A Masochist's Adventures in Wonderland
Chapter 13
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Ash led me into the restaurant. We wound up standing behind a bunch of other patrons all waiting to get in.
The maître d’ spotted Ash and waved him forward over everyone’s heads.
He put his arm behind my back and shouldered his way through the crowd. The other patrons gave him dirty looks, but he ignored them and the maître d’ led us inside.
He seated us at a small, round table by the tall windows overlooking the bay. A single candle burned in the center between our seats.
A bunch of other similar tables surrounded this one, but this still felt intimate, almost private even with other people siting only a few feet away.
Ash pulled out my chair for me, sat down, and ordered a bottle of wine. The maître d’ left us alone with our menus.
I opened mine. “So what’s good here?” I asked.
He didn’t touch his menu. “Everything is good here. You can’t go wrong. Just choose whatever you want.”
I looked up. “Have you been here before? How do you know everything is good here?”
“I come here all the time—because everything is good here. I come here for all my business lunches and dinners. The service is top notch and there’s no chance the staff will mess up my client’s order. It’s a no-brainer.”
“Am I a client?”
He burst out laughing. “Of course not—but I wouldn’t want the staff to mess up your order, either.”
I put my menu down. “You’re the one who’s supposed to be making all the decisions here. Maybe you could order for me.”
He beamed at me across the table. “I would love to. Do you have any allergies or dietary requirements?”
“No. I eat everything.”
He laughed again. “Thanks for the warning.”
I gazed out the window, now that I didn’t have to decide what to order. I didn’t care what I ate. I wasn’t here for the service.
“Is there a reason we’re here?” I asked. “Is there a reason you brought me here for our meeting instead of staying at your apartment.”
His eyes dipped to my body. “I brought you here so I could see you in that dress.”
I turned bright red and looked away again. “Seriously. Why are we here?”
“I told you. I think it’s time we changed things up. We’ve been confined to the apartment—and a bunch of other things. It’s time to step it up a notch.”
“What does that mean?”
“This.”
The maître d’ brought the wine just then. Ash busied himself pouring it for both of us, but I didn’t see him drinking it.
I wanted to ask a million questions—like why he played with me in the car without letting me cum. Did I do something wrong? Was that some kind of punishment?
He had never punished me for anything. Should I be worried about that?
Without warning, he leaned forward and murmured under his breath so only I could hear him. “Do you feel how turned on you were in the car?”
I didn’t even have to look at him. His voice snuck into my guts and instantly transported me back to him talking to me in the car.
The vibrator wasn’t here to do it for me, but that somehow made this so much hotter.
“You begged me to fuck you,” he murmured low. “Do you feel that? Do you feel me driving into you right now?”
I clamped my eyes shut—and felt him.
“You’re sitting on my lap facing away from me,” he half-whispered. “You’re naked with your thighs spread over my legs. You’re rocking on me and cumming hard while I pull you back into me.”
My lips pouted open. I needed to cum so bad.
“Cum for me right now, baby,” he murmured. “You did it on the phone. Cum for me. Feel me inside you fucking you until you cum.”
My mouth full open a little wider. My eyes snapped up and locked on him—and it happened.
My body froze in a spike of orgasm. I couldn’t move a muscle. I could only stare into his eyes holding me hostage.
He knew what he was doing to me. He made me so ragged and desperate in the car. He brought me right to the edge and made me beg for it.
He said he would make me cum and he did—right now.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking hot, baby. That’s right. You cum for me, don’t you? You cum when I say. That’s right. You are such a good girl to do what I say.”
The waiter interrupted by showing up to take our order. Ash took his eyes off me and ordered the same lamb chop special for both of us.
I kept my eyes on Ash the whole time. I couldn’t function like this. How was I supposed to get through dinner when he did this to me?
He turned around and saw me sitting there simmering with barely suppressed madness. I could have collapsed screaming on the floor right now—but I didn’t.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured. “You are so well-behaved. You’re a dream come true. Now slowly start to come out of it. Let your body relax and let that energy flow through you. Don’t worry. I’m going to take you back to my place and do it right. You won’t stay like this after we leave the restaurant.”
His words acted on my body as much on my mind. I shut my eyes and swallowed hard.
Just the act of doing that dissipated the energy. I could shake myself and sit up straight.
“Do you like cumming on command for me?” he murmured.
I had to struggle to keep my voice down so no one else heard me. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. You are so polite. I’m proud of you. I love the way you obey me.”
I looked down at the tablecloth. What was he going to order me to do next?
He said we wouldn’t do anything inappropriate in public. We hadn’t yet. No one could tell by looking at us that we were doing anything.
He wasn’t doing anything. He was just talking exactly like everyone else in this restaurant.
I could only trust him not to do anything inappropriate even though he kept me on the edge of my seat with this.
He studied me across the table while I squirmed and tried to act natural, but the ache between my legs didn’t go away.
All this talk about fucking him drove me crazy. I begged him in the car. Now he told me to imagine I was doing it. Would he ever? Was that just part of him making me cum for him?
He finally leaned back in his chair and twirled his wine in his glass, but I still didn’t see him drinking any of it.
I didn’t drink mine, either. I was already half out of my mind from that orgasm. I didn’t need anything making me more suggestible.
“Have you been keeping up with your research into BDSM on the side?” he asked for no apparent reason.
“Yes, I haven’t stopped reading since I met you.”
“Do you understand the concept of limits?”
“Yes, I understand the concept.”
“Do you have an idea of what your limits might be?”
I frowned at him. “What do you mean?”
“You said you wanted to learn about masochism so we could have a relationship. That is a considerable departure from what you told me the first night we met. You said you could never do anything like that. I assume you meant things like me using the flogger on you—but you were fine with that, weren’t you?”
“Yes, I was.”
“So impact play isn’t a limit—but maybe the degree of impact is. So I need you to give me a general idea of what your limits are so I know what to work with.”
“I don’t know what my limits are because I haven’t explored anything yet.”
“So are you telling me that you want to keep going and escalating the intensity until you start to feel you’re approaching your limits?”
I shrugged and wound up squirming again. “I guess so.”
“Have you read about anything you absolutely don’t want to do?”
“Well, I wouldn’t want anyone to make me clean the toilet with my tongue.”
He burst out laughing again. His cheeks colored. “Okay. Excellent. We’re getting somewhere.”
“Why is that funny? I can’t believe people actually do that.”
“Some people like to be degraded.”
I grimaced in disgust. “I know they do. I don’t understand that, either.”
“You don’t understand it, but would you say that’s a limit or something you just don’t know enough about to say if it’s a limit or not?”
I wound up looking out the window again. “I suppose I would say it’s something I don’t know enough about. I never thought I would ever let anyone use a flogger on me, but I did.”
“Did it ever occur to you that first night that the person using the flogger could modulate the impact so it wouldn’t be painful?”
“No, you’re right. It never occurred to me.”
“Then you might also not understand that degradation might be something you might actually enjoy. Wouldn’t you agree?”
My mind switched back to Graham. I knew nothing about the guy. I didn’t know what he looked like or anything about his personality.
Everything I thought I knew about the guy I assumed just from hearing his voice. I came to a lot of conclusions about what kind of dominant and sadist he was just from the pitch of his voice.
I could definitely picture him degrading someone. I could picture him degrading someone badly—but even that seemed so erotic that it made me shiver again.
I couldn’t imagine Ash degrading anyone—especially not me—but maybe he just held himself back from that, too—just like he held himself back on everything else. He did it to protect me from going too far.
“Yes, you’re right,” I finally answered. “I might enjoy it if it was done right.”
“Would you like to try increasing the intensity of impact play to see if you like that, too?”
I nodded down at my plate. “I was hoping you would, but I didn’t know how to ask. I didn’t know what to ask for.”
He leaned closer across the table and lowered his voice again so no one would hear him. “What did you like about what I did to you last time?”
I could never mistake that tone in his voice. He was doing it again.
“Did you like me striking your breasts like that?” he whispered.
“Yes, Sir!” I panted.
“Did it turn you on—feeling me striking you all over your body and making you cum from that?”
“Yes!” Did I make any noise that time at all?
“Did you masturbate thinking about me whipping you harder and making you scream?”
“Yes!” My voice cracked from the strain. It came out louder than it should have.
“Do you feel me whipping your pussy right now—making you raw and sore—and then fucking you when you’re so sensitive that a single touch would make you scream in orgasm?”
I couldn’t answer. I really needed to grind on my chair and make myself cum, but I couldn’t do that in a crowded restaurant.
His voice brought up all the wicked things I’d been fantasizing about every time I masturbated this week—everything I had been thinking about since Graham’s phone call.
Ash was describing the exact scenario I most often fantasized about—him whipping me and making me cum again and again just from the intensity of those brutal strikes.
I still wasn’t convinced I would go through with it, but I wanted to at least test the waters to find out.
Right then, the waiter came with our food. Ash had to lean back to make room for the guy to put our dishes in front of us.
Ash thanked the waiter. As soon as the waiter left, Ash leaned in close again. “Don’t eat until you cum for me again. I want to see you cum thinking about me whipping you.”
My chin fell on my chest and my eyes sank closed. I only had to think about it to feel another crushing orgasm take hold of me.
Those strikes of his flogger on my pussy making me cum…..Any tool he chose to use on me covering my body with his imprint…..
The very idea of him using my body the way he wanted to…..
I gasped out once before I got myself under control. I felt it. I didn’t have to try. It came to my mind instantly.
“Good girl….” he murmured. “That is so fucking good. You are so fucking hot, baby. I wish I could fuck you right now….”
My mind blurred from all these feelings. He didn’t even scratch the surface of what I wanted him to do to me.
That was the key right there. I wanted him to do it to me—all of it. Him doing it to me was the one crucial element that made it so intoxicating.
“Now start to come out of it,” he murmured. “You’re so beautiful and I’m so proud of you. You are hands down the best dinner date I’ve ever had. Now open your eyes and look at me.”
My drunken eyes floated open and drifted up to meet his.
“Good girl,” he breathed. “That’s right. Come back to this moment. We’re in a restaurant about to eat dinner. Come back to this moment so you can eat your dinner.”
I looked down at my plate. The food looked delicious, but it also looked a million miles away.
“Drink some water,” he told me.
I picked up my water glass on autopilot and took a gulp. It really did make me feel better. It grounded me and brought me back to reality.
“Pick up your fork and knife, cut off a piece of your lamb chop, and put it in your mouth.”
My body went through the robotic motions of picking up my knife and fork. I started cutting a piece of my lamb chop and then put it in my mouth.
I bit into it and the taste flooded me. It brought me the rest of the way back to my senses.
I kept eating and so did he. His eyes followed my every movement.
I felt him measuring everything I did to see if I was behaving correctly, but his attention made me feel better.
He didn’t just take me to that place and leave me there. He brought me back. I could function now and get through the rest of the meal without anyone around me noticing anything wrong.
End of Chapter 13.
