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JJ’s breathing was erratic as Fitz rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it hard and slipping the first clamp onto the nipple. If looks could have killed, the Scotsman would have been dead. He treated her other nipple in the same manner, chuckling as he tightened the second clamp in place and JJ moaned and sagged against her restraints.
“There’s my good lass,” he said soothingly. He stepped back to admire his handiwork.
JJ moaned and looked at him pleadingly, making the front of his leathers tent. She wriggled against the bindings, looking to Fitzwallace for relief, but there was none coming, at least not momentarily. Her nipples were becoming more pebbled and were beginning to resemble bright raspberries.
Fitzwallace backed over to his equipment tray and brought out some kind of harness. He attached the three buckled areas around JJ—one around her waist; the other two were strapped around each thigh. Hanging between her legs was some kind of holder with lacings on either side. JJ must have recognized it and struggled to avoid getting hooked up to whatever Fitz had in mind.
Emerson could feel her own arousal amping up in spite of not wanting it to. Her breath was erratic, and when Viktor put his hand beneath the front of her thong and fingered her clit, she gasped and heard several people close to them chuckle.
“Pay them no mind, dushka. Listen only to the sound of my voice and to that of Fitzwallace and JJ. Watch them as I play with you.”
“But there are others…”
“They do not matter, and I assure you, some of the other Doms are doing the same with their subs.”
“Nay, lass,” said Fitzwallace. “It’ll do you no good to struggle.”
He lifted a magic wand out of his bag and situated it in its slot so that it was pressed firmly against Jordan’s clit. Never breaking eye contact with his wife, Fitzwallace turned it on and watched her writhe in response. JJ’s breathing became ragged and thready. Fitzwallace splayed her labia wider as he increased the speed of the vibrator.
“For some, denying their sub an orgasm can be effective. I find it just makes Jordan mean and vengeful. She is much easier to handle in the aftermath of discipline if she’s been blissed out. I do draw the line at letting her hit subspace.”
Fitzwallace stepped back in order to let those in the audience see the effect the scene was having on JJ. He slipped his hand under the magic wand and began to caress her pussy, making JJ buck against his hand. The vibrator buzzed harshly against her, and the sheer intensity of the experience made her thrash desperately, her back arching as she bit down on the gag.
Fitz put on a sterile glove, lubed up one finger, and stepped behind her. From her reaction it was fairly easy to tell Fitz had inserted his finger in her anus. Jordan screamed into the ball gag as she came.
Fitz returned to her side, removing the glove and disposing of it in a secure container for that purpose. He reached down to the wand and turned it off, removing it and the harness from JJ’s inert body. He removed the nipple clamps soothing her ache with his mouth and tongue as she moaned softly. After he was done, he wiped down the wand, clamps and ball gag and placed everything back in his small kit.
“Do ye think you can behave yourself for the rest of the time we’re in America?” he asked calmly, fisting her hair to raise her head.
“Yes, Master.”
“I mean it Jordan, next time you pull a stunt like that you won’t sit or fuck comfortably for a week. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Viktor, can I get one of your people to take care of the area?”
“That won’t be a problem, Fitz.”
“Good,” said the Scotsman, taking a soft blanket and wrapping it around JJ as he released her from her bonds. “Now, lass, you and I will go upstairs while I have a drink, and you provide me with some relief. Then we’ll take advantage of the guest suites where I will spend the rest of the night between your legs making a meal of you in one way or another.”
JJ said nothing as she sagged into her husband, who scooped her off the ground and carried her out of the area.
“Perhaps you and I should adjourn to my office where you can properly thank me for my earlier discipline,” said Viktor in a low tone.
“Why is it they think we should thank them for that?” asked a southern voice in the darkness.
Before she could hear the answer, Viktor had hauled her up, tossed her over his shoulder, upending her world and striding out of the dungeon.
“Viktor, careful. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“Carrying you? Not likely.”
He made short work of the stairs and getting to his office. Once inside, he closed the door, walked behind his desk, and sat down in his chair, settling her on her knees on the floor. His quick, jerking movements at the lacing of his leathers spoke eloquently to how much he wanted her mouth. She tried to close her fist around his girth but couldn’t manage it. She leaned over his cock, her mouth hovering over it, letting him feel the warmth of her breath.
“Thank you for my discipline, Master.”
He hadn’t yet told her that she needed to start calling him that, but it sounded as right when she said it, as it had when JJ had used the term with Fitz.
