firmly against the small of her back to keep her steady, Adam brought the dual strips of stiff leather down hard against her ass. “One!” Carly gasped, as two small welts rose side by side on her skin, perpendicular to the satin garters.
“Two! Oh!” she cried as the whip again met its target.
“Keep your voice down,” Adam said, as he struck her again. “You don’t want them to hear you out there, do you?”
When he was done, Adam pushed Carly gently from his lap, letting her roll to her knees on the rug. “Look at me,” he commanded.
Carly lifted her face to him. Her eyes were bright with tears, her cheeks flushed, several escaped ringlets of hair framing her face. Adam wanted nothing more at that moment than to push her down to the ground and fuck her silly.
Instead he stood, replacing the quirt in its inner pocket. He reached into an outer pocket and handed Carly the small pocketbook he’d allowed her to pack with lipstick and other feminine essentials. “Make yourself presentable and come back to the table. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Once seated again, Adam nodded toward the hovering waiters. In a few minutes Carly returned to the table, fresh lipstick on her pretty mouth, her hair once again more or less in place. Adam hid his smile as he watched her lower herself gingerly to the chair, her bottom no doubt smarting from the whipping.
Fresh raspberries with apricot honey cream were set before them along with china cups of steaming coffee and snifters of fine Cognac. As Carly speared a raspberry, Adam turned on the remote, causing her dessert fork to tinkle against the crystal bowl.
Carly looked at him with a beseeching gaze, but he stared her down, silently daring her to protest. She took a deep breath and looked down. “Eat,” Adam admonished with a grin. “And try that brandy. It’s quite excellent.”
Carly managed to eat several raspberries and even added cream and sugar to her coffee, though her hand trembled. She sipped at the brandy and Adam pushed the remote wheel higher, causing her to set her snifter down with a clunk as she gasped.
Adam watched the play of emotion move over her flushed features—she wanted to protest, he could see that, but she, wisely, didn’t dare. A shudder moved through her body as she clutched and twisted the linen napkin in her lap.
Adam sipped the strong coffee as he enjoyed her show, glad the jacket would hide the raging erection pulsing between his legs when they left the restaurant. “Come for me,” he finally said in a soft voice, rolling the wheel to high.
Carly’s shudders had barely subsided when the young waiter approached, a silver coffee pot in his hand. “More coffee, Monsieur? Madame?” Though he addressed them both, the young man had eyes only for Carly, who had wrapped her arms around her torso, her chest still heaving from her recent orgasm.
“No, thanks,” Adam said, holding out a credit card. “I think we’re all done here.”
Chapter 8
The room flickered in the candlelight, revealing vaulted ceilings and walls draped in flowing gold silk. The slave was dressed in swirling, sheer scarves that revealed as much as they hid, gold and silver chains at her wrists and ankles. She danced around him, her hair flying. He tried to see her face, but it was hidden beneath a veil. Several more women were kneeling around him as he lay back against the silk cushions.
Adam lifted the goblet of hot, spiced wine to his lips, but forgot to drink as one of the slave girls lowered her head over his lap, closing soft lips over his erect shaft. Adam could feel his cock hardening to steel. He reached for the girl’s hair, which fell in long, silky ringlets. Gripping tightly, he pulled her head down, forcing her to take the full length of him.
As cool fingers curled around his balls, Adam slowly opened his eyes. He was still caught in the web of his dream, though the woman at his groin was no dream. Lifting his head, Adam saw
“Two! Oh!” she cried as the whip again met its target.
“Keep your voice down,” Adam said, as he struck her again. “You don’t want them to hear you out there, do you?”
When he was done, Adam pushed Carly gently from his lap, letting her roll to her knees on the rug. “Look at me,” he commanded.
Carly lifted her face to him. Her eyes were bright with tears, her cheeks flushed, several escaped ringlets of hair framing her face. Adam wanted nothing more at that moment than to push her down to the ground and fuck her silly.
Instead he stood, replacing the quirt in its inner pocket. He reached into an outer pocket and handed Carly the small pocketbook he’d allowed her to pack with lipstick and other feminine essentials. “Make yourself presentable and come back to the table. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Once seated again, Adam nodded toward the hovering waiters. In a few minutes Carly returned to the table, fresh lipstick on her pretty mouth, her hair once again more or less in place. Adam hid his smile as he watched her lower herself gingerly to the chair, her bottom no doubt smarting from the whipping.
Fresh raspberries with apricot honey cream were set before them along with china cups of steaming coffee and snifters of fine Cognac. As Carly speared a raspberry, Adam turned on the remote, causing her dessert fork to tinkle against the crystal bowl.
Carly looked at him with a beseeching gaze, but he stared her down, silently daring her to protest. She took a deep breath and looked down. “Eat,” Adam admonished with a grin. “And try that brandy. It’s quite excellent.”
Carly managed to eat several raspberries and even added cream and sugar to her coffee, though her hand trembled. She sipped at the brandy and Adam pushed the remote wheel higher, causing her to set her snifter down with a clunk as she gasped.
Adam watched the play of emotion move over her flushed features—she wanted to protest, he could see that, but she, wisely, didn’t dare. A shudder moved through her body as she clutched and twisted the linen napkin in her lap.
Adam sipped the strong coffee as he enjoyed her show, glad the jacket would hide the raging erection pulsing between his legs when they left the restaurant. “Come for me,” he finally said in a soft voice, rolling the wheel to high.
Carly’s shudders had barely subsided when the young waiter approached, a silver coffee pot in his hand. “More coffee, Monsieur? Madame?” Though he addressed them both, the young man had eyes only for Carly, who had wrapped her arms around her torso, her chest still heaving from her recent orgasm.
“No, thanks,” Adam said, holding out a credit card. “I think we’re all done here.”
Chapter 8
The room flickered in the candlelight, revealing vaulted ceilings and walls draped in flowing gold silk. The slave was dressed in swirling, sheer scarves that revealed as much as they hid, gold and silver chains at her wrists and ankles. She danced around him, her hair flying. He tried to see her face, but it was hidden beneath a veil. Several more women were kneeling around him as he lay back against the silk cushions.
Adam lifted the goblet of hot, spiced wine to his lips, but forgot to drink as one of the slave girls lowered her head over his lap, closing soft lips over his erect shaft. Adam could feel his cock hardening to steel. He reached for the girl’s hair, which fell in long, silky ringlets. Gripping tightly, he pulled her head down, forcing her to take the full length of him.
As cool fingers curled around his balls, Adam slowly opened his eyes. He was still caught in the web of his dream, though the woman at his groin was no dream. Lifting his head, Adam saw
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