For Jenn (jinnu357), my gorgeous smut muse. Happy birthday babe! If you haven't read her stuff yet, you have to do it!
Sweet Revenge
Part 3
Ranger and I were sitting in his SUV, five long hours into the stakeout. The house we were monitoring was dead quiet and dark. Nothing was happening and I was getting seriously bored. And being bored was a dangerous thing, because that's when I got to thinking. And thinking was definitely bad.
If I started thinking, my thoughts would inevitably go to my lace panties next to Ranger's coffee cup in a fancy restaurant. If I started thinking I would think about being tied up and whipped by him. I would think about that half promise, half threat he made in the alley. A memory of the look in Ranger's eyes when he asked me to take my panties off in the restaurant flashed behind my eyes and I shivered.
Ranger glanced at me from the driver's seat. "You cold, Babe?"
"Nope." In fact I was very warm. Warm in places that had no business being warm in the first place.
The things Ranger had done to me in the past week had been insanely hot. More so than I could have ever imagined. And a little part of me kept wondering about what he had said in the alley.
"Be careful what you wish for."
Well I had wished for a threesome. Ranger, me and another guy. If it would have been anyone else, I wouldn't have given that whisper a second thought. But with Ranger, I just never knew.
I squirmed again in the seat, trying to rub my thighs together to relieve the ache that was building up between my legs. I needed this stake out to end so I could go home and take a shower. And spend some quality time with my shower massager.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Ranger asked again, looking me over, making my nipples tighten under his gaze.
"Uh huh." I swallowed. "Fine."
Ranger turned in his seat, facing me, looking worried. He leaned closer and felt my forehead, placing his other hand high up on my thigh. I gasped and unwittingly moved against him, trying to brush up against his fingers which were lying precariously close to my center.
Ranger froze at my gasp. His eyes met mine and in an instant he knew what I was thinking. His eyes turned a dangerous black and a slow smile spread across his lips. Slowly and deliberately, he moved his hand in between my legs and rubbed me through my jeans. The rush I felt was just short of an orgasm and I couldn't contain the moan that escaped my lips.
"Do you have plans for tonight?"
I was concentrating on the wonderful feelings his hand was creating and it took a few seconds before the questions registered in my brain.
"Huh?"
Ranger smiled and kept rubbing me through my jeans.
"I'm taking you out tonight. It's drinks and a show. Wear a skirt."
I nodded and let my head fall back against the head rest, enjoying the sensations he was creating. And then he stopped.
"Hey!" I cried out in protest. "You can't start something like that and not finish." I said, desperately needing release.
Ranger grinned. "Watch me."
He started the car and pulled out.
"Besides, I have to get you home so you can get ready for our date."
Three hours later, I was in my apartment, dressed in a short black skirt, blouse, and the sexiest underwear I owned – just in case he was going to make me take it off. I shivered at the thought and then mentally told myself to get a grip. We were just going for a drink.
The locks tumbled on my door and it slid open, revealing a very yummy Ranger. He was dressed in all black, the top button of his dress shirt unbuttoned. His hair was pulled back in a low pony tail and it was all I could do not to jump him right there. I hadn't had time for any quality time with the shower massager, and I could still feel the effects of his little stunt in the car.
He stepped up to me and pulled me in for a hungry kiss.
"You look amazing Babe. Shall we go?"
We made mindless small talk during the car ride and 30 minutes later I found myself at a club I had never seen before. It looked innocent and low key on the outside, but as soon as we stepped inside, I knew this wasn't an ordinary club. The décor was all black, and at the far wall there was a big stage. On the stage was some sort of big frame, lit by a spotlight. There were several tables in front of the stage and a dance floor to the side.
The bar was at the other wall and that's where Ranger took me. Everywhere people dressed in black were dancing or making out. There was a certain excitement in the air, decidedly sexual in nature. People were glancing to the stage as if waiting for the show to start and I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach.
Ranger got me a drink and a beer for himself and then led me to a table to the side of the stage. I took a sip from my drink while eyeing the piece of equipment that looked like a medieval torture instrument.
"It's tonight's entertainment." Ranger said, smiling.
"What are they going to do?" I asked, my voice too low.
"You'll see." he smiled.
He leaned forward and brushed a kiss across my lips. "I'll be back soon." he said and got up. He was gone in the crowd before I could ask him where he was going.
I sat alone at the table, sipping my drink, waiting for Ranger to come back when the lights suddenly went out and the frame on the stage was lit up.
The large frame was made of sturdy wood, painted black. Heavy chains hung in the corners, gleaming silver under the spotlight. My eyes grew wide and the jolt of arousal that flared through my body took me by surprise. Someone was going to be chained to the frame tonight; that much I knew. This was drinks and a show. And I couldn't wait to see the show. Ranger had awakened something in me that I didn't know I had. It was a curiosity about the things he'd shown me, done to me. Just thinking about it caused arousal to stir low in my belly.
A dark figure stepped out on the stage, staying in the shadows. It was a man. He was wearing nothing but black pants, his chest bare. He circled the frame outside the light beam, his dark hair tied back in a low pony tail. I knew that man anywhere.
It was Ranger.
The crowd grew crazy, cheering, clapping and whistling before Ranger finally lifted his hand, asking for silence. The crowd fell immediately quiet; sexual tension and expectation heavy in the air.
Ranger turned to look at me, lowered his head and looked me straight in the eyes. My breath caught and I had a horrible feeling that I knew what was going to happen next. He extended one hand towards me and made the come hither motion.
"I choose you." he said, his voice low and sexy, yet I knew everyone in the place had heard him.
I shook my head, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights. This was not happening. I was terrified and nervous and under it all, frighteningly excited.
"Come to me." Ranger's tone demanded I do as he said.
I slowly stood up and heard a murmur from the crowd. On shaky feet I made my way to the stage. He met me at the edge and helped me up on it. Slowly, he led me to the middle of the stage, leaving me to stand 6 feet in front of the frame that looked even more menacing up close. He turned me to face the crowd and I swallowed hard, wondering what the hell I'd gotten myself into.
Ranger circled me on the stage, a light beam following him, leaving the audience in darkness. My heart was beating fast and hard and I was sure the people at the tables closest to us could hear it. The club was eerily quiet, Ranger's soft steps the only thing I could heard. It was as if everyone was holding their breath, eagerly waiting for the real show to start.
I jumped when I felt Ranger's hand on my shoulder, brushing my hair to the side. His lips were cool and soft on my neck, and I let my eyes flutter shut, trying to ignore the people watching us intently. His lips moved up to my ear, brushing the shell, before sucking at the earlobe.
"Trust me." The whisper sent shivers down my spine and I knew he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me.
I nodded slowly and he grabbed my hand, leading me to the frame. When the second heavy cuff clicked shut around my wrist, my pelvic muscles clenched – hard. Arousal, hot and heady rushed through my body and Ranger chained my ankles far apart, making my skirt ride up high on my thighs, giving everyone a glimpse of the garters I was wearing underneath it.
My breathing was labored when he stepped back, admiring his handy work. I was chained to the frame facing he crowd. Anonymous faces watching me tug at the chains, checking to see if I was truly caught.
The chains held fast and Ranger started circling me again. But this time it was different. He ran his hand over my body as kept circling me, caressing my belly, hips, ass, breasts. A quick pinch to one nipple through the bra, a squeeze of my ass as he walked by. He even ran his hands over my thighs, making sure to lift my skirt further, exposing my garters and thighs to the crowd and making me ache to have him touch me just a few inches higher up. I was getting hot and wet, desire and need growing deep inside of me.
His hand came up from my thigh, over my side, brushing my breast. Running his hand in under my hair, he threaded his fingers into my curls and suddenly grabbed a handful, forcing my head back roughly, making me arch my back, thrusting my breasts out towards the crowd. I let out a surprised gasp and heard several people draw a sharp breath.
Keeping his grip on my hair, Ranger grabbed my breast with his other hand, kneading it through my shirt, pinching the nipple. I was breathing hard, desperately trying to close my legs and rub my thighs together to relieve some of the need. I couldn't care less about the crowd, Ranger was turning me on more than I could ever have imagined and all I wanted was for him to fuck me.
I whimpered, the small sound carrying across the club, as he let go of my hair and stepped back. He moved away and to the back of me, making it impossible for me to see what he was doing. Another soft murmur went through the crowd and I knew he was coming back.
He walked around to the front of me, and I heard myself gasp. He was holding in his hand something that I assumed was some sort of whip. The handle was leather and from it hung several thin soft strands.
He lifted his arm and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the blow. But instead of the pain I was expecting, I felt him grab my shirt, ripping it open, buttons flying everywhere. I cried out in surprise, suddenly very aware of the fact that the audience now had a clear view of my bra and bare stomach.
Ranger moved to the side and before I could brace for it started using the whip-like thing on me, hitting me softly. The blows came in a fast, steady rhythm, the sound loud in the quiet club. I could feel the crowd's excitement in the air, they were shifting in their seats, and their eyes fixed on me.
The blows didn't hurt at first. It was more of a soft erotic caress as the strands hit my stomach, thighs and breasts. Slowly but surely he increased the pace and the strength, the blows turning from a soft caress to something more vicious and sexy. The strands turned form soft and friendly to stinging reminders of Ranger's strength. I was growing more excited by the second, the sting from the strands only egging me on. My head fell back, offering my breasts and body him. He increased the strength of the blows until my skin was hot and red, every hit of the strands making me feel on fire with need.
He suddenly stopped and all I could hear was my own labored breathing and the blood rushing in my ears. My entire body was aching with desire as he stepped in for a searing kiss, fucking my mouth with his tongue, taking what he wanted.
I let my head fall to the side as he kissed and sucked and nibbled his way across my jaw line, down my neck and shoulder. His hands were on my body, touching, driving me crazy. And suddenly I felt his hand move lower, brushing the damp fabric of my panties.
He pushed the fabric to the side and before I could realize what he was doing, he shoved two fingers inside of me, making me cry out. Somewhere in the back of my mind I noticed the crowd drew a collective breath when they realized what Ranger was doing, but I was too far gone to care. His fingers inside of me felt like heaven – long and thick and so incredibly talented. He hit my g-spot hard, over and over again.
I was pulling on the chains, writhing in my bonds while Ranger fucked me senseless with his fingers. The orgasm was approaching fast, overwhelming my senses with the raw pleasure. I went over the edge, screaming, my hoarse cries echoing in the club. My body was on fire, white hot pleasure shooting through me straight to my center. But Ranger didn't stop. He kept going through my orgasm, drawing out the climax until I couldn't tell where I ended and the pleasure began. I surrendered to him completely, riding out the orgasm as he ripped it from my body. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he stopped and I slumped in my bonds, my body still shaking with the intense experience.
Ranger hugged me to him as the crowd started to cheer and clap, showing their appreciation. I clung to him as he released me from the frame. I felt my face grew red with embarrassment as I looked out at the crowd. There were couples kissing and groping each other everywhere, having clearly enjoyed the show.
Ranger drew me in for another kiss, his tongue playing with mine, tasting me and making me forget all about being embarrassed. He drew back and gazed down at me, black eyes filled with need.
"Thanks for playing along, Babe." he said, smiling. "Now let's get home. I have another surprise waiting for you."
I wasn't sure if I could take any more surprises, but the grin on his face let me know this was a surprise I was going to thoroughly enjoy.
