Page 47 of Various Intentions
Mistress Slade’s gaze landed on the plum-colored Docs.
“Yes.” She sighed and stepped back from my beautiful boy. “Alors. I must let you go. Thank you for allowing me the merest taste of your beauty.”
I placed a hand on Mistress Slade’s shoulder.
“If you would permit me?” I said, leaning in and waiting for a smile before I brought my lips to hers. We kissed for a long moment, my nose picking up hints of pachouli and incense.
When we parted, I glanced at Vincent, who seemed entranced to see me kissing a woman. Beforehim, it had been only women, and now I was partnered withtwomen. Body parts made no difference to me, in the end.
I kissed Mistress Slade’s cheek and squeezed her hand. “We should move on. Bye, Jamie,” I said, giving the young man a wave. He was tidying himself up and peeking at Matteo, who stood watching.
I snapped my fingers. “Matteo. Come.”
He immediately obeyed.
“Sir, I—” Matteo began.
“Yes? Are you all right?”
“Yes, Sir. But am I to be led around naked all evening?”
“If it suits me.”
His body vibrated as he chuckled, and I glanced behind me to see him smile.
“Yes, Sir.”
I raised his hand to my lips and kissed the back of it. “Do you know how proud you make me?”
“I like to please you.”
“You do please me. Normally it’s by making delicious meals for us. At the moment it’s by allowing me to show you off.” I glanced down his naked body. “All of you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Vincent took Matteo’s other hand and whispered, “Me, too.”
Matteo blushed and looked infinitely pleased. “Well, then,” he said.
Matteo was a seasoned submissive and comfortable with public nudity. It didn’t take long for the goings-on around us to cause a renewal of lust and the return of a sizeable erection. We were the subject of much interest, with Matteo unclothed, Vincent in his metallic jeans and purple boots and me in my velvet jacket and leather pants.
We watched a young woman bent over a table and soundly paddled by her male Dom. And two young men in intricate shibari harnesses, suspended from a frame in a sixty-nine position give each other pleasure to the point of completion.
That one earned much applause from the crowd of watchers.
Next, mummification and forced orgasms, flogging and finally, a delicious red-headed boy in the stocks who was the subject of much admiration as he was teased and caned by his equally attractive, blond Dom.
The Dom wielded the tool with care, because such a powerful implement could overwhelm a submissive if wielded without a certain level of skill. I didn’t use them myself, but they had their place. The cane, in this instance, was a slim rattan object with a black handle—springy and would deal quite the sting, but not the harsh thump intrinsic to a heavier material.
The Dom looked to be about my age, with as slim a build as his boy in the stocks. I say ‘boy’ but, of course, the red-headed darling looked to be in his early twenties. He squealed each time a strike of the cane landed on his pert buttocks, and it left a bright red mark for several moments. The boy’s Dom would give him three spaced strikes, then massage and soothe him, then slip a finger or two up his ass, to a lovely auditory soundtrack from his submissive, then deal three more strikes—and so on.
Vincent shuddered as he watched. His gaze met mine and his lips parted.
“You can speak if you want. Both of you. No need to stay silent as long as you are respectful.”
“That’s so damn hot,” Vincent murmured, his gaze on the redheaded submissive.
“Yes,” I agreed. I cocked my head. “Would you be interested in trying something like that sometime?” I was curious.
