On stage, Master Michael dropped the flogger and moved to Ellie, quickly undoing the rope and making her cry out as blood rushed back into her tortured breasts. Tears dripped onto the abused mounds, and she screamed, jerking slightly when he removed the weights from her nipples and gave each of them a sharp pinch. The insides of her thighs were glistening with the evidence of her arousal, even as she shuddered and sobbed.
Moving behind her, Master Michael undid the front of his leathers, taking his cock in hand. Retrieving a small tube from his pocket, he squirted shiny liquid onto his cock, and Domi moaned when she realized his intention. Fuck, this was going to be hot.
Ellie’s sobbing breaths turned into another shriek as Master Michael lined his cock up with Ellie’s ass and thrust in at the same time, Master Mitch thrust into Domi’s pussy. She cried out with relief at finally being filled, her muscles clamping around him. One of Mitch’s hands pulled at the back of her hair, keeping her head up, so she was staring right at Master Michael and Ellie. Moving his hands around to Ellie’s front, closing around her tormented breasts and squeezing, he began fucking her ass with a hard, pounding rhythm.
Master Mitch kept one hand in Domi’s curls, the other wrapped around her hip as he fucked her pussy as hard as Master Michael was riding Ellie’s ass. Domi shuddered, bracing herself against his hard thrusts, her breasts bouncing, nipples protesting the abuse whenever the clamps brushed against the table, digging into her flesh. Every slap of Master Mitch’s body against her spanked cheeks reignited the sting from his hand. Her pussy convulsed around him, her passion climbing higher.
Watching the show with a Dom was everything Domi had imagined and more.
Another scream from Ellie echoed around the room. Master Michael had removed the clit clamp, and the fingers of one of his hands were buried in her pussy, rubbing roughly against the sensitive nub, increasing both her pain and her pleasure. Echoing his movement, Master Mitch released one of Domi’s nipples and thrust his hand between her thighs.
Ecstasy exploded inside her, twisting around the stinging pain into its own unique creation that flooded her body. Domi’s cries joined the others filling the room, her orgasm pulsing inside her, along with Master Mitch’s cock. She could feel him throbbing, flooding her pussy with his cum.
Mitch
Fuck.
With a strangled cry, Mitch emptied himself into Domi, the silky walls of her pussy gripping and squeezing the life out of his cock with each pulse of her orgasm. The incredible eroticism of fucking the hell out of her while they watched another couple playing and fucking… He was definitely going to be bringing her back to Marquis in the future.
Normally, he wouldn’t consider that because it might give a subbie ideas, but this was Domi. If anything, he’d probably have to reassure her he wasn’t getting the wrong idea. Marquis was date-like.
But he had dibs.
He had to admit, it was one of his better ideas.
Whimpering, Domi went limp in front of him, still panting, her pussy quivering around his shrinking cock. On stage, Michael had already removed the restraints from Ellie’s wrists and was bundling her up in his arms to carry her offstage. From the expression on her face, she was still flying high.
The lights around the room went up to the dim setting that had indicated the show was about to start. It would stay that way until everyone left, giving them just enough light to make their exit but keeping the booths completely shadowed. In a few minutes, servers would make the rounds, dropping off water and anything the table had ordered for aftercare and taking orders for those who hadn’t done so beforehand. Knowing Domi’s love for lemon, Mitch had taken the liberty of ordering her a slice of lemon meringue pie.
Sitting down, Mitch pulled Domi toward him, turning her around to face him. She had a similar expression to Ellie’s, and he allowed himself a few moments of smug satisfaction over making her look like that. He got another bolt of enjoyment when he removed the clamp from her right nipple, and she wailed, back arching, hands automatically coming up to fend him off as the blood rushed back into the crushed nubbin. If she hadn’t been totally undone by the scene, she never would have reacted that way.
Easily grasping her wrists in his hand, he leaned forward and took her nipple in his mouth, suckling her through the pain. Little sobs of breath heaved her chest, and she shuddered, slowly coming down from the high. When he removed the one on the left, she was clear-eyed enough not to fight him and moaning in enjoyment as he soothed the sting with his lips and tongue. Mitch’s cock twitched again at the sultry sound, but he knew it wasn’t actually going anywhere.
One slice of pie and two glasses of water later, Domi was completely recovered and happy to agree to schedule future visits to Marquis—no ‘dibs’ needed. Which was good since Marquis required a reservation. Mitch walked her to her car, gave her a hard kiss, and said he hoped to see her soon. With a wink, of course.
Strolling back to his own car, he whistled a merry tune.
Chapter One
Six months later
Domi
“I love you.”
“And I love you.”
“I love you more.”
“Uh-uh, I love you more.”
“Uh-uh, I love you most!” Ana giggled, the way only a five-year-old who had just bested her mother could. Ever since she’d learned that “most” was, well, the most, she’d been thrilled to use it, and Domi was happy to let her. Especially in little contests like this.
Seeing Marcus’ car coming up the driveway of the house she and Rae rented together, and where Ana lived with them half the time, Domi hugged her daughter tightly. She and Ana had been watching for him from the couch,
