Page 95 of Role Play
Beside me, Lucy gasped—just a tiny little noise, but I heard it all the same. I pulled her tighter into my side as she moved to back away. “I’m not doing anything in public—” shewhispered.
I held on tightly to her waist and kissed her temple. “I’d never ask you to. I was never good at sharing my Tonka toys as a kid, and I’m even worse at sharingnow.”
She glanced around the room, nervously bringing her top teeth over her plump bottom lip. “Then why are wehere?”
I gestured to the large window on the south side of the room. On this side, it was a window. On the other side, it was a mirror. An area of the club where the voyeurs could get their kicks. Most nights, the club had a list of people ready and willing to go into that room and get fucked and whipped for the viewing pleasure of the inner circle ofLnS.
Tonight? There was a woman, clad in leather straps tightened all around her body. They cinched her breasts and thighs and waist. She was on her knees, her wrists bound and stretched above her head. Her knees were spread apart as a man walked around her snapping at her nipples with a leather riding crop. With each hit, they grew pinker, flushing her whole body with a reddishhue.
From behind us, James groaned, a long, satisfied sound and the woman on her knees gave a muffled whimper. I tucked Lucy against my body, in front of me, shielding her from James and his submissive. We stood in front of the window, my arms encasing her body and each of our hands held therailing.
I heard a zipper from behind us and then footsteps shuffling toward the door. “Room’s all yours,” James said, as he passed us and I felt Lucy’s muscles unknot from where she leaned against my chest with the sound of the doorshutting.
“Could he tell I wasuncomfortable?”
I pressed my lips to the soft skin just below her earlobe. “Maybe.” Probably. James had been around a while and from what little I knew, he seemed like a good guy. “I’m more concerned with if you’re stilluncomfortable.”
She swallowed and the tight lines of her throat contracted with the movement. “I feel a lot better now that it’s just the two of us.” Her chin inclined toward the window. “They can’t seeus?”
I shook my head. “No, but they know people are watching. That’s part of the allure for somepeople.”
We watched for a few moments longer, Lucy’s breath hitching as the man in the other room attached a metal clamp to each of her nipples. The woman on stage wriggled, her knees separating wider and her wet mouth parting,panting.
Lucy's hips pushed back against my erection, the soft curve of her ass a stark contrast to my steeled length. Her moan was so quiet, I nearly didn’t hear it. Dragging my hand up her torso on the inside of her shirt, I found her lace covered tits and pushed the bra up. With my thumb and forefinger, I rolled her nipples between my touch, relishing how they pebbled under the attention. A noise rolled deep in her throat and she dropped her head back heavily against mychest.
In the window, we both watched as the bound woman trembled—her knees, her thighs, her arms, they all visibly shook as she cried out, begging for release. The man circled her, then, started hitting her clit, slowly and rhythmically with the riding crop.Thwap.
I leaned down, sucking Lucy’s earlobe into my mouth and rolling it against my tongue gently. Pulling back, I whispered, “I want to do that to you eventually.” Sliding my hand down her torso, I trailed my fingers over the dip of her flat abs until I reached the button of herjeans.
Tugging them open, I skimmed my fingers over her pelvic bone, my breath heavy as they slid closer and closer to her hot core. Her mouth parted and something between a whimper and a gasp escaped through her lush lips. Shifting her weight, she spread her legs forme.
Reaching behind her, she moved to grip my cock, but I pulled back just in time and that whimper from before echoed into a full-on moan. “Please,” she begged. “I need to feelyou.”
I needed that too. But it wasn’t time. We both had to be patient because it was about to get so good. So fucking good. “Not yet,” I said. “Hands on the glass. Don’t move them until I sayso.”
I pushed her panties out of the way and slid one finger between her wet folds. Pausing at her wet opening, I circled my finger there, pulsing it in small, calculatedmovements.
Thwap. The woman on stage cried out with thehit.
“Oh, God,” Lucy whispered, and her fingers curled against theglass.
I pushed my erection against her ass as I slid my finger inside her slick heat. Slowly. Torturously slowly. Then, with the lightest pressure, I moved my thumb over her clit. Barely even grazing it. Withdrawing my finger, I slid back in again, this time with two, increasing the speed on her clit with mythumb.
“More,” shemoaned.
Thwap.
“Do you want me to do that to you?” I whispered. “Bind you. Strike you. Dominateyou.”
The tops of Lucy’s arms trembled, her breasts heaving with every pant. God, I loved this. Loved the control. Loved that every ounce of tortuous pleasure was mine to give, to take. To reward andpunish.
I tweaked her nipple with my free hand and she answered with a noise that was a mixture of ‘yes’ and agasp.
“I don’t want you to come yet. Not in here.” I nipped at the soft flesh of herneck.
Through the window, we both watched as the Dom pulled the crop back again, as if to hit her. I withdrew my fingers, now slick with Lucy’s arousal. And as the crop hit the sub’s clit, I tapped my fingers to Lucy’s clit.Hard.
Not as hard as it would hurt with the riding crop. Not as hard as I usually hit a submissive. But hard enough. Harder than Lucy had likely ever been hit on herclit.
