Fixate on the frailty

I'll Put My Bite Marks on Your Neck

3rd person POV

As the people on the floor find a place to sit, people come out and set up. A curtain on the back wall opens and reveals a wooden X bolted into the wall with shackles on it and a bed. A girl comes out, long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and a black dress that has more straps then covering. She kneels next to the bed and a man comes out wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black pants, and a riding crop in one hand. Raven gasps and looks over to the others. Sophie nods and smiles as she catches on to what she's thinking.
William Control. Singer, songwriter, and king of the underground dungeons. Raven especially enjoyed his "Fuck Christian Grey" op-ed simply because she has issues with that book.
Raven watches the scene progress with interest. William is attractive and the way he handles the girl is both erotic and truly fascinating. Chris catches her watching and smirks at her, causing her to blush.
He places his hand on her thigh and leans in so he can whisper in her ear. "Enjoying the show, little girl?"
She shivers and his hand inches closer up her thigh, slowly and agonisingly, making her bite her lip and scowls a bit as she watches the scene unfold in front of her, trying to ignore Chris' teasing. William moves sensuously and his movements are fluid and precise. Every hit on her back with his whip provides both pleasure and pain, so intertwined within each other that you can't distinguish one from the other. He comes close to breaking skin, but she doesn't ever ask him to stop, just moans and begs him, begs him to continue, and he obliges, indulging her and letting her climb higher in a sense of euphoria.
Meanwhile, Chris has successfully managed to get Raven right where he wants her, slowly unravelling her with each soft touch of his thumb on her clitoris as he pushes her panties aside and runs a finger along her vagina, feeling how aroused she is, how much her senses are being driven into hyperactivity. Her face is composed to a stranger's eye, but Chris can see the differences, he can see how she bites the inside of her mouth, her hands clenching and releasing, the shaky breaths she tries to control.
No, Chris reminds her silently as he presses his thumb into her clit even more, no, I am in control, darling.
He digs into his pocket and pulls out the smooth, round device. Holding it in his hand for a moment, a devious smile makes his way across his face as he switches it to his other hand before glancing at Raven before slowly pushing it inside of her.
Raven notices immediately and looks at Chris with a sense of panic on her face. Chris smiles and raises a drawn-on eyebrow in almost an innocent gesture. "Chris," She says lowly, "What are you doing?"
"You have to earn the right to come, darling. You didn't think I wouldn't make you work for it, did you? I'm in control, Raven, prove to me you can earn that right."
"How?" She asks him, panic creeping into her voice as she glances to their table-mates who are too absorbed in their own world to notice her plight.
Chris grins broadly and leans forward even more to whisper in her ear, "You'll see."
With that he turns back to the performance and Raven knows that this conversation is over.
William slowly unties the girl, rubbing her wrists with his thumbs to get the blood flowing in them and to relieve some soreness she must be feeling. He places her gently on the bed and looks her over.
"Are you okay?" He asks her.
"Yes, sir," she answers.
"Good," he replies before turning to his audience, "Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present my very good friend, Chris Motionless, from Motionless In White and his submissive, Raven."
Everybody starts clapping and Raven turns to Chris with a look of alarm on her face. What did Will mean and why didn't Chris tell her?