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The man stood back and began warming her back, and like a gracious host, he turned her so the audience could see her ass and the hour-glass shape so beautifully outlined in that killer suit.
He cupped her ass, first one cheek and then the other, and gave them both a good bounce to show off his bounty. The bastard was taunting him, Dean thought with the same sour feeling he remembered from grade school when other kids got ice cream and he didn’t. Then he slapped Kimberly’s ass good and proper and made her gasp. The Dom smacked her again, and the audience groaned. He hit her again, three more times, a little harder with each go, then rubbed and cooed at what a good girl she’d been while she pressed back into him and purred.
He started in on her back next. Rubbing and squeezing, the guy’s beefy fingers pressed harder and deeper into her lush, leather-encased flesh. Kimberly started to moan. The Dom cupped his hands and started cuffing her next. Hard, strong smacks that pounded over every part of her back. They rocked her on those pencil-thin heels of hers and made Dean’s palms itch. Those type of hits didn’t hurt; they were a thud, not a whack, and they only warmed the body, much like a good deep tissue massage would.
Finally, the Dom turned to his table and his array of toys.
He picked up a heavy suede flogger from his rack. The thing had to have half-inch-wide falls on it—and a lot of them. The Dom backed up and took a few swings to limber up. Then a few flashy ones to show off. Dean barely managed to keep the sneer off his face, because while the dumbass was showing off, Kimberly wascoolingoff.
Finally, he turned to the bound beauty in front of him and brought the flogger down. Just kinda flopped it onto her shoulders and dragged the thing down, down, down until he pulled away with a flourish. He repeated the move, applying more force with each pass. Dean felt his own breathing increase in speed as he watched Kimberly’s pick up. The flogger was flying into her now, those thick tails slapping against her from shoulder to the backs of those dimpled knees.
Abruptly, he dropped the flogger to the floor like a pretentious artist and picked up two lighter, whippier ones. His wrists circled like he though he was playing with nunchucks, and again, while Dean could appreciate the show, Kimberly was primed and trembling.
Sssmack! Sssnick!
The floggers had thinner tails, more bite and snap to them. Still not enough to sting through that leather like they would’ve on bare skin, but she felt those.Oh, Dean thought as his already aching cock swelled even more, when she arched onto her toes and moaned,she fucking feels those.
He moved fast with this round, the falls on those floggers falling like biting rain over her back and ass. She was moaning constantly, her blonde head loose on its mooring as each rapid strike sent it wobbling. Her luscious legs trembled, her sides flexed with her panting breaths, and her hips, those mouth-watering hips, were pulsing and churning like she was ready to come any second.
With a clatter, the floggers were tossed aside, and this time instead of reaching for a toy, the Dom reached for Kimberly. With one meaty fist, he grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her head back. He used his other to roughly turn her to face the audience again. She stumbled, teetered, her breasts heaving, her red-painted mouth open, and her eyes glazed. She was deep, long-gone, Dean thought, equal parts incredibly aroused and insanely jealous. And, fuck, reminding himself he had no right to feel either.
He was squeezing her breasts again, pushing up the mounds and smooshing them together, then massaging the precious flesh like he was kneading bread. Dean was about to tell the gorilla to ease off, when Kimberly murmured something, and dammit if the bastard didn’t give them one last much gentler jiggle, then turned back to his toys. Dean smiled almost proudly at Kimberly; he felt downright smug that he’d known what she needed. He knew, and he hadn’t even touched her. Before he could school his features or look somewhere else, Kimberly’s green eyes opened and focused directly on him.
The rest of the room ceased to exist in that moment. He sat with one ankle on his other knee, fists clenched on the arms of his chair. She stood suspended before him in fetish-wear, lost in subspace in the middle of a scene.
“Dean,” she said, whispered it, and those plump lips barely moved. But he heard it as if she whispered it against his dick, and Dean felt his focus zero in on her like a lion on a gazelle.
Thwack!Her body jolted, and she gasped, then moaned. She was getting her ass paddled now, but she was still staring into Dean’s eyes.Thwack!Her head went back, and her body arched, those long, elegant fingers gripping tight to the ring as she brought herself slowly back. Back to staring at Dean.
Kimberly suddenly shot to her toes with wide eyes and a shrieking gasp. Dean looked down at the same time she did. Her Dom had a vibrator on a stick, and he’d slid it between her legs from behind.
Kimberly looked back at Dean, and he saw how close she was, saw the raw need on her face, and he felt raw with hunger.Smack!Another swing from the paddle, another dick-throbbing moan from Kimberly, and then the Dom upped the speed on the vibrator.
Dean could hear the frantic buzzing from where he sat watching. He saw her legs quivering and her chest heaving. God, she was close; she wassofucking close. Dean gripped the arms of his chair in vise-like claws. It was that or charge the stage.
“May I?”
Oh fuck. It was a whisper. And it wasn’t for her Dom. Dean gave one half turn of his chin, barely perceptible, indicating no.
Kimberly whimpered, bit her lip, and nodded.
Dean almost came right then and there.
Another hit, her lush body trembling, her moans continuous now, and the Dom was relentless with the vibe. Kimberly’s eyes were pleading pools of pure thirst now, green oceans of primal need. “Please,” she begged, licking her lips.
Dean nodded. One bare drop of his chin and Kimberly’s beautiful body began to crumple.
She didn’t let her head fall back; Dean refused to allow her to break eye contact. Her mouth dropped open, and she moaned, low and throaty as the orgasm hit her. She rocked and swayed as her body convulsed against the bonds and the body now supporting her. Kimberly came like a goddess, glorious in her abandon, as wave after wave rolled through her and made her beauty translucent.
After an eternity, she was gently let down and led away. Dean would’ve cut off his arm to be able to administer her aftercare. However, he stayed where he was and consoled himself with one thing. That asshole may have done the flogging, but the scene hadn’t been for his benefit.
Kimberly had done that for Dean. Even now, as another Dom gently walked her away, she still hadn’t taken her eyes off of him.
CHAPTERFIVE
Dean laynaked in his bed, exposed and glistening in the pale moonlight. The ridges of muscles in his abdomen were clenched up hard with strain. He had one knee bent, while he sprawled the other leg lazily to the side. One hand gripped the back of his arched neck. The other gripped his cock.
His shoulders flexed, and his pecs bulged as his hand pumped faster while images of Kimberly flashed through his mind like a high-class burlesque. He imagined peeling that suit from her body, and precum seeped from the tip of his cock in delicious warning. Dean thumbed the added moisture as he squeezed harder, faster. He saw himself burying his face in those luscious breasts and groaned, so close he felt the coming storm in his teeth. He stroked faster; the sound of his lubed-up fist jerking his cock added to the fantasy and turned him on even more.
