Slowly, the soft music that had been playing began to fade until the room was stark in its silence. It drew the moment into sharper focus, each sound lending itself to an action. The room itself seemed to become a living thing, breathing, vibrating, and hungry. Even Caleb was not immune to the charm of one petite girl mastering someone twice her size.
“Very good, Slave.” Felipe’s voice was scarcely above a whisper when he translated Celia’s words. Caleb did not require the translation, but he could appreciate the way Felipe’s voice, low, but full of authority, drew the others in as they strained to hear every word.
Celia released Kid’s hair and he audibly sighed in relief. She stroked the gold strands for a few seconds. Her audience sighed in approval as they listened to Kid’s ragged breaths.
Caleb had always marveled at the way a person’s inability to see lowered their inhibitions sharply. Surely, Kid would be humiliated to know the sounds he was making were being heard and interpreted by a room full of people who lived for such things. Caleb was almost embarrassed for him, or perhaps he was only uncomfortable watching.
Slowly, seductively, Celia caressed the boy’s face, his neck, and his shoulders. She let herself take the time to coax him into desiring her. Kid could probably smell her perfume; nearly feel her nipple make contact with his face as she stood in front of him, touching him like a lover in a room full of strangers. When Celia pulled a way, the boy nearly fell on his face chasing after the smell of her.
“She’s very good,” Rafiq suddenly whispered in a hushed tone. Caleb nodded in assent.
Celia quietly circled the room, finally coming upon a squat, round man, wearing a cowboy hat and a bolero tie. She inclined her body toward him, rubbing her pert nipples across his chest sinuously. The man chuckled and leaned forward in an attempt to kiss Celia, but at the last second, she reached for the flogger in the man’s hand and sharply turned on her heel, slapping the man in the face with her hair.
The room erupted in laughter. “Damn it, Felipe,” said the man in a thick Texas drawl, “You are a lucky bastard. Go on honey, you teach that boy a lesson.”
Celia smiled for the crowd and cheekily waved her flogger. “Put your face on the ground and lift your ass in the air,” she said.
Kid flinched and didn’t move to obey, even after Felipe translated. The crowd hissed in disapproval.
“No?” said Celia.
“Please,” Kid said, with a whimper. And it was most definitely, a whimper. “I’ve had enough. No more.”
Caleb shifted in his seat. He stroked Kitten’s hair again and abruptly she shifted to sit between Caleb’s knees, her head landed on his upper thigh and she pressed his hand to her ear.
“She’s quite bold, Caleb. I’m surprised you let her get away with things like that.” Rafiq quietly scolded.
“I told you Rafiq, she is not herself. Stop acting as though you’ve never been lenient. I’ve seen you train. Even you, have your moments.” With that, the subject was momentarily dropped.
“Enough? I’ve barely started,” simpered Celia. “And of course…,” she said as she raised the flogger. She waited a moment, letting her audience share in Kid’s anticipation, before she brought the flogger down across his chest, “You forgot to say, ‘please, Celia’.”
Kid groaned, biting hard on his lip as he attempted to rub his chest against his knees by doubling over.
Celia swished the flogger in the air and brought it back down across Kid’s back and this time his groan was loud and open-mouthed. “Will you obey me?”
“Yes, Celia,” the boy said through gritted teeth. The crowd applauded.
Caleb chuckled to himself. Yes, it was good to be surrounded by his peers. The debilitating guilt he had been feeling lately was practically non-existent. It had evaporated and was replaced with a more familiar sentiment: lust.
Kitten’s head, resting on his thigh was so close to his dick he could almost feel her breath on it. He was tempted to take it out and make her suck it. He had yet to demand that particular act from her, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist forever. He’d fucked her ass, why not her mouth?
“Prove it, Slave, and lift that sexy ass in the air,” Celia purred.
Caleb heard the catch in the boy’s throat as he struggled to lower his head to the floor. He teetered on his knees before he finally managed the head-down-ass-up position Celia demanded. The crowd murmured; their excitement palpable.
Celia dragged the long, leather strands across the bare expanse of Kid’s flesh. Naked and tightly bound, Kid had no control over what was about to happen to him. His breathing was quick and ragged and each breath moved his entire body. Celia gently flicked the tips of the flogger against Kid’s balls which could be seen by those standing or sitting behind him. He hissed, writhing against the carpet as much as he could.
“Do you like that, Slave?”
“No, Celia.”
Another tap, “That’s not nice. Shall I hit you harder? Like a man?” The audience was positively giddy over that idea.
“No! No, Celia. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Kid pleaded.