Twisted Love

by JB Duvane

  As soon as I opened the door I heard Amber’s voice behind me.

  “Wait,” she said.

  I turned, eyeing her exquisite body. “What is it?”

  “I … I don’t know if I feel comfortable going out there like this.”

  “It’s as revealing as a bathing suit,” I said. “But much sexier.”

  “I know, it’s just, I wouldn’t even want to go out there in a bathing suit. Everyone is wearing gowns and suits. I’d be the only one dressed like this. I’m a little embarrassed.”

  I approached Amber and pressed a finger to her lips.

  “You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve already told you, you shouldn’t have these reservations. Your body is beautiful and there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

  “You’re right, Sir,” she said, lowering her head. “I’m sorry.”

  I turned and opened the door again. The blaring music from down the hall pounded at the walls. “Besides,” I said with a smile. “You haven’t seen the rest of the party yet.”

  Amber

  Chapter 16

  Double doors opened into darkness at the end of the hall. Damon pressed me forward, guiding me by my lower back into the blackness. I went on, unsure where we were headed, but already noticing the people in this area were dressed in less formal clothing. The rumbling guided us down the hallway, taking a left, and then entering a room guarded by more doors. I was being guided in a daze.

  Damon held the door open for me.

  “You should feel more comfortable in here,” he said, and I took a step inside.

  I didn’t know what to look at first. The room was expansive; a gigantic dance club sectioned off in different areas. The first room, where I stood, housed a bar, stocked full of top-shelf alcohol, and right next to it a dance floor covered in mist.

  And the people … I barely held my sights on one person for a few seconds before moving to the next. There was leather and lingerie everywhere, plus a few completely naked women. Most still had on their masks. As I glanced around the room I saw a lot of skin.

  My sights honed in on a woman with wild, red hair. Her breasts popped out of a cut-out leather top, and she walked nonchalantly across the dance floor. At the other end of the chain around her neck, a man wearing tight leather pants and nothing covering his bare, muscular chest, guided her.

  Damon wasn’t kidding. There was a woman tied to a beam, getting flogged by a Dom, and walking by, a man in chaps dragging another by his leash.

  I grabbed Damon’s hand. I needed him close.

  “Let’s go farther in.”

  I had ahold of Damon’s hand with both of mine. I couldn’t analyze all of the action going around at once. I was too stunned. I passed by another couple, going at it in the dark on a black leather couch. She ground against his lap, and I caught sight of his hard cock standing straight up, held in place by a metal cock ring tied to a leash.

  I hoped we were headed toward the bar. I needed a drink and fast.

  Damon took me with him. I shuddered as the woman on a cross above was struck by a whip, the sound cracking out over the loud music. Another man joined in, picking up a flogger and bringing it down on her. Meanwhile, gigantic screens on the wall played bondage movies intermixed with music videos that went along with the song that was playing.

  A man rushed over. He panted, out of breath. “Damon, we have an issue in the dungeon. One of the subs says she’s having trouble with a Dom.”

  I knew that Damon would need to leave and fix things. It was in his nature, and his job.

  “Stay here, love. I’ll be right back.”

  He was going to leave me? Leave me in this strange place? I looked around, seeing more couples in leather. Spanking, flogging, whipping, and the sounds of pleasure and pain echoed off the walls and freaked me out a little. I was wearing next to nothing. I could just picture some overzealous Dom bending me over and having his way with me. I’m sure no one would even notice.

  “Can’t I come with you?”

  “Have a drink at the bar. I’ll be right back. I have to deal with this, and I’d rather you not be involved in case it gets messy. You’ll be perfectly fine up here.”

  Damon took me over to the bar and sat me down. “Just stay right here. I promise, I’ll be back soon.” He kissed my forehead, then disappeared in the crowd.

  I looked around and wondered how many of the men around me wanted to grab onto my leash and lead me away. How many wanted to drag me around the corner and tie me to a table and whip me until I screamed? Hungry eyes aimed my way while I waited anxiously for the bartender to get around to me.

  The couple next to me nuzzled. The girl, a slender blonde, her breasts falling out from a dress that had no top, kissed her Dom, practically falling all over him. I watched out of the corner of my eye as she stroked his crotch.

  They both acted like they were alone, like there wasn’t a person sitting right next to them. The Dom wrapped his hands around her hair, pulling her back, then kissing her neck as she moaned. He let her free and she lunged at his crotch, removing his cock and worshiping it. After she sucked on his cock for a long time, they both glanced my way and caught me staring.

  The sub leaned in to her Dom and whispered in his ear. I knew what they were saying. They wanted me to join in.

  I held my hand up for the bartender, but he was far off with another customer, and feeling the tension build, I decided to take my chances out on the floor.

  The screen flashed with a woman from above. She looked into the camera, biting her lip and writhing around with her legs spread as a cock plowed into her. It was a video that had been shot by the man who was fucking her.

  I wondered if Damon would ever shoot a video like that of me. If he did I certainly hoped he wouldn’t show it to hundreds of guests at a party like this.

  I wondered if he did have parties in his dungeon. It was certainly big enough. As I walked around, I imagined this event taking place at Damon’s mansion. The entire thing filled with half naked people fucking on every conceivable piece of furniture.

  The mass of people around me writhed to the beat of the blaring music. It wasn’t far from an orgy and I wondered if it would eventually become one.

  Whatever happened, I expected to be close to Damon. I wished he’d get back up here.

  My thighs trembled as I passed by more men instructing their subs. The wildness sucked me in and made me dizzy. It was exciting and exhilarating and scary all at once.

  I tried to find someplace to sit, the world becoming a blur. I felt lost in the madness around me. The sounds of groaning and the cries never stopped. And it was hard to tell whether the women wanted their Doms to keep going or stop. I didn’t understand that part and wondered if I ever would.

  Finally, I found a corner to catch my breath. I wasn’t used to seeing things like this. The most I ever saw were clubs with college girls grinding drunkenly on their boyfriends, but this was on a whole different level. I pressed against the stone wall, letting the coolness wash over me.

  I sucked in a deep breath, my muscles tightening, and wondering how in all this strangeness, I could get aroused. As my body flushed and my nipples hardened, I squeezed my thighs together and realized my panties were soaked through.

  Crack!

  I ducked, thinking someone had aimed a whip at me. It came from up on the second floor of some scaffolding. My eyes made their way up to a naked girl who was tied to another cross. It was attached to the scaffolding but was tilted so that it was suspended over the dance floor. It didn’t look real at first, but then I saw her writhing on the beam, her body crisscrossed with red marks from the man with the whip who stood on the scaffolding.

  I couldn’t fathom how she could be taking pleasure in that. It was horrifying to me. I was okay with the restraints, but what was happening to her didn’t seem right. She cursed, struggling against the cross as the men took turns whipping her while she precariously hung over the crowd. One man teased her, grabbing a flogg
er and running it between her thighs.

  “Fuck me! Fuck me already, you bastards!”

  I guess she must have been into it.

  A masked man approached and slid two fingers inside her. She squirmed as he finger fucked her, entering her quickly and at an arch. Some other men held her as she orgasmed, screaming into the rafters. She shook in a brilliant moment as they finally allowed her release.

  The men pulled the cross in and undid her ropes, and the masked man pulled her off and carried her over his shoulder, taking her away with a satisfied smile.

  I was clearly out of my element.

  I decided to go back to the bar and get that drink. I slid onto a leather stool, and this time, immediately caught the attention of the bartender.

  “What’ll it be?”

  I needed something strong. I turned to the rest of the crowd. “I’ll have whatever they’re having.”

  He smirked, realizing that I was new to all of this. “First time?”

  “Is it that obvious?”

  “I’ve got just what you need.”

  He came back with my drink, a strong vodka concoction mixed with a blend of sweet liqueurs. It tasted almost like cotton candy. It was funny to be served something as innocent-sounding as this in a place where people were being whipped out in the open.

  A hand touched my shoulder and I jumped.

  I relaxed, seeing the figure move to the stool next to me. At first, I thought it was Damon, but then I realized this was someone else. Someone taller, built heavier, yet still muscular. Damon was lean and strong, but this man was a tank.

  Despite his bruteness, he seemed well-mannered. He wore a black jacket and mask that was trimmed in crimson. He smiled, and it was alarming how reassuring and yet persuasive it was. I wasn’t sure how I felt about him at all.

  “Is everything all right?”

  It seemed I looked more out of place than I thought.

  “Yeah, it’s just my first time at something like this.”

  “New to the scene?”

  “Well, I’ve done some … things, but never anything like this.”

  He gazed around my neck, noticing the collar, then his eyes lowered to my cleavage, my breasts bulging out the top of the skimpy corset.

  “You look amazing. Too amazing to be left all by yourself. Who’s your Dom?”

  I blushed, unable to control the heat rising to my cheeks. But luckily I wore a mask too, so he couldn’t see my reaction. It made me wonder why we didn’t run around in masks all the time. It would make some situations so much easier.

  I turned away, taking a huge gulp from my drink. I needed to get it together.

  “That would be me.” I heard Damon’s voice behind me and I felt his finger running across the top of my shoulder. He moved his hand down to my waist and pulled me to him, holding me close and kissing my neck. The kiss felt possessive in front of this other Dom and it drove me wild. The man in front of me didn’t seem to mind. Instead he nodded, shaking his head in disbelief.

  “It figures.”

  “Was Brandon coming onto you? I guess he didn’t recognize you with your mask on.”

  “Oh, you were there … in the courtyard,” I said, my face growing very hot again.

  Brandon laughed, holding his hand up for the bartender. “I’ll take three shots. One for me and one for Damon and one for the lady.”

  The bartender quickly filled them. Meanwhile, I melted in Damon’s grasp, at home again. Brandon grabbed a shot, downed it, then slid the other to Damon. He picked up my shot and handed it to me with a bow of his head. I downed my shot with a squinched-up face, then set the glass down on the bar.

  “You lucky bastard. I should’ve known,” Brandon said as he took a seat next to me.

  “You’re right. You should’ve.”

  “If you ever get bored with this guy, be sure and let me know. I’d jump at the chance at making you my sub,” Brandon said with a grin.

  I looked at Damon, expecting him to say something; instead he was calm and collected. He was even smiling.

  I didn’t know what to say to that. Did he just say he wanted to take me? Brandon said he wanted to fuck me in front of my Master, yet Damon didn’t seem phased at all.

  If anything, he took it as a compliment.

  I wondered why he wasn’t saying anything? I knew Brandon had trained him to be a Dom, but they seemed to have some sort of secret understanding between the two of them. Something I wasn’t sure I wanted to know about.

  Damon brushed my hair away from my ear. “Come on, let’s continue our tour.”

  Damon led me through the crowd. This time my nerves were calmed, maybe due to the buzz, but most likely because of Damon being there to protect me. All of the men’s looks weren’t quite as intense as I passed them this time, some of them glancing away after they saw that I was holding onto Damon’s hand.

  He seemed to have quite a reputation around here.

  “What did Brandon mean by that?”

  “It was a compliment, kitten. A very big compliment.”

  Interesting. I squeezed his hand tight as we passed by the growing shadow of a woman being raised in chains.

  “But didn’t you hear him when he said he wanted to take me as his sub?”

  He chuckled. “Yes, I heard him. He knows the boundaries. He knows you’re mine. Everything here is only done with consent. He could only have a session with you if all three of us agreed to it.”

  “What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You would let him fuck me?”

  Damon turned and looked at me. “Well, it wouldn’t be just fucking. You’re way too new for anything like that, though. Don’t worry yourself about it.”

  I still didn’t understand, though. “But, we’re together now, right? We’re a couple. The collar is like a ring, that’s what you said.”

  “Amber, we’re going to need to talk about this later. It’s a long conversation. I promise you, I won’t ever doing anything with another woman without clearing it with you first. But I’m an instructor. I’m going to be working with other subs.”

  I stared up at him. I couldn’t comprehend what he was telling me. “So you expect me to … be with other men too? Or is it just you that gets that privilege?”

  Damon took me in his arms. He gripped me firmly like he was trying to squeeze the understanding into me.

  “This is an open community, Amber. Open sexuality, open everything. Nothing is off-limits if there is consent. But I also understand that this is all new to you. I don’t expect you to jump right in and immediately start swimming with all the pros. And I promise I will ease back too. I want you to be happy here. And I think you can. You have a more open mind than anyone I’ve ever met outside this organization. You just have to trust me and know that I have nothing but your best interest in mind. I love you, Amber.”

  Damon

  Chapter 17

  We traveled past a room of moans and guttural cries. A thin sheet hung over the archway, and it was obvious to me what was happening in there. But I wondered what Amber’s reaction would be to the activities back here.

  Every straight Dom we passed stared intently at her, until they saw who held her leash, that is. Not a single one of them would even consider messing with my sub.

  I glanced at Amber, and the excitement and curiosity in her eyes—about everything that was going on around her—was evident. I don’t think she even realized how many men were lusting after her, though. It astounded me that she could be so oblivious to how compelling her face and body were. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. The qualities she possessed on the inside, as I was just coming to learn, were just as exciting as those exquisite curves.

  I couldn’t even articulate it to myself, but just hearing her talk and seeing the way she interacted with other people told me so much. I felt so connected to her, and in ways I’d never imagined being connected to another person.

  I understood now when people talked about how you know when yo
u find ‘the one.’

  To me, Amber was the only one I wanted by my side throughout the rest of my life.

  I pressed on through the crowd, keeping Amber close. We came to an open bondage room and I stopped, my gaze going back and forth between the scene in front of me that was similar to ones I’d seen hundreds of times, and Amber’s face. She was wide-eyed and looked deliciously innocent. And I noticed she seemed hesitant to leave or even look away.

  We watched as a man in a doctor’s white coat and his assistant held a girl down. They both had their hard cocks out and were pulling her arms and legs wide so that she was spread eagle on an exam table. The doctor strapped the girl’s ankles into a set of stirrups, the same type that were used during a female examination, while the assistant tied her wrists over the top edge of the table.

  The girl’s ass was right at the edge and at the perfect height for the doctor’s cock. He stepped up and inserted himself into her, pretending to be giving her an exam. He told her she didn’t have anything to worry about, that this was what exams always felt like. In his soothing, authoritative voice, he told her that his assistant would be giving her an oral exam.

  With that, the assistant folded the top part of the table down and the girl’s head hung off the end. The assistant walked around the table, his cock brushing against her face as he moved past her, then plunged it into her mouth. The girl moaned and squirmed, trying to get free, but it was obviously no use. She was trapped between the two men’s cocks.

  They thrust into her violently on each end, then came on her face and tits and stomach before being replaced by two more men.

  I looked around and saw that there were a number of men lined up to take their place the minute they were done. That woman was going to be used by more than twenty men by the time the night was over.

  I looked over at Amber again. Her mouth was hanging open and her eyes were almost wild with desire.

  “Do you like what you’re seeing here?” I asked.

  Amber looked a little startled at the sound of my voice, then smiled when her eyes met mine. “Yes, I think so.”