Chastity Belt Page 2

  Jonathan took both of her hands in his larger ones and held them. Looking at her face thoughtfully, he winked as he kissed her hand as if she were royalty or something—and then he stood and cuffed her wrists behind her back.

  “Are you comfortable?” he asked.

  Georgia thought about it, feeling her position, spread and tied to the chair. “Yes,” she said. “Thank you.”

  He held a sash in front of her and looked at her again as if he were trying to read her thoughts. “I’m going to blindfold you. Then I’m going to lick your pussy for a few minutes before I let the other gentlemen have their turn. But I’ll be back at the end to free you from your bonds.”

  She nodded. This was crazy. Thank goodness for the blindfold, because if she had to watch all of those men staring at her as she got her pussy eaten she’d freak out. No, no she wouldn’t. Who was she kidding, anyway? She was wet already just at the thought of it. Jonathan tied the blindfold around her head tightly.

  The world went dark and her other senses sharpened. She could hear a tearing sound. What was that? Oh right. The plastic wrap. She felt Jonathan’s large warm hands as he took two fingers and slowly spread her labia until her clit was fully exposed, and only then did he put the thin piece of clear plastic over her pussy. Man, that felt weird.

  She felt him slowly lick up the center of her nether lips, causing tingles all the way to her toes. She inhaled sharply as he made circles with his tongue.

  His warm breath tickled her pussy as he spoke, his voice quiet enough that she could tell his words were meant for her ears only.

  “Sweet Georgia,” he whispered, and her name on his lips made her flush with heat. “I have a question for you.”

  She nodded silently, not sure if he was even looking at her face since she couldn’t see anything.

  He took a moment to reply, pausing to lick her clit with lazy circles. “How do you feel about…chastity belts?”

  How did he know? she wondered. How could this man—this stranger—possibly know? Being locked in a chastity belt was one of her go-to fantasies. She laughed uncomfortably.

  “I’m guessing Casey told you about the story I found online,” she murmured, embarrassed.

  “Tell me the story,” he said, and sucked her clit into his mouth, plastic wrap intact. She gasped, but just the thought of the story was getting her even more turned-on than Jonathan’s perfect technique.

  “There was a girl,” she started, sure she was blushing, “and her master made her wear a chastity belt for an entire week. He wouldn’t let her come—he just teased her until she thought she’d die.” She felt on the brink of orgasm just from the memory of reading that story on a fetish site.

  “What would you do,” he asked slowly, “if I put a chastity belt on you, and wouldn’t take it off for a week?”

  She moaned. This couldn’t really be happening. How on earth did Jonathan know her most secret fantasy—how did he know that just talking to her about the idea made her ready to come?

  “If you put a chastity belt on me,” she breathed, “I’d be yours, all locked up, just for you—until you set me free.”

  She was right there on the edge of climaxing, her pussy clamping, wishing she had Jonathan’s cock inside her—this stranger who seemed to know her most inner self. He knew exactly what he was doing.

  Don’t stop, don’t stop, she thought, but then his tongue was gone and she felt the plastic being pulled away from her pussy.

  She heard Jonathan’s voice as he stepped aside and another man came forward. “She’s delightful,” he said. “Enjoy.”

  Jonathan went back to his table and picked up his scotch on the rocks; the ice was melting and watering down the liquor. He let the scotch slide down his throat and smiled. Sweet Georgia was very sweet indeed. He watched her as she sat, bound to the chair by the cuffs he had put on her, her head tilted back and her pretty mouth slightly open as if in ecstasy while yet another man buried his face between her legs.

  She moaned loudly and her legs shook and Jonathan could feel his erection threatening to burst out of his slacks. He’d been a member of GC for three years now. He’d always enjoyed the entertainment. But this girl—this girl evoked a visceral response in him unlike anything he’d ever felt before. He had to have her.

  He hadn’t expected Georgia to respond to his inquiry about the chastity belt with such ferocious passion. The image of Georgia’s tender pussy locked up from anyone but him made him shift in his seat, his hard cock becoming almost painful.

  He imagined dragging her, still bound to the chair, behind the curtain. He would take that blindfold off her so that she could see exactly who he was, but he’d use the sash to gag her gorgeous mouth so she couldn’t make a sound. Then he’d drop his pants and fuck her right there as she stared into his eyes like she had onstage when he told her to strip off her bra and panties.

  Not that he would actually want to rape her. It wouldn’t be the gentlemanly thing to do…unless she gave him permission ahead of time. He needed her to want him as much as he wanted her. Would she be the type of girl who’d let him take her like that? She could be. She was here, after all.

  He had to see her again. There was no way he was going to let her walk away after this night was over if there was a possibility she’d never come back. He had to figure out a way to ensure she’d return…

  Another man was licking her cunt and, judging by the frantic tossing of her head as she grunted and moaned, she was starting to get a little overstimulated from all those tongues. Good. That was how he liked it. He laughed and took another sip of his scotch as he settled back in his seat to watch the show. She still had another forty minutes of forced orgasms before he’d uncuff her.

  Chapter Two

  Georgia cried out as she had her seventh orgasm of the evening. These men were merciless, torturing her swollen clit with their tongues, each man coming to her with new energy and vigor as he licked her pussy with his own signature style. One man spent his turn gently nibbling her little nub with his teeth, causing her to strain in her bonds and try to escape even as she came all over herself.

  With the blindfold on, she had no idea how long she’d been there or how much longer she would be enduring the talented tongues of the Gentlemen’s Club clientele. Then she heard a familiar voice. Jonathan. Her pulse inexplicably raced at the sound of his voice as he leaned into her ear. She could feel the warmth of his skin, feel the whisper of his hot breath on her ear and smell just the slightest whiff of expensive cologne.

  “Have you had enough, Georgia?”

  Georgia didn’t know what to say. She instinctively tried to close her legs, forgetting again that they were bound far apart.

  She felt his hand drop between her thighs and she moaned as he dipped his finger deep inside her pussy—and there was definitely no plastic wrap there. His finger felt so good and so wrong at the same time. She shouldn’t be letting him do this. How could she want Jonathan so much when she had just been thoroughly sated by a dozen other men?

  Of course. It was all that talk about the chastity belt. Casey had to have been behind that—she must have tutored Jonathan on exactly what to say to have Georgia begging for more. That had to be it. Right?

  She heard the other men in the audience start cheering and clapping. What on earth were they going on about now? Then she felt it.

  Something smooth and cold as ice was being slid under her buttocks. It felt like a thin piece of metal nestled against her ass crack. The same metal, but wider it seemed, pressed against her pussy and then she felt Jonathan’s hands firmly gripping her waist. She heard a click.

  The applause grew louder. What on earth? She fought the urge to say “umbrella” and get the hell out of there. She wouldn’t, not now.

  The blindfold came off. Georgia squinted at the bright spotlight until her eyes readjusted. Jonathan smiled and knelt before her, dropping a tender kiss to her inner thigh in a quick, almost secretive motion before he uncuffed first one ankle and t
hen the other. She looked down—what had he placed on her?

  She gasped. It couldn’t be. Georgia didn’t say a word until Jonathan uncuffed her wrists. The she immediately grabbed at what looked like a stainless steel thong between her legs. It was literally locked into place.

  No way. She had to be dreaming. Fantasizing still. Because if this was actually happening, then she was in way over her head.

  “Get this off of me!” she said, struggling to keep her voice calm.

  Jonathan grinned. “Of course, it’s just part of the show,” he whispered. “The men just like to see it, that’s all. Now pick up your money and blow a kiss to your fans.”

  Her money? Oh that’s right! She looked on the ground below the chair and saw it was covered in ten- and twenty-dollar bills. She grinned and picked them up quickly, trying to look as sexy and graceful as possible while crawling around under the chair on her knees. She couldn’t count it just yet, she’d have to wait until later. After Jonathan unlocked the chastity belt.

  Georgia picked her rumpled clothing off the floor before she stood and did as Jonathan said, smiling and blowing kisses to the audience. She walked off the stage, naked except for the metal device locked around her groin, and sauntered into the back office. The cash sure felt nice crumpled in her hand.

  She looked over her shoulder. Good. Jonathan was following her with the key. She knocked on the office door and when she didn’t hear an answer she stepped inside. Jonathan stepped into the office and closed the door quietly behind him.

  “You did great,” he said.

  My goodness, he’s a handsome devil. Georgia smiled and turned to put her bra on.

  “I’ve seen you naked,” he said, amusement creeping into his deep voice. “Why would you turn around so I can’t see your breasts as you dress?”

  Georgia laughed and turned around again. “I don’t know. Can you unlock me so I can put my panties and skirt back on?”

  “You can put your skirt back on over the chastity belt.”

  The thought stopped her cold. Her fantasy was just that, a fantasy. She could never act it out in real life, even if the thought turned her on. It just wasn’t rational. “Um, no thanks. I’m leaving now, so…unlock me.”

  Jonathan fingered the key in his hand before slipping it into his pocket. “No.”

  What does he mean, no? Her pussy clenched in excitement at his refusal, but she shook her head. It had been fun to talk about, but this wasn’t actually going to happen. She was done. She was taking her money and going home. Georgia quickly counted through the cash in her hand. Whoa. Two hundred dollars. That plus the one hundred from Vincent and Mary Ann and she had just made three hundred dollars in an hour.

  She looked up at Jonathan and sighed. “Umbrella, then. I’m ready to call it a night.”

  “And I said no. I will not unlock your chastity belt.” Jonathan’s handsome face was serious and thoughtful.

  “Didn’t you hear me? I said the safeword. I said ‘umbrella’, that means I’m serious and you have to unlock me.”

  Jonathan took a step toward her and she had to tilt her chin up to gaze into his deep brown eyes. “I’m not playing a game anymore, Georgia. You’re mine now. The chastity belt stays—for a full week, just like you told me.” His lips came down on hers then, pressing against her mouth until she felt herself melting into his kiss, opening her mouth to receive his tongue despite her best intentions not to encourage him.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Unlock me.” But even as the words came out of her mouth, she knew that if he did unlock her, she’d be disappointed. This man—this stranger—was making her fantasy come true.

  “I will. Tomorrow. I’ll meet you here at the club.”

  Tomorrow? She couldn’t have this thing on her all night and day. Certainly not for a week, like he’d suggested earlier. Was he going to make her wear it again and again, until the week was up? She gasped, amazed that even after having been so thoroughly satiated by the gentlemen at the club, she was still turned-on.

  “What if I have to pee?” she asked lamely.

  “There’s little holes, see?” he said. “You just won’t be able to have sex or masturbate, that’s all.”

  “It’s uncomfortable,” she said. It actually wasn’t uncomfortable at all, somehow.

  “Too bad.”

  “I’ll go to the police,” she lied. Her ex-boyfriend was on the job, so there was no way she could go down to the precinct and tell them what had happened.

  “Go then. Tell them all about it,” Jonathan said with a grin.

  Damn him. How could he be so sure she wasn’t really going to go to the cops? He didn’t know about her ex. But he did know that she didn’t really want him to unlock her—because he had tricked her into giving her implicit permission.

  Georgia let out a growl of frustration as she pulled her miniskirt up over the chastity belt.

  “I’ll see you here tomorrow night,” Jonathan said.

  Georgia stormed past him and walked out the office door, nearly running into Vincent on her way out. “Vincent,” she said. “Your client put a chastity belt on me.”

  To her surprise, Vincent just laughed. “He really did it, huh?”

  “What? Make him take it off.”

  Vincent handed her five twenty-dollar bills. “Don’t worry about him, he’s a good guy. You put on quite the show, Sweet Georgia. Come back anytime.”

  “Did you not hear me?” she asked, not even caring at this point if he thought she was rude. “Jonathan Syler has put a chastity belt on me and locked it and he won’t unlock it.”

  Vincent’s brow furrowed. “I’ll make him take it off you if that’s what you really want.”

  Georgia paused. “No,” she whispered, her cheeks getting hot. “That’s okay. I can handle him.”

  Vincent laughed again and shook his head. “He always warned me he was going to do that—once he found the right girl.”

  Georgia’s mouth dropped open in shock.

  “I thought he was kidding,” Vincent continued, “since he’s been a client of GC for three years and has yet to find any woman he considered worthy enough to wear his chastity belt.”

  “Are you fucking serious?” Georgia scowled. Jonathan chose that moment to step out of the office and waved as he passed by her on his way to the lounge.

  “See you tomorrow, Georgia,” he said, and he winked, patting the pocket he’d slipped the key into.

  This was ridiculous. He was actually going to do this—to make her go home wearing the chastity belt. In all of her fantasies, she had never really thought about the fact that being locked up meant just that—and she had no control over it. Moisture pooled between her legs and she bit back a smile. Even though she was miffed, she was way too tired to fight.

  Fuck it. Georgia sighed. “Tomorrow then.”

  * * * * *

  Georgia woke up the following morning and looked over at the digital clock on her bedside table. Okay, afternoon. There was a moment of blissful amnesia where she forgot all about the night before, but it didn’t last long. She looked down at her waist. It was still there.

  How on earth had she gotten herself into this situation? She really couldn’t go to the police. What was she supposed to do, walk right up to her ex and tell him that a tall, dark and handsome stranger had randomly decided that she was the woman who should wear his chastity belt? How could she tell him, or any of her ex-boyfriend’s cop cronies, exactly what she’d been doing when said stranger had locked up her pussy? Could she admit to them that before he put the chastity belt on her she had told him she thought the whole idea was totally hot?

  She started laughing. Laugh or cry, she mused. And this was fucking hysterical. She stared closely at the lock that closed the metal band around her hips. Okay. She had seen people pick locks like this before, on TV at least. She got up and walked naked, except for the chastity belt, to her dresser top. A moment later she stood leaning against the dresser with a bobby pin in her hand, att
empting to pick the lock.

  Who was she kidding? She was no lock-picking burglar type. And now she had a more pressing problem. She had to pee.

  Georgia quickly rubbed body lotion over her thighs and hips and tried halfheartedly to push the belt down her legs. That didn’t work, but she hadn’t expected it to anyway.

  There were little holes all through the bottom of the belt that ran over her nether lips. She supposed that was a good thing, it would let her pee and also let air in. But how was she supposed to wipe? Georgia could scream in frustration. She never thought about the whole bathroom situation when she’d fantasized about chastity belts before. Fuck it. She went into the bathroom and sat over the toilet, watching in amusement as she peed through the damned chastity belt. Disgusting. How was this supposed to be a turn-on?

  When she went back to GC tonight she was going to wait until Jonathan had unlocked her and then she was going to smack him silly. Why would a man that gorgeous need to get a woman to see him again in such a forcible manner? Because he was crazy as…as a man who would put a chastity belt on a woman.

  They must be a good match, because she was crazy enough to let him. She sighed. Unbelievable.

  Her cell phone rang and she picked it up and hit “answer” even though she didn’t recognize the number.

  “Good morning, Georgia.” It was Jonathan—she’d recognize that deep baritone anywhere, especially after he had spoken to her while she was blindfolded.

  “Good morning to you, you sick son of a bitch,” she said pleasantly.

  “I hope your evening wasn’t ruined by the chastity belt,” he said.

  “I had to pee with it on,” she said tonelessly.

  “That’s fine, don’t worry about it. I’m mainly concerned that you understand why you’re wearing it.”

  Georgia sat back on her bed and sighed. Probably because she had told him that if he put one on her she’d like it. But there was no way she was going to admit that. “Because you’re a nutcase?”

  Jonathan laughed and for some reason, she smiled. “Perhaps,” he said. “I wanted to make sure I’d get to see you again. And in the meantime, I want to make sure that you don’t have sex with anyone else and that you don’t masturbate.”