from the crowd. Some brought
their own slaves, shackled or leashed, others were in fetish gear looking for a
connection, either permanent or fleeting. Although most members signed up as
masters, some members chose to be slaves themselves. They were masked and
gorgeous, each and every one of them, their eyes sparkling.
Rex tugged on his gloves,
remembering Joanna’s supposed taste for leather.
He hadn’t believed it, not any
more than he believed any more of her supposed confessions, but now he
wondered.
Could his fantasy truly come true?
His heart pounded.
“First dibs, Rex?” one of the
long-standing members called.
Rex smiled. “I like them fresh,”
he said and winked.
“You like the training,” that
member teased.
“Because he’s the best,” Tony the
bartender added. More than one member looked hopeful.
Joanna shivered when he halted in
front of her, sensing his presence.
Rex was ready to split his pants.
Athena smiled at him, missing
nothing. They’d known each other too long and played too many games together to
have secrets any more. “Our new recruit is naughty,” she said in the dark voice
that made all the sex slaves shiver. Athena ran a fingertip down Joanna’s
spine, a proprietary gesture that made her nipples tighten and her back arch.
Her mouth opened again, as if she’d gasp, then closed.
“You know how I like the bad
girls,” Athena murmured. “I’m tempted to keep her myself tonight. Maybe have
her for dessert.” She arched a brow.
“But we’ve agreed that she’s all
mine,” Rex said and beckoned to the feather bearer.
Joanna caught her breath.
Rex lifted a trio of peacock
feathers and brushed their tips across her breast. Joanna shivered in surprise,
but he kept tickling and teasing, flicking their silken plumes across her skin.
Her mouth opened and closed, opened and closed, her color rising, her agitation
becoming more clear with every stroke.
He didn’t know what she’d
expected, but she hadn’t expected this.
She was loving it, and neither of
them had expected that.
Although his own reaction to his
first assault by feathers had been explosive. The tickling awakened every
nerve, teasing but never delivering, making the body yearn for more and more.
The awareness that others were gathered around, watching, assisting in the
torment, had been what had driven him over the edge.
At his gesture, Athena took
several feathers from the feather bearer, tickling Joanna on her buttocks and
between her thighs. Joanna twitched and trembled, blushing as her pulse rate
increased.
Rex beckoned and the other members
closed around them, taking feathers and tickling Joanna with them. Rex knew
she’d hear their footfalls, their breath, their heat. He watched her shake
beneath the assault of silken plumes, watched her tremble and vibrate.
And he smelled her hot wet sex.
If she was pretending, it was a
hell of a ruse.
Rex reached out abruptly and
cupped one of her breasts in his hand. Not a harsh gesture, just one Joanna
wouldn’t be able to anticipate with the blindfold. He expected her to jerk away
from him, but she didn’t. The feathers fell away, leaving her quivering in his
grasp.
But she held her ground.
Had Joanna taken this job because
of her own inclinations? Rex loved that idea. Or was he seeing what he wanted
to see?
Rex deliberately caressed her
nipple, then pinched it lightly. Joanna caught her breath, arched her back and
swallowed. The flush that touched her skin revealed to him that she was
tingling, aware of him, outside of her comfort zone.
But enjoying it.
So was he.
He flicked a glance at Athena,
whose gaze was considering.
“Sensitive, too,” he murmured,
running his thumb back and forth across that hard nipple.
“Don’t spank that out of her
completely,” Athena chided. Joanna was listening, trying to hide her dismay,
but those nipples told no lies. She did like the idea of being spanked.
“It’ll take more than one night to
do that.” Rex
their own slaves, shackled or leashed, others were in fetish gear looking for a
connection, either permanent or fleeting. Although most members signed up as
masters, some members chose to be slaves themselves. They were masked and
gorgeous, each and every one of them, their eyes sparkling.
Rex tugged on his gloves,
remembering Joanna’s supposed taste for leather.
He hadn’t believed it, not any
more than he believed any more of her supposed confessions, but now he
wondered.
Could his fantasy truly come true?
His heart pounded.
“First dibs, Rex?” one of the
long-standing members called.
Rex smiled. “I like them fresh,”
he said and winked.
“You like the training,” that
member teased.
“Because he’s the best,” Tony the
bartender added. More than one member looked hopeful.
Joanna shivered when he halted in
front of her, sensing his presence.
Rex was ready to split his pants.
Athena smiled at him, missing
nothing. They’d known each other too long and played too many games together to
have secrets any more. “Our new recruit is naughty,” she said in the dark voice
that made all the sex slaves shiver. Athena ran a fingertip down Joanna’s
spine, a proprietary gesture that made her nipples tighten and her back arch.
Her mouth opened again, as if she’d gasp, then closed.
“You know how I like the bad
girls,” Athena murmured. “I’m tempted to keep her myself tonight. Maybe have
her for dessert.” She arched a brow.
“But we’ve agreed that she’s all
mine,” Rex said and beckoned to the feather bearer.
Joanna caught her breath.
Rex lifted a trio of peacock
feathers and brushed their tips across her breast. Joanna shivered in surprise,
but he kept tickling and teasing, flicking their silken plumes across her skin.
Her mouth opened and closed, opened and closed, her color rising, her agitation
becoming more clear with every stroke.
He didn’t know what she’d
expected, but she hadn’t expected this.
She was loving it, and neither of
them had expected that.
Although his own reaction to his
first assault by feathers had been explosive. The tickling awakened every
nerve, teasing but never delivering, making the body yearn for more and more.
The awareness that others were gathered around, watching, assisting in the
torment, had been what had driven him over the edge.
At his gesture, Athena took
several feathers from the feather bearer, tickling Joanna on her buttocks and
between her thighs. Joanna twitched and trembled, blushing as her pulse rate
increased.
Rex beckoned and the other members
closed around them, taking feathers and tickling Joanna with them. Rex knew
she’d hear their footfalls, their breath, their heat. He watched her shake
beneath the assault of silken plumes, watched her tremble and vibrate.
And he smelled her hot wet sex.
If she was pretending, it was a
hell of a ruse.
Rex reached out abruptly and
cupped one of her breasts in his hand. Not a harsh gesture, just one Joanna
wouldn’t be able to anticipate with the blindfold. He expected her to jerk away
from him, but she didn’t. The feathers fell away, leaving her quivering in his
grasp.
But she held her ground.
Had Joanna taken this job because
of her own inclinations? Rex loved that idea. Or was he seeing what he wanted
to see?
Rex deliberately caressed her
nipple, then pinched it lightly. Joanna caught her breath, arched her back and
swallowed. The flush that touched her skin revealed to him that she was
tingling, aware of him, outside of her comfort zone.
But enjoying it.
So was he.
He flicked a glance at Athena,
whose gaze was considering.
“Sensitive, too,” he murmured,
running his thumb back and forth across that hard nipple.
“Don’t spank that out of her
completely,” Athena chided. Joanna was listening, trying to hide her dismay,
but those nipples told no lies. She did like the idea of being spanked.
“It’ll take more than one night to
do that.” Rex
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