7
And just like that, Hudson and I fall into a rhythm and into each other. The days when I’m not in the club with him feel like they last forever, and the ones I am with him feel like a dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from. A couple of weeks after Halloween, as I enter the club, I know I’m ready. I knew it when I woke up this morning, and I haven’t changed my mind. Today is the day I will go on the St. Andrew’s cross.
And that’s why when I see John at the door, I ask him to tell Hudson to meet me there. He raises an eyebrow at me. “Special plans tonight?” he asks.
“I guess you could say that.” I flash him my best smile as I walk inside and check my coat. There are butterflies of anticipation in my tummy and just a little bit of nerves as I wait in the shadows by the little stage. I know that I want this, but I’ve never done anything like this in front of people before. I’m honestly not sure how it’s going to feel. I hope I don’t freak out. Hudson appears only a few minutes later. “You’re sure about this?” he asks before he even kisses me.
“Yes. I am. I’m ready.”
I love watching the lust take over his face. He wants this as much as I do, and I wonder if this was on his list of original fantasies, though I’m not going to ask right now. “Take off your clothes.”
It’s the first test, and I do. I fold my clothes and put them on one of the shelves near the stage. I notice that the audience area around the stage has more people in it now. They’ve noticed that someone is getting ready and have come to watch. My heart rate ticks up, and I rub my hands together. I’m really doing this. We’re really doing this. Hudson takes one of my wrists and wraps a leather cuff around it. He straps it on, running his thumb along my skin under the leather to make sure that it’s not too tight. Then the other wrist and both my ankles.
“You’re nervous,” he says. It’s not a question.
“A little, yeah.”
He nods, letting a bit of a smile show. “That’s okay. What’s the safe word?”
“Red.”
“Good. And I guess fair is fair,” he says, staring to take off his own clothes.
I can’t help but laughing. “Your employees are going to get an eyeful.”
“I think they’ve seen all of us naked at some point or another. It would be almost strange not to in a club like this.”
“Fair point.”
His clothes are gone, and he turns to me. “You ready?”
“Yeah.”
He walks onto the stage first, and I follow. The lights are brighter than I thought they’d be. I can barely see the people sitting down around us, but I still know they’re there. I can feel their eyes on me. Hudson places his hand on my lower back. “Face the wood and step up.”
The cross itself has a platform attached, and I step onto it. He takes hold of my left arm first, raising it above my head and drawing it to the side, attaching the cuff to the wood where the clip is. Then my other hand. Restrained like this, I’m starting to feel that same powerful arousal. Kneeling behind me, he takes my ankle and gently positions it out where it needs to be. I feel his lips on the back of my thigh as he restrains my other leg. And there it is. I’m strapped to a wooden cross in front of the entire club.
A shudder runs through me and I’m aware that my pussy is so wet that it’s almost dripping. Hudson is close behind me and his words are at a volume that only I can hear. “Do you like this?”
“Yes.”
He reaches around me and pulls on my nipples, and they harden under his hands while he works them. I arch my back and my ass runs into him. “The thing I like about this,” he says, “is it gives me such interesting access.”
“Oh?” I say, even though I can barely breathe because I’m so turned on.
His hand tangles in my hair and he pulls my head back and he kisses my neck, sending goosebumps across my skin. “Yes.” He lets me go and his hand drifts down my back, landing on my ass. He spanks me lightly, and I jump. “I can do this.”
His hand falls again, and again, moving back and forth between each cheek, and the sting of his fingers is surprising and arousing. He’s spanking me. People are watching him spank me, and I can’t move to do anything. I feel myself grow even more wet.
“There are no seats left,” he says. “People are having to stand around and watch you. They’re going to touch themselves while they watch me fuck you. They’re going to wish it were them. They’re going to see me as I lick you wherever I choose.”
His words, nothing but direct and honest, slice through me with unexpected heat. Lick me wherever he chooses. His tongue runs down my spine, and his hands land on my ass again, smoothing the heat from my skin where he spanked it. And then his tongue is there, on my ass, and I cry out in surprise. I arch against the restraints, head back, but of course there’s nowhere to go, and Hudson doesn’t stop the way he’s licking me. Sucking me. It’s so new and different and alien. That combined with the fact that I know he’s doing this for the show, and I almost come. It’s too much. It’s perfect.
Hudson pulls back and stands, and I hear the crinkle of a condom. I’m so wet that he slides in to the hilt, and my mouth falls open. I’m impaled by him, so full from this angle. I can’t move, and I don’t want to. I love this feeling of being trapped and free at the same time. I come immediately, my body shaking while he fucks me, and I know why that woman looked so radiant. This is…everything.
He doesn’t stop, and I let myself go, falling into pleasure. It feels like my mind is in freefall even though I’m standing still. Every time Hudson enters me it feels better, until each bit of friction feels like a tiny orgasm. I’m under the water in an ocean of pleasure and I don’t want to surface. I don’t know how long it is until I feel him come. It could be hours. And when he comes, I come with him again, though I haven’t really stopped. And this time I think I do scream. How is it that each time with him is better than the last?
I feel like I’m still floating, but Hudson releases me from the cross, and I’m being carried somewhere. He’s cradling me and I like the feeling of being cared for and close. “Are you all right?” he asks.
“I’m perfect.” The fog is lifting, but I can still feel that perfect floaty sensation. Almost like being high. “We’re definitely going to do that again.”
I can hear his chuckle vibrate through his chest.
I look around and I don’t recognize where we are. There are no other people, it’s a cozy room. White furnishings and a fire, and Hudson is holding me on the couch. “Where are we?” I ask softly.
/> “My private room,” he says. “After that, I wanted some privacy.”
“Mmm.” I snuggle closer to his chest, and I love this feeling. It’s perfect. I don’t remember a time when I’ve felt this content. “You never really told me why you do this,” I say. “Why you run a club like this. I mean, you told me that you and your friends wanted somewhere like this, but that doesn’t feel like the entire reason.”
“Very perceptive of you.”
“That’s me,” I sigh, still feeling a little high, “perceptive Christine.”
He laughs softly. “Well, I’ll tell you. I grew up in a really small town.”
“Me too.”
“Everyone there kind of knew how their lives would turn out, and I didn’t. I chose to go to college in California. Everybody was so different there, and away from home, I felt like a whole new person. I met my friends—the other owners—there. And when you talk about being yourself, sex is really at the center of that. Sexuality is a huge part of what makes you who you are. And we thought that everyone was too uptight about it, so we wanted a place where everyone could be who they wanted without judgement.”
“That’s really nice,” I say softly.
“And thankfully my family was supportive of the whole thing. They pretend they don’t know what kind of club I run, but they do. The whole town probably knows. It’s maybe six hours from here.”
I look up at him. “So you’re the reason the club is in Phoenix and not somewhere in L.A.?”
“Maybe a little, but we wanted somewhere that needed it and was also a tourist destination. L.A. has plenty of places where someone can find what they need.”