His Buttercup

Summary: Leisurely, his eyes rolled over her body, inspecting her. When she had first come to the club, this action would have made her uneasy, but now? It thrilled her. Standing here for his perusal? It was a wonderful feeling. Pure Smut/BDSM

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Esme looked herself over in the mirror, checking that everything was just so. She didn't want to disappoint Him. The dress she was wearing was chosen specifically for tonight. He'd sent it to her work, her co-workers gushing over the extravagant gift. They thought He was a generous man—and He was—but this was more than that. He wanted her to wear something bought for her. An example of His ownership over her. Six months ago, that thought would have terrified her. But now… now it thrilled her.

The dress was black, sleeveless with a sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps. The bodice was a fitted bustier, sitting against her like a second skin. The waist was fitted, with a deep slit all the way up to her thigh. Normally, she would never wear anything like this. It wasn't how she was raised. But He was teaching her who she really was. She wasn't someone who liked to sit back and take things—regardless of her current submissive tendencies. She liked to be seen and heard and admired. Since the beginning of this new relationship, her bosses had even noticed a difference, praising her for voicing her views and opinions. He had beamed when she told Him that.

A vibrating noise brought her out of her musings, and Esme picked her phone up from the bed.

Don't be late tonight, Buttercup. I want you there at seven exactly. I'll come and find you.

Exhilaration. That was the only way to describe the tingles running through her. Her nostrils flared as she blew out a breath to calm herself, her body already humming with the promise of what tonight would bring.

Arriving alone was part of their agreement. It's not that she didn't want to be seen with Him or He with her, but it was to bolster her confidence. For her to know that she didn't need someone to keep her safe.

Finishing getting ready, Esme applied a small amount of lip gloss to her lips, slipped on her strappy heels, and had a final look in the mirror. Her hair was twisted up in a delicate bun, pins keeping errant strands from getting into her face. The only makeup she had on was the aforementioned lip gloss. He liked her natural—bare.

Outside her window, the pre-arranged cab Esme had organized honked its horn, letting her know that it was time.

The ride over to the club took around fifteen minutes, and she used this time to centre herself, repeat His words in her head.

Stepping into the club, Esme felt excitement travel through her. It was dark, a dance floor taking up most of the space with leather couches and other furniture lining the edge of it. To the right was a small bar, alcohol was limited; the point of the club was not to get drunk. A series of doors were hidden away to the left, leading to more private rooms for those that required them.

Esme immediately headed towards the bar.

"Evening, Esme," Garrett greeted, a broad smile on his face. Garrett had easy blue eyes with dirty blonde hair that he kept up in what appeared to be a leather thong. Stubble adorned the lower half of his face, and he was wearing a leather vest and jeans tonight.

"Evening, Master Garrett," Esme replied. "May I inquire as to where Kate is?"

He smirked and looked down at his feet.

Esme leaned over the bar and saw her blonde friend on her knees, hands spread out on her thighs as she sucked in a deep breath. Esme was about to ask if she could speak to her when Kate let out a deep moan.

Esme's cunt twitched at the sound.

"We're trying a new toy out tonight. I think Katie quite likes it, don't you?"

Kate—who usually hated being Katie—gave an unsteady nod before her head fell forward, and she hissed.

"I must say," Garrett began, his eyes running over her body, "I think I quite like it too." His eyes shone with glee and arousal when he looked back at Esme.

Her cheeks flushed.

"Can I get you a drink?"

Esme nodded. "Just water, please."

Garrett winked and, from underneath the counter, produced a small, ice-cold bottle.

Wanting to cool herself down, Esme took the bottle from him. Twisting the cap off, she swallowed some, the frigidity helping to keep her mind off the pleasure Kate was experiencing.

"Good evening, Esme." She knew that voice anywhere. It was like a siren's song to her. Smooth and sensual, pulling her towards him.

Immediately, she stood from the barstool, eyes going to the ground until she received His permission to look up.

"Good evening, Master," she greeted. He always liked to be acknowledged.

His fingers cupped her jaw, and He tilted her chin upwards, bright blue eyes finding her brown ones. She loved that first glance—the promise hidden in His pupils.

"You wore the dress." A statement. His eyes shone with pleasure. She could only deduce that He didn't know if she would.

Esme knew that if she really didn't want to wear it, she wouldn't have to. A simple text to Him or a phone call and He would have allowed her to choose her own attire for the evening. But she wanted to please Him. To wear something that He had chosen, like a mark of ownership.

"Yes, Master."

"Is it comfortable?"

"Very. Thank you, Master."

"Come with me," He urged, taking her hand and leading her through the throng of people on the dance floor.

He didn't stop there but kept walking until they got to one of the couches on the periphery of it. He sat down and motioned for her to do the same.

"How are you feeling?"

Esme blushed under his gaze. She was always so acutely aware of him. "Very well, thank you, Master Carlisle."

Allowing herself a moment, Esme took him in. He was tall, at around six foot four compared to her five foot six—enough to make her feel safe and secure when he was behind her… or next to her… or on top of her. He had dark brown hair that fell across his face. She loved it when he pushed it back with his fingers, the ends sticking up—like they often did after a good play session. He was muscled, his shirts and trousers often concealing his body's ridges and hard lines underneath. He worked out three times a week, and Esme had been lucky to accompany him once. Watching his muscles twist and brace as he pulled himself up on the pull-up bar, had sent all kinds of sensations running through her body. When Carlisle had seen the look in her eye and the way she bit her lip, he had bent her over the weight bench and fucked her until she was a limp noodle. As her moans and groans had been unable to be suppressed, he'd shoved her discarded sports bra into her mouth, not wanting anyone to come into the room and see them. They both had voyeuristic tendencies, but Carlisle liked this gym and didn't want to find another.

"I'm glad you wore the dress." She knew he'd appreciate it but hearing the words had her blushing with pride. "Thank you for trusting me."

Carlisle never took her trust for granted. When she first came to the club, he'd understood that she needed easing in, and he did just that, letting her learn and answering some of the foolish questions that she'd had.

"Come here," he commanded after a few seconds of silence.

Esme shuffled closed to him on the couch, and he cupped her face in his hands.

"I need to kiss you."

It wasn't a question. It was a request.

His mouth landed on hers, his lips slanting over hers as he kissed her with all the passion in the world. His hands held her face still as his tongue probed and stroked at the inside of her mouth, mimicking what his fingers and cock would do to her later.

Carlisle kissed her until she was breathless and panting. Abruptly, he pulled back, just as her body was beginning to tighten.

"Stand up," he commanded, his voice rough, showing just how much she was affecting him.

Esme did as she was told, noting the way his trousers tented.

She stood in front of his hard body, facing him, waiting for his next instruction.

Leisurely, his eyes rolled over her body, inspecting her. When she had first come to the club, this action would have made her uneasy, but now? It thrilled her. Standing here for his perusal? It was a wonderful feeling.

"Take your panties off." His voice was even, despite the darkening of his eyes. Carlisle let his arm rest along the back of the couch as he sat back, waiting.

Esme placed a hand underneath her dress, moving the soft fabric out of the way and exposing her thighs to the world. Already, she could feel eyes on her. It added to the pleasure. Her fingers hooked into the lace underwear she had worn. Slowly, she eased it down her legs, watching Carlisle.

She adored the lazy smirk that he wore.

Once she had eased the fabric down her legs, he held out his hand. Without hesitation, she gave them to him.

In a lewd move, he lifted the underwear up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Esme blushed, and under the safety of her dress, her nipples tightened.

"Your cunt smells so fucking good, Esme."

At his words, she shifted, arousal flooding her veins.

"Colour?"

"Green."

"Good. Come here. I want to inspect you."

On increasingly shaky legs, Esme stepped towards him and in between his spread legs.

Carlisle leant forward, taking his arm from the back of the couch and placing it on the back of her thigh, the fabric of her dress a thin barrier between their skin.

Torturously slow, Carlisle began to pull at the fabric of the dress, gathering it into his hands, inch-by-inch revealing the creamy skin that laid underneath. Starting at the bottom of her right calf, Carlisle's fingers trailed up her skin, heat flashing over her.

He circled around, his fingers floating over the skin of her ass, soothing it before he delivered a playful slap.

Esme moaned.

Carlisle grinned.

People stared.

Using the hand he had just delivered the playful blow with, Carlisle held up the excess fabric of her dress as he gave her other leg the exact same treatment.

Esme shifted, her thighs rubbing together, desperately trying to relieve some of the tension that she felt.

Carlisle quirked an eyebrow at her, and she immediately stopped squirming.

Once he had gathered the material away from her lower half, he rolled and twisted it until it was able to stay around her waist, unassisted.

She was completely exposed. Her ass was on display for everyone in the club to see, the cool air of the room caressing her bottom. Her pussy was angled towards Carlisle, her swollen lips on display for his perusal.

And peruse them he did. His eyes drank her in. And then his finger reached out, and he combed it through her neatly trimmed hair.

She whimpered.

His finger ran over the swell of her pussy, and she sighed.

And when he pushed against her engorged clit, she gasped.

"Such a needy pussy," he murmured, his thick fingers sliding against his moistened flesh.

"All for you, Master," she panted. And it was. No one had made her feel like Carlisle did. He allowed her to be herself, express what she had so desperately tried to keep hidden.

One of his hands firmly grasped the back of her thigh, urging her to move it forward. As always, she did as requested, opening her up.

"Would you like me to taste you?"

Desperately she nodded.

"Words, Esme."

"Yes… please."

A quick pinch to the sensitive skin of her thighs reminded Esme of her place.

"Master! Yes, please, Master!"

As her reward, Carlisle's tongue stroked against her. Strong and insistent, it explored the puffy skin of her cunt, tasting the honey that threatened to roll down her thighs.

"Perfection, Fucking perfection," he hissed, seconds before he dived back in, one hand on her thigh and the other on her hip.

Above him, Esme mewled, pleasure rolling through her body.

His tongue lapped her up, drinking in the essence that was purely her.

Her clit throbbed under his touch, and her toes curled in her heels. When she swayed on her feet, Carlisle gave her further instructions.

"Hands on my shoulders."

No sooner had she grasped the fabric of his shirt in her hands, was his tongue back inside her, coaxing a screaming orgasm to the forefront of her body. Her nipples brushed against the inside of her dress and her eyes closed. Her mouth dropped open as she panted, trying to control the desire welling up inside her.

Just as the peak of her orgasm was about to hit, Carlisle pulled away, his lips glistening. "Be loud and come as many times as you like."

Five seconds, that's all it took for Esme to fall over the edge with Carlisle's tongue buried deep in her soaking cunt.

"Oohhh." She revelled in the pleasure. In the feel of him still moving inside her, his tongue a relentless force that refused to yield, drawing more and more ecstasy from her body.

Esme clenched tightly at his shirt, her fingers twisting the cotton material as her eyes fell closed, and she just was.

When her legs quaked and her thighs tried to clamp shut, Carlisle spanked her.

"More." It was a demand.

And she gave it. Her thighs became slick as she dripped down them; Carlisle no longer able to catch everything her body gave so willingly.

Only when her stomach muscles quivered did he stop his sexual onslaught.

Her body was still trembling though, her eyes refusing to open as every cell in her body vibrated with unbridled need.

"Eyes on me, Esme."

With difficulty, she managed to pry her eyelids open, watching as Carlisle smiled at her.

"Colour."

She had to lick her lips before she could answer. "Green, Master."

"Good. Turn around. I want everyone to see what I do to you."

Shakily, but knowing that his hands were on her hips should she need the extra support, Esme turned to face the growing crowd they had amassed.

Looking at them, she took them in. Arousal was evident; faces were flushed, trousers were tented, and nipples were erect. Some had seen enough. One Dom had pushed his sub to the floor and was pounding her mouth with his cock. Another was furiously fingering herself as her sub licked her legs.

Esme loved it all. She loved being watched by them. She loved seeing how they took her in, their eyes scanning down her body, from her breasts to her glistening thighs.

And Carlisle knew she loved it. He knew exactly what she needed. And he was always more than happy to give it to her.

His hands on her hips tugged her, encouraging her to step back. Without hesitation, she did so.

Carlisle lowered her onto his lap, using his feet to spread her legs further apart, so his were on the inside of hers. His tongue traced the shell of her ear, his hot breath washing over her.

"Can you see the way they're looking at you?"

"Yes, Master."

"Look at how they desire you."

Esme had never seen herself as desirable. She wasn't stick thin, and she wasn't the prettiest woman in the world, but Carlisle made her feel bold and confident and sexy.

"Look at that Dom. Look at the way he's fisting his cock." Carlisle turned her head in the direction he was looking.

Short pants escaped Esme's mouth as she watched the large Dom do some severe damage to his dick. He pumped it furiously, a sweat breaking out over his forehead as he smeared pre-cum over the thick appendage. His eyes were fixed on her thighs.

"I bet he's imagining what's it like to be where I am; to have your taste on his fucking tongue."

"Ahh." His words were like molten lava.

"Do you think he's thought about fucking you? About how tight and wet you'll feel around him?"

The Dom's eyes were utterly unfocused now, his eyelids half-closed. The muscles in his neck were tight, and the veins in his forehead bulged.

Carlisle's warm palm grasped the inside of her thigh, and he spread her wide, cool air tickling the wetness of her pussy.

"Or do you think he's imagining fucking this pretty mouth of yours?" His free hand slithered up her body, around her throat and into her mouth, fingers stroking her lips and tongue.

Esme sucked on the digits.

Carlisle pulled her ear lobe into his mouth and then bit down on the flesh, the pain going straight to Esme's clit as she wriggled, wanting more.

"It's too bad," he whispered against her. "He'll never find out. I'm not sharing you with anyone." He finished his sentence by sliding a long digit inside her and then curling it up, sending Esme into another orgasm.

Her eyes closed, her jaw dropped, and she soared, clenching around him. Her pussy throbbed, and another surge of liquid escaped her, dribbling onto Carlisle.

The second she had finished coming, Carlisle took his fingers from her mouth and pushed her forward slightly, her entire body still coming down from the high she had just been flying on.

Seconds later, her arms were brought behind her back and she felt the light scratch of rope as her wrists were bound.

Carlisle secured them quickly. "Colour?"

"Green, Master." It came out after a few seconds. She couldn't think.

Carlisle settled her back against him, his own body sliding down the couch a little bit. His hands travelled up her body and came to cup her breasts.

Esme sighed and then cried out when he pulled the cups of the dress down to reveal her coral pink nipples.

He rolled the hardened nubs in between his fingers, pinching and pulling at them.

"Oh!" Esme cried out when he released one and then flicked it, hard.

"Does my sub like that?" Carlisle asked her, his breath against her neck this time. "Does she like a bit of pain with her pleasure?"

Even though Esme knew it was a rhetorical question, she was overcome with need, her brain no longer functioning properly. And she nodded desperately.

Leaning around her writhing shoulder, Carlisle took a nipple into his mouth and then bit down on the puckered flesh.

Esme thrashed above him before Carlisle slapped the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

"Don't try and get away from me, Esme."

"I wasn't… Master," she panted. "More. I want more."

She felt his smile against her and knew that was his plan all along. He loved to see her beg.

Behind her, Esme felt the rough drag of his zipper as Carlisle freed his large cock from the confines of his trousers, the wet head slapping against the top of her ass.

"Can you feel what you do to me?" he asked roughly.

Unable to speak, Esme nodded and then cried out when Carlisle dragged the head of his swollen cock over her folds.

"Can you feel how fucking rock hard I am for you?"

Another nod.

"I ache for you, Buttercup. I can't get through an entire day without my dick wanting to break through my trousers because of you."

Esme's back arched as the muscles in her stomach clenched. His words affected her. Her nipples were tight, and her pussy throbbed, begging for more.

Agonizingly slow, Carlisle pushed the bulbous head of his cock inside her.

"Ah!" It was heaven and hell all rolled into one delicious red-hot ball of want. He stretched her, filling her inch by inch as he slid into her warm, tight channel, filling her in all the right ways.

When the base of his cock surged against her, there was a moment when everything seemed to stand still.

Esme could feel him, hot and thick against her. His breathing was shallow, the hot breaths fanning across her neck, goosebumps trembling across her skin. One hand gripped her nipple, twisting and pulling the peak as the other slid down her body, his forefinger and middle finger sliding either side of her clit and around his own cock.

"You're so tight." Carlisle's voice was breathless. "They're all watching us, you know? Watching my dick stretch you."

She loved his filthy words. Craved them.

"I bet they can see how soaked you are. How wet I make you, Buttercup." She felt his grin against her ear before he spoke. "Shall we give them a show?"

"Yes-sssssss!" The word was distorted as Carlisle pulled out of her and then thrust back in, her pussy wrapping around him with a vice-like grip.

He thrust upwards into her, the head of his cock rubbing the inside of her walls, so close to that magical spot. His thrusts were relentless, pounding into her as she climbed higher and higher towards the peak of pure pleasure.

And then something happened. Her chest was tight and her whole body quivered. She felt… delirious. Her legs began to spasm and the muscles in her stomach tightened. Her cunt clenched tight around Carlisle's cock… tighter than it ever had. Her back arched high into the air, Carlisle's hand struggling to keep hold of her breast. Then, a flood of incomprehensible pleasure washed over her.

Carlisle swore into her ear. "Fucking hell, Buttercup! You're squirting."

Liquid ran down her folds, coating Carlisle's straining cock and descending down his balls.

Esme heard murmurs from the crowd; she heard moans of pleasure and whimpers of appreciation for the scene playing out in front of them. But she couldn't focus on anything but Carlisle; the way his strong arms anchored around her, holding her still so he could take more pleasure from her, the way his cock pistoned inside of her, hitting that little nub inside her that drove her insane with need, and the way his moans in her ear made her feel powerful.

"One more," he hissed. "One more, Esme."

Her body tremored. "I c-can't." She had never squirted before. Never experienced the sheer pleasure that permeated her body and it had left her weak. A good weak feeling. Her head spun, her pussy squelching with Carlisle's thrusts.

"Yes, you can, Buttercup." His fingers that had been nestled between her legs slid upwards and pressed into her clit. "You're so close." And he could tell. His cock was being squeezed within an inch of his life and throaty groans were cleaving her delectable little mouth. "Give it to me," he encouraged.

Several thrusts later, his tongue slid into her ear. "Come with me, Esme. Come all over my cock."

And like the good little sub that she was, she did. Her body spasmed and jerked and writhed as another orgasm was ripped from her. Pleasure blinded her, rendered her speechless and useless as she shuddered from the intensity of it all.

"God, I love your pussy," Carlisle grunted into her ear, his hot cum shooting inside of her like a jet.

As Esme lay there, feeling so wholly boneless and fulfilled, she couldn't help the smile that pulled at the corner of her lips.

Carlisle kissed the shell of her ear when his breathing had calmed slightly. "Good girl, Buttercup. Good girl."