Page 27 of Velvet Sin
“I instructed her to use the word yellow if she needed me to slow down,” Kristoff droned on.“And red if she needed to stop.You don’t need to use those specific words yourselves, but it is key that you agree upon them before you start to play.If they are used, you must honor them immediately.Trust is what this is all about.Pushing boundaries but safely and sanely.”
There was nothing sane about what I wanted to do to her.If we were alone, I would’ve torn that scrap of fabric away from her pussy and buried my tongue in her slit before fucking her until she begged me to stop when she couldn’t take anymore.
“You want to come, don’t you?”I whispered, running the end of the crop up and down her reddened thighs, knowing how sensitive they were now that so much blood had rushed to the surface.The slightest touch would be damn close to orgasmic but wouldn’t quite get her there.It would threaten to tear her mind apart, hanging in a state of torment where there was no relief from the tension.
Yes, she was in that dark, tortured place now, whimpering and gasping at the slightest brush from the crop.
Her back arched again,her head rolling to the side while her eyes slid shut.She was lost in the sensation, thoroughly under my control.It might as well have been the two of us here and no one else.
When I brushed the end of the crop across her mound, she shuddered, tilting her hips, silently begging for more.Her body chased release, practically begging for it.She wasn’t the only one with a wet spot now, as precum leaked from my tip and soaked into my boxer briefs.The idea of letting her down and forcing her to her knees to suck me off was damn tempting, but I settled for tapping her mound lightly with the crop instead, savoring her high-pitched whines.
“Don’t you?”I taunted, using a featherlight touch to stimulate her pussy, chuckling when her hips rolled.“You are ready to explode.Is that what you want to do for me?In front of all these people?You like this?No, you love it.”
Her eyes opened and found mine, and it was hate that I found in them.She hated me for this, which made me love it even more.“Deep inside, this is what you want,” I whispered for her ears only.“I’ve known it since the night we met up in LA before I knew it was you.I knew I had found a meek little lamb who wished she could be this uninhibited.But you will only ever get it from me.Understood?Do you hear me?”I tapped her harder to keep her focused.
“Yes…” She moaned, panting for air.“Yes,yes.”
“I’ll make you come as much as you want, as hard as you want, but only for me.”Running the crop in slow circles over that wet spot, I whispered, “Do you understand?Tell me you understand.”
Between heaving gasps, she nodded.“I understand.Oh God, please…”
Kristoff had fallen silent.Everyone had.They couldn’t hear us, probably confused, but I didn’t give a shit.I had her where I wanted her, dangling from the end of a line I would now reel in.She was mine.
“Are you sure?”My cock strained at the sound of what had turned into desperate, broken sobs.“I don’t know if I believe you.”
“Please,” she begged, the sweet sound rolling through me like music—the sound of her surrender.“Make it stop.I can’t take it anymore.”
“I shouldn’t allow you to come,” I whispered, backing off with the crop and grinning at her whimpered response.“You don’t deserve it.Letting this happen.Letting these people watch you fall apart when I’m the only one who gets to do that.Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, yes.”She would have agreed to anything to make the ache go away.“Just please, don’t stop!”
“Don’t stop what?This?”I slowly increased the intensity again, the speed, flicking her sopping mound with the leather while she moaned and bobbed her head in wordless agreement.We were alone in this, the two of us, the rest of the world melting away as my focus narrowed the way hers had, both of us succumbing to our own pleasure.“This is what you want?”I taunted.
“Yes!”
I panted almost as hard as she did, lost in the moment, lost in controlling her.“You want these people to watch you come for me?”
“Y-yes!”She sobbed, her body flushed and straining.“Please!”
“But never again for anyone but me?”
“Yes!God, yes!”Her eyes opened, pleading, locking onto mine.“Please, let me, please!I can’t… take…” She closed them again, squeezing them shut while baring her teeth as the leather tapped her fast enough to almost blur.Her agony was intense, but her orgasm would be a work of art only I could create.
I took one backward step, then moved to the side, admiring her writhing perfection again, whispering, “Good girl.”
Then I pulled the crop back and delivered one final, decisive blow to her pussy.
It was exquisite.Her arching back, her tits thrusting outward, her mouth opening to release a long, broken sob that went on and on as the tension that had built over the course of the demonstration finally broke, shattering her while everyone watched.By the time she went quiet, light applause had broken out.It was then that I noticed a woman rubbing her partner’s bulge, transfixed on the sight of Lenny’s orgasm.
“Thank you, everyone.”Blake turned up the lights a bit, signaling the end of the show.“And thank you to our demonstrators.”
When Kristoff made a move like he wanted to release Lenny, I shot him a look that left him falling back, hands raised.This was for me to do, and I did it, quickly loosening the straps and catching her limp body.Clearly, she had never experienced anything this intense.
Without a word, I picked her up and carried her to one of the aftercare rooms lining the wall.They were quiet, comfortable.and, most of all, private.I could almost forget how painfully hard my cock was, so hard it made walking a chore.
I laid her on a sofa and covered her with a blanket, then stood over her limp body.“You’re safe,” I reminded her, reaching down to stroke her hair while desperately working my belt with the other hand.I was going to burst before much longer.The memory of her orgasm, how beautifully she had come for me, made it impossible not to reach inside my boxer briefs to free myself.
Her eyes opened, landing on my cock, watching every stroke.She didn’t say a word.It was enough for her to watch as my fist pumped faster while I grunted at the memory of what I had made her do.
