Fuck, he was so damned good at this.
"Two more," he murmured. "Just two more."
The fourth one was softer, and I knew it was just to lull me into a false sense of security because there was no way he was going to take it easy on me for the last two, but that was fine. I didn't need him to. I could take it.
He wound up for the fifth, teasing me by rubbing the wooden paddle against my ass and tapping it lightly, trying to get me to let my guard down or dragging it out just to be a dick.
Either way, I wasn't falling for it. I knew the last one would be the worst, and when he finally let me have it, I nearly collapsed from my knees giving out, the combination of the harsh pain and the immense pleasure bowling me over.
I was pretty sure I had just had an orgasm from getting paddled, and I was shaking through it, unable to help myself or hold back.
Killian dropped the paddle with a clatter and came back to lean over me again, soothing me with gentle hands and soft words that were meant only for me.
The crowd was clapping, but the applause sounded distant and tinny, and I knew I'd reached that place where I only had ears and eyes for Killian.
"You did so well," he praised, sounding happy. "I am so proud of you."
"Don't need your pride," I managed to mumble back, but it wasn't nearly as flippant as I wanted it to be, and I just sounded blissed out.
He laughed either way.
The next little bit was a blur. I was unblindfolded and bundled into a blanket and taken downstairs.
Killian got me water and a snack and then peeled my panties down once we were behind a curtain so he could see the damage to my ass.
I didn't have to see it myself to know the bruising was going to be spectacular. I was going to have such a hard time sitting down for the next couple of days, and I knew Killian was going to enjoy teasing me about that.
That was just the kind of asshole he was.
But I felt warm towards him, and when he laid me down on the bed, I spread my legs for him automatically.
He arched an eyebrow, looking surprised.
"You want more."
"I'm still wet," I told him, and it was true. Even with a sore ass and having come once on stage, I wasn't done.
Killian smirked. "You know there are people outside, right? They'll be able to hear it if I give you want you want in here. You won't be able to keep yourself quiet, and they'll know what a little slut you are."
Those words hit me like blows and made me hot all over. I didn't know how many others were out there, but there were sounds of fucking and moaning around us, which proved the private areas were in use by other people.
But I'd come this far already, letting other people see me and hear me as I fell apart, and there was a secret little thrill at the thought of keeping that up. Of getting off in here with everyone knowing.
Killian looked at me like he could read my mind, and he grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs wider and pushing them up so they were bent at the knee with my feet flat on the bed.
Then he positioned himself between my legs, face right at my crotch and winked before he dove right in.
There was no build up, no teasing, no time to adjust.
He just ate me out like he was desperate for sustenance and my body was the only thing that could provide it for him. It was hotter than it had any right to be, honestly, and I arched, wincing when my ass reminded me of the pain I was in.
Outside the drawn curtain, there were people listening. There were people involved in their own scenes, in their own pleasure, and there were others who got their pleasure from watching and listening, being on the outside but somehow included in all of it.
It was a world I was still learning and one I didn't think I would ever fully understand, but I was a part of it now, that much was for sure.
Flat on my back with Killian's face between my legs, driving me insane and making me whine and beg for more like the slut he teased me about being, I knew I didn't have a leg to stand on when it came to judging anyone else.
I was getting my pleasure, too, and I was so close, right there on the edge while the sensation beat through my body in a heady wave.
It was going to drag me under, and there was nothing I could do but let it, shaking and trembling while pulse after pulse of pleasure washed over me, making hard to breathe, hard to move, hard to do anything other than lay there and take it.
Killian's clever mouth got me off and then got me off again, and when he finally rose from between my legs to tend to his own erection with a quick fist, I was too worn out to even help him.
Eventually the two of us managed to get it together enough to leave the club, though Killian was doing most of the work, steering me and my blanket to the parking lot, calling out goodbyes and accepting praise for both of us as we went.
I was content to stay in my haze until we got to the car.
"Does this mean I'm going to have to meet your parents?" Killian asked, continuing a conversation we’d begun hours ago before we’d gotten ready to come out that night.
I snorted, not bothering to lift my head from where I was curled up in the backseat, half wrapped in a blanket. After the night we'd just had, I was dreading the walk up to his building.
“No,”
