It took a few minutes to get everyone readjusted. She had Hannah untie Ralph so he could sit up and watch. Donovan stripped off his suit coat and shirt, but kept his pants firmly in place. His collar looked damned good against his skin with those silky expensive pants covering his lower half. Lilly went through the toys the Hamiltons had brought. She hated to use anyone else’s equipment, but she knew they hadn’t owned any of the tools for long. The crop was still stiff and hardly used at all. Lilly would be surprised if the other woman had even picked it up. It was too grim, too harsh, for where she was in her BDSM journey.
Watching Donovan, she experimentally bent the crop between her hands, testing its flexibility. “It’s pretty stiff. It’s going to be a sharp cut.”
His eyes were already darker, his nostrils flaring with every breath. “Maybe we ought to carry over the count from yesterday then.”
“Are you sure about that, lover boy? Because your dirty mouth really offended me yesterday, and you also told me no.”
“That’s an automatic ten, then, at least.”
“Ten it is.” She smiled and let her voice go husky. “I’ll forgive your other offenses because you used that dirty mouth so very well. Do you want to be bound?”
His gaze flickered to the watchers. “No.”
Nodding, she used the crop to point where she wanted him.
He bent over the table, gripping the far edge for leverage. He shifted his lower body until he was braced with both feet on the floor, his upper body flat and waiting for her attention.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The sight of him waiting, wanting her lash, was enough to arouse her. She turned to Hannah and Ralph, letting them see her reaction. She knew her color was high, her nipples were hard and firm, probably visible through her T-shirt. She licked her lips, another deliberate sign of desire. “When we’re at home, he strips completely, but for his modesty, he’s keeping his pants on today. It’s a pity, because I dearly love whipping his firm, tight ass. He truly is magnificent under those trousers.”
Hannah’s eyes were wide and she clutched her husband’s hand tightly.
Donovan muttered something beneath his breath. Probably threatening something dire. Which only made Lilly laugh.
“Yes, dear, just a moment.” She gave an experimental blow to her thigh. The leather cut nicely through her jeans, a burn she could easily feel despite the heavy denim.I’m going to have to really watch it or he won’t make it to ten without needing to come, and I don’t want to do that to him in front of them.
“When I look at him, Hannah, I see…” She had to stop and catch her breath, all teasing forgotten. “I see his need. Heneedsto feel the pain as much as he needs to breathe. It’s like a toothache that never goes away, growing worse and worse every day. No root canal can take away the pain. Just me. I can do this for him. I love hearing the sound the crop makes on his flesh. I love the way he groans. I love to know I can drive him out of his mind with need. I want to do this for him because I love him. I love him with my whole heart.”
He trembled, a soft helpless sound escaping his throat.
“I’m going to punish you now, Donovan. Is that what you want?”
His breathing quickened with anticipation. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Remember your safeword.”
He turned his head slightly so he could glare at her over his shoulder. “I won’t need it.”
“We’ll see.” She tapped his back lightly with the tip of the crop and he quivered like a horse trying to shake a fly. “Even though I know he’s more than ready, I have to start gently. All pain without the buildup isn’t arousing. It just hurts. Sometimes I like to touch him a little first.” She smoothed her palm down his spine and he lifted into her caress. “This is especially good when I have him bound and he can’t move. It helps make the bondage, the helplessness, more real in his head. If he can’t move to deepen my caress, even though it feels good, he’s not going to be able to escape the lash.”
She noticed the other couple holding hands, which gave her another idea. “Hannah, put your submissive where you want him. Don’t worry about bonds for now. Don’t worry about technique or blows. Just touch him, like I’m touching Donovan.”
Lilly stoked her palm up and down his back, even slipping down to knead his buttocks and the backs of his thighs, drawing a low groan from him. “Handle him hard, Hannah. He can take it and it’s unexpected from a woman. Touch him with confidence and surety. He’s yours. Every part of his body is yours. Let him feel how strong you are. Squeeze him with all your strength, all your love and determination.”
She must be doing it because Ralph let out a soft moan too. Much better than the boring attempt at discipline earlier.
“Now we’re going to begin by warming up. Give him a few gentle love taps with the tails. Softer than your hands were. No snap, no noise, just the touch and promise.” Matching her words, she rubbed the crop up and down Donovan’s back, trailing the tip down his shoulder all the way down to his knuckles gripping the table so determinedly. Lightly, she tapped each knuckle. “No pain, not yet. This should be a sweet promise of what’s to come.”
She checked to see how Hannah was doing. She was more relaxed, stroking her husband’s back with one hand and the leather tails in her other. Finally, she almost looked like she was enjoying it. Good.
“Feel the heat, Hannah. Feel his skin beneath your hand. Rub up against him to torment yourself. He’s yours. If he’s not arousing you, use him until you are. That’s what he’s there for. If you’re not enjoying it, don’t start walloping away at him. If you’re hoping to arouse him, you’ve got to be aroused yourself.”
“I don’t feel you pressed up against me,” Donovan whispered. He’d turned his head so he could watch her, his cheek pressed to his biceps so he didn’t have to hold up his head. “How am I supposed to know if you’re aroused?”
“Is this better?” She leaned against his buttocks, using her weight to pin him against the table. She even stretched out on top of him, laying her arms along his. “Besides, you know I’m always turned on when it comes to you.”