Page 16 of Wickedly Played

“I’m going to let you come, lover. You’re going to get an easy one. Then I want you to show everyone how well you take my whip,” Serena murmurs against Stella’s thighs.

“Jesus,” someone moans from the audience.

In the audience, I see an array of horny watchers. Someone’s hand is up another woman’s skirt, a couple is about to go to third base, and then I hear the telltale moans of a woman coming.

My dick has officially pitched a tent in my pants.

Serena has maneuvered Stella to be perched in front of her with her mouth above Serena’s pussy. “From this angle with the ropes, you see my sub is just where I want her to be. A little move,” the ropes pull and Stella bounces off the Domme’s hips, “I can slip inside of her fairly quickly. As always, a lot of trust isrequired. Are there any other moves you want to see before we continue?”

A hand is raised in the audience. “Mistress Aphrodite, could you try it as the female and have a male behind you?”

Serena pushes her hair over the side of her face, squaring her shoulders. “Say what you want, lover.” Her voice is evenly sexual and commanding.

The man clears his throat. “I want to see you wrapped in ropes with a man behind you. I want to see how you look wrapped in ropes.”

“Deacon,” Serena’s voice calls out.

I put my hand in the air. My protectee looks at me with wild eyes. With a quick shake of my head, I shut that idea down. Deacon waves his hand for me to step up.

With even steps, I’m walking to the front of the display with Serena’s eyes watching my every movement. “You know, this is not part of your requirements as my bodyguard,” she whispers to me once I grab some rope from the floor.

Waving her off, I quickly untie Stella from the ropes. Once she’s untied, I point in front of me for the other woman to stand. “Stand here,” I demand.

“Have you tied up women before?” Stella’s voice weakly asks.

I wink at her, causing Serena to chuff a breath. “Sweetness, I’ve done a lot with rope.” Turning to Serena, I take off her rope, gently throwing it to the side, and then step behind her. “Standard safe words apply?” I ask.

“Are you in the lifestyle?”

I shrug. “That’s not important,” I answer her.

Meticulously, I have managed to tie Serena in the ropes. The white knots look beautiful against the black lingerie adorned by Serena. Her hand reaches out to touch my black hair, and I shoot her with a look.

“Did you ask to touch me?” I raise an eyebrow.

“May I touch you?”

I’m sensing she’s challenging me, but I love it. “Yes, you may. Let me know if these are too tight.”

The man in the audience who requested this demonstration approaches the display ledge. I have one eye watching him and the other on what I’m doing. If he’s brave enough to ask for a switch in the show, I’m wondering if he’s one of her enamored fans.

“Which hold do you want?” I ask.

Serena’s suspended beautifully in front of me with my hand gripping the knots around her back. Now that her hands are tied, she’s dancing her pretty fingers against my taut skin. My skin feels like it is on fire with every touch she makes on me.

This was a bad fucking idea. I’m fucking stupid.

“Uh, I’m just going to ask,” the man mumbles.

Serena’s face snaps to look at him. “Lover, if you can’t ask for what you want, how is your sub supposed to know?”

He clears his throat. “I want the man to slam you into his hips, hard. I want to see how easy it is to control the ropes when you’re getting railed from behind.”

Well, fuck me. Me, too.

“Are you ready, sweetness?” I ask with my mouth pressed against her ear.

“Are you?”