When the hook above clanged from the weight, and she indicated that her knees were giving out, he nibbled on her bottom lip. “Remember to breathe, doll.”
He had purposely blocked her view of the crowd, allowing her to get comfortable in the restraints before he reminded her that she stood, bound and naked, in front of a large number of people. Now he stepped away, removing the protection.
Her breath hitched and her eyes became huge, and her reaction shifted all too quickly. She stared out at the crowd, but her gaze went glossy and didn’t connect with anything in front of her. Her fists clenched in the bindings, her knuckles went white, and her face drained of color.
“Oh, sweet sub, don’t do that.” He instantly closed in on her to block the view of the crowd. “Look at me.” He received no response, so he sharpened his voice. “Presley, eyes to me. Now.”
She sucked in a ragged breath and snapped her head to him, blinking rapidly. He cupped her face, adored how she felt beneath his touch, and further enjoyed when she leaned in to his touch. “This exchange is between you and me. The crowd is merely there to admire your beauty. Nearly all of the submissives have been in this same position. They understand your worry, and they are honored to watch you. No one here will judge you.”
Her long exhale settled his concern, and her cheeks filled with color, easing the tension in Dmitri’s chest. He tweaked her nipple and flicked at the bud, then he stepped to the side but kept her jaw in his hand so her attention remained on him.
After a firm pinch on her taut bud, she shivered and liquefied around him, the fear in her eyes shifting to intense desire. He leaned in, inhaled her tantalizing scent, and whispered in her ear, “Look how you melt under my touch, doll.” He placed his hand on her stomach—he loved the softness of her body—and gestured toward the crowd. “You will do this to please me, Presley.” He tightened his hand on her stomach, and a tremor rocked through her, causing her breath to hitch. “What’s your safe word?”
“Dragon,” she whispered.
“That’s right.” He waited for her nod and once again backed away, exposing her to the crowd.
While her breath caught, the shock of the moment had subsided. As the seconds drew on, she breathed normally, and her pupils dilated. When she glanced at him, his cock jerked at the arousal staring back at him. “Seems you enjoy this, hmm?”
“Seems so, sir,” she rasped.
He smiled at her, quite proud, and smacked her thigh. “Excellent. Let’s get you warmed up.”
Her shiver was obvious, and soft chuckles traveled up to the stage from the crowd. He went down on one knee in front of her. “Widen your legs.” She slid them out by mere centimeters, and he frowned. “Now, Presley, I want to lick your cunt. Open for me.” In a split second, her legs were nice and wide. “Better. Keep your legs there.”
He ran his hands up her
inner thighs, and she quivered under his touch. As he drew up her legs, the warmth from her slick heat seared over his fingers. Presley inhaled a ragged breath and offered him a soft moan as he stroked her silky flesh.
Dragging her moisture through her folds, he caressed her clit, and he groaned at how hot and wet she was. He glanced into those big, pretty eyes captivated with lust. Her mouth parted as he circled her nub, rubbed along the sides of her clit, and pinched the nub between his fingers.
She trembled and he lowered his hand, replacing the sensation with his mouth. He licked and sucked everywhere but her swollen clit, caressing her soft flesh and savoring the fine taste of her.
Once his tongue swept up into her, she thrust her hips forward, gyrating against his mouth. Only when those pretty moans turned into guttural pants did he lick up her folds and flick her clit. Her grunt sounded throaty, so he stayed there, teasing her and using his tongue to torture her.
He circled around the hard nub before he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit. Her whole body shook exquisitely, enticing him to suck on the swollen flesh. When she screamed her pleasure, he had her right where he wanted her.
Leaning away, he studied her, and she was a mess of arousal. Lost in how perfect she looked all disheveled, he inserted one finger into her hot slit, and her honey spread across his finger. He settled in deep, curving his digit to find his angle. Her eyes grew wide as he flicked his finger, and her inner muscles tightened.
With a chuckle, he removed his finger, and she sagged against the rope, the hook above her clattering against her weight.
“Sir . . .” she whispered.
“I’m not finished, doll.”
He turned to the tray set next to her and grabbed the bottle of lube. Her attention stayed focused on him as he added a generous amount of lube to his finger. His intention became obvious as her eyes widened.
“Not a hard limit,” he told her, and that was all he needed to say.
While he understood her anxieties, since he suspected no one had ever given her anal play before—especially in front of a crowd—when he’d touched her anus in their scene last weekend, she had responded in curiosity. She could safe-word out, but Dmitri knew she wouldn’t. The heat flaring in her eyes, despite the hesitation, meant he wasn’t pushing too hard.
He lowered to one knee in front of her, then he flicked his tongue along the sides of her clit, and she wiggled her hips. He pressed his lubed finger against her puckered hole, and she stiffened. “Relax,” he murmured against her silky flesh.
Drawing in a deep breath, she obliged, allowing him to slip the tip of his finger inside her anus. Once he pushed through the tight knot to the knuckle, he stilled his finger and continued to swirl his tongue over her delicious wet folds. He gave her long licks that he savored and delighted in.
He moved his finger within her bottom, very slowly and gently, and she gasped, “Oh. My. God.” Listening to her need, he increased the speed of his finger, and she reacted strikingly as raspy grunts tore from her throat.
When her moans stopped to indicate her approaching release, he removed his finger. As he stood, she made unhappy noises, sounding both desperate and desperately aroused. Her features were tight with tension, and he took note of that before he turned to the cart.