But Gina is not prepared for the billionaire clientele that shows up to watch, which includes Max’s mother.
This 10700 word BDSM novelette is Volume 5 of the bestselling ‘Initiation 2’ series.
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Max lowers the sponge so that it is below the surface of the water. He trails it down the smooth slope of my lower abdomen. He pauses just above my pubic line.
I’m shaved, of course. I’ve bikini waxed every other day since I’ve met Max because I know he likes my pussy hairless. Having a hairless pussy makes me feel a lot sexier too, not to mention a lot hornier.
“You know that we are not allowed to have sex from now on unless instructed,” he warns.
“No kidding.”
“It’s the rules. Once I’ve become a sex slave, my body is not my own. It is my master’s to do as he pleases.”
“So you are in the same boat as me.”
“All four of us.” His beautiful face is solemn. “So I can’t fuck you, as much as I want to right now. This is as far as I can go.”
To demonstrate, he slides the sponge down to my labia, where he slyly prizes up and digs beneath the petals of my flesh. I gasp as the sponge brushes my throbbing clit, already primed by his previous sponging ministrations upon my breasts and belly.
His fingers lift my labia, and with his third finger, he presses the sponge hard upon my clit – eliciting a spasm of pleasure.
I give a little moan. From across the pool, Alice turns to regard me with a glare.
“Ssssh.” Max grins. “Don’t let Heathcliff know you’re having too much fun.”
It isn’t Heathcliff as much as Alice, I want to say. Perhaps she’s jealous.
Of you. With me.
His fingers surreptitiously massage the tender flesh on the under-leaves of my outer pussy lips. It’s ohhhhh so enticing. Then he snares and compresses my clit, so that my little nub is straining with need and heat – even beyond the delicious warmth of the water – and I’m trying not to make a noise, even though my fists and toes are curling wantonly and for the love of God.
He maintains his firm hold on my clit and labia while his other hand slips below my pussy. He inserts two fingers into my pussy hole.
Ooooooh. In the bubbling water, my entire body – including the tunnel of my vagina – is languorously suffused with warmth, and his intrusion becomes a lovely addition to my general state of heightened arousal.
“You like that?” he says, smiling.
His fingers expertly massage my vaginal walls as his dilated eyes never leave mine. Beneath the water, his cock is diamond hard.
My voice is hoarse as I clutch at his shoulders. “Are you sure this is all you can do?”
“Yes, or I will be severely whipped. You don’t want to see me whipped, do you?”
The image is somewhat tantalizing.
Yes, I would really like to see Max hogtied and whipped, totally naked and pleading for mercy. I wouldn’t like to wield the whip myself, of course. I’m no dominatrix. But to see another man – Russell perhaps – doing that to him is a scene that would greatly excite me.
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