Ivorie's Surprise [Golden Dolphin] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels Read Free Book Online Page B

the experienced members of the audience jumped as the loud crack of the whip split the sexual tension in the air. Greg continued to stand just behind her as her back and buttocks trembled in anticipation and excitement. His cock strained against the leather of his pants. It was obvious that she was totally submissive to him. He cracked the flogger, and she jumped. She flinched as he ran the tails over her body again. Finally, when the tension in the room was unbearable, he cracked the flogger over her upper back and butt. He continued the lightly stinging strokes until they elicited a sharp cry from her arched throat. He placed the sharp bite of a well-aimed stroke across her buttocks. Finally, the rose tails of the flogger lightly struck between her spread thighs and drove her into a stunning climax. Her orgasm shot through her body like a bolt of lightning. As the thunderous convulsions subsided, she hung from the chains, drained and limp. Greg uncuffed her wrists and ankles and picked her up. He crushed his lips to hers in a brutal kiss and held her tightly to his chest for a moment. Then he carried her from the room while the audience stood in the dungeon in awe.
    Ivorie was trembling, and she still held Drew’s hand in a death grip. Even the ebullient Turners were silent in the aftermath of the demonstration. Slowly, the crowd broke up and returned to the main deck to get fresh drinks, to recover from what they had just witnessed, and to control the incredibly intense sexual feelings they were experiencing. Most were strangely silent. Some of the women had actually come while they watched, and most of the men sported hard-ons under their well-tailored slacks. It had been a powerful exhibition.
    “I really don’t feel like going back to the lounge. Do you want to come back to my suite for a drink? We can relax up there and discuss this if you like.” Drew was watching her carefully. Maybe he thought she was going to faint or something. Well, she was tougher than that. At least she hoped so.
     
     
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Drew was glad the tail of his white silk shirt was untucked because it somewhat covered the raging erection he was having trouble subduing. Not only the exhibition but Ivorie’s soft body curled against him was having the expected effect.
    Once they were back in the sitting room of the suite, Drew turned to Ivorie. “Have a seat. How about a glass of white wine? I have some brandy if you want something stronger.”
    “Wine would be great. Thanks. That was some exhibition. It wasn’t exactly what I was expecting…if I knew what I was expecting. Well, anyway…that wasn’t it.”
    Drew laughed. “You sound completely confused. BDSM is different for every couple that practices it. Fantasies are different. Likes and dislikes are different, and the degree of severity and commitment are different.”
    “That sure was different. I won’t argue with that. Did she really want to be whipped?”
    Drew filled a cut-crystal wine glass and handed it to her then poured an inch of amber liquid into a brandy snifter for himself. He sat down on the forest-green brocade loveseat next to her. “Yes, she did. But, Ivorie, remember what you saw. Do you think he really hurt her? It was more the idea of it than the actual pain. It was more about the act of submission. Some people want the actual pain, and I think Natasha may be one of them, but Greg isn’t willing to go beyond his own comfort level to deliver it. That’s his hard limit. What we saw tonight was really very mild.”
     
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    Ivorie went back in her memory and tried to get beyond the shock of the scene. She had to admit Drew was right. None of the whip strokes were really hard. They may have stung a bit, and while her skin was pink, none of the strokes had broken the skin or even left marks. It was more about the loud cracking sounds and the spectacle. “Huh. I think you’re right. That was a lot of drama and not much actual punishment. Did