Page 50 of Wickedly Played

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Katie!” I command.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“I believe I deserve athank youfor allowing you to be bound in front of me. Don’t you think?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

After I make sure both of my couples have followed my directions, I stroll over to Deacon and Stella. My ropes are heavy in my hands, and I can’t wait to use them. I begin to tie the knots intricately against her skin. I’m pleased to see that the pink is a nice contrast to her tanned skin.

“Tom! Once you have her bound, I would like you to get her nice and wet. I want her dripping on the bed, about to come.”

Slipping my hand down Stella’s body, I cup her pussy in my hand. She bucks against my chest in approval. “Control yourself, lover,” I warn her.

“Mistress, you feel so good,” she whispers.

I flick her clit a couple of times with my fingers and move my hand away each time she’s about to come. This happens several times. She’s moaning with her head against my chest.

“Could I get a color, please?” I want to make sure the ropes are not too tight and she’s comfortable in her bindings.

“Green,” she murmurs.

“Good girl.” I grab the nipple clamps, pluck her turgid nipples, and then pinch them in the contraption. She screams out in pleasure.

I hear the hum from outside of the display glass from the crowd surrounding us. These two couples are beautifully erotic. I know the crowd is going to love what I have planned next. With apurpose, I stroll over to the closet, grab my cat of nine tails, and test the weight in my hand.

“Pet,” I greet Stella.

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Beg me for how badly you want my whip.”

Stella’s head rolls back to look at me with her pupils blown. I love looking at her. She is gorgeous when she’s this turned on. I can hear Deacon groan in the corner from his own arousal, but he can enjoy the show.

“Please, Mistress. I need to feel your whip. Please whip me.”

I tap my finger against my chin. “I don’t feel like that was very convincing.”

She moans. “Mistress, I need you. Please. Please touch me. Please whip me. Whip me so I feel you after I leave here. I love knowing I have your marks on me after I leave you.”

“You will get five and you will count.”

Placing the whip on the bed next to her bound body, I bring my hand back across her ass cheek to warm her flesh up to get ready for the beating she’s about to receive. Stella can handle the punishment pretty well, and we’ve never had an issue before. I love how she submits to me. It is the greatest gift.

“Five, Mistress,” she moans loudly with her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.

My hand brushes against her heated skin. Bending at the waist, I bite her cheek while grabbing the whip. “Make sure you count and then thank me.”

My arm rears back with a crack through the air as the whip connects with her skin. She bows her back each time as she follows directions. On the fifth one, she’s panting, moaning, and begging me to finish her off. Deacon is pacing off to the side of the room with his hand in his pants as if he can relieve some of her pressure. It isn’t going to work. Stella is mine to play with right now.

“You did beautifully, baby.”

For the next five minutes, I continue my assault on her clit. Each time I feel her contract around my hand, I move my fingers away from where she wants me. Katie and Stella’s moans are loud throughout the room, echoing off the soundproof walls. I love it when they are both about to come at the same time.

“Do not let her come, Tom,” I order.

“Please, Mistress!”