Page 42 of Betrayed

“Your furrowed brow and pretty pout said it all.”

Purposefully smoothing her features, and failing as noted by his soft laugh, she gave him a disgruntled look. “And if I’d chosen my house or the back of my shop?”

“The latter must definitely be explored, but in either case, my club bag is in my car.”

Her brows shot up before a gentle laugh floated up from her throat, not at all surprised that he was so well prepared. “I don’t suppose you were an Eagle Scout as a boy growing up in France?”

“No merit badges in my history, sorry. I learned my preparedness skills serving in the Royal Navy where I also became proficient with knots.”

He took her cuffed wrists and linked them then raised them over her head and tied them with a length of rope, also produced from the nightstand to the headboard. When he was done, he sat back on his heels.

“A perfectly executed mooring hitch.” He captured her chin in his hand, rubbing his thumb across her lower lip lightly. “It will keep you where I put you, but with a single tug I can have you free.”

“Mm, you would have made an excellent Eagle Scout, sir. And I imagine you would have looked cute in your short pants and neckerchief. A pity.”

“Is that sass I hear?” He reached back into the drawer. “Because I also stashed a few other things I thought might be needed to curtail the naughty streak I’m getting glimpses of.”

From the seemingly bottomless drawer, he withdrew a ball gag, a short flogger with very few falls, and another made of a bunch of loops.

“I chose these with the neighbors in mind. We wouldn’t want our play interrupted by the police.” He met her eyes. “You are familiar with these?”

She shook her head. “No, sir, I’m not.”

“Mm, then let me educate you.”He held up the gag. “This you’ve seen, surely.”

“I was referring to the floggers. I’ve never...”

“I’m surprised. I heard the loopy Johnny was quite popular in the States.” He shrugged. “The rubber loops will sting, a lot, but it’s quiet and suitable for hotel play, I’m told.”

He took up the short flogger with the twelve-inch-long red lashes next. “This is a martinet, which dates back to Louis XIV times, and a rather stern general who was known as a strict disciplinarian. Maybe I’m the sentimental sort because of the history, but it is my favorite flogger by far. This is also on the more severe end of the spectrum because the falls are square, not the flat strips you’re probably more used to. This gives it a stronger bite that I know you will enjoy. Either way, you’ll become accustomed to its sting, since I’m partial to it, unless the Johnny proved to be superior.”

She swallowed as he whisked the tails of the martinet across her breasts and down her belly. With his free hand, he separated her thighs, exposing the moisture that had gathered there. She could feel the cool waft of the AC teasing her wet skin. Softly, he slapped the tips in a teasing caress against her pussy.

“I can see you like the toys I’ve chosen. I’ll probably enjoy these even more than you, but don’t fret. There is something in here I selected especially for you.”

Again, he returned to the drawer and pulled out a vibrator, or so she thought at first, but on second glance, she wasn’t so sure.

“One of the mistresses at the club recommended this little gem. She called it a triple threat. As you can see, it has a vibe for your clit and is insertable in both holes. Mistress Lorraine says it far outperforms the rabbit, and if you don’t come screaming at least four times consecutively, I should demand a replacement, because mine is obviously defective.”

“Four,” she breathed, her eyes wide.

“Yes, four,” he repeated with a grin, “and that doesn’t include the others that I will induce unassisted.”

When he switched on the purple, three-pronged toy, the long phallic-shaped piece in the center gyrated in concentric circles. Another click, and the petals in front fluttered rapidly, like the clit stimulator on the rabbit she had at home.

Neither was unusual, nor threatening as the name implied, until she considered the third vibe. It was longer than the petals, but not quite as lengthy or thick as the center prong, and it had spaced rings resembling anal beads. All three inside her at once, pulsating and whirling away would shoot her straight to the stratosphere. And knowing sadists as she did, Arturo would undoubtedly forbid her from coming, which would be nigh on impossible.

Holy mercy!

She had little time to dwell on it because, the demonstration apparently over, he switched them off. Nudging her thighs wide with his knees, he lowered the ominous-looking toy to her pussy. It slid right in, an easy task as sopping wet as she was.

The rear prong slid in easily, too, needing no more lubricant than had already trickled down from her pussy. The clit vibrator lined up perfectly as he spread her lips with his fingers. Then, with a few clicks, the thing came to life, and damn her evil sadist. He didn’t start out at low speed, or even medium; he set it to supersonic.

“Oh my god!” she cried, her hips arching to get away from the stimuli, while seeking more of it at the same time.

“That’s what I thought you’d say,” he said with a chuckle. “No coming ’til I say so,” he added, as if on cue.

“I won’t make it, sir,” she wailed as the vibe in her ass moved in counter-sync with the one in her pussy. “I’m almost there now.”

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