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not climax. I was definitely
getting strange looks from the surrounding tables.
    When I made a quick trip to the
restroom, hoping for a brief reprieve, I could see why: I looked wild, almost
like an animal. My face was flushed, and my eyes were wide. No wonder Carter
couldn’t stop staring at me like a predator.
    Dinner seemed to take an
eternity, but finally it was time to leave. The limo picked us up at the door.
The second we were in the car, Carter was on me. The vibrator burst on, and I
moaned like a bitch in heat, grateful for the relative privacy of the car. I
molded my body against Carter’s, as his teeth nipped into the tender skin of my
neck. The nipple clamps ached even more as my breasts crushed against him, but
I wanted more of that feeling.
    When we arrived back at the
mansion, Carter whisked me off my feet and carried me inside. He headed to a
wing that I’d never been in before, ignoring Charles and the maids we passed. I
gasped as we arrived at our destination: Carter had an entire room that was
full of whips, crosses, and all over sorts of sex toys and equipment. He set me
on my feet next to an X-shaped wood structure.
    “Ass to me,” he ordered, spinning
me. Gripping my wrists in a firm hand, Carter buckled first the left, then the
right to the tops of the X. “This is called a St. Andrew’s cross,” he said
conversationally. He buckled my ankles in too, forcing my legs apart. With one
sure move, Carter tore the gorgeous dress straight down the back, leaving me in
nothing but lace and diamonds. I could hear him tinkering with some things
behind me but dared not turn my head. It sounded like he was undressing.
    I cried out as he reached around,
wrenching the top of the teddy aside and clipping weights to the ends of the
clamps on my nipples. Delicious pain surged through them all over again as they
were pulled down by the heavy weights. My face pressed against the wood as I
sagged, overcome with need.
    Carter pulled the lace panties
down around my upper thighs. “Did you enjoy being paraded around with your cunt
stuffed full and your nipples hard?” he asked, reaching a finger into my
dripping pussy. He tugged the egg out and tossed it aside.
    “No,” I whimpered, embarrassed. I
moaned as a stinging blow landed on my ass. A crop. Of course.
    “Don’t lie to me!” Another blow
landed on my other cheek. “I can see your cunt dripping all over my nice marble
floor. You loved every moment of it, didn’t you?”
    “Yes!” I moaned, both dreading
and needing him to whip me again. “Yes, sir, I loved it!” I was rewarded
as sharp strikes landed across my tender ass.
    “You’re a good little slut,”
Carter said approvingly. “And you look positively delicious with your wet pussy
and your red ass. What would you like as a reward?”
    “You,” I whispered.
    “Louder.”
    “You! Please, sir, fuck me!” I
cried, flushed.
    “Good girl, he said, his voice
heavy with desire. “You’ll get what you want…but not yet.”
    Carter was very, very good with
the crop. Each strike was perfectly placed and timed so I couldn’t anticipate
where it would land. He never broke the skin or hit me too hard, but soon the
tender skin of my ass felt like it was on fire as red welts rose up across my
soft flesh. I’d never realized how pain could heighten pleasure, how the two of
them could become one and the same, but as the crop landed in stinging blows
across my raw skin, all I could do was shamelessly beg Carter for more.
    Every so often, Carter would
pause, probing at my dripping pussy with the crop. I nearly screamed when he
first teased, then lightly slapped my swollen, neglected clit. I was so worked
up, so sensitive, that a mere brush of the crop over the inflamed nub felt like
lightning. My pleading became incomprehensible as I strained against my bonds,
desperate for release. Carter brought me to the edge over and over again,
drawing me back right as I was about to climax. The room spun as I