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talie

“I already know you liked to be spanked,” Damian whispered. “I’m curious how much you’ll like a crop.”

I didn’t have a chance to reply before he pushed the curtain back, pulling me through. The other dancers followed, and I noticed a few of them were carrying raised platforms. They set two small square tables in the center of the stage right next to each other. Damian led me straight to one of them.

Some of the men were dancing around the edge of the stage as others set up for the demonstration.

“Climb up,” Damian ordered, helping me onto the platform. “On your hands and knees.”

I did what he said, my skin hot from knowing there were hundreds of eyes on me. He rounded the platform to stand in front of me before lowering his head so I could hear him.

“Now I want you to keep that perfect ass in the air and put your face on the table.”

Even being surrounded by people, I still balked at his demand, my desire to rebel against him making me bite my tongue.

Lowering myself down, I turned my face until my cheek was resting on the smooth wood.

It didn’t matter which way I looked, I was still facing the crowd.

But the bright lights made it impossible for me to see anyone who wasn’t on the stage.

I squirmed when he ran his fingers down my spine.

“I fucking love you in this position,” he said roughly. “Stay there, baby.”

He disappeared out of my view, and I watched as a masked guy got onto the other platform, situating himself the same way I was with his face down and his ass up. He shot me a confident smile before turning his head the other way.

“Please give a warm welcome to our two sexy volunteers who are helping demonstrate the toys.”

The cheers and screaming were deafening as a spotlight shined down on me.

I licked my lips, thankful I had the mask to hide behind.

There was no way I’d be doing this if everyone could see my face.

The vibrator clicked on again, and I jerked, barely keeping my head on the table as the announcer spoke again.

“The first thing we’re bringing out tonight is a doggy-style spreader bar. If you use this at home, make sure you do it with someone you trust. Because once you’re locked in this thing, there’s no escaping.”

His words shot a rush through me. Fingers closed around my ankle, and I craned my neck to see Damian standing there.

His eyes met mine before he glanced at my hands, as if reminding me what to do if I wanted to stop this.

When I kept my palms flat on the table, he smirked wickedly before moving directly behind me where I couldn’t see him.

His fingers left my ankle and were replaced with something soft on my skin.

The material was stiff, and he tightened it snugly.

I moved my leg slightly wider to see a leather cuff locked on my ankle.

He grabbed my other leg, fastening a cuff.

When I wiggled, I instantly realized I couldn’t move my legs at all.

“Okay, you two,” the voice echoed through the speakers. “Bring your hands to your ankles.”

I shifted, extending my arms below me. Damian grabbed my wrist, pulling it farther under me.

My heart thudded when he strapped a cuff around it before doing the same to my other arm.

Both of my wrists were tightly secured to the bar right beside my ankles.

No matter how hard I tried, I could barely move.

Damian gripped my thigh, stealthily moving his hand over the toy to make sure it was still in place.

It was a vulnerable position with my ass in the air while unable to move a muscle.

But it only made this entire situation hotter.

Because I trusted my husband. Only he would be touching me while everyone else only watched.

My pussy was throbbing, and when the vibrations hit me again, a moan escaped my lips.

Damian appeared beside me, leaning over to speak in my ear.

“I’m not sure how long I’ll last keeping you up here,” he admitted, his voice thick with lust. “Seeing you like this…I want to take you right fucking now.”

He moved away, and I witnessed another dancer handing him something before he went back behind me. My pussy clenched as I impatiently waited to see what he was going to do next. There were dancers still moving to the beat, making sure to keep the platforms in view of everyone.

The toy buzzed again, the loud music swallowing my cry.

I writhed against the restraints, the vibrations working me up.

This time it didn’t stop, and being immobile made it far more difficult to get close to the edge.

I sucked in breaths, my legs shaking in the cuffs.

Inside, I was losing it all to the pleasure, but thanks to the spreader bar, no one would know by looking at me.

My attention shifted when something foreign grazed my ass cheek.

“The second toy we’re showing you tonight is a crop.

If anyone wants to know what it feels like against your skin, there will be dancers choosing from the audience.

Make sure they know you want to participate.

” The announcer had to speak his next words even louder to be heard above the clapping and yelling.

“Remember the rules—clothes stay on in here.” A few laughs met his words.

“This toy can be used to tease lightly…or it can pack quite a sting if your partner craves a bit of pain with their pleasure.”

Something touched the back of my neck softly before it was trailed down my spine.

The smooth material had me guessing it was the tip of the crop.

Goosebumps flushed over my skin when he grazed it featherlight over my ribs.

I squirmed, unable to handle all the sensations as the toy kept vibrating on my clit.

The touch of the crop was suddenly gone, and a moment later, a hot sting traveled over my ass when I was hit with it. It was impossible to hear anything over the music, making the anticipation only grow. The toy finally stopped, giving me a much-needed break from the constant building pleasure.

When the crop met my ass a second time, my stomach clenched with need. Damian’s warm hand rubbed away the lingering sting as I clenched my fists. My muscles were straining from being unable to move, but the waves of ecstasy didn’t stop between the sporadic buzzing of the toy and the crop.

I bit my tongue when the vibrations seemed to grow stronger.

The crop cracked down on my ass again, making my muscles tighten as my orgasm hovered right near the edge.

I squeezed my eyes closed, a strangled moan escaping me when his palm smacked my other ass cheek.

His fingers dug into my skin, and that was when I shattered.

The delicious pleasure rolled through me, the toy prolonging it as it stayed on.

My limbs burned as I fought to move, soaking in every wave that hit me until it gradually subsided. His hand left me, and I blinked my eyes open to see him staring at me as he crouched down, his eyes dark with need.

“You’re locked down so tight, I almost missed your orgasm,” he murmured, grabbing my ponytail to keep my stare on him. “What did I tell you earlier, Talie?”

Still coming down from my high, my mind was still nothing but a haze. “I don’t remember.”

“Count.”

My eyes widened. “Seriously? You want me to count my orgasms?”

His stare was enough to know he expected an answer. The announcer was speaking in the background about different types of crops, but it all faded into the background as my attention stayed on my husband.

“One,” I said hoarsely.

“Good girl. Next time I want you to scream it so I know the moment you come. Don’t worry about anyone else hearing it. With the music, it’ll stay between us.” He tugged on my hair. “Ready for another one?”

He didn’t give me a chance to answer before he disappeared again. His hands landed on my ass a few seconds later, and I groaned as he massaged me. I was sure my skin was bright red from the crop.

“Who in here has heard of a flogger?” the announcer asked, pausing as women cheered in answer.

“This fun little toy is a good beginner for impact play. Don’t be fooled though, it can still redden your partner’s ass—or anywhere else on their body where you decide to inflict a little or a lot of pain. Use it for pleasure or punishment.”

The image of a flogger went through my mind. I knew they had multiple thin straps of leather attached to a handle but had never had one used on me. Until now.

The bite of the flogger was vastly different from the crop.

When it slapped against my ass, a jolt of pleasure whipped through me.

This time, he didn’t pause. One, two, three, four times the flogger connected with my skin until he switched to the other side doing the same thing.

The toy on my clit buzzed to life, the two sensations merging, stealing my breath.

He then dragged the tips of the flogger down my back, so lightly it was almost ticklish.

I thrashed against the cuffs of the spreader bar, the stimulation almost too much to handle.

If I wasn’t restrained, I easily would have come again already, but my body had to work harder when I couldn’t move.

He focused on my ass again, slapping the flogger gently at first, each swat getting harder and harder.

Soon, my skin was on fire, but in such an exquisite way.

The vibrator kept going, making my pussy throb, my body begging to reach a climax again.

I cursed under my breath. Damian was edging me without lying a hand on me.

“No,” I whimpered when the toy stopped buzzing. I’d been so fucking close. Once again, Damian rubbed my hot skin, and I sagged in the spreader bar, relishing in the massage.

“Our last toy of the night is the classic paddle,” the guy spoke into the microphone as the song changed again. “Does this one need any explanation?”