Page 44 of Hacker Auction

“I’m sorry, Master, but can we stop and discuss if the club needs to see me naked. I’m sure we can come up with another solution.”

“What’s your safe word?”

Her pretty green eyes narrowed, “Unicorn. It’s been the same for the past two months.”

The knife sliced through the bottom of the ribbon. “I’m about to peal this material off your skin. Do you want to use your safe word or finish the demo for the crowd? Look to the side.” Her head swiveled, and I leaned down, so my lips were near her ear. “The crowd is watching you. Your sexy body turns everyone on. Do you want to safeword and not let the crowd see me light your skin on fire?”

My fingers trailed down her body and pushed her g-string to the side. Her sex was dripping wet. “Your pussy is telling a different story from your mouth. If I had to guess, you want nothing more than to strip naked for the crowd. Your body wants it. It seems your mind is the one holding you back. Maybe if I bring you over the edge, you will worry less.”

I pumped my fingers in and out of her sex. Her juices dripped down my fingers. “Fuck do you hear how wet you are?”

Before she could answer, I stripped the corset from her body and tossed it to the side. Then I worked her panties down her body. The crowd moved closer as I moved the tray of cotton balls to the side. I leaned and placed a kiss on Rachelle’s lips. “Ready?”

“Sure.”

I turned my attention to the crowd. Rachelle and I had frequented Club Rose a few times, but a month ago, we showed up, and her mother was tied to a spanking bench, after that she swore off the club. Paxton asked me to do a demo tonight, so I called Rachelle’s dad and asked him not to come.

“First rule of fire play is to have a spotter. Brock is going to assist me tonight. I’ve done this demo more times than I can count, but I still won’t do it unsupervised. As you can see, I stripped my pretty sub naked. Corsets are highly flammable, and I won’t put my sub in harm's way. We’ve established a safe word.”

I grabbed a cotton swab from the bowl. I’d put the right amount of isopropyl on the cotton swab. Brock handed me a wand. “I’m starting on Rachelle’s arm to get her used to the sensation and for her to realize I’m not going to hurt her. Once she is used to the sensation, I’ll demonstrate near her nipples.”

Rachelle whined as I raised the wand. “Ready.”

Her eyes were glued to the wand as I lowered it to her skin. The electric current hit the spot I rubbed on her arm, and a blue flame ignited across her skin. The crowd of people was awed. Rachelle’s brows lifted. “I liked that.”

“Ready for more?”

She nodded, and I made a heart across her stomach and hovered the wand above the part the heart connected. The flame ignited when I pressed the wand to the bottom of the heart.

The crowd of people clapped.

“You can also do this with a flaming flogger. I might do that demonstration another night. I haven’t flogged my sub yet, so I don’t know how she will react. Only do fire play if you know your subs every move.”

I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, as her tongue sneaked out and pressed against my lips. I nipped her lower lip before I pulled back. “Not yet.” I grabbed another white cotton swab. “Ready for the next part?” She nodded, and I swiped the cotton ball around her nipple. Rachelle took a deep breath as I pushed the wand to her breast and watched the blue flame dance across her skin.

“You look sexy as hell tied to this table and under my hand.”

Rachelle blinked a couple of times. “I want you, Master.”

I pinched her nipple between my fingers. “Soon.”

For another half hour, I played with Rachelle’s body on stage until she was on edge, but her orgasm was still mine in private.

When she hit subspace, I stopped the play because she couldn’t tell me if something was wrong. “If anyone has questions, find me later.” I reached over and unlatched her wrists. Rachelle’s hand pressed against my shoulder as I carried her through the crowd to the private room I had reserved in the back.

“Why did you stop?” Rachelle asked. Her words came out a little slurred.

I didn’t answer her until I placed her in the center of the bed. The room had a small fridge with water inside. I grabbed one out and brought it over to the bed. “Drink.”

Rachelle gave me a sassy smile. “So bossy.” But she grabbed the bottle and took a sip. “I’ve been on the pill for two full months. Can we finally have unprotected sex? I want to feel you deep inside me—Master.”

The damn woman would be the death of me. “Yes.” I unbuckled my black dress pants and let them drop to the ground. I was painfully hard and only wanted to be deep insider her, but Rachelle had another idea as she climbed off the bed and dropped to her knees. She glanced up at me with her green eyes. “Can I taste you, Master?”

“Yes.” I ground out as she wrapped her plump lips around me. My hand rested against the wall and the other one tangled in her long locks as she worked my cock inside her mouth. “Rachelle.”

The wicked woman didn’t listen to my warning as she took me deeper in her mouth. Her hands rested against my thigh as she bobbed her head. I couldn’t handle her lips around my cock, any longer I tugged at her hair until her head came back.

I reached down and cupped her under her arms and tossed her on the bed. She smiled at me as I climbed between her legs and pressed my dick against her slit. As Rachelle’s hips lifted off the bed the deeper I sunk.

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