12. - – Drake
CHAPTER TWELVE
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DRAKE
I’m struggling to pull my gaze away from Laura as she sits patiently on stage.
Jasmine’s wicked smile tells me that if I don’t claim Laura, she’ll shoot her shot.
Claire has been asking about Laura since she found out where she went and exactly what she was up to.
I plan to show Laura just what I’ve learned in the last few years.
I’ll be keeping her after this. She doesn’t know that yet.
But she’s mine. I don’t take forever lightly.
I’d like to fuck her raw in those torn-up stockings, but now isn't the time. She deserves the real subspace experience I neglected to give her in that damn tent. She is going to fucking purr for me, beg for me, then maybe I’ll take her home and ravage her.
I’ve had her phone long enough to read through the results of the BDSM test. Her interests are all over the place, but impact play, especially spankings, is high on her list.
There isn’t supposed to be a live show tonight, but I think I’ll surprise Laura and the crowd with one, anyway. It’ll work in my favor and help me keep my shit in line until she’s ready to leave.
“Jasmine, have Mase announce an impact play show in fifteen.” Laura’s eyes widen at my announcement.
“Get your mask, baby. It’s showtime.”
She scrambles but does as I ask, fitting her mask in place. I can see her gorgeous blue eyes sparkling with interest, and I step up beside her on the stage.
“The fifteen minutes are for us to get you into the right headspace before lifting the curtain.”
“Are you comfortable in that?” I gesture to her outfit. “What level of nudity are you comfortable with?”
“This much,” she answered and unbuttoned her shorts, letting them slip down her legs. The black lace panties beneath her shorts cover her sweet pussy and most of her ass cheeks.
“Leave the shirt on, but lose the bra,” I ordered. She keeps eye contact as she reaches back and unclips her bra, tugging it out from her shirt. Her breasts fall free but remain covered.
“Good girl. We’re down to ten minutes, and she’s already swaying.
“Sit.” She does it without hesitation, but jumps when her ass meets the cold metal chair.
There’s a bench on stage with us, and I'll be bending her over it soon enough, but for now I need her seated.
Dropping to my knees before her, I take her knees in my hands and push her legs apart.
A small gasp escapes her lips. I wish I could swallow every sweet little sound she makes.
I massage my way up her thighs, watching as her head falls back.
“We’re going to work into this. Impact play can be intense, part pleasure, part pain. But you like pain, don’t you?
“Mmmm,” she moans as I continue closer to her barely covered pussy.
“If I slipped a finger past these panties, would I find you wet? For me?”
“Yes,” she whispered. I give her a moment to correct her response, then slap her thigh.
“Yes, sir,” she cries out. I go back to massaging her thighs. I’ll take more time with her later. We’ve only got a few more minutes of privacy before the curtains open, and I need her ready.
“I’m going to use my hand today, just my bare open palm on your skin.”
“Please,” she begs as Mason’s voice rings out over the speakers.
“We’ve got a special show tonight. Impact play, subspace, and aftercare.
“Ready?” I asked. Laura nods as the curtains rise into the rafters. Her eyes are closed to the bright lights as I lift her to her feet. She moves with me as I guide her to the center of the stage, where the bench waits for her.
I step in close and whisper, “Spin,” into her ear.
She holds my hand and does a full spin under the spotlight, then opens her eyes to find mine.
A soft smile on her lips, she steps up to the bench and bends to rest atop the cushion.
Her panties are tight against her pussy as I land the next slap right against her sex.
She gasps, and I start the show. Focusing on her thighs and the bit of exposed ass cheek at first, leaving hot red handprints all over her body as she whimper and begs for more.
I lift her and bring my lips to her ear. “What’s your safe word, love?”
“Bubblegum.”
“How are you feeling?”
“So good.”
I won’t drag this out too much longer because her first time is going to require a lot of aftercare.
But her breasts deserve some attention, too.
“On your knees,” I ordered. With my help, she complies and drops to her knees onto the black silk pillow.
I wrap my hand around her throat, just as a reminder that I am there with her, before grabbing a riding crop from the small table.
“I’m going to use this riding crop on your breasts and thighs.”
She nods her agreement, but I need the words. I repeat the sentence until she says it.
“Yes, sir.”
I stand and extend the crop lightly slapping it across her right breast, then the left.
Her nipples hardened immediately from the attention.
I take my time, slowly increasing the intensity of the slaps on her until she’s panting.
Not all impact play needs to be this sexual, but I couldn’t fucking hold myself back.
Laura is deep into subspace at this point and needs to be taken care of in a way that requires privacy.