The words alone would have done it for her, if his hands hadn’t been there to help. She relaxed finally, luxuriating in the feeling as he worked his fingers deep inside her. She’d never been so thoroughly explored with just a man’s fingers and he certainly knew how to find the most sensitive places.
She could feel herself beginning to peak as he rubbed faster on her clit, jiggling it as he slid his fingers in and out of her juicy slit. She gazed languidly into the eyes of her spectators, all watching in awe as she was about to receive her first public orgasm.
“Yes Sir...” she whispered, not even she could hear her voice, but it was her way of holding back until she had his full permission; and acknowledged it. She wouldn’t have been able to stop now regardless, and could feel her body starting to tense up the way it always did when she was about to cum.
His fingers were relentless, and she was helpless to control it now even if she wanted to. She gasped for breath, and an intense wave of pleasure coursed through her body; rendering her dizzy and euphoric as a flood of pussy juice covered her Master’s fingers.
“Ohhhh...” she whimpered, her voice ebbing away as the pleasure ripped through her, it was the most vivid, debilitating orgasm she’d ever had, and for the moment she could only lie motionless, trying to get her body to stop shaking.
The previously quiet crowd of people erupted in applause, and she looked up at them, dazed; having almost forgotten they were there at the end. She was amazed at their response, and felt a sense of beauty and pride where her embarrassment had been. She lifted her head, exhausted, to greet their applause and appreciative smiles.
Aiden’s hand wiped the sweat from her forehead and she felt him untying her hands. He lifted her up, off the bench and set her down on a nearby chaise, letting her stretch out and regain her balance. The small crowd began to dissipate, the onlookers shuffling off to watch another spectacle.
“Helena?”
Aiden was looking at her, his dark eyes searching her face for a response. She looked up at him, more relaxed and fulfilled than she’d ever been before and clasped his hand between hers.
“What is it Sir?”
“Nothing really,” he said with a smile, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, “just figured after we relax a moment we’ll take in another show; what do you think?”
“Absolutely Sir, I’d love to,” Helena smiled to herself, she couldn’t wait to watch another show with him, and already had a few things in mind, “maybe a bondage show Sir? Or a strapping?”
Helena’s mind was racing at the possibilities, there was so much she still wanted to see, to learn about. She couldn’t wait to try it all, to have him show her everything he knew, everything he wished for her to become.
“All in good time, my lovely slave---all in good time.”
Revenge
Cassie could tell from the sound of his voice he was angry; even over the phone he sounded tense and anxious.
Could be anything bugging the old prick---Mitch wasn’t the most easygoing guy. He had a hard job dealing with the finances at the club; where they had met and started seeing each other.
She was one of those wannabe actresses whose only ‘major’ films so far were the kind where the starlet runs around half naked through the whole film; probably not the next big thing. But her buxom figure and girlish features made her a natural for the genre, and for the time being it was all the work she could find.
As soon as she entered the office, she could tell by his dark glare he wasn’t impressed.
“Everything ok? I’ve got your favourite panties on...ya know, the see through net ones?”
She did a little twirl, spinning to raise her short pleated skirt enough to show glimpse of her soft round ass hanging out.
He wasn’t interested.
“Sit down!”
She looked at him, a little startled and came closer, dropping into the other chair with a loud sigh.
“What’s up big daddy?”
He pushed a piece of paper across the desk towards her, glaring angrily; she knew from his livid expression what it was---a copy of her marriage certificate from a few months ago.
“Congratulations! I never received my invitation...must have been one hell of a time.”
He stared at her, daring a response.
“I didn’t wanna tell you,” she began, stretching back in the chair and closing her eyes for a moment, “It’s just short term, it’s the guy who’s directing my next few films.”
It didn’t surprise him; she wasn’t exactly a movie star, and most of the flings she’d had seemed to coincide with films she was in. But they were short lived romances, this time she’d gotten married. Married! And without even mentioning it to him.