punishment being twice as bad.”

Her eyes darted back to him. “Because he shoved an anal plug up my ass.”

“Then you’re going to hate this.” Deacon reached into his pocket and flipped on the remote to the plug.

“Son of a….Sir!” Bethany bucked for a minute as the plug began to vibrate inside her. Not wanting to bring her off - at least not just yet, he counted to five then flipped the switch off.

“You’re an asshole, Sir.” Bethany panted.

“She’s just now realizing this?” Tim shook his head.

“Obviously.” He tossed the remote to Tim. “Have fun.”

Tim caught the device. “Are you sure?”

Deacon nodded. “Just don’t bring her off until I say so.”

“Sir?” Bethany groaned, as Tim flicked on the plug again, then shut it off.

His friend shrugged. “I was just checking out the controls.”

He shook his head and turned back to the bound woman in front of them. She was looking at Tim with dread. Realizing she needed reassurance, he crouched down next to her. “Do you trust me to not push you past your limits, Bethany?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her answer was anything but hesitant. “Even if you are an asshole.”

He chuckled. “That I am.” He straightened. “And this asshole needs to punish his sub. For your earlier disobedience, you’ll receive five strokes.” He stepped back and gazed at his target – her lush ass. “Count off.”

The first impact of leather against her skin made a soft popping noise, followed by Bethany’s voice – strong and sure as she gave him the count. “One, Sir.”

Aiming the flogger as a slightly different angle, he laid the lashes a half inch lower than the first hit. Bright red, the welt was nearly perfect in its spacing from the first.

“Two, Sir.”

The third blow landed about the first two, this time at a forty-degree angle.

A hint of pain bled through her voice. “Three, Sir.”

“Two more, Bethany. You can handle it.” The last two were always the hardest for his little sub. She craved the pain of punishment but at the same time loathed it. He caught Tim’s eye. “Hit it after the last fall.”

Tim nodded, his thumb rubbing over the surface of the remote.

In quick succession, he landed two more blows, one on each leg, where they met her ass. She hissed, and barely managed to get the count out before Tim activated the plug once more. The unexpected vibration had her sobbing, her hips rocking in desperation, as she rode the edge of release.

She collapsed back to the horse when Tim shut off the plug. Moving closer, Deacon ran a hand down her trembling back.

“Good girl. Punishment is over.” He pressed a kiss to her parted lips. “Now it’s time for fun.”

* * * *

Bethany whimpered under the fall of the flogger’s soft lashes as her Sir continued to flog her. Unlike his earlier punishment, this flogging was of the pleasurable type. Meant to tease while heating her skin, Deacon danced the leather across her entire back, warming her even as he drove her crazy with lust.

But not as crazy as the asshole with the remote.
When she got free, she was going to take it and cram it up Tim’s ass. She should’ve realized the bartender had this sadistic dominating streak. He handled both the bouncers and the patrons of the bar with ease, no matter how much alcohol they’d consumed. The only man she’d ever seen him back down from was Deacon. At first she’d thought it was because Deacon was the owner, but seeing both men in this setting, she realized that it was because Deacon was Tim’s mentor.

She gritted her teeth as the plug flared to life once more, this time rhythmically pulsating against the tight confines of her rectum. The bursts of vibration seemed to penetrate the wall between her pussy and ass – making her even more desperate to come.

“Damn, that’s beautiful.” Tim clicked off the plug and moved closer to examine Deacon’s handiwork. Bethany could only imagine what her back looked like.

“Yes, it is.” Deacon’s tone was hoarse – a sure sign that he was beyond aroused. Would she even make it out of the club without being fucked? Her aching pussy hoped not, despite her initial unease at being the center of attention in the club.

“In fact, I think I need a closer inspection.” Deacon’s voice seemed closer. She whimpered when two fingers suddenly thrust deep inside her pussy. “Oh yeah, she’s wet.”