Risqué Business (Club Risqué #8)

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

“ I don’t know about you, but watching all the action is making me impatient for our turn,” Micah told Melody as they left Logan and Luanna to the culmination of their scene.

Melody gave him a cheeky smile, a part of her character more and more evident now that her dreadful past was further behind her. It was like watching a blossoming flower, and Micah was thankful every day that she was his.

“Come on, let’s see if Trinity and Christian are nearly finished,” she suggested, pulling him back towards the open-plan dungeon. He followed her willingly, but it was Joel and Desi who caught their attention when they stepped back into the public space.

They were in a corner, with Desi wearing a blindfold and tied to a spanking bench while Joel whispered something in her ear.

Micah was surprised they didn’t seem to have started yet, but from the sheen of sweat on Desi’s body and the tortured expression on her face, he guessed Joel had been edging his wife to the brink of torment. There seemed to be a lot of that going on tonight. Everyone wanted to string things out for as long as possible on this special night.

“Poor Desi,” Melody murmured.

Micah chuckled, wrapping an arm around Melody’s waist. "Joel knows how to work a scene," Micah agreed. He could see the anticipation building within Melody for their own turn.

“Soon,” he whispered, returning his eyes to the spectacle before them.

Joel had an array of impact toys lined up on a trolly by his side, but it was his bare hand he used first.

He raised it, letting it hover for a few heart-stopping seconds before it descended with a sharp smack against Desi's bared flesh. The sound echoed through the room, followed closely by Desi's gasping whimper. Joel's hand drew back again, and this time the sound of skin on skin was softer. Desi let out a low, sustained moan that seemed to reverberate in the quiet room.

She’d come a long way from the still and silent sub Joel used to demand she be.

Desi writhed and squirmed under Joel's hand as he delivered a volley of sustained spanks until her ass was a deep rose red. Then he drew away, leaving her panting on the bench. With a swift glance at his arsenal of toys, he selected another from the trolly. A slim leather flogger with a dozen long, thin tendrils which would be sharp and stingy. He moved it in his hand, testing its weight and balance before turning back to Desi. He began to work the flogger across Desi's back, slow at first, then harder and faster until Desi was writhing and gasping beneath each strike.

He moved around her body like a sculptor tending to his work, each crack landing with precision and artistry. Soon, her entire backside bore the blush of their play.

Desi let out another groan at the sting of leather against her skin, but it was followed by a soft sigh of pleasure as the pain transmuted into a twisted kind of rapture.

By the time Joel was ready to put her out of her misery, Desi was shaking and begging.

Joel looked down at his trembling wife, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He caressed the side of her face before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Patience, love," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire.

Joel took his time, not rushing to grant Desi's pleas. Instead, he returned to the trolley once again, this time selecting a long slim object that gleamed in the soft lighting of the room.

Desi moaned as the toy was slowly buried inside her, small sounds of pleasure escaping her lips as Joel started to move it rhythmically within her. His pace was slow and deliberate, each motion causing Desi to groan louder, pushing her further towards the edge she so desperately sought.

After what felt like an eternity of anticipation, Joel finally discarded the toy and positioned himself behind his wife. Desi gasped sharply as he entered her before being consumed by a series of passionate moans as he began to move roughly within her.

The room echoed with the sounds of their pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast.

On the other side of the room were Christian and Trinity. Theirs was an interesting relationship, since Trinity identified as a service submissive. A people pleaser, Micah supposed she’d be referred to outside the kink world. It left their dynamic wide open. Right now, Trinity was on her knees at Christian’s feet, and he was feeding her cheese and grapes from a plate on the arm of his chair while her arms were bound behind her back with a soft silk scarf. Kink took a lot of different forms.

Christian looked down at Trinity with a smile, clearly enjoying the way she gracefully moved her head to accept the morsels he offered. Her eyes, a stunning silver-grey, were wide and eager, her gaze never leaving his face. There was an absolute trust evident in her demeanour, even over such a simple thing, and Christian revelled in it.

After a few more bites, Christian picked up a ripe grape from the plate. Holding it above Trinity's head, he let the juice drip onto her lips. She instinctively tried to capture the liquid with her tongue, and he lowered the grape so she could take it into her mouth. “Are you going to do the same with my cock?” he asked in a guttural voice.

“Of course, Sir,” Trinity replied with a sweet smile.

The question prompted a playful laugh from Christian and he leaned over to give Trinity a brief yet passionate kiss. He trailed his fingers down her cheek, the gesture causing her to hum in contentment. With his free hand, he untied the silk scarf that bound her wrists, allowing her to stretch out her arms after being held in that position for so long.

"But not yet," he murmured, running a hand through her spiky red hair. "You've been so good tonight."

He moved his hand to rest on the back of her neck, his thumb stroking the skin reassuringly. In response, Trinity leaned into his touch with a satisfied sigh. Her silver-grey eyes were locked onto Christian’s hazel eyes, filled with an unmistakable warmth and devotion.

He rose from his seat and pulled Trinity up effortlessly with him.

"Time for something else now", he whispered, leading her towards an ornate iron bed set up in one of the playrooms overlooking the dungeon, with floor-to-ceiling windows so they were still visible to everyone. He tied each of her wrists to a different post with the same silk scarf that had bound them earlier.

Cracking open a bottle of warmed oil, Christian began massaging it into Trinity's bare skin with slow, lingering touches. His hands gliding over her back and shoulders, easing out whatever tension he found there as Trinity sighed in satisfaction beneath his touch. He moved lower, massaging her waist, hips, then down to her legs, all the while whispering words of praise for her submission and service.

Micah was pleased more than he was able to put into words. He and Trinity had a history, and he knew firsthand that she virtually never asked for anything for herself. It was good to see Christian proactively looking after her needs, giving something back now that they’d gotten their second chance, after the rocky start they’d had years before.

“Please Sir, may I pleasure you now?” Trinity asked, her voice husky. Christian stroked his finger down her cheek.

“We’ll pleasure each other,” he told her with a smile.

Christian made his way to the side of the bed, opposite to where Trinity was tied. His hand traced up her thigh,

For a moment, he let his fingers roam freely, exploring every corner of her exposed body before untying her and encouraging her to lay on her back.

She complied readily, her body pliant under his touch. He leaned over her, bracing his weight on one arm. His other hand caressed her cheek, thumb brushing over her lips which opened at the gentle pressure, pressing the tip inside before travelling down her body.

He paused, his hand cupping her breast, fingers squeezing just enough to strum a moan from Trinity's lips. She writhed beneath him as he continued his slow exploration.

His fingers dipped lower until they found the heated centre of her arousal. Trinity's gasp was swallowed by his mouth as he began to move his fingers in rhythmic circles. He didn’t tease, but brought her to completion in deft, sure strokes.

Christian pulled back, gazing at Trinity in adoration, while her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth dropped open in desperate breaths as she rode out waves of pleasure beneath his touch.

"Beautiful," he murmured to her, "You look beautiful when you come. I want to see it again.”

“Yes Sir,” Trinity agreed, her voice shaky.

This time, Christian found a butterfly vibrator and placed it snugly over Trinity’s clitoris. She was already squirming at the overload of sensations on her already-sensitive flesh when he plunged two fingers inside her channel, causing her to arch off of the bed.

He was relentless, forcing another climax from her shaking body. Then, without warning, he shifted positions, bringing his own body into alignment with Trinity's. Their gazes locked, reflecting the mutual desire that crackled between them. Christian, already prepared, moved to enter her, his hands cradling her hips as he began a slow, steady rhythm and rode her to yet another climax.

Christian pressed a gentle kiss to Trinity's forehead before pulling out of her slowly. He untied the scarf from her wrists, kissing the inside then rubbing them gently to restore circulation. It was an intimate moment, almost too intimate to watch and Micah turned to Melody instead, knowing their own time was coming. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”