Page 31 of Twisted

“Now, what do you think would be a natural move to make with this in your hand? Remembering that you are at the very start of play.”

I put the crop on Casper’s breastbone, winding it down in a lazy swirl.

The man ripples.

I whip the crop away, startled.

“Good, Miss Nolan, again.”

Minutes rack up as I drag the crop in long, lazy loops across his body, letting it dip and tickle over his muscle definition.

“You’ve touched every part of him except his genitals.”

I look at her, then Casper. He’s halfway hard. I smile to myself as I put the crop on his lower abs. Casper moans in anticipation, his cock swelling magnificently. An incredible fire develops in my lower belly as I discover...power.

I adjust my stance, drawing my legs together as a strong sensation of wetness seeps through the delicate panties. Demica watches me like a hawk, a knowing smile on her lips.

I run the crop along his shaft, but it’s difficult to maintain a connection as it bobs.

“Hold him, use your fingers instead.”

The suggestion ruins the panties.

“You’re not betraying John; he’s approved of everything that we are doing today.”

Those words are like a blow and must show physically, because Demica directs me to the bathroom again.

I splash cold water over my face, staring in the mirror. The bra and panties are on the wrong body...I don’t suit this...I don’t belong here.

But I love him.

I splash more cold water on my face, pat it dry and head back out.

Casper is now on his front, Demica tying the last bind before handing me the crop.

“Newcomers can get carried away with strikes in play, so be mindful. This...” she pats the crop against his buttcheek, “is soft, light...suggestive. This”—the crop cracks through the air connecting with Casper’s buttock and making him moan while I jump out of my skin—“is business.”

I stare at the flushed cheek, “What...what does John like...?”

“Miss Nolan, that is for you to find out.” She hands me the crop. “Your turn.”

I pat his butt lightly. Wet heat gathers on my inner thigh.

“Again,” Demica says.

I pat him again, gradually increasing the tempo, but not pressure.

“Try a full stroke on the bedcover.”

I do. The crop whistles through the air before it connects with the linens. Casper moans in anticipation making my nipples tingle.

I run the crop down his inner thigh, making Casper writhe. I whip the crop to the covers again. Something springs inside my chest when he groans my name unexpectedly. I’m expecting the cold rush of fear...but it’s not there.

Demica’s hands go to my shoulders.

“Do you want to know what it feels like?”

I look up at her, holding her challenging gaze for a few seconds before I nod.

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