Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Once in the ladies’ room mirror, Sonja could see her makeup was a mess. Her eyes were blotchy from crying, and her mascara made black lines down her cheeks where her tears had been. What she didn’t expect was her smile. Derek wouldn’t dump her. Sonja could break up with him if she wanted, but he wouldn’t do it for her. She’d think about their relationship later. Right now, she’d redo her makeup, and they could watch a scene.
When she and Derek entered the main room about ten minutes later, Yvonne was attached to an adjustable frame they hadn’t seen before. “I guess Mitch was paying attention to everyone telling him we needed more equipment in here,” Sonja said.
“Looks like fun, too,” Derek replied. “I could do a lot to you on an open frame like that.”
“There are Suzie and Connor. Can we go sit with them, please?”
“Sure.” They went to the couch closest to the scene, where Sonja’s business partners were sitting. “Mind if we join you?” Derek addressed Connor.
“Not at all. It’s always a pleasure to see you both,” Connor said from the couch. Suzie knelt on a cushion on the floor, leaning against her husband’s legs. “Ye can say hello, rùnag.”
“Hello, Derek. Hi, Sonja. That dress is gorgeous. Where did you find it?”
“At Wilma’s. Where else? Good evening, Captain.” Sonja was always polite to Suzie’s husband when they were at the club.
Derek sat down on the other end of the couch and pulled Sonja down into his lap. “Enough talk. We’re here to watch the scene.”
In addition to her bound arms, Yvonne stood on a small, raised platform with her legs spread wide and bound to the side poles. Kate was in a swivel chair directly in front of the naked Dutch girl while Chris stood next to Kate and leaned in to play with Yvonne’s breasts, alternating suckling each while pinching and fondling the other. Chris snapped his head up when Yvonne made a noise. Kate said something to him before swatting his ass then returned to her torture of Yvonne’s pussy. When Kate moved out of the way, shiny jewelry was visible, dangling from Yvonne’s labia. Kate told Chris to strip, and while he was doing that, she took a pair of clover clamps with matching stones and applied them to Yvonne’s nipples. Putting her palms over her breasts protectively, Sonja squeezed her legs together in sympathy for the younger woman’s pain.
“See something you’d like to try, babygirl?” Derek whispered in her ear.
She shook her head vigorously. “No, Sir.”
Derek chuckled. “I guess I’ll have to be satisfied with the jewel on the next size butt plug I got for you.”
Sonja shivered at the thought then returned her attention to the scene. Chris was standing facing Kate with his cock fully erect, waiting for instructions. She pulled another pair of nipple clamps from her pocket and teased his nipples before attaching them. Chris was clearly struggling to stay quiet through the initial burst of pain. Then Kate sat down on her chair again and wrapped his balls in leather straps and hung weights from them. She topped off the contraption with a condom.
Derek whispered in her ear, “That’s a parachute. It stretches the balls and is supposed to make a man’s orgasm more intense.”
When Kate had Chris the way she wanted, she turned him toward Yvonne and had him move close to the masochist. When they were almost against each other, she took each of Chris’ hands and cuffed them to the bar next to Yvonne. Then she reached between them and inserted Chris’ cock into Yvonne’s pussy. Now, the need for the platform was clear. Chris could hardly stand straight with his cock in Yvonne if she were on the floor. “Don’t move, either one of you,” Kate said loudly enough to be heard by the audience. “I’ll take care of that part.” She turned toward the couch where Sonja and Derek were and signaled Connor. “Captain, would you join me now, please?”
Connor got up and turned to Suzie. “Why don’t you sit up here so you can see the action? Remember to be a good girl, and you might get a taste of the strap later.”
“Promises, promises,” Suzie said with a smirk.
Connor gave her nipple a quick, sharp twist that made her squeak. “If ye want the strap, ye need to behave.” He grabbed his toy bag and was with Kate in moments. They conferred too quietly for Sonja to hear then Connor pulled out a strap that matched Kate’s in thickness.
“Now, my pretties,” Kate said loudly enough for everyone to hear, “this is called whip-fucking. I’m going to whip Chris while Captain Connor does the same to Yvonne. The last one to come wins the prize. What prize, you ask? The privilege of going down on me later. The loser won’t get another orgasm for at least the next week.”
Laughter came from the audience, and the show began. Kate and Connor started slightly out of rhythm, but both quickly picked up the beat of the music so that they alternated strokes on and off the beat.
When Kate had first announced what was going to happen, Sonja had turned her head into Derek’s shoulder. He let her for a few moments, but now he reached up and moved her face toward the scene. “It’s not going to happen to you. That doesn’t change how hot it is. Have a look. Watch the expression on Yvonne’s face. See what she thinks about the scene.”
As instructed, Sonja focused on the sub’s face, and Derek was right. Yvonne had a few tears, but her expression changed with each blow. It didn’t take many before she appeared blissful, which meant she was in subspace.
While Sonja watched, Derek reached behind her neck and undid the strap holding her halter top up. With free access to her breasts, Derek started with gentle caresses then began teasing her nipples.
Sonja turned toward him and snapped, “Derek, not here.”
“Yes, here. You pointed out the halter top earlier. Clearly, the designer had breast play in mind. See how nice it feels when I caress you here,” Derek said as he ran his fingers lightly between her breasts, “and here.” He moved his hand to her right nipple, which was already erect, and tugged it gently.
“Oh, Sir, that feels so good.” Sonja hummed her approval, and he moved to her left breast and repeated his actions.
Meanwhile, she could hear Chris beg his mistress for permission to come.
“You can come anytime you want, sub. You just have to pay the price in denial later.” Kate reached between Chris and Yvonne and loosened the strap around his balls. She gave Yvonne’s clit a pinch while she was there, and they both came together on the next blow from Connor’s belt. “Now, look at that. It’s a tie. Two winners and two losers. What’s a Domme to do? I guess I get to have extra fun later, and these two can wait until next weekend for a chance to orgasm again.”
She turned to her subs and took Chris down while Connor did the same for Yvonne. They put the two of them together on the floor with a blanket, and Chris immediately moved to hold Yvonne, who was still deep in subspace. Kate started to put things away and clean, but Connor waved her away to take care of her charges while he cleaned up the area.
Sonja turned to Derek. “You’re right, Sir. That was really hot, but I don’t think I want to try it.”
“I would be shocked if you did, babygirl. The music has changed. How about that dance you wanted?”
“That would be great, Sir.” Sonja got up, and Derek followed, only stopping long enough to ensure Suzie was okay by herself, as Connor was still cleaning the equipment.
He took Sonja’s hand and moved them to an area of the floor where there was occasional dancing. Sonja started to re-tie her top, but Derek stopped her. “Your breasts are beautiful and I’m of a mind to share the sight of them with everyone tonight.”
Sonja made a sound of distaste but moved her hands away. Derek took her left hand in his right, and she put her right hand on his shoulder as he led her into a fast foxtrot to keep up with I’m Yours by Jason Mraz.
Sonja was puffing hard when the song ended. “Could we take a break, Sir? I’m thirsty, and I need a chance to catch my breath.”
“Of course, baby.” He led her back into the lounge. At the bar, Peter had replaced Scott. “Water for me and for my babygirl here. In a glass, please.”
“Right away, sir.” Peter moved to the other end of the bar. Sonja felt sorry for the large man. He’d been a member of the club longer than she had without finding the mistress he longed for. He’d had a crush on Kate for a while, but he wasn’t enough of a masochist for her. Kate seemed much happier since she had finally given in to her feelings for Chris, and they had found Yvonne almost at the same time.
Peter returned with their drinks, and Sonja had to stop herself from drinking hers in one big gulp. She took two instead. “Bring her another please, Peter,” Derek said. “I think we’ll call it a night after you finish your drink.”
“I think that’s a good idea, Sir.” Sonja maintained a smile as she spoke, but inside, she felt utterly exhausted. “If you don’t mind, I think I’d like to be by myself tonight.”
“Do you think you’re sober enough to drive, baby?”
“Yes, Sir. My drink was over two hours ago, and I didn’t miss a step when we were dancing.”
“Okay. You can drive home and spend the night alone on three conditions. First, you call me when you get home. Second, you text me when you go to bed, and again in the morning when you wake up, and third, no more of this breakup nonsense.”
She gave a half-chuckle. “Yes, Sir. I promise to stop thinking about you dumping me.” Sonja hoped he didn’t notice how she had weaseled around the idea of her ending the relationship. She needed to keep her options open. They parted at her car door, and Sonja breathed a sigh of relief that the evening was over.