Page 72 of The Billionaire Submissive
He pushed his hips back against her, lifting her up on her toes, so she rubbed her breasts against him until she couldn’t stifle the low moan. “There it is. Now I know you’re enjoying me, Mistress.”
She didn’t have to look over at the other couple to know it was going well for them either. She could hear it. The soft little sighs, the whispers, the connection that had been missing earlier. Without saying anything, she backed away from Donovan, giving his buttock a warning squeeze so he knew what was coming. His back rippled, muscles gliding beneath his skin in anticipation. Urging her to give him what he needed so desperately.
The crack of the crop on his back resounded through the room, even though she was careful not to strike him too hard. After so many scenes, she knew exactly how much he could take, how quickly, and the buildup had them both chomping at the bit.
His breath hissed out between his teeth and he worked his hands, releasing and then re-gripping the edge to give his fingers a rest. She waited until he was settled again, and then gave him another blow to the opposite shoulder. This time, he couldn’t hold back his groan.
“Now that’s the sound of a sub enjoying what his Mistress is giving him. Are you, Donovan?”
“Yes,” he ground out, his voice rumbling deep and low. “More, Mistress. Make me beg.”
“Hannah, are you ready to take your sub to the next level? Can you make him beg?”
“I don’t know.” Breathless, Hannah met her gaze. She was still nervous, but her cheeks were flushed and her lips puffy like she’d been kissing Ralph. She wore a traditional Dominatrix bustier, and her throat and chest were flushed pink. “I’m still afraid.”
“Of what?” Lilly tried to keep her attention on the other woman, but it was impossible when she had Donovan stretched out waiting for her attention. The red marks on his back held her gaze, tempting her to lay a ladder of marks down his back until she could redden his buttocks. She’d much rather have his ass bare so she could watch the skin redden and swell.
“What if hurt him? I mean, really hurt him?”
“Hurt me, Hannah.” Ralph moaned. “Please, please, I need you so bad.”
“Strike now, Hannah.” Lilly used her firmest Mistress voice. “Don’t wait. Don’t think. Strike him. Give him what he wants.”
The other woman reared back and lashed her husband’s back with the flail, crying out louder than he did. Appalled at what she’d done, she wavered, her face paling.
I have to get her back to arousal. More feeling. Less thinking.
“Check yourself, Hannah. Are you wet?”
“Wha… What?”
Keeping her attention on Donovan to give her some privacy, she gave him another quick, hard strike. “Are you wet, Hannah?” Another blow. His back arched so he could push his hips up in welcome, silently begging for where he wanted the next blow. She was only too happy to oblige. “I know I am. I love watching the way his skin moves. The way the red marks begin to color his skin. I think that’s why I like his ass so much. I can spank and spank until his entire backside is cherry red, hot to the touch, and so, so pretty. Just thinking about it makes me wet.”
Hannah didn’t answer, so Lilly looked over at her. Blushing and unable to meet her gaze, Hannah hugged herself. Hiding. Covering her breasts, which were probably aching. “It’s okay to be aroused by what your husband is enjoying. Look at him, Hannah. Is he enjoying it? Grab his cock. Is it hard? Put your hand down your panties. Are you wet? If so, you’re doing it right.”
By the loudness of his moan, Ralph was highly enjoying his wife’s assessment. “He’s hard, Mistress L. You’ve done it!”
“No, ma’am.You’vedone it. Now keep it going. But I want you to keep your left hand in your panties. Make yourself hum with pleasure as you whip him. Don’t hold back. If it feels good, tell him. Tell him how good it’s going to be when he can slide into you while you lash the backs of his thighs.” From her own sessions with Ralph to demonstrate what he preferred to his wife, she knew that was his sweet spot which would make him sweat and groan until on the verge of release.
She returned her attention to Donovan, pacing herself so the sharp crack of the crop punctuated the softerthwapof the tails. The blows landed harder, closer together. Both subs were starting to get desperate, and the soft cries from the corner warned her not to look. Not unless she wanted to see Hannah fucking her husband. Luckily, Lilly had given Donovan the ten she’d promised. She went around to the table and squatted down so she could look into her sub’s eyes.
“Are they…?” he asked.
“Yep, they sure are.” She couldn’t help but grin as the tips of his ears crisped to fire-engine red. “Aw, lover boy, don’t tell me you’ve never listened to someone else have sex before?”
He lifted his head, pinning her with the intensity of his gaze. “Not when I want you so badly I can’t remember why I’d be mad at myself later for doing the same thing.”
Temptation burned through her. Joy at helping the Hamiltons only fed her desire for her very own submissive. But Mistress L had to remember the limits, and he’d been clear on his questionnaire engraved on her brain. Public sex wasn’t something he was comfortable with, and he certainly wasn’t into sharing. He wouldn’t like remembering later that another couple had heard them climax or another man might have seen his Mistress in a compromising position. He might very well regret the lapse in judgment and it was her responsibility to make sure he never had cause for regret. Not when it came to his pleasure.
She shook her head and he scowled, starting to rise up to argue. So she popped him on the shoulder with the crop. “I didn’t tell you to move, Donovan.”
His nostrils flared, his mouth soft and lush, his eyes blazing with desire. She didn’t have to grab his cock to know he was rock hard and aching.Only for me.
Smiling, she leaned across the table, curled her finger in his collar and pulled him in close for a kiss. He didn’t hold back. He opened his mouth and sucked her tongue on a deep, hoarse groan. Ralph chose that moment to come with a loud shout, his wife’s throaty cries echoing in the room.
Groaning with frustration, Donovan broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. “Lilly?”
“Yes, Donovan?”
