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Authors: Desiree Holt

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Placing Zena so the spotlight directly over the bench reflected off the clamps, Jaden and Trent arranged her on her hands and knees, stroking her with easy caresses as they did so. Jaden studied the items on the table before selecting a thin crop. He stroked it over the woman’s body with an easy movement of his hand and Kari could almost feel the thin, bound leather on her own body. He and Trent positioned themselves on either side of Zena. Then Trent reached beneath the bench and pressed something with his foot and the platform began to rotate very slowly.

Lightly at first, and then with increasing speed, Jaden applied the crop to Zena’s buttocks and her thighs. Red stripes appeared, enhanced by the oil on her body, and sounds of pleasure drifted from her mouth. The harder and more rapidly Jaden applied the crop, the more sensual Zena’s groans became. At the same time Trent stood in front of her, his thumbs and forefingers plucking and twisting her clamped nipples. Kari squirmed in her chair, and heat crept up her face as she realised the men on either side of her were watching her rather than Zena. She gave them a weak smile then picked up her glass and sipped from it, hoping the icy liquid would cool her off.

By the time Jaden was finished, Zena’s ass and thighs were red hot and she was rocking back and forth on her knees. He smoothed his hand over skin, tracing every curve and swell. Kari wished Sir could be here, applying the crop to
her
. Smoothing
his
hands over
her
skin. She swallowed the rest of her drink and signalled for a refill before turning back to the performance.

Jaden stood directly behind Zena now and when the table rotated in her direction Kari saw that he was slowly rimming the opening of her vagina with the tip of the crop. Zena kept trying to push back against it, her cries of “Please!” urging him to slide it inside. But the lustful smile on his face was enough to let everyone know that he was far from ready to give her even that much satisfaction yet.

Around her Kari heard murmuring sounds of approval punctuated with the breathless moans that signalled others were taking their own pleasure even as they watched the performance. She glanced surreptitiously to either side of her. The man to her right had his arms around his partner, who was standing with her back to him between his legs. Her blouse was open and his hands were kneading and squeezing her breasts. The man on the stool to her left had his fly unzipped and his companion stood next to him holding his swollen cock in her hands, stroking it as they both watched the trio on stage. Kari had to force herself to turn her attention back to the performance.

Trent stepped off the platform for a moment, selected yet another object from the table and held it up for everyone to see. Lube. Heat surged through Kari’s body and every pulse point throbbed as her mind conjured up images of how that lube would be used. Trent returned to the platform and took up a position at Zena’s side so he wouldn’t block the view of Jaden’s actions. He slid his fingers casually through the crevice of her ass, back and forth, while Jaden continued to tease her cunt.

“Would you like to feel something inside you?” Trent asked.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her voice husky with need. “If it pleases you.” As if to emphasise her point, she pushed her hips back at Jaden, who was still busy with the tip of the crop.

But it was Trent who squeezed some of the lube on a finger, held it up so it glistened in the spotlight then pressed it between the globes of her buttocks. Jaden let the crop fall to the floor and spread the cheeks of her ass so everyone could watch Trent’s finger slide into her dark tunnel. Zena groaned and the muscles in her buttocks flexed.

Apparently satisfied that he’d prepared her thoroughly, Trent selected a butt plug from the table and slowly inserted it into Zena’s waiting ass. She panted with pleasure, mouth open, face flushed, the platform turning slowly so everyone could observe. Then the two men helped her to her knees, and placed her hands behind her back.

Jaden stepped in front of her and commanded, “Open your mouth for me.”

Zena parted her lush full lips and Jaden slid his cock over her lower lip and into her waiting mouth, letting it glide over her tongue. His hips moved slowly back and forth, his sounds of pleasure mingling with the purr of satisfaction coming from Zena’s throat. Trent stood behind her, his hands stroking her cunt, one finger rasping back and forth over her clit.

“Don’t move,” he ordered her. “And don’t come. Not until we give you permission. Raise your right hand if you understand.”

Her hand lifted into the air. Obviously as busy and full as her mouth was it was impossible for her to speak her acceptance.

The crowd watched, fascinated, as Jaden, his fingers wrapped around his cock, worked his thick shaft in and out of Zena’s willing mouth while Trent continued to tease and torment her clit. Her effort to control her response was evident in every line of her body as she struggled to maintain her position and not react to what the two men were doing.

The air around Kari was rich with the scent of both male and female musk. Slowly, so as not to call attention to herself, she slid back and forth on her bar stool trying to ease the sexual itch in her pussy. She wished again that Sir was here, that he had her restrained, unable to move while he plunged his cock in and out of her.

When she looked back into the glassed-in room, every muscle on Jaden’s body stood out in stark relief, hips jerking as he emptied himself into Zena’s mouth. The muscles in her throat flexed as she swallowed, Trent commanding her not to lose a drop while he continued to manipulate her pussy. The moment Jaden was finished he cupped Zena’s jaw with his hand and slowly eased himself from her grasp. He and Trent switched places and while Jaden’s fingers moved to Zena’s clit Trent tilted her body enough to ease his cock inside her.

His mouth curved in a grin as he fucked her slowly despite the fact that her body’s reaction demanded more. But Zena was a perfect sub, always at the pleasure of her Doms. The only sign of her growing need was the way her hands clenched tightly behind her back. Trent’s breathing increased and his hips pistoned. Finally he nodded to Jaden, who pinched Zena’s clit, and she and Jaden exploded together.

All around her Kari heard sounds of similar satisfaction from the audience and the scent of sex grew even stronger. She would have to get out of here soon. Go home and find relief with her toys. Because she just couldn’t seem to muster up any desire for any of the men here tonight.

She slid off her stool and turned for one last look into the performance room just as a warm hand touched her shoulder.

“Sorry I missed the show,” a deep familiar voice said at her ear. “But maybe we can put on our own. In private.”

Chapter Six

 

 

 

“I took a chance that you’d be here tonight.”

Slade couldn’t stop looking at her, his eyes drinking in her nude body. This was the image that had danced through his dreams while he was away. Isolated from her in Afghanistan, the memory of her had been a great counterpoint to the assignments he and his team had been given. It wasn’t just the sex. He’d finally figured that out, although she was far and away the best sub he’d ever met.

But she was also bright and sharp and, in the few snippets of conversation they’d had, a sense of humour had come through. He wondered what she did in her everyday life. Obviously something that required a brain. He had to be back at Fort Sam Houston tomorrow to hitch his ride back to his team. But he’d already decided that tonight he would ask for her name and give her his. And ask her if she’d have dinner with him when he could wangle some free time again.

He’d already been told there were missions lined up for his team as soon as he returned but then he’d be getting downtime again. Of course, that might not be for another couple of months, but if he was lucky she’d say yes.

She looked up at him from the padded bench where he’d placed her again, this time on her back with her wrists locked into manacles at the top corners. A sheet of white canvas lay on the floor beneath the bench and at his right hand on the table were the candles he’d lit as soon as they’d entered into the room, a small paintbrush, baby oil, lengths of fine rope and various other items that he’d need.

“I came here to unwind,” she told him, her eyes following his every move. “I finished…a big project today. I didn’t expect to see you, but I thought maybe just being here might…” Her voice trailed off.

“So you didn’t come here to play?” He tensed, waiting for her answer.

“No. I didn’t.”

Relief swept through his body. He didn’t know why it mattered so much to him. After all, they’d only been together three times and they hadn’t even exchanged names. But from the very first, way back in Chicago, there’d been a connection that he was sure she felt, too. Maybe after tonight it would be time to take this a little further.

“Maybe it was fate,” he teased.

“Maybe.” She smiled at him.

“I have to leave again tomorrow,” he told her, actually glad when he saw the flash of disappointment in her eyes.

“Oh?” She swallowed, obviously doing her best to conceal her disappointment. Trying to take her lead from him. Not have unreasonable expectations.

She could hardly know that he was doing the same.

“So tonight I think we’ll do something a little special.” He leant down and brushed his lips against hers. “Something to remember me by. Yes, girl?”

She swallowed again. “Yes, Sir. What pleases you pleases me.”

“And the reverse,” he told her in a warm voice. “Bend your legs and plant your feet on the bench.”

She did as he’d told her but he could tell she wondered what came next.

“Tonight I thought we’d indulge in a little wax play. My own style. I want to see that gorgeous cunt covered with soft wax, but it has to be naked and smooth for me to do so.” He pulled up a stool and sat down at the foot of the bench then reached for the bowl containing warm water and a razor. “Hold perfectly still,” he cautioned. “I don’t want to hurt you accidentally.”

Meticulously he covered her entire mound with warm water and soapsuds. Shaving lather or gel was forbidden before wax play. Sometimes they contained a trace of alcohol that could be dangerous with the hot wax. Then he took his time, using slow, careful glides of the razor to remove the pubic hair. The more her bare mound was exposed to him, the more his cock hardened, until he had such a raging hard-on he wondered if he’d be able to get up from the stool without bumping into the table and injuring himself.

Her skin was so soft and pink. At one point he reached out a finger and stroked the newly exposed area, already imagining how it would look with wax dripped onto it. Maybe in an intricate pattern.

By the time he was finished he was aware he wasn’t the only one aroused. Already stimulated by the performance earlier, his girl was hotter than a pistol. Her labia were slick with the moisture seeping from her pussy and the skin was flushed a deep pink. When he touched the tip of a finger lightly to her clit she jumped involuntarily. The look on her face told him she was waiting to be reprimanded for responding without permission.

He smiled at her. “It’s all right, Butterfly. I’m glad to see you are so hot and ready. When I finish you’ll be even hotter.”

Disposing of the bowl and razor, he took the small bottle of baby oil, drizzled some onto her tummy then smoothed it onto her skin with the paintbrush.

“You have such smooth skin.” Some nights he dreamed of running his tongue over every inch of it. “I’m going to have a hard time deciding exactly what design to use on it.” He added more oil. “Have any of your Doms introduced you to wax play?”

She nodded, her eyes still watching him. “Yes. One.”

Slade didn’t know whether to be glad or disappointed. He wanted to have something special that she only shared with him, then he realised how stupid that sounded. Neither of them were D/s virgins. Well, he’d just have to make this very special for her. Very.

When she was covered in oil from her neck to the crease where hip and thigh joined, he put the brush away. By now the candles he’d lit were burning nicely, the wax dripping down the sides. Once more he would need to be very careful. Slade had been introduced to wax play a long time ago in Thailand. Watching a performance where wax play was an integral part, he’d become so fascinated with the designs the Dom had drawn on his sub and the reaction of the sub to the heat that he’d asked to be tutored in the art. He’d learned over the years that wax play could be one of the most tantalising types of play on the skin and could produce marvellous, stimulating pleasures. But he was also aware that, because of the dangers inherent to using wax at burning temperatures, it was often categorised as ‘edge play’ and could be the cause of an extreme burn if applied improperly.

That was one of the reasons he always used only candles made from paraffin. They were inexpensive, came in a multitude of scents and colours, and burned at a very low temperature. And safety was all-important to him. The only pain he cared to inflict was the kind that brought and enhanced pleasure.

Next he lifted one length of rope from the table, running it through his fingers, enjoying the feel of its silken threads. Another habit of his, using only rope made of soft fibres. Long ago, a Dom had once mocked him for being too gentle with his subs. Slade had taken care of the man swiftly and cleanly. The man had chosen to cancel his membership.

Threading the strand of rope beneath his sub’s body, he brought the two ends together just above her breasts and tied them in a careful knot that rested just at the top of her breast bone. The next one went below those luscious mounds, the tension a little tighter so her breasts stood out more. By the time he was finished he’d used seven lengths of rope, layering them down her body. The final one went around her hips, the knot resting squarely on her clit. If she moved at all the rope shifted just enough to torment that little bundle of nerves.

He surveyed his handiwork, nodding in satisfaction.

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