by Dae, Harlem
I thought about my cock between Zara’s tits and, feeling guilty, wondered what this woman’s would feel like clamped around me. She was pretty in a girl-next-door way, nothing to really write home about. I realised, with some surprise, that I didn’t find her sexually appealing and questioned whether it was because of her hair colouring. Zara’s, so black, made me think of debauchery and sin. This little lady…well, she was too much sweetness and light. She’d have appealed to me last week, though…
“These are the Swedes I mentioned,” Zara said quietly. “What they are about to do might shock the shit out of you, so be warned.”
I swallowed, thinking of Julie and The Harlequin. Could it be any worse than that?
I had no idea, but I’d soon be finding out.
Chapter Thirty-Three
I hadn’t had the heart to tell Victor tonight would be our last. How could I, when, once I’d turned to look at him, he’d melted my damn heart. Yes, I could admit it now—I was falling for him in a big way, and I just couldn’t allow us to go on any further. After he’d seen the Swedes, I’d tell him I thought he’d learnt all he needed to know. If he argued that I was reneging on our bet, so be it. I was his Mistress—right up until the second I gave him permission to be free—and he would jolly well do as I said.
No matter how much it hurt me. Better to let him go now than…
Anyway, him sitting beside me like he was, hand on the armrest as though he was going to reach out and touch me any second, had me wanting to move away. Not because I didn’t want his hands on me—far from it, I desperately wanted him all over me, and that was the problem.
“He’s a bit…big,” Victor whispered. “And she’s so small. Can she take him?”
I laughed—hard and long, a good release of tension. A bit cruel of me really, considering I knew what might be coming next. “Oh, yes, she can take him on.”
“So she’s used to him, then? The size of his cock when he gets bigger, I mean.”
I nodded, even though Victor wasn’t looking at me. “Lovisa’s used to Halsten.” Biting the inside of my cheek so I didn’t laugh again, I said, “This will be one of those times where you question your sexuality. That’s all the warning I’m going to give. Now, let’s keep quiet, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Victor settled back in his seat, but if I knew him he wouldn’t be like that for long. No, he’d either sit bolt upright or leap out of his chair to press his nose to the window. A week ago he’d have run for the door.
“Good evening, sinners!” Lovisa said, her accent thick. “Tonight we have a treat for you, a delight for your eyes, your cocks and your conts. Halsten has been a very bad boy, but if he is good now, he will get a reward.” She moved to stand in front of him and looked up at his face. “Are you going to be good for the sinners, Halsten?”
He nodded, widening his eyes, bushy brows lifting.
She reached up and grabbed a hank of his hair, wrapped it around her fist, then drew his face down with a sharp tug so his head bent to one side. “You had better be, for you know how I dislike it much when you are naughty.” She released his hair, then gave him a two-palmed shove to his chest. “Open the curtains, slave, and show the sinners what your treat will be tonight.”
I wondered what Victor was thinking. He had assumed Lovisa would be the submissive. Oh, how deceptive appearances could be.
Lovisa stepped away, the fabric of her outfit billowing around her, and went to select a flogger from the far-right wall. She chose one with hard, red plastic balls on the end—and God, they made quite a pattern on the skin. Hurt, too, I imagined, going by the great bellows Halsten had roared out the last time I’d watched them.
She turned to face the window again, dragging the strands across one palm. The balls tinkled. “Do you hear the sound?” she asked Halsten as he did as she’d ordered, drawing each curtain across in turn. “Do you think you can take these little balls tonight? I have chosen the ones with the tiny spikes on.”
He nodded vigorously, and the muscles in his arse flexed. I wondered how hard they would feel beneath my hands. He wasn’t for touching, though. Lovisa guarded him fiercely, and well she should. They were married, and with Halsten’s gladiator beauty, she needed to keep a firm hold of him. Women came here to watch this show and hung around in the car park afterwards just to get an extra glimpse of him. It wouldn’t surprise me if Lovisa had had to scare them off with a few well-chosen words.
“That’s good, slave, because I will use them whether you want me to or not. The spikes, ah, the sinners have paid for bloodshed this night and we shall make sure they have some, yes?”
Victor gasped. “Bloodshed? Oh, God, I can’t—”
“Oh, will you shh?” I smiled. My poor man… “Blood play is quite popular, you know. Now. Be. Quiet.”
Lovisa twirled the flogger in the air, the strands fanning out in an arc. “Now, sinners, can you see what we have here? What is here for Halsten?”
She stepped to a chunky metal table, which was on castors, a foot-long glass dildo attached to one of the longer edges. It jutted upwards, at an angle, the table and fake cock a perfect height for Halsten’s arse. Glass bollocks hung down and looked as delicate as the real thing, like they were water-filled transparent sacs.
“Turn the table around, slave, the opposite way to what it is now.”
Halsten obeyed, his flaccid dick swaying heavily.
“What the fuck,” Victor breathed, “is that? He’s never going to…it’s not going to fit up—”
“Watch,” I whispered.
“Now,” Lovisa said. “Secure the table so it does not roll.”
She slapped his arse with the flogger. Halsten hadn’t been expecting it—she normally waited until later to hit him—and his reaction was a yell of surprise. As he went down on his knees, she struck him every time he snapped a table leg lock in place. He grunted, as did Victor, although for quite different reasons, I imagined.
Lovisa pointed the flogger at Halsten. “Stay on your knees and come here.”
He shuffled until he knelt in front of her, side-on to the audience. She trailed the flogger over his cock. It jumped, grew a little.
“Get the chain,” she said, “And put the ring on.”
Victor was breathing heavily. I was sad I hadn’t shown him the pleasure of a ring, and I turned to watch Victor as Halsten slid it to the base of his now-growing cock. Victor was biting his bottom lip, gripping the armrests, eyes wide.
“Tighten it,” Lovisa snapped.
Victor inhaled sharply, eyes going even wider, and I knew Halsten had probably tightened the ring to the point that it appeared to be cutting into his skin.
“Look at the size of him,” Victor muttered. “How the hell does a little woman like that…?”
I smiled again then turned to watch the proceedings.
“Yes, what a beautiful cock,” Lovisa said. “It has got very big with the ring and will fill my cont nicely.”
“They’re going to fuck in front of us, aren’t they?” Victor asked, leaning forward.
I ignored him.
“Turn around,” Lovisa said, “and show the sinners how you like your erection kissed and licked and sucked.”
Halsten stood behind the table and stared down at the dildo for a moment. Then he eased out his tongue and bent forward to lick all over the balls. He laved up the shaft, wetting every bit of it before sinking the tip into his mouth. Victor groaned quietly. Halsten took more, his lips halfway down now, then stopped. I could feel the tip against the back of my throat as if I were the one doing the sucking. He pulled up then plunged back down again, setting a fast rhythm. Head and cock bobbing, the latter growing by the second.
“That is it,” Lovisa said. “That is how I suck you, except I do it”—she struck his arse with the flogger—“harder!”
His stifled moan and him jerking his hips forward, had the dildo popping out of his mouth.
“Do not stop!” Lovisa order
ed, treating him to another swipe—then another and another.
His arse was undoubtedly blooming pink, darker where the tiny spiked balls had bitten into him. He sucked on, and Victor let out a long, shuddering sigh. I glanced sideways and, by the light coming through the window, saw a telling bulge in his jeans. Once again he’d been turned on by another man—or perhaps it was Lovisa being so dominant.
“That is enough,” Lovisa said. “We get the idea. Stand and face me.”
Halsten gave one last pull up on the dildo then stood, red-faced and panting. His fingers twitched, and I wondered whether it was because he wanted to grab hold of himself to relieve the ache that was surely menacing his cock.
Lovisa circled him. “Ah, some blood has risen under the skin, sinners. This is delightful, yes?” She paused for a beat. “But you have paid for more, and more I shall give you. Halsten, show the good sinners your backside.”
He walked to stand in front of the table and displayed his arse.
“It is not red enough,” she said. “That is what I think. What do you think?” she asked, staring through the window.
“Looks bloody red enough to me,” Victor muttered.
Shouts of “More!” and “Blood!” were shouted from the other rooms.
“Just as I had suspected,” Lovisa said.
She moved to stand beside him and thwacked his arse several times in quick succession. Halsten bucked, jolted, his knees jerking, arse colour changing dramatically. Lovisa gave him a few more whacks, and he flung his arms out in front of him, fingers star-shaped, and belted out an almighty roar. She drew her arm back then brought the flogger down again in a particularly vicious strike. At last blood was shed, tiny trickles of it beading on his skin, welling to form fat droplets that sat there gloopy and shiny. Several over-weighted themselves and ran downwards, slipping from his arse cheeks to the tops of his thighs.
I looked at Victor.
He’d gone pale.
Other customers cheered, groaned, let out sounds of pleasure.
“Now then,” Lovisa said, drawing my attention back to her, “it is time.” She put the flogger on top of the table, opened a drawer underneath and took out some lube. She removed the lid, then leaned over the table to slather the cock with it. “Go and stand in front of the cock with your back to it.”
Halsten walked slowly, a shuffle that told how much his arse was hurting. He groaned and winced, but the sound had been one of satisfaction, as though every time he moved the pain resurfaced, reminding him of the pleasure she’d given him while flogging. I knew how that felt—my arse had grazed the sheets during the night and the pain had pulled me from sleep, made me relive my spanking.
“Sit on it!” Lovisa ordered.
Halsten presented us with his back, and he reversed slowly, stopping when the dildo touched the skin at the top of his crack. He gripped the table edge, lifted himself a little, and the tip disappeared into that dark valley, looking all the more shocking for the brilliant red smears of blood on his pale skin.
“That is right,” Lovisa crooned, “but you must take it all. I suspect not a bit of it is inside you yet. Sit on that cock and fuck it!”
I stared in wonder as he pushed down on the glass. His rim opened around it like a greedy mouth, his crack spreading wider the lower he went. He keened, long and low, and planted his hands on his thighs. The dildo appeared invisible by the time he’d gone right down to the base, his arse a gaping black hole. Lube had collected around its girth, wetting his skin either side so it glistened.
“It is all in, and feels good, yes?” she asked, standing in front of him. “And now you will stop this bending over nonsense and lift your body. Ah, that changes the feel, I know this. That is it, rise some more.”
Halsten panted through his movement.
“I shall shift the table now, slave, a side view for the next act.”
Lovisa walked around unsnapping the locks, then slowly turned the table, giving Halsten enough time to follow, the dildo still in place. She relocked the legs, and Halsten looked for all the world as though he was just leaning casually against the table edge.
“That cock of yours,” she said, giving it a little slap with her palm, “is about ready now to go in my cont.”
The audience cheered.
Victor didn’t. He stood, paced back and forth, his hand sheltering his eyes. “She’s too small compared to him. I don’t think I can watch. If she’s going to stand in front of him and he’s going to stick it to her up the arse—”
“Just watch, will you?” I said, thinking that he really wasn’t aware how accommodating a woman’s pussy could be. How it adapted to size.
He lowered his hand, rubbed his chest then put his fingertips on the little sill below the window, nose almost pressed to the glass, just the position I’d thought he’d end up in. It really was too fascinating not to stand up there. Fascination had certainly gripped me when I’d watched them for the first time, a mixture of horror, curiosity and sexual sensations careening through me.
Lovisa climbed onto the table beside him and reached across to put her hands on his shoulders. She leaned over, then moved one leg so she straddled him, braced above his erection with her knees on the table and her hands linked behind his neck.
“Can you all see, sinners?” she asked. “Can you see how his cock is waiting for my cont?”
Various replies were called out.
Victor shook his head. “She’s never going to sit on him while he’s still got that monster up his arse, is she?”
I didn’t feel the need to answer—he would see soon enough.
Lovisa plunged down. Halsten roared, her weight on him pushing his arse right into the table. His knuckles whitened as he increased his grip on the edge, and as his wife rode him, he let his head drop back. She kissed his neck, licked it, sucked his earlobes, all the while the symphony of his pleasure coming out as melodious groans. She stared down at where they joined, and after he’d panted a few times, he straightened his arms to give himself leverage. As she pulled up, he raised off the dildo, and as she drove down, so did he. I noted how it was actually him directing the speed and rhythm, bending then straightening his arms again and again. They were in tandem, him fucking her cunt while his arse was plundered.
I’d thought about doing this particular act myself but knew the pressure in my backside was something I wouldn’t be able to handle—for me that glass dildo was huge. But Halsten had said once that his arse could take a fist and half of Lovisa’s arm—the table with its attachment was nothing.
It was time to get Victor going.
“How do you feel, Victor?” I asked, rising to stand behind him.
“I…I don’t know.” He sucked in a deep breath and held it.
“Well,” I said, reaching around to undo his jeans, draw down the zipper then release his hard cock. “You’re clearly enjoying the show…”
He blew out his breath. “Yes, but—“
“No buts, just admit that you’re turned on. It doesn’t matter”—I fondled his cock with one hand while caressing his balls with the other—“what sex you’re watching—male or female—so long as it gets you off. Would you like us to do that?” I asked, wishing I hadn’t. What if he said yes? Later I’d have to say we couldn’t. Ever.
“Without that up my arse…that’s just too much, it being rigid on the table like that. No give.”
“How about a strap-on? Would you like me to put a pretend cock on and fuck you with it? Maybe Fifi will join in—you could fuck her at the same time, would that do it for you? Fucking and being fucked?”
“Shit, I don’t know, I…”
Halsten bellowed, Lovisa shrieked. They were coming close to climax.
“Oh, would you look at that,” I said, wanking him hard, the side of my hand hitting the wall. “See how he slides in and out of her?”
“Christ…” he said. “This is…fuck, Mistress, please, just make me come…”
I let go of his cock, sl
id in front of him, and knelt. “Shove it in my mouth. Imagine you’re him and my mouth is my cont, slave…”
He glanced down and closed his eyes. He was pale and there was slick of sweat over the rise of his cheeks.
“Watch them while you fuck my mouth. Tell me what they’re doing,” I said.
He jerked his hips forward, sliding his length between my lips. I pulled hard to get good suction and basically allowed him to do all the work as I massaged his arse. He set the speed, panting hard, and I circled his arsehole to give him the sensation he had something up there. I wished I’d remembered to bring a butt plug. Now would have been a great moment to just shove it inside him.
“Oh, God, he’s…fuck, he’s biting her tits,” Victor managed. “He’s licking them, sucking her nipples…into his mouth so hard that… Rearing back, pulling on them so they’re all long and…Christ, oh, Christ, I’m going to—”
His ejaculation flooded my mouth, great bursts of it filling, filling, filling, and I swallowed just in time before another spurt replaced it. He thrust harder, my head smacking into the wall, and lowered one hand to fist my hair. Tugging with force, he grunted, and I let go of his arse to ram one hand between my legs. I started coming after only two strokes to my clit and continued to frig myself throughout the pulses and waves. I felt used, wonderfully and utterly used, and closed my eyes to ride out the sensations. My eyes stung—oh, God, I was going to miss this…him—and I swallowed the last of his offering.
I’d never taste him again.
Never.
With the show ended and both of us respectably dressed, I stared at Victor across room four and wondered how the hell I was going to break the news. He’d managed the Swedes’ show very well—better than I’d thought he would have—yet I had so much more to teach him, to show him. But I couldn’t continue this way.
He’d gone paler still, as though I’d already uttered those horrible words, and I frowned. He really didn’t look right.
“Victor?”
I walked towards him, outstretching my hand ready to settle it on his forearm. He turned his head to look at me, slowly, as if time had forgotten how to tick, and an uneasy feeling quickly balled in my stomach.
