Taut thin rope now abraded my skin, as it passed between my legs, underneath me, then wound back around each cheek and looped over the girdle of my pelvis. Again it was positioned around my ass, skirting the tail that remained in place, dropping heavily from the plug inside my rear channel. He continued looping the bind across my clit back and forth around my hips numerous times, slowly, carefully tying off the ends.

With each loop he finger-tipped my lips apart, arranging my dripping folds, spreading them open on either side of the rope. My pussy twanged uncontrollably every time he stroked and spread me apart and lined up the twine so that my clit went into spasms of lust. The pull of the ropes on my folds incited powerful pulses of need shattering through me.

Trembling with the thrill of the unknown, Valentine waited, insisting that my body calmed until a more docile and controlled stance replaced my overwhelm of desire. I was not to appear to surrender too much to my pleasure, not unless my master indicated I was free to do so.

As the tickle of the feather caressed down my body, I steeled myself, ready for the jolt of shivers I knew to expect as it grazed across my engorged nub. But ohmigod, I was not prepared for the gushing shake along my legs when the lightest wisp of contact skimmed my pulsing pussy. I clamped hard on my back molars to shut off from squealing with tremors of delight as the feather teased over me again and again in unexpected rhythms.

I fully anticipated the wet slap across my spread that would counteract the pleasure of the feathering and prevent me from climaxing. But it never came. Valentine toyed more mercilessly than ever before with my aching twitching spread. Playing it and raising my crescendo higher, like a crazed violinist reaching the peak of a concerto.

I toppled over into a blackout of delicious tingling pleasure. Huge streams of bliss sashayed down my limbs until I was rocked into a haze of sweetness that I wanted to live in permanently like any junkie. I was doing great. I was in control, not flailing around in crazed greed to get off.

Even when he twisted my nipple out into corkscrew I just floated back on the pain until he suctioned it between his firm lascivious lips. As he pulled in and out of his tug, every nerve in me fired with scrumptious longing.

More.

Luckily I managed to compress my lips from begging out loud.

Screaming for “more”.

Valentine was lifting me through the buildup of pressure and bringing me to the brink of climax before the entire group of onlookers. I didn't care who saw, my need to go over the cliff of withholding was so intense. I wanted them all to watch my delirious pleasure at submitting to Valentine’s mastery. To observe how in tune we were. He was playing me perfectly and massive great waves of affection rolled out toward him.

The flick of the crop swiped through the air and slashed across the tops of my breasts, barely grazing the buckshot peaks of my nipples. One, two, three lashes, delicate but punishment like he’d never brought down on me before.

I wailed inside the confines of my own mouth, sucking the flesh of my cheek in biting down with my back teeth to prevent myself from abject failure of crying out. Why? Why didn't I stop it right then? Valentine didn't play with a safe work in place. He told me he'd know immediately if I want to stop, or needed to.

Valentine was obviously incensed with my behavior. But I'd visited my ex that he seemed determined to separate me from. His punishment was starting to cross the border of being very real. Now I waited for the stinging to subdue you with the caress of the feather.

Instead the whip swished lightly across my stretched clit. The dripping folds bulged under the sharp bite. Three swift slaps across my pussy sear like the heat of an open flame before a rush of pleasure heats me further. I bit down harder inside my cheeks and tasted the iron sweetness of blood. That was it, sure I had reached my max out point, one more swish of the crop and I was going to call a halt. Without a safe word I had no idea how to make that happen but there was no way I would enjoy more of this.

His hand darted into my thick care, grasping at the roots and pushing down top of my head. My stretched arms relaxed as the chains lowered from the gantry and I curled into a caterpillar ball, bending my knees and lowering to the floor.

Now what?

I knelt before Valentine, chest pounding, breathing as hard as when I'd attempted the New York marathon. I say attempted, I did actually finish but with such an ignominious time, I preferred to admit afterwards that my heart and lungs weren’t up to it.

My agonized full breasts swayed in front of me while the tail from the plug trailed down between my legs. I loved being at the mercy of Jay Valentine. I longed for it constantly, so that when he wasn't close to me I felt bereft and alone.

From the moment we met, I knew he was intrigued by more than my physical body. Even though he'd forced me to strip naked about an hour after the introductions, it wasn't from some lurid need to look at my tickets. He adored my naked body, that much I knew now, but he was more interested in building an alternative connection between us.

Later, when he told me he'd set out the entire design project to lure me out to California, sure that he and I were meant to play together, I felt the power of his desire for me. He had gone to extreme lengths and expense to get me to Chateau, far from home and away from the security of my normal life. He could have any woman he wanted but had done all that only for me.

He was stunningly handsome with a body built for protection. Behind all that and all the money, was something more. Something a little dark I couldn't yet decipher. I found it hedonistic, as addictive as any drug. I may have come close to seeing it last night when he cooked me dinner at his penthouse. Maybe that was why he pulled away, to barricade himself in his own quarters. Maybe that was why he was punishing me just a little too ferociously tonight. Jay Valentine was afraid of being known.

By dragging the chain holding my wrists out along the floor he forced my nose down to the ground heaving breasts pressed into the floor and the shibari ropes stretch my clit wider apart. One toe of his shoe edged between my knees from behind to press them apart, opening up my lips even more delectably. Quivers of lust went through me and I thought can't contain myself much longer.

Which way was I facing? I wasn't sure whether I'd veered to the side so that my pussy was now stretching apart in full view of the master billionaires surrounding the stage area. Don't know I didn't feel wanted and exposing my most intimate regions to complete strangers. I probably should have, but it was exactly the opposite. I even arched my back a little harder to raise and splay my ass cheeks. My slit spread wider, between the bulge created by Valentine's artistry with the shibari rope ties.

The juices flowed down the inside of my thighs in full view of the spectators wanted and lost flickered through my damp spread dripping spread. The cool air of exposure imposed by the stricture of bondage only incited me higher.

The high-pitched whine the crop looking through the air high my ear like an enraged mosquito allows me a second notice before snapping lightly across my ass cheeks. The sting ripped through me most pronounced between my thighs as a luscious gossip of cool air before coming blistering across my soul wet folds. Needle points prickled my tender flesh as the spanking continued.

I would surrender. I would show them all that the trust between Valentine and me was intact, despite that I’d met Josh for a secret engagement. This was a completely different Valentine's usual preference was to build up over liquid slow amount of time administering just soupçons of torture then stepping back to observe the emotions he brought from me giving me the chance to relish them for going to repeat. Now he seemed more intent on inflicting punishment. Discipline. For the benefit of the other Alpha monsters is much as to put me in my place once and for all.

My chest was bursting as I was holding my breath, gritting my teeth and clinching every muscle against the stinging my butt cheeks. It took every last pool of control to not thrash around as Liberty had. Fortunately I was on my knees so there was no chance of them giving out from under me but my heard swirled, close to swooning.

A strange sense of gratification also rumbled through me. Surely Valentine would love me for this. We would advance up the ladder of trust and connection bonding us together. We be emotionally entwined permanently.

Tears were squeezing out like water through rubble from under my bound lids, No matter how hard clamped down the blindfold was starting to dampen. I bit down harder on my inside cheek and just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, the sweet relief of a gentle pressure massaging circles in my dripping folds.

The touch was magical in comparison to what had come before. My pussy welcomed the round head like a cool drink of water. Then my folds vibrated with tremors reverberating through my swollen clit so that I came thundering to the edge, unable to control myself.

Lights, color, action blew a chasm through my brain as my climax got ready to detonate. And at the exact moment, he read my senses and removed the vibrating toy, leaving me teetering in desperate need. I was hanging on the precipice with my fingernails digging into my own palm instead of solid rock. Then Valentine’s hand reached between my thighs to part my folds.

He trailed across my pulsating clit and rapturous lust threw up in me again. I was ready, panting at the effort of restraining the geyser of desire, desperate to go over the edge. Joyful inhibition was winning out over the divine torture as tiny increments of pleasure edged up my core. Then I was there – falling.