Page 44 of Dance for Me

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Chapter Eight

“Do we think perhaps,” Jasper mused somberly, “you might have pushed the little darling slightly too far this evening?”

Braun shot his friend a dark look as he finished cleaning up the table. He wiped the chains carefully and stowed them away in their rightful place. “No more than I would any other sub, J. Got a problem with the way I handled that scene?”

Cradling a stunned Bodie in his arms, the faux fur blanket keeping her trembling form warm, Jasper’s grin was infinitesimally sadistic. “Any other sub, I’d say no. When it comes to this poppet...pussy whipping for a first scene, Braun? That seems harsh.”

“Says the sadist with a smile on his face. Deerskin flogger,” Braun stated flatly. “Soft as butter, and the force I used was minimal. Just enough to sting, nowhere near hard enough to do any kind of damage. I’m not an animal; it was a punishment, but a gentle one.”

“Gentle enough for her to scream the barn down around our ears.” Jasper laughed and rocked the bundle in his arms as she stirred. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen you go to town on a pussy like that, Braun.”

Braun scowled as his cock jerked. The taste of Bodie lingered in his mouth, sweet and tart. He could spend fucking hours feasting from her; she could quickly become an addiction. Hell, if she wasn’t still reeling from an orgasm that clenched her tight pussy down on his fingers with enough force to crack his joints, he’d have her back on the table to do it all again. “What can I say? Men would kill for a taste of her. Good job she’s all mine.”

Jasper grunted, pale eyes alive with mischief. He did like to stir shit up. “Friends share with friends, Braun. I can play nice with the right incentive.”

Tossing the cleaning rag in the laundry bag hidden in the corner, Braun grabbed the two floggers he’d used and shoved the handles in his back pocket. They were from his personal collection so he would clean them himself and return them to his office. “That would be Bodie’s decision, J. You can ask her, but it’s a long way down the line yet.”

With the area clean and tidy, Braun whipped the curtains back along the rails to open it to other couples. Leaving them partly open for their scene had given Jasper—and a few others—ample opportunity to witness Bodie coming apart at the seams with Braun’s head between her thighs.

She’d drawn quite a few observers from the seating areas with her cries.

“Here, you better take her before she comes to her senses and realizes who’s holding her. I don’t think her screams will be quite as sweet.” Handling her as carefully—and as effortlessly—as a newborn, Jasper passed her into Braun’s keeping. “She makes a delicious armful, but she’s considerably underweight.”

The pair of them headed back through the ongoing scenes toward the social area. Braun dodged a subbie on the run from her Dom in a thrilling game of cat and mouse; unfortunately for her, she ran headlong into Jasper instead and was captured by his finger snagging her collar.

Like he’d caught a prize fish, Jasper lifted his hand and brought the unlucky sub onto her tiptoes, posing with an enormous—and frighteningly chilling—smile for her pursuing Dominant. “What do we have here, Braun? I seem to have found myself a runaway subbie.”

“Please, Master Jasper, let me go?” The curvy brunette batted her lashes at him. “If my Master catches me, I’m in really big trouble.”

“I see, I see.” Jasper rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and Braun watched his cunning brain assessing the situation.

At the far end of the barn, her Dom perused the area with the air of a hunter, seeking his errant submissive. When he spotted her in Jasper’s possession, he stalked towards them.

“Dominant incoming,” Braun murmured, pleased to see the subbie squirm.

“How much trouble is really big trouble?” Jasper wondered.

“An enema and an ass fucking, Master Jasper,” the subbie whispered, damn near choking herself as she struggled. “Please, don’t let him catch me!”

“So, so tempting. Tell you what, girl. You come find me—with your Master’s permission, of course—when your scene starts. I’d like to observe. We’ll call your embarrassment suitable payment for my releasing you now. Does that suit you?”

Poor, poor subbie. Braun stifled a laugh as her eyes bugged out at the thought of the sadist being present for a scene so intimate, but as her Dom approached, she wasn’t left with many options. “Yes, Master Jasper. That suits me.”

“All right then, off you go. If you renege, girl,” he warned before releasing her, “I’ll request permission from your Master to fuck your ass myself.”

She turned as pale as ash, fleeing the instant his fingertip lost contact with her collar. She was definitely fast on her feet—she was out of sight before her Master reached Braun and Jasper.

“Let her go, did you?” The guy didn’t seem pissed.

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