Stitch, page 15
He nods.
“Shh, we’re almost there.” He kicks the radio up and floors it.
The minute we’re on the block of the club I know where we’re headed. And I’m not thrilled.
“Trigger,” I warn. “Why are we here?” I look up at the building that looks like it’s about to cave in when he pulls up front.
“Go on. I’ll meet you in there.” He unlocks the car and practically shoves me out.
I yank my phone out and check to see if I’ve missed a call or anything from Bryce. This can’t be right. I head for the doors and the doorman stops me to check my ID.
“You’re late,” he says. “Better hurry up and get in there before someone else takes your spot.”
“Someone else takes my spot?” My eyes dart around, looking for Bryce’s car or any sign that she’s in there.
“Trust me. You can’t miss this, sir.” He pushes me inside the doors. It takes a minute for my eyes to gain focus inside the dark room.
There’s moaning coming from a dark corner which isn’t unlike this place. There are always weird moans coming from every corner of this building. It’s what makes this place feel alive.
I look around the room and don’t see anyone I know. Why the hell would she have me dropped off here?
What the fuck is going on?
The lights dim even more and the music starts thumping, signaling another show about to start. Something in my gut tells me this is what I was brought here for.
And that thing was right.
“Holy shit,” I blurt, watching the blue spotlight shine on the stage where my girl’s on her knees, back facing the audience, and hands tied delicately behind her back with a red ribbon. “Bryce,” I whisper. “No. Fuck no.”
I look around the stage but no one’s up there with her. Shoving my way past the crowd that’s gathering and heading straight for the backstage door.
As soon as I slam the door behind me, my body tense and my mind fogged, Sienna cuts in front of me and smirks.
“Don’t embarrass her,” she snaps, poking her finger in my chest.
“Don’t…what now?” I wouldn’t ever fucking embarrass my girl! “What’s she doing up there, Sienna? Who’s the man I have to kill?”
Fuck! I knew turning her down each time she begged to come back here would eventually lead her to being curious enough…but I never thought she’d actually do it. And not this fast!
Sienna smiles at me and raises her eyebrows.
“You, idiot.” She steps aside. “Like I said. Don’t fucking blow it.” She hands me a small piece of paper. On it is the elegant handwriting I remember reading months ago in my parking lot.
You treat me like a princess.
Now fuck me like a whore.
-Bryce
“Shit,” I huff, then glance onto the stage from the side. She’s still sitting there and the music is still thumping but the crowd is getting louder. Rowdier. Like one of those assholes out there is going to try and step in and do my job.
My. Fucking. Job.
My stage. My sub.
My mother fucking girl.
“She wants to learn, Stitch. Her safe word is lemon. There’s nothing in those drawers that she won’t agree to, we’ve been through them all and took out the hard limits.” She grins at me and my heart is trying to thump out of my chest. “She’s adventurous. I like her. Don’t fuck it up,” Sienna warns once more and I ignore her, yanking open the curtain and stepping out on stage, completely ready for whatever this is that she wants.
This time I can’t turn her down. Not even if I had to.
Seeing her on this stage, submitted to me properly, tied like a fucking gift…Jesus Christ.
Lemon. Remember Lemon.
How often do Doms have to back out of a scene? Because if this gets to be too much I’m going to have to. I can’t hurt her up here. I can’t embarrass her up here. I can’t go nearly as far as I’d go with a stranger, because I love this girl and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.
“Stand,” I announce, and the room falls silent. The only thing I hear are the erotic noises coming from all the dark spots in the room.
She doesn’t look up at me like I half expected her to. She stands slowly, obeying the first time and my dick screams in fucking joy. I step over to her and bring her chin up so her eyes meet mine. The room behind her is dark but with the blue light shining around her she’s got a glow that’s absolutely fucking radiant.
I know everyone can see every inch of what’s happening up here and that thought alone turns me on more than I’m used to. But I can’t ask her if she’s ok. Not yet. I can’t make sure this is what she wants.
She gives me a small nod, her eyes full of hesitation and lust.
I take a step back and look around at my options tonight. I don’t want anything too severe on the first night.
Who the hell knows, if this goes well tonight maybe we’ll be back.
I grab the blinder from a loop on the wall and wrap it around her head. Her eyes go wide when she realizes she can’t see anything in her peripheral vision. Just straight ahead.
Step one in making her comfortable complete. If she can’t see the audience, she’ll relax and make this a million times easier.
I walk her over to the table and slap her ass hard making her yelp out so I grip it harder.
“Not a sound,” I grind out, my hand squeezing her ass hard. Fuck, I can feel the heat from her pussy on my fingertips. Her hands are still tied behind her back so I untie them and pull them above her head then use the same red silk to tie them to a ring on the wall. With my knee I shift apart her feet and tie each ankle to the wall.
She’s not on the cross. She’s not on a table. She’s standing in front of me, spread wide for only my pleasure.
And all she can see is me.
I reach out and roll her nipples between my fingers and she sighs wanting to arch into my touch but she can’t because of how I have her tied. Smirking, I pinch and pull both her nipples, bringing them to hardened peaks. Her mouth pops open to say something but I see the realization in her eyes. She can’t. Not up here.
I don’t say a word as I walk across the stage to my drawers. Sienna and Trigger had to have had their hands in this because Bryce never would have known how to set this stage up.
Grabbing a pair of clamps and a vibrator, I step back over to Bryce whose eyes flick down to what’s in my hand briefly before I swiftly pinch each of her nipples with a clamp and hook them together with a chain. She hisses and throws her head back, swallowing hard.
“Such a needy cunt, “ I whisper, sliding my fingers between her soaked folds. Her eyes widen briefly at my words, words I haven’t used on her yet but it seems like she likes it when she sighs and her body relaxes to my touch. “You like that don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers and I remove my fingers and slap her tit hard.
“What was that?” I have to give a good show to these people out there so I’ve been playing it up, but fuck that just made me harder than hell.
“Sir! Yes, sir!” she moans again when I sink my fingers inside her and pull out her juices. Fuck me she’s so fucking wet.
“Listen to yourself,” I whisper, rubbing her clit. I drop down between her legs and spread her pussy open, licking all the way up and flicking my tongue around her piercing. She moans and tugs at her restraints, her pussy dripping wet.
I pick up the vibrator after sinking three fingers tight inside her and push it against her clit.
“Fuck!” she yells out but clamps her mouth shut and with a heavy sigh I stand and shake my head, pulling out the one thing I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use. “Make as much noise as you want at home, Bryce,” I whisper as quietly as I can as I reach around her to clasp the ball gag. “But not here. Here it’s on my terms.” Her wide eyes hit mine and I hope she can read my mind. I hope she knows how much I love her. How much her trust means to me.
I step back and stare at my work. Stretched out, clamped, and gagged. Needy.
She’s primed and ready.
I walk back over to my box to contemplate what I’m going to pick next. What type of torture device am I going to use to bring her the best orgasm she’s ever had? What’s going to make her feel so good that she’ll forget the worry of embarrassment she’s liable to have if it’s not mind blowing?
Smirking to myself, I quickly place the plug in the palm of my hand and slide it behind me then walk back over to her. She’s breathing heavy. Her eyes darting down to see what I chose but she won’t see anything. Not until she feels it.
“Remember your safe word?” I ask her and she nods once, her eyes tracking my every movement. “I’m going to take this out now in case you need to say it. But you’re not to make a noise.” She nods and I reach around, letting my lips brush her ear while I unhook it. “I fucking love you, Bryce.” My whisper is barely audible but I know she heard it because when I pull back she’s got a sexy ass smirk on her face. Pushing the limits of a sub on my stage, but I’m letting it pass because it’s turning me on like crazy right now. Typically I like the silent ones. The ones that struggle not to make a noise. That was before Bryce, though. I fucking love her noises. I love her writhing, moaning, and cursing.
But it’s still hot as fuck watching her try to stay silent.
After the ball gag is removed I untie her ankles, dipping and pressing my lips to each of them, then trailing my way up her bare legs to her pussy, then inhale. Fuck, she smells so sweet.
I need inside her.
I stand, flip her around and push her against the wall, pressing my cock into her ass.
“Hard, Bryce,” I whisper, reaching up while I have her pinned here to untie the ribbon from her wrists. She drops her hands and braces herself on the wall, but I chuckle. “No, no, no.” I yank her with me, bending her over the bench and bring my palm down flat on her ass. She sighs, not moaning too loudly but she definitely likes it. She can still only see in front of her, which is good because she can’t see what I’m bringing around to push against her lips. “Suck,” I demand and she opens, her body tensing when her mouth wraps around the plug. “Good girl,” I whisper, kissing her neck and pulling the plug out of her mouth. “Good, smart girl.” I stand and grab the lube, drizzling a bit over her puckered hole before massaging it in. She moans and yet I allow it. A virgin to ass play, she’s about to have her mind absolutely blown. I push the small silver plug against her ass, watching her back arch as I push it into her slowly.
“Fuck,” she huffs. She’s breathing heavy and her body is tense, but I position it where I like it and step back, my dick hard as a fucking diamond.
Keeping my eyes trained on her glistening pussy, I shove my jeans off and reach out, sliding my fingers through her folds and moaning.
“Fuck, you’re ready,” I whisper, slapping her ass hard once before slamming into her. She belts out a cry and her pussy tightens around me when I start to fuck her. She feels too perfect. Tight. Hot. Wet. I fuck her until my legs burn. Until my balls are tightening and I can feel my release coming. Her moans have gotten more high pitched and I’ve given up trying to keep her quiet.
I fucking love to hear her moans. Her screams.
She’s close. I can feel her tightening around me, milking me. I start to tug on the toy in her ass and she lets out this moan that rattles me to my core. I curse, thrusting my hips harder and deeper, then slap her ass over and over again before pulling out the plug. Her cries echo in the room when her orgasm hits, pulling mine from me with a roar that’s completely out of my character.
“Fuck!” I’m trying to catch my breath as I remember where we are.
We’re not in the comfort of our room.
We’re on a stage.
And the noises I’m hearing from our audience tell me they’re just as turned on as I was during that whole thing.
I scoop her up and carry her down the side stairs where Sienna’s waiting with our room already open for us. She doesn’t look at me as I walk by and Bryce is so out of it there’s not a word from her.
I lay us on the bed and wrap my arms around her, holding her close while her body trembles.
Fuck.
Fuck, she’s not supposed to be shaking.
“Oh my god,” I hear her snort, then the laughter starts. “Holy shit!”
I yank back, thinking I have the wrong girl in here, but when her smiling face meets mine I smirk back at her. “Jesus.”
“Yes?” I lift an eyebrow and she laughs again, then slams her lips to mine and kisses me until she’s breathless.
“I love you,” she manages to say, out of breath and eyes tired. “I do. I love you stupidly.”
I smirk.
“I know the feeling.” I kiss the tip of her nose and pull her closer to my chest. “Nap time, Bryce.”
She hums and within minutes her breathing evens out and she’s fast asleep in my arms.
She’s exactly where she needs to be. Not on her knees like I originally thought.
But in my arms.
***
“I should hurt you for that,” I blurt, walking into my office that Trigger’s taken over since he came back. Last night he put me through the most emotions I’ve ever felt in a twelve hour period.
“But you’re not going to.” He kicks his feet up on my desk and I walk over to him, shoving them off. “Damn, man.” He laughs. “I would have thought last night would have put you in a better mood! That was good, man. She’s a natural.”
“Fuck off.” I say, trying not to smirk but my mind keeps replying that moment at the end of the show. The moment I knew she was the perfect one for me. “When do you go home?”
“Two more days, why? You tired of me already?” He smirks at me and I nod.
“Yeah.” The look on his face is priceless.
“Well fuck you, too.” He stands and grabs his phone. “Sienna and Bryce want us to go to dinner tonight. I guess I’ll have to break it to them that you don’t want us to hang out anymore.” He shoves my shoulder with a grin on his face as he walks by.
“Fuck you,” I say, laughing. “I’ll be there with bells on!” I yell after him. Asshole. He thinks he can just come back and fix shit. I could have done this without him.
It would have eventually worked out.
…Okay, so maybe he did help more than I was helping myself. Really, I have Sienna to thank. Not Trigger.
My phone dings with a new text and I grin, reading it.
I’m out back and need your dick bad. Get back here for a quickie.
Damn straight. It’s one in the afternoon and she’s here to fuck? Yes. Please.
I leave my phone on the desk and jog out back, letting Tank know I’m taking a quick smoke break. I’ve got a client soon and can’t be late because this job’s going to take a few to get round one done. With having dinner plans tonight, it’ll be pushing it already.
I push through the door and don’t see her parked back here, so I start to round the corner when I hear the tell tale click of a gun behind me.
Mother fucker.
“You’re fucking my girl,” the voice says. A voice I’ll never get out of my head. Sneaky, conniving little bitch.
“Alex,” I say, smirking and turning around. He’s got a gun pointed at my head and I see the blatant tremble of his hand. “What the hell are you doing?” I try to look unamused by this little hiccup in my day but the only thing I worry about is if Trigger’s gone. I don’t want Cora anywhere near this psycho.
“Taking care of business.” He steps closer and shoves the gun to my forehead and now I’m mad. Now I’m real fucking mad. “My dad wouldn’t do it, so I’m taking care of it myself.”
“Wait, did you steal Bryce’s phone and text me?” I look at him like he’s an idiot. Because he is.
“Yeah,” he says, smiling like he’s the smartest guy on the planet. Wrong! “I knew you’d come running for a little pussy.” He snickers. “Didn’t get enough last night?”
I flinch and want to slug him, but he’s got the gun kill-shot cocked and there’s a crazy look in his eyes I see now that he’s closer.
“Yeah. Gotta love her pussy, huh?” I grin at him, egging him on. “So you gonna do this or what?”
His eyes narrow.
“I fucked her sweet, virgin pussy. You know that, right? I fucked her first, before she started whoring around with dirt bags like you.”
“I’m going to murder you if you don’t pull this trigger, Alex,” I growl. “Dismemberment. Slowly. Painfully.” I glare into his scared eyes and dare him to shoot me.
Because I know he won’t.
His hand adjusts the gun and he narrows his eyes.
“Fuck.” I hear the click of the safety being turned off. “You.”
“So that’s it, then? Fuck letting her be happy with the man she loves? Now she’ll just be miserable her entire life because of you.” There’s a shake to my voice that I hate, but the dude’s got the look of death in his eyes and I’m not trained to disarm a lunatic!
“She’ll have me.” He smirks. “I’ll be fucking her before nightfall. Just watch.”
He shoves the gun harder to my head. “Say goodnight, fucker.”
My ears ring with the sound of the gunshot.
Chapter 12
Bryce
“Have you seen my phone?” I ask Frank, my step dad. We’re heading out for a late lunch to catch up, but I can’t find it anywhere and leaving without it will feel way wrong.
“Is it on the charger?” He looks around my kitchen while I run to my bedroom. Then the bathroom. Then the living room.
“No.” I walk into the kitchen and he’s closing the fridge.
“Not in there, either.” He smiles at me. “But you have cheese sticks, and I love these little guys, so I took one.”
I laugh at him. He’s like a kid at heart and honestly the best example of what a father should be. He’s strong and sturdy but will gorge himself on cheese sticks like a five year old in your kitchen if you don’t watch him.
“Where is it?” I throw my hands to my hips, trying to remember what I did with it.
