Unconditional Surrender by Desiree Holt Page A

colour of chocolate, walked into the central area holding the hands of a woman equally as naked whose rich, dark red hair cascaded down her back. Zena was a familiar performer, one sought after by those planning an exhibition. Her stage presence and responses were almost unequalled at the club. They stood together and bowed to the audience, taking care to address each side of the room. Their oiled bodies gleamed in the overhead lights.
    The men assisted Zena in stepping up to the low platform and then onto the padded bench.
    “Kneel,” Jaden ordered in a strong, authoritative voice.
    Zena positioned herself in the typical submissive pose, hands behind her back, eyes looking at the floor.
    Trent removed two items from the table and held them up for everyone to see. Nipple clamps. Kari could feel her own nipples tingle with anticipation and had to resist the urge to cup her breasts in her palms.
    Wordlessly the two men pulled on the woman’s buds with their fingers before each drawing one into his mouth. Her slight moans were intermingled with the sucking sounds, amplified by the room’s speakers. Kari had to swallow her own moans as the men put the clamps in place, lightly biting each nipple then stepping away.
    Placing Zena so the spotlight directly over the bench reflected off the clamps, Jaden and Trent arranged her on her hands and knees, stroking her with easy caresses as they did so. Jaden studied the items on the table before selecting a thin crop. He stroked it over the woman’s body with an easy movement of his hand and Kari could almost feel the thin, bound leather on her own body. He and Trent positioned themselves on either side of Zena. Then Trent reached beneath the bench and pressed something with his foot and the platform began to rotate very slowly.
    Lightly at first, and then with increasing speed, Jaden applied the crop to Zena’s buttocks and her thighs. Red stripes appeared, enhanced by the oil on her body, and sounds of pleasure drifted from her mouth. The harder and more rapidly Jaden applied the crop, the more sensual Zena’s groans became. At the same time Trent stood in front of her, his thumbs and forefingers plucking and twisting her clamped nipples. Kari squirmed in her chair, and heat crept up her face as she realised the men on either side of her were watching her rather than Zena. She gave them a weak smile then picked up her glass and sipped from it, hoping the icy liquid would cool her off.
    By the time Jaden was finished, Zena’s ass and thighs were red hot and she was rocking back and forth on her knees. He smoothed his hand over skin, tracing every curve and swell. Kari wished Sir could be here, applying the crop to her . Smoothing his hands over her skin. She swallowed the rest of her drink and signalled for a refill before turning back to the performance.
    Jaden stood directly behind Zena now and when the table rotated in her direction Kari saw that he was slowly rimming the opening of her vagina with the tip of the crop. Zena kept trying to push back against it, her cries of “Please!” urging him to slide it inside. But the lustful smile on his face was enough to let everyone know that he was far from ready to give her even that much satisfaction yet.
    Around her Kari heard murmuring sounds of approval punctuated with the breathless moans that signalled others were taking their own pleasure even as they watched the performance. She glanced surreptitiously to either side of her. The man to her right had his arms around his partner, who was standing with her back to him between his legs. Her blouse was open and his hands were kneading and squeezing her breasts. The man on the stool to her left had his fly unzipped and his companion stood next to him holding his swollen cock in her hands, stroking it as they both watched the trio on stage. Kari had to force herself to turn her attention back to the performance.
    Trent stepped off the platform for a moment, selected yet another