hers, a reassuring caress, and the spell broke, her glance flitting to his. He lifted his hand, brushed a warm cheek. She ducked her head, but he thought she was embarrassed the right way.
It made him curious. He brought her around in front of him so he could put his hands on her hips, guide her down to sit in his lap, her feet braced out on either side of his. He wrapped an arm around her waist, put his head next to her shoulder. “Just watch,” he murmured.
She gripped his forearm as the Dom circled his sub. She’d sagged against her bonds, then arched back as he took the vibrator up a notch. Her cunt had to be sensitive after that kind of climax. Her incoherent pleas confirmed she was uncomfortable, and yet as he told her how good she was, how she pleased him, Rory could see her struggling to bear it without complaint. As they watched, she passed that discomfort level and began to get aroused again. Her Dom bit at her thighs with light touches of the cane, which seemed to only increase the reaction. Pleading cries were replaced by soft moans.
He picked up the flogger, and what ensued was a ballet of movement, the flogger straps falling against her breasts, her swollen nipples, her back, alternating with short strikes of the cane against her thighs and ass.
When she was obviously close to coming again, he notched the flogger and cane, crossed in his grip, under her chin. He used that pressure to bring her mouth up to his for his kiss. “My sweet slave,” he murmured, and tears were on her cheeks, her trembling lips. “Come for me.”
She obeyed, her body bucking in hard jerks, as he watched her with those piercing eyes, his lips so close to hers, brushing over them in teasing sips as she moaned, as her body strained, wanting more…
It was mesmerizing to Rory, too. And it wasn’t the flogger and cane, not exactly. He liked the mental give and take, what the sub was giving her Dom, the way she was aroused by his command of her. How the Dom was goaded to take her to higher and higher levels of arousal because of her submission, her devotion. Because it was what they both wanted, to push those limits for each other.
He had Daralyn’s waist banded in a hard grip. Suddenly the things he’d read or looked at online had become real, giving more scope to what he was feeling inside.
“Ready to go look at something else?” he said in her ear.
When she nodded, he eased her back to her feet and they moved onward. Next stop was a chess game. Two Dommes were the players, a guy on his hands and knees holding up the table. And he had a…holy crap. Some kind of machine had a dildo pushing in and out of his ass while he tried to hold that table still. It was a good thing the chess pieces were plastic, because Rory would bet good money they were going to end up on the ground.
As they circled the tableau, he realized the guy’s dick was trussed up in straps that might make it impossible for him to come. Or really, really difficult, even as that dildo would be insisting. No wonder his face was contorted with the strain. The Dommes looked totally unconcerned, contemplating their next move and exchanging comments about mundane stuff, chatting and laughing like women at a coffee shop. One wore a little black dress, the other in sleek denim jeans with sparkles shot through them and a purple tunic top. A small audience sitting on nearby chairs watched the tableau as if it was theater, and he guessed it was.
He figured out which Domme the sub belonged to within seconds. Though she was chatting and acting all casual, she had her hand resting on his hip, fingers stroking the upper curve of his ass. The calf of one of her crossed legs was pressed against his shoulder. He had his cheek against it, as if drawing strength from that contact she was allowing.
It was interesting, thought-provoking, but Rory didn’t really care much about watching some guy take it up the ass. Daralyn seemed okay with proceeding. Nearby, one man lay on a table while a woman coated her hands in alcohol and set them on fire. The chemical reaction created a barrier that allowed her to move her hands gracefully over him