Mr. Smith's Whip (7 page)

Her hands slid up and down her arms. The room seemed suddenly chilly. She wanted to be bundled up in her coat. Too bad she didn’t have it. In this cavernous room, she felt exposed.

Even without the nipple bands Colin had requested her to use earlier, her nipples looked like pokers against the soft silk of her dress.

Syb stuck her head out of the rack where she’d been digging around. “Hey. Get naked.

Everything off. But keep the shoes nearby. Colin seems to have a hard-on over them.” She glanced at the high-heeled pumps with their red soles. “Christian Louboutin. Nice. I’m sure your Master has no idea about the designer, but he has good taste anyway. Mentioned three times in the message that the shoes stay. See? A hard-on.”

With that, she disappeared into her ‘clothes cave’ once more. Olivia let out a sigh.

Though she felt as if she were being watched, she kicked off her shoes then yanked off the dress.

She was bent over, removing the stockings when Syb emerged from the racks with an armful of things.

“Stay. Just. Like. That,” the woman breathed.

The garments and hangers she’d been carrying dropped to the floor behind Olivia. She startled at cool fingers on her ass.

“He does good work,” Syb said reverently, tracing the edges of the spank marks. “Did you like it?”

“Yes,” Olivia answered, hardly believing she could be truthful about it with anyone. But she
was
at a sex club and the person asking the question was dressed like Sailor Moon. She had a feeling she could say just about anything here, and really, spanking wasn’t too far over the fetish line. She suspected a lot more people did it than admitted it.

She straightened, and glanced over her shoulder at Syb. “We should hurry. You told him twenty minutes.”

Syb made a noise that sounded like a half-snort. “He knows full well that when I say twenty minutes, I mean an hour.”

“Does he…um, bring lots of women here?”

“Mr. Smith? No,” she replied as if it were one of the most farfetched things she’d ever hear. “My timetable is common knowledge. Plus he joins with other couples or occasionally hooks up with an unattached sub. He’s friends with Rob—the owner of this place—and his family.” She bent to get the things she’d dropped. “Grab your shoes and follow me. I’ll have the other clothes sent to Colin’s locker. Normally, I’d just get you dressed here, but I think you need a little something first.”

“That sounds…ominous,” Olivia laughed as she followed.

“No worries. It won’t hurt. Not like Mr. Smith’s whip might.” She stopped short while Syb kept walking. Whip? What was the woman talking about?

Of course, she knew more about Colin’s activities here than Olivia did. But a whip? She’d been prepared for a hand or a paddle or maybe even a flogger—maybe whip was another word for flogger.

Syb turned when she got to the door and realized Olivia wasn’t behind her. “What?”

“What do you mean by ‘whip’?”

“Shit,” Syb cursed under her breath. “Ignore my big mouth. Look, you let him spank you, right?” she said, coming back and taking Olivia’s hand. She led her to the other room where a padded table had been placed in the center of the room.

“Obviously,” Olivia replied.

“Then it will be fine. He won’t let anything happen to you. I can’t say it won’t hurt,

‘cause we like a little bit of pain, right? But he won’t injure you or make you bleed. He’s not into that. Just remember that, and everything will be okay. Now, hop up on the table. On your back.” Olivia shivered as she complied and the cool vinyl made contact with her heated skin.

Syb took Olivia’s shoes and set them aside. Going to a small chest against one wall, she set down the clothes then got out a small tray and put it on a rolling table she moved next to Olivia.

“Are you familiar with nipple clamps?”

“I’ve used them a few times.”

“Good. I have a pretty jeweled pair I’m going to put on you. Your nipples will show in the outfit you’ll be wearing.”

“I won’t be covered?”

“You’ll be wearing a whole lot more than a lot of people around here, sweetie.” She grabbed a sleep mask from the tray and slid it over Olivia’s eyes. “Relax. I’m going to be touching you as I get you ready and I don’t want you jerking all over the place and falling off the table.” She lifted Olivia’s wrists over her head. To get them out of the way, she supposed, then a bar clicked in place over them, holding them in place. Annoyed, she tried to get her hands free. A mistake. With her focus drawn above her head, she was unprepared when Syb grabbed one of her ankles and manacled it. The woman was quite deft at the maneuver and had Olivia’s other ankle restrained though she flailed.

“Good thing those tuck into the base of the table or I’d have to taser people to get them in position,” Syb commented, sounding distinctly out of breath. Feeling betrayed, Olivia wished she would have gotten in a good kick.

“Colin said no one was to touch me,” she exclaimed, still fighting to get free.

“Sweetness, he didn’t mean me. Now, be still. I’m just going to massage you and get you ready. And it might even feel really good.” She leaned to Olivia’s ear, and her breath stirred the tendrils of hair at Olivia’s temple. “Feel free to moan.”

“Don’t,” Olivia begged. God help her, though she didn’t want Syb’s attentions, her body was vibrating with anticipation of what would happen. Gently, the woman drew her fingers along Olivia’s outstretched arms. An involuntary shiver shook her frame, and she sucked in a shaky breath.

“You have pretty skin.”

She stayed silent. What was she supposed to say?
Thank you? Thank you for tying me up
and terrifying me and making me feel things I never wanted to feel?
Or at least, she’d never thought she’d want to feel them.

“Did Mr. Smith tell you he liked to watch?” Syb asked.

“He said he’d enjoy people watching me. That he likes exhibitionism.” Were people watching her right now? She jerked against the restraints, even though the idea sent cream flooding her pussy. She didn’t want people watching her without her knowing it.

“He’s watching right now. My room has a viewer, and when I looked up his order, I enabled it for him. He’s watching me touch you,” Syb added as she kneaded Olivia’s right biceps. She moved lower then slid her hands over Olivia’s breast.

Olivia moaned involuntarily, as blissful, warm sensation shot through her body, centering at the nipple Syb pulled then spreading out in waves.

“Do you like that? Knowing he’s watching?”

Did she? Oh yes…

“Do you like me touching you? You have lovely breasts. Not too small but firm enough that you can get away without a bra once in awhile. I bet Colin loves that.” Her thumbs flicked over the peaks as she worked both in unison now. She squeezed the mounds, pulling them upward and tugging at the tips, twisting. Olivia cried out, her hips shunting upward as Syb pinched and rolled the sensitive flesh. Suddenly a small, warm mouth covered the nipple and drew hard. Syb sucked while Olivia shook with the fire erupting through her. Her fingers clenched while her pussy convulsed in need.

Suddenly, sharp pain erupted through the tip as Syb trapped it in the nipple clamp. A moment later, the other suffered the same fate. Tears streamed down Olivia’s face, seeping under the mask as the intense sensations rocked her. Syb didn’t pause as she continued to massage the breasts, increasing the blood flow.

“I guess you’ve never used the clover type,” she commented. Olivia felt a chain being drawn between the two and attached to the D-ring on her collar. With a gentle tug, Syb adjusted the chain to provide a constant, light pull. “You’ll have to be careful how you move. These will give you a constant reminder.”

She brushed her lips over Olivia’s then there was the sound of gel being squirted into her hands. The cool substance was welcome relief to Olivia’s heated skin, but as Syb rubbed it into Olivia’s breasts then her lower torso to her belly, it began to tingle and heat.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “What are you doing?”

“Getting you ready. You’ll be nice and overheated for your Master. I bet you’ll be willing to do just about anything to get off by the time it takes full effect.” She massaged the gel into Olivia’s legs, never touching her sex until Olivia was mindlessly rocking her hips to the air as fiery need took her.

“Please…please,” she moaned. This night was torture. Would no one fuck her, really fuck her. She was ready to offer herself to all comers in the busiest part of
The Dungeon.

Finally, Syb trailed a finger lightly over the slit of Olivia’s pussy. “You wax. Very nice.” The fingertip glided back to Olivia’s navel and circled the divot. “Can I touch you?” she asked, her voice catching slightly. “Can I taste you?”

If Olivia could have spread her legs wider, she would have. “Yes. Yes, please do it now.” Cool, gel-coated fingertips parted her cunt and the room’s chilled air licked over her drenched folds.

“You’re so wet,” Syb breathed. She circled Olivia’s clit, fondling the erect nub until Olivia screamed, her body snapping upward in the bindings as an intense orgasm pierced through her. Still, Syb didn’t stop, driving the release higher and higher while Olivia begged incoherently for more and for her to stop, to please stop, to never stop.

“No,” she cried as Syb stopped touching her clit, but the objection dissipated as two of the woman’s small fingers slipped inside her pussy.

“Oh God, you’re so tight,” Syb exclaimed, moving her fingers in and out of Olivia and added a third then a fourth slim digit. “You feel so good. I wish Mr. Smith would give you to me for a night. I could show you things you never imagined. My Master better fuck me hard tonight.”

She pistoned her hand forward and back until Olivia was clawing for the release that loomed just out of her reach. “Yes,” she cried. “Yes! Please… No!” she wailed as Syb pulled away.

Suddenly, Syb freed her feet then moved around the table to release her hands. Gently, she brushed her lips over Olivia’s while she held down her wrists. “It’s time to get dressed.” Olivia blinked as Syb removed the blindfold. The dresser’s elfin face was flushed but her eyes twinkled as she gazed down. Carefully, she freed strands of Olivia’s hair to disengage the mask.

“No wonder Colin’s so taken with you,” she murmured. “You’re one hot, sexy librarian.

That’s what he requested, by the way. A sexy librarian. You’ll blow him away.” She helped Olivia to sit, and Olivia gasped at the sharp tug of the clamps. She glanced down and saw the way they pulled her nipples upward without enough force to stretch her skin. She felt their hold with every excited breath.

“Is he watching now?” she asked.

“The line is open. He could be,” Syb responded, and Olivia knew he would be. Turning sideways, she pulled Syb between her parted legs and cupped the back of her head with a shaking hand.

“What are you doing?” Syb asked.

“Something I’ve never done and I might suck at.” She pulled the redhead to her and covered her lips. It was so different from kissing a man. Syb’s lips were soft and pliant as Olivia kissed her, her tongue tentatively sliding against the other woman’s. Syb moaned and pressed closer, her hand settling on Olivia’s thigh and squeezing. The front of her shirt rubbed Olivia’s nipples and she gasped at the blaze of reaction that shot through her.

“God, sweetness,” Syb gasped pulling back. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.”

“Sorry,” Olivia responded, dipping her head.

The other woman caught her chin and lifted it. “Don’t be. I hope Mr. Smith brings you back soon, or perhaps arranges something for us with my Master.”

“I never thought I’d say it, but I’d really like that.” Syb smiled and went to gather the clothes. Coming back, she put them beside Olivia’s hip. One of the hangers looked much like an over-the-door shoe bag with pockets that snapped shut. Syb opened one and withdrew a pair of black stocking with three-inch lace tops. As she rolled them onto Olivia’s legs, Olivia discovered they had faux seams up the back. They were thigh-highs rather than nylons needing garters.

“Come on,” Syb said, helping her off the table. She knelt and helped Olivia put on her shoes. Rising, she reached for the clothes on the table. First was a black-and-grey houndstooth straight skirt. At first glance, it seemed respectable. Like her normal attire, it came to just below her knees, but the slit in the front was so long it revealed glimpses of Olivia’s pussy when she moved. Next was a white blouse. It was much like the type she’d wear to work, but as Syb had warned, the square-cut collar was so low, her nipples and the tops of her areola showed above the neckline.

Sliding back a panel to reveal a mirror, Syb moved Olivia to look at her reflection. In minutes, her hair was in a loose up-do, and clear-lens glasses were perched on her nose.

“Holy smokin’ hot,” Syb complimented her.

“Wow,” Olivia murmured.

“A very sexy librarian, if I do say so. Just one more thing.” Syb opened the cuffs on her wrist then dangled them from a finger. “I need to return you as I got you—except for the clothing change. Part of the rules.”

Olivia nodded and shifted her hands behind her. Her chest pushed outward, causing the clips to tug and she sucked in a breath as a corresponding tug yanked at her core.

“Nice, huh?” Syb said as the metal snapped around Olivia’s wrists. “Let’s take you upstairs.”

Chapter Six

Once more, Olivia was struck with the feeling of falling down the rabbit hole as Syb led her from the prep room and back into the enormous costume shop. In moments, they were back in the sage green hallway, the elevator music all the more surreal in its blandness. It seemed as if it should be edgy and suggestive to match their attire and their intentions for the evening. Despite herself, Olivia couldn’t suppress a giggle at the dichotomy.

“What?” Syb asked, smiling.

“It’s so tame,” she answered with a nod to the surroundings.

“Rob has a wicked sense of humor. I’m sure he finds this hysterical.” The hallway curved and widened. Doors lined one side at about ten-foot intervals then the corridor widened into a spacious lounge with several seating areas. Several people sat on one of the couches, talking, while a naked woman knelt near them, her hands and head in stocks as she faced away. Her knees were braced apart by a spreader bar, opening her to anyone who passed. Those in conversation ignored her as if she were artwork on the wall. Olivia’s skin crawled at the sight. She
so
wasn’t doing that. Ever.