I was trembling and writhing, my forehead wrinkled in concentration. Everyone was talking at me, Dominic urging me to hold back, and I could only guess what Yuriko was asking me to do. Certainly everyone was watching. Payton McCreary wasn’t the app
etizer tonight. I was the motherfucking main course.
“Ten seconds.” His hands coursed up my arms, sliding past my elbows. I held my breath. The weight of the orgasm was crushing and my heart wanted to burst out of my chest.
“Dominic,” I cried. Wait!
A hand curled around the bottom of my chin and tilted it up to him. “Three . . . two . . . one. Come for me. Right now.”
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TWENTY-FOUR
I shattered. And I screamed, but it was silenced under Dominic’s kiss as I came undone like I hadn’t before. The sun had been liquefied and poured over my skin, followed by acute pleasure that burned and disconnected my brain. I lost all sensation except for the heat and satisfaction of his words. I’d pleased both men without touching them. That made the orgasm last longer. My back banged against the table when I flopped back down on it, returning lazily to reality one deep breath at a time, all the while kissing him. His command broke me into pieces, but that kiss put me back together.
When the kiss ended, Dominic and I both turned our attention to our Japanese friends. Yuriko was standing between my legs, one hand on my knee, but her fearful gaze was on her Master. Akira spoke a long sentence that forced her gaze downward.
“He said, you didn’t try very hard, perhaps you wanted to fail. Take off your dress.”
Yuriko’s hands went to the knotted belt on her hip. As she undid it, her eyes flitted to Dominic’s for a moment then on to mine. Once the time limit had passed, she’d retreated back into her submissive role, and now she looked shy. Nervous.
The dress fell open and dropped off her shoulders, exposing her lacy white bra and panties. She looked almost virginal, but maybe this was on purpose. Maybe Akira had commanded her to wear that.
She wasn’t curvy, but had a beautiful, slender body. I was jealous of her long, thin legs, narrow hips, and her perfectly flat stomach. Her breasts weren’t huge, but nicely proportional. Akira was a lucky man.
“Tell her that she’s beautiful,” I said to Dominic.
He paused.
“What is it? You don’t think so?”
“No, I do. There’s, like, six different ways to say everything in Japanese. It’s all about context, so I’m trying to find the right way to say it without making her uncomfortable.”
Words finally spilled from Dominic’s mouth and Yuriko blushed. Then Akira grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved her forward so she was bent over on top of me, her face on my chest. Her head lifted and her startled gaze found mine. We both heard Akira’s belt unbuckle, judging from her reaction. Holy shit, he didn’t want to waste any time, huh? I turned my head to Dominic while my arms closed around her tight body.
There was discussion between the men and I didn’t need the translation. When I lifted my head to peer at Akira over Yuriko, I saw him coil the belt in a fist, leaving the tail of it out as he stepped up behind her. He feathered the edge of the belt over her back, tracing patterns as he worked his way down. She shivered in my arms. Then her soft ponytail of hair spilled over me as she laid her ear down between my breasts, her eyes closed, her lips whispering something.
“She’s saying, I need this, Master.”
The belt slammed down on the table just outside my leg, making us both jump.
“He said, your needs are my concern, not yours.”
His first lash was a gentle slap of leather against the back of her panties. Like he was warming her up to it.
“Ichi, Arigato,” she said. One, thank you.
I let out a sigh when she nuzzled between my breasts and her delicate hands cupped them. There was a louder slap of leather and she flinched.
“Ni, Arigato.”
My hand wrapped around the back of her neck, stroking down the length of her spine. This time the leather whipped as it hit her and she gasped.
It was shocking to be under her while this happened. I could feel every crack of his belt against her through her soft body, but not feel the pain. At first I begin to wonder what that pain would feel like. And then as the lashes became more intense . . . I began to want it. But what about him?
Dominic had moved from the head of the table to my side, watching the scene play out. As Akira’s blows increased, he spoke to Dominic. Like he was demonstrating. I got a tingling, anticipatory shudder at the thought. Those blue eyes studied the movements of Akira’s hands as if determined to pick up every detail of the lesson.
The woman lying on me was moaning. Not in pain, but what looked and sounded like ecstasy. I brushed my fingers over the clasp of her bra and dared to look at Akira. I wanted the fabric gone so I could have all of her warm skin on mine.