Joss acted on his audience feedback and stepped away. I felt the ticklish tails of the flogger on my sensitised skin, then they went and then …
A little burst of sensuous sting on my skin, flicking down for a moreish second before disappearing, then repeating. It felt utterly, gorgeously amazing. I wanted more and I pushed my bottom back, which the crowd seemed to appreciate.
I tried to grasp what was happening to me, to suck every morsel of shame and delight from it into my head, but it was too big and I found myself concentrating instead on details – the high pitch of someone’s voice in the crowd, the aching of my calves, the whispering of one guardian to the other. I wished I could see Joss but I accepted that it wasn’t possible and kept my eyes closed.
In due course, the sweet, stimulating kiss of the flogger developed teeth and I began to bounce on my tiptoes and sway in my cuffs. The heat on my bottom spread and filled all the gaps until it was one big beacon. I imagined it, scarlet and puffy for the delectation and amusement of the crowd. It was more difficult to keep my thighs locked together now and it was increasingly likely that some close watchers might have had a glimpse of something more than I wanted to reveal.
Just when I thought I was close to losing my composure completely, Joss struck his last and handed the flogger back to the guardians.
There was a round of applause.
Joss brushed his knuckles across my heated skin and I heard a low-down purr of pleasure in his chest before he reached up to uncuff me.
My arms were a little stiff, but I fell easily into his embrace and our kiss was so long and so thorough that I forgot we were doing it in front of dozens of people until the next couple, impatient for their turn, joined us on stage.
‘I love you so much,’ he whispered, before taking my hand and leading me down into the crowd. I avoided their eyes but it wasn’t until we were out of the room that I realised my skirt was still parted, giving anyone and everyone a marvellous view of my stinging behind.
I reached around to cover myself, but Joss tapped my hand sharply and said, ‘Not yet.’
‘But Joss, sir, I mean …’
‘Sh.’
In the corridor, among the milling guests, he kissed me again, his hands covering my immodestly exposed flesh, pressing and kneading it while his tongue scoured my throat.
‘If I didn’t have other plans,’ he muttered into my ear, ‘I’d have you down on your knees showing your gratitude by taking me in your mouth.’
‘But your other plans?’ I asked, not sure I wanted to hear them.
‘You know.’ He strummed the fingers of one hand along the cleft of my buttocks and I remembered instantly and electrically.
‘Oh.’
He liked the little breath of fear that carried the word from my lips.
‘I don’t want to waste anything,’ he said. ‘I’m saving it all for this.’
He patted my bum again then drew the skirts over it at last.
‘But all these people,’ I said.
‘It’s all right. You’ve been brave enough tonight. Your public submission is over for now. Well, unless you want to do anything else …’
‘I think I’m happy to watch.’
And watch we did, so many different things that my head began to spin, at which point Joss would always take me up to the ballroom for a drink and a dance before sampling more of the decadence.
Shortly before midnight we found ourselves, titillated almost beyond endurance by the preceding hours, in the top-floor boudoir – ostensibly an ‘orgy room’ – watching a woman being teased and brought to the point of orgasm, then denied and spanked, over and over again, by a man and a woman.
I was sitting on Joss’s lap, my skirts parted so that my bare bottom rested on his lump of leather-clad erection. He was hot now, his silk shirt sticking to his chest, and I had long stopped caring about my nipples’ tendency to pop out of the corset every few minutes, and let them free.
As the woman passed a vibrator over the submissive’s clit and the man tongued and kissed her nipples, Joss held my breasts with one hand while the other burrowed inside my skirts. His mouth was clamped to my neck, sucking and licking at it until I could barely keep from melting and spilling all over his lap in a mess of heat and lust.
The threesome were lying upon one of many large beds and divans scattered across the hangar-like room. Some of the beds had thick curtains that could be drawn, others were protected only by gauze. Those who sought privacy could have it, while exhibitionists could exhibit to their hearts’ content. Big baskets of sex toys were beside each bed, with bins to put the used ones in when finished.
At first, I had been startled and a little repulsed by the twisting naked human sculptures on view all over the room, but the shock of it had soon settled into curiosity and from there it had hardened into voyeuristic lust.
‘You like this, don’t you?’ Joss said. ‘You enjoy watching.’