by Savannah May
“Did you want to fuck him?’ Valentine demanded in a low growl, almost feral in its intensity. Like a wounded animal wandering starving, no joke that’s how animalistic he sounded. “Ah you hesitate,” he gruffed when I ignored him, skirting the perimeter of punishment.
“Not in the way you think,” I countered.
Yes I wanted him inside me but only because after an amazing evening, you abandoned me to my fever of desire and left me to sleep alone in the guest room. Every time you push me away hurts more than the previous time. It makes me want to slink back to the imaginary security of my previous lover.
“You know what I think?” he gruffed.
“I thought that was the reason why we forgo the safe word,” I countered.
“Hmm.”
I could hear the pleasure on his lips. As though he’d won. But what? Was I the prize?
All I knew was that with Valentine I felt finally alive.
We had nothing in common. We lived in different worlds, knowing nothing about each other and yet I still felt closer to him than anyone else in my life. That included the man that I’d recently been sure was the one. My new boss knew me better than anyone. He saw me and brought out elements of my very essence that no one has ever sourced including my first master, Josh Perrine.
“Do you love him?” Valentine couldn’t seem to let it go but I hardly dared believe he was jealous.
That he wanted to possess me for himself. Not when he exposed me to Marc and this crowd.
“Isn’t love's purpose that the other exposes a facet of the humanness you haven't yet discovered for yourself. That they accept you – love you – for it and in spite of it.”
“Is that what you’re searching for in a partner?” he asked, his tone entirely different, that hurt beast again.
I nodded and felt tears jab at my eyes, had to bite on my mouth to halt the spill.
“You didn’t answer my question, Ms Cannon,” Jay rasped.
I shook my head side to side and immediately felt the air between us sigh.
The only problem was it didn't seem Valentine had that same set of requirements for his life. Every time he seemed to be letting me in, dropping some of the razor wire boundaries surrounding him, he soon took fright again. Then he retreated further by tossing me out to another man.
I was pretty sure the dungeon session with Marc had been his method of creating distance by trying to devalue me. He wanted nothing more than total unquestioning control, buttoned up and tie tighter than all the dinner suits in the room combined. And now this.
24
In front of us, a man wearing an expensive black tuxedo emerged from the group and took a step up to mount the small stage. He took the feather teaser offered by the naked assistant then trailed it devilishly slowly across the restrained girls nipples down the flat of her stomach, hipbone, thigh.
He observed her try to control her quivering, then agonizingly slowly brought it back up the sensitive inner curves to stroke across the pulled apart lips of her clit.
As the tantalizing whisper stroke brushed across her bulging bare nub, she rocked in a series of shudders that elicited wrath from her master. The men in the crowd spiked with interest, observing the sensations that girl fought to control. They seemed to find that aspect more interesting than the provocative naked exposure of her glistening pink slit.
From behind her back, the new female assistant handed the master a round paddle. He lifted it high then brought it down with a resounding thwack on the blindfolded girls twitching slick pussy. She cringed in her body but only slightly, before she pulled herself tall once more. If her mouth hadn’t been firmly gagged with the bundled silk, her whimpers would surely have echoed around the room.
But after the initial ricochet of shock, her body bounced right back. Flushed and rising resilient, the nipples peaking up hard demonstrated her excitement. The man, whether her master or not, I couldn't tell, shoved three fingers deep inside her channel then pulled them out to examine her level of enjoyment.
He caressed the nectar between his finger pads, as though gauging her pleasure score. A second man, older and exuding absolute authority from every one of his cells, mounted the stage. Immediately the master passed the paddle to him like a relay baton.
He brought her back down with soft swipes of the feather, tickling her sensations to a peak of arousal. Then he bent her forward his fingers tangled in her long hair to spank her lifted round ass until the cheeks fled scarlet red.
“I'm sorry I can't give you what you think you need,” Valentine’s words between gritted teeth were so soft I almost missed them.
I would have had my senses not being so hyper-attuned to him. It was as though he'd read my mind. We stood almost touching side-by-side, staring ahead at the blond who failed to repress her avid hunger for more discipline. Anyone casting a glance in our direction would have thought we were discussing the activity on stage rather than our private struggles.
"A tiger with fixed spots?? A scorpion on the back of a turtle?" I hissed.
What was it he thought I needed?
It was becoming that convoluted. Even I was no longer sure. Whether I was content to exist with the game as it was. Or did I crave the behavior a girl traditionally hoped for from a man?
"Something like that,” he gritted. The heat from his body making my skin flush. “People don't change their basic instinct."
"Or won't."
I was amazed he was permitting this conversation between us. My responses to the master were way out of line for a submissive.
"You've started a second career as a psychotherapist since moving into my house," he muttered. I was sure I detected a tiny smirk at the edges of his mouth.
"I mean that people can choose different behavior without changing who they are," I replied, biting on the adrenaline flinging itself through my veins. “That seems like power to me.”
"Not when you go behind my back to visit my employees," he hissed, the snarl returning.
Valentine knew that I’d hooked up with Josh that afternoon and I could tell it was burning him up. Whatever strange connection they had extended to him not wanting Josh to be inside me.
It made no sense whatsoever. If he’d told Josh to test me as the perfect setup for him, why had he now done a complete turnabout and become incensed that Josh and I had even spoken.
Valentine discovered I had a connection with Marc Chapelle and that had inspired a session of punishment in his dungeon. Was there anything Valentine didn't know about my life and anything that he wouldn't uncover? And why was he so bent on keeping me from the two men he thrown me together with in the first place? Just another one of his games.
"It's lonely out here sometimes, being suddenly abandoned in the darker places," I said.
"Life is just as isolated when you're with the wrong person as being on your own,” he replied.
"Not when the right person closes the shutters to block you."
There, I threw down my hand on the table.
"I think you've done enough talking now. I'm way too indulgent with you.
And just like that Valentine threw up the shutters. I swiveled my head a tiny bit, just enough to observe that curtain coming down over his divine features. I knew the equal communication between us was done, for now.
25
Without the smallest indication from Valentine, the spotlight panned around the room and landed on me. Perking up hungry for new stimulation, the men in the room turned from the panting young girl on stage and switched their attention to me. My cells fired hot with the game about to begin, unsure whether I'd have the stamina to endure without flailing but so eager for the challenge.
On the platform, the girl whipped her head from one side to the other and moaned out an attempt to control the thrills being pried from her body. I was positive the juices were soaking her thighs from the height of sensation she was being put through.
After he delivered the final lap of the paddle across the spread buttoc
ks, the tuxedoed man held out his hand to the assistant. She passed him what appeared to be a largish pebble, from the distance I was standing at. Then, dripping water from between his hot fingers told me it was a cube of ice. He slid down her channel and pushed it inside her spread pussy.
The girl jumped back in uncontrolled spasm from the thrust of his fingers and the pang of the ice accosting her tender skin. She was immediately rewarded with three more resounding slaps as punishment. She was plainly new to playing and hadn’t yet learned to control her responses.
Maybe this was the initiation, or test, I had been promised. That was what made me shudder with anticipation, wondering whether I was up next. At the same time my clit tugged between my legs with an aching throb that said it was eager to participate and prove that I did indeed have mastery over my impulses.
“Strip" Valentine ordered, his eyes boring into mine.
What?
Why had I been so carefully dressed up in this outfit only to be brought into the room and told to take it off?
"Did you hear me?" Valentine gritted.
Oh yes, he was on for the test of my defiance. Every eye in the room was on me – us – waiting for me to back down or fail. It wasn't so much my nakedness they craved but my immediate surrender to the master.
Never shifting my gaze from his, I reached behind to tug at the heavy zip in back of my skirt. My breasts bobbed each beat in time with the racing beat of my heart underneath. I'd imagined and fantasized about being naked in front of more than one man, strangers, for so long. Josh had constantly teased and promised the allure of another pair of eyes and hands covering my body, which had first terrified me then invigorated me until I thirsted for that reality.
Valentine now gifted me my desire. With dozens of eyes gouging hungrily over my body, jolts of elation glittered up and down my core. The thin gauze of my undergarment was sodden between the dripping flesh of my inner thighs.
Finally my trembling fingers forced the brass zipper undone and the heavy leather skirt dropped to the floor with a thud. Only the net bodysuit now concealed my curves. And only barely, as between my thighs there was only two cords pressing my lips together.
Fifteen maybe twenty, pairs of eyes scoured across my naked slit like a ravenous wolf pack. They watched me slowly remove the thin covering, slipping one, then the other shoestring strap over my shoulder and peeling the fabric down over my erect full breasts. The orbs swelled with rising pressure as the diaphanous material grazed over the prodding nipples. I thrilled with the sense of being naked in public. And with the look of pride I held in Valentine’s eyes. I belonged to him and he was proud of me.
My heart pounded with lust beneath the inflamed mounds as I gradually, completely exposed myself to an enraptured male audience. Men with money, although it wasn't the money that was the thrill, but that they could have any woman in the world naked in front of them and they were excited by me.
The thin web of silk bunched around my waist. As provocatively as I could manage, I slowly shimmied my hips from side to side to work it down over my ass. When I slowly bared the entirety of my newly waxed smooth lips, the cool air hitting my wet folds intensified my vulnerable nakedness and sent more tremors of hungry desire through me
Touch me. Please.
I silently begged my employer, as I was barely able to resist the overwhelming urge to trail my own fingers across my ravenous slit. The yearning in every glistening pore was too much. I was already coming apart at the edges.
The transfixed men all around observed me expose myself and that impelled a rush of power through my core. They had seen countless naked female bodies but mine was captivating. They were silently willing me to surrender my free will and let go to my body.
This was Valentine's lesson. Walking into the room already naked, I would have been any other serving pet for the evening. Standing here removing my own coverings was akin to peeling back my skin on my interior emotions. That strength was what the men found ultimately intriguing. I had to hand it to my boss for being a sensual guru.
Suddenly I realized that not once had I cast my eyes to the ground as was proper for my status. Valentine watched me and had held my gaze captured in his huge starving pools. I saw how the dark pupils dilated and was hugely gratified to know how he desired me. His back was to the crowd behind him, giving me free reign to enjoy his arousal along with the thrill of exposure to the group. I could feel how impressed he was with me, pleased with my confident but apparently reluctant performance and it made my thirst more intense.
My eyes sent a pleading towards him.
Touch me.
I stood completely naked, my entire body engorged with lust. My clit bulged from between my dripping lips, eager for attention. The skin stretched taut on my body as excitement rippled through me. What pleasure pain was my employer planning to inflict on me in front of all these high status men?
Whatever it was I trusted him totally. I urgently wanted him to be proud of me, to prove to the world, or at least the small part of it dominating this room far out on the ocean, that he had trained me perfectly and we were meant to be together in a special way.
I stood waiting, malleable as putty. Then the punisher’s assistant swarmed forward and fastened a length of soft black silk tightly around my eyes, plunging me into a dark world of my very own. The pinnacles of sensation Valentine dragged from me behind those masks were known only to me in my secret world of extremely complicated arousal.
A metal collar was snapped around my neck and I felt the weight of the leash attached to it swing against my hip before someone lifted it to lead me across the room. Feminine fingers supported each arm as I was lifted up the broad shallow steps to the stage. The warm white glow of the spotlight found my body and once more I felt the thrill of being shown off for a group of the most powerful, influential men in the world.
Did this make me some kind of bizarre exhibitionist? Was it weird to get excited about being bared to the eyes of unknown men?
Maybe that was my initiation – being tested via group exhibitionism. But what would be the ultimate price of admission? Every hair on my body stood up nervously. I hadn't felt like this since starting college and this recruitment was not like any hazing I'd ever been forced to endure.
Handcuffs was snapped around my wrists and then a tug on my arms forced them up high above my head. My full buoyant breasts pressed forward with the arch of my spine. The soft purr of the engines informed me that the yard was on the move, bobbing gently out into the Pacific. I was hardly going to escape being naked this far out to sea, even if I wanted to. My mind pushed out contemplation of my motivation as the feather began to stroke across my bulbous nipples, indicating the game had begun.
Every part of my competitive nature fired up as I determined I was going to do a better job as a submissive for this group of male dominance than the previous girl. I had no intention of failing or letting Valentine down, in what had suddenly come to seem like the contest of the pets.
I hadn’t been gagged as the last initiate had. But then my boss rarely bound my mouth. I had a secret belief he liked to trust me to control my smart mouth. Or even enjoyed it. I know he enjoyed hearing my pants and gasps in order to gauge the level of emotion and sensation he was reaping from my punishment.
The room was filled with silence as my legs were pulled wide apart and my ankles shackled. I waited breathless, in blissful anticipation of what he had in store for me. I was sure it would be the most delicious punishment yet, for the delectation of the onlookers. Valentine was even more competitive than I was.
Blindfolded, with my legs stretched in a wide stance and my hands pinned above my head, was the most vulnerable position and I’d never felt more dynamic. I was a warrior Priestess, and superwoman all at once. The fire of adrenaline rushed around my undulating body. I had learned already that Valentine was hugely enamored about winding twine around my erogenous regions to squeeze my flesh into tighter restraint.
26
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br /> Taut thin rope now abraded my skin, as it passed between my legs, underneath me, then wound back around each cheek and looped over the girdle of my pelvis. Again it was positioned around my ass, skirting the tail that remained in place, dropping heavily from the plug inside my rear channel. He continued looping the bind across my clit back and forth around my hips numerous times, slowly, carefully tying off the ends.
With each loop he finger-tipped my lips apart, arranging my dripping folds, spreading them open on either side of the rope. My pussy twanged uncontrollably every time he stroked and spread me apart and lined up the twine so that my clit went into spasms of lust. The pull of the ropes on my folds incited powerful pulses of need shattering through me.
Trembling with the thrill of the unknown, Valentine waited, insisting that my body calmed until a more docile and controlled stance replaced my overwhelm of desire. I was not to appear to surrender too much to my pleasure, not unless my master indicated I was free to do so.
As the tickle of the feather caressed down my body, I steeled myself, ready for the jolt of shivers I knew to expect as it grazed across my engorged nub. But ohmigod, I was not prepared for the gushing shake along my legs when the lightest wisp of contact skimmed my pulsing pussy. I clamped hard on my back molars to shut off from squealing with tremors of delight as the feather teased over me again and again in unexpected rhythms.
I fully anticipated the wet slap across my spread that would counteract the pleasure of the feathering and prevent me from climaxing. But it never came. Valentine toyed more mercilessly than ever before with my aching twitching spread. Playing it and raising my crescendo higher, like a crazed violinist reaching the peak of a concerto.
I toppled over into a blackout of delicious tingling pleasure. Huge streams of bliss sashayed down my limbs until I was rocked into a haze of sweetness that I wanted to live in permanently like any junkie. I was doing great. I was in control, not flailing around in crazed greed to get off.
