Mr. Smith's Whip (4 page)

“Close your eyes and feel,” Colin instructed. “I love the sound of your breathing as he touches you. You’re so aroused and your nipples are so hard against your dress. I want to lick them and make you scream from the pleasure. The way you’re squeezing my fingers and shaking, I can only imagine what it will feel like when I fuck you. Do you want that, Livvy? For me to fuck you and make you mine.”

“Yes,” she breathed. Turning her head, she pressed her lips into his neck so he knew she was answering him and not responding to the man beneath the table. The hidden waiter’s mouth was heading for dangerous territory. She was terrified of scandalizing the other diners and staff if he reached his destination. If? When… There was no stopping him, and Colin wanted this so she wouldn’t fight. Besides, it was a forbidden dream come true.

Her folds were parted and hot breath coasted along her wetness. Inside her, the weighted balls vibrated against each other as her channel quivered. Strands of pleasure radiated from her center, and she bit back another moan as the sensations inside her raced toward orgasm. How would
La Maison
react when she let out a mindless cry of passion? Heat raced into her face, but she knew when the moment rushed upon her, she wouldn’t care.

“It feels so good, doesn’t it,” Colin murmured. He caressed her wrist, feathering his thumb over the sensitive inside. She could hardly fathom his words as he touched her, and the person beneath the table stroked his fingers along her crevice. He gathered her cream, using it to create the sensual glide of his hand.

Her teeth sank into her bottom lip. She couldn’t…she couldn’t just… She was going to come! Right here in the middle of this swank, hushed restaurant.

A mouth covered her clit as two fingers pushed into her pussy, stretching the passage and tapping against Colin’s naughty toy. In and out, he surged while he sucked and licked at her throbbing nub. A low, strangled groan fought for freedom in her throat, and she squeezed Colin’s fingers. With her eyes closed, her entire focus was on the sensation on her cunt and Colin’s hard body pressed to her side. Under the cover of the table, he splayed his large hand over her belly.

“I can feel your muscles flexing as you react to him,” he murmured against her ear. “I can’t wait to see you naked and spread out while you’re given pleasure. I’ve waited so long to hear your lovely cries as you come.”

She jerked at his words and the man nipping at her folds. The fingers of her free hand dug into the seat as her hips angled to him, seeking all the pleasure. He added a third finger, tugging hard on her clit and abrading it with his teeth. With a choked cry, she careened into orgasm, pulses surging through her while the man lapped swiftly at her convulsing pussy, gathering her release. Colin caught her cries with his mouth solidly over hers. His hand clasped the back of her head and kept her in place while he delved inside with his tongue and muffled her release. It seemed to go on.

Finally, she felt the hidden waiter ease away from her and smoothed her skirt into place.

Still her whole body vibrated. Every nerve was so on edge she wanted to lay back on the seat and beg Colin to fuck her right here—spectators be damned. He’d said he liked exhibition, but she supposed this wasn’t the setting he had in mind.

Slowly, he lifted his lips from hers. “I want you to slide out and go to the ladies room.

There’s a lounge between the hallway and the restroom. Wait there.” Was this another test?

Giving him a slight nod, she waited for him to stand then slid from the seat. She didn’t worry about how the waiter had gotten beneath the table or how he’d departed. It wasn’t from the portion that faced the rest of the dining room, and she supposed Colin would explain later. He knew, she knew he did. He’d obviously planned exactly what would happen. She couldn’t help but wonder what else he had in store for her at this “meal”. Would they even eat? She didn’t care. She was enjoying this experience far more than she’d ever enjoyed any food.

The odd, carefree feeling that came over her was strange. It was as if she could do anything—that anything would go. She’d never had a sexually permissive lifestyle, but she’d wanted Colin for so long, she suspected she’d try whatever he suggested tonight. It was as if she’d been given a free pass to do things she’d normally be far too repressed to do. In the past, she’d been kinda adventurous in the bedroom, but never publically. What was it about Colin that brought this out?

The ladies’ lounge was a throwback to the Victorian era with plush red velvet and curved wood. A pair of benches stood against one upholstered wall and a settee sat in the middle of the floor, atop a red and black oriental-style carpet.

She jumped as the bolt on the door was thrown behind her. She swung around and took two steps backward as Colin leaned against the door, his arms crossed as he watched her. He’d moved so quietly—or she’d been so deep in thought—that she hadn’t heard him following.

“Take off your clothes,” he ordered, his voice so quiet and lethal she sensed his words more than heard them. They vibrated across her body like a sonic wave, arousing whatever scant ions might have remained dormant.

“Here?” she questioned. What if someone was in the restroom and they came through?

“Now,” he rasped as she hesitated and started to look around.

With a jump and an accompanying contraction in her core, she reached for her hem. She wanted him to fuck her; there was no question about that. It was only getting naked
here
that stalled her actions.

“Livvy,” he warned. “I don’t want to spank you here. Not yet.” Her breath stalled and she grasped her skirt. Spank her? Didn’t he realize how hot that thought made her? That she
wanted
him to spank her? She would have thought he’d realize that from their conversation at the library.

In two long steps, he was in front of her and he yanked her into his arms. His hand buried in her hair as he fiercely took her mouth, pushing apart her lips and darting his tongue inside.

Olivia groaned as his force bent her back over the iron-muscled arm he’d slung behind her waist.

She clung to his biceps for balance while her body went soft for him. He was rough, and she wanted him that way. She wanted him out-of-control when he plowed into her with the full force of his passion.

He grabbed at her dress, hiking it up until his warm hand splayed on her bare ass. His erection pressed to the juncture of her thighs, promising her a hard ride and revealing the thin breadth of his control.

“I could take you right here,” he growled against her mouth.

“Please, Sir,” she begged. She needed him. He’d started this in his study room and she didn’t know that she could wait until they reached
The Dungeon.
The frustration aroused her further, especially knowing it was pushing him to this extreme—sex at a posh restaurant.

She trailed a hand over his chest and ripped belly to cup his throbbing erection.

“Open my pants,” he ordered, stepping back slightly so she could straighten. She flipped open the button of the closure then drew down his zipper. Immediately, she reached inside and grasped his thick column. Her thumb ran over the velvety, rock-hard head and caught the droplet that wept from the tip.

Meeting his dark gaze, she slowly lifted her thumb to her mouth and licked away his essence. Colin groaned and captured her wrist when she reached for more.

“I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth later,” he promised and took a slight step back.

“Strip. Stop wasting time.”

“Yes, sir,” she replied and her head dipped forward. Forgetting her earlier worry, she pulled off the dress and stood naked before him, save for the stockings, garter and heels. A glance down reminded her of the bands on her nipples. The tips were so sensitive. She wanted his mouth on her…or something…his mouth… his teeth…his hands… She needed him.

His fingers skimmed over her sex and she felt him removing the weighted balls, their sensuous slide making her legs wobble.

“Touch your breasts,” he told her as he stepped away. The toy was tossed into a nearby wastebasket with a thud.

Biting her lip, she cupped the mounds, moaning as her cool palms came in contact with the heated flesh. Her fingertips traced the bottom edges of her areolas. She shivered as the thread between her chest and core yanked tight, and her channel fluttered with need. The taut, crinkled peaks pulled tighter at her light touch.

She shifted, restless need bringing her to the edge of her patience. How much more could she take before she snapped? The movement brought her awareness sharply to her slick crease, the lips sliding against each other as her thighs pressed together.

Colin hauled her close and lifted her. Her legs immediately wrapped his hips as his tip pressed to her opening and she groaned her approval. “Please,” she begged. “Please. Master, please.”

Her entreaty seemed to drive him past his control. His shaft slammed forward with a sharp upward thrust, driving into her clutching folds. His motion propelled them into the cushioned wall, her back to the surface. Her head dropped against the padding.

“You belong to me, Livvy. You’re mine,” he rasped, his hips pistoning his shaft deep within her. Over and over, he drove, forcing apart her clutching folds and claiming her passage as his own.

She didn’t say yes; she didn’t confirm his claim. Instead, she crossed her wrists above her head and let him do whatever he wanted. His fingers dug into her buttocks, angling her for his possession. It seemed as if she were floating, riding his cock on air. It took her a moment to realize, he’d moved again and taken her to the narrow settee. He pulled free and turned her. The faux-embroidered cushion was rough against her forearms as he bent her over the seat. The way he effortlessly moved her, taking her as he pleased without direction, made her feel like a ragdoll, there for his bidding. In some circumstances, she might hate that, but she loved it from Mr. Smith.

He could do whatever he wanted as long as the heady sensations continued to make her mindless with pleasure. She’d never felt anything quite like Colin’s fucking.

“Yes…” she sighed as he kicked her feet apart, leaving her in an awkward position, her back slanted to the bench while her hips were high in the air, pushed further upward by her heels.

Her pussy was open to his inspection, and she had no doubt he could see exactly how wet and ready she was for him.

He moved into her line of vision. While she watched, he tucked his aroused, damp cock back into his pants then zipped up.

“No…” she moaned as her body jerked in protest.

His face hardened, his cheeks drawing in slightly as his jaw set. Closing his eyes for a moment, he sucked in a breath. It was then she knew. She sent him out of control, and he was grappling with it. The quick intense fuck had been to gain some mastery over himself, even if neither of them had found release.

“You’ve been very naughty,” he said quietly, forcing her to focus on him.

“I…You said—”

“Silence,” he snapped. “I told you to enjoy the waiter, that’s true. That’s what you were going to say, is it not?” he asked. “You may nod.”

She nodded, slightly fearful of what was to come, but excited by his dominating behavior. She’d been mistaken earlier. He knew exactly what she wanted. All her life she’d lived with loosey-goosey people, and she’d desired a firm hand like his. She didn’t understand her primal need; thankfully, he did. Her forehead rested on her arms as she listened and waited.

“You’ve hesitated and fought nearly all the commands I’ve given today.” She opened her mouth to protest, thought better of it then bit her lip to refrain from response.

“For this, you will be punished.”

“Here?” she squeaked. Oh God, she was in bigger trouble now. Silence fell between them as he circled her. The air seemed to thicken as time elapsed. Her nipples brushed the seat with each agitated breath. Her fingers clenched.

She jumped as a loud knock sounded.

“Stay as you are,” Colin ordered.

On silent feet, he crossed to the door and opened it. Olivia tried to suppress the horror sinking to her throat. He was opening the door with her bare ass in the air.

“Your coat, sir,” a male voice said. Heat rushed into her face, knowing the man could see her.

“Thank you. Would you like to stay?” Colin offered. “After all, you’ve already tasted her.”

“Yes, sir,” the man replied, and hot, prickly panic clawed up Olivia’s back. “But I can’t. I have tables.”

“Another time,” Colin said.

She heard the door close and the bolt sliding back in place.

“I had a feeling I’d need this.”

Venturing a glance upward, she saw him pull a paddle from a deep inner pocket in his coat. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the smooth wood with several one-inch holes cut into the surface. Setting it beside her, he reached into another pocket to withdraw something else.

“And
you’ll
need this,” he added.

Her breath caught as she looked at his open palm. A black ball gag rested there. Before she could think, he had it in her mouth and fastened. He pulled a crisp, white handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it into her hand.

Gently, he kissed her temple. “Very lovely. Now…you are to maintain this position.

Show me what a good girl you can be. If it gets to be too much and you want me to stop, all you have to do is drop the cloth and I’ll stop. In this lifestyle, I’ll punish you for misbehavior, but never if you remove your consent. Do you understand?”

She nodded, glad to know she had an out if the paddling was too much, but wondering what would happen if she stopped him. Would he take her home? Would they never speak of this again? She didn’t want to find out.

Steeling herself, she waited for the first blow. How badly would it hurt? Would she enjoy it like the books said? She couldn’t say she’d never been spanked. As loose as her childhood had been, her parents still believed in corporal punishment, and as she’d told Colin, her ex had indulged in it…a little. But she’d never been paddled.

A whoosh of air was the only warning as the small plank of wood landed squarely on her ass. Olivia cried out behind the gag, the sound barely audible, and she jerked, her hands splaying out as she reacted. Her eyes went wide as she tried to stay in position and grasp for the cloth that had fluttered free. Peripherally, she saw Colin circle the settee. He found the handkerchief before she did. Unable to speak, she looked worriedly at him, hoping her understood.