Anyone for some Warren/Andrew kink?
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Any Warren/Andrew shippers out there?Great, I'm glad I have your attention now ( Read more... )
"Good, baby."
I breathed in a sigh of relief, arching into Warren's touch. I always loved the feel of his hand on the back of my neck like that. It let me know he was in control and all I had to do was follow him and I would be alright. And that was exactly what I needed now more than anything - to follow him and know that I would be alright.
"He's precious. If you ever do want to offer him up on the market, let me know. I'll give you anyone or any amount of money you want for him. I'd kill to break that little beauty in."
I couldn't help myself. I shied away from the woman, even though she wasn't even close to me, moving instead closer to Warren with a little whimper.
"Not happening, Diane. Andrew here is mine. Aren't you, kitten?"
I nodded quickly.
"I-I'm Warren's."
"I love what you've got him in, Warren. I'd like to see him in something gold, though. Or white. Talk to my designer, her name is Shayla and she's wonderful. She designs all of my pet's outfits."
That man wasn't so bad. He wasn't all big and intimidating like the guy in the turtleneck and he wasn't scary like the pretty lady Warren called Diane. And he liked my outfit, which was always nice. I smiled shyly, though I didn't look at him.
"Would you like to get down now, Andrew? In a little bit, the dancing is going to start. The servant are going to come in and clearing out the chairs and stands so we can set this place on fire. Do you still want to stay?"
I opened my mouth to answer, but the pretty scary lady cut in, speaking to me this time. All the other times she just talked like I wasn't there, so it was weird hearing her talk to me. My head almost snapped up to look at her, but I quickly reminded myself that I wasn't supposed to do that and returned my gaze to my feet.
"Oh honey, you're a lucky one. You have a master that's good to you and asks you what you want to do. Warren's always been something of a softie with his pets."
I nodded quickly, smiling again. I knew I was lucky, but it wasn't because Warren was a "softie". In fact, I'd never really considered him a softie at all. I'd hurt for him before, but not too bad of course, but still, it wasn't like he was all snuggles all the time. He went easier on me than most people, of course. But either way, I was lucky because he was Warren, and most of the time I felt like I didn't deserve someone like him.
"Pray to whatever god you believe in that he never hands you over to me."
Ok, smile gone. Scary lady saying scary things. My eyes got big as I couldn't help but stare at her for a minute before scooting closer to Warren, standing slightly behind him so that his shoulder was between me and her.
"W-we can stay if you'd like, Warren."
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"W-we can stay if you'd like, Warren."
This time I do chuckle, noticing Andrew's apparent fear of Diane. She was a rather intimidating woman, I had to admit. Or at least she was intimidating for anyone who wasn't a 'pet owner', as we liked to call them so laughingly here at The Club.
Tall and rather regal, she sat in her chair with the ease of a woman who knew she was completely and utterly in charge. Her pet was obviously well-trained, as he hadn't moved a muscle or made a sound since I'd come in with Andrew. He was one of the ones kept completely naked, his skin oiled down and flawless, save for a few fresh whip-marks across his slender legs.
"It's all right honey, I know you're a little nervous up here. Let's go sit down and relax for a bit while we wait for the music to start, all right?"
I took his hand in mine and lead him down from the square, walking us over to my designated red velvet chair and settling into it with an ease that can only be attained by someone who comes here often. I'm not worried about Andrew's knees as he kneels on the floor, because the black shag carpet is so thick and soft it feels almost better than the chairs. But I didn't want to scare Andrew, so I pulled him into my lap instead, cuddling him against my chest.
"What do you think so far?" I whispered into his ear, stroking his hair and cradling him in my arms. "Do you like it? Because if you don't, say the word and we're out of here. I'll take you to the movies instead."
Normally, I wouldn't give any pet of mine the choice, but Andrew is more than that. He's my Andrew, my sweet little kitten, my love. Outside of pain he'd enjoy, I wouldn't hurt this one for the world.
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"It's all right honey, I know you're a little nervous up here. Let's go sit down and relax for a bit while we wait for the music to start, all right?"
I nodded eagerly, clinging to his hand like a safety line as he lead me over to a big velvet chair that looked really comfy. I paused, looking at the floor and then at all the other... uh, was slaves the right name for them? Pets? Submissives? Every one of those words just made my cheeks flush an even brighter shade of red. Was I supposed to kneel on the floor like they did?
I didn't get a chance to ask before I was pulled onto Warren's lap and cradled against him. Again I sighed in relief, nuzzling my head against the crook of his neck as one hand grasped at his shirt gently. From this position, my eyes once again had a chance to wander and I looked around the room to sate my curiosity. Everything was so... classy. And the way all of the... the, uh, non-slaves were talking, you'd think this was just a dinner party or something. I noticed that some of the others... the ones like me... were wearing leashes. I idly began to wonder what it would be like to have one of those; what it would feel like if Warren was to tug sharply on it to call me closer to him.
"What do you think so far?"
I jumped a bit at the sound of Warren's voice by my ear, having been lost in my own thoughts. My blush extended now to my ears as if somehow Warren had known what I was thinking and I'd been found out. After a moment of his fingers running through my hair, however, I managed to calm down again.
"Do you like it? Because if you don't, say the word and we're out of here. I'll take you to the movies instead."
My first response to this was to kiss his neck gently several times, nuzzling my nose against his skin afterwards. He was worried about me, even now. I wasn't being forced into this, I could leave at any time. And... and he loves me. I could do anything for Warren, because he loves me.
"Th-the movies? You think after this we could just... just go to the movies? I-I don't think there's a movie out there that could compare to this."
Again I kissed his neck, letting my index finger on the hand holding the fabric of his shirt extend, gently stroking at the material.
"I want to stay... I want you to show me all of it... please."
Even if it was a scary place, it was a good kind of scary. Like a rollercoaster. You know it's going to be scary and the moment you're at the top of the first hill you'll look down and think that maybe you don't want to do it after all, and that somewhere along the line you will be screaming, but in the end you'll love it and you'll want to go again so you can feel that thrill one more time.
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Andrew purred and snuggled as close to me as he could get, nuzzling my ear in the very manner that had inspired me to give him the nickname of 'kitten' so many years ago. I felt something warm happening inside my chest, but didn't mention it. We were already the coziest-looking couple here, I didn't need my reputation as a gentle master to be taken any further. I was already the youngest Dom here as it was.
"Th-the movies? You think after this we could just... just go to the movies? I-I don't think there's a movie out there that could compare to this."
I chuckled, tilting my head to the side so that he could kiss my neck more freely. My neck is quite possibly the single most sensitive area on my body, and Andrew is quite aware of this. It's all I can do not to moan.
"I don't know, perhaps if we went to one of those seedy movie theaters on the edge of town where they turn the lights down very, very low during the movie." I winked at him, letting him know I was just teasing him. To be honest, I was glad he was enjoying The Club. I intended to take him here often.
"I want to stay... I want you to show me all of it... please."
I made a sound of approval in the back of my throat, pleased that he'd asked so politely.
"Listen to you. You're a natural sub, my pretty little kitten." I toyed idly with his earlobe as Jack approached us, leading his pet on a lovely leather leash. It was a very young boy, built soft and a little round, with round cheeks and a childish face and wide, dark eyes. He was wearing a white turtleneck, which looked lovely against his dark olive skin, and a pair of black cotton trousers. It looked like Jack hadn't felt much like dressing him up tonight. His hair was soft and shaggy and dark brown, and he looked a little frightened. He also looked as if he barely met The Club's age requirements.
"I thought that your Andrew might like to meet my pet. His name is Paris. He's been here before, but only twice. He's still going through that nervous stage, aren't you?"
Jack gave the boy's hair a sharp yank, and he obviously struggled to contain his whimper.
"But he's a good boy. I know we don't usually let the subs talk to each other, but I thought they could help calm each other down. Might make them feel better to have a little friend around here. Paris, say hello to Andrew."
Paris looked up at Andrew for a quick second, and then lowered his pretty eyes again.
"Hello, Andrew." His voice was very soft, and sounded almost musical with a pretty English accent.
"Andrew, say hello to Paris. Maybe if you two see each other around here, we'll let you get to know each other a little better."
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"Listen to you. You're a natural sub, my pretty little kitten."
I smiled a little, my lips moving from where they rested against the base of his neck. I was making him proud! My heart leapt and I pressed myself closer to Warren, clinging to him more eagerly now. I'd have liked to get closer to him, but I knew that would be overstepping my bounds. I'm sure that most of the people here would consider kissing his neck without his permission to be too bold, but I knew that Warren liked it, so I continued that at least.
But quickly stopped a moment later as I saw the man in the turtleneck approaching us with a young boy by his side. I stared perhaps a moment too long before turning my head away, closing my eyes as I rested against Warren's shoulder.
"I thought that your Andrew might like to meet my pet. His name is Paris. He's been here before, but only twice. He's still going through that nervous stage, aren't you?"
Cracking open one eye, I watched as this man pulled on Paris' hair. He didn't do it like Warren did. When Warren pulled my hair, he would snake his fingers along my scalp and latch on to a good number of strands, so the force was diffused across my scalp rather than one harsh yank in a single area. Warren's didn't really hurt, but it looked like what this man did to Paris had hurt, as the boy seemed to fight not to cry out.
"But he's a good boy. I know we don't usually let the subs talk to each other, but I thought they could help calm each other down. Might make them feel better to have a little friend around here. Paris, say hello to Andrew."
I sat up a bit, smiling as congenially as possible to Paris, acting as if I wasn't shirtless in impossibly tight pants while sitting in another man's lap. That's something that takes some acting skills.
"Hello, Andrew."
I nodded, unsure whether or not I was allowed to speak in return to him.
"Andrew, say hello to Paris. Maybe if you two see each other around here, we'll let you get to know each other a little better."
"H-hello, Paris."
I waved shyly at him, hoping to see some reaction on his face. Of course, it was about then that the other meaning to what had been said hit me, and my face took on the now all-too-familiar expression of shock I seemed to be prone to having in this place. I turned my head to look at Warren with big eyes, silently questioning if the "getting to know each other a little better" thing meant what I thought it might have meant. Because as nice as Paris seemed, I couldn't imagine doing... doing anything with anyone but Warren.
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I loved it when Andrew rested his head on my shoulder the way he did. It was so sweet, and it made me feel a powerful urge to wrap my arms around him and protect him, which I usually did. He always had this happy, sleepy look when he did it, as if he'd either just woken up or had just been thoroughly fucked. It was all I could do to not outright snuggle with him right there.
But when he turned to me, looking a little scared at my suggestion that he and Paris get to know each other a little better, I reached up the gently stroke his cheek.
"Baby, I promised you. No one but me will ever touch you." I said quietly.
Then I glanced up at Jack. "No offense Jack, but this one belongs to me. Besides, he gets skittish whenever someone else touches him."
Paris was back to staring at the ground, his eyelashes lowered demurely. He was pretty, but nothing compared to Andrew.
Jack smiled easily, leaning in to speak directly to Andrew. "I've heard of this kind of situation before. Word of advice, little boy...don't ever fall in love with your master. Only leads to trouble."
I gave him a sharp look. "Thank you Jack, for bringing your pet over to meet Andrew. I'm sure they'll be friends. Now if you don't mind, I think I'll take him to go get a drink."
I gently lifted Andrew off my lap as Jack and his bitch sauntered away, giving him a comforting kiss on the lips. "Don't listen to him, baby. Jack can be a little cold at times, but he's a nice guy in general. Come on, let's get you one of those pineapple drinks you like."
As I led him to the wet bar, I noted a lot of other people getting up as well. It seemed the evening entertainment was about to begin. The chairs and tables were cleared away by servants in red leather outfits, the lights were suddenly cut through by a dazzling array of white strobe lights. A DJ booth was revealed by sweeping back a black curtain that had previously been covering a corner of the high far left wall. A moment later, a heavy, pounding, instrumental song began to play. Not too loudly, but not softly like the music from before either. I turned to smile warmly at Andrew.
"Care to dance, lover?"
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"Baby, I promised you. No one but me will ever touch you."
I smiled and sighed again, nuzzling my cheek against his hand. I know I shouldn't have been worried; I trust Warren, after all, but I couldn't help but be nervous about that sort of thing when everyone else seemed to take all of this very casually. Formal-casual, yeah, but they talked about trading slaves like they were trading magic cards.
"No offense Jack, but this one belongs to me. Besides, he gets skittish whenever someone else touches him."
I had to hide my head against Warren to mask my gloating smirk that had now spread across my face. Warren could get really protective of me and all assertive that I was his, but when I got jealous it was more along the lines of 'Warren being the only one to touch me so there' sort. I guess Warren could spend time with someone else, even though I'd kinda be hurt by that, so long as only Warren touched me.
I didn't look at Jack when he spoke again, half because I was still smirking and half because he was kind of scary too.
"I've heard of this kind of situation before. Word of advice, little boy...don't ever fall in love with your master. Only leads to trouble."
I wanted to turn to him and say something like "hah! Too late!" but I knew that wouldn't lead anywhere good anytime soon, so I just tried to ignore him and continue nuzzling my head to Warren's neck.
"Thank you Jack, for bringing your pet over to meet Andrew. I'm sure they'll be friends. Now if you don't mind, I think I'll take him to go get a drink."
Warren helped me off my lap and I didn't turn to watch as Jack and Paris left, instead looking down at the thick black carpet for a long moment. As I lifted my head again, I was met with Warren's lips against my own, pressing firmly in a brief kiss.
"Don't listen to him, baby. Jack can be a little cold at times, but he's a nice guy in general. Come on, let's get you one of those pineapple drinks you like."
I nodded and trotted after him like an eager puppy, happy in the knowledge that I had to be the luckiest... er, slave in the whole place. So none of them loved their "masters"? That just seemed odd to me. I'd loved Warren since before we'd ever been together, and while I wasn't the sort to run down the street shouting it to everyone (unless Warren wanted me to, I guess) I didn't see any reason to be ashamed of it. Warren was... well, Warren. He was smart and good looking and cool and confident and everything that I wasn't. I wasn't just some little toy for him, like some of the girls I knew he used to date were. We'd been friends before all this, and that made what we had even deeper... at least, that's the way I saw it. I'd never really asked Warren about it, so it was kind of an unspoken thing, but it was there. I knew it.
When the music started up, Warren turned to me and asked me to dance. A lump rose to my throat as I'd never really done much dancing, but I nodded mutely at him. I'd always been a good follower, after all. There wasn't any reason why I couldn't just continue to follow his lead. I'd catch on quick enough.
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The music was starting to pound with the rhythm of the bodies gyrating on the dance-floor, the DJ starting to synchronize his playlist with the throb of the crowd. It was a beautiful thing really. All those sweaty, feverish bodies, pressing greedily against each other, thrusting and panting...I noticed more than one master pause in the middle of his or her dancing to grab the hair of their slave and literally drag them off the dance floor and into the infamous 'back rooms'.
So I took Andrew's soft little hand into my own much larger one, roughened by years of engineering, and led him to the square. There wasn't much room, but I tried to make sure we maneuvered ourselves into a spot where there would be as little physical contact with Andrew from anyone else as possible. I'd promised him no one would touch him but me, after all.
It was getting hot in here, and so as we'd left the bar I'd tossed my black suit blazer to one of the servants. Underneath, I wore a slightly off-white silk shirt with pearl buttons, and a pair of black slacks with the obligatory shiny black loafers.
As the dancing continued, a few of the slaves were guided over to The Wall, and I turned Andrew's head by placing my index finger under his chin.
"Look over there, baby. Just watch."
One by one, the three slaves-two girls and Paris, the boy from earlier-were lifted up by their masters, who hoisted them up by their waists. Then the servants appeared with stepladders, and left as quickly. The 'pet owners' climbed the ladders and eased their slave's wrists and ankles into three sets of shackles attached to the far right wall of the main room. All three had been stripped completely naked somewhere between the display period and now. They were so pretty, flushed and sweaty and writhing. The thought of Andrew up there with them was making my mouth water.
But then Jack, who'd been attending to Paris, pulled something long and thick out from behind him. It was a whip, and no pussywhip either. It was almost longer than me, thick and corded with some kind of strong-looking braided leather. And it was dripping wet with what looked like icy water.
At least, I knew enough to know what it was wet with.
Paris hung there silently, not making a sound, his head bowed and his eyes lowered. When the first resounding crack of the whip lashed across his exposed lower stomach and made itself heard over the music, I noted a few more people starting to gyrate more furiously against each other on the dance floor. I myself was holding Andrew around the waist, pressing my hips to his and moving in slow circles as we watched the spectacle. I could feel the raging arousal that I'd been struggling to supress all night start to overcome me, pressing slightly into Andrew's thigh.
Paris hung there silently for twenty more lashes of Jack's whip against his chest and stomach, and by the time he was done the poor boy's torso was literally covered in thick, glowing red welts, some of which were starting to ooze bright blood. He was crying silently, the prettiest tears sliding down his cheeks and landing at Jack's feet. He was also obviously painfully aroused, his raging erection making itself quite known.
"Too much, baby?" I asked, having to shout into Andrew's ear over the music and cheering. "Do you still want to stay?"
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The music was... was throbbing in the room, and each wave of the beat felt like a signal for me to move. Warren had me pressed against him, and all I had to do was move with the rhythm of the music, following his lead while staring straight at his face. I found that my breathing had fallen into synch with the music as well, or perhaps it was just regulating itself to each thrust and grind I felt from Warren, not that it mattered as both had become nearly the same to me. It was getting warmer in the room, or perhaps it was just me, but either way I was glad that Warren had shed his jacket, leaving him in just that soft shirt of his. I was contemplating taking the risk of playing with some of the buttons with my fingers, you know, in hopes that I might "accidentally" unbutton some of them, when Warren pointed over towards one of the walls.
"Look over there, baby. Just watch."
And I did watch. I watched as three people, one I recognized as Paris, were hauled up onto the wall and shackled them all into place. I'm sure my eyes went wide at this, staring at the three and wondering just how humiliating it must feel to be spread naked like that on a wall in a room full of people. I think I'd die if that happened to me. They'd put me up there, lock me in, and poof! I'd die. Just like that. Dead.
And then, as if just being so exposed wasn't enough, Jack pulled out this long, scary-looking whip. At first I almost thought he was holding some kind of giant black snake from the way the cord moved, all thick and stiff and moving like it had a mind of its own. But then his arm pulled back and the end of the whip whistled through the air, ending with a crack as it reached its full length, licking across Paris' chest before darting backwards again, leaving behind a long red line that I could see even from where I was standing with Warren. The sound was so loud that it rang out above the music, and I jumped a bit, pressing closer to Warren.
Still, I couldn't tear my eyes away from what I was seeing. I followed the path of the whip each time, watching as it tore another burning line across Paris' exposed chest. I could tell Paris was crying, from the way he would tremble and the slight glint of light off of the tears at his eyes. Still, I noticed in an almost detached sense of fascination, he didn't struggle. He didn't scream or twist his wrists in hope of pulling himself free, he just remained there on the wall, awaiting each lash, his body cringing with each stripe of pain. He was willing to take all that pain to make Jack happy. That was something I understood, and suddenly the whole spectacle by the wall didn't seem so impossible.
That was when I felt just how aroused by all this Warren was. That was when I noticed how aroused I was.
"Too much, baby? Do you still want to stay?"
Tearing my eyes away from Paris, I turned my head back to stare at Warren again, my mouth slightly agape from it all but my body the most telling. I shook my head no quickly, pressing against him even harder than before as we danced. As I moved my hands to press them flat against Warren's chest, I noticed my hands were shaking. It wasn't so much because I was scared, but more because all the muscles in my body were just so tense right now. It almost hurt. The only vocal response I managed for Warren was to lean forward enough to whimper beside his ear. I don't even know if he heard me or not, but it was the best I could do at the moment.
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Andrew's entire body had tightened up, and he was pressing against me with a kind of eagerness now. Before, it had been all about his shy nervousness, his hiding against my shoulder. But now, his hands were flat against my shirt, and he was whimpering steadily into my ear as we moved against each other. It seemed my kitten had as much as kinky side to him as I did. This pleased me, and I took a loving nip to his earlobe with my teeth when he leaned in towards me again.
The music was washing over us, the kind of music that sweeps you up into it. Bodies everywhere, Jack untying Paris to let him crumple into a loose-limbed heap onto the floor like a broken moth. I watched as Jack lifted this young boy into his arms, cradling him against his broad, muscular chest with a tenderness that surprised me, and carried him off fireman's style into one of the back rooms.
It was then that I noticed the slight pressure against my hip, the way Andrew was pressing against my thigh and whimpering with what now seemed to be frustration.
I smiled indulgently down at him, one arm wrapped loosely around his waist as we danced.
"Want to get out of here, kitten? I still haven't shown you the back rooms." I said over the din of the music, slowing down in my grinding against him. His skin was so flushed and hot, with the finest sheen of sweat over it, his eyes wide and his pupils dilated...I wanted so very badly to fuck this sweet little kitten of mine.
And so without another word, I grabbed his wrist a bit tighter than I probably should have, pulling him off the dance floor and towards the solid black door at the back of The Club. Before I pushed it open however, I turned to face Andrew once more.
"Baby, there are going to be some things you'll see back here that aren't exactly G-rated, if you get what I'm saying. There are people having sex back there. A lot of sex. A lot of really, really kinky sex. If you would rather just turn around and leave right now, say the word. I promise I won't be upset at all. I want to make you happy."
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"Baby, there are going to be some things you'll see back here that aren't exactly G-rated, if you get what I'm saying. There are people having sex back there. A lot of sex. A lot of really, really kinky sex. If you would rather just turn around and leave right now, say the word. I promise I won't be upset at all. I want to make you happy."
I hesitated. He was warning me now? After so casually directing my attention to the walls in the main room before? Whatever was back there had to be something... well, I wasn't even sure what it would be, but it was obviously worse than anything I'd seen up to this point. Just the thought made it hard for me to swallow, and I found myself gulping nervously. I was scared.
But then again, I'd been varying degrees of scared the entire night. That was part of the thrill, I guess. It added that extra little kick to everything. And I did trust Warren. With everything. With my life. If he wanted this and if he thought I could do it, well then... I could. It was that simple.
And, uh, besides... the idea of sex, especially even really, really kinky sex, was nice. Really, really nice. It made my cheeks flush hot and the short, soft hairs at the base of my neck stand on end. Not to mention that my curiosity would kill me if I didn't find out what was in the back room. Kill me like Anthony Perkins with Janet Leigh in the shower scene in Psycho. Complete with the creepy violin score in the background.
I nodded my head quickly several times, pressing closer to Warren's side and placing a kiss along the line of his collar bone.
"I-I think I'd end up plenty happy if I went back there with you... happy and sore, maybe, but happy."
I bit my lower lip, surprised at my own boldness (or at least what passed as being bold for me) while staring down at my feet for a long moment before managing the strength to look back up at Warren's face. I smiled, my free hand stroking one of Warren's fingers that were currently wrapped around my wrist.
"Let's go."
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"I-I think I'd end up plenty happy if I went back there with you... happy and sore, maybe, but happy."
I smirked faintly, one hand absently stroking Andrew's hair. It was nice to know that he understood things.
"No doubt, kitten."
"Let's go."
I nodded without another word, taking his hand into mine and leading him through the arched doorway that led to the back rooms.
As soon as the door closed behind us, we were assaulted with a symphony of moans and the sounds of flesh coming together in a frenzied, swirling display of eroticism and frantic movement. Heads were thrown back, high-pitched cries pierced the hot, damp and heavy air. The scents of sweat and warm leather and expensive cologne were almost oppressive, and I took a deep breath through my nose as I looked around. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting.
It was as always in here. There were beautiful boys and girls chained to the walls, tied to posts, writhing and begging in soft, kittenish voices. Every now and then, the sound of a paddle cracking against sex-fevered skin could be heard, as clear in the heavy-hot of the room as an ice cube slipping down the back of your neck.
One girl in particular caught my eye, her master had her strapped down to a long, polished oak board that was raised off the floor on waist-high legs. Her wrists and ankles were bound to all corners, and she was completely nude. She was one of those classic American beauties, peaches-and-cream skin covered with long, deep razorblade cuts, each of them sending a thin trickle of bright blood down her body as her master knelt between her spread legs.
When he slammed into her, she screamed, and I couldn't take my eyes away. He was still holding the ornamental knife he'd used to cut her in one hand, and as he thrust into her he dragged it down the middle of her chest with a groan, opening a fine, deep slash there between her small breasts.
"It gets even better than that, kitten, if you've got the heart for it. But don't worry."
I reached up to gently unbutton the button on his pants, slipping two teasing fingers between the fabric to torment him while I spoke.
"I'd never hurt you like that. Unless I felt like it."
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