Make Me Shiver

Chapter Sixteen

This is it, Michael had said. Whatever it was, she was ready.

She’d already paraded around perfect strangers in her underwear. Even with the blindfold, she’d felt the weight of their stares. It was unnerving but Michael had remained beside her the entire time, comforting her with his touch, calming her fears.

The volume in the club had increased, telling her more people had entered the establishment.

She was grateful when Michael lifted her into his arms, walked for a bit and started carrying her up the stairs he’d told her about. The sounds changed, going from casual conversations to groans and passionate cries. He continued walking for several paces, stopped and shifted her slightly as she heard a door open.

To her surprise, it sounded as if they’d returned to the area they’d just left. Several conversations were taking place, as if they were seated at a normal bar on a Saturday night instead of a BDSM club.

“I’m going to put you down. Feel for the floor.”

She did as he said and placed her feet flat on the ground. She felt him move in beside her and it sounded like he took a seat.

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to put on your heels, remove everything but your stockings and bend you over the bar we’re in front of.”

All night she’d tried to maintain her composure—even with the damn plug up her ass that she felt every time she moved. Sure, it hadn’t been easy, but walking around in a corset that covered most of her body made things a little easier to accept. But this? The mere mention of him stripping her naked for the entire world to see petrified her.

“You’re hesitating. Do you want to call it a night and remove the blindfold?”

Damn, damn, damn!

This wasn’t fair. She’d made it so far, only to turn and run now? She’d told Michael she wasn’t interested in getting kinky in front of others but she wasn’t quitting. Who cared if people saw her imperfections? Browsing the web showed her that submissives came in all shapes and sizes. Hell, Dominants did too. It was no different than the nudist beach in San Diego she’d been brave enough to go to on a dare from Candice. If she could face all of those people in her birthday suit, she could do the same here.

“No, Master.”

He turned her toward him and started working the snaps of the corset free. Her heart was racing, she was trembling from head to toe but she refused to back down. When cool air hit her breasts, she felt her nipples go hard.

Michael unlatched the clasps from her stockings and started pulling down her panties. As embarrassed as she was, she was also soaking wet, her underwear nothing more than a barrier to collect her juices. He took her hands, placed them on the bar and moved into place behind her. Then he lifted her feet one at a time to slide her heels on.

“What can I get you?”

The unexpected voice had her lunging backward and into Michael. He wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her close.

“Water, please.” Michael’s voice was a husky rasp against her head.

Oh dear god.

There was a bartender right in front of them, watching the entire time.

She felt a flush spread all over her body. How many other people were directly beside them or watching from tables? She couldn’t hear any close conversations but that didn’t mean anything. A crowd could be directly beside her and she wouldn’t know it.

“You can still take off your blindfold, angel,” Michael said. “You can end this here and now.”

She shook her head.

“If you want to continue, I need to hear you say it.”

Michael lifted his hands and cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and tugged at the stiff beads.

“No, M-Master.” Warmth spread from her belly to her pussy. Somewhere in her family line there had to be a total harlot. Because right here, right now, she wanted his hands all over her body. She didn’t care who might see. All she could focus on was the large man pressed against her back. “Don’t stop.”

He removed his hands, leaving her quaking in her heels. “Lean across the bar.”

The counter was so cold against her breasts it made her nipples ache. She held back a wince, determined to remain quiet as people continued talking all around them. Michael’s weight settled on top of her and she felt the whisper of his breath against her face.

“I’m going to fuck you, Lacey. I’m going to take you hard and fast against the bar. When I do, I’m going to turn on the vibrator in your ass and you’re going to come for me— just for me. I’m going to make you shiver. I’m going to make you melt. I’m going to show you what you’ve needed in a man has been in front of you this whole time but you’ve been too blind to see it. By the time I’m finished you’ll be so consumed by the two of us that this entire room will disappear.”

And then she knew what he wanted, what he planned.

He was going to have sex with her in front of God and everyone.

What was wrong with her? She knew she should say no, scream for mercy and rip off the blindfold. No self-respecting person would do such a thing. Even as the voice cautioned she was about to do something she could never take back, another voice reminded her that Michael had promised he would never do anything to embarrass her.

Which was right and which was wrong? She didn’t know, and she didn’t have time to decide.

“Do you want to take off the blindfold now? Have you had enough?”

Had she had enough? Almost. What he was about to do wasn’t something she fantasized about, forcing her to step over an invisible line she didn’t want to cross. Yet there was something in Michael’s voice, as if he expected her to remove the blindfold shielding her view of the room. She wouldn’t do it, no matter how guilty or remorseful she might feel after the fact.

“No, Master.” She didn’t stammer, her decision made. If she wanted Michael, she had to give him what he asked for.

No more doubt.

No more insecurity.

Only trust.

She heard the distinct rip of a zipper being undone, followed by the crisp sounds of a foil wrapper being opened. If she was going to remove her blindfold and cry uncle, the time was now.

Instead she wrapped her hands around the edge of the counter, waited as the head of Michael’s cock slid against her pussy and moaned when he began filling her inch by slow inch. The plug in her ass made the fit all the tighter, allowing her to feel his entire width pressing against her vaginal walls.

When he was fully sheathed, he ran his hand along her back, giving her time to become accustomed to the sensation. Then he retreated and returned. Slow and steady. His rhythm unhurried and intentional. She bit her lip to keep from crying out his name, arching her back. Her breasts slid against the bar top, sending tendrils of electricity from her nipples to her core.

“You’re so beautiful,” Michael whispered and nipped her shoulder. “And now you’re mine.” He thrust into her hard. “All.” He withdrew and drove into her again. “Fucking.” He repeated the motion, so determined that she felt a slight give in her cervix. “Mine.”

A low click was the only warning she got before the plug in her rectum started vibrating. It was too much stimulus, too much overload as Michael continued pounding into her. She lifted her head, pushed back into his thrusts and screamed as she shattered.

“Michael!”

He was everywhere but nowhere. She could feel him but she couldn’t see him. Her pussy clenched and released his cock, spasming as the intensity of her orgasm had dots swimming before her eyes.

“I’m here, darlin’.” His arm looped around her waist and he wrapped a hand around her shoulder. “I’ve got you.”

He continued moving, faster and faster. His hands protected her from the wood as he rolled his hips, plunging into her so violently that her breasts swayed back and forth. She wrapped her hand around his wrist, digging her fingernails into his skin. That only seemed to fuel him further.

“I want you to come one more time, angel. Come with me.”

She whimpered when his fingers stroked her clit, rubbing in a fast, frantic motion. He didn’t stop thrusting, keeping up the pace until she was right there with him. Her muscles coiled, her skin started to grow warm and she felt the steady building in her belly. Like before, there was no warning. A climax seared her like an open flame, tingling and spreading through her torso before moving outward. Michael was right behind her, groaning in her ear as her pussy milked him, continuing to move even as his cock pulsed inside her and went still.

The arm holding her was the only reason she didn’t flop across the counter. She was panting, struggling to breathe. Nothing had ever been like this, and nothing ever would again. Her reserved nature tried to claw to life but she suffocated it quickly. Later she might regret being so brazen. Tonight she did what Michael asked of her.

It wasn’t until she was breathing normally that she realized all the conversations had stopped.

She froze, going utterly still beneath the man who had her trapped against the counter.

Was everyone watching? Was there going to be a round of applause?

She got her answer when the blindfold slid down her face and fell on the counter, allowing her to see for the first time in hours. They were resting against a bar. Mirrors lined the wall, allowing her to see Michael’s bare ass and her very naked body. Booths and tables were scattered around with cushions on the floor next to them.

She paused in amazement, struggling to believe what she was seeing.

The only thing watching them was the lifelike dummy bartender standing a few feet in front of her. There were speakers mounted into each corner of the room and a tiny circular button just in front of her.

She pressed the small nodule and heard the same voice that startled her earlier. “What can I get you?”

What the hell?

“I told you’d I’d never do anything to embarrass or hurt you,” Michael said, exhaling against her back. “I would never do anything you didn’t want.”

“What is this place?” She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Where are we?”

“This is a room for people who want to explore exhibitionism. If a Dom has a submissive who is excited by the prospect of playing in public he can bring her here, invite experienced couples to watch and control the environment.”

It couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible. There had been people here when Michael stripped her clothing away and fucked her silly. If they’d been alone, some inner part of her would have recognized it.

She would have known that it was only the two of them.

Wouldn’t she?

“No one else was ever here?”

“No.” His hair caressed the area between her shoulders and she felt his lips brushing the middle of her spine.

It had all been a trick. From the moment they’d entered this room it had only been her and Michael, no one else. She should have felt duped. The knowledge that none of it had been real should have made her as angry as hell.

So why didn’t it?

Because he asked you to give him your trust and he proved he wouldn’t break it.

Michael never said he would take her against the bar while people watched. He never insinuated he would fuck her in front of God and everyone. Those were her own insecurities, her own doubts. Each time she’d hesitated, he’d offered her the easy way out. There was nothing but total honesty on his part.

The truth wasn’t easy to take but it was necessary. The point Michael so desperately wanted to make was far more important than the D/s trust and honesty code. From the moment they’d entered into a relationship he’d always been open with her. When the cards were down and he needed her support, she’d taken that honesty and crushed it, treating him as if he didn’t deserve any kind of credit.

She questioned him time and again, despite the numerous things he had done to prove his loyalty.

It was so obvious now. So clear. She knew how far he’d go for her. He just needed to know how far she was willing to go for him.

“It was just a test?” she whispered, stunned by the realization.

“I’d say it was more than that.”

“Did I pass?”

He pulled free of her body, turned her around and pulled her into his arms. “We both did.”

Then he kissed her, and she knew he’d been asking for her trust because he’d never take advantage of something so important to him. Michael was the man she’d always wanted, standing right before her, but it took her being blind to the world to finally see.

Sagging against him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and knew this time she would never let go. He made her shiver. He made her melt. And as promised, when he finished, everything but the two of them disappeared.