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Xavier examined his handiwork. It was one of his better setups, and yet he felt slightly ill at the thought of actually stepping back and letting everyone touch her.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

The word was a mantra in his mind. In less than a day Mae had invaded his mind and soul, making him want things he couldn’t have. The more submission she gave, the more drawn to her he was.

He needed to see others touching her, needed the emotional distance it would provide. She could use her safe word—if she did he’d end the scene, rather than just halting it—but he had a sinking feeling that she wouldn’t. Mae had yet to back down from a challenge.

Her pussy was lovely—wet and pink, begging to be pleasured. For someone like Mae, who wasn’t used to scenes that didn’t include sexual fulfillment, the past twenty hours must have been torture. He had no doubt that she was more than ready to come, no matter who it was who touched her.

Still her admission that she would rather continue to be denied pleasure and wait for his touch was like gasoline thrown on the fire of his desire for her.

Xavier laid his hand on her stomach. She tensed, then relaxed, almost as if she’d realized who was touching her.

That was the last straw. Xavier stepped away, leaving her alone and exposed in her bindings. He looked at the crowd of fifteen or so people who had gathered.

“Mae is available for you to enjoy. Fingers and mouths only. No fucking.” Mae made a strangled sound behind the gag. Xavier raised his voice, making sure everyone heard him. “She is not allowed to come.”

Several people chuckled. “What happens if she does come?” someone called out.

“If she orgasms then the breast whipping she has coming will be much more severe.” He put menace in the words, wanting to scare Mae, giving her the fear as a tool to help control her body’s reaction to what was about to happen.

moaned, her hips lifting

if she was, as he suspected, deeply masochistic, the idea of a severe

helped Mae admit her desires pulled up a chair, positioning it so he could sit while playing

collar, while her owner fished an ice cube from his drink and ran it over Mae’s belly.

his hands on the barrel, he leaned forward and blew across her wet pussy lips, letting her know

through her nose, and he watched her pussy clench. Xavier used two fingers to further part her outer labia. Her vagina was lovely, the soft folds swollen with arousal,

in an effort to obey. She’d fail, but he wanted to be the one

Xavier lowered his mouth to

* * *

No. No. No.

doing her best to ignore the person kissing the sensitive skin of her neck and the cold brush of ice over her stomach, but she wouldn’t be able to ignore direct stimulation

a spike of pleasure lancing through her. Clenching her belly muscles, she braced herself to try to

and now a finger was stroking her inner labia in a smooth rhythm. Maybe

stroked her clit, and Mae

through her nose, gasping at the sudden, sharp pleasure. She’d moved enough to dislodge the person’s mouth, giving her a chance to

was back on her clit. Again she tried to lift her hips and break contact, but didn’t have the leverage to

finger circled the entrance to her body, pressing in just enough to

two fingers—pressed against her entrance and Mae stiffened. She wanted to be filled, to be