Page 7 of Playing with Forever (Players Club Sinners #1)

The sexy murmur of his voice in my ear had me melting with desire as he gently pulled my hands behind my back and wrapped my wrists in the fur-lined cuffs. Then he slipped the blindfold over my eyes, making sure it was securely in place.

“Not too tight?” he asked of the restraints.

“No, sir, thank you,” I said, making sure I addressed him formally.

“I should have known you’d be a quick learner.

” Chase sounded amused, but his praise was genuine.

“I like what you picked out. These are a good start.” I jolted a little as I felt the crop lightly drag up the inside of my thigh.

“But they’re a bit tame, wouldn’t you say?

After everything I showed you around the club tonight, I thought you’d be more willing to jump into the deep end. ”

“You’re the experienced one, not me,” I shot back before I could sensor my tone. “If you think I went too easy, then you should have picked out the toys.”

I received a snap of the riding crop on my ass, and I gasped as that burning sensation turned into an arousing tingle that spread down to my pussy.

“An excellent idea,” he said, and I heard rustling around behind me. “You picked out three toys…I’ll pick out three toys. I think that’s only fair.”

I held my breath, a little nervous as I tried to figure out what Chase was grabbing based on the sounds I heard, but I really couldn’t be sure.

The blindfold made it feel like my other senses were going haywire, trying to compensate for the loss of sight.

It filled me with an exciting, terrifying tension because I had no idea what was about to happen to me.

My legs were gripped powerfully from behind and forced to spread apart, then smooth leather wrapped around both of my thighs. I heard the clink of something snapping into place. When I tried to move my legs, I couldn’t because something was pressing against my inner thighs.

My heart began to race.

“Spreader bar,” Chase murmured right in my ear, and I could feel the heat of his body as he bent over me. “Now you can’t close those pretty legs to escape what I’m about to do to you, no matter how much you want to. You’re at my mercy.”

He rubbed the flat of the crop between my legs, then tapped the leather tip against my already sensitive clit.

I gasped in shock. The impact didn’t hurt, but the audacity of it, and the fact that I couldn’t stop him, was electrifying.

It was like he wanted me to know he owned me tonight.

That I was his toy to play with, however he pleased.

His hand caressed down my back as he stepped up behind me. “Now, a little something to fill you up before I do.”

I expected a vibrator, or something similar. I was not prepared to feel something nudge up against my asshole, slick and cool and solid.

A startled squeak escaped past my lips and I instinctively tensed up, trying to press my legs together to stop the intrusion, but unable to because of the spreader bar.

The butt plug he was trying to work into my ass felt impossibly large.

I’d never done anal play before. I’d been neutral on that particular kink—it didn’t turn me off and it hadn’t been a hard limit for me.

But now, a sudden instinctive panic gripped me—a fear that the plug wouldn’t fit.

“You need to relax,” he said, his voice deep and soothing, as was the hand stroking along my hip.

I forced myself to calm down because I trusted Chase. I exhaled and unlocked my muscles as he continued pushing the plug into me. The stretch in a foreign place made the object feel huge, and I groaned in relief when I realized it was finally in place, snug and tight and full in my ass.

But that was only two toys. The spreader bar and the anal plug. Things that had definitely pushed me beyond what I’d ever done before. I couldn’t imagine what he’d select for his third device.

I heard his footsteps as he walked around me, until he was standing in front of the table I was bent over. “Stand up straight,” he ordered.

I lifted my upper body and when his large, warm hands gripped my breasts, squeezing them, I moaned because the way he fondled the pair felt so good.

“You have great tits,” he said appreciatively. “So perky. And your nipples are so responsive.” He rubbed and lightly pinched them until they were stiff. “Are you sensitive here?”

“Kind of, sir,” I replied.

“Hmm, that’s a little too vague for me,” he said as his hands fell away. “I’d like to know more definitively, so let’s find out just how sensitive they are.”

I inhaled a quick breath as something bit down on my nipples, tiny harsh metal teeth digging in.

The pain was the equivalent of an electric jolt that was connected to every one of my nerve endings, and I panted for breath as my brain tried to process the intense sensations ricochetting through my body.

“Ohmygod,” I gasped. My first inclination was to remove whatever Chase had secured to my nipples, but that wasn’t possible. “What…what…” The extreme pressure was so all-consuming I couldn’t even form a cohesive sentence.

“Nipple clamps,” Chase explained as he splayed a hand between my shoulder blades and eased me back down so I was bent over the table again, my breasts swaying freely. “Too much?”

I heard the challenge in his tone and knew for certain he was testing me. He expected me to safeword out. To say yes, I’d changed my mind.

It wasn’t going to happen. The pinch from the nipple clamps was a lot, but not overwhelming.

In fact, as the seconds ticked by and I regulated my breathing, I realized that twinge of discomfort kept me focused.

Utterly present in the moment. I couldn’t think of anything except that rhythmic throb in my nipples and how oddly blissful it made me feel.

“I’m good, sir,” I said honestly. “I…I like the pain.” Even as I said those words, I knew they were true.

There was a moment of silence, as if Chase was processing his surprise that I was actually enjoying this. “Well, then, let’s continue. Ten hits with the crop. I want you to count each strike for me. If it’s too much, say red . If you need a pause, say yellow .”

I nodded, and Chase gave me a warning tap on my inner thigh. “Use your words, baby.”

The pet name thrilled me, not that I’d ever tell him that. “I understand, sir,” I said, clasping my fingers together behind my back where they were restrained. “Red for stop. Yellow for pause.”

He was quiet for a long moment, lulling me into a false sense of security as I let my body relax.

The first smack came out of nowhere, hitting the back of my thigh.

The unexpected strike made me clench down around the plug in my ass, and made my breasts with the clamps on them shake.

It was so much stimulation, more than just the sting of the crop, and it drove all other thoughts out of my head to make room for more enjoyable sensations to take hold.

“One,” I counted out loud, remembering just in time.

“Very good,” Chase murmured as he slowly, softly, slid his hand up my back, grounding me before adding another swat in the same vicinity.

“Two,” I called out.

As he continued, I realized the key was not to fight the pain, but to embrace it.

I breathed in and out between each smack, almost meditating, letting that initial burn ebb into a more euphoric sensation.

I allowed my brain and body to adjust to the ache, and I was rewarded with a sublime pleasure that washed over me and added to the intoxicating high.

Between each swat, Chase left me hanging just enough that I was tense with anticipation, but never so long that I was taken out of the moment.

I felt so present in my body, so aware of every part of me.

Every single one of my senses was heightened, and I loved that I was the sole focus of Chase’s attention, in a way that no other man had ever made me feel.

“ Ten ,” I gasped out as the final lash struck my sore ass.

“You did so well, sweetheart,” he praised in a gruff tone, the depth of his voice infused with lust. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

I was gently hauled up to standing, and still wearing the blindfold, my head spun a bit.

The clamps were removed, and I cried out in relief as the blood flowed back into my nipples.

Chase gently brushed a thumb over one of the sensitive tips, and I sucked in a breath at how hot and engorged it felt.

I realized, dimly, that my pussy was soaking wet, my arousal coating the inside of my thighs.

My legs trembled, and Chase pressed himself against my back.

At some point, in between strikes with the crop, he’d undressed, and the heat of his skin added to all the other sensations my brain was trying to process.

“ Now ,” he murmured into my ear as one of his hands slid around to my throat so that he could tip my head back against his shoulder. “I’m going to fuck that pretty, wet pussy until you come all over my cock. Do you know why?”

My mind raced as I looked for an answer. “Because—because it’s yours, sir.”

“That’s right.” His other hand stroked my stomach, and I couldn’t stop shaking with desire. “Are you on edge? Hmm?”

“Yes…yes, sir,” I stuttered.

He moved his fingers lower and slowly rubbed my clit.

I moaned, slumping against him. It felt so good, with my aching breasts, and my ass feeling full and penetrated, and my legs still forcefully spread apart.

And Chase, mastering my body like he knew exactly what to do to make me give myself over to him. To submit to his dominance.

It was sensory overload, and I wanted to come, badly. It was almost a surprise how much I needed the release, like an orgasm and sex was brand new again.

I moaned, and just as I was approaching the peak—he abruptly stopped. I whimpered, my entire body trembling at the edge, desperate and needy. I would have done anything to orgasm in that moment. Anything .

And Chase knew it.