The Billionaire's Plaything is his Wife

Chapter 2

Samantha's POV

The woman is petite but curvaceous. I can see it even as she's bent over. She isn't entirely naked because her shirt is bunched up to her shoulders and a red collar is wrapped around her slender throat, but other than that, she is naked. She is bent over and her ass up against the bars of the cage she is locked in, her fingers gripping the bars in front of her for purchase. The vertical lines probably leaving lines on her ass with how hard she presses against it. Her large t**s sway each time the man behind her slams his hips against her ass from outside the cage, the sounds coming out of their mouths more animalistic than human.

What the hell? Where am I exactly?

Tearing my eyes away from the image in front of me, I take a look around. At first glance, it is like any normal nightclub. There is a bar along the back wall and a dancefloor in the center, raised like a podium, currently empty but then I look to the edge of the room, and that's when I see it. There are elevated platforms at the edge of the dance space. One has an X-shaped pole on it and the other is a cage currently occupied by the man and woman f*****g.

This isn't any normal nightclub.

Several couples and groups of friends sit at the low tables at the bar, talking and drinking like it is a normal occurrence to watch two persons going at it while chit-chatting over drinks.

As I avert my gaze back to the edge of the room, I realize that the other platform is occupied, this time the man is standing in front of the girl tied to the X-shaped pole, rubbing circles against the girl’s c**t, while his other hand wandered from breast to breast. A long, loud moan drifts from the girl and sweeps through the room, making a hush-like silence fall over the room as everyone shifts their focus to them.

I understand.

Watching the scene is...Fuck, turning me on. It wasn’t just the s****l stuff, either. It was the power. The man chuckles wickedly when the girl tries to writhe while bound to the pole but the cuffs around her wrist and ankles restrict any further movement.

Faster and faster his thumb moves on her c**t, and even though the girl can't escape, the man leans closer to her and wraps her finger around her neck, pinning her harder to the pole. The girl’s moan is desperate with need.

Lust snakes through me, tightening every muscle in my body. It is ridiculous. I risk a glance around the room and find everyone in a trance-like moment like me.

Back on the platform, whimpers of pleasure escape through the girl, forcing my attention back to them. As he slowly drags his hand away from the girl’s neck, he also withdraws his hand from between the girl’s legs and steps back from her. This draws another cry of desperation from the girl.

“Shh,” he orders.

The girl squirms as much as she can, not letting the cuffs detract her from at least trying to move.

He moves to a table in front of them. How did I not notice it? He picks out a cordless wand vibrator from the variety of equipment laid out, consisting of paddles, whips, clips, and a weirdly shaped thing that looks like a bullet. His thumb presses the button on the handle, and just the dull hum causes the girl to whimper with need.

The head of the vibrator is pressed to the girl’s n****e, eliciting a gasp from her parted lips.

"Where do you want this?" I don't need to see the man's face to know that there is a grin on it.

The girl answers with a cry as he presses the vibrator harder on her n****e.

“Where? On your dripping cunt?”

The girl swallows so hard it is visible from the movement of her chest. “Yes, please.”

“All right.” He moves the vibrator down, slipping it between the girl’s spread legs, and strokes the head once over her lips “Like this?”

The girl’s gasp began in pleasure and ends in a cry." Oh God, yes." Her back arches from the wood behind her.

He moves his lips to her ears." Now, what do you say?"

“Thank you, Master.”

Master?

He holds the vibrator tight to the girl’s c**t. Short, gulping breaths are punctuated with her moans, and it is obvious to everyone that the pleasure was building inside her. Only her chest could move as she gasped for air.

They paint a picture. Top versus bottom. Free to control while forced to obey. I never would have thought I’d be into something like this, but good lord, it is f*****g hot.

He ground the buzzing head of the vibrator against the girl, moving it in a tight circle, Leaning further forward into the girl. He is intently focused on bringing the girl pleasure. As the girl trembles, needy cries tear from her lips, sounding sort of like pain, but it is clear it is pleasure.

“I’m coming, I'm comi...” she screams, cut off as an orgasm wreck through her. Her head falls as the orgasm consumes her.

I clench my legs together and press my lips to keep a moan from escaping, but a few others in the room didn’t stay quiet. There are noises of approval and whispered words of encouragement to the couple.

And as the climax rolls through and began to subside, the man doesn’t back down, moving back to the table, he discards the vibrator in favor of a whip. The shuddering sighs from the girl change in pitch and urgency, switching from contentment to fear as she cites the whip in his hand. This time when she squirms, it is with a real effort to escape.

The man lets out a chuckle seeing the frantic movement from the girl. A sharp sound of surprise punch from the girl’s lips with the first strike on her open lap. Second. Another gasp. By the tenth strike, she is whimpering and crying out. Each subsequent strike increases in intensity.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

The room is filled with the sound of leather meeting flesh, and the soft grunts which escape the girl. She jolts with every lash, her entire body responding to the hard swats of the whip. The man swings the whip with purpose and skill, striking the girl exactly where he means to. I am pinned to my spot all while the performance last, too intrigued to tear my gaze away from the couple.

At the end of the performance, applause fills the room while the man uncuffs the girl and pulls her into his arms, stroking her back and running his fingers through her hair. I'm shocked by this display. Somehow it seems more intimate than what I just witnessed. I tear my gaze away from them, finding it weird to watch them even though I just saw them basically have s*x with each other.

I need to sit.

As I walk to the bar, I notice the stares on me from men. It feels like I am being watched by predators. As if these men are a pack of wolves and I am a fresh carcass thrown down in front of them. I ignore them, plunking on a stool in front of the bar. I take an order and wait for the bartender to mix the drink, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

"What the f**k are you doing here?" A deep voice growls out from behind me.