“Sabine?”
I realize I haven’t responded. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He takes a few steps away to stand closer to my butt. With one hand on my lower back, he smooths the other over my naked bottom.
I hold my breath as he lands the first swat, and then I gasp in surprise. He hasn’t struck me at all like he normally does. His spank has landed low, at the juncture of my thighs. It has vibrated through to my sex and still is.
The next spank comes before I’ve wrapped my head around the first. I squeeze my cheeks and hold my breath. Holy shit. I’m so aroused. My sex is pulsing. The sting adds to the sensation. He’s not spanking me for punishment. He’s spanking me for pleasure.
His palm is on my lower back and he spanks me several more times in a row, increasing the pressure, switching back and forth between one cheek and the other. Or one thigh and the other, depending on how I look at it.
The burn feels so good, and I shudder when he slides his hand up and down my inner thigh. He grips my leg an inch from my pussy and leans toward my ear. “You’re enjoying yourself,” he says.
I lick my dry lips. “Yes, Sir,” I whisper, feeling heat rise up my face.
“You like being exposed and spanked in front of all these people.”
I purse my lips. He doesn’t need me to answer him. He’s not asking a question.
“If I touched your pussy, would you be able to keep from coming, baby girl?”
“No, Sir.” My voice is so low, I’m not sure he can hear it. My pussy is quivering with need.
He spanks me again. Several more times. All just as low as before. It’s not that I’ve never felt this sensation. He often ends a punishment spanking with a lower swat that makes my pussy take notice, but he’s never done anything like this.
I’m a quivering ball of need.
When he leans toward my ear again, his hand is resting low on my butt cheeks. “You’ve got an audience, little one. Several people are watching. You’re such a good girl. Should I let you come?”
I moan. “Yes, Sir. Please.” I don’t care who watches me come. I’m so aroused, I would let him do anything.
“I’m going to finger you, baby girl. I want everyone to see how sexy you are when you come.”
I whimper, trying to squirm unsuccessfully. I’m secured to this bench. I can’t escape.
I remind myself that isn’t true. I could use my safeword. But I don’t want to. I like this feeling of helplessness. This inability to move in any direction. I’m at the mercy of my Master, and he’s about to rock my world further.
When his hand slides between my legs, he parts my folds and then strokes a finger though them.
“I love when you get this wet, little one.” He thrusts two fingers into me and drags them over my G-spot. His thumb finds my clit and circles it.
I cry out, lifting my face. My vision is blurry. I don’t care who’s watching, but I know they’re there and I like it.
The pressure is building. I’m not going to last long.
Master Kellen presses on my clit and then pinches it.
I stiffen, my mouth falling open. I’m speechless, and no sound comes out as he pulls gently on the swollen nub and then rubs it hard, thrusting in and out of me every few seconds.
“Come for me, baby girl. I want all these people to see how damn sexy you are when you come.”
I shatter, unable to hold back at his demand. My vagina clamps down on his fingers and milks them. My clit pulses. It feels so good, but I know it will leave me unfulfilled, craving my Master’s cock. He knows this, too, and I’m equally certain he’s not going to give me that while we’re here in the club. I pray he will later when we get home.
Master Kellen soothes my skin with both hands for several minutes while I come down from my high. I love the feel of him touching my heated bottom. It’s the perfect amount of contact after an orgasm.
Finally, he pulls my panties up over my butt and unfastens me, moving around from ankles to wrists. When he’s done, he lifts me off the bench and cradles me in his arms. I don’t know where we’re going, but I don’t care. I snuggle against him, sated, happy, peaceful.
My eyes are closed in my state of bliss, but I open them when I realize we’ve gone somewhere more lit. We’re in Master Roman’s office. I remember it from the first night I visited the club.
Master Kellen slides me to my feet and leaves me standing in the center of the room for just a moment while he grabs a pillow from the loveseat. He drops it on the floor in front of me. “Kneel for me, little one.”
I glance around. All of our friends are in the room. Abby, Lucy, Roman, Julius, Beck, and Levi. Abby is biting her lip, trying not to smile. What’s going on?
I drop awkwardly to my knees. This isn’t a position I’m accustomed to, but I’ve seen Abby do it dozens of times. When I tip my head back to meet Master Kellen’s gaze, he’s smiling at me, and he’s holding a jewelry box.
I swallow. What is this? It’s unexpected, and I’m confused. “Sir?”
“Sabine…” He clears his throat. Oh my God. He’s nervous. And he’s using his serious voice and he’s called me by my name instead of little one or baby girl. “The last two months have made me very happy. You came into my life unexpectedly, like a whirlwind, and
