by Fawn Bailey
“He looks it,” I giggled nervously.
Olivier’s hand grabbed mine, and suddenly he was pulling me away, out of the packed ballroom and into the balcony that overlooked Thorn’s rose gardens.
There were fewer people out there, and the air was cool - a pleasant reprieve from the interior, where I felt constricted despite the pleasant temperature.
“Why me?” I asked Olivier as a waiter offered him a cigar and he accepted it.
“Why not?” he returned the question. “You're stunning. Young, beautiful. And I bet that pussy is as tight as I imagine it.”
I blushed, glancing at the people around us. Everyone seemed oblivious to what we were doing, but it still made me nervous as hell.
“Cat got your tongue?” he laughed. “I’ll just have to wait and see, won’t I?”
“You... I...” The words weren’t coming, and I struggled, shaking my head to get the dirty thoughts off my mind. “You can’t just say that. We aren’t going to...”
“Fuck?” he interrupted, giving me a self-assured smile. “No, not if you don’t want it. But I know you do. Isn’t that right, chérie?”
“I...”
Once again, my words failed me, and I just stared at my shoes, blushing to the roots of my hair.
He smoked his cigar excruciatingly slowly, as if trying to delay everything on purpose. It gave me time to think about what I wanted, and with a start, I realized he was right.
I wanted to kiss him.
I wanted to touch him.
I wanted to fuck him.
“Olivier,” I whispered, and he turned his smoldering eyes to mine, the smoke from his cigar making him look even more dangerous and enticing. “Can we go somewhere more private?”
“I thought you’d never ask, chérie,” he said, putting out his cigar and pulling me with him back inside the house.
When his fingers touched my skin, I ignited, became alive under his touch. He was like fire and ice together, filling me with needs I never knew I had.
He didn’t stop in the ballroom, instead pulling me deeper into the belly of the house, finally stopping in the hallway.
He pushed me against the hallway wall, a ragged breath ripping itself from my lips as he reached under my dress. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, having expected some foreplay, something, anything, to make me less nervous.
He toyed with the garter I was wearing, tugging on the lace and ruffle before ripping it off in one solid, fast motion.
“Fuck,” he muttered into the shell of my ear. “I can fucking smell that wet little cunt from here.”
“Don’t,” I whispered, and his fingers tangled in my hair, forcing my head back against the wall, making me look at him. “Don’t say things like that, it’s so... so...”
“So what?” he growled, his powerful hand tightening around my throat. “Tell me, chérie. Or would you prefer to just follow orders?”
“Orders,” I breathed.
“Okay,” he said smoothly in response. “First of all, this is a one-night thing. Do you understand? No strings attached. No calls, no meetings after this. You will never see me again.”
My stomach tightened into knots and I swallowed thickly, trying to nod in the grip of his strong, capable fingers.
“Say it,” he said.
“I understand,” I whispered, my whole body shaking as he held me against the wall. “Nothing after tonight.”
He let up on me, still holding me in place but letting me breathe just a little easier, and I gulped down oxygen in hungry, needy breaths.
“Calm down,” he told me. “Nice and easy. Remember. Breathing is key. So, in and out. Come on, for me.”
I tried my very best and he grinned at me.
“Where’s your room?” he growled next, and I pointed upstairs only to make him shake his head. “No. Too far. Something on this floor. Where?”
“Why don’t you come and join us?”
We both turned around sharply, and when I saw the owner of the voice, my blood ran cold.
Rueben Thorn stood to the side of the hallway, as handsome and somber as ever. Rose was behind him, hiding behind his arm as if she hadn’t meant to see what was going on.
“We would all love to see what you’re planning for one another,” Thorn added with a devious smile, his eyes shifting to Olivier. “Go on. Tell her to strip. We all want to see.”
Harlow stepped from behind him while I stood frozen under Olivier. She smirked at me, and my heart pumped into overdrive as we stared each other down.
“Do you want to see, Rose?” Thorn asked her, his eyes imploring mine to protest.
“I do,” Harlow replied, giving me a coquettish smile.
“Well now,” Thorn said smoothly. “You don’t want to disappoint the lady of the manor, do you, Olivier?”
“No,” he growled in response. “I’d be happy to please you both.”
With one rip, he tore off my excuse for a dress, exposing my nakedness to the entire room. I rushed to hide my body, but he clicked his tongue at me, and I let my arms fall down by the side as he circled me. Like a wolf and his prey... and he was going in for the kill.
I shook standing in front of him, my body trembling under his watchful gaze. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Thorn pulling Harlow flush against him.
But my full attention was on the man circling me, his fingers stroking this, pinching that. His mouth joined the delicate torture, nipping at my waist, my tits, touching his lips to my hair. It drove me wild, but I was too afraid to show just how turned on I was getting. I stood frozen to the spot while a small crowd gathered around us.
People I’d seen only moments ago, shaken hands with, had polite conversations with, were now painted in a completely different light.
The way they looked at me was almost obscene, men touching women, women touching women, men touching men.
“Bring her forward,” Harlow told Olivier with a girlish giggle. “I want everyone to see how lucky she is.”
Olivier nudged me forward, and I blushed to the roots of my hair being forced to walk naked down the hallway, past all those staring eyes, and into the ballroom.
Thorn and Rose walked in behind me, hand-in-hand. I stared at Harlow with newly found hatred as Olivier ordered me to my knees in front of fifty guests.
“I heard this party is all about you,” he told me sweetly while the others formed a circle around us. “So I take it you like attention?”
“N-No,” I stuttered, forcing my eyes to the floor.
“Now, I don’t think that’s true,” Olivier said, approaching me and grabbing a tassel whip from Thorn’s outstretched hand. “Are you lying, little girl? I don’t like liars. I think you do like attention. I think you like it very much. I think all good girls do. Am I right, chérie?”
I nodded, my throat too dry to force out a response, and this time, he seemed to forgive me for my lack of words.
“Now,” he went on, his voice dark and sultry. “Why don’t we have some fun with you, little girl?”
“Please,” I managed to get out, my eyes still stuck to the floor. “Please, please.”
“Please, what?” he asked, coming closer and forcing my chin up with the butt of the whip. “You need to tell me what you want, little girl. Otherwise, I cannot give it to you.”
My eyes darted across the room. All those strangers, all those eyes staring at me. I felt panic and bile rising in my throat when Olivier turned my chin back to face him.
“Look at me,” he instructed. “Only at me.”
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Yes,” he corrected me. “Yes, Sir.”
“Yes, Sir,” I repeated breathlessly.
“Good.”
His smile was the only reward I needed.
“Are you ready to play?” he asked, and I swallowed before looking into his eyes.
They weren’t as dark as I first thought. They were light brown, not quite hazel, not quite anything - an odd light color that stood ou
t sharply against his tanned complexion. He was wickedly handsome, and I felt my body being pulled to his in a desperate attempt to get closer.
“Yes,” I breathed, making him laugh out loud.
“This will be fun,” he promised.
Olivier
I made her wait in the middle of the room while I retrieved some things from Thorn. Moments later, I approached her naked, shaking body, and presented her with a black silk eye mask.
“Are you sure?" I asked her, making sure to give her a choice.
I didn’t want to hurt her intentionally.
I wanted her fucking begging for it.
She nodded, her eyes glued to mine and her slender throat swallowing down those nerves.
I tied the mask around her eyes, and she gasped lightly when my fingers brushed her cheek. I made sure to let them linger, feeling her silky soft skin under my fingertips.
“Good girl,” I whispered, watching her knees buckle just the slightest bit.
It made me grin wide as I took a step back, watching the people who’d gathered around us.
“On your knees, Amber,” I told her. “Get on all fours for me.”
She followed my instructions, finally letting those knees give out and falling to the floor for me. I circled the space around us, making guests back up while they watched us. I could already see fingers sneaking into underwear, lips brushing lips, cocks out and ready to be played with.
I chuckled to myself.
This was what I fucking lived for.
“Amber,” I said, walking around her, inspecting her body for nonexistent flaws and making her shiver under my gaze.
“Besides only calling me Sir, you will only speak when spoken to. You will do anything I say. Anything I tell you tonight. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she breathed, and I rewarded her with a slap on her ass, making her jump.
“Good girl,” I said again. “You’re not to come without permission.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
Her body arched when I touched the tassels to her spine, and I licked my lips, my thoughts filled with ideas on how to torture her further.
“Amber,” I went on, letting her name roll off my lips and making her tremble even more. “I understand you haven’t had a purpose in your short life.”
“I have,” she interrupted.
I smacked her ass with the whip, making her moan loudly. The guests were watching, the room getting hotter by the second.
“Remember to follow the rules, Amber,” I told her. “Only speak when spoken to. But you say you have had a purpose... What are you, Amber?”
“I’m...” she whispered.
The whip cracked against her skin again, making her gasp and the guests watch even more intently.
“Answer faster,” I growled at her. “Do not disappoint me.”
“A toy,” she squeaked, and I rewarded her by letting my hand brush over her ass.
“A toy?” I repeated. “You are a toy?”
“Yes, Sir,” she confessed. “A toy.”
“Whose toy?” I demanded.
“A man’s...” she whispered.
“A rich man, I’m certain,” I laughed, glancing at the crowd. “You know, I had to pay a lot of money for the pleasure of your company tonight.”
She stayed quiet, and I rewarded her by brushing my lips against her neck. She huffed out a breath, and her body was shaking so much I wasn’t sure how she managed to stay put.
“So you’ve been nothing but a rich man’s toy yet, Amber?” I asked.
“N-No,” she admitted.
“Would you like to be more?” I whispered in her ear. “Would you like to belong? To obey and serve? Would you like to be... owned?”
She stayed quiet, her bottom lip shaking as I unbuttoned my pants, taking out my throbbing cock. I stepped behind her, dropping to my knees and letting my tip circle her dripping cunt. She moaned out loud, throwing her head back while I chuckled.
“Come on, Amber,” I said. “I know you have a pretty little voice... I’m sure it can do more than moan.”
“Yes,” she admitted. “I want to be more.”
“How badly?” I groaned, spreading her pussy lips and pressing my precum into her clit. “How badly, chérie?”
“My pussy needs it,” she whispered.
“Louder,” I commanded, teasing her entrance open and making her shake. “Tell everyone. You know how many people there are watching your naked, dripping fucking cunt? You have fifty people’s eyes on you, chérie. You’d better impress them for the price I paid tonight. So, tell me fucking louder.”
“My pussy needs to be fucked, Sir,” she moaned wantonly. “I need to feel you in my cunt.”
“I’ll count you down,” I told her, grabbing her voluminous hair and holding it in a twist at the back of her head. “On three, I’m going to fuck you. One...”
She bucked her hips, trying to force herself on my cock, but I held onto her hair tight, making sure she couldn’t fuck her tight little hole.
“Ah ah ah,” I scolded her. “Two...”
A mewl came from her lips, so sweet and innocent I couldn’t resist the siren call of her thick hips anymore.
I plunged inside her, making her cry out in protest.
“I’m sorry, chérie,” I told her sweetly. “That cunt smells too sweet for me to resist...”
She started moaning, and my right hand reached for her mouth, hooking a finger between those hungry lips. My left hand held the whip, cracking it over her supple skin every so often.
“So many people, watching only you,” I told her as I fucked that tight, young body. “You’ve got everyone’s attention, rich man’s toy. Now show them what you can do.”
She cried out as I fucked deeper, my cock hitting a wall deep inside her and forcing my way through the barriers her body had put up, breaking down every wall standing in my way.
I groaned, grabbing her by the throat.
“You’re a virgin?” I growled in her ear.
“Not any-anymore,” she whispered.
“You were,” I accused her. “Didn’t think to fucking tell me?”
“He just...” she swallowed, her breath hitching. “He just left my pussy for when he sold me... He fucked everything else, and it hurt.”
I could feel her breaking beneath me.
I pulled out and she shrieked as I turned her around forcefully on the ground, ripping her eye mask off. Our eyes connected, her gaze crazed and terrified, breaths short and heavy as her eyes met mine.
“It’s okay,” I told her, my voice gentle. “I’m going to take care of you, chérie.”
She nodded and let out the sweetest sob. I took her wrists in mine, pinning them above her head. Her eyes darted around the room, but I took her chin between my fingers and made her look at me.
“Shhh,” I told her. “Just look at me. You and me, chérie. There’s no one else in the room.”
She nodded again, starting to breathe slower, with her pupils dilating.
“Fuck me,” she finally whispered. “I want more.”
I held her legs up, and we both looked down between them to where my cock was entering her painfully slowly.
“Please, Sir,” she moaned, then focused her attention on me to whisper the two little words that would push me over the edge. “Please, Prince...”
“Fuck,” I groaned, pushing myself all the way inside her and making her arch that back.
Our eyes connected as we fucked, her name pounding through my head like a mantra while people gathered around us.
The party had transformed. There were moans, whispers, giggles all around us, and I watched women’s fingers touch Amber, gently teasing, touching, nipping at her skin.
Not a single man touched her.
These men knew how I liked to play.
Nobody else would ever touch my woman.
Amber never took her eyes off mine, and I fucked her like I already owned her while strangers’ fingers took f
rom her body as much as I let them have.
Rose approached us, and Amber’s eyes darted to her friend fearfully.
“Beautiful,” Rose muttered, giving her a pretty smile.
Thorn appeared by her side, and once again, Amber looked at him with fear.
“May I?” Thorn asked me, pointing to the whip.
I motioned for him to go ahead, pulling out of her dripping pussy and stroking her cheek. She was panicking, but I didn’t want to make this part easier for her. If Thorn wanted to punish her, he was more than allowed - she was still under his care.
“I don’t like you calling me by my first name,” he told her thoughtfully, and Amber winced when he gently touched the tassels to her nipple. “And you need to call my Rose by her proper name, too. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she nodded eagerly.
“I don’t think you do,” Thorn grinned.
The whip came down, smacking her skin and making her jump. Her tits reddened, and I groaned at the sight.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Thorn asked, his voice as sweet as if he were talking to a child. “Want me to make it better?”
“Yes,” she nodded miserably, and he gave the whip to me.
“Come on, Rose,” he told his woman. “Don’t you want to make things better for your best friend?”
Rose blushed, but nodded right away, dropping to her knees and gently sucking Amber’s nipple in her mouth. I grinned at the sight, watching Amber struggle in discomfort until the pleasure was too much and she let out a barely audible moan.
“I think she likes it,” Thorn said. “Should we let her have more?”
I glanced at all the people around us and muttered something in his ear. He looked at me for a moment, then smiled and nodded.
“Go with him,” he told Amber, motioning at me.
“W-Where?” she asked shakily, getting up from the floor.
“Anywhere he tells you, of course,” came Thorn’s reply.
I led her upstairs, and she showed me to her room. It looked magical in the midnight hour, shadows falling over the expensive furniture, silk curtains billowing in the wind.
I backed her up against the bed, and she mewled for me as I laid her on her back, our legs intertwining, my desperate cock pushing against her.
