He hated he could do nothing to hide his condition. JC didn’t mind the actual showing of his wares to an appreciative audience. He did mind, however, the fact the women seemed more amused than impressed. It just wasn’t fair men couldn’t hide arousal as easily as women could.
Kristina leaned forward and whispered into his ear tauntingly, “ If you like it so much, I can wear it at home.”
Home. That’s where he wanted to be. “Let’s go home, honey,” he suggested in a low voice. “I get it. I’ve been a lousy lover—“
WHACK! Kristina’s whip came down on his buttocks. “Silence! You don’t know a thing. You haven’t been used as a convenience for the past months. Tonight we’ll do it all my way and it won’t matter whether you enjoy it or not.” Again her voice was frigid with irritation, displeasure and anger.
JC could almost hear every woman he’d known and disappointed clapping her hands and yelling ‘amen!’ to her words. Not just in bed but for every failure. He did get it, more than she realized. He was stone sober, not a drop of alcohol to anesthetize his guilt and shame – and apparently the painful lesson to come.
Abruptly Kristina got to her feet, forcing him backwards, his knees scraped on the rough flooring. She slowly lowered her skimpy thong down her thighs before stepping out of it. “Pick it up,” she commanded.
“If you hadn’t noticed, my hands are occupied,” he retorted stupidly.
WHACK! This time her quirt slashed across his chest. “Then use your teeth,” she suggested coolly.
Groveling for Kristina was one thing. Groveling in front of an audience was quite another. His pride prickled at that idea. “Can we lose the crowed?” he questioned through gritted teeth. He knew Shebitch was still there; he wasn’t so sure about the two other Amazons. Before she spoke, he knew the answer. He’d never seen a smile as nasty and artic as his lover’s, but no blow was forthcoming.
“No. Performing for me in front of them is part of your punishment. Now quit stalling and fetch my thong,” she demanded. “Or do I have to convince you?…” She raised her little whip.
Sending her a dark look, he moved back to bend his head over the black scrap of satin and lace. Good thing he was limber. He snagged it with his teeth. When it appeared he might lose his balance, one black boot caught his shoulder. Painful as the spiked heel digging into his flesh was, it was preferable to landing flat on his face. He would have looked like a turtle on its back trying to right itself. He was certain his avid audience would be endlessly amused and his humiliation would have known no bounds. Strangely enough, Kristina had helped him save face in that instance.
Taking her seat once more, Kristina perched on the chair, her legs opened wide, waiting for him to come forward and drop her thong on her thigh. “Good boy.” She patted his head like a dog.
Well, she sat there, exposed and glistening like a bitch in heat, JC thought irritably. Yeah, she was turned on by this power trip of hers. He couldn’t help but notice with her crotch in his face. And he could smell her arousal; her panties had been wet with it. Dammit for some inexplicable reason, so was he! He seemed to have a permanent hard-on, despite the less than comfortable circumstances.
Kristina watched as JC licked his lips. It made her want to grab him by the ears and pull his mouth to her waiting flesh. She had to stay strong. He had to learn patience – maybe she did as well. They’d fallen into a deep, yawning rut. Instant gratification wasn’t working for them anymore – at least not for her.
Her hands went to the tiny hook and eye closures running the front of her corset. She made sure his eyes were on her as she slowly unfastened several hooks, freeing her breasts from the confining underwires of the contraption. She took her first deep breaths sine donning the thing.
His eyes were glued to the shuddering ivory flesh and the hard pink nipples. He wanted to bury his face between those satiny globes, he wanted to suck her nipples. His erection jerked and bobbed at the very thought, pearls of moisture dripped from the tip. Yeah… While he mouthed her hungrily, he could rub himself—
Whoa! He was thinking about humping her leg! Control, dude! He reminded himself, you need some control! But such restraint was difficult to come by at that moment in time. His eyes left her breasts and moved lower. He studied her neatly trimmed mound. Wet, flushed dark rose, wet and begging,,, Hell, with a little encouragement, he’d crawl onto that chair with her and bury himself to the hilt. Let Shebitch and her Amazons watch! He wanted Kristina like he had never before…
The woman in the chair before him easily read the bend of his thoughts. She gave him a wicked smile. “Oh, no. I will be the one coming all night, not you.”