His eyes flash with power and lust. He takes a step forward, and I’d take a step back, but I feel caught in his gaze and the steps are behind me.
“He’d love to have you, Olivia. They all would.” His eyes travel my body with obvious appreciation. He licks his lips and then meets my gaze again. “You will call them sir, unless I tell you otherwise.” He wraps the leash around his hand once, and then grips my chin in the same hand. His thumb rests gently on my lips.
“You did well, angel.” With his words of approval he drops his hand, and tugs gently on the leash. I’m quick to follow, feeling as though I’ve passed some sort of test of his.
I don’t want tests though. My feet continue to move as he leads me through a hall. My bare feet patter against the floor, but I can barely hear it. Dozens of people are talking and moving about. It’s surreal. I try to breathe, but my body isn’t cooperating. Kade leads me through a large set of dark wooden doors with intricate carvings, and the atmosphere seems to shift from lighthearted to something more dangerous and thrilling.
A sick feeling overwhelms me, but when I look up, awe replaces the negative emotions threatening to take over.
The room is like a ballroom. It reminds me of Beauty and the Beast in some respects, with large chandeliers and an expansive empty space with marble floors that shine in the dim light. But it’s dark. So dark. There’s faint music, but it’s not the sweet classics they dance to in fairytales. The beats are low and dangerous. They’re meant to entrance you.
The walls of the room are painted a dark grey, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows are draped with thick, dark red curtains. There’s a large mahogany bar in between the two windows, and servers dressed in simple black pants with tight, white t-shirts. It takes a moment for my eyes to focus, but there are cages lining the back wall. They’re large with a few square feet inside, and each one is nearly eight feet tall. With the low lighting it’s almost hard to see the women dancing in the cages. The shimmer of their silver dresses catches my eye as they move in rhythm to the beat of the music.
In the cage closest to me, a woman’s small hands are wrapped around the bars, making her look even more delicate. Her eyes are closed, and she's lost in the music. Her hands move to her body, traveling up to her neck seductively, then to her hair. Her movements are sensual and mesmerizing. It’s only when Kade takes a step forward and the chain pulls on my wrists do I realize I’ve been staring.
This room itself is a drug. It’s intoxicating, frightening, and electrifying all at once. Had I stepped into this room by my own volition, I would sway my hips to the music. I would close my eyes and get lost in the divine pleasure this room crafts. It seems like most of the people are on the outskirts of the room, staying close to the walls and talking and drinking. They're hardly paying any attention to the stimulating sensations overwhelming me.
There are a good number of people, a few dozen at least, dancing in the center of the room. Some women are dressed in clubwear and heels, while others, like me, are in bare feet and barely any clothes at all. The sea of swaying hips and hands caressing bodies is accompanied with couples grinding against one another.
I fixate on a couple at the very edge. The man is in low-hung pants and he isn’t wearing a shirt. He’s holding his partner up with his hands on her ass, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her head tilts back, and he kisses her neck as he pumps his arms up and down to the beat while she moves against him. My breathing comes in heavy pants as her lips part. They look so intimate that they must be fucking. But in a flash, they’re lost in the crowd.
My feet don’t stop moving as Kade tugs the chain around my wrists. He’s wrapped the chain around his hand so much I’m forced to stay close to him. It’s not until I hear the sounds of moaning and strangled cries that my feet stumble, and Kade’s there to catch me, as though he anticipated my fall.
The music dies as we move away from the dance floor and closer to a thick curtain that divides the room in half. Guarding the area where the curtain splits are two tall muscular men, wearing the same black pants and tight white t-shirts as the bartenders. The curtain is made from the same deep red fabric as the ones covering the windows.
As we approach, I can hear several women’s strangled cries, but I’m not certain if they're from pleasure, or pain. I grip onto Kade’s side, my nails digging into his muscular back. He wraps an arm around me, but even as my feet refuse to work, he continues to push me to move.
My body is a confusing mix of fear and curiosity, jumbled up with arousal and anxiety.
I only move because I have to, and as I walk in Kade’s embrace and see what lies in front of us, my blood runs cold.
Behind the curtain is a room of debauchery.
Anxiety races through my blood. I feel lost, just like Alice when she fell down the rabbit hole. There are multiple small areas separated by a thick, red rope, but each division is taken by a couple while spectators stand around watching. Some men are completely clothed, but a few have their pants undone and they’re openly stroking their erect cocks.
I try not to stare as I see a man standing in front of a scene with a woman on her knees in front of him. Her head bobs up and down his length. On a small stage before them the woman is being taken by two men. The woman at the spectator’s feet doesn’t bother to look at the scene. Her one hand balancing herself on his thigh and her other stroking him. She eagerly takes him into her mouth as his hand spears through her hair and he looks between her and the woman in front of him.
“They want that, angel.” I look up at Kade, scared and wanting to cling to him to save me. I want to plead with him not to leave me here. “They asked to be in this room.”
He tilts my head back so I’m forced to take in the room and this time I watch the scene playing out to my left.
The woman closest to me is completely naked and shackled to a bench. Her beautiful blonde hair is disheveled, but still partially pulled back in a ponytail.
I watch as her eyes close and she obeys her Master. He’s standing in front of her, with his hands resting on her arms as another man grips her hips from behind and thrusts himself deep inside her. Sounds of pleasure spill from her mouth as she takes the relentless thrusts. Her mouth parts, and her body trembles. The man behind her groans and pulls away from her, cumming violently on her lower back.
I watch her Master.
His eyes never leave her face. Another man comes up behind her and forcefully pounds her, making her entire body jolt forward as he fucks her with a ruthless pace.
She gives a strangled cry and reaches out for her Master. He holds on to her, supporting her head in his hands. I watch as he kisses her passionately, capturing her cries with his lips.
His other hand runs along the curve of her waist, trailing down between the bench and her body. He keeps his eyes focused on hers as he rubs her clit.
“Cum, esclave. Show them how good you feel, esclave,” he whispers into the space between them. She moans into his mouth and takes the punishing fuck from the stranger behind her.
I’m entrapped in their passion; I've never seen anything like this before.
Kade pulls me away, and I refuse to look at the other scenes. I'm overwhelmed with my own varied emotions and concerns.
Does that woman even know who the man behind her is?
Does her Master? Has he given them permission ahead of time, or would he let anyone fuck her?
The questions race through my mind. But the truth is, I’m not disgusted; I’m enthralled. My skin heats and tingles, and my pussy grows hot with need.
This is wrong. This is terrifying. But for a moment, it’s intoxicating. The erotic thrill confuses me, and makes me genuinely afraid.
“Come, angel,” Kade says as he pulls the chain tight on my wrists. “Your training starts tonight.”
Olivia
Kade leads me through a narrow hallway and past a set of rooms. They’re small, and each have a large square window that lets the people in the hallway see the entire room
. There are small benches in the center of the hallway, but no one's sitting. A few windows have curtains pulled shut, but most are open so anyone can watch. I try not to look. I try not to listen to the sounds. But every one of my senses is flooded with sex. Sex is everywhere.
“You’ll watch tonight,” Kade says, stopping in front of a window.
His hands rest on my shoulders as I peer into the window and take in the scene. A redheaded woman with beautiful curls that drape down her back is turned away from us. A man stands to the left, circling her; he’s appraising her.
His hand settles on her hip and he pulls her backward so her back hits his chest. His head lowers and he whispers something into her ear.
I want to ask Kade if everyone here is like... us. If she’s forced to be there with him. She doesn’t look it. Neither has anyone else. This isn't what I expected.
The woman in the room molds her body to his and nods, making her red locks bounce. I have so many questions. Kade told me to be quiet though. My heart sinks slightly. I resist the urge to turn in his arms and plead with him. I feel so lost and confused. I don’t know anything.
The man leaves the woman standing with her back to us and approaches the window. He flicks a switch, and I hear a loud click.
“Tonight, my Sara will show her submission to me, and devotion to our lifestyle.” He walks to the far edge of the room and picks up something off the floor. It’s a paddle. My heart races faster in my chest. He’s going to beat her!
My legs move naturally in an attempt to protest and save her. My body heats. I can’t stand by and watch this. I won’t.
Kade’s hands dig into my shoulders, forcing me to stay where I am. “He’s not going to hurt her.” He says the words simply, but I don’t trust him. I don’t believe him. A man to my left turns his head and stares at me. I almost look up at him and sneer, but Kade grips my chin and lowers his lips to my ear.
“You’re being such a good girl, angel.” His words make my body melt into his. I can't deny his approval makes me weak. “Just watch.” He loosens his grip and takes my hips in his hands, keeping me in place.
“Kneel spread.” The man gives a forceful command, but he also raises his hand and then lowers it with his fingers fanned out.
The woman drops to her knees and spreads her legs wide. I try to look away, but Kade holds the nape of my neck. I can see everything. Her ass rests on the heels of her feet, and her back is straight. I try not to look, but my eyes are drawn to her glistening sex. A violent heat floods my face as I blush. I search her face for anything, but she’s completely neutral with her eyes on the floor.
“This position is excellent for display, but also for both punishment and reward due to the difficulty in maintaining the position, and the ease of access to her body, respectively” The man talks as he walks behind her. He sets the paddle down onto the bench and kneels next to her. He pinches her nipple and pulls outward. Her lips part slightly as her eyes close then slowly open, as she looks directly at his face.
“Good girl,” he says as his hands roam her body while she remains perfectly still, giving him full control to do whatever he wishes.
As she stays still, he spreads her lips for us to see. Her nipples harden, and her breathing picks up as his fingers pump in and out of her. Once, twice, but after the third time he stops. Her body shudders as he moves his fingers to her clit. He stands and offers her his fingers, covered with her arousal.
“Suck,” he commands, and before the word is even fully spoken, she takes them greedily into her mouth. She looks him in the eyes as she sucks and licks his fingers clean.
He smiles down at her and pets her hair before circling her body again and repeating the same routine again and again. Each time her legs seem to tremble more and more. Her breathing becomes ragged as she takes his fingers into her mouth. But she never finds her release. Instead he tells her to get into a different position, like the sitting position, which is exactly what I’d naturally assumed it would be.
I watch as she quickly moves from position to position as he orders her to do. Most seem to make sense, like the first. But others I wouldn’t expect. She knows each one perfectly though, and confidently maneuvers her body so she’s on display for him however he’s commanded.
What strikes me most is how at ease she is. She knows she won’t be punished; the presence of the paddle, even as he smacks it in his hand, doesn’t faze her in the least.
She stays in each position until told to resume a different position. I keep waiting for her eyes to catch mine. For some reason I need her to see that I’m watching. I feel as if I could tell she was okay, if only she would look at me. But she never does. Her eyes stay on the floor, or on her Master. Not once do they move to anyone else.
“Present down.” As he says the words, his submissive lowers her body forward with her arms at her side. The man circles her once, but I can already tell something’s wrong. His forehead is pinched, and his breathing quickens.
“You know this one, little bird. Are you doing this deliberately?” he asks her. It’s the first time his voice has taken an edge of authority.
The woman lifts her head. A blush rises to her cheeks. “It’s the last one,” she says hesitantly.
He cocks a brow at her and crouches in front of her, but to one side so we can see her face. “Did you think you needed to fail one?” he asks.
She did it on purpose? My heart beats so loudly, it nearly drowns out all other sounds. I hear a rough chuckle from the man to my left. But I only faintly register it.
“I thought they should see the whip position,” she whispers. He leans forward and takes her chin in his hand. He plants a quick kiss on her lips.
“Then get into position, my pet.” She gives him a small smile and raises her ass in the air.
“My Sara deliberately disobeyed me. She also decided to top from the bottom.” Sarah's body tenses on the ground. I don’t know what his words mean, but I can at least tell she wasn’t expecting them. “She will be properly punished.”
He turns and picks up the wooden paddle off the bench.. He turns it over in his hands, examining it. He leans down and gently places it flat against her ass. He lifts it high and I close my eyes, waiting to hear a loud smack! But there’s nothing. My body is tense. I slowly open my eyes and let out a shaky exhale.
Kade kneads my shoulders and says, “Relax, angel.” His voice is soft and smooth.
I watch as the man pushes the handle of the paddle in and out of her pussy. I can’t see everything, but I know that’s what he’s doing. His other hand is on her back, keeping her shoulders down and he’s watching her face intently.
He withdrawals the paddle suddenly, and the submissive whimpers. “You’d be cumming by now if you’d done what you were supposed to do, Sara.” He puts the handle of the paddle to his mouth and tastes her juices. Her eyes stay forward, unaware of what he’s doing behind her. I watch as he unzips his pants and steps out of them, his large, erect cock on full display. He bends down behind her and runs the paddle along her spine, and over her ass.
My breathing picks up as I watch the man lift the paddle and then swing it down, hitting the woman’s ass and leaving a bright red mark. Her head flies up and she screams out with obvious pain.
In a quick movement, the paddle slaps against her ass again. Smack! My body jumps as Sara lets out a wail. Again and again he swings the paddle. Her face is scrunched up and she tries to muffle her noises as he spanks her over and over.
My eyes refuse to close, and I struggle to breathe. My fists clench. She knew this would happen, I repeat to myself over and over. It’s okay. She knew.
And then something changes. Her back arches, and she seems to greet the paddle invitingly, rather than struggling to stay in position. Her face relaxes, and she screams out a sound of pure pleasure.
Smack!
“Yes!” she screams, and I stand in shock.
Kade’s arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me close to him so my back
is pressed against his chest. I feel his hard erection digging into me at my back. My eyes close, and I swallow thickly as my nipples harden and arousal pools between my legs.
Intellectually, I’m confused with a range of emotions. But my body isn’t. And it’s betraying me.
Kade whispers in my ear, “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
The man gentles his hand on her ass, right on the bright red mark, and she winces. He shushes her and sets the paddle down on the bench again. He strokes his cock as he examines her ass. A moment passes in silence.
“Present down, correctly this time!” her Master says.
Kade’s hand slowly travels to my hip, pausing for a brief moment and then continues moving lower.
“Answer me, angel,” Kade says in a smooth voice.
Other spectators gather around as the woman moves to her knees. She spreads them wider than the last time and lowers her upper body flat against the floor, her arms straight out and her palms up.
“No, Master K.” The words fall from my lips as the man in the room settles on his knees behind the woman and lines his dick up at her opening. She rocks her pussy against him and moans before he’s even touched her. He shoves himself inside of her and her head lifts with her mouth shaped in a perfect O. He thrusts behind her with an arm bracing her body. His other hand wraps around her throat, and he lowers his chest to her back.
“Good girl,” he says as his pace picks up. His other hand rubs her throbbing clit. He kisses her neck and nips her ear. “So fucking good,” he breathes into her ear as he fucks her with a relentless pace.
Kade’s own fingers travel to my heat. “Oh, angel,” Kade groans as his fingers spread the moisture up to my clit. He kisses the tender spot behind my ear as the man grips the woman’s hips and lifts her body off the floor to push deeper into her with each hard thrust.
I close my eyes as Kade’s fingers dip into my soaking wet pussy.
Kade nips my ear and hisses an admonishment. “Open your eyes.”
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