R. Lilley - Rock Bottom

“You are pretty, you silly girl. So pretty it hurts.”

“You really think so?” she asked, sounding downright ecstatic about it.

She was distracted, we both were, by the loud sound of the flogger making contact with flesh.

Estella gasped, and I brought one of my hands up to her neck, gripping, the other still kneading at a soft breast. “Watch,” I breathed into her ear.

He struck again, and again, the sound startling and arousing. I glanced up at him briefly, watched his stark muscles playing across his back as he worked his sub over harshly. I’d seen it before. I wasn’t looking for me, but more wondering what Estella thought of him, how he moved her, how this moved her.

James worked Jolene over with textbook accuracy, reddening her perfect little ass and thighs, using less force on her back and shoulders. He knew exactly where to strike and in what order. He was a pro.

When he finally let up on Jolene, she was quivering and moaning loudly enough that he barked at her to be quiet.

He acknowledged the crowd with the slightest lift of his brows as he undid his dark trousers, pulling out an impressive erection. The man certainly didn’t have stage fright.

“Holy shit,” exclaimed Estella.

“Yes, I know,” I said wryly. “He even has a perfect cock.”

“He’s big…and very nicely shaped.”

“He’s basically the most perfect man on the planet if you don’t mind a bit of pain,” I told her tonelessly. “He’s even a billionaire. Basically God’s gift to women.”

He pulled a condom from his pocket, opening the packet and rolling it on with swift, economical movements. He didn’t bother to take off his pants as he moved back behind Jolene, gripping her neck and driving into her, flogger in hand, whipping hard at her hip as he fucked her.

“I’m not sure I have that kind of a pain tolerance,” Estella said, her voice small and afraid.

“The amount of pain you receive from your Dom is purely subjective. A good Dom will never give you more than you can handle. A good one will know how to read you. Jolene is a glutton for punishment. Those two are demonstrating an extreme, rather than what I would consider the norm.”

“I’d like to try it, but maybe not with that whip he’s using. It looks very…harsh.”

My heart tried to pound itself out of my chest. I couldn’t believe that she had watched that, and still wanted to try to please me. I’d been so certain it would scare her off. Her reaction was more than I could have hoped for. “As your Domme, you’d need to trust me to know what to use. I’d never start you out with something like that. I don’t need anything that extreme, either. Not ever. But I do need something . I’d probably begin with a riding crop, since that can be one of the softer ways to break you in.”

“Okay. I’d like that. Can we try tonight?”

I pinched her nipple hard enough to make her yelp. “You need to learn how to behave yourself. I’ve been spoiling you, when what you need to be learning is that I am the one in control here.”

“Please, Frankie—“

“Mistress Abelli.”

“Please, Mistress Abelli, take control. Do whatever you want with me. Whatever you need. Whatever it takes to please you, because that’s what I want. I can’t stand the way it’s been, with only me enjoying our…encounters.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I warned her.

“I’ve seen it tonight, right? I think I do know. I want to be with you.”

I began to kiss the side of her neck, one hand moving down, tugging up her dress until I found her hot core, fingering her.

Jolene got really loud with her pleasure and, annoyed, I pulled my hand free. I didn’t want to get Estella off while we were listening to that . It would surely tarnish the beauty of it.

I watched, my hands on her hips now, as James pulled out of Jolene, still hard.

He untied her, pulling her to the front of the stage, then pushing her to her knees, in profile to their captive audience.

“Open your mouth,” he told her, his tone indifferent. He was completely submerged in his Dom role, all of his emotions turned off.

She opened wide, and he shoved himself down her throat. It was an impressive display. Jolene certainly had some oral talent.

After an impressive amount of deep throating, James dragged himself out of her mouth, pulled off his condom, and promptly came all over her face.

The small crowd burst into enthusiastic applause.

He barely spared Jolene another glance as he tucked himself back into his pants, giving his audience a self-deprecating little smile, and a slight bow of his head.

“That was…interesting.” Estella sounded as appalled as she was impressed. The money shot had perhaps taken her out of her comfort zone.

“These demonstrations are generally…over the top. He was showing off, the hedonist.”

“Do you do…demonstrations?”

That had me studying her intently, because I thought I’d detected a hint of more than idle interest in the question. “I’ve had quite a few brushes with exhibitionism. Is that something that might interest you?”

She chewed on her lip so hard that I raised my hand to her face, making her stop by tugging it out of her mouth. “It does, as long as no one else touches me.”

I flushed, feeling more and more shitty about what had happened with Jolene and James, seeing for the first time that she had a keen sort of vulnerability about her.

“I told you. That won’t happen again. I misread you. Badly.”

“I only want you to touch me, but I want you to do it absolutely anywhere you like, in front of anyone you please.”

I took a few deep breaths, then tugged her to the nearest vacant sofa. “Lie on your back, and put your hands above your head.”

She obeyed, and I sat down at her hip, my hand rubbing her stomach through her dress. “Now, no matter what happens, who you feel watching us, I don’t want you looking at their faces. You understand? If you make eye contact with any of them, I’m going to punish you.”

She cleared her throat, her eyes on my hand. “I understand, Mistress Abelli.”

That was uncharacteristically proper for her, and I smiled. She was learning.

I inched her dress up over her hips, and then her chest. She was completely bare underneath.

“Keep your hands where they are. If you move them, I’ll stop what I’m doing it. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress Abelli.”

I moved down her body, parting her legs wide, fitting my shoulders between them.

I ate her out, leisurely and thoroughly, teasing her until she moaned loud enough to draw the crowd.

I felt someone hovering too close to us and then heard James speak, authority in his voice. “Don’t touch her. She belongs to Frankie.”

“Oh, I apologize,” a very polite male voice responded. “I thought she was available.”

“She’s not available now,” James replied, sounding amused. “And won’t be again, I’d wager.” He was nothing if not perceptive.

“Well, she has magnificent tits,” the other man mused.

I played her with my experienced tongue until she was begging me to make her come, pulling back to nuzzle her thigh every time I thought she was close. I was torturing her, a delicious sort of torture, the torture of unrequited passion. I wanted badly to tie her up, but I refused to do something to her in front of a crowd that we’d never even tried before in private.

I didn’t let up until I heard a tiny sob escape her throat. Then I pulled back to look up at her. I climbed up her body until I was straddling her waist. I fondled her breasts and watched the tears trail down her face, her lush lips trembling, turned on by the sight.