Free Consume Me (Devoured Club Series) by Paige Matthews Page B

side using what I believe were Shibari hooks on the tops of the cross. The Dom was lightly dragging a cat o’ nine tails over her body. He was moving the whip over her shoulders, down across her back and repeating the motion moving upward to her opposite shoulder, drawing an X on her back. Fitting for being tied to one .
    The Dom whispered something in her ear , and her head fell back to meet his shoulder as he kissed her neck, making his way back to her bare shoulders. Taking one hand, he wrapped his arm around to her front and grabbed her breast. The submissive was naked except for her thong and heels. I watched as he rolled his fingers over her already erect nipple, gently tugging it to a stiffer peak. He paid the same attention to the other nipple before running his hand down over her abdomen and directly to her pussy.
    He must have slid his finger over her as her head fell back again to his shoulders , and I could see the ropes strain as she pulled on them. I couldn’t see his hand on her sex from the angle I was at, but I could tell where it was. The brief interlude of caress and touch didn’t last long, as I watched him maneuver the cat o’ nine over her body again, this time pulling it back just enough to land it lightly against her skin. I watched as her body tightened with each blow as he picked up the speed and intensity of the hits. Currently, he was bringing them down over her ass and thighs, leaving multiple tiny red welts where the knots had landed.
    I was so engrossed in the scene and in her ecstasy that I did not notice the body next to me until he spoke . “I bet if I check your pussy right now, you’d be soaking wet.”
    Marcus. I turned quickly to face him, cheeks on fire from being caught watching the scene, and my own embarrassment because I was, indeed, turned on.
    “Master Marcus, I didn’t know you were standing there. I am sorry. I will get back to work.” I made a motion to turn and head off, but his arm slipped around my waist and pulled me to his chest.
    “I heard you need a punishment?” he whispered into my ear. I could feel my breath quicken and the ache in my over stimulated sex. The heat of his erection was against my back, and a charge of electricity went through me when I realized it.
    “Yes, sir. Mistress Sarah stated I was to be punished for being late .” I swore his dick twitched against me. “And to answer your other question, yes I am wet.” He groaned against me.
    Bringing his lips to my ears again, he placed a light kiss on the side of my neck . “You will be the death of me, Emma. Every cell in my body is screaming to stick my cock into that sweet pussy of yours and fuck you senseless, but I can’t. Let’s see that you are properly punished.”
    “ The punishment will be worth it.” Damn it Emma! Stop being a brat, the punishment could be worse.
    “Safe word, sub?” Marcus asked with his hand still on my abdomen and my back firmly planted against his chest.
    “Still cupcake, sir.”
    Marcus led me over to a spanking bench that was centered on the right side of the floor. It was not a typical bench that I had seen before; this particular bench had sides that folded down for a submissive to basically kneel, although more of a ‘spread your legs wide open’ kneel. A long padded bench-like platform was on the top, followed by two parallel arm rests, fitted with restraints. There were restraints attached to the leg shelves as well.
    Marcus positioned me behind the bench and ordered me to kneel on the sides, one leg on each shelf. He secured the restraints over my thighs and pushed my back down until my chest was on the bench and my arms lay on the side shelves. He quickly cuffed those into place as well.
    Marcus motioned for someone to come over to us, and I realized it was Caleb, his friend from last week. I hadn’t noticed him in the club at all tonight, though I had not been paying much attention.
    “Emma, Caleb is going to watch you get your punishment ,