Emergence: Bound To Be Tested Part 21

She tried. It was difficult and her p.u.s.s.y grew wet as she stared at his abdomen and inhaled his heady scent. She craved his come as the minutes ticked by. How he had the stamina to endure her in this position was beyond her.

When her knees grew tired, she squirmed. Even situated on the pillow, her legs strained to hold her up.

Jude moaned. "You may suck gently, baby. Slow..."

Lori wrapped her tongue around him and sucked at the back of her throat. She drew him in deeper and pulled back off.

It didn't last long. Jude held himself steady after a handful of perfect strokes. "Pull off unless you want to swallow me, baby." He was such a considerate Dom.

Lori sucked him in deeper, her cheeks hollowing.

Jude stiffened as he came. And Lori swallowed as much as she could.

Finally Jude relaxed and Lori eased off his c.o.c.k, licking him as she withdrew. Come dribbled from her lips.

He threaded his hands into her hair and tipped her head back. "That was glorious, baby. Thank you. I want you to get in the shower." He reached for her hand and helped her stand on wobbly legs. "It's time to get ready to go to the club." He unbuckled the strap behind her head and eased the circle from between her lips. He ma.s.saged her jaw with one hand while grabbing a tissue off the desk with the other to clean off her chin. He remained naked, and Lori swallowed around her constricted throat as she followed his tight, firm a.s.s from the room. G.o.d, he was f.u.c.king s.e.xy as h.e.l.l.

Lori entered the bathroom alone, leaving Jude in the bedroom. When she finished showering and drying off, she returned.

"Come here, baby." He stood next to the bed. A few items rested on the mattress. She feared what they might be.

As she approached, she swallowed.

"Lift your arms." He picked up a skimpy black bikini bra and slipped it over her shoulders. His fingers grazed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s as he hooked the black lace in the center between her t.i.ts.

Next he reached for the matching thong and kneeled in front of her to tap her leg.

She lifted first one foot and then the other, using his shoulders to steady herself as he slid the lace up her legs. It wasn't much. A thin G-string that covered almost nothing.

Her stomach lurched. Whatever scene he'd planned for tonight, she knew she'd be wearing only these two items. She'd worn less at the club many times. In fact she'd been with him on numerous occasions completely naked, with the possible exception of a collar or wrist and ankle cuffs.

But that had been years ago. She was known as a Domme at Emergence these days, and no one was used to seeing her nude. It unnerved her a fraction.

Jude left the room and returned from the closet a moment later carrying a black dress. It was thin and somewhat transparent, but at least she wouldn't be riding to Emergence almost nude. He'd been known to take her to the club in nothing more than a cape or a jacket, leaving her naked underneath.

Lori's heartbeat slowed as she followed Jude from the house and headed toward the car.

Lori kept her head down and her gaze lowered while Jude set up the scene he'd planned at Emergence. She'd been in this particular area of the club many times but wasn't at all sure what he had in mind. There was a table. She felt confident she would be strapped to it soon, but for what aim? Spanking? Flogging? Exhibition? The possibilities were numerous.

"Turn and face the wall, my curious little sub." Jude's voice was mischievous. She knew he wasn't angry, but she'd been glancing around more than he liked.

Lori turned toward the far wall, biting her lip. This is Jude. Stop squirming. He wouldn't do anything you can't handle.

A few minutes later, Jude stepped up behind her, closer than she expected. He set a hand on each shoulder and leaned in to her ear. "Relax, baby," he whispered. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"What's your safe word?"

"Red, Sir."

"Have I ever done anything to require you to use it?"

"No, Sir."

He squeezed her shoulders. "I'm going to blindfold you now. You know I would never harm a hair on your body, right?" He lifted the black blindfold over her head and secured it as he spoke.

"Yes, Sir." Lori shifted her mindset immediately. She'd always been hypersensitive when he covered her eyes. All her other senses went on high alert the moment the material was in place.

He ma.s.saged her shoulders, her biceps, her forearms. And then he squeezed her hips and nudged her to turn around. "I'm going to strap you to the table. I need you to lie on your back." He led her to the table and helped her onto the top.

It was a wooden slab, like a huge picnic table, but he'd covered it with something. A sheet maybe...or maybe a tablecloth.

Lori scrunched her eyes behind her blindfold as she leaned back on the surface.

"Arms over your head, baby."

She lifted both shaky hands in a V above her. She knew where the restraints were.

She felt his fingers wrap around her wrist as he attached the first arm and then moved to the second. Next he caressed her ankle and tugged it to one corner. She sucked in a breath as he secured one ankle and then pulled the other one to finish the spread-eagled effect.

She shivered, trying to relax her frayed nerves. Already she was so h.o.r.n.y her skin felt flushed across her entire body. It was hard to concentrate in this predicament.

And true to his usual form, Jude took his time. He loved to draw out the inevitable. She had no doubt this scene would last almost longer than she could tolerate. Already her nipples were stiff and her p.u.s.s.y wet.

She gave a subtle tug to one wrist to test the bonds. She was not only spread but spread tight. She licked her lips. The antic.i.p.ation was always worse than the scene.

Something was clanking...stirring? Like a spoon in a bowl.

Oh G.o.d. Was he going to feed her something? Or...paint? He was fond of decorating her body. She'd been spread with chocolate, honey, even peanut b.u.t.ter in the past.

She could smell something, but she couldn't identify the scent. It wasn't food.

She wiggled her a.s.s. The restraints only gave her about an inch of room.

Jude's hand landed on her belly and she dipped her stomach. He caressed her skin lightly and then more firmly. And then he switched to ma.s.saging her. Everywhere. Starting at her waist and moving down her hips, thighs, shins, feet.

She slowed her breathing as she relaxed under his touch. She trusted him.

When he moved to her arms and worked his way from her shoulders to her hands, she concentrated on slowing her heart rate. She wished he would touch her more intimately. Screw the growing audience she sensed on one side of her, outside the scene area. She no longer cared. She craved more of his touch.

He started over at her feet. This time he had something on his hands. Like lotion or oil. She wasn't sure. It felt fantastic as he rubbed the substance into her muscles, kneading her all over. He trailed up her legs again, missing nothing. His hands drew much closer to her s.e.x this time. When he grazed under the edges of the thong, she flinched. Always the unexpected. That's what got her off. Jude knew it.

Next came her hands and up her arms, her shoulders, her neck, her chest. He skipped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and wandered down to her belly, meeting up with the area he'd covered form below.

With the blindfold, she could almost forget her audience. Almost. The mumbling reminded her on occasion. People at Emergence were very respectful. They kept their voices low and their opinions to themselves. With the exception of the way Jude had taken over her scene with Margaret three weeks ago.

Had it only been three weeks? Seemed like a lifetime. G.o.d, how she loved his touch. Firm but so caring. She had to swallow back the sadness that erupted in her chest and climbed up her esophagus. This was it. She knew it. He was leaving. She'd never see him again after tonight.

She shook the thought from her mind and concentrated on his touch instead. Enjoy this. If it's the last thing you have from him, make it the best.

Finally Jude danced his fingers up to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He reached under her bikini and stroked the bottom of her globes. He moved to the sides and reached in to squeeze and mold both swollen globes with his hands, covering her nipples. Next he started from above, rubbing the substance into the tops of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s until he'd pushed the sc.r.a.p of material out of the way.

She gasped the moment her nipples felt the whoosh of air. With the cups of the bikini pressed under her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, they were lifted, exposed. They felt enormous under his administration.

"So s.e.xy, baby." He pinched her nipples and rubbed them with the tips of his fingers. And then his hands disappeared and something cool and narrow landed between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Her breath caught instantly, thinking it was a knife. She'd never done anything with knife play. And then there was a noise. A snip. Scissors. He cut the center of the bikini and it fell to either side.

Jude pulled the bikini from under her, leaving her b.r.e.a.s.t.s exposed.

Jude trailed the scissors down her body until he reached the G-string. Two quick snips and the only level of protection remaining fell away. He pulled it from between her b.u.t.t cheeks and she lifted the tiny bit she could.

It might have appeared she was helping him rid her of the thong. But in truth she was so h.o.r.n.y she was pleading with her hips.

Jude grazed her skin again, reverently, his touch the perfect amount of pressure. "So beautiful. I love every inch of your skin. You're like a blank canvas waiting for an artist."

So paint. That was it.

Jude didn't rush to elaborate. Instead he ma.s.saged her thighs at the apex, being sure to pull her s.e.x open repeatedly.

Everyone is watching. She squirmed.

"I need you very still, baby. Do you want me to strap your waist?"

G.o.d no. She gulped. "No, Sir."

"If you flinch, I'll secure you further. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"I don't want you injured."

Injured? From paint? Not paint then...

Again he squeezed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, molding them and pinching her nipples over and over. Just as fast, his hands were gone and her p.u.s.s.y was exposed again, the lips pulled apart as he worked the lotion, or whatever it was, into her s.e.x. He didn't miss anything. Her c.l.i.t and p.u.s.s.y ached for more contact by the time he was done. She knew her nub was exposed, the hood having drawn back on its own. It was always the case when she was this aroused.

Jude stepped back. She could feel his retreat. His scent, the one distinctly Jude, wafted from farther away.

Lori breathed through her nose, hoping to pick up more of whatever he had in mind.

"I have a treat for you, baby. Something new."

No s.h.i.t. She wanted to chuckle but it wasn't funny. He was serious. And she should be too. Who knew what he'd planned? Oh right. Everyone but her.

She gripped at nothing with her p.u.s.s.y. Unlike normally, she really wished he'd put something inside her. She needed the contact. Fingers... A vibrator... h.e.l.l, anything.

The stirring sound started again.

Shuffling as Jude approached. He set a palm on her stomach and held her steady. Something hot hit her above the belly b.u.t.ton and she jerked. What the h.e.l.l?

Whatever it was, it ran down into her belly b.u.t.ton. She clinched her b.u.t.t cheeks.

Again. Same sensation slightly to the left of the first drip of whatever. Her belly b.u.t.ton filled again, but it felt different, as though whatever landed on her the first time was still there.

The next drip landed next to her nipple. It was hot. Lori gasped and bucked her chest.

"Steady, baby. Remember what I told you."

She didn't think she could honor this particular request. Not with the torture of the unknown... Wax... She knew it between one heartbeat and the next. Hot wax.

Another drop landed on her other breast and trailed down the outside of the globe.

Lori moaned. It was the most erotic scene she'd ever done. h.e.l.l, even watching wax play had gotten her off in the past. Not many people did it. It was a very specific science. Not to be fooled around with if one wasn't extremely educated and careful.

She didn't doubt for a moment Jude had made himself an expert before strapping her to this table. In fact, her ears burned for a moment, picturing him doing this to another woman. Had he been with others while he'd been away from her? She hadn't thought much about that before.

Jude circled her nipple with one finger and then grabbed the tender bud to pinch it harder than he had earlier. When he released it, he let the next stream of wax land on the tip. Lori screamed, not in pain, but because she almost came at the contact.

She panted and gritted her teeth. She'd never last a minute under this erotic torture.

"You okay, baby?" he asked.

She opened her stiff mouth. "Yes, Sir. But I'm going to come, Sir."

He chuckled deep and low. "Already? You're more sensitive to this than I expected. I'm just getting started, baby."

She wasn't amused.

She a.s.sumed he'd treat her other nipple to the same experience as the first, but instead he removed his hands from her skin.

"Just feel. You have permission to come. In fact, get it out of the way. You're going to be here a while, and everyone would love to see you fall apart so they can move on with their evening."

Lori cringed. Jude knew just what to say to keep her guessing. Right. I have an audience. He's going to make me come for them, more than once.

Wax landed on her belly again and dripped down her side. In quick succession a stream hit her thigh, her navel, and then her other nipple.

"Be right back. I'm going to grab another strap."

Lori stiffened. He was going to restrain her more.

Something landed on her waist between her belly b.u.t.ton and her hips. Jude cinched it tight. Two seconds later a hot drip landed on her hip and ran toward her p.u.s.s.y. She bit back a moan.

The other hip was treated the same. The wax cooled as it ran down her skin, but the effects of each new placement were maddening. Heighted by the blindfold.

When a splash landed above her c.l.i.t and raced in a trail around the exposed nub to stream around her p.u.s.s.y, she moaned.

He hadn't been kidding. So erotic.