Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
At her touch, sparks dance across my palm and down my fingers. Dios, I can hardly wait to get my hands on this woman. To get inside her. To make her come apart for me.
For now, I lead her across the room, to a dark pair of padded armchairs. I gesture for Shanna to sit in one. I settle into the other beside her. She thinks we're trying the room out, looking for vantage points. I have other ideas…
“In this corner, the light is too dim for anyone in the audience to discern more than a shadow. Players cannot see back in this corner. So, it’s a good place for Del to hide, if you want him nearby.”
“It is dark,” she concedes. “But I still didn’t agree.”
She will.
A click and a whoosh later, the players’ stage door opens. I glance at my watch. Noon. Right on time.
Excellent.
In walks a big barrel of a man dressed in leather pants, a half mask—and nothing else. Tattoos form a colorful sleeve down his beefy arm. In his hand, he clutches a petite redhead’s fingers and guides her to the bed. She wears a flowing, floral skirt that ends at mid-thigh, a button-down blouse in a soft ivory, and a pair of pink high-heeled sandals. She looks as if she’s come from one of the office buildings down the street for her lunch hour.
“Are you wearing a bra, slut?” the man with her asks.
“No, Master.”
“Show me.”
Without pause, she unbuttons her blouse to reveal a flat stomach, fair skin, and pink nipples that stand straight out and beg for attention.
Shanna gasps. “Should we be watching their private…interaction?”
“They come here knowing that being watched is not only possible, but probable. It turns them on,” I whisper. “Shh. We can’t disrupt a scene once it’s begun unless it’s for safety reasons.”
“Good,” the Master in leather praises, petting one of her breasts in reward. “Are you wearing panties?”
“No, Master.”
“Show me.”
The small woman lifts her skirt to reveal slender thighs and a bare pussy. Beside me, Shanna’s breathing shallows. Even in shadow, it’s impossible to miss her flushed cheeks.
This is turning her on. I repress the urge to celebrate. I’m beginning to think this woman is made for me, and her reactions are just proving me right.
“Excellent.” The Master cups the woman's mound and fondles her unapologetically. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, Master.”
“Who decides what’s right for your body?”
“You, Master.”
“Always. Take off your skirt, lie back, and spread your legs.”
The woman complies without hesitation. Even at this distance, there's no missing a little silver bar passing through the hood of her clit between her spread legs.
“She’s pierced…there?” Shanna sounds shocked.
“He marked her, yes. Shh.”
“Pretty,” says the man in leather as he stares. “Has your piercing healed?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Does it arouse you when you walk?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you rub yourself and make yourself come?”
“No, Master. You didn’t give me permission.”
“That’s right. I didn’t.” He sounds satisfied by both his power and her obedience. “You’re wet, slut.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do you need to be fucked?”
“Yes, Master. Please,” the redhead pleads.
The large man says nothing, merely walks around the big bed, pausing at each of the four corners to restrain his submissive with the built-in cuffs.
“As a reward for your obedience, you will be well fucked.” The Master snaps his fingers.
In walks another man. He’s younger, blond, almost scrawny, but since he’s completely naked, it’s obvious he’s very well hung.
“This is Micah. He will fuck you now. If you please him and obey me, you may suck my cock as a reward. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Her smile is full of delight, as if she were a child on her way to Disneyland.
Shanna grips the arms of her chair and stares at the trio with wide eyes. “She’s going to let a complete stranger have sex with her because her Master said to?”
“Of course. He wants to watch her be fucked, and she has given him domain over her body. That is the relationship they negotiated. Shh.”
The blond man dons a condom over his thick cock and eases onto the bed.
“Micah,” the man barks. “Test my slave’s piercing first. With your tongue.”
The younger man flashes a wolfish smile. “With pleasure.”
“Do not come without my permission, slut.”
“Yes, Master,” the redhead pants as Micah fits his mouth over her pussy and takes his first swipe across her clit with a groan.
The woman bucks, thrusting her cunt up at the guy. He takes advantage of her arousal and fits his arms under her thighs. Then he grips her tight, forcing her wet folds against his hungry mouth as he lashes his tongue unmercifully against the little bar piercing the hood of her clit.
Satisfaction spreading across his face, the Master begins stroking his own pierced cock with the matching silver bar.
Beside me, Shanna nearly stops breathing. Her eyes flare wide. A discreet glance down proves her nipples are hard.