For a moment, Dimitri simply trails his fingers up and down my spine. It’s a soothing movement but it makes bubbles pop in my belly. My haunches are still tingling, with twinges of soreness from my earlier spanking.
He takes his time gathering my hair and manipulating it into a loose braid he tucks over my shoulder, out of the way.
“You ready, pet?” he murmurs, cupping my ass.
I press upwards, the slightest movement that pushes my throbbing butt into his palm. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Such a good girl.” Are there any words more beautiful? “I’m going to give you a little tour. Or should I say, I’m giving these implements a tour… of your ass.” Something with many soft and tickly strands trails over my spine. “Flogger,” he says. There’s a snap of sound and the strands flick against my skin, stinging me. I clench, and Dimitri lays his large hand on my back, relaxing my muscles. He trails the flogger over my skin, awakening my senses. “There are several ways to use it. Here’s my favorite.” And he brushes the polished wooden handle between my labia, using it to rub my most intimate area. I cry out. He reaches in front of me and thrusts the wooden handle between my teeth.
“Hold this.”
I bite down. The scent of my sex blossoms around me. Juices drip off the handle, right under my nose.
“Next, we have a riding crop. I was never fond of horses, myself. Not until I came here.”
My brow knots. There are horses in this club?
“Not the horses you’re thinking of, pet. But plenty of riding.” Once again, he touches my labia, this time with the flap at the tip of the crop. He rubs hard enough to make pleasure burst through me. I almost moan and let the flogger fall.
“Ah, ah.” He pats the side of my hip with the end of the crop and then smacks my ass, leaving a spot of fire on my right bottom cheek. He pats a spot on my left bottom cheek before marking it the same. “Drop the flogger, and the night ends.”
That’s the best threat he could give. I grit my teeth, biting down on the wood. I’m gonna leave teeth marks on this thing. If I ruin it, will they make me pay a fine? Maybe the club will let me take this toy home once I pay for it. This flogger will be mine.
He swats the bottoms of my thighs, once each. I breathe through my nose and keep my jaw clenched.
“Good girl.” He chuckles now, and circles me. He’s no longer holding the crop. Silky fur brushes over my buttocks and haunches. Then the metal claw tips follow, swirling over my skin. Damn. I shift on the bench.
The fur glove comes off and he tugs on my thong, making it ride up between my cheeks.
“And now the cane. This will hurt, my pet. But I’ll only give you one.”
A long wooden dowel brushes over my back. Then it flicks against my skin. I convulse with a howl. The flogger drops from my mouth.
“Oh, no. You naughty girl. Look what you did.” He picks up the flogger from the floor. My teeth marks are engraved on the handle. “I’ll let it slide if… you allow me to crop your breasts.”
I nod.
He grabs my braid and draws me up. I’m still kneeling on the padded bench. “Fold your arms behind your back.” He has to help me, arranging me so my forearms lie against each other, my hands gripping the opposite elbow so my arms form a half square. The position makes my breasts jut out. I’m still in the bralette—but not for long. He tugs the flimsy lace down so the bra pushes my breasts up.
“Lovely.” He dips his head and licks at my left nipple. Oh, wow. I pant and stare at the top of his dark head. He’s so sexy.
He rises and kisses me, licking at my lip.
Then he tweaks my left nipple. I whimper.
He tugs on my hair, kneeling so he can whisper cruelly in my ear, “Next time you're naughty, I’ll clamp these nipples. Then I’ll tease them with the crop—until the clamps fall off.”
My chest rises and falls faster. I want to cry that I’m sorry for displeasing him. I want to beg him to punish me as much as possible now. I want to scream yes, please!
“Tonight, we’ll keep it simple.” He’s got the crop again, and he uses the leather flap to rub the tops of my breasts. “A few marks on these beauties, and we’ll call it even.”
I nod, arching back to push my breasts into the crop’s touch.
He tips my chin up with the tip of the crop. “Remember to breathe.”
Whap! The crop pops the top of my breast. I roll my lips between my teeth. Red rises to stain my skin. He crops the other breast, then teases the nipple. Oh, no.
I yelp when the crop bites the tip. I twist a little, and he makes me straighten before gracing the other nipple with a stinging swat.
He drops the implement. “Good girl. So good. One last thing.” He shows me the whip I chose. I draw back from the black coil like it’s a snake. “Not tonight,” he says. “Maybe next time. Something to look forward to.”
Thank heavens.
He lifts me in his arms, scooping me up like I’m a bride. Automatically, I hang on, hugging his neck as he carries me to a curtained portion of the wall. Behind the velvet curtain is a private room, a dimly lit alcove.
He sits and arranges me on his lap, hooking my legs over his so I’m sitting, my back to his front, my legs spread wide.
“Touch yourself, pet. Show me how you pleasure yourself.” When I hesitate, he takes my right hand and puts it between my legs. “Show me.”
HIs hand covers mine. His legs draw apart, exposing me further. I feel so small compared to him.
“Are you touching yourself?” His voice is silk. “Is it nice?”
I nod.
“What do you say when I give you nice things?”
“Thank you, Sir.” I barely recognize my voice. It’s high and breathy, as sexy as Marilyn Monroe.
“Good girl.” His hand presses down on mine, mimicking my movements. “Do you only touch your clit? No penetration?”
“No.” I don’t know what possesses me to add, “I’m a virgin.”
His fingers still.
My heart stutters. “Is… is that all right?”
“Oh yes, pet. It’s more than all right.” His fingers start rubbing again, pressing mine more firmly against my sex. Meanwhile, his lips nuzzle the top of my shoulder. “Sweet,” he murmurs, sounding drunk. “So sweet. Just a little taste.”
I relax back, my eyes fluttering closed as my orgasm rises.
Dimitri
She's irresistible, my little human morsel. Exquisite. Too bad she’s a virgin. To touch her would be to break all my rules. No virgins. No innocents. I want a woman I can wreck and leave behind. There are many women who want that, who crave it. Who will beg for it.
Someone like Gwen might get attached. Even if I mind-wiped her, she could be hurt emotionally. There is a reason I never play with the same woman twice. I prefer not to break any hearts.
Or have my own heart broken. I fell in love with a mortal once.
I wouldn’t do it again.
Gwen is sweet and fragile. Untouched. Impressionable. I would ruin her. I shouldn’t be her first. But I’m so close to being inside her. I want more.
And what is life but a dance on the edge of a volcano?
My fingers find her entrance and slip inside. Her muscles tighten, clamping on my finger. She whimpers and her hips rock involuntarily. She’s desperate for it.