Safeword: Davenport(48)

She looked at Brent. “There's a remote?"

He nodded and handed it to her, saying, “It's on the lowest setting."

She switched it off and slid it over her belt. “Thanks. Any instructions with this?” she asked, holding the paddle up. “I assume ass and the backs of the thighs are both fine?"

He smiled, nodding. “Masochists give out the best pain; you know from experience what hurts."

Dana examined the paddle, the business end consisted of a couple of layers of thick leather bonded together, and the edges were well worn so she wouldn't have to worry about cutting him. It would pack a wallop, and would sting as well, but shouldn't create as much damage as wood. She inwardly thanked Brent for picking the perfect implement, as there was no risk of damaging him with this as long as she stuck to ass and thighs. Brent had told her he'd flash fingers at her, to help her gauge her strength. She should aim for a five—if he flashed higher, she should back off, lower meant hit harder.

Wanting to get Jacob's attention right off the bat, and knowing how disappointed she'd be if someone just tapped her ass instead of paddling her, she gave him five hard smacks to the back of his left thigh with only a two second pause between—every strike fanning the fire inside of her, turning it into a roaring blaze.

Brent was standing so Jacob couldn't see him, and flashed four fingers. She stepped forward and gave five slightly harder strikes on the back of his right thigh. She heard gasps for the last three, and when she finished he was struggling to control his breathing. Brent flashed another four.

She put the remote back on low a few seconds before slowly ramping to the highest setting, leaving it there as she repeated the five strikes on each thigh exactly as before, and turning it off when she stopped. She looked at Brent and he flashed a four again, and she gave him a lopsided grin. She wanted to reach down and rub across her clit, the power was getting to her, and Jacob's noises made her wonder how his mouth would feel on her while she was hurting him.

Focusing on Jacob once more, she delivered ten strikes to his left thigh, followed immediately by ten to his right. Same strength, slightly faster speed. She could see him working harder to accept the pain this time, his efforts like fuel to the heat taking her over, his groans making her want to use more force. She switched the plug to low again, gradually turning it up until it was one click away from full speed.

Aiming higher, she hit the crease where ass meets leg, fifteen on the left, fifteen on the right. He cried out a little on the last three strokes of the left side, and the last six strokes on the right. Not a scream, just a vocalization, but it made her understand what a full out scream could do to a Dom as she resisted the urge to touch her clit and send herself over the edge.

She caressed his thighs, feeling the heat. “Sir Brent, how's his tongue?"

"I'm happy with it, and I hear he's skilled with girl parts, too. Would you like to move him?"

"Yes. If you have thigh cuffs that'll fit me, I'd like to restrain his hands to my thighs and have him use his mouth to pleasure me. You know him better than I, so I'll leave it up to you to decide whether his own genitals should be in pain while he's pleasuring me."

Brent's smile was beautifully evil. “I think you need to learn about ball stretchers. Let's put one on before we move him."

Dana fumbled a bit fastening the stiff leather around his scrotum, pulling the ties from top to bottom as Brent instructed. She heard Jacob's breathing change as she tightened and looped the last two grommets, and she gently fondled his balls, fascinated at how tightly they were forced into their sacks.

Brent released Jacob from the table as she unwrapped her dress and hung it on an empty hook near the door. Sir Brent had seen her naked at the club before, but she wondered about the weirdness of her undressing to get it on with his submissive. He'd placed the thigh cuffs on the table and she climbed up and put them on herself, tightening them as much as she could. They were loose, but did the trick of restraining Jacob's hands to her thighs. Smiling, she reached for his head and gently urged his face where she wanted it.

His mouth was heavenly, and she ended up flat on her back, her feet resting lightly on his shoulders as he brought her to ecstasy more times than she could count. She gave various orders and requests, depending on the urgency, telling Jacob where she wanted his mouth, whether he should go faster or slower, whether to go deeper or give her clit attention. Each orgasm built on itself, making her come out of it hornier than she'd gone in, her need growing until she thought she'd go mad.

She looked sideways at Brent, sitting in a comfortable chair, his feet stretched out in front of him, hands on the armrests, obviously hard in his jeans, and enjoying the show. “Can he fuck me or should I get on top?"