Rock Bottom (Tristan & Danika #2)(44)
“Touch me,” she whispered, bringing my hands to her br**sts. She was being completely impudent again, but I fondled her. She was getting a pass tonight. If anyone had a problem with it, they could talk to me. And of course, I loved her tits.
“Don’t you ever wear a bra?” I said into her ear, pinching her ni**les hard. Her little black dress was not the sort of thing you were supposed to go braless in, with a chest her size.
She moaned and rubbed against me. “Not for you. I know you love to see them bouncing around. I’ve seen how it distracts you. I’m not wearing panties either. I wanted to give you easy access. I love it when you touch me.”
I shushed her, because she was driving me wild, and because James had just pulled out a large flogger, showing the crowd. It was a heavy-duty cat o’nine, with braided tails that ended in small silver balls. Some hardcore shit.
He said something to Jolene, his voice sharp, as I nuzzled into Estella’s neck, and Jolene responded in the affirmative, her voice pleading.
“I love it when you call me your sweet,” Estella whispered, distracting me again. “It makes me feel pretty.”
“You are pretty, you silly girl. So pretty it hurts.”
“You really think so?” she asked, sounding downright ecstatic about it.
She was distracted, we both were, by the loud sound of the flogger making contact with flesh.
Estella gasped, and I brought one of my hands up to her neck, gripping, the other still kneading at a soft breast. “Watch,” I breathed into her ear.
He struck again, and again, the sound startling and arousing. I glanced up at him briefly, watched his stark muscles playing across his back as he worked his sub over harshly. I’d seen it before. I wasn’t looking for me, but more wondering what Estella thought of him, how he moved her, how this moved her.
James worked Jolene over with textbook accuracy, reddening her perfect little ass and thighs, using less force on her back and shoulders. He knew exactly where to strike and in what order. He was a pro.
When he finally let up on Jolene, she was quivering and moaning loudly enough that he barked at her to be quiet.
He acknowledged the crowd with the slightest lift of his brows as he undid his dark trousers, pulling out an impressive erection. The man certainly didn’t have stage fright.
“Holy shit,” exclaimed Estella.
“Yes, I know,” I said wryly. “He even has a perfect cock.”
“He’s big…and very nicely shaped.”
“He’s basically the most perfect man on the planet if you don’t mind a bit of pain,” I told her tonelessly. “He’s even a billionaire. Basically God’s gift to women.”
He pulled a condom from his pocket, opening the packet and rolling it on with swift, economical movements. He didn’t bother to take off his pants as he moved back behind Jolene, gripping her neck and driving into her, flogger in hand, whipping hard at her hip as he f**ked her.
“I’m not sure I have that kind of a pain tolerance,” Estella said, her voice small and afraid.
“The amount of pain you receive from your Dom is purely subjective. A good Dom will never give you more than you can handle. A good one will know how to read you. Jolene is a glutton for punishment. Those two are demonstrating an extreme, rather than what I would consider the norm.”
“I’d like to try it, but maybe not with that whip he’s using. It looks very…harsh.”
My heart tried to pound itself out of my chest. I couldn’t believe that she had watched that, and still wanted to try to please me. I’d been so certain it would scare her off. Her reaction was more than I could have hoped for. “As your Domme, you’d need to trust me to know what to use. I’d never start you out with something like that. I don’t need anything that extreme, either. Not ever. But I do need something. I’d probably begin with a riding crop, since that can be one of the softer ways to break you in.”
“Okay. I’d like that. Can we try tonight?”
I pinched her nipple hard enough to make her yelp. “You need to learn how to behave yourself. I’ve been spoiling you, when what you need to be learning is that I am the one in control here.”
“Please, Frankie—“
“Mistress Abelli.”
“Please, Mistress Abelli, take control. Do whatever you want with me. Whatever you need. Whatever it takes to please you, because that’s what I want. I can’t stand the way it’s been, with only me enjoying our…encounters.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I warned her.
“I’ve seen it tonight, right? I think I do know. I want to be with you.”
I began to kiss the side of her neck, one hand moving down, tugging up her dress until I found her hot core, fingering her.
Jolene got really loud with her pleasure and, annoyed, I pulled my hand free. I didn’t want to get Estella off while we were listening to that. It would surely tarnish the beauty of it.
I watched, my hands on her hips now, as James pulled out of Jolene, still hard.
He untied her, pulling her to the front of the stage, then pushing her to her knees, in profile to their captive audience.
“Open your mouth,” he told her, his tone indifferent. He was completely submerged in his Dom role, all of his emotions turned off.