VICTORIOUS (A Quantum Novel)(75)

I’m about to accept his offer when I see Kristian lead a naked woman to one of the crosses. He’s wearing only a pair of formfitting black leather pants, leaving his muscular chest, back and arms on full display. Part of me feels like I should look away, to respect the privacy of Flynn’s friend. But that’s not why we’re here. We’re here to watch, which is both titillating and embarrassing. I’m dying to see what will happen but embarrassed at the same time.

“What’s the verdict?” Flynn asks, his lips close to my ear.

“Could we find a private spot after we watch whatever Kristian is about to do?”

“Yep. Do you want me to talk you through what’s going on?”

Breathless and aroused and curious, I nod.

“The name St. Andrew’s cross comes from the crux decussata, or the diagonal cross that Saint Andrew was supposedly martyred on. A sub can be attached facing forward or backward, and some of the crosses spin, allowing the sub to be inverted.”

“I don’t think I’d like that,” I said.

“I wouldn’t either. It would make me feel seasick. So if they’re facing forward with their backs against the cross, like Kristian’s sub is going to be, that’s more about teasing and slow seduction.”

“What happens if they’re facing the other way?” I ask.

“That’s about whipping or flogging.”

I shudder at the thought of being whipped.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. That’s a hard limit for both of us. I don’t find whipping fun or arousing, although many people do.”

“How can they find that kind of pain arousing?”

“Some people get off on the pain of it, not to mention the humiliation.”

“Do I know her from somewhere?” I ask of Kristian’s sub.

“She’s been on TV.” He names a popular sitcom that has my mouth falling open. Of course! That’s how I know her. She’s tall and curvy, with long red hair and big breasts that look real, not that I’d know the difference. Since there’s no question I’m not allowed to ask, I pose that one to Flynn.

“Yep, they’re real.”

“How can you tell?”

“Please, sweetheart. I grew up in LA. I could tell the difference between real boobs and fake ones by the time I was eight.”

“Why am I not surprised? So what’s the difference?”

“Real ones,” he says, cupping mine in his big hands, “move the way they’re supposed to. They’re softer, more pliable. Fake ones are harder, closer together and don’t move like real ones do.” As he speaks, he manipulates my breasts to make his point.

I release a deep breath that I’ve been holding. His touch is always electrifying, but here, in public, it’s even more so. “Good to know.”

Kristian blindfolds his sub and secures her to the cross at the wrists, ankles and waist. We are far enough away from them that I can’t hear what he’s saying to her, but he’s speaking to her constantly as he prepares her for their scene. Her color is high, as if she’s nervous or excited or perhaps both. With her legs propped open, I can also see she’s totally bare between her legs.

He begins by stimulating her nipples with his hands and mouth, working on her until both nipples are tight and red. Then he affixes something to each nipple that makes her cry out.

“Clamps,” Flynn says from behind me. “They’re connected by a chain. See the third one, hanging from the chain?”

I nod.

“Watch what he does with that one.”

I can’t look away as Kristian strokes between her legs before attaching the third clamp to her clit, making her scream and fight the restraints. The thought of what that must feel like goes through me like a bolt of electricity, leaving me tingling.

“Doesn’t that hurt like crazy?”

“For a second, but then it feels crazy good, or so I’m told. You want to try that sometime?”

“I don’t know. Not sure I’d like it.”

“Remember what we said? Everything once, twice if we like it?” He runs his finger down my arm, and I shudder, proving I’m nothing more than a giant nerve ending.

“Do they have penis clamps? Because if we’re trying everything once…”

His low rumble of laughter makes me smile. “Brat. There’re cock rings. We can try that sometime.”