25. A Night at Marquis #2
Yup, that was a Scottish accent alright. She smiled in the darkness when she heard Q huff. At least he couldn’t see her expression, but as if he knew what she was thinking, his hand slid down over her breast, into her corset, and he gave her nipple a sharp pinch, making her gasp.
On stage, the woman got to her feet and stripped off the thin negligee.
They didn’t go straight into hanging her on the inversion table—they started with Leah facing it and using it for support while Master Gavin flogged her.
The thuddy sound of leather against skin made Sam ache with envy, and she almost didn’t notice as the vibrations against her clit increasing until her pussy spasmed in response.
Her thighs quivered as she watched the two, her breath coming in short, steady pants — almost in sync with the vibrations rumbling through her.
Almost. Her orgasm creeping closer and closer, she suddenly realized she was holding onto the table, her hips moving against the seat, trying to grind down on the vibrator.
Q leaned in, his hot breath sizzling her ear.
“Should I let you come, naughty girl?”
Arousal thrummed through her, sending a soft moan clawing at her throat.
“You chose the show,” she gasped and swallowed back her cry as Q once more fiddled with the controls. Not that anyone would have noticed. Not with the sounds coming from the stage as Leah’s hips lifted to meet the flogger.
Now, the vibrations came in short, fast bursts, almost too much for her to handle.
“Yes,” he whispered, grazing his fingers against the swell of her breasts. “But watching versus knowing that you’re hoping to listen to another man’s accent because you find it sexy are two very different things. Do you wish I had an accent?”
Fuck.
“No. I like your voice… especially when you’re talking dirty to me.”
The crack of the flogger sang through the air just moments before a pleasured moan took its place.
Crack. Moan. Crack. Moan. Over and over. Her body moved in time, rocking back and forth, grinding against the unrelenting pulse of the vibrator. She was going to come, and soon… unless Q did something to stop her.
“Like if I told you I love watching you squirm for me? I love that with a touch of a button I can make your pussy hotter and hotter, until I turn it off and leave you hanging, knowing you’ll beg me for more.”
She almost screamed when he did turn it off, her hips still moving, still seeking culmination.
Clenching her jaw against the words that wanted to spill from her mouth, she held herself completely still, throbbing with the need that surged inside her, demanding satisfaction.
It was so strong, she could barely breathe.
“How are you doing, pretty girl? Are you ready to beg?”
Asshole. Jerk. Smug fucker.
Thankfully, she was smart enough and had the willpower not to actually call her Dom names while he was torturing her.
She gritted her teeth and pulled her gaze back to the stage where the flogging had finally stopped. Master Gavin turned Leah around to secure her to the inversion table by her ankles. As he captured his wife’s lips in a hot kiss, his fingers buried in her hair, Sam felt the vibrations begin again.
Low. So, so low. Enough to tease her swollen, oversensitive flesh, but still not nearly enough to send her over the edge. She swallowed back her sexual frustration as her thighs clenched against the onslaught.
“Let me know when you’re ready,” Q whispered in her ear, before capturing her earlobe between his teeth.
That slight bite of pain pushed her closer to culmination, and the table creaked in place as she shifted.
Onstage, Master Gavin slowly flipped the table, until Leah’s head was hanging down…
right at cock height. His kilt dropped to the floor, revealing his erection.
Leah opened her mouth to take his cock between her lips, apparently completely comfortable with the upside down sixty-nine.
Sam didn’t know whether to be awed or aroused… then Q made the decision for her.
Her body rippled as Q’s hand slid into the top of her corset, fondling her breast, just as the vibrations pulsed again.
They were still too low to allow her to cum, but she couldn’t stop herself from grinding against the seat, trying desperately to reach the peak that was so damn close yet so far away.
Sam closed her eyes, moaning as her focus went to her own body and the need that was growing inside her.
With her eyes closed, it was as though she could hear so much more.
Not just the sounds from the stage, but the more muffled sounds from the booths around her as others enjoyed themselves while watching the show.
“Please,” she whispered. Somehow, it was easier with her eyes closed. “Please, Sir, let me cum.”
“Good girl.” The vibrator roared back to life, and Sam cried out as the intense stimulation hit her, sending her soaring as every muscle in her body locked up and released.
She was barely aware of Q’s arms around her as she writhed in the booth, waves of ecstasy flooding her system, while he held her in place, supporting her through it.