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At last, when her head was spinning from the music and her
body was humming from the random touches, he led her to a small platform and
stopped.

“Are you ready, baby?” he asked softly. She nodded silently.
He unclipped the leash and draped it over his neck, then offered her his hand.
He lifted her to her feet and his eyes roamed possessively over her body. “Then
let’s continue,” he said, and turned her to face the platform.

Derek helped Elise up onto the small stage. It raised her
about twelve inches off the floor, showing off her mile-long legs and placing
her delectable breasts at eye-level. He laid her arms along two leather-bound
supports and gently pushed her back so that the upper part of her back was
supported by more soft leather.

She looked like a sexy, erotic winter fairy. He bound her
wrists to the arm rests with black silken ties and repeated the action on her
slim ankles encased in her fuck-me boots. The apparatus left her completely
accessible from the waist down, front and back.

She wore nothing but the short skirt. He grabbed the waist
band of the skirt and pulled it up until her pussy glistened in the red and
white lights twinkling in the public play area.

Her perfect tits stuck out straight and proud, her nipples a
cherry-red from the clamps holding them tightly. Derek couldn’t have been
prouder of her than he was at this moment. He’d been wrong, he realized. She
wasn’t some little fairy sexpot. She was the goddess of sex, ready to sacrifice
herself on the altar of pleasure. He rubbed the front of his pants, trying to
calm the ache in his dick. He’d never been so fucking attracted to her as he
was in that one glorious moment.

Before parading her into the public room, he’d been
terrified that it would be too much for her and he’d be forced to pack away his
Dominant side again. A sacrifice he’d been more than willing to make for her…at
least up until this point. Now he didn’t know if it was possible to go back.
For either of them.

As he posed Elise in the middle of the public play area of
Velvet Ice’s third floor, Derek realized that this was the final test. Could
she handle being on display to anyone who cared to look? Could she take it when
he allowed others to bring her pleasure?

Her head was bowed meekly, but he caught the glitter of her
eyes scanning the surrounding area. He knew what she was seeing—naked or barely
clothed submissives engaged in a multitude of erotic activities. Some leashed,
some acting as tables while others were strapped to various walls, frames and
apparatus as their Masters whipped them into sexual frenzies. Moans permeated
the exclusive area, men and women alike performing any act their Masters
desired of them.

“I will ask you one last time, Elise, so think carefully
before you answer. Can you handle this part of who I am?” He held up his hand
as she started to open her mouth.

“Lise, listen. You have felt my whip. I have shown you how I
expect you to behave and how I will parade you as I choose to. The last thing
you have to understand is that when we are here, when we are within these
walls, I will allow others to touch you, maybe even to take you, for your
pleasure and for mine.” Her small hiss did not escape his ears.

He moved close to her, his bare chest to her bare breasts,
his hard cock pressing against her belly through his trousers. He moved his
mouth to her ear.

“I want to see others touch you. I want them to bring you
pleasure on my command. Nothing turns me on more than seeing you come apart,
and I want to make that happen in as many ways as I can think of. Sometimes I
will want you to suck or fuck another man.” He slid his tongue along the
delicate shell of her ear. “Oh, yes, Lise. I want to see your sweet pink mouth
swallow another man’s dick. The idea of seeing you bent over and taken by
another man, knowing he wouldn’t dare to touch you without my permission, has
my cock ready to explode.”

He nipped her chin. His hands slid to her clamped nipples
and he flicked the tight buds. “Does the idea of me watching you get off excite
you, baby?” He backed an inch away from her face. “Let’s see how wet
my
pussy
is.”

He pushed two fingers between her plump lower lips and the
hiss that escaped into the room this time was his. “Oh fuck, Lise. You’re
gushing. You love the idea of all the things I’m going to do with you, don’t
you?” He removed two fingers and pushed four into her pussy. The flesh was
supple and tight and he slid his thumb along her heated clit and pumped into
her. “Fuck, baby. You’re stretched so good for me. Look how much you can take.”

She opened her eyes and locked her gaze on his hand,
watching him finger her, stretch her. Her pussy got softer, wetter with every
thrust. He pulled out his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking three
of them.

“Baby, you taste like honey.” He traced his last finger
along her lips. “Lick your juice, baby. Taste what I taste, what I crave, what
I love.”

She looked at him dead-on and slowly her pink tongue licked
her lips. He knew the look she had in her eye. It was the take-no-prisoners
look she wore in the courtroom during a high-profile case, and a light bulb
went off in his head. Elise was totally in her element here, splayed out for
the world to see. It was the same way in the courtroom. He’d seen her in action
often enough. She loved the attention, loved capturing the minds of the jurors.
Elise loved being pushed into stepping up her game. It was one of the reasons
she was among the best of her peers. Now she’d turned that need to perform on
Velvet Ice’s third floor.

Elise was going to die. Not from being bound and displayed
like the newest decadent treat to enter the room, but from sheer need to
orgasm. She didn’t really care how at this point—no, all she cared about was
the sweet release only coming could produce.

She was stunned by the absolute power she felt. She didn’t
feel like a slave—she felt like a queen upon her throne waiting to be serviced.
Before the night was over, she knew Derek would make her come so many times and
in so many ways that she’d never be free of the sensations. Elise had thought
this night was about proving she could handle Derek’s sexual preferences. What
she’d learned was that these were
her
sexual preferences she was
discovering.

When he talked about letting another man touch her, taste
her and fuck her, she wanted to jump out of her skin. Not in shame or disgust
but in triumph, because she knew that by doing these things Derek would lift
her to new sexual heights they’d never shared before. The things they’d already
done tonight had simply cemented her feelings for Derek in a way time together
never had.

The logical part of her mind told her she was crazy, that
her thinking was muddled. Other parts of her—her heart, her body, her very
soul—knew this was right for her. Even without Derek looking at her like she
was a feast set out for a king, Elise was having a life-altering discovery.

She liked this place. She liked the way she was dressed and
how she felt. She was bathed in erotic delights, and she loved knowing she was
at the center of a fantasy like no other. Elise had never felt so powerful
before, not in even court facing down a hostile witness. There was no fear
inside her. She was a sensuous creature who was pleasing the man she loved. She
wanted to please him, needed to make him burn for her the way she burned for
him.

Derek gently brushed a finger across her cheek and sat down
in a wingback chair next to where she was bound. He raised his hand to a
waitress, who nodded and disappeared into the crowd. It didn’t take long for
the striking older man who’d been the first to pet her to approach Derek.

They weren’t close enough for her to hear their
conversation, so she focused on observing them. The stranger was tall, his dark
hair brushed with silver at the temples. He was dressed elegantly in a designer
suit. He shook Derek’s hand, then moved to stand in front of her.

Elsie dropped her head, knowing better than to meet his
gaze, and the man laughed. “Your Master told me you are a remarkable woman. I
see he was correct.” The waitress reappeared with a tray filled with
plastic-wrapped toys. The man looked over the offerings and picked up a
vibrating wand with a large head. He unwrapped the new toy and laid the plastic
on the tray. The woman left.

He turned the wand on, and moved it over her nipples. She
whimpered at the sensation, feeling the buds draw even more painfully erect.
The anonymous Dom gave a low chuckle and slanted a glance at Derek. “Your
slave’s nipples are so responsive,” he murmured. Elise closed her eyes as the
vibrations jolted through the clamps.

“They taste even better,” Derek answered. Elise looked
sharply at Derek, who only raised an amused eyebrow in her direction. She knew
a dare when given one. She stuck her chest out and offered herself to the
stranger. Derek smiled knowingly.

The Dom bent and took one nipple in his mouth, clamp and
all. She cried out in pleasure as his teeth scraped the very tip and tiny
electric bolts of pleasure moved up her chest.

He gentled his lips and sucked lightly, almost tenderly,
until her breathing evened out a bit. Then he moved over to sample her left
breast, giving it the same exotic treatment as the first. When she was twisting
in her bonds, arching her back and trying to force him to take more, to suck
harder, he straightened, set the vibrator at her feet and moved away. She
whimpered in frustration and unfulfilled lust.

When she was finally coherent enough to pay attention again,
Derek was talking to a man of Asian descent, his features striking, his bone
structure perfection. He turned his attention to her, dangling a long scarlet
rope in his hands.

She watched in fascination as he brought the rope around her
waist to the front, wrapping it snugly under her breasts. He then criss-crossed
the pieces and made an equally snug band above her breasts, caging them in a
red nylon harness.

“I’m using twisted rope,
koibito
,” the man told her
conversationally, “because it will leave beautiful marks on all this creamy
white skin.” With a quick twist of the ends, he began to wrap the long tails of
the rope around first one, then the other full breast. The rope was tight but
not uncomfortable. The pressure caused her breasts to swell between the heavy
strands which, in turn, cause the nipple clamps to pinch even tighter.

Elise moaned in sensual distress.

He wrapped until there was only a small amount of slack
left, then took it and knotted it behind her neck like a halter. He worked
slowly and carefully—the precision of his long, nimble fingers kept her
entranced.

He stepped back and smiled and her breath caught at the
beauty of his expression. Then her breath caught again as the slight shift in
position tightened the ropes just that tiny bit more. With a brief bow, the
lovely Asian man stepped off the stage.

“Close your eyes, baby,” Derek commanded, and she did.

The music was low, trancelike. The air was filled with the
sound of flesh striking flesh, leather whispering through the air to kiss
tender skin. Elise could hear her heart beating, could feel the blood coursing
through her veins. The skin of her breasts swelled still more as blood rushed
in to fill the tissues only to be trapped by the rope so intricately wrapped
around her. Each breath, each heartbeat caused her breasts to become more
sensitive, more aroused, until it seemed her entire consciousness was centered
on the crack of nearby whips and the pulsing of her nipples in time with her
heart.

She’d begun the slide into herself when a shock of something
slippery pooled briefly in the dimple above her ass before sliding in a cool
rush between her cheeks.

Her eyes snapped open and she turned to look at Derek. He
was smiling as the unknown hand explored her rear. A single finger swirled what
she knew to be lube around her tight hole, rimming her but not penetrating. Her
lover’s eyes were hooded as he watched her arch into the touch. Streaks of red
slashed over his cheeks. His lips were damp and heavy and he didn’t even try to
hide his incredible hard-on. The front of his dress pants was tented and he
gripped the base of his erection firmly through the material.

He looked more turned-on than she’d ever seen him, sitting
there like Eros taking pleasure in her surrender to his desires and fantasies.
A Domme lounged in a chair next to Derek and he turned his attention away from
Elise. Jealousy spiked within her as Derek threw his head back and laughed at
something the petite, flame-haired woman said.

She was jolted out of her jealousy when the invisible person
who’d continued probing her rear entrance suddenly pierced her with a thick
finger. The finger was quickly removed and replaced with a well-lubed probe.
She cried out involuntarily at the sensation of being so deeply impaled, and
Derek’s eyes jerked back to her. He gave a slow smile, nodded to whoever was
behind her, then turned back to speak to the woman at his side.

At her feet sat an impressively naked man. He was young and
very attractive. His Mistress spoke softly to him. The young man turned his
attention to Elise and nodded his head, then crawled over to where she stood.
Without saying a word, he rose to his knees, his head parallel with Elise’s
pussy. He simply leaned forward and began to lick her. His tongue split her
plump lips and surrounded her clit. He suckled it gently, teasing her to the
brink of madness. She turned her eyes back to Derek. His pants were unbuttoned
and his cock head was peeking out.

Her entire being focused on her lover, watching, waiting for
him to do something. She felt every lick and suck of the sub on his knees but
it was Derek’s face that held her gaze. His desire was written plainly across
it—his brows were drawn and his breathing was growing harsher by the second.

But he seemed determined to torture them both.

Elise lost track of time—she wasn’t sure if she’d been tied
up for an hour or days. Derek allowed others to touch her, bring her to the
brink of bliss only to be denied in the final moments. She was lightly flogged.
The clamps removed from her nipples sent a flood of fiery sensation roaring
through her. She was penetrated front and back with vibrating dildos. She was
licked and sucked from head to toe, softly, powerfully, so roughly it was
almost painful. Her body was wound so tight that a cool breeze across her
nipples would surely send her over the edge. And through it all, Derek watched,
his face a mask of dangerous passion, eyes nearly black with lust.