Anyone for some Warren/Andrew kink?

Jan 10, 2005 19:29

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Warren addicted_andrew January 11 2005, 00:30:30 UTC
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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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