“Why is everyone looking at me like that, Master?” I ask.
“Because they know we’re going to do something special now …” he whispers, still holding me close to his body.
“Why me?” I ask.
“I had no other choice,” he says, the darkness in his voice scaring me more than the people watching me as we walk to the center of the room.
There’s a rope tied to the ceiling and a bar lies on the floor. He grabs the rope and slides his hands down my arms, then lifts them up in the air by my wrists. Sensually, he looks me in the eyes as he ties the rope around my wrists. My heart beats in my throat as I’m bound to place, barely able to contain myself. The tiny outfit I’m wearing makes me feel like everyone’s watching me as if I’m a sex object. Maybe I am.
Maybe I was wrong about Master Marcus all this time.
Is this what he wanted all along?
To strap me to the ceiling and do stuff to me in front of people?
Thoughts about pain and punishment rush through my mind, and I part my trembling lips. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
He places a finger on my lips and leans in next to my ear. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to fuck you. Hard.”
My pupils dilate. “In front of everyone?”
“Like I said … this is the only way. Just let it happen. You’re in my hands now, and I won’t let you go,” he says with a slick, low voice.
He circles around me, tightening the rope wherever he can until it’s almost twisting into my skin. The burn reminds me of what my former Master used to do to me. Something Master Marcus hasn’t done to me … but could at any moment.
Maybe I was wrong thinking he wouldn’t.
But my Master’s will is law. His desires are my only rule.
I have to submit. Even if it becomes my own undoing.
So I hang in the middle of the room, watched by his people, people I don’t know, as he hooks his fingers under my thong and pulls it down slowly until he exposes my bareness to all. A flush reddens my cheeks and heat rushes through me as their gaze falls on my naked body. But then his fingers caress me, slowly paving a path toward my face, commanding attention.
“Focus on me. Forget them. Forget everything. Remember only my eyes. My voice. My needs,” he says, cupping my jaw. “Now, spread your legs.”
I nod, feeling the heat pool in my belly as I do as he asks. He picks up the bar on the floor, which has metal clasps on each end, and positions it between my legs. Then he locks it in place, securing the metal clasps around my ankles. Now, I’ve truly surrendered to his mercy.
He circles around me with a dark but provocative look on his face, one that tells me things are about to get dirty.
As he stands behind me, pressing soft kisses on the back of my neck, I can’t help but notice the lady in the corner staring at me. Even though a red, velvety mask hides her eyes, the way she looks at me from afar still haunts me. And then I notice the guy standing beside her in leather pants, naked up top, fondling her breasts and kissing her everywhere.
She must be one of Master Marcus’s guests, and he must be hers, just as I am his. She seems to be enjoying the show, judging by the way that she licks her lips.
I close my eyes, breathing out a puff of air as my Master licks my earlobe and suckles on it briefly.
“Think only of me,” he whispers.
His hands settle on my ass and he spreads my cheeks to expose the plug that has been sitting there for hours. It felt so full at first, but then it slowly turned pleasurable as I walked around the house and went about my day. When my Master tugs it, I feel it slipping out of me, the fullness overwhelming me. I hold my breath as he gently pulls it out, holding me in place.
“Well done,” he murmurs, and he leaves a lustful kiss on my shoulders that has me panting.
It feels wrong to have so many people watching me as he strips me from my clothes and takes out a plug, but it is what he wants … and what he wants should be what I want.
But then why doesn’t it feel that way?
I have no time to think it over, as Master Marcus has gotten lube from someone and spreads it all over my puckered hole. I hear a zipper being pulled, his warm cock spilling out against my ass. He squirts more lube on top and slides his dick between my cheeks, making it even harder to breathe.
God, I feel so ashamed yet turned on by him. It feels wrong with all these people around us, but as long as my Master is here and he’s the only one touching me, I think I can handle this. I must. I have no other choice, as I’m left completely hanging by a thread of his mercy.
He positions the tip of his length at my back entrance, grabbing my hair to pull my head back and whispering, “This might sting a little, but know that it pleases me when I fuck your ass.”
The spreader bar keeps my legs from closing as he pushes his cock into my tiny hole.
I hiss and clamp my fingers around the rope as he slowly fills me with his hard-on, the fullness of it indescribable.
“Take it like a good girl, Ava,” he murmurs against my ear.
He grips my hips tight, pushing in until he hits the base. I can feel him everywhere, and I feel like I’m about to explode. Especially when he slides his hand to the front of my legs and cups my pussy.
“Mine.”
Just that single growl has me whimpering, wanting more.
He teases me with his index finger, toying with my clit in front of everyone, and I feel humiliated, reminded of what I am … what I’ll always be. Someone else’s property, to use and fuck as he sees fit.
He slowly thrusts in and out, getting me used to the fullness and size of his cock in my ass. I can feel the pain sizzling in my ass, but I can handle it as long as he’s here. His fingers never leave my pussy, building the pressure between my legs as I feel the excitement rising. The more he touches me, the more I begin to drip, which makes him groan with delight. He grins against my skin and plants kisses everywhere—on my shoulder, the back of my neck—leaving hot, wet trails wherever he goes.
My eyes briefly flash open from arousal, which is when I notice the same lady in the corner staring at me. Only, this time, the guy she brought with her is between her legs, licking her pussy.
“Close your eyes,” Master Marcus whispers. Thank you, thank you, I think to myself. He adds, “Focus only on my cock claiming your ass.”
I release the tenseness of my muscles, as I realize it’s no use fighting this. He will get what he wants because he’ll take it. He is the Master … and I am the servant.
As lust and fear begin to mix, I feel light-headed, and his moans confuse me, turn me on, make me feel like I want to be fucked. Perhaps I do because I crave nothing more than for him to want me, to stay with me, to cherish me.
I want him, so I let him fuck me raw.
He begins to pound into me, harder, faster, clenching my body close to his. The bar barely keeps me standing, as I tiptoe around, held in place only by his eager hands clutching my hips. His nails dig into my skin as he fucks me raw, impaling me with his length over and over again until the pain turns into pleasure and all I want is for him to fuck me more.
For a moment, I even forget about all the people standing around us, dancing to the music, fucking to the sight of us.
Master Marcus grips my face, covering my lips with his hand while he fucks me into oblivion. I couldn’t scream, even if I wanted to. Only short moans and gasps escape my mouth as he drives his cock into me, one hand still pleasuring my pussy. I can’t hold it much longer, my body shaking with desire.
“Let go, Ava. Come for me, and I will fill your ass with cum just like you want me to,” he whispers into my ear.
His voice alone makes me fall apart in his hands. He fingers me roughly, intensifying the orgasm rippling through me. My legs feel like they’re about to collapse underneath me, and the only thing holding me in place is the rope and his body jammed against me, his cock filling me up to the brim.
I can feel him inside me �
�� pulsing … exploding with cum. It comes with a groan and a tightened grip on my pussy, almost as if my orgasm made him come. He thrusts in three more times before his flaccid cock slides out of my ass, along with his cum which drips down my legs.
I don’t open my eyes.
I don’t make a sound.
For a moment, I just want to linger in this airlessness, the weightlessness that I feel as I hang like a pretty, strung-up doll with a satisfied smile on her face.
But then Master Marcus slaps my ass, waking me up from the trance.
“I hope you enjoyed the show, everyone,” he muses, and everyone muffles their laughter and whispers among themselves.
“Thank you, Master,” I say with a soft voice, trying not to let anyone but him hear it.
He doesn’t say anything. As he zips his trousers, I see the lady push aside the guy who was eating her pussy, her skirt dropping back to its rightful position. She marches over toward us.
“Is that it?” She folds her arms.
Marcus steps in front of me, blocking her from my view. “I fucked her.”
“Yes, you fucked her … and? It wasn’t enough,” she says, frowning.
“It’s all you’ll get.”
“I don’t agree.” She snaps her fingers, and the guy who was just licking her pussy walks to her side. “Let’s add some more fun to the mix, shall we? I think we’re all in for more.”
The crowd cheers.
Panic rushes through my veins.
“You all have dicks and pussies. Go fuck each other. Plenty to see,” Master Marcus growls.
“I have a much better idea. Why not let the two of them try each other out?” the woman muses, and she pushes the guy toward me. “Go lick her pussy.”
“What?” The word rolls off my tongue before I realize it.
Master Marcus grinds his teeth, making a fist, but he doesn’t move. Instead, he just stands there as the guy approaches, his eyes to the floor, ready to bend over and lick me.
But just the thought of it makes me want to scream.
I don’t know him.
I don’t know any of these people, yet I’m submitted to their every whim, like some sex puppet. It scares me more than anything does, knowing I can’t do a thing about it. I can’t run. I can’t fight. I can only hang and beg for mercy.
And the scariest part is that I don’t want it.
I don’t want them to use me.
I don’t want anyone to fuck me, to lick me, to even touch me, unless it’s Master Marcus.
I don’t know why I feel this way, or what these emotions are, because I’ve never felt them before. But they’re here, and I can’t deny them any longer.
“Please,” I whimper, trying to draw my Master’s attention.
I don’t know what drives me to plead for him to intercept the guy as he kneels and hovers closer to my pussy … what comes over me as I scream, “No!”
Heads turn in shock.
I said the word. That one word no servant is ever supposed to say.
I swallow, but it will not bring the word back into my mouth. All I can do is pant and sweat, hoping that my Master will forgive me for my disobedience. For my shame.
When he glances over his shoulder at me, infuriated, I cringe, wishing I could turn back time and undo what I did.
But then he does the strangest thing.
He growls, “Stop.”
Loud and clear, like a lion’s roar.
“No,” the woman says, “Don’t tell my boy to stop. He was just about to get started.”
In one fierce swoop, Master Marcus pulls my body away from the guy’s tongue, and he shoves him down to the floor. “I said no.”
The woman storms into the circle. “How dare you. Don’t touch him. I gave him an order.”
“And I said no. I won’t say it again.” My Master unties the rope around my wrist quickly.
“What’s your problem? We were just about to get started. We were having fun, and now, you have to go and blow it all?”
“I gave you what you wanted,” he yells.
When the ropes fall off my wrists, I almost tumble over, but my Master catches me in his strong arms.
“You gave me what I wanted?” The woman laughs maniacally. “Not even close. You call this a party? Pathetic. You just fucked her. In and out. That’s not a show.” She shakes her head. “I’ve had about enough of this.”
She stares at her boy and licks her lips. “You. Go lick her pussy now and make it a good show.”
Then she pulls a knife from her waistband.
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Ava
A knife.
Just the shimmer of the blade already has me cowering in fear.
The damage it could do is quite substantial, and I don’t know what she’s planning.
Will she hurt me if I don’t agree? Or will she attack my Master?
When the guy attempts to crawl toward me again, I panic and bury myself in Master’s arms.
Within a flash, Master Marcus pulls out a gun from underneath his vest and points it at the woman.
The whole room seems to have frozen, and I hear gasps all around.
“No.” His voice is low but booming, filling the room.
The woman’s eyes narrow as the knife in her hand changes positions. Instead of pointing at the guy, it now points at my Master.
“You dare threaten me in my own home?” he growls.
“You’re the one carrying a gun. I thought this was a no-weapons party,” she sneers.
“Look who’s talking.”
“You should’ve given me what I asked for.”
“I’ve given you more than you asked for. Our deal is done,” he spits. “Now, get out.”
“What? You think you can just decide what happens? I’m not fucking happy, Marcus.”
“Get. Out.” The gun clicks as he places his finger over the trigger.
“You wouldn’t …” the woman hisses.
“Try me.”
They stare at each other for what seems like ages but is only seconds before she growls, “Fine.”
She steps forward and grabs the shoulders of the guy on the floor just inches from my feet.
“Don’t you fucking touch him,” my Master growls, grabbing the guy’s arm and pulling him up to stand. “He’s mine.”
“What?” The woman’s face contorts.
“Leave!” The gun is aimed at her head.
She narrows her eyes, taunting him. I can see the drops of sweat trickle down his forehead. This won’t end well if she doesn’t leave right now. I can see it in his eyes … that rage … I saw it before on the day he came home covered in blood.
He’ll kill her.
She swallows, visibly shaken, and then tucks her knife back where it came from.
“You’ll hear from me. Bet on it,” she hisses, and then she stampedes off.
All eyes follow her as she storms out the door and slams it shut behind her.
Then everything grows quiet.
After a while, my Master yells, “Party’s over. Pack it up.”
He directs his attention toward Amelia. “Clean the place up. When you’re done, lock up and go home, please.”
“Yes, Sir.” Amelia immediately starts bringing trays back to the kitchen.
People start babbling, whispering silently among each other as they put on their clothes and scurry toward the door. It feels like a weight lifted off my shoulders as the last person shuffles out behind the rest, leaving us three breathing a sigh of relief.
Three.
Not one. Not two. We’re with three now.
And I just know it’s gonna get wild.
I have no time to wonder why he’s staying here as my Master lifts me up from the floor and carries me away in his arms. He doesn’t even take the time to take off the spreader bar that’s still attached to my ankles before bringing me to my bed.
He sets me down on the mattress and takes a sweater out of the closet. As he pulls the long sweater over m
y head, I feel like I owe him an apology for saying no.
It wasn’t supposed to happen, yet it did anyway.
But something deep inside of me prevents me from opening my mouth … something that fills me with rage. A sense of justice.
I frown, gazing down at the floor as my Master undoes the straps around my ankles and frees my legs. They’re red, just like my wrists, and he takes them into his hand, rubbing them softly.
“I … I …”
“You hate me,” he says.
He looks up at me from underneath his eyelashes. The eye contact alone brings tears to my eyes. “Tell me what you think.”
“I thought it would be only you and me …” I whisper. “Not a room full of people.”
“You thought wrong.”
“You made me think this way. You made me feel this way.” A tear rolls down my cheek.
“It’s the boy, isn’t it? It’s what finally made you say no.”
I nod. “I couldn’t … I shouldn’t have said it …”
He grabs my hand and pets it gently, shushing me. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. I trusted you.”
I don’t know what compels me to say such a thing.
It’s wrong. Heinous. Something a servant should never do.
But the betrayal stabbing at my heart is too strong.
He did something to me that broke me. Made me wish I wasn’t there, being fucked in front of everyone, almost used by a guy I don’t know. My former Master would’ve done the same with a snap of the finger. He would’ve let all his men take me one by one … but Master Marcus is not my former Master.
Master Marcus is so much more than that.
For some reason, I expected that he wouldn’t do this to me.
I guess, in the end, I was wrong to trust him. To feel that I could mean more to him, that he saw me as more than just a servant. I shouldn’t ever have thought any of those things… because nothing will change what I am. What I was born to be.
My hand slips out of his as I lose the will to fight.
“Hey, look at me,” he says.
My eyes turn to his but only out of obligation and the need to follow the rules. Not because I really want to.
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