Page 271 of Chandelier Sin
Within a minute, I’d secured Eve to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
I understood her reasoning. She’d had to fake displeasure before, convey disgust for what I’d done to her. Now, Eve was showing everyone that she loved what I did to her. She adored each stroke of the whip, each lick of the cane, each caress of the Wartenberg Wheel and strike of the paddle.
We both knew all eyes remained fixed on us.
We were mesmerizing, holding the room captive.
Jake and Greyson were also in the room, observing their friend take a leap into Pendulum’s dark side.
Or maybe they still hadn’t guessed Eve’s identity.
Pride surged through me that this beauty had chosen me for this privilege, to be the one to touch and caress her, to dare to kiss her.
To fuck her with a commanding force.
But not yet…
I stole kiss after kiss, proving she was mine.
I coveted her, even though I owned her.
Fervently, I traced her every curve, heightening this spectacle to the level she deserved, beyond what most Doms would do. I forgot about my own pleasure for now and focused solely on hers.
Suckling and devouring every part of her, I explored every contour and crevice, revealing the secrets of her divine femininity, every touch etching a hymn of lust upon her canvas.
I adored the way she responded to me, the way she lulled and spaced out as I secured the nipple clamps. Admiring how well she shimmied beneath my attention, I worshipped her flawlessness.
With firm hands, I parted her labia and began a furious thrumming of her clit, needing to see her soaking wet. Her thighs grew damp, proving she was ready to be pounded hard by my aching cock.
Even though we were in a mock session, I needed her to enjoy it, needed her to take all she could from this experience. There would be no guessing if was real or not when it was over.
For the first time in my life, I felt a surge of jealousy that others were taking pleasure from our session. This sacred act deserved to be hidden way, captured in a room with no voyeurs.
Even so, this was what she’d asked for and I had to trust her desires. I continued by utilizing the vibrator with an enchanting finesse, casting an erotic spell that not only summoned pleasure, but illuminated the ecstasy of lust with a brilliance that would impress even the most seasoned couple.
I offered up a master class on pleasure.
For this woman, I conjured a symphony that transcended the notes of a renowned score, using nuanced movements to translate love into a breathtaking dance of passion and play, leaving the audience in awe as I took Eve all the way to euphoria with pleasure and muted pain.
Ours was a session that would remain in the annuls of Pendulum’s history long after my final touch.
With a low voice, I soothed Eve, talking to her, coaxing her, keeping our words private between us.
I teased her with demands, giving her orders and strictly controlling her tremors, her reactions, her moans.
“Good girls get to come,” I said for the audience, a Dom’s voice betraying or praising to elicit the best response.
She indeed came hard, screaming her orgasm like it might take her very soul. Weaving a tapestry of rapture, her every cry sounded like she was transcending into the sublime.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “It’s time.”
With a quick scan of the audience, I saw that Jewel had indeed joined us. She, too, appeared enraptured by us, or perhaps she saw through our charade. Even so, from that quick glimpse I knew she couldn’t tear her eyes off us.
With my mastery unfolding like a choreographed ballet, I closed in on Eve and lifted her thighs around my waist. With a calculated thrust, I entered her. She was wet and slick and captured me within her tight pussy.
With my continuous pounding, I easily controlled the majestic force of my body with an artistry that spoke of years of experience in conquering the female form. She screamed as she came again, both of us rising to a crescendo of pleasure together.
It was different this time.
