Overworked

by Dark Angel

  “In our room or in the club?” I ask.

  “Here. Right now,” Killian commands. “Strip down to just those panties and put your hands against that window.”

  He gestures to a full-length window where a tan woman with long black hair models the same panties I am currently soaking with a leather corset to match.

  I look at Killian with wide eyes. He raises an eyebrow at me.

  “Will you obey?” His voice is dark as wine.

  Before I even realize it, my hands are untying my dress. I slide the dark red fabric from my shoulders, biting my lip as I hold eye contact with him to steady my nerves.

  The neon lights play on my skin the same way they play on the canal. I see Killian swallow as he looks me up and down in this unique light.

  I turn around and put my hands against the cool glass. The girl in the window puts her hands on the other side of the glass, watching me with a smile.

  “How many, Spencer?”

  “Three, dude,” he answers.

  “Three each, then. You go first,” Killian says.

  I feel exposed. Standing here, bent over naked in the street while they casually discuss how many times to spank me, it’s hard not to. The girl in the window licks her lips, watching the scene before her intently.

  Smack! Smack! Smack!

  Spencer’s hand strikes my bare ass three times in quick succession. When he’s done, he leans over me.

  “I knew you would look awesome in just that thong, Sweets.” He kisses my cheek and tweaks my nipple.

  “My turn,” Killian purrs. He places a hand firmly on my ass. His fingers trail along the string of pearls, and he puts his other hand on the back of my neck.

  Smack!

  “Count for me,” Killian commands.

  “One,” I gasp.

  Smack!

  “Two,” I yelp with a shudder.

  Stinging sensations take over my body. The string of pearls rubs against my clit harshly with each swat.

  I feel the edge of an orgasm closing in on me. Between the walking, being stripped down in public, and now the sharp twinges of pain and pleasure, I am so fucking turned on.

  The girl in the window drops to her knees, getting her face next to mine, watching my expressions intently.

  Smack!

  “THREE!” I cry out.

  I hardly even recognize my own voice. I sound raw and entirely uninhibited.

  “Good girl. You may stand back up,” Killian says softly.

  I straighten up. The girl in the window nods at me, looking impressed. She blows me a kiss then turns and continues her languid dance.

  Killian wraps his arms around me. “I’m impressed. I didn’t think you would get there yet. Let’s go. Spencer, grab the dress.”

  Wearing only a pearl thong and Killian’s arm draped over my shoulders to hide my breasts, we continue down the street to his club, which is thankfully just a block away.

  Still, it feels like the longest block I’ve ever walked.

  Chapter 24

  Killian

  Fuck. That was hot.

  Julia’s sexy ass displayed for the whole street to see.

  Not that this block is that busy at two a.m., but still…watching Spencer smack that glorious ass, with Julia bent over, pressed against the glass, the girl on the other side wearing the same fucking thong, almost like some alternate universe mirror…

  Damn.

  My cock is pressing tight against my jeans. I didn’t spank her nearly as hard as I wanted to, but I still enjoyed watching her squirm naked in public for the first time. Not the last time, though, if I have my way.

  Fuck.

  I wrap her in my arms and tell her how impressed I am with her. We start the walk to the main building of my resort. I picked this spot on purpose.

  I knew she would disobey if I gave her the opportunity. And I’m glad she did. I want to push her boundaries, and I know that once she gives in, she’ll finally be able to relax.

  The three of us rock up to the front door of Golden Cuffs, the club portion of Hedonism, my resort. Soft golden light pours out the double doors when the bouncer opens them for us.

  “Not what I would expect in the Red Light district,” Julia says softly.

  We enter the front lobby. The soft light continues, the room full of cream and gold.

  A tall young man in a cream suit stands behind the light wooden desk. He smiles at Julia’s naked form and reaches behind him for a black silk robe. He steps around the desk and holds the robe open for my little flower.

  “It’s good to have a transition place. Somewhere you can step outside from your day to day life and become who you want to be,” I explain. “Are you ready?”

  She nods her head. I don’t think she’s really prepared for what’s to come, but I’ll bring her there.

  As I ordered, our attendant is wearing a belled clit clamp under her thin skirt. The lithe girl wearing a gold mini skirt and nipple clamps comes out from one of the side rooms. There’s a tinkling bell sound that echoes lightly around her with every step she takes.

  She’s carrying a flat gold box. Julia’s eyes widen when she notices the girl, and she tilts her head in confusion as she hears the tiny bell.

  “Ah, Julia, Mika is just here to bring your present and show us around the party. Nothing to worry about.”

  Julia pulls her robe closer across her heaving breasts. A flush creeps across her cheeks.

  I know seeing Mika’s obedience is stirring something in her. My cock twitches thinking about how wet her cunt must be. I lick my lips, aching to taste her.

  Patience. That is the virtue I need most right now.

  “Mika, show my guest into the salon,” I say with a sharp, commanding tone. I’m struggling to maintain control of myself as I watch Julia’s reaction to my little club.

  Mika shifts the box to one hand and reaches for a gold double door in the center of the back wall of the lobby. My crest of filigree cuffs linked over a coiled whip adorning the door splits in two as she opens the left side.

  The salon is dimly lit, and the colors fade to grey and black. Sheer gold curtains shade the figures writhing in pleasure, scattered on couches and cushions.

  I put a hand on Julia’s lower back and steer her deeper into the room, guiding her as she gapes at her overwhelming surroundings. Spencer takes her hand and kisses her fingertips.

  “Ready, Sweets?” he whispers.

  Julia takes a deep breath and nods.

  Mika leads us into the salon on a winding path, showing off the many patrons scattered around the room, each locked in their own scenes of pleasure and power. Julia’s eyes dart around the room in amazement. I watch with amusement as she struggles to take in all the naked bodies around us.

  To our left, two men wearing designer jeans and open neck shirts recline on lush grey velvet couches. A girl in gilded chainmail and a collar is doubled over near them, her leash in the hand of the taller guy as she gyrates over them. She sways to the thumping music as the flashing lights glint off the gold metal barely covering her full breasts.

  I turn Julia towards the scene, causing her breath to catch in her throat. I kiss her neck while holding her face towards the collared girl.

  “What do you think of the collar?” I whisper into her soft skin.

  “It’s…incredible,” she moans gently.

  I open the top of her robe. Spencer stands behind her and starts running his hands up her ass.

  I see a pair of redheads over her shoulder. Lengths of blue silk are tied around their small chests and curved hips, securing their hands behind their backs. Their rose-colored lips and tongues are lapping at a thick dark cock attached to a naked man strapped to a dark wooden table.

  At the head of the table is a dark-skinned woman draped in linen, her bare pussy over the man’s face, his tongue stretching hungrily toward her slick lips, just millimeters out of reach.

  I spin Julia around. Spencer grabs her waist and immediately buries his face
into her flushed, heaving breasts.

  “Watch them worship that cock. Makes your mouth water doesn’t it?” I whisper in her ear, pressing her full ass into my throbbing erection.

  I slide my hands down the silk robe and press my fingers to her wet slit. “Hmmm, seems to make something else water, too, doesn’t it?”

  Spencer is pawing at the front of her robe, her dripping slit just barely exposed to the two of us in the dim light of the room. I want to watch them go further, but there’s so much more to show before she’s truly ready.

  “Sir?” Mika’s soft voice calls my attention to the center of the room. A tangle of limbs on a king-sized couch catches my eye.

  I draw Julia away by the hand. Spencer smiles at her and watches me lead her to the couch. I push her down to sit on the couch next to the tangle of limbs.

  At least five people are pulsing and sweating to the driving beat of the music in the background. Julia sits next to them, her robe falling open and away from her silky shoulders. The silk puddles around her hips as she stares on in amazement.

  The sound of moaning lovers easily tears her eyes from mine. I watch Julia watching the throng of hedonistic pleasure. Her breaths are coming short as she leans forward and props herself up with one hand on the bed, her fingers close to a bare, undulating thigh.

  “Tantalizing, isn’t it? Do you like to watch, Julia? Or maybe you would like to be watched? We can make any fantasy you have come true here,” I say, keeping my voice low, for her ears only.

  Spencer joins her on the couch and takes her other hand. He kisses her fingertips again, then trails up her arm. I stand over her and spread her knees; I can feel the heat from her dripping cunt through my pants.

  My cock twitches as I think about burying myself in that delicious slit.

  Julia leans into me. Her breath is hot against my hard stomach. I close my eyes and revel in feeling her so close to me.

  When I open my eyes, I see a parade of women on their knees, each in a leather collar tied together.

  They’re being led by a tall man in a black leather suit. With a quick glance, it almost looks like a nice, casual business suit, but nothing you find here can be taken at face value. I lace my fingers into Julia’s hair and turn her head to see the spectacle.

  “Such good girls. I want to see you being that good, Julia,” I say as I pull slightly on her tangled blonde hair.

  She moans and looks up at me. Her long pale neck glows in the flashing lights. A hand from the writhing tangle of limbs on the bed reaches out to her. I see her body respond to the touch—but while I’m happy to share with my colleagues, I’m not ready to share this delicate prize with the masses.

  I pull her back to her feet, and we follow Mika and the parade of bound women.

  We’re led to the back of the room, where a female form is held fast in a pillory, wearing a black mask covering her entire face. A crowd of people in club wear and silk domino masks surround her, holding paddles, crops, and short whips.

  They take turns striking the bare skin presented to them. The woman’s muffled moans escape her leather mask. Her hands writhe in pain and ecstasy.

  Masked strangers tease her exposed ass and pussy, their hands and tongues exploring her delicate folds. My own shivering beauty is held enraptured, watching the pleasant torture of this comely woman.

  I pull her in for a deep kiss. Every moment in this club has been a new experience for this innocent darling.

  “Mika, the present?” I call to our charming guide.

  Julia’s eyes widen. She has forgotten that she is naked in a room of fucking people; she’s completely entranced by the sights and sounds around her. She’s ready for her gift.

  Mika opens the gold box. Inside is a simple rose gold collar, a half-inch band with a large ring at the front. A delicate chain is attached to the ring, leading to rose gold cuffs forming a leash with a white leather handle.

  “Angel,” I address Julia, “wear this for me.”

  Her breaths are ragged—I can see she wants to explore what is to come.

  She is ready.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispers and kneels in front of me.

  Chapter 25

  Killian

  The collar clicks in place and an immediate look of calm and acceptance flows into Julia’s face.

  With that one little sound, I lose complete track of the people around us. The spanking of the masked girl, the people fucking on couches and beds, the pulsing beat of the dance floor…everything fades into her wide eyes.

  She stands in front of me, the gleaming rose gold collar beautifully snug around her slim neck. The chain sides through my hand, a physical representation of the control she has ceded to me.

  I tug on the leash, and after a moment’s tension, she follows pace. I lead her up a short flight of stairs behind a gold velvet curtain at the back of the room. Spencer follows behind her up the stairs.

  We enter a room designed to look like it was made of ice. The far wall and the entire floor are made of glass, while another wall is all mirrors. The furniture scattered around the room is an eclectic mixture of transparent seats and tables and couches in various shades of white, adorned with furs.

  Two women wearing only gold body paint are there, ready to bring whatever I need from the white cabinets lining the left wall. This is a VIP showcase room—only the best for our lovely beauty.

  “Now, Angel. You are ours. We’re going to put on a show for all my friends out there. Are you ready?” I speak to her casually in a tone that could just as easily be used to tell her what coffee I’m about to order for her.

  “Yes,” she answers. Her voice is soft and unsure. Not for long, though; soon, my little angel will know what it is to serve, and she’ll eagerly answer properly. For now, my cock is the eager one, and I have so many things I’m aching to do to that perfect body.

  “Good. In the future, you’ll answer ‘Yes, Sir.’”

  I turn and admire her naked form, the rose gold a perfect complement to her rosy nipples. Her bald pussy is gleaming, already wet from the spanking in the street and the show downstairs.

  “On your knees,” I command. She is slow to respond, so I raise an eyebrow, and Spencer strikes her pert little ass for me. She jumps a little, then falls to her knees on the glass floor.

  “Spread your knees and put your hands behind your neck,” I continue as if she obeyed perfectly without Spencer’s correction.

  She is quicker this time. Her breasts and her glistening pussy are well displayed now.

  My cock aches to be inside her. It doesn’t matter where—her ass, her cunt, her mouth. I want her.

  However, I can be a patient man when it suits me, and there is more to pleasure than just fucking.

  One of the attendants covered in gold body paint brings me a tray of my favorite toys, a few pieces I picked out when I planned this little excursion just for Julia. I choose a pair of rose gold nipple clamps with weighted jewels that perfectly match her new collar.

  Julia’s eyes widen as I pinch her already hard nipples and hang the new jewelry from them. Every breath she takes sends sparkles of light across the room, catching the lights from the dance floor and sending new patterns spinning in the mirrors.

  Spencer grabs a velvet-covered paddle; what he lacks in subtlety, he makes up for in passion. He tries out his new toy by striking her round ass four times in quick succession. She gasps at the flurry of blows and the jolts from the heavy clamps hanging from her pert nipples, but she says nothing.

  Good girl.

  I watch the lights dance from her tits; we’re off to a fantastic start.

  I pick up the next toy I chose for her: a triple-headed Wartenberg pinwheel. Three wheels of sharp pins on a handle, perfect for running along sensitive flesh.

  This time, she lets out a squeak of disbelief. I look at her sharply, but she meets my eyes, and a look of trust takes over her delicate features.

  “Would a blindfold help, Angel?” I ask her. She loo
ks away from me toward the tray held by the golden girl. She nods her head ever so slightly; she trusts me, but she’s afraid of her own reactions.

  “Too bad. You’ll watch. How can you put on a good show if you aren’t watching yourself?”

  “Tough break, Sweets,” Spencer says, striking that perfect ass once again with his paddle.

  She closes her eyes as I lean over her and run a hand across her bald pussy lips. Fuck, she’s wet. My cock twitches as I imagine myself buried deep in that wet snatch.

  Patience, I think to myself. It will be so much better when she’s truly begging for it.

  I run the wheel across her tight stomach, enjoying the catch in her breath. The points of metal bite into soft flesh, leaving a trail of pink on her creamy skin. As I watch her eyes widen, the full realization of what she has gotten herself into begins to dawn on her.

  She bites her lip, but her lips begin to curl in a smirk. She’s in heaven.

  I trace lines across her front, pausing whenever I catch Spencer winding up for a sharp swat to her ass. I trace the curve of her breast and along her collar bone. She holds still, hands behind her head—but her eyes trace my movements.

  I run the wheel along the inside of her arm. She needs to know that her skin is ours and that we can do what we want with her in this moment and that everything done to her will bring her pleasure.

  The faint red lines will fade quickly, but there’s so much more I want to do to this girl tonight. I set the wheel back on the tray the attendant holds out for me, and Spencer hands his paddle off to another painted girl.

  Now that she’s warmed up, it’s time to start the real show.

  I pick up the lead that drapes down the front of Julia’s body, teasing her dripping slit by running the end across her lips before taking it back in my hand. I turn toward a small transparent table that has been rolled into the middle of the room.

  A crowd has gathered around and below us. I can see bodies still pulsing to the EDM beats, but all eyes are on us. Who wouldn’t want to watch?

  Julia starts to stand, but I see Spencer smack her ass in the mirror along the back wall and whisper that she is to follow on her knees. I can’t wait until the day she knows all the rules, and I can find new clever reasons to give her the punishments she will crave.