Page 45 of Masters of Pleasure
Or should he protest it vehemently as her boyfriend?
A few months ago, he would have happily arranged a scene for her and found someone he trusted.Not Brian, of course, since Brian had a thing for her best friend.Kincaid probably.Or Zach.Though now that they were officially together, that was probably out of the question unless he wanted to invite both of them in… His brain balked at the idea oftwomore penises being involved.One more was bad enough.
Onstage, either Justin or Chris—both of similar build and coloring, so it was hard to tell them apart when their backs were turned—took Jessica’s robe, leaving her completely naked, while the other stepped forward a moment later to lift her hands above her head and attach the cuffs around her wrists to the hook at the end of the chain above her.
With her hair in a high bun, abundant curves on display, chin lifted in anticipation, she looked both vulnerable and excited as the lights brightened to their full display, and a throbbing bass filled the room.The music was low but audible, there to enhance the scene rather than distract from it.
Justin and Chris prowled around her, touching her with their hands, leaning down to whisper things in her ears.A tweaked nipple and a little slap on her ass, both eliciting little gasps that could be heard above the music.
Domi took a deep, shuddering breath.
“Does the idea of two men turn you on?”Mitch whispered in her ear, his fingers stroking her midriff over the silky material of her dress.
She turned her head slightly toward him, giving him an arch look.
“Twoof you?I can barely handle one.I don’t know how she does it.”Domi shook her head, making her curls bounce.
Feeling slightly reassured, Mitch couldn’t stop his mind from working in the background while Justin and Chris stepped back from Jessica and went to retrieve identical floggers.One behind her, one in front, at a nod from Justin, they raised their arms and let the leather strands fall, striking her breasts and her ass simultaneously.Domi sucked in a quick breath.
Watching the flogging, thinking about how he was going to alter his plans for Domi after this, Mitch reached to tease her breasts through her dress.She wasn’t wearing a bra, allowing him to use the silky material to rub against her hardening nipples, teasing her without giving her any of the pain or satisfaction she’d be craving.
His cock throbbed in time with the music, pulse racing with the floggers while the erotic tableau in front of them heated up.Jessica was moaning, crying out, thrusting her ass back and her breasts forward for punishment.Domi’s body moved in sympathy with the tormented submissive.She’d be craving the punishment, and Mitch could tell his gentle caresses were frustrating her more than anything else.
Smiling sadistically, he began to give a little of what she needed… but only a little.Harder pinches to her nipples interspersed between the other caresses.Tiny twists, then right back to the gentle massage, his hands plumping her breasts.
He didn’t touch her pussy at all.
By the time Justin and Chris let their floggers drop, walking up to Jessica and sandwiching her between them, Domi was practically on Mitch’s lap.Her hand reached down to grip his cock, likely thinking rubbing him through his pants would make him change his mind about doing her on the table.Justin and Chris pumped into Jessica’s pussy and ass, filling her completely, while she cried out between them.
Watching them while Domi gripped his erection from the exterior of his pants, giving enough pressure and stimulation to make his balls tighten, Mitch had to pull her hand away or else embarrass himself.The music came to a crescendo, encouraging the voyeurs to join the trio on stage in erotic culmination.
“Please,” Domi begged, turning her head toward him.
Instead of answering, Mitch caught her lips in a kiss, keeping hold of her hands and pushing them behind her back to capture her in place.She whimpered and opened for him, kissing him back desperately.
When they came up for air, the music was fading away, and the trio on stage was leaving, but Mitch didn’t bother looking at them.
“Skip dessert and go check out our room?”he asked in a low voice.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
ChapterSixteen
Domi
On fire with need, the tops of her legs felt slippery from her cream as Mitch led her down the hallway.Her pussy felt plump and swollen between her legs, and she had a feeling her underwear wasn’t protecting her from a wet spot on her dress at this point.
She couldn’t help but laugh when they reached their door, though.
“Really?We’re playing doctor again?”she asked, raising an eyebrow and teasing.“Should I be worried about you having a medical fetish while you’re working in a hospital?”
“I am anurse,” he said, stressing the last word as he opened the door for her.“I am far more useful than a doctor.”It was said in one of those joking, not joking ways.
“But you like playing doctor?”
“I do with you.Now get in there, Domi Darling.”Mitch’s hand came down, giving her a short, sharp swat on the ass that got her moving and left her gasping.The spot tingled, the burn from the impact making her almost lightheaded with the ache throbbing between her legs.She’d heard it could feel like all the blood was rushing to a man’s dick when he got hard—was this the feminine equivalent?His voice had changed, going from date-Mitch to Master Mitch in a single sentence.
The room was the same, set up like a doctor’s office, though the table came with restraints, and the cabinets were filled with sex toys, alongside any real medical equipment.Marquis’ hotel rooms were set up with the theme room first, then a room right behind it set up like a gorgeous—traditional—hotel room.Domi glanced over at the door on the far wall.When they’d been here for classes, the door to those rooms had always been locked.She’d always wanted to see what the hotel rooms looked like… but right now, having an orgasm was the bigger priority.
