Page 132 of The Breaking Point

The bartender poured my drink and handed it to me. When I tried to pay, he waved a hand. “It’s on the house.”

“Well, then, thank you, again.”

“It seems like you’re getting back into the groove. These last few games have been great for you.”

I smiled. “Well, finding the love of my life definitely helped. I call her my good luck charm.”

The bartender nodded. “Makes sense. Love looks good on you. Congrats, man.”

We had chatted for a bit longer, mostly about hockey, when I spotted a woman in red in my peripheral vision. After I finished my drink, I went to find my prey.

Grace was wearing a red-lace number that made my blood pound just seeing her in it. She had her hair up, with only a few tendrils falling to her shoulders. She also wore a matching red mask and red stiletto heels that I couldn’t wait to see up in the air as I fucked her.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” I said. I gazed from the tips of Grace’s toes to her face, lingering on her breasts. “With tits like those, I would’ve remembered you for sure.”

Grace laughed lightly. “Is that supposed to be a pickup line, sir?”

“Well, it seems to be picking you up.”

She grinned, then looked over my shoulder. “There are lots of men here I could choose from. What makes you so special?”

“I know how to make a woman scream. I bet you like to be spanked, tied up, and gagged. You want a man to take control of you.” I leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her hair. “You look like you cream your panties whenever you imagine being used.”

Grace was breathing hard now. “You sound so sure of yourself.”

“I can see your nipples hardening already. Your cheeks are flushed. I bet if I reached into your panties, my hand would be soaked.”

She swallowed, then turned away. “It sounds like you need to show me first. Words are easy. Lots of guys say they’re amazing in bed, but then they end up being two-pump chumps.”

I growled. “You’re playing with fire, my dear.”

“Oh good. Sounds fun.”

I leaned her head back and nipped at her throat. She shuddered. When I palmed her breasts and rubbed her nipples through the lace fabric of her bra, she moaned.

“I want to show everybody how I can make you scream,” I said.

Grace nodded. “Yes. Please.”

“And you remember the safe word?”

“Galoshes. Let’s go.”

We got a room where others could watch us. My blood thrummed, my excitement increasing as we went into the room. We couldn’t see anyone on the other side of the double mirror. In other rooms that I’d been in, you could see who was watching you, but not in this one. Knowing there would be voyeurs was erotic enough, though. I didn’t need to see anyone’s face but Grace’s this time.

I came up behind Grace, squeezing her breasts as I kissed her neck. I pushed her bra up, wanting people to see her pretty little tits and how bright red her nipples were.

I cupped her pussy, groaning when I felt how hot she was already. She panted as I rubbed her.

But I was getting ahead of myself. I made her sit down and then went to where the whips hung. I chose a riding crop, testing it and smiling at the sound it made.

I then bound Grace’s hands, blindfolded her and gagged her. I had her kneel on a couch and pulled her panties to her ankles. Her ass in the air, I began using the riding crop on her.

She squealed when the first crack of the whip smacked against her ass. Red bloomed across white skin. I rubbed the spot I’d hit before whipping the other cheek.

God, seeing her covered in red marks turned me on like nothing else. Grace kept trying to look back at me, but with her blindfold, she never knew where I’d be. I made sure to keep my slaps a surprise, making her think I’d stopped before using the riding crop on her.

I whipped her until she collapsed onto the couch, her body boneless, her moans turning hoarse.

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