Subfrenzy (the Subfrenzied Series) (14 page)

“
I trust you to use whatever you'd like, Sir.”

“
We're not going to get crazy at a club.”

“
Excuse me, sir?” An attendant handed him a pair of heavy-duty safety scissors. “You have to take a pair of these if you're going to be playing tonight. They'll cut through any of the ropes or restraints we have here.”

“
I'm going to restrain her against that pillar there,” Quinn pointed. “They'll cut through the leather?”

“
Of course, sir. You can leave them in one of those bins near the front, along with the floggers when you're done.”

“
Thanks so much.” The scissors went into his suit shirt pocket. “Use your safeword if I don't see your signals. Answer so I know you understand me, Clara.”

“
I understand. I'll use my safeword if I need to, Sir.”

“
See that pillar, there, with the leather restraints attached to it?” He went over and leaned against it, looking sure when he stood straight again. I felt safer, realizing he had checked to make sure it was steady. “This is where I want you.”

That
he hadn't hesitated to pick those floggers was exciting. I wondered what harder whips he knew how to use when I saw the strength in his forearms.

“
I can't fuck you here, can I?”

“
Unfortunately, no, Sir. Club security will kick us out.”

But
I held my breath all the same when his hand moved under my skirt. He kissed me and quickly stroked his thumb over my clit. “Frustrating for you, then. I'll start slow. You'll show me when you want more.”

“
Yes, Sir.”

“
You like these floggers?”

I
couldn't make myself kiss the handle, but I did brush my lips over his hand.

“
If you need to safeword, make sure you say it loudly. I want to hear you.”

“
Yes, Sir.” I breathed my nerves away and prepared myself for pain.

He
stood so I could see him test the lighter flogger on his arm. I dropped another few levels into submission because he had, hard. The dull pink marks left on his skin by the tails filled in by the time he switched to the second flogger. Three hits with that and his forearm was bright pink. Judging by how warm his eyes became, he knew it was the hard pain I wanted.

The
wrist restraints were cold before the leather warmed against my skin. Quinn tightened the ropes that raised and lowered the restraints, securing them so I could barely move my arms. I appreciated that he left me a little space to struggle. He straightened my skirt and unzipped the back of my dress. The straps formed a collar around my neck that kept it from falling, so only my back was exposed to the room.

Quinn
was taking off his belt?
“I'll be behind you or next to you, never anywhere else in the club. I like knowing these marks won't fade for a while.”

I smiled at him, happier with the temporary collar than I wanted to admit.
The belt end fell between my breasts and trailed down to the middle of my stomach. It was his, as I was when he had me submit for him. I forgot about the people around us when he stepped back.

“
Are you ready?”

“
Yes. Thank you for pain, Sir.”               

Several
flashes of dark, yet bright light exploded in my head. The tails thudded against my skin, warming the back of my thighs and different parts of my ass. I rested my cheek against the side of my arm as my body adjusted to the high pain levels. He swung the tails back and forth, striking my upper sides quickly, then overhanded so the tails slashed downward. My skin felt warm wherever he hit, left more sensitive as blood rushed to the surface.

He
went from the right side of my back to the left side, starting low on my legs before he worked his way upwards. I lost track of where the ends struck when pain commanded all of my attention. It crawled through me, swiftly growing in intensity. How much it hurt made me laugh before I relaxed into the harsher stinging sensations. Harder, faster until I panted... then he let the ends hit more slowly, so they slid down over the back of my thighs. The pain burned, filling me with dark, powerful energy. When it rose further than I could follow, subspace waited to pull me under.

So
close...
I breathed out until there was no air left in my lungs. It didn't hurt enough. It was challenging, yet not to the point where I had to fight panic.

“
That was the red one,” Quinn said, standing behind me again. “I know you liked it.”

I
resisted the urge to rub my back over his chest. The soft scratchiness of his jacket would feel so good against my skin, the silky softness of his shirt... But he smoothed the pain away with his hands and helped subspace swell closer. 

“
Are you happy with red marks? For now.”

I
tipped my head back and smiled at him. “Yes, Sir. Thank you very much.”

“
You're welcome.” I went warm with submission when he kissed my forehead. “I'm not done yet.”

He
started and it
hurt
. The initial pain dimmed as I fell into subspace. I knew the flogger was hitting me, yet only the barest hint of pain registered when the ends struck. There was a cloud of white, of darkness, of staticky nothingness in my mind. I drifted, feeling my knees lock to keep me standing. The sensations were new, a
throbbing that was both cold and hot when the tails smacked against my ass. I felt how fast my pulse was racing, how hot the entire back of my body had become. He slowed down, but had the flogger's tails hit me harder. I gave myself over to the pain, detached from the parts of my body that wouldn't be hit.

Two
voices filtered through different layers of subspace. The rushing of blood in my ears slowly faded, but my mind was sluggish. I recognized Quinn's immediately.

“
-- not the best time.”

“
I'll be quick-- to tell her--” I focused, trying to see the person in my head that matched his voice.
Samuel?
I felt his energy drift over my skin and immediately wished I hadn't sought it out. “--Clara, to be a submissive.”

Quinn
continued giving me pain, barely paying him any attention. Subspace beckoned, waiting to take me back under, but I couldn't let it. Not until I knew what Sam wanted, if he wanted anything other than to interrupt a heavy pain session.

“
You'll have her find me later?”

“
She
's the one you should be speaking with. I'll tell her you came by.”

“
I've got a few minutes for observation. Mind if I watch, sideline?”

“
It's your club.” I felt shivers run through my body, hearing the controlled aggression in his tone. “She's free to find you when we're done.”

Quinn
swung the flogger, having me feel the figure-eight motion as air drifting over my back. Then the ends came closer and struck my flesh. I pulled myself higher and pressed my body against the white column. The pain continued to rise, writhing, then clawing at me inside. When it broke, I snapped out of subspace and felt
everything
with no shields to protect me from the intensity. I pressed my mouth against my arm to hold back the scream that would have followed.
Why didn't I feel him anymore?
Submission sought the warmth of his dominance, something I couldn't find in a crowded club.
Was he annoyed that I hadn't shown appreciation?
The flogger hit three times, all in the same place. It took all of my willpower not to flinch out of position. Pain made me gasp, unable to follow how far down it hurt.

“
Thank you, Sir!” 

There
was a long pause. I eased back down so my heels touched the floor. M
y eyes were closed when he struck the pillar.
The hiss of the flogger's tails
sounded
painful. It vibrated gently against my fingertips. I fought strong waves of panic, fear beating against submission as I forced myself to stay in position.
Was he going to hit me that hard?

“
Relax, Clara.” He let the lighter tails trail down over my back.

Feeling
them strike longwise against my thighs made me jump. I heard myself moan and bit my lip. The stinging was incredible!

“
Please-!”

“
What?” Quinn asked, his voice sharp.
“
Do you want more?”

I
couldn't answer. Pressing my chest against the column had made my nipples slide over the smooth inside of my dress. A rush of pleasure took me by surprise and numbed the pain I felt. Quinn hesitated, but the flogger's ends struck my skin. I stayed quiet for the next six very, very hard hits.

“
Yes, Sir!” I groaned, repeating myself to make sure he heard me. “Please yes, Sir?”

It
took me a second to realize that he had switched floggers. The harder tails made me writhe. I would be happy to have his bruises. They'd remind me of his skill with a flogger and how much I wanted him to touch me-! Slashes of pain drifted through my head. I stopped being able to control how my body reacted.

“
-- still want more?”

“
Yes, please,” I said immediately, remembering his lesson from before. “Thank you, Sir!”

His
long pause gave me time to relax again. I felt the shorter ends of his lighter flogger wrap around my right side, then slowly slide away. I pulled myself higher and brought my shoulders together when he hit my legs. The last cool places on my thighs warmed, then where my thighs met the curve of my ass. My skin felt tight and I realized how little there was left to my pain threshold. Fear became adrenaline when the ends hit my right leg.
Yes, I could take more. Wanted more...
I saw red and white flashes behind my eyelids. Red, I remembered, that's why it was my safeword.

'Not
yet,'
my masochistic side snarled, kept asleep for far too long. Quinn changed floggers again. The adrenaline-fueled frenzy drifted back into more stable submission. Subspace pulled me under again. I was lost to the way my body jumped, having no way to stop it. All I could do was stay upright, not fight the restraints, and gratefully absorb pain that suddenly felt like warm licks of pleasure.

“
You took that so incredibly well...”

I
moaned when he roughly pulled my head back. He didn't move when I kissed the side of his neck, my cheek resting against his shoulder. Quinn had taken his suit shirt off, the white undershirt soft against my chest.
How much time had I lost, absorbing pain
? The walls and doors I'd built around my submissive side were demolished. But my need for pain, finally, felt completely sated.

He
unhooked the restraints around my wrists. I looked into his eyes, pleading for everything else, all at once. Part of me knew there were people around and that we were at
Rack's,
yet... I didn't care. Couldn't care, with his cock pressed hard against my thigh.

“
Can you feel how red your skin is?”

“
Yes. Yes, thank you, Sir.” The entire back of my body and a few places along my sides throbbed with heat. He felt me shivering and slowly moved his hands over my shoulders.  

“
I want to fuck you so hard...”

Quinn
laid his hands flat on the pillar. I shuddered when he touched my back again, but the cold was instantly soothing.
I heard moaning, gasping, pain and pleasure sounds drifting around me. When I breathed in, I smelled leather and Quinn's cologne. Pain beat through the back of my body, coiling deep inside of me. The self-control he kept seeped in and reinforced mine.

“
Sit down with me for a few minutes before we go. Can you walk?”

“
Of course, Sir.”

He
smoothed my hair back, grinning before he let me down. “Of course.”

It
took more concentration than I expected, placing one foot in front of the other as he guided me to a double sofa seat. He sat sideways, his back straight in the corner of the couch, having me lay in front of him. I slumped against him, my eyes closed as I smoothed my fingers over his chest.

“
You're still in subspace?”

“
Not as much, Sir. Did I embarrass you, stumbling around?”

“
No. There was no stumbling.” I felt him lean his head back. “You can take
so
much more pain than I hoped you could.”

“
It pleased you, Sir?”

“
If we weren't here...” 

“
You nearly reached the last of my endurance, toward the end,” I admitted.