Page 29 of Twisted Bonds
I glance around. "Oh, your friend is here? Where are they?"
"You're looking at her…" Domina states, smiling delightedly.
Sixteen
Ryan
"Pardon me?' I glance back and forth between Domme and Dom. "You are the friend that Sir was talking about?"
Domina's sultry laugh carries past us, and others glance our way. "Do you have a problem with me doing it?"
"Oh, no, Domina. Not you personally, but I…" I stammer, unable to find the right words to avoid offending her.
That's how I ended up in a dimly lit room, kneeling in the Nadu pose before Sir while we wait for Domina. I wasn't sure what to think when I found out she was the Domme Bain spoke of. It's not the whipping that I'm hesitant about. It's the part that comes later.Would I even be able to orgasm by a woman's hand?
Bain comes to stand before me. With my head bowed the way Domina likes her submissives, I can only see his shins and black Oxfords on his feet. I feel his hand come down on my head, caressing the crown. Just his touch alone causes my nipples to harden and a spark to ignite in my center.
"Such a pretty girl," he says softly. "This will make for a beautiful scene. Are you sure you want to go through with this? You can still back out, and I will take you to another room and give you what you need. I won't deny you anything, pretty girl. Not tonight."
"Will it please, Sir, if I stayed and experienced Domina's whip?" I ask him as my pulse picks up.
"Look at me, Ryan," Bain orders.
What he has to say is profound if he's using my name here and now. I lift my head, and my breath catches. Bain is bare-chested with his belt undone and the button to his dress pants open. The thin strip of hair leading to the jewels I've come to love so much only heightens the mood, firing up the endorphins I know will be running through my system shortly.
When my eyes travel up to meet his dark ones, they pause for my perusal of his well-defined abs and broad chest. His arms can easily lift me and flip me over any way without even straining. The hands attached to said arms can do such delicious things to my body that I do believe they could be the Eighth Wonder of the World. He's smirking by the time my eyes finally get to his, which also dance with amusement.
"This part isn't for me, Ryan. The whipping—that's all for you, so it's your choice. You do know that this is a viewing room for the voyeurs. They will be out there, looking in, and most will be getting off to watching you get whipped." He squats to my level and cups my cheek. "They will also watch you get pleasured by Domina."
I don't know how or why, but the thought of being watched doessomethingto my lady bits. Unlike with the D'Angelos, I have a choice this time and maybe that's the difference. I study him briefly and then ask, "Do you like watching women get off by other women, Sir?"
Getting turned on by it isn't a bad thing. Everyone has their own kinks. I'm just curious as to what it is that gets Bain off. I know of a few things, but we've never gone in depth over everything.
Bain smirks, responding softly, "Not in the sense that you think." His hand slowly drops from my cheek and travels across my skin. "For a while now, I've craved to sit back and watch as you get pleasure. I want your eyes on me. I want my face in your vision while someone else gets your body prepared to be taken by meafteryou come for them. I want them to witness how beautiful you are when you let go and allow yourself to float on the waves of euphoria," he says, and goes back to watching his hand as he unhurriedly brushes the backs of his fingers across my nipples.
"Then, they are going to watch me fuck you, pretty girl; just the way you like me to and I'm going take you back to the same place that the Domme will take you to. Domina had plans for you." Bain grins. "She so wanted tomake you squirt as she whipped you. She had it happen once and tries every chance she gets to do it again."
"That's why you were edging me, Sir?" I frown.
"Yes…"
"If I may, Sir, I'd much rather keep something ofthatmagnitude private and with you, alone," I tell him.
His eyes darken as he swallows hard. "I'm more than good with that, pretty girl."
Domina walks in with her kitty on a leash. When my eyes meet the Domme's, I realize my mistake instantly when Domina's beautiful face hardens, and she scolds me, "Eyes down, pretty girl!"
Bain leans in, kisses my temple, and then softly encourages me, "Be a good girl. I'm right here, baby."
Excitement drums through me at the thought of feeling the whip's sting soon. I'm a bit nervous for afterwards, never having had a woman touch me so intimately before. Aside from my gynecologist doing an exam, no woman has been in that vicinity. Although I'd be lying if I said I have no interest in experiencing the difference between a woman's and a man's touch.
It's not like it will be such a hardship to have a beautiful Domme touch me the way a woman wants to be touched. I've heard that women feel so much better when another woman goes down on them because a woman knows what a woman wants. I'm going to find out exactly how accurate that thought process is. I'm in Italy, for fuck's sake; why not try new things here. After all, I always have my safe word.
"Look at me, pretty girl."
I open my lids and focus on Sir, the rapturous feeling my body is experiencing is a whole new level. I barely felt the kiss of Domina's whip until she was about eight lashes in. Typically, I feel it by the third. That's not to say that Bain doesn't know how to use it because he does. Domina just takes a different approach to it. I'm soaked. I've just reached twenty-two lashes and need just a few more.
However, I can feel my body starting to hit that plane called subspace. I've entered it a few times, and I love the feeling of it, but I know that once I hit it, Bain won't touch me, not in that sense anyway, and I desperatelyneed to feel him inside me. My pussy is crying out to be stuffed; it feels so empty.
