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I hit her again, aiming for the red marks which begin to pucker her beautiful skin.
“Three,” she moans into the cushion.
“Good girl,” I praise her, giving her a moment of reprieve from the pain by stroking her wet pussy with the end of the crop. It comes away wet, and I think that if I don’t get to fuckBlue soon with something other than my fingers, I’m going to combust.
I can tell Blue relaxes at the brief moment of softened pleasure, her body melting into the bed.
“We think Ten deserves more pleasure, too,” a new voice says over the intercom, and the assistant enters the room, bringing in what looks like a vibrator. He quickly leaves again after handing me the device. Turning it over in my hand, I understand how it works and press the toy against her entrance, hearing Blue suck in a sharp breath as I ease the internal vibrator inside her.
She lets out another breathy moan once it slips in, and then I turn it on.
Blue laughs a sharp cry at the sensation, and I hear metal clinking as she pulls against her binds.
“Now, isn’t that better?” someone says over the intercom.
“Thank you,” Blue says, looking at the mirror. I know she’s putting on a show for the very people who are putting money in her hands, but it also seems she takes pleasure from it, too.
“Now we want to see number four,” the voice through the intercom says.
I bring back my crop again and strike her ass with it.
“Four.”
Her moan this time is different, more pleasure-filled, as the reprieve of the vibrator counteracts the sting of the crop against her tender skin. I’m starting to appreciate the red welts which form across both of her cheeks and grow eager to see more.
I hit her again, and again, until we make it to nine and are on our final strike. From what I know of how the betting works, Blue is doing well, and could very well be on her way to winning this game and getting one step closer to victory.
Raising the crop, I’m about to come in for number ten when the voice over the intercom decides this isn’t enough.
“Hit her between her legs.”
Before I do, I place a hand on Blue’s warm flesh, caressing the welts. She lets out another moan of satisfaction and turns to look at me over her shoulder again. The smile she gives me tells me everything I need to know, that this requested strike is not only welcome, but desired.
“Please let me come,” she begs.
“Happily,” I tell her, and begin stroking her wet entrance with the end of the crop, right over where the vibrator still tortures her with pleasure. She moans again, squirming at my touch and bucking her hips backward, begging for it. I bring back the crop and strike her pussy.
She yelps, convulsing forward, and I fear for a moment that I might have hurt her.
Until she says, “Yes,more.”
I hit there again, not as hard as I was hitting her ass, but enough to bring her to the edge. Based off what I learned about her body last night, she’s getting close to coming for her audience.
Her breath quickens, helpless panting wracking her body as she leans backward against my touch, begging for more as she slips closer and closer to the edge.
I want her to win more than anything. I want her audience to bet more than they ever have before, and to get them to do that, I can’t give them exactly what they want just yet. They want to see Blue come. The number of bets being laid down as I trace her folds with the edge of the crop are sure to put her in the spot of the victor in today’s game. The black leather of the crop is wet with the evidence of her pleasure as I hold it up for her audience. I want them betting on her coming in the next few moments.
Stroking the crop against her entrance again, the vibrator doing its intended work, her moans switch cadence, lowering in pitch as an orgasm threatens to take her. Then I remove the crop, a small act of cruelty with a greater payout in the end. Bluewhimpers, the sound testing my self-control, telling me she lost some of the build, sinking into a lull as I edge her.
Moving around to where her head rests on her arms, I grab her chin to force her gaze up to mine. Her blue eyes are heavy with lust and vibrant with need. The sight of her, looking at me like that, hair messy, cheeks pink, makes my cock harden. Her expression changes, mischief alighting the pools of need in her eyes.
“Do you want a turn?” she asks, biting down on her bottom lip, a tremble taking over her body as the vibrator makes her more and more sensitive.
“Not yet.” I trace her bottom lip with my thumb and slide my finger into her mouth. “Suck,” I command. She obeys eagerly. “Good girl. Keep them entertained.”
I want you to win,I want to tell her, if only to motivate her to continue the sultry performance she’s put on for me today. She can’t possibly know the nuances of the audience’s betting habits quite yet, but she seems to understand what benefits the Players in the games.
They want to be entertained. An entertained audience bets high and hard, and I would bet that Blue has the biggest audience right now.
