Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis Book 1) by Golden Angel (english novels for beginners TXT) 📗

His cock throbbed in time with the music, pulse racing with the floggers while the erotic tableau in front of them heated up. Jessica was moaning, crying out, thrusting her ass back and her breasts forward for punishment. Domi’s body moved in sympathy with the tormented submissive. She’d be craving the punishment, and Mitch could tell his gentle caresses were frustrating her more than anything else.

Smiling sadistically, he began to give a little of what she needed… but only a little. Harder pinches to her nipples interspersed between the other caresses. Tiny twists, then right back to the gentle massage, his hands plumping her breasts.

He didn’t touch her pussy at all.

By the time Justin and Chris let their floggers drop, walking up to Jessica and sandwiching her between them, Domi was practically on Mitch’s lap. Her hand reached down to grip his cock, likely thinking rubbing him through his pants would make him change his mind about doing her on the table. Justin and Chris pumped into Jessica’s pussy and ass, filling her completely, while she cried out between them.

Watching them while Domi gripped his erection from the exterior of his pants, giving enough pressure and stimulation to make his balls tighten, Mitch had to pull her hand away or else embarrass himself. The music came to a crescendo, encouraging the voyeurs to join the trio on stage in erotic culmination.

“Please,” Domi begged, turning her head toward him.

Instead of answering, Mitch caught her lips in a kiss, keeping hold of her hands and pushing them behind her back to capture her in place. She whimpered and opened for him, kissing him back desperately.

When they came up for air, the music was fading away, and the trio on stage was leaving, but Mitch didn’t bother looking at them.

“Skip dessert and go check out our room?” he asked in a low voice.

“Yes, please, Sir.”

Chapter Sixteen

Domi

On fire with need, the tops of her legs felt slippery from her cream as Mitch led her down the hallway. Her pussy felt plump and swollen between her legs, and she had a feeling her underwear wasn’t protecting her from a wet spot on her dress at this point.

She couldn’t help but laugh when they reached their door, though.

“Really? We’re playing doctor again?” she asked, raising an eyebrow and teasing. “Should I be worried about you having a medical fetish while you’re working in a hospital?”

“I am a nurse,” he said, stressing the last word as he opened the door for her. “I am far more useful than a doctor.” It was said in one of those joking, not joking ways.

“But you like playing doctor?”

“I do with you. Now get in there, Domi Darling.” Mitch’s hand came down, giving her a short, sharp swat on the ass that got her moving and left her gasping. The spot tingled, the burn from the impact making her almost lightheaded with the ache throbbing between her legs. She’d heard it could feel like all the blood was rushing to a man’s dick when he got hard—was this the feminine equivalent? His voice had changed, going from date-Mitch to Master Mitch in a single sentence.

The room was the same, set up like a doctor’s office, though the table came with restraints, and the cabinets were filled with sex toys, alongside any real medical equipment. Marquis’ hotel rooms were set up with the theme room first, then a room right behind it set up like a gorgeous—traditional—hotel room. Domi glanced over at the door on the far wall. When they’d been here for classes, the door to those rooms had always been locked. She’d always wanted to see what the hotel rooms looked like… but right now, having an orgasm was the bigger priority.

Behind her, she could hear Master Mitch closing the door and a rustle of fabric indicating he was picking up the provided lab coat. She grinned. He absolutely liked playing doctor. Maybe because real doctors at his hospital would be horrified at the idea. That seemed very Mitch.

“Welcome back, Miss Ortiz,” Master Mitch said, his voice a little deeper than usual. “I’m glad to see you’re taking your health seriously.”

Turning to face him, Domi put one hand on her hip and lifted her eyebrows. He winked at her, though when he was in Dom mode, he somehow managed to wink but be serious at the same time. She knew from previous experience how devious he could be with medical equipment, and her heart was already beginning to race with anticipation.

“Since you’ve been here before for a checkup, I think we’ll take time to run some tests this evening.” The sadistic twinkle in his eyes, combined with the wicked smile on his lips, did all sorts of things to her insides. Everything felt fizzy, tingly, and achy with the desire to be touched, to be hurt.

“Please undress.”

Mitch

Watching Domi undress out of the corner of his eye, Mitch took out a square blue cushion from one of the cabinets. Since the room was set up like a doctor’s office, it had the usual hard tile floor, not at all conducive to putting a subbie on her knees for a long period… unless she was being punished. Mitch was going to be a gentleman and provide something for Domi to kneel on while she sucked his cock.

She looked at him curiously before her eyes sparked with understanding when he dropped the cushion on the floor. His lips twitched with amusement when she took her neatly folded dress, underwear tucked inside, over to the chair on the side of the room and put them down. Though he could have stopped her, he took the moment to appreciate how beautiful she was naked.

Petite and slim but with gentle curves. She’d recently told him she sometimes wished she had more curves, but Mitch didn’t think she was lacking in any way. Women in all their shapes and sizes appealed to him for different reasons,