Page 169 of Enthrall Ecstasy
The first strike on my butt was gentle, more of tap with the flat of a wooden paddle, as though testing my endurance. A hit to my sex sent a shock of pleasure through me, my arousal increasing.
“Look straight ahead,” Sir demanded.
He didn’t want me to see who was wielding the paddle. My imagination was running wild.
Feeling the tension of holding this position and wanting to please him—please them—I tried to remain quite still.
I’d been deemed worthy enough for Chrysalis—deemed ready for this private party where the elite roamed. I wanted others to have no doubts that I could perform to their standards.
The paddle increased in tempo against my flesh, as though whoever was spanking me had been briefed to go easy.
This certainly wasn’t how it had been at Majestic, where punishment came in severe forms. Afterward, I’d been showcased for the welts on my flesh.
These strikes fell into a delicious rhythm; now and again striking my pussy with a moderate thrash, causing me to swoon with the pleasure of it.
Heat spread across my cheeks.
My face flamed behind my masquerade mask.
Falling into the rhythm of the paddle, I let go, trusting my master to know how much I could take. Relaxing, allowing myself to enjoy the combination of light and dark, of heat and cold where the strikes did not find me.
A command was called out—an order to cease.
For the first time I could remember, I moaned because my punishment had stopped. The chain around my neck tugged me sideways and I continued to walk beside my Dom. I wanted to turn around but the way I was led dissuaded me from looking back.
Glancing left, I saw a blonde submissive sitting in a high-backed chair, her legs wide and leaning over the armrests, exposing her. Her thighs were strapped in so she couldn’t move.
An elegant dominatrix was spanking the sub’s pussy with her hand, tapping away at her fast. The sub squirmed in her seat, jaw slack, her moans rising over the music.
When she appeared to be close to release, the spanking slowed as though to draw out her climax. Her arousal soaked her sex, leaving her thighs wet, looking deliciously erotic.
“You like that?” asked Sir.
I suddenly felt self-conscious.
Because of him…
I wanted to please him.
We continued to stroll down hallways with Sir leading me on by that silver chain.
Until we reached a certain door.
He stepped forward and planted a kiss on my forehead.
“I want to give you everything,” he said. “And for that I can’t continue with you. I must let you go on alone.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’m…fond of you,” he admitted. “Totally my fault. It means I am compromised with what I can offer you. What you need. What you are asking for.”
I’d asked for so very much.
“They know you don’t tolerate pain well. What they can give you is everything you asked of us. There will be no ending of pleasure. You’ll be cycled through orgasms. Only when you are sated will you leave the room.”
Confusion flooded through me. “What’s behind the door?”
“Not what, Rue…who.”
