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His erection was tucked uncomfortably down one leg of his pants. Kate rested a hand on his thigh, right under the distinct outline of his cock against the snug leather. She stared at it, then bit her lip and looked back up at him.
Fuuuuuuck. She was hotter in real life than she was in his spank bank. If she made one wrong move, his dick was going to go off and fill his boot.
It looked as though no one was paying attention to them. Some people were dancing, some were watching the Dom flog the sub on the saltire, a few were watching a girl getting spanked by a Dom who looked displeased. They had privacy in the small crowd since they weren’t doing anything with visual interest.
Ba
“But . . .” She groped for words. “I’m not very sexy compared to some of these girls.” Kate glanced at the girls dancing with Konstantin.
Before she could say another word, Ba
He sat down and sighed, then hauled the hesitant woman facedown over his lap. Although she squeaked, she didn’t fight. In this position, the edge of her dress barely covered her ass.
Slowly, he lifted her hem revealing lace boy-leg panties that showed a lot of cheek.
“Everyone is looking at you, Kate. You might not like your body, but there are several men in the room fantasizing about coming on this ass.” He smoothed a hand over it, and she groaned in embarrassed arousal. “The girls in the latex are checking it out too. I wonder what they’d do to you if I let them have you.”
“Don’t let other people touch me. Please, Master.”
No one? Not even Ambrose? He doubted she meant it that way.
“If I was allowed to, I’d shove my finger in your pussy and make you come in front of all these nice people. Would you like that?”
“I don’t care who’s watching, Master. I need to come.”
Why was he doing this to himself?
He smacked her ass. She gasped then pressed back, looking for the next blow.
“You like this too much. It’s supposed to be a punishment.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You will be.”
Kate cried out even though he hadn’t hit her again, and she squirmed on his lap. The scent of her arousal was making him crazy—urging him to do what he wanted. Shoving his cock into her a few hundred times wouldn’t break the no sexual contact rule, would it?
He barely tapped her the next few times, and he chuckled at her adorable growl of frustration.
“What’s the matter?”
“I . . . uh . . . remember you hitting harder than this, Master.”
“And when do you remember that, Trouble? Do you think of me punishing you when you masturbate?”
“Oh, fuck.” She groaned and hid her face from onlookers.
Seriously? He’d just meant to embarrass her. From her reaction, though, it was true. She thought of him when she masturbated?
Ba
Rather than force a traitorous answer out of her, he punished her ass, spanking her until she submitted.
“Should you ever insult the way you look?”
“No, Master,” she whispered, hanging docilely over his lap.
He pulled her up and sat her rosy ass on his knees. Although she gasped, she didn’t try to get away. When he wrapped his arms around her, she laid her head on his shoulder, and he almost melted, even though he was horny as fuck.
“Don’t insult your body. Insulting yourself implies your Dom has bad taste.”
“See?” said a man standing near them with a collared girl in the crook of his arm. “Next time you do it, this is what you’re going to get.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The people around them dispersed. Show over.
Ba
She looked deep into his eyes, and he wondered if he’d be able to pull away if she tried to kiss him.
A spark of amusement glinted in her eye. “You’re sexy and everyone wants you.”
Brat.
Before she could react, he leaned her back, yanked up her dress, and smacked her pussy.
The gasp he won from her was almost a moan.
“You’re lucky I don’t have a cane within reach, Trouble. Now say what you’re supposed to say before I make you a very sorry girl.”
“Please, Master?” She moaned and bumped her pelvic bone against his hand, wanting more.
Ba
“I’m sexy?”
“It wasn’t supposed to be a question.” He laughed. “But yes, you are.”
Time to think of something acceptable to do to her before he destroyed his friendship with Ambrose. What else could he do? All of the equipment was in use. Taking her to Ambrose’s private office dungeon was a bad idea. If he didn’t stay around other people he might do something crazy.
“Dress off. Or do you need help?”
She pouted, but wriggled out of the dress while still sitting on his lap. He swore. If he lowered his fly and slid aside her panties it would make the wriggling a lot more interesting.
When her tits bounced free, and he couldn’t fondle them or pinch her nipples, his brain cycled through a tirade of bad words. Voluntarily submitting himself for this kind of torture must make him a masochist. He satisfied himself with resting a hand on the curve of her waist, the feel of her bare skin orgasmic.
He took the dress from her. “On the floor. Hands and knees and crawl to the kitchen.” The hardwood was going to be uncomfortable, but it was only fair considering how uncomfortable his dick was.
Following her was sweet torture. As she made her way across the room, her underwear left almost nothing to the imagination. Would jerking off until he came on her back be against the rules?
The kitchen was empty except for a couple talking quietly at the table.
Ba
“Stay.” He searched the kitchen drawers and found some twine, then tied Kate’s wrists to the drawer handles on either side of the kitchen island.
“Ouch! It’s rough!”
“If you stop pulling it won’t chafe.” He checked her hands, and they still had good color. Not too tight.
“Easy for you to say, you don’t have the kind of job where . . .” She gasped, seeming to lose track of what she meant to say as he hooked his fingers into her panties and slid them down and off.
Ba
“Shut up,” he whispered gruffly in her ear. “I’m going to beat you now.” He grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and put it in her hand. “If it gets too much for you, just let go of the spoon, and I’ll stop.”
Her grip on the spoon loosened and she glared at him.
“You’re going to be a big baby?”
Kate made a sound of disgust but tightened her hold on the spoon.
Eager to get started, he opened a drawer and pulled out the first thing he touched. Rolling pin? She wasn’t ready for that. Meat tenderizer. Even he wasn’t ready for that. Ba
Elastics, chopsticks. He fiddled with them and quickly made some nipple clamps. With his best attempt to be impersonal, he tugged on her nipples and put the impromptu clamps on. She squealed and squirmed, and he tried not to think of the fact that she was naked and at his mercy.