He switched it on and she gave a low groan. Her breath grew faster as he gave her another smack with his hand against her round cheeks. Fuck. That looked so delicious. He slapped his hand down several times until her entire ass was pink.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” She wiggled on the bench. And he knew she was trying to find that spot that would send her flying. He reached under and turned the wand off.
“Ohhh, nooo,” she groaned.
“Kitten, do you really think you deserve to come when you’re being punished?”
She shuddered, let out a sobbing breath. “B-but you spanked me.”
He snorted. “We both know that wasn’t punishment. Your pussy is glistening. If I gave your clit a few flicks right now, you’d go off. But you aren’t coming tonight without my permission, little kitten.”
She made mewling noise.
“Poor kitten.” He cupped her mound. “So hot. So in need. If you hadn’t been naughty, you’d already be coming.”
She let out another cry as he pumped his finger in and out of her tight passage. His cock was hard. He needed to be inside her desperately.
He added another finger and she arched up as far as she could, trying to take more of him.
“Be still,” he ordered, pulling his fingers free to give her ass another couple of taps. He walked over to grab the paddle. It would sting, but it was a good one for beginners. Or that’s what Master James had told them when he’d held a session on paddles, whips, and other toys. It had been a very enlightening lesson. And Keira hadn’t even been able to wait until she got home to slake her need for him. He’d had to pull over into a quiet parking lot and bring her to orgasm with his fingers.
Of course, she’d returned the favor when they’d gotten home, by sucking him off as soon as they were in the door.
Fuck, he couldn’t think about that right now or he was going to embarrass himself.
Saxon gave him a minute nod. “You seem to have this well under control, Master Julian.”
He tried not to look too pleased at the other man’s praise.
“If you ever want me to find someone to top you, though, please let me know.”
“Top me? I don’t want to be topped.” He frowned at the other man.
Saxon just gave him a look. Julian swallowed but decided to ignore that voice inside him that called him a liar.
He turned back to his kitten, right as he heard a furious roar rock through the club.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” Joel snapped, turning away from Julian.
He stepped to the side, to look around Joel and froze in shock.
What the hell?
2
“Julian? What’s going on?” Keira asked.
Immediately, guilt and anger filled him. Shit, his first duty was to Keira, always. And right now, she was tied up, vulnerable and unable to see Cole Saxon bearing down on them. His gorgeous, normally cold and calm face was filled with a fury, unlike anything Julian had ever witnessed before.
“It’s okay, kitten,” he soothed, putting the paddle back and moving over to her. He had a feeling their play was at an end for the night. He hastily drew her panties up. Then grabbed her skirt and pulled it over her ass, wanting her to feel covered as Cole drew closer.
Joel stepped forward, blocking his path. “What are you doing here, Cole? I didn’t think this was your scene?”
“I don’t have to come to some club and fuck in public in order to get off,” Cole sneered at him.
“You know where the door is,” Joel spat at him. “Fucking leave. And don’t come back.”
It was the most rattled Julian had ever seen Joel. Not that he knew the other man well.