Chapter 11Adam stared down at Shani, his eyes locked on hers as he slowly, sexily, drew down the zipper of her dress. It fell open, revealing her naked body. Moving behind her, he slipped the red leather from her shoulders. Setting the dress on a box under the sale table, he moved to again stand in front of her.
His eyes glided over her body with a smoldering gaze that stoked the fire already burning in her belly. A slow, sexy smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “I like you like that.”
He looked over at Bob, giving him a thumbs up.
Bob lifted his microphone and said, “Hey there, fellow kinksters. Come to booth number two if you want to see master whip maker Adam Hawk demonstrate his awesome new mini dragon whip on a lovely, naked submissive.”
A crowd instantly swarmed around the booth. Bob herded them back to a safe distance as Shani stepped away from the booth for the scene. “Make sure to stay back, folks,” Bob said with a grin. “You wouldn’t want to accidentally be involved in this scene.”
The onlookers murmured excitedly as they jostled for position. Used to such attention, Shani barely registered them. Her focus was on Adam and the sexy dragon tail in his hand.
He smiled at her, a slow, sexy smile, his eyes glittering with lust and power. “Lift your arms over your head and grip your hands together,” he directed.
While she obeyed, he turned his attention to the spectators and spoke in a loud, clear voice. “These dragon tails may look harmless because they’re small, but don’t be fooled. This tip can deliver the same bite as a single tail. If you’re not familiar with single tails, I strongly recommend you take one of the whip courses offered here at the BDSM Connections Event Center before whipping a live subject. The idea is to kiss the skin with the lash—just enough to make a mark, without cutting the skin. I’ll give you a brief demonstration on this lovely slave girl.”
Moving closer to her, he murmured softly near her ear, “Are you ready, Princess? Let’s show them how it’s done.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured, her skin tingling with expectation, her heartbeat quickening.
He moved behind her and lightly flicked the tip of the whip against her ass. The welcome sting zinged along her nerve endings, making her clit throb. She drew in a breath as he used the full length of the short whip to strike both cheeks at once. She stiffened when the lash landed across her back, the pain bringing tears to her eyes and moisture to her cunt.
Adam appeared in front of her once more, his eyes seeking hers. “More?” he mouthed.
“Yes, please,” she whispered.
When the dragon tip snapped against her right breast, she sucked in another sharp breath, but continued to remain still as a statue, her arms extended overhead, her fingers intertwined. Adam walked in a slow circle around her, snapping the mini whip with an expert hand.
As the snake kissed and licked her flesh with its fiery tongue, she settled into herself, her feet rooted to the floor, her body opening and surrendering to the erotic pain. Each cutting stroke centered her more fully, bringing her back to her true essence as a powerful, willing submissive. The last, lingering vestiges of anxiety over the prospect of encountering Sir were whipped away, leaving her mind empty and her soul at peace.
When Adam finally lowered his whip arm, Shani tried to open her mouth to beg for more. Her lips had parted, but all she could do was sigh. Her head had fallen back, her eyes closing of their own accord.
She was vaguely aware of the crowd around them applauding as Adam gently disentangled her fingers and lowered her arms to her sides. But she remained unable to move, save for the slow, deep rise and fall of her chest. Her skin stung from the lash, creating a pleasant, warm glow over her entire body. Her muscles felt loose and strong, as if she could run a marathon. But she couldn’t have moved if she’d tried. She was cloaked in the soft gossamer of subspace. She surrendered fully to the sensations, letting the pristine, pure peace enfold her in its embrace.
She came back to earth as Adam led her to the back of the booth. He smoothed balm over her skin with gentle fingers. She smiled up at him as he reached around her to drape a soft towel lightly over her shoulders.
As she sipped from a bottle of water, Adam and Bob handled the long line of customers that had formed after the scene. Most of the customers were in fetish gear, some in full leather regalia, some as naked as Shani. A few of the subs were on their knees, leashes attached to their collars. Sexual energy and excitement were palpable in the air. Adam met Shani’s eye and grinned. She grinned back, delighted.