Kathy continued her narrative speaking to Robert; "Redhead slave didn't seem scornful or surprised. She just grinned, lightly kissing my cheek. We'll see how well you do, Mistress. To my pleasure she already called me by title, which was acknowledgement of my command. Her lips lingered, and I shivered at her intimate touch. I was torn between desire to flog this prostrate Prophet before me and curiosity to discover this redhead slave's mystery, I made a quick decision. Redhead would stay. So I turned to face Prophet, while stroking and examining my beautiful braided natural leather whip. Searching my mind, I told Prophet to just listen, Prophet you are kneeling, with your wrists, pinned to chair arms. I am going to cane you. I'm particularly experienced and talented in this field. You will be holding chair for support. There is one stipulation your chair must never move from this present position, not a fraction of an inch. Walking around him I circled him like a hungry shark. He looked down, refusing to meet my eyes. I told him I was anticipating that his chair will move, which would greatly annoy me. If it moves I will set it straight and then be obliged to punish further for negligence."
"Prophet nodded, a visible shudder ran through that body. He started groaning. I raised a foot and kicked him lightly in the ass. `Have a little self-control,' I chided and continued my explanation. `I am great with whips,' I admitted. `I don't know much about controlling intensity of whips. But I DO know that I handle my whip only one way hard. If that chair moves I will personally see to it that you get a tapestry of red slash marks across that bronzed skin, I said to myself silently. This thought pleased me infinitely. Prophet understood. He gave me a look that was enough."
"So I walked up behind him and kneeled to caress him, pressing my breasts behind his back, lightly nudging his ass with my pelvis. I nibbled on his ear, and then bit his shoulder softly all over. He loved every bit of it. Prophet loved it even more when I reached around and stroked his cock into hardness, his desire was still there."
"Prophet's cock was a throbbing shaft of heat. With my fingernails, I dragged them lightly under his cock shaft, feeling his large vein. He tightened his hold on chair arms and biting his lip. I saw he was restraining himself from shivering, crying out, and losing control. I saw that he was about to give way to our mutual desire. So I stopped, and pulled myself away."
"Prophet jerked suddenly, betraying his surprise at my unexpected movement. His chair skipped up a fraction of an inch. He was horrified with himself when he discovered what he did. He took this oncoming punishment well. I picked up my whip from the floor, holding its handle, testing its weight in my hands. Walking backwards, I measured out an acceptable distance between us. He didn't know but I'd swear his ass was quivering. Previous couple had moved aside to watch. Our audience was silent as I took a deep breath, and raised the leather, waiting for it to crack against bare flesh."
Kathy suddenly stopped her narrative breathless. Kathy was distracted by Robert, playing with her. He was enjoying every bit of her story while causally poked her soft, smooth buttocks with head of his hard cock. Kathy instinctively clamped shut and tensed.
Robert whispered in Kathy's ear; "I have a hotel room upstairs."
Robert never knew I would or could change his power balance. I dug my fingers into his inner thigh, arousing him further.
Robert said; "let us to go up to my room take our time with each other, so you can do whatever I wish."
Kathy responded; "I cannot resist your offer."
Robert responded whispered in my ear softly; "well said,"
I felt delightful arousing shock waves reverberating through my body at his words and touch. He paid the bill, leaving a hefty tip. He led me out of the seaport restaurant with his hand. The quaint period (1890s) Hotel was adjacent to the restaurant but operated separately. Rooms had an ocean view. Seagulls swooped overhead making their ever present hungry sounds for food. Fishermen coming in to the pier would throw fish to them which always brought a throng of gulls.
Our walk from restaurant to hotel lobby and elevator was excruciating for me. Our elevator rose up to the fourth floor. We walked down the beautifully restored corridor as floors beneath our feet creaked beneath us. Standing before our room number 404, my knees went weak. He almost had to carry me up to his large, empty room. Once our hotel room door was closed, he flung me into a large, four-poster bed.
Robert liked my raven dark hair wild, framing my face. My eyes were glinting with challenge. My lips were swollen with passion. Robert tried to sound flippant while he shrugged off his coat.
Robert said; "Kathy I hope you are going to like my recapitulation."
Rising up and sitting on our large soft bed, I told him; "Promises, promises."
I pulled up my knee so he had a glimpse of what lay beneath my dress as he removed his clothes. Robert bit his lip twitching his face while looking at me as he swiftly made short work of his zipped pants.
Robert came over to me, removed my dress, lifting it high above my shoulders. My dress rustled as he placed my silk dress carefully on a bedside chair. I savagely tore off his shirt. He easily caught both my wrists in one hand forcing them behind me. His other hand cupped my defiant chin.
