by Evelyn Vox
“I don’t know, I’ve never met him. But don’t you think he’d be having a man fuck him if he was?”
I moaned as Derek pinched my nipples. The look on the man’s face was pure ecstasy.
“So he just likes being fucked in the ass?”
“They say it’s very pleasurable,” he murmured, kissing my neck, biting it.
I gasped at the sudden nip near my collar bone.
“Do you want that?”
Derek laughed.
“I’ve never had the desire to try.”
Looking at that man’s face though…
“You’re sure?” I teased, hands palming Derek through his pants. “You seem awfully turned on.”
“So do you,” he said, slipping a finger into my panties again. “I’m more excited about what comes next.”
“What’s that?”
“Us.”
I froze. My heart skipped a beat, even as my body thrummed with need.
“That’s right, Princess,” Derek rubbed my clit faster. “We’re going up there next.”
I bit back my gasp, my suspicions confirmed. “In front of all these people?”
“I want to show you off.”
I could only imagine what horrible things he wanted to do to me up there. What he’d make me do in front of all these people. Was that why he denied me so much? Did he want me desperate and ready to do anything for him?
“What will we do up there?”
“I’ll make you live up to your promise.”
“What promise?”
“That you’ll do anything to fuck me.”
I meant what I’d said, but I was disappointed, I realized. Disappointed that it wasn’t a moment we’d have to ourselves. It had been so long since we’d fucked, I supposed I was craving that time, that closeness with Derek, more than anything else.
We aren’t dating!
I clung to the thought and was glad not to have a chance to dwell on it. Soon, the man moaned loudly as the woman hit home. His ass shook as he came all over the apparatus he was chained to. Derek grabbed my wrist and guided me through the crowd. We walked up steps that led to an area behind the stage.
There was a whole array of furniture back here.
Kinky furniture.
Some of it looked ordinary. Some of it looked like it belonged in the Middle Ages. In a torture chamber. The couple onstage exited and the man pulled the apparatus towards a section marked ‘used’.
I noticed that was for the soiled furniture, and that Derek was perusing the ‘unused’ section. It was nice to know that they were sanitary here at Club Midnight. I was surprised, and maybe disappointed, when Derek selected a normal-looking wood bench with black leather padding on the seat. He caught my doubtful gaze.
He held it as he walked towards a cabinet. Held it, as he opened that cabinet wide to show me all the deviant items on display.
My jaw dropped. Derek laughed.
I’d never seen so many whips and crops. Clips, clamps, and plugs. Harnesses. Dildos. Vibrators. And I’d thought Derek’s collection was impressive.
“What to use on my Princess, tonight,” Derek mused, flashing his canines at me.
I shivered. I had no idea what half of these things were, other than they looked cruel and deadly. The thought of them being used on me, in front of all these people…I swayed on my heels as my knees grew weak. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, fending off the strong arousal that overcame me.
My core throbbed.
Hands caressed my shoulders, and I opened my eyes to see Derek. Tall and muscled, standing before me with his eyes sparking like flint. He took one of my hands and placed it on his erection. Arousal surged in my blood. Wetness pooled between my legs.
Fuck, I wanted him so badly.
Needed him.
His grin was terrible, wicked, as he moved my hand up and down his girth.
“You want this, don’t you, Princess?”
“More than anything, Sir,” I breathed, unable to remove my eyes from the thick outline in his pants.
“What does that make you?”
“A slut. Your slut.”
“That’s right,” Derek said, moving my hand faster over his cock. “I’m going to show everyone that you’re my little slut.”
From behind his back he pulled out his instrument of choice. It was a paddle, a spanking paddle.
Emblazoned across it was one word: SLUT.
Chapter Eight
DEREK
God, the look on her face, the way her eyes widened when she saw the paddle. It was enough to make my dick twitch underneath her palm.
“Showtime,” I said, grabbing her wrist with one hand, dragging the bench with the other.
The crowd was lost in a sea of darkness. Only the gleam of an outfit or the movement of pale skin really made anyone stand out. It was easy to forget they were there.
Not that I wanted to forget. Oh, no, I got off on this exhibitionist shit. I loved showing off what was mine. I loved flaunting what I owned that no one else could have. But for Alexandra’s sake, I knew it’d be easier for her to forget the crowd. For her first time, at least.
Even though I knew this was turning her on.
Hell, she’d been gushing so much since I pulled her into this room I could practically smell her arousal in the air.
I put the bench in the center of the stage and placed Alexandra in front of it, facing the crowd. I circled her like a shark. Holding the paddle behind my back, I never took my eyes off her. I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly, eyed the way her face flushed red and her pupils dilated.
Oh yes, she was very turned on.
“Princess,” I said from behind her, making her jump. “What’s your safeword?”
“A-apple.”
Her voice trembled and I smiled. Good. I loved it when she was nervous.
“Very good, Princess.”
She visibly relaxed at the praise. Her shoulders loosened and her whole posture changed.
“And what do you want?”
Alexandra stiffened again. Eyes darting to me. Begging, pleading.
“More than anything?” I prodded.
“Y-your cock,” she said.
“Slut,” I hissed. “Are you a slut?”
“Yes, Sir.”
She bit her lower lip, but her voice was stronger. I walked up to her, my back to the crowd, and yanked on the babydoll she wore. I’d chosen this one not only for the style, but because it clasped in the front. She gasped as my fingers went beneath the crystals and undid the hook. I walked to her back, hands tugging on the sleeves and guiding it down her arms until it fell in a heap at her feet.
Leaving only the crystals.
The audience gasped, and when I looked at her, I understood why.
She looked in-fucking-credible.
The crystals draped around her large, firm breasts, and those tasty nipples peeked out. That knot of crystals hung over the shelf of her tits. The ties traced seductively down her torso and glimmered under the stage lights. My cock lurched. The beast screamed at me to bury myself inside this Goddess, this treasure.
“Turn around,” I commanded, my voice hard.
My hand had found my cock, was holding and stroking it through my pants. I’d have to unleash it soon. But not yet. Alexandra obeyed, turning to show the audience her amazing ass in that crystal thong. Just like a peach.
A juicy, juicy peach.
“Bend over the bench. Hold the bottom.”
She took a shuddering breath before she walked closer to the bench. It was no ordinary bench I’d pulled out. No, it was a spanking bench. She’d find there were handholds on the feet of it that she could grip to keep herself steady as she laid over the padded leather cushion.
“Beautiful,” I said when she got into position.
That ass was high in the air, bent over and ripe for the taking.
The beast growled, impatient.
I rubbed a palm over the curves of her ass, one chee
k and then the other. Kneading and feeling it up. She moaned, and cock stiffened at the sound. A few warm up spanks had her gasping. I relished the feel of the impact on my palm, the way it made my skin sizzle. I could see her essence coating the crystals of her thong as it began to drip down her thighs.
“You like it when I show everyone what a dirty slut you are, don’t you, Princess?” I asked, my fingers slipping beneath the crystals to rub her soaking wet folds.
She moaned, “Yes, Sir.”
I rubbed her pussy a bit more. I wanted her hot and bothered.
“Do you want to come?”
“Please,” she begged.
“Here in front of all these people?”
“Yes, please, Sir."
I rubbed her clit a bit faster before I moved my fingers lower to fill her drenched entrance.
“You like it when I fill your pussy up, Princess?”
“Yes, Sir!”
Her moans got louder as her pleasure raced up to hit her full force.
“Slut,” I said, withdrawing my fingers and raising the paddle high.
The hard, wooden thud reverberated through the air, followed by Alexandra’s choked gasps.
I stepped back to survey my work and smiled. A large, red rectangular mark began to blossom on her ass cheek. Cut only by the white, unmarred skin that spelled ‘SLUT’. The indentations in the paddle stopped those areas from being hit, causing the word to bloom fresh and clear in stark contrast to her smacked skin.
The crowd heaved a collective, aroused sigh. Soon, they began to moan and groan.
“Everyone loves seeing what a dirty, little slut you are, my Princess,” I crooned.
I raised the paddle high and brought it down on the other cheek. Alexandra’s strangled cry was a beautiful mixture of pleasure and pain. A second branding of ‘SLUT’ bloomed on that fair skin, but she needed more markings. Tonight, I was an artist. Alexandra was my canvas, and this paddle, this paddle was my paintbrush.
I lifted the paddle again. My cock was a throbbing, aching heat against my thigh.
And tonight, I was going to paint a masterpiece.
LEXIE
I lost all sense of time and place. I’d counted the paddle blows at first, but after the seventh blow, I lost track. I’d stopped trying to stay in reality as the pain gave way to delicious ecstasy. Soon, I craved it. Each impact jolted my body, rocking me from head to toe. My clit reverberated and quivered with every hit until I thought I’d come right there.
Just from being spanked with a paddle.
Derek’s breathed heavily. Not from exertion, but lust. The more he hit me, the more turned on he became. I gripped the stool. The handholds I’d found at the bottom helped me stay in place. He toyed with me, played with his pace, and made sure I never knew when to expect the next blow.
My heart hammered as I waited for the next one. The suspense, the anticipation, all of it was a carefully constructed dance, choreographed to heighten my pleasure to the max. And Derek, he knew exactly what he was doing. I was a bundle of nerves, waiting and waiting for that paddle to bite into my ass.
I was almost ready to beg him to hit me when the paddle clattered to the ground. The sound made me jump, adrenaline suddenly coursing through my system. Derek’s hands were at my ass, rubbing soothing circles around the inflamed flesh.
He ground his cock against me, and to my shock, he’d taken it out of his pants. I moaned, loudly, beyond excited by it. He pulled back.
“Stand up, slut.”
I released the handholds, and my fingers trembled. I winced at the pain as I stood, gingerly. Derek’s hands were on me, spinning us so he was leaning against the bench, and I was suddenly facing the crowd. A sea of strangers watching us, getting off to us. I swallowed the urge to touch myself and my clit cried in outrage.
Those large, calloused hands that I adored snaked beneath the crystals to pinch my nipples and massage my breasts. He was rough, touching me in ways that would turn him on the most. And I loved it. His fingers hooked around the straps of my crystal thong. He slid it down my thighs until it fell around my ankles, and I kicked it off.
Suddenly, Derek’s cock slipped between my legs. We both groaned, low and long at the first contact. But my groan soon turned to one of frustration. He was just gliding his length along my folds, not going in, and not filling me up.
“Please, Sir,” I gasped, not caring about our audience.
“Please, what, Princess?”
His voice was hard and dark, the way it got when he was his most cruel. I shivered and rubbed my slit against his girth.
“Please, fuck me, Sir,” I begged.
“How badly do you want my cock, Princess?”
He placed a hand on my neck, pulling me farther up his lap, to show the audience how his cock slid between my pussy lips.
“Badly,” I moaned as the tip of his cock thudded against my swollen clit.
“What will you do for my cock?”
“Anything, Sir,” I pleaded. “Anything.”
“Even be fucked in front of a room of strangers?”
“Yes, Sir. Please, anything you want. Just fill me with your cock.”
The words tumbled out of my mouth, spoken by that other woman inside of me. The woman with dark desires that only Derek could satisfy.
“My slutty little Princess,” he said, mouth trailing kisses and bites along my neck.
My clit throbbed. It burned. It ached so much I worried I was about to cry. Derek’s cock was hot. The heat of him seared through me, and it twitched and throbbed with every thrust between my glistening folds.
“Please,” I whined, sounding like the bratty, slutty little Princess I was. “Please!”
Derek growled against my ear.
“Put me inside of you, like the cock-hungry, dirty slut that you are.”
The words washed through me, igniting me to my core. My hands were on his cock in a flash, and he shuddered at my touch. My fingers slid up the thick length of him, slick from my arousal, and traced up to the tip. I pressed him into my aching entrance.
Yes.
I wailed. Screamed and moaned as Derek filled me up slowly. Inch by inch by inch. Finally, he’d sheathed himself inside of me. Finally, after all these weeks, Derek began to ram his cock into me. My ass smacked against him with every thrust. I clung to his hips as he fucked me harder and faster, until I was trembling, on the brink of the most intense orgasm of my life.
He’d built me up to this, I realized.
The teasing, the denial. All of it was for this moment when I’d come like the desperate, cock-hungry slut I was for him, in front of all these people.
Oh god.
I didn’t know it was possible to be this turned on.
“Please,” I gasped, the pleasure making my whole body tingle. “May I come, Sir?”
“So soon?”
His voice was tinged with amusement. I couldn’t hold it back for much longer.
“Please, please,” I begged, my body shaking with the effort of holding it back.
“Only if you say it,” he said. “Only if you tell everyone what you are.”
“I’m a dirty slut,” I moaned around the growing crest of pleasure, “your cock-hungry, dirty little slut, Sir!”
Derek groaned, low and long, at that. He put one rough hand on my hip, the other moving to encircle my neck. A finger looped through the D-ring of my collar, and he fucked me even harder. The Swarovski crystals clanged together, jingling against my breasts. My orgasm swelled and swelled, my pussy making wet, indecent noises with each brutal thrust of his magnificent cock.
“Come for me, Princess,” Derek commanded, whispering it in my ear, just for me to hear.
I shattered around him. Shattered into a thousand pieces. I broke like a mirror as the orgasm clanged through me. I screamed his name, uncaring that I didn’t call him ‘Sir’, uncaring that I was watched by a crowd of strangers.
In that moment, it was just me and Derek.
The
pleasure wracked through my body in waves upon waves. Derek held me tight against him as he burst inside me, his own guttural groans filling the air with my screams. His thrusts slowed. He pumped a few more times for our benefit, milking out every last bit of pleasure that could be had between us.
“Fuck, Alexandra,” he whispered in my ear, hands gently cupping my breasts. “That was incredible.”
I smiled, nodding my agreement, and nuzzled my head into his neck. He nibbled my earlobe.
“Grab your clothes. Let’s get out of here and into a bed.”
I blinked, becoming all too aware of the crowd, and the show we’d just given them. A blush warmed my face as I gathered my babydoll and thong, and followed Derek off stage. He put the bench in the ‘used’ section before he ushered me out a door and into the hallway again. He didn’t bother to put my clothes back on. I supposed it didn’t really matter.
I was in a bit of a daze as we went back into the elevator and he pushed the button for another level. He held me close as we rode up a few more floors. This floor had more doors, all of them with a bed engraved on the outside. Derek pulled me into one, and I was relieved to find it was just an ordinary room with a King-sized bed.
We collapsed into that bed. Derek lost his clothes along the way to join me in my nudity. I was exhausted. So exhausted. I didn’t bother taking off the crystal top as I laid my head on Derek’s warm, broad chest and fell asleep.
Chapter Nine
DEREK
I woke to an empty bed. I sat up, searching for her. The bathroom door was cracked open, and inside, Alexandra gaped at her ass in the mirror. The beast rumbled with satisfaction. I’d taken care not to overlap any of the blows. From the top of her ass, all the way to mid-thigh, the word ‘SLUT’ was bright and visible.
My masterpiece.
“Wow,” she said, catching my gaze in the mirror.
I got out of bed. Those sea-green eyes landed on my morning wood. Stiff, hard, and wanting her. She’d taken the Swarovski top off. I eyed her nipples and watched them harden in the mirror. I walked up behind her. My cock slipped between her thighs as I filled my hands with her breasts.
