Page 112 of Vow to Hate You

He moved away, and I witnessed another dancer handing him something before he went back behind me. My pussy clenched as I impatiently waited to see what he was going to do next. There were dancers still moving to the beat, making sure to keep the platforms in view of everyone.

The toy buzzed again, the loud music swallowing my cry. I writhed against the restraints, the vibrations working me up. This time it didn’t stop, and being immobile made it far more difficult to get close to the edge. I sucked in breaths, my legs shaking in the cuffs. Inside, I was losing it all to the pleasure, but thanks to the spreader bar, no one would know by looking at me. My attention shifted when something foreign grazed my ass cheek.

“The second toy we’re showing you tonight is a crop. If anyone wants to know what it feels like against your skin, there will be dancers choosing from the audience. Make sure theyknow you want to participate.” The announcer had to speak his next words even louder to be heard above the clapping and yelling. “Remember the rules—clothes stay on in here.” A few laughs met his words. “This toy can be used to tease lightly…or it can pack quite a sting if your partner craves a bit of pain with their pleasure.”

Something touched the back of my neck softly before it was trailed down my spine. The smooth material had me guessing it was the tip of the crop. Goosebumps flushed over my skin when he grazed it featherlight over my ribs. I squirmed, unable to handle all the sensations as the toy kept vibrating on my clit.

The touch of the crop was suddenly gone, and a moment later, a hot sting traveled over my ass when I was hit with it. It was impossible to hear anything over the music, making the anticipation only grow. The toy finally stopped, giving me a much-needed break from the constant building pleasure.

When the crop met my ass a second time, my stomach clenched with need. Damian’s warm hand rubbed away the lingering sting as I clenched my fists. My muscles were straining from being unable to move, but the waves of ecstasy didn’t stop between the sporadic buzzing of the toy and the crop.

I bit my tongue when the vibrations seemed to grow stronger. The crop cracked down on my ass again, making my muscles tighten as my orgasm hovered right near the edge. I squeezed my eyes closed, a strangled moan escaping me when his palm smacked my other ass cheek. His fingers dug into my skin, and that was when I shattered. The delicious pleasure rolled through me, the toy prolonging it as it stayed on.

My limbs burned as I fought to move, soaking in every wave that hit me until it gradually subsided. His hand left me, and I blinked my eyes open to see him staring at me as he crouched down, his eyes dark with need.

“You’re locked down so tight, I almost missed your orgasm,” he murmured, grabbing my ponytail to keep my stare on him. “What did I tell you earlier, Talie?”

Still coming down from my high, my mind was still nothing but a haze. “I don’t remember.”

“Count.”

My eyes widened. “Seriously? You want me to count my orgasms?”

His stare was enough to know he expected an answer. The announcer was speaking in the background about different types of crops, but it all faded into the background as my attention stayed on my husband.

“One,” I said hoarsely.

“Good girl. Next time I want you to scream it so I know the moment you come. Don’t worry about anyone else hearing it. With the music, it’ll stay between us.” He tugged on my hair. “Ready for another one?”

He didn’t give me a chance to answer before he disappeared again. His hands landed on my ass a few seconds later, and I groaned as he massaged me. I was sure my skin was bright red from the crop.

“Who in here has heard of a flogger?” the announcer asked, pausing as women cheered in answer. “This fun little toy is a good beginner for impact play. Don’t be fooled though, it can still redden your partner’s ass—or anywhere else on their body where you decide to inflict a little or a lot of pain. Use it for pleasure or punishment.”

The image of a flogger went through my mind. I knew they had multiple thin straps of leather attached to a handle but had never had one used on me. Until now.

The bite of the flogger was vastly different from the crop. When it slapped against my ass, a jolt of pleasure whipped through me. This time, he didn’t pause. One, two, three, fourtimes the flogger connected with my skin until he switched to the other side doing the same thing. The toy on my clit buzzed to life, the two sensations merging, stealing my breath. He then dragged the tips of the flogger down my back, so lightly it was almost ticklish. I thrashed against the cuffs of the spreader bar, the stimulation almost too much to handle. If I wasn’t restrained, I easily would have come again already, but my body had to work harder when I couldn’t move.

He focused on my ass again, slapping the flogger gently at first, each swat getting harder and harder. Soon, my skin was on fire, but in such an exquisite way. The vibrator kept going, making my pussy throb, my body begging to reach a climax again. I cursed under my breath. Damian was edging me without lying a hand on me.

“No,” I whimpered when the toy stopped buzzing. I’d been so fucking close. Once again, Damian rubbed my hot skin, and I sagged in the spreader bar, relishing in the massage.

“Our last toy of the night is the classic paddle,” the guy spoke into the microphone as the song changed again. “Does this one need any explanation?”

The screaming and cheers seemed far away as my clit was assaulted with vibrations again. I stiffened, the buzzing wracking my body. The paddle spanked against my ass lightly, as if Damian knew I was still sore from the flogger. His next hits were just as soft. Between that and the toy, my climax crept up as my chest heaved with heavy breaths.

A scream tore from my throat as I fell over the edge again. My pussy pulsed as the waves of pleasure swarmed me. My limbs were trembling, and I writhed in the cuffs, unable to escape the vibrations as the toy kept going.

His hand was the next thing to spank me, and I yelped as the sting traveled over my skin. He gripped my ass, and I realized why he spanked me.

“Two,” I nearly yelled, my face burning. Why he wanted me to count my orgasms was beyond me.

He began rubbing the sting away, making it clear he heard me. I writhed, trying to catch my breath as the toy kept buzzing away. For something so small, it had a lot of fucking life in it. My poor clit wasn’t getting a break, and it was almost too much.

“I hope you can fight it.” Damian’s voice was right in my ear as he leaned over the platform. “You’re only getting three orgasms tonight, wife. I still haven’t bent you over my desk. You wouldn’t want to end this night stuck on the edge, would you?”

I swallowed thickly. I attempted to shift my body to dislodge the vibe, but it was impossible to move an inch in this damn spreader bar.

“The dancers will choose a lucky few to bring on the stage to test out these toys,” the announcer said. “Please give it up for our demonstrators.”

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