Now, she watched the way the muscles of his back rippled in the thin black shirt as he held a hand behind him to guide her up to Heaven. He opened the door at the top of the stairs, and the bright white colors of the hall shone in the warm lights.
“This has got to be the brightest nightclub I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled. She’d had a lot of the same thoughts when Benson had first brought her here. “Ben used to say it’s because the owners were all about bringing the darkness into light.”
Odd, but even after all this time, being here almost felt like coming home. The long open space up here had been redecorated with some new couches and seating areas, but the overall feel was the same. A few couples were lounging in on the couches off to one side, and there were a few people standing at the windows of the small rooms off the main area.
“Hmm, interesting concept. Private rooms, public viewing?” Leo said.
“Mmhmm. Not all of the doors have windows in them, though. Some have intercoms as well as windows so you can hear and see what’s going on inside.”
“I see. And do these things interest you?”
“Sometimes, yes. Though I’m not usually one to enjoy being put on display.” In fact, much as she and Benson enjoyed coming here, it was more for the atmosphere, the dancing, and the socializing than it was for participating. Tonight, she had the distinct impression that this trip would be different. Of course it will. That’s why she’d invited Leo here. To have a different experience together. One that was theirs. Entirely theirs.
Before she sent him home. But she wasn’t going to think of that right now.
“So, Mister, where to first?”
“That is the question, isn’t it?” Every time he opened his mouth tonight it was to tease her. She was already in a heightened state of arousal. His mind-tricks making her quiver at every turn.
She wanted him; she was already aching for him. He pulled her under his arm and guided her down the walkway, toward a few of the rooms with windows. She peered inside and found a woman straddling a Sybian Machine, back arched, mouth open. She was mostly naked, writhing against the vibrator between her thighs. Evangeline’s heart thumped loudly in her ears. Leo wound his arms around her, pulling her back against the heat of his body, and trailed delicate kisses along her neck.
“Does that look like fun, minx?” he whispered in her ear.
She nodded. “But I’m not sure I can be that naked in front of other people.”
“I see.”
He trailed his hands up to cup her breasts. She’d worn her thinnest bra tonight, for exactly this reason. So she could feel every touch of him against her sensitive nipples, without having to take any of her clothes off. She wasn’t comfortable enough to be put on display like that.
“Then I suppose we should have a look at some of the rooms without windows. Something nice, and private. So I can do whatever I want to you behind closed doors.”
She shivered against him as he played with her peaked nipples through the thin materials of her shirt and bra, as his words and hands teased her into a frenzy of need. She couldn’t stop a soft moan from escaping.
“In fact, I see a room at the end of the hall that doesn’t seem to be occupied. There’s no window. Let’s go see what we can find inside, shall we?” he said it like a question. But they both knew it wasn’t.
He ushered her body forward, his front plastered to her back, walking in step, toward the room. When they were in the doorway, she saw there was an old-fashioned fainting couch. It was a soft-looking shiny fabric, though, not the typical you’d see on a couch like this. Leo moved them into the room and closed the door behind them. The light in here was softer, and a small cabinet on the wall held towels.
“I thought there was no sex on the premises.”
She shrugged. “I mean, there isn’t, technically, but... I think liberties are sometimes taken, behind closed doors.”
“I see.” He dropped the small duffel bag from his shoulder onto the floor with a little thud. “And now, here we are, all alone.”
She swallowed and nodded, thankful for all the water she’d had downstairs. Her mouth was starting to feel dry as her desire spiked even higher.
He laid a clean towel down on the chaise’s curved seat. “Lie back.” His dark eyes watched her, the heat in them making her melt. She lay back on the soft terrycloth, her head resting on the cushioned back of the couch. The curve under her lifted and supported the arch of her back, and then curved again under her thighs. She relaxed into the soft support. Leo watched her every move, his gaze dark and full of promise.
“I think we’ll have to be careful to adhere to the rules, minx. No. Sex.”
She whimpered. He’d coaxed her into this room with the silent promise of doing whatever he wanted to behind closed doors. She’d been sure that meant sex. And now here he was, taking it away from her.
Worse, he had the audacity to laugh at her plight. His soft chuckle reverberated through her, singing her to the spot on the chaise. But that was her Mister’s prerogative, wasn’t it?
“But perhaps we can find a way to allow you some relief, hmm minx? When I’ve determined you’ve earned it, of course.”
She swallowed. “Of course, Mister.”
She raised her hands over her head, opening her thighs a little, letting her body mold to the curve of the furniture beneath her. She was already thrumming head-to-toe with desire, with anticipation, with need.
Leo advanced on her then, leaning down to run one warm palm along her flank, over her hip, down the outside of her thigh. She shivered beneath his touch. He watched her body, then her face, carefully, as he trailed his hands up and down her. He sat on the edge of the chaise and teased her like this until goosebumps covered every inch of her.
She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. She was going to lose this battle of wills quickly. Her entire being was already begging for release. But she couldn’t plead yet. It was too early. The sooner she started to beg for it, the longer he would make her wait. Much as she relished the delicious torture, there was only so much one woman could take, damn it.
He grinned down at her, watching her body writhe for him, and continued teasing. Occasionally, a hand would trail to her inner thigh, raising the front of her skirt just a little, coming ever closer to her core, but never touching her where she desperately needed him to stroke. After a few passes, he would give her nipples small little pinches, making her gasp.
He played with her for an eternity, until her thighs were damp with her own desire. And when she was whimpering, when she was past the point of even forming words to plead with him for an orgasm, he finally shoved her thighs wide, and found her clit with the tips of rough fingers. He no longer teased. Now, he was ruthless. Merciless. His fingers circled her clit over and over fast, hard, and making her scream as an orgasm tore through her body without warning.
God, he would never ever tire of the sounds she made as she came. Never tire of the feel of her grinding against his hand. Or of the look of her body convulsing, the ecstasy painted on her face.
Leo let her ride it out, pressing tight to the most sensitive little nub of her body. When her spasms turned to little quivers and her body relaxed, he moved his hand from between her legs and hid a smile. He loved making her come. Literally, he was addicted to it at this point.
Her eyes fluttered open and she blinked slowly, her gaze finding his after a moment.
He gave her a stern look. “You did not ask to come.”
She swallowed hard but nodded. She knew she hadn’t. Not that he’d given her much choice in the matter. He’d teased her without end and then rubbed hard and fast on her clit, just the way he knew she liked, the way that could make her come in under a minute. He’d been intent on making her come. She’d just been too far gone to beg.
“Turn over.”
Silently, she rolled onto her side, and he helped her onto her belly and moved her into the exact position he wanted her in. The curve
beneath her raised her pert little ass in the most perfect position for punishing. And punishment she would receive.
He stood and grabbed the duffel to extract the mid-sized flogger he’d bought. It was bigger, heavier, than the one they’d been using intermittently in the soundproof media room. He’d been practicing with this one. It would provide a heavier, broader impact, and it made a glorious sound. It actually stung a little less than the smaller one.
“Close your eyes now, minx. It’s time for your punishment.”
“Yes, Mister,” she whispered hoarsely. He was going to have to get them some more water soon. Taking care of her needs was of utmost importance. He was once again deliriously happy that she’d chosen to share this place with him.
“Good girl.” He tested the flogger out in his hand, giving a couple practice swings in the air, and he watched in delight as she tensed at the sound. There was nothing quite like the noise a good toy like this made. He positioned himself at the end of the chaise lounge and lifted the flogger, swinging it deftly, until the wide ends landed with a thud on her left butt cheek. She groaned and he gave the other cheek a test slap.
Her hands clutched the edges of the towel beneath her, up on either side of her head. “How does that feel?”
“Good, Mister.”
“Good.” He repositioned and moved his hand in quick figure-eights, thwacking the last inch and a half of the faux leather tresses against her ass in downward swipes. He kept pace for several hits, and she groaned.
He slowed his pace, landing two harder thwacks on each cheek, and then raised the flogger so the ends tickled up and down the backs of her thighs, until she was trembling. “That was very naughty of you, coming without permission.”
“Yes, Mister,” her voice was a little whine.
“You’re not going to do that again, are you, minx?”
“No, Mister.” She was panting now.
“And do you think you’ve been punished enough?”
“N-No... Mister.”
“Fancy that. I don’t think so either. But who gets to decide that, hmm?”
“You, Mister.”
“That’s right. I will decide when you’ve had enough. And I think your punishment is just beginning, really.”
She whimpered.
He extracted a vibrator from the bag and turned it on. She was biting her bottom lip. That bottom lip he loved so much to suck and nip himself. He wanted inside that mouth, in fact. But it was too soon for that. He was going to make her come until she could barely stand, and when they got home, he was going to fuck her into oblivion. And he couldn’t do that if he made her suck him off here. Because he was already too close to losing control. And not of his temper, but of his pleasure, which was a nice change of pace.
“I’m going to slip this up your skirt, and into your panties, minx. And maybe it will go inside. Maybe I’ll nestle it right along your clit, or just rest it against your labia, to drive you crazy while I continue flogging that ass. What do you think, minx? Where would you like me to put it? And remember, now, you won’t be able to come, no matter where it goes. No more coming until I tell you you can.”
She groaned. “Inside, Mister. Please.”
“On the clit it is,” he announced triumphantly.
She glared at him over her shoulder. He grinned. “Come on, minx, you didn’t think I was really going to let you decide your punishment, did you?”
She whimpered again. That soft, pathetic, adorable sound making his cock swell even more. She was swallowing hard. “N-no.” The edge of desperation in her eyes gave him a moment’s pause. Was this too much? She’d asked for total control. And he’d mostly been able to give her that the past few months. But only in modified ways, always careful of not being too obvious, of not making his sister too uncomfortable. This weekend, he was intent to give Evangeline the total dominance she’d wanted from him. But what if it was too much?
He watched her face carefully. “No, what?” he demanded harshly.
A spark in her eyes told him she seriously considered not answering him. Which was all the answer he needed. His minx was still very much on board. “No, Mister,” she said, her voice stronger. Stubborn.
Perfection.
“That’s better.” He didn’t let his pride or amusement show. Instead, he bent to spread her thighs wider and move her panties to the side so he could slide the vibrator inside them. “Now, tell me when it’s right on that greedy little clit of yours, minx. And don’t you lie to me now.”
She groaned as she raised her hips, letting him move the vibrator into position. “Right... there, Mister,” she said between moans.
He was going to push the edges of her control.
“Good girl.” He slid her panties into place, holding the vibrator at the right angle, and stood, this time at the side of the chaise. From here, he could use several inches of the flogger tresses to land on both ass cheeks at once. Each heavy blow would press her down, and make her ass and hips flex, pressing her clit against the vibrator. Because he was an evil, demanding Mister.
“Now, don’t you dare come. Understood?”
She was already shaking, but she nodded. “Y-yes, Mister.”
He reared back with the flogger, and let it fly. When it smacked into her ass with a delicious sound, she cried out. “Y-yes. Fuck, yes. More, please. More, Mister,” she begged.
“Yes, minx. Much, much more.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
He was an evil, evil man. Evangeline writhed and bucked on the chaise, desperation clawing through her. She had to come. She had to.
He’d been flogging her for an eternity. Her ass was equal parts numb and stinging. And every heavy blow made her grind against the vibrator in her panties. It was on low, the vibration alone not enough to make her come. Just enough to tease her into a frenzy. But when the flogger landed, when she flexed, rubbing herself hard against the vibrator, it was enough to make her scream. It was enough that she was begging to come.
“Please, Mister. Please. I’m sorry. I... can’t. Please!” she screamed.
“I don’t know, minx. You sound pretty desperate, I’ll admit, but I don’t know that you sound very contrite, to be honest.”
She groaned. Fuck him. He was going to fucking kill her. She couldn’t... “Please,” she opened her eyes, looking up at him. His dark face was a mask of beauty. Intense. Dangerous. And all for her.
She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry,” she said, heartfelt. Her face burned, and she shuddered as the look in his eyes grew even more obsidian. She felt the distinct rush of shame running hot and then cold through her body. She had come without permission. Because he’d made her come. But that didn’t change the fact that she hadn’t asked. That she’d let herself lose control. Yes, that was definitely shame coursing through her now, and she... didn’t hate it. She lowered her eyes, and whispered, “I’m sorry, Mister.”
“I believe you.”
She glanced back at him, hope flaring. She’d been a good girl. She’d taken her punishment. She’d held out as long as she could. And now, he would reward her.
He licked his lips. And he watched her face as he lifted the flogger and his arm arced down, the impact this time even more intense, making her scream.
“Come for me, minx. Come while I turn this ass red for your transgressions. Come long, and hard, and let me hear you scream for me.”
She watched his face, watched his hand raise and lower again. She stopped fighting the orgasm. Stopped keeping herself tense from trying not to come, from attempting to keep some distance between her sensitive flesh and the vibrations. She flexed hard into the vibrator in time to the land of the flogger on her ass. All the while, she kept his dark, sinful face in her gaze. She memorized every angle, every piece of his face as her body spiraled out of control for him. Only for him.
One minute she was watching him through half-closed eyes and the next she was nothingness. She screeched as the orgasm ripped her in two. She convulsed so hard, she was
afraid she would fall off the edge of the chaise, but Leo was there, a hand on her ass, pressing her down firmly, shoving her clit harder against the vibrator and making sure she finished. Making sure to keep her safe as she transcended this plane. As she came apart over and over again.
She didn’t know how long the pleasure lasted. It felt never-ending. Her body was no longer her own. No longer part of this world. It was his. She belonged to Leo. Wholly. And when the intensity finally ebbed, when she came back to herself, and she blinked the room into focus, she was lying on top of him, warm, safe.
The vibrator had been slipped from her panties, and she lay, soaked, on top of her Mister, her head on his chest. Her panties may as well be non-existent at this point for how wet they were. Her thighs, her ass, even her skirt, were all covered in the slick evidence of her orgasms. She had no idea how she’d come so much. She was still gasping for air.
“I’ve got you, minx. Shh.” He rubbed gentle hands up and down her back. She knew her ass should hurt. And maybe it would at some point. But right now, she couldn’t feel anything in the rush of endorphins running her body.
She nodded against him but couldn’t move past that. Couldn’t speak. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “You take all the time you need. We don’t have to move.”
They were definitely monopolizing the room, but too bad. She couldn’t move right now if she was paid a million dollars. Her entire body had turned to mush, and she melted into a puddle on top of Leo. Her Mister.
She shivered, and he held her tightly to him, his arms coming around her back, a tether, a welcome weight, keeping her grounded. She licked her dry lips. She was going to need a gallon of water. Maybe some hot tea. And about a week’s worth of sleep.
But... she wanted more. She had to be absolutely insane. But she wanted more.
They lay like that for some time, and then she shifted so she could look up at him. She gave him a little smile. “I’m sorry for coming without permission, Sir.”
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