Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Camille
This was awkward. She was stuck waiting on pins and needles to find out if Freddy was going to join her, or if she was going to end up watching the show on her own.
Both of which were potentially embarrassing in their own way.
She had put herself on the line a little, telling Julie to ask if Freddy could come join her.
If he said no… awkward.
If he said yes… possibly awkward.
Part of her had wanted to leave when Julie got the call that her cousin needed help—from the sounds of it, she’d caught her boyfriend cheating on her and wanted out of their house asap—but Julie had insisted she stay and enjoy the show.
Then she’d suggested that she send Freddy in to take her place and staying suddenly sounded a lot better.
As long as he said yes and didn’t feel obligated to do anything or take it the wrong way or…
Before she could think of any other worst-case scenario, the door to the lobby opened, and there he was.
The vest he was wearing made him look even leaner and hotter than ever, giving him a quintessential male V-shape and making him stand completely straight.
Camille had seen the vests on social media but never in person.
He looked just as good in it as any of the guys online.
Because of where her booth was and Julie leaving the curtains open, Freddy was able to meet her gaze from across the room. Her breath caught. The energy between them was electric, an attraction she couldn’t deny. She felt a surge of relief that he’d come in.
This didn’t feel awkward at all.
Dropping his head in acknowledgement, Freddy crossed the room, moving with an elegant stride that almost made it look like he was dancing as he rounded the circular stage in the center.
With the way the booths were set up, she couldn’t see anyone else, but she could hear the murmurs of appreciation as he moved, and possessiveness spiked through her.
She wanted to claim him as her own but didn’t have the right to. Not yet.
Her pulse raced as he stepped up to the table, stopping right in front of it and putting his arms behind his back. She didn’t have to see them to know that he’d crossed them, holding his elbows in his hands.
“Mistress, would you like some company?”
“Yes, please, Freddy. Sit down.” The last two words came out as the order they were, and she smiled when he immediately slid into the booth. The dishes from her and Julie’s dinner had already been cleared, leaving the table’s surface empty. “Thank you for joining me.”
A smile curved his lips, and he lifted his head to meet her gaze.
“Believe me, Mistress, the pleasure is all mine.” Then his expression shifted to a more serious look. “Though… should we talk about expectations?”
Putting her hand on the table, palm up, she reached towards him in offering and he took it, his hand lying easily atop hers.
“This is an unexpected situation,” she replied gently. “We can watch the show together as friends. Or we can play, and tomorrow, everything goes back to our original agreement.”
He mused on that for a moment.
“Do you have a preference, Mistress?”
She’d had time to think while she waited for him. Time to prod her emotions and figure out what she really wanted.
“I would love to play, if you’re amenable. I already know I want to scene with you again, and if I have to wait, I will, but I’m even happier if I don’t.” That was the full truth. Holding back her own desires was like trying to repair a broken dam, but she would do it for him.
He stared at her for a long moment, and her heart sank. Then he said the last thing she expected.
“There’s a room open tonight, Mistress. The foot and shoe room.”
Camille blinked, her mind racing. She had not come prepared to spend the night.
On the other hand, it wasn’t like they had to spend the whole night.
They could scene, then go home. It would extend their time together beyond the show, something she hadn’t even hoped for because she wouldn’t have thought it possible.
It opened up a whole new world of possibilities, but was it smart?
If we’re going to break our rules tonight, might as well break them all the way.
“Can you still reserve it for us?”
“Yes, Mistress. I’ll be right back.” Freddy’s eyes lit up and unlike before, he moved fast. Still elegant, but much more quickly.
The lights were already dimming when he returned, the show about to start.
He managed to slide back into the booth just before it went completely dark. “The room is all ours.”
“Good boy.” Reaching out, she found his thigh with her hand in the darkness and heard his quick breath, felt his muscles tense and relax under her palm.
She squeezed lightly, digging her fingers into his inner thigh, and he moaned softly, making her own arousal jump with interest. She could feel her nipples budding, rubbing against the stiff fabric of her corset as her pussy plumped and dampened.
The lights came up on stage to show a set of chains hanging in the middle and a small cart laden with various floggers. Camille hummed with approval, as did Freddy. Julie had said Olivia and Luke were going for a more sensual scene tonight, exactly what Camille was in the mood for.
The pair walked out onto the stage. Olivia was wearing a black corset with red laces and black leather pants that had red ribbon lacing up the back from the ankles to just underneath the curve of her ass.
Her red ankle boots with a very high heel that made her nearly Luke’s height but didn’t cover up any of the pretty decoration on the back of her pants.
Camille made a mental note to ask Olivia where she got them because she wanted a pair if they came in her size.
Luke, of course, was buck naked, his cock already half-hard and bobbing in front of him. He walked with supreme confidence, the swagger of a man who knew he looked damn good naked. They were a beautiful couple.
Walking to the center of the circular stage, Luke came to a halt under the chains and reached up, putting his forearms through the loop and holding onto them with his wrists crossed.
The chains would give him a place to brace and help hold himself up, showing off the long, lean muscles of his body, so Olivia could circle around him and flog him wherever she wished.
Shifting closer to Freddy, Camille could feel the heat from his body against her side.
Moving her hand on his thigh, it slid down toward his knee, then back up again.
They were close enough, she could feel his shiver.
He was sitting bolt upright in the booth, as was she, thanks to the corsets they were wearing.
As Camille watched Olivia pick up the first flogger, her mind was half on the show and half on trying to figure out what she could do with Freddy while they watched.
Stepping up to Luke, Olivia put her hand on his back and said something low in his ear.
The flogger she held in her hand was fairly lightweight with many long strands that fluttered against her leg.
He said something back, and she smiled, patting his muscular shoulder before stepping away and lifting the flogger.
Freddy sighed as they began, Olivia expertly wielding the flogger and flicking it over Luke’s shoulders and buttocks, avoiding his lower back where his kidneys were.
Camille slid her hand farther up Freddy’s thigh, feeling the bulge of his erection beneath his pants as it brushed against the side of her hand.
On stage, Luke’s erection was growing as well, and he shuddered, muscles flexing, as the many leather strands fell again and again.
Freddy
It was pure, delicious torture as Mistress Camille’s hand moved closer and closer to his cock.
She hadn’t told him what to do, hadn’t told him to do anything, so Freddy didn’t dare move.
His hands were on the table, and he turned them so he could lay his palms flat against the wood to keep himself from moving them.
As much as he wanted to touch her, he hadn’t been given permission. He didn’t know what she had in mind for while they were watching the show, wasn’t sure she did have anything in mind, but he knew better than to try to push his own agenda.
He wanted to be a good boy for her.
With her hand on his thigh, waiting to see what she would do next, it wasn’t easy to concentrate on Mistress Olivia and Luke.
He did his best because he loved watching a good flogging as much as anyone else.
He loved seeing the connection between the couple.
A long time ago, he’d had a crush on Mistress Olivia—who hadn’t—but they never would have worked together.
He was happy she’d found the partner she needed, and whenever he watched them all he could think was, I want that.
Not that he wanted Mistress Olivia, but that was the kind of connection he wanted, the kind of trust and intimacy, the kind of relationship. They worked together, and their chemistry was off the charts.
Right now, he and Mistress Camille definitely had the chemistry. He was hopeful the rest would come.
This is for tonight only.
For right now.
A taste of what was possible.
Tonight only… until they were done with the Alexanders. Then they could have a lot more nights like tonight.
Mistress Camille’s hand moved, her palm covering the bulge at the front of his pants.
Freddy groaned louder, his hips trying to rock forward despite his seated position, his hands pressing flat against the table in an effort not to move them.
If it wasn’t for the corset vest, he would have slumped in the booth, trying to get more contact.
His whole body ached with the need for more.
She laughed softly as Mistress Olivia finished with the light flogger and moved to the table, picking up a cock ring to sheathe Luke’s dick before she chose a new flogger with thicker strands and knots at the end.
Heavier, thuddier, and more painful, though Luke’s skin would be nicely warmed up from the lighter one.
No wonder Freddy’s body was aching with envy. It was all too easy to imagine himself in Luke’s place with Mistress Camille being the one circling around him. Tormenting him. Pleasuring him.
The way she was right now with her hand atop his cock but not actually gripping it, the fabric of his pants was a barrier between them.
“Lean back,” she murmured.
Freddy did as he was told, moaning with relief when she undid the front of his pants and allowed his cock to spring free…
not that he thought he was going to be allowed to climax any time soon.
This wasn’t the blue balls situation he’d predicted at the beginning of the night, but he had no doubt that was what was about to happen.
Unless Mistress Camille was feeling extremely generous…
Even if she was, there was an inner part of him that rebelled at the idea of coming before her.
He'd rather endure the teasing and erotic torture so he could satisfy her first and only then reap his rewards.
With her hand wrapped around his cock, she pumped, gently… slowly… prolonging the torment and making him want to writhe in place. He gritted his teeth, his muscles tensing as he kept the rest of his body still. Another pump, and he shuddered with the effort.
On stage, Mistress Olivia circled Luke, flogging his thighs, along with the rest of his body, getting dangerously near his erection with the heavy flogger strands. And still he hung there. No safeword. No flinching. Nothing but utter trust in his Mistress.
Sitting next to Mistress Camille, Freddy was determined to do no less.