Page 18 of The Freeuse Proposal
Is that what I want? To let go like that in front of strangers?
My pussy throbs, answering the question before my mind can.
Leo guides me to an unoccupied couch in the corner, where we can observe without being too conspicuous. He sits down and pulls me onto his lap, his arms wrapping around me protectively. I lean back against his chest.
“Watch,” he says, his breath warm on my ear. “See how they give and take pleasure.”
I do as he says, my eyes drawn to a nearby scene. A woman is bent over a spanking bench, her wrists and ankles secured with soft leather cuffs. Her partner stands behind her with a flogger in his hand. He runs the tails over her bare skin before he begins to strike.
Each impact makes her cry out, her body tensing and then relaxing. Her partner pauses, caressing her gently, pressing kisses to her reddened skin before resuming. Their dynamic is mesmerizing.
Would I want that? I watch her face transform with each stroke—pain turning into pleasure turning into something that looks like she’s left the planet. My breath comes faster just watching.
Leo’s hard cock presses against my ass through his pants. He shifts slightly beneath me, his hand sliding under the hem of my dress to caress my thigh. I squirm against him, seeking more.
“Do you like what you see, my pet?”
“Yes.” My breath hitches as his fingers trace the edge of my bare pussy. “It’s intense.”
He hums in agreement and slips his fingers between my slick folds to stroke my clit. “Would you like to feel the bite of the flogger?”
I hesitate. The idea is both terrifying and exhilarating. “I...I think so. Maybe. I want to explore.”
“That’s my brave girl.” His voice is warm with approval as his fingers circle my clit. Pleasure jolts through me. “We’ll start slow and explore your limits. But for now, let’s focus on this.”
He increases the pressure, moving his fingers in quick circles. It’s difficult to stay quiet as the pleasure builds. I’m dimly awareof the people around us, but all my focus narrows to Leo and his fingers on my clit.
I’m being fingered in a room full of people, and instead of shame, all I feel is a desperate need to let go completely.
“You’re allowed to come, my sweet lass.”
His words push me over the edge, and I climax with a soft cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. Leo holds me tightly, his fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing out every shudder and tremor until I’m boneless against him.
Leo’s display of dominance hasn’t gone unnoticed, and there are murmurs of approval as I come down from the high. Pride hits me out of nowhere. I just came in front of strangers and enjoyed it.
I like belonging to him so completely that he could do this to me anywhere. A month ago, that thought would have horrified me. Now it just makes me want more.
Leo’s voice is warm with satisfaction. “You’re my good girl. You did so well.”
He removes his hand from between my legs. I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he licks his fingers clean again. The sight sends lust zinging through me, even though I’m still trembling from aftershocks.
“Are you ready to explore more?” he asks, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
A slow smile spreads across my face at the thought of more. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”
Leo helps me to my feet. My legs are still unsteady, and he keeps his arm around my waist as we move through the club. We enter a smaller room with various implements hanging from the walls—floggers, crops, paddles, and other toys I don’t even recognize. A few other groups of people are engaged in their own play.
Leo approaches a table displaying an array of sleek objects. He picks up a small, bullet-shaped vibrator and holds it up. “Have you ever used one of these?”
A blush rises to my cheeks. “Yes, but never in front of anyone before.”
“Well, we’ll have to remedy that.”
He turns on the vibrator, and it buzzes softly. He touches it to my arm, and the sensation sends a jolt of desire through me as I imagine what it will feel like between my legs.
“You’re going to use this while I watch. But you aren’t allowed to come without my permission.”
Butterflies swirl in my stomach. The thought of performing for Leo thrills me, but I also feel shy about doing it in front of other people. What if I look ridiculous? What if…
