Fiend by Rachael Orman Page A

you, want more of what you can give her, what she can’t get from anyone but you.”
    After a few moments, I could tell he was getting the hang of it. He used both his hands on her bottom and she thrashed on the bed, moaning out her desire for more.
    “Now.” I nodded once at him and he knew instantly what I meant as he lifted one hand and brought it down against her ass. She groaned and yelled for more. He repeated the move, but harder, on the other side.
    “Yes!” she screamed out. “Harder!”
    I stepped back as Chase took over and took turns slapping one side then the other. When her skin was bright pink, I returned to his side.
    “Since you have her blood flowing well to that area, you may want to caress her skin between blows since it can get a lot more intense as the skin becomes a deeper hue of pink and red. Listen to her and she’ll tell you what she needs.” I walked around to his other side and picked up the riding crop. It was short and black with a leather flap at the end. “When your hand grows tired or too sore, you can use the crop to continue, but it’ll sting a lot more than your hand will, so keep that in mind. Or you can use it to tease her.”
    “How would you tease with that?” Chase asked, halting his movements to watch me.
    “May I?” I asked, showing him I wanted to stand where he was. He nodded and stepped aside. I trailed the tip of the leather down her spine from her nape to the top of her ass. “You can use the tip to stimulate, like this.
    “Or you can use it to sensitize other areas, like this.” I gently slapped the outside of her thighs a few times before moving to the insides. “And when you feel comfortable, you can even use it to bring an orgasm if she’s turned on enough.”
    I slapped the crop against her wet lips and she arched her back as much as she could as she gasped.
    “Would you like more, Tara?” I asked, wanting him to see exactly how turned on she was.
    “Yes, please,” she begged beautifully.
    Again, I brought the crop to her sensitive skin. Her body was shuddering and I wanted to bring her to climax, but it wasn’t my job. He’d have to take that pleasure. It was simply knowing how easily she handed over the control and blossomed beautifully under the crop. It reminded me of Alix when I’d used a crop on her.
    “Of course, if you don’t want to let her get off easily, you can simply drag the tip through her lips and tease her. Then you can use the handle to fill her anally or vaginally. The possibilities are as endless or as limited as your mind makes them. Try new things, with her consent of course. And always make sure you wash your toys afterwards.” I handed Chase the crop and stepped back to the corner to let him have a hand at teasing and tormenting her. He seemed most fascinated with slapping against her pussy, since that got the most vocal responses from her, and she was coming all over the toy after only a few hits.
    “Now you can either take her like this, keep playing with her until you are happy with the number of times she’s come, or you can release her and take things in another direction. It’s all up to how you want things to go or where you thinks he wants them to go,” I said loudly from across the room. I leaned against the wall and stuffed my hands in my pockets to watch as they moved on to fucking and coming. I helped him untie her when he was done, then after a swift good bye to the cuddling couple, I left.
    Another happy couple. Time to move on to another pair who was in need of assistance.
    The rest of the day was spent with similar clients, most of whom had fairly normal requests when it came to my assistance. It was always about the fear of rejection, the fear of not being accepted for their desire of something “different” or “weird”. All it usually took was a conversation with both parties and they’d normally agree to give it a try. If an idea was flat-out denied, we would try something else more tame and