With the most delicate movements he had ever seen, she handed her purse to Ozzie, slipped her heels off and got to her hands and knees. Ozzie watched from the edge of his seat as the love of his life crawled across the floor to the woman who beckoned her.
“Very good. You have taught her well, Ozzie, I’d be proud of her if I were you,” she said when Sofia came to a stop kneeling in front of the dom with her head down and her hands behind her back.
Roman unhooked a riding crop from her belt and held it out in front of Sofia. She ran it over both of her exposed arms, over her covered breasts and up her neck, raising Sofia’s chin with it so she could look in her eyes. “The man who loves you set tonight up, the man who wishes nothing more than to spend the rest of his life making your fantasies come true. Do you understand that?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“You will do as I say and follow instructions precisely. If you do not, you will be punished. I will be here to ensure you get what you need tonight and Ozzie will be there to provide it,” she snapped in his direction and he walked towards the middle of the room where they were. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Damon and Eli take a seat in the corner. He respected them for who they were to Roman and gave them both a nod to share his appreciation.
“Nixie, stand please,” he said, but before she did, she looked to Roman for approval. With a nod of her head, she complied. The shift in dynamic was different for him. He was used to Sofia doing as he asked without question, but if this was what she wanted tonight, then he would move forward. Different wasn’t bad, especially in this situation.
“Turn around.”
When she did, Ozzie unzipped the gold zipper that ran down the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Roman held a hand out and steadied Sofia as she stepped out of the dress. Something about watching Damon and Eli watch his woman churned the heat deep inside of him. Their eyes ran appreciatively over Sofia, and her breath picked up when she noticed. They had talked about exhibitionism, but Sofia decided it was something she wanted to work up to. Seeing how she reacted to the two men watching her, Ozzie realized it may be something they try sooner rather than later.
“Do you like them looking at you?”
“I do.”
“My men are quite elegant, aren’t they?” Roman asked.
“They are,” she said, then looked back to Ozzie who stepped forward, kissing her softly. He wanted to encourage her to share her thoughts, not feel worried about him. Roman guided her to the bed where she laid Sofia down and stretched her arms above her. Clasping the restraints that were ready and waiting around her wrists. Sofia gave a small pull, testing them, then smiled and settled comfortably into place. Roman picked her riding crop up from where she placed it to secure Sofia and slowly dragged it across her skin. Ozzie stood at the end of the bed as Sofia stared in his eyes only squirming when the tip of the leather ran over her nipples.
“I’m going to enjoy marking you.”
“She turns a gorgeous shade of red.”
Roman lifted her crop and, with a quick movement of her wrist, landed it on Sofia’s right nipple. Sofia gasped and pulled against her restraints to no avail until Roman lowered her head, kissing her gently where the crop had landed.
“Mmmm... sweet girl. You are so responsive,” she murmured as Sofia arched towards her mouth. Roman stood to her full height again and repeated the same movement to her other side. First the sound of the slap, next the reward of her mouth.
Ozzie’s cock was straining against his zipper, desperate to get inside her, but patience would be key tonight.
Sofia’s mind was racing as her body burned with need. Roman’s mouth on her, combined with the pain of the riding crop, was otherworldly. She and Ozzie had experimented with impact play many times and the crop was always her favorite. As she watched him from her place in the bed, she knew by the look on her face he had specifically requested that be Roman’s toy of choice. She closed her eyes as Roman’s crop hit the outsides of both her breasts with the same sultry reward each time. She rubbed her legs together, desperate for friction, something to quench the need deep inside of her.
“You are such a good girl,” Roman praised as she moved her crop further down Sofia’s body, “Now open up and show your lover what belongs to him.”
Sofia bent both of her knees and opened herself to Ozzie. For only a second she thought about how Damon and Eli could see everything, but as soon as it entered her mind, the man she loved distracted her with the dominatrix he gifted her. She was so distracted by Ozzie’s beautiful tattoos as he unbuttoned his white dress shirt that she didn’t even see what was coming for her. Roman’s crop struck her right between her legs. She had them spread far for Ozzie, so far that the crop landed perfectly on her clit, causing a shock wave to run through her body as she hissed out a breath.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
“What was that?”
“Nothing, ma’am.”
“It didn’t sound like nothing.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, I was just taken by surprise.”
“I see,” Roman said as she pushed Sofia’s legs back in place and ran the leather top of her crop through her slick wet folds.
“Stay still, Sofia, or I will restrain your legs as well.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The crop came down again, then again. After three times, Sofia stopped counting, closed her eyes and let the sensations of pain and pleasure take over her body.
“She needs tending too,” Roman said gesturing for Ozzie.