“Good,” she purrs. “Because I have a lot more for you tonight, sweet one.”
I’m glowing, that she used my pet name in front of everyone. I can feel their gazes on us, see their wide eyes in the hazy golden light. There’s a soft moan as someone comes, sinking deeper into one of the couches.
I hear a low clicking sound, and turn to see Crimson opening a dark chest beside the bed. I hadn’t noticed it before. It’s too low to see everything inside, but I instantly flush when she pulls out a slim leather flogger with a wide, flat end.
She stands over me, brandishing the flogger in a firm hand, an expression of devious delight on her face. Despite my trembling, I push my ass further up in the air toward her.
“Ten strokes,” she declares. I feel the cool leather as she caresses my thighs with its flat end, moving up toward my ass. “Count them.”
“Yes, si-”
But my words are cut off by the first swing. It stings against my already-sensitive backside, but it’s not too bad.
“One,” I say, swallowing thickly, aware of all of the eyes on me, of how my submission is on display.
It comes down again, a little firmer this time.
“Two,” I whisper.
Again, the crisp sound rings out through the room.
“Three…ah,four…”
Each stroke is heavier, sharper, quicker. I find myself sinking into a new state of consciousness, thoughts leaving my head, worries disappearing into the hazy, thick atmosphere…
“Five,” I moan, fisting the red velvet bedspread. My arms and legs are shaking, but I can’t waver.
“Only half way through,” she croons. My thighs are slick with fluid. Adrenaline surges through my veins, and unbearable anticipation heats my core. It’s difficult to know if my trembling is due to the impact of the leather against my ass, or the force of her calm, dominant presence.
She has to know that I’m her’s. She has to know that I belong completely to her, would take anything for her…
“Thank you, my king,” I answer. “Please, I can take…more…”
“Good girl,” she hisses. “I love to watch you take it. Show everyone how you submit to me.”
She cracks the flogger down again, the sweet sting electrifying me.
“Six!” I shriek. Another. “Seven!”
Although it takes everything I have, I push my ass and thighs up higher, surrendering my face and chest onto the bed.
“Eight,” I moan, my pussy throbbing with need. Is it possible to come while being flogged? To come from the penetrating heat of her…“Nine!”
“Scream for me,” she commands.
The flogger lands one final time, hard and fast. Pain shoots through me, bringing stars to my eyes.
“Ten!” I shout, feeling myself coming undone.
But she’s not finished. Not even close.
She steps closer, and puts the leather end of the flogger to my slick, glistening lips. I gasp at the cool touch against my sensitive, electrified pussy. She caresses me with it, moving it through the valleys of my lips, teasing my aching clit…
I moan. I feel so empty, so needy…
Then I hear the whisper of a familiar voice in the audience. I look out, and see Sabina, sitting on a nearby couch, her intense stare trainedon me. There’s a sly smile across her face and a hungry expression in her eyes. I can see the pebbled, firm nipples under her tight catsuit. The idea that watching me is turning her on doubles my pleasure, and brings the blood to my cheeks.
She tilts her head slightly when she notices me looking. Her lips curl upward, knowingly.
