He felt the tension in her body drip away at their obvious admiration. Leaning in, he blew gently in her ear, and she shivered, her nipples tightening even further. He twisted them, pinching slightly, and she groaned. Kinley didn’t have a big pain threshold, but a little pain at the right time turned her on as quickly as any soft touch.
“Take off the skirt.”
He felt her tremble, but this time she didn’t hesitate to pull off the skirt. The murmurs in the crowd as she revealed her waxed pussy made her blush, but she didn’t try to hide herself. A bit of embarrassment was fine. But shame wasn’t something he could ever allow.
After leaving her standing there for a few minutes, he took her hand and led her to the bench.
“Lie on your back, feet in the stirrups,” he ordered. Already his cock was pressed against his jeans. Hard and painful. He needed to calm down a bit if he was going to last long enough to see this punishment through. So, while she moved into place, he took his time with the restraints. He placed cuffs around her delicate wrists Then he moved to the stirrups. They could be adjusted so that her legs could be stretched wide apart. He wrapped a cuff around each of her ankles, checking to make certain they weren’t too tight then drew the stirrups apart, locking them in place so she was spread wide—on display.
She made a small murmur of displeasure, and he glanced into her face. Her eyes were screwed shut, her face bright red.
He ran his hand over the firm globes of her ass, which hung off the edge of the bench. They no longer showed any sign of his previous spanking.
Well, that was about to change.
She was certain he was doing it on purpose. Drawing things out, moving slowly so everyone could see her hoo-ha. It wasn’t like plenty of people hadn’t seen her pussy, but generally by the time things got to that stage, she was well past the point of embarrassment and moved onto wanting him to fuck her so badly she would have said or done anything to facilitate it.
He moved away so everyone could to have their fill, fiddling with the instruments he’d laid out. She knew he was doing it on purpose. The rat.
She’d been shocked when he’d ordered her to strip. She’d never stripped like that in public. Bad enough doing it when they were in the privacy of his bedroom or one of the rooms upstairs. But then she’d heard those words of admiration from the other Doms.
Had they really meant them?
She’d heard the clear desire in their voices. . . for her. It had filled her with a confidence she rarely felt.
She licked her dry lips. But now that she was lying down, with her legs spread wide, she couldn’t help but feel self-conscious over her nudity once more.
“Open your eyes, darlin’, there’s no hiding from this.”
Damn it. Was he trying to make things impossible for her tonight? She opened her eyes to glare at him.
His lips twitched. “You know, it’s never a good idea to glare at your Dom when he’s holding a butt plug.”
She glanced down at his hands, her eyes widening when she saw the enormous plug. He really couldn’t be intending to stick that inside her.
“Especially not when it’s about to be pushed inside your back passage, and he’s busy trying to decide how much lube to use.”
Holy shit.
“All the lube. He needs to use all the lube in the dungeon.”
Cause there was no way that things was fitting up inside her. Uh-uh, not happening.
“Sh,” he crooned to her, and she realized she’d let out a low whimper. “You know you can take this.” Do I? Really?
He squirted some lube onto the tip of two of his fingers, holding them up as though to examine them. It was all for show, of course. Sloan loved a crowd. Kinley, not so much.
She realized now how gently he’d been introducing her to BDSM. But these last few weeks had been different. He’d been demanding more from her.
And after an initial period of unease and embarrassment, she’d realized how much she enjoyed it. How much it added to her pleasure.
He wanted to do more medical play in public. The idea of it had made her a bit uncomfortable in the beginning, but her needs and desires were changing. She was changing.
He moved between her open legs and a finger over her pussy lips.
He raised one eyebrow. “Hmm, you’re pre
tty wet for someone protesting the size of her punishment plug.”