Putain.
Reaux shoved back from the rail, sliding into the shadows until his back hit the wall, even as he grinned. Some part of her was still attuned to his presence, a fact which pleased him immensely.
The music continued to rumble through the speakers, joined by the rhythmic thwap of a flogger from below. There was a good atmosphere here, even all the way up in the damn rafters, conducive to a harmonious balance between whip-wielding tops and red-assed subs.
When Violet didn’t storm up the stairs to the balcony with blood in her eye, Reaux eased forward again, relieved to find her engrossed in the scene below. It simply wouldn’t do to have their surprise reunion ruined by a miscalculation on his part; he was too excited for the fireworks.
Although, considering the fact Violet was currently wrapping that barbed wire around her client’s semi-erect penis… the element of surprise might not be to his advantage.
Chapter Two
Violet
Barbed wire was the devil’s tool.
Personally, she hated the damn stuff, but James was a fan. She supposed it was his genitals taking the brunt of those brutal little barbs, although her hands were not happy with the nicks in her skin. It wasn’t the easiest thing to wrap around somethingshort and half-floppy either, which was why she’d chosen to anchor the wire around the base of his testicles first.
By the time it was secured in place, the barbs digging into his skin deep enough to draw tiny drops of blood along the shaft, James was fully erect and leaking precum like a faucet. Not to mention, moaning like some kind of bison.
“Thank you, Mistress.”
Violet cracked her hand down on his ass hard enough for her palm to sting. “Did I tell you to talk?”
Another low moan. “N-No, Mistr—”
Crack. The second, voiceless reprimand got the message across, it seemed.
Pushing out of the crouch, Violet narrowed her eyes at the pasty white ass adorned with her handprint. It was tempting to use the cane to light it up further, leave lovely red welts across that unappealing backside, but that would be unfair and a breach of her duty to him as his Domme.
Just because he liked pain didn’t mean she could take her foul mood out on his ass under the guise of a scene.
Instead, she chose a flogger, one most subs would never dream of requesting. It wasn’t as harsh as the chain link flogger Merrick used on certain masochistic subs who craved pain like narcotics, but it was up there on theOuchiescale.
A dozen eighteen-inch fronds—each one formed from three thin strips of leather plaited by hand and interspersed with a steel ball every six inches—whistled lightly through the air as she tested the weight and accuracy before bringing it down on flesh.
Leather lashed over exposed skin, the balls thudded into flesh.
James yelped, then moaned as though she’d given him the greatest gift.
Some of the tension in her muscles relaxed, loosening with each back and forth swing, until she lost herself in the rhythm instead of the constant, creeping paranoia. She swore she felteyes on her, but it was ridiculous to believe it was anything more than a shy voyeur observing from the shadows; it wasn’t unheard of, some watchers preferred the darkness.
James’ skin acquired the faintest blush of color, deepening as flogging continued. Pale pink to dusky rose, darkening as his moans became lower and more guttural. His hips rocked and thrust against nothing, flexing his cock deeper into the painful prison keeping it captive.
Slowly, Violet extended the reach of her tool, roaming down the backs of his thighs, thudding the balls over his shoulders while his back arched in delight. Exchanging a glance with Reuben, the monitor on duty, she gave him the signal to plug in the fucking machine he’d kindly brought over for her; she disliked leaving equipment plugged in when not in active use, just in case someone tripped over the wire.
When James shuddered and precum splattered over the floor, she let the flogger fall still at her side. Maybe she relished his sob of disappointment, that sorrowful sound of an orgasm halted in its tracks, but she wouldn’t confess to it.
“Something you want to say, James?” She stroked her hand over his heated flesh, sliding it over the curve of his ass, then twisted her hand and dug her nails into the crease between his buttock and thigh, dragging them back up and over the tender area. “It sounded like you wanted to… protest?”
He gasped, his hands fisting. “N-No, Mistress. N-No complaints here.”
“Good boy. Now, are you going to keep on being a good boy for me when I shove this rather oversized dildo up your ass, or be a bad, bad boy and spray the floor with your cum like you did last time?”
“Good boy, Mistress. Always your good boy.”
“Hmm.” Violet tsked softly, walking her index and middle fingers across his flesh, making sure her nails bit into his skin.“I do believe you told me that last time, too. Didn’t work out too well, did it? You ended our time together on your hands and knees, licking your own dirty mess off the mats.”
Another shudder, another quick spurt of precum to join the rest.
