Rawhide: Volume One by Desiree Holt

Author:Desiree Holt [Holt, Desiree]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc.
Published: 2014-10-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Two

Montana felt the sexual tension in the room encircle everyone like an erotic fog. She glanced around beneath lowered eyelashes to see the other spectators and how they were reacting. On the other side of the Hallidays, a man had lifted his companion into his lap, flipped up her skirt, and was slowly stroking her cunt while he stared straight ahead. Further down the row, one woman had shed her blouse completely, exposing her breasts and the sparkling nipple clamps attached to them while her companion tugged on the chain between them and kneaded the firm mounds.

“The audience is as fascinating as the performers, aren’t they?”

The deep voice vibrated the air next to her, and a hot flush crept over every inch of Montana’s skin. She turned her head slowly to see Clint crouched beside her aisle seat. She clenched her thigh muscles as a drumbeat thundered through the walls of her cunt.

This man should have Danger! imprinted on his forehead. Especially for me.

“Yes.” She hoped her voice sounded normal. “I’ve often found that to be true.”

He inclined his head toward the performance area. “She’s getting ready to begin.”

Melora indeed was ready. She had rotated the platform again and now rubbed her hand once more over Linc’s very fine ass and down his thighs. Then she lifted the hand holding the whip, and the air cracked once more. The tail landed just next to Linc’s tense body. But the next lash struck the backs of his thighs. Then it struck again. Narrow stripes of red bloomed on his skin. He jerked with each one, but he had yet to make a sound.

Now Melora was really getting warmed up. The whip struck again and again, leaving its mark on the man’s back, his ass, and his thighs. With each kiss of the instrument, his body quivered then stilled. His fists clenched in the restraints. He began to respond vocally, his cries carrying through the speakers into the audience. Rising in intensity as Melora wielded the whip again and again.

Montana preferred to gag her subs, but each Domme had her own preferences. For many of them, the screams of pain that rode the hot edge of pleasure were as arousing as administering the punishment.

Melora let the tail of the whip drag on the floor as she rotated the platform again. Her eyes roamed Linc’s body, taking in his heaving chest as he dragged in air and the taut strain of his muscles. She moved around to his front and wrapped her fingers around his cock, leather cage and all.

“Ah,” she crooned. “So hot and swollen. You love the kiss of the lash, don’t you, my pet?”

Montana had to strain to hear what, if anything, he said.

“I don’t think everyone heard you.” Melora’s voice was firm. “Do you need more encouragement?”

She must have squeezed his shaft harder because every muscle in the man’s body flexed.

“Yes, Mistress.” His voice was hoarse from screaming. “It gives me great pleasure.”

“And you beg me for it,” she prompted.

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