The Billionaire Submissive (Billionaires in Bondage) (30 page)

She has no idea how sexy it can be to hear the groans and moans of a submissive really enjoying the punishment. Like Donovan. If she saw what I can do to him…

It would be too much to ask of her very arrogant, proud, extremely sensitive and easily embarrassed submissive whose hard limit was exhibition. Even the threat of someone walking in made him uncomfortable, let alone having other people in the room. But could he talk to them? Help Hannah understand how much her husband needed this? She texted him.
Can you come up to room 243? No emergency.

He immediately texted back.
On my way.

“I’ll be right back,” she told Hannah and stepped outside into the hallway. The elevator dinged and there he was, striding straight toward her so he could pull her tightly against him.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she whispered against his neck, squeezing him harder. “Thank you for understanding. For not jumping to conclusions. They just needed my help. Desperately.”

“Someone has to make sure you’re safe,” he growled but he rubbed his mouth against her ear. “For all I knew, you were meeting some nutjob client who was going to make you sorry you dumped his ass for me.”

For all her standard operating safety procedures, it’d never dawned on her that one of her clients would try to hurt her. Hannah and Ralph wouldn’t, but would one of the others? If she’d gotten a similar message from one of them, would she have come alone?

“So what’s the problem?”

“She doesn’t understand how the pain can be arousing. I’ve been trying to show her with as little interaction into their relationship as possible, but she’s not able to make the connection.”

“You want to show her what we do.”

“I tried to show her with Ralph, but I don’t feel anything when I punish the clients. Not arousal at least. But with you…”

“I’ll do it.”

“Donovan, you don’t have to. If you can just talk to them, it’ll help.”

“You know my limits, Mistress.” He said it easily, his confidence and trust fully in her. Such trust rocked her to her core. “If you think it’ll help them, I’m willing to try.”

It took a few minutes to get everyone readjusted. She had Hannah untie Ralph so he could sit up and watch. Donovan stripped off his suit coat and shirt, but kept his pants firmly in place. His collar looked damned good against his skin with those silky expensive pants covering his lower half. Lilly went through the toys the Hamiltons had brought. She hated to use anyone else’s equipment, but she knew they hadn’t owned any of the tools for long. The crop was still stiff and hardly used at all. Lilly would be surprised if the other woman had even picked it up. It was too grim, too harsh, for where she was in her BDSM journey.

Watching Donovan, she experimentally bent the crop between her hands, testing its flexibility. “It’s pretty stiff. It’s going to be a sharp cut.”

His eyes were already darker, his nostrils flaring with every breath. “Maybe we ought to carry over the count from yesterday then.”

“Are you sure about that, lover boy? Because your dirty mouth really offended me yesterday, and you also told me no.”

“That’s an automatic ten, then, at least.”

“Ten it is.” She smiled and let her voice go husky. “I’ll forgive your other offenses because you used that dirty mouth so very well. Do you want to be bound?”

His gaze flickered to the watchers. “No.”

Nodding, she used the crop to point where she wanted him.

He bent over the table, gripping the far edge for leverage. He shifted his lower body until he was braced with both feet on the floor, his upper body flat and waiting for her attention.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

The sight of him waiting, wanting her lash, was enough to arouse her. She turned to Hannah and Ralph, letting them see her reaction. She knew her color was high, her nipples were hard and firm, probably visible through her T-shirt. She licked her lips, another deliberate sign of desire. “When we’re at home, he strips completely, but for his modesty, he’s keeping his pants on today. It’s a pity, because I dearly love whipping his firm, tight ass. He truly is magnificent under those trousers.”

Hannah’s eyes were wide and she clutched her husband’s hand tightly.

Donovan muttered something beneath his breath. Probably threatening something dire. Which only made Lilly laugh.

“Yes, dear, just a moment.” She gave an experimental blow to her thigh. The leather cut nicely through her jeans, a burn she could easily feel despite the heavy denim.
I’m going to have to really watch it or he won’t make it to ten without needing to come, and I don’t want to do that to him in front of them.

“When I look at him, Hannah, I see…” She had to stop and catch her breath, all teasing forgotten. “I see his need. He
needs
to feel the pain as much as he needs to breathe. It’s like a toothache that never goes away, growing worse and worse every day. No root canal can take away the pain. Just me. I can do this for him. I love hearing the sound the crop makes on his flesh. I love the way he groans. I love to know I can drive him out of his mind with need. I want to do this for him because I love him. I love him with my whole heart.”

He trembled, a soft helpless sound escaping his throat.

“I’m going to punish you now, Donovan. Is that what you want?”

His breathing quickened with anticipation. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Remember your safeword.”

He turned his head slightly so he could glare at her over his shoulder. “I won’t need it.”

“We’ll see.” She tapped his back lightly with the tip of the crop and he quivered like a horse trying to shake a fly. “Even though I know he’s more than ready, I have to start gently. All pain without the buildup isn’t arousing. It just hurts. Sometimes I like to touch him a little first.” She smoothed her palm down his spine and he lifted into her caress. “This is especially good when I have him bound and he can’t move. It helps make the bondage, the helplessness, more real in his head. If he can’t move to deepen my caress, even though it feels good, he’s not going to be able to escape the lash.”

She noticed the other couple holding hands, which gave her another idea. “Hannah, put your submissive where you want him. Don’t worry about bonds for now. Don’t worry about technique or blows. Just touch him, like I’m touching Donovan.”

Lilly stoked her palm up and down his back, even slipping down to knead his buttocks and the backs of his thighs, drawing a low groan from him. “Handle him hard, Hannah. He can take it and it’s unexpected from a woman. Touch him with confidence and surety. He’s yours. Every part of his body is yours. Let him feel how strong you are. Squeeze him with all your strength, all your love and determination.”

She must be doing it because Ralph let out a soft moan too. Much better than the boring attempt at discipline earlier.

“Now we’re going to begin by warming up. Give him a few gentle love taps with the tails. Softer than your hands were. No snap, no noise, just the touch and promise.” Matching her words, she rubbed the crop up and down Donovan’s back, trailing the tip down his shoulder all the way down to his knuckles gripping the table so determinedly. Lightly, she tapped each knuckle. “No pain, not yet. This should be a sweet promise of what’s to come.”

She checked to see how Hannah was doing. She was more relaxed, stroking her husband’s back with one hand and the leather tails in her other. Finally, she almost looked like she was enjoying it. Good.

“Feel the heat, Hannah. Feel his skin beneath your hand. Rub up against him to torment yourself. He’s yours. If he’s not arousing you, use him until you are. That’s what he’s there for. If you’re not enjoying it, don’t start walloping away at him. If you’re hoping to arouse him, you’ve got to be aroused yourself.”

“I don’t feel you pressed up against me,” Donovan whispered. He’d turned his head so he could watch her, his cheek pressed to his biceps so he didn’t have to hold up his head. “How am I supposed to know if you’re aroused?”

“Is this better?” She leaned against his buttocks, using her weight to pin him against the table. She even stretched out on top of him, laying her arms along his. “Besides, you know I’m always turned on when it comes to you.”

He pushed his hips back against her, lifting her up on her toes, so she rubbed her breasts against him until she couldn’t stifle the low moan. “There it is. Now I know you’re enjoying me, Mistress.”

She didn’t have to look over at the other couple to know it was going well for them either. She could hear it. The soft little sighs, the whispers, the connection that had been missing earlier. Without saying anything, she backed away from Donovan, giving his buttock a warning squeeze so he knew what was coming. His back rippled, muscles gliding beneath his skin in anticipation. Urging her to give him what he needed so desperately.

The crack of the crop on his back resounded through the room, even though she was careful not to strike him too hard. After so many scenes, she knew exactly how much he could take, how quickly, and the buildup had them both chomping at the bit.

His breath hissed out between his teeth and he worked his hands, releasing and then re-gripping the edge to give his fingers a rest. She waited until he was settled again, and then gave him another blow to the opposite shoulder. This time, he couldn’t hold back his groan.

“Now that’s the sound of a sub enjoying what his Mistress is giving him. Are you, Donovan?”

“Yes,” he ground out, his voice rumbling deep and low. “More, Mistress. Make me beg.”

“Hannah, are you ready to take your sub to the next level? Can you make him beg?”

“I don’t know.” Breathless, Hannah met her gaze. She was still nervous, but her cheeks were flushed and her lips puffy like she’d been kissing Ralph. She wore a traditional Dominatrix bustier, and her throat and chest were flushed pink. “I’m still afraid.”

“Of what?” Lilly tried to keep her attention on the other woman, but it was impossible when she had Donovan stretched out waiting for her attention. The red marks on his back held her gaze, tempting her to lay a ladder of marks down his back until she could redden his buttocks. She’d much rather have his ass bare so she could watch the skin redden and swell.

“What if hurt him? I mean, really hurt him?”

“Hurt me, Hannah.” Ralph moaned. “Please, please, I need you so bad.”

“Strike now, Hannah.” Lilly used her firmest Mistress voice. “Don’t wait. Don’t think. Strike him. Give him what he wants.”

The other woman reared back and lashed her husband’s back with the flail, crying out louder than he did. Appalled at what she’d done, she wavered, her face paling.

I have to get her back to arousal. More feeling. Less thinking.

“Check yourself, Hannah. Are you wet?”

“Wha… What?”

Keeping her attention on Donovan to give her some privacy, she gave him another quick, hard strike. “Are you wet, Hannah?” Another blow. His back arched so he could push his hips up in welcome, silently begging for where he wanted the next blow. She was only too happy to oblige. “I know I am. I love watching the way his skin moves. The way the red marks begin to color his skin. I think that’s why I like his ass so much. I can spank and spank until his entire backside is cherry red, hot to the touch, and so, so pretty. Just thinking about it makes me wet.”

Hannah didn’t answer, so Lilly looked over at her. Blushing and unable to meet her gaze, Hannah hugged herself. Hiding. Covering her breasts, which were probably aching. “It’s okay to be aroused by what your husband is enjoying. Look at him, Hannah. Is he enjoying it? Grab his cock. Is it hard? Put your hand down your panties. Are you wet? If so, you’re doing it right.”

By the loudness of his moan, Ralph was highly enjoying his wife’s assessment. “He’s hard, Mistress L. You’ve done it!”

“No, ma’am.
You’ve
done it. Now keep it going. But I want you to keep your left hand in your panties. Make yourself hum with pleasure as you whip him. Don’t hold back. If it feels good, tell him. Tell him how good it’s going to be when he can slide into you while you lash the backs of his thighs.” From her own sessions with Ralph to demonstrate what he preferred to his wife, she knew that was his sweet spot which would make him sweat and groan until on the verge of release.

She returned her attention to Donovan, pacing herself so the sharp crack of the crop punctuated the softer
thwap
of the tails. The blows landed harder, closer together. Both subs were starting to get desperate, and the soft cries from the corner warned her not to look. Not unless she wanted to see Hannah fucking her husband. Luckily, Lilly had given Donovan the ten she’d promised. She went around to the table and squatted down so she could look into her sub’s eyes.

“Are they…?” he asked.

“Yep, they sure are.” She couldn’t help but grin as the tips of his ears crisped to fire-engine red. “Aw, lover boy, don’t tell me you’ve never listened to someone else have sex before?”

He lifted his head, pinning her with the intensity of his gaze. “Not when I want you so badly I can’t remember why I’d be mad at myself later for doing the same thing.”

Temptation burned through her. Joy at helping the Hamiltons only fed her desire for her very own submissive. But Mistress L had to remember the limits, and he’d been clear on his questionnaire engraved on her brain. Public sex wasn’t something he was comfortable with, and he certainly wasn’t into sharing. He wouldn’t like remembering later that another couple had heard them climax or another man might have seen his Mistress in a compromising position. He might very well regret the lapse in judgment and it was her responsibility to make sure he never had cause for regret. Not when it came to his pleasure.