54. Chapter 54 Margot
Chapter fifty-four
As I sit on my cushions, eyes down and wearing only my necklace while waiting for my Sir to come in, my mind wanders to another man for the first time ever in this room.
Jack briefly flits across my mind, and the fact that I almost kissed him this week.
Would kissing be considered cheating on Sir?
I try to clear my head, slowing my breathing, so that I’m focused only on maintaining good posture and being perfect for when he enters.
I’m nervous about how tonight will go after our incident, and even though we took a week off and texted a bit, I’m not sure what the vibes will be.
Luckily for me, my Pavlovian response to being in this room and on my cushions is calming me.
I know I’m already wet, and when I hear the door open, the thud of his boots making their way to the desk behind me has me dripping.
He takes a few minutes to arrange things on and around the desk, opening and closing a storage room door before coming back to stand in front of me.
“Good evening, pet. I don’t want any noise from you right now. But I do want your pitiful little gaze. Eyes.”
I give him what he demands immediately, like the well-trained girl I am.
I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to ignore the word “eyes” ever again.
He’s especially intense tonight, and I have absolutely zero clue what I’m in for.
Last time told me it could be anything. He squats down in front of me, thick thighs strong as he holds his position, head cocked to one side as he rakes his gaze over my naked body.
One hand reaches out and trails slowly from my temple down along my cheek and jawline, grazing my collarbone before giving the faintest caress to my breast. Before my brain can conceptualize how heated his barely there touch is, he’s grabbed my nipple and pinched, harder than he ever has, making me cry out in surprise.
“Hmm,” he murmurs, back to caressing my breast before trailing down my waist and between my legs, rubbing directly over my clit on his way to toy with the wetness at my entrance.
“I thought we discussed that you were going to be my good whore tonight, and here you already are, acting like a dumb bitch who I didn’t train better than that. ”
I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes back into my head at his words, and I know he can feel the gush of wetness that just joined what he’s already spreading on my inner thighs.
“I’ll let you in on a secret, pet. You were already going to get that ass spanked raw tonight, just because I felt like it. So I’ll have to add in those ten you just earned in a more creative way.”
I’m shaking now, my body already a live wire at the idea of the pain taking me out of my own head just to float among the stars. Please. The click of my leash brings me back.
“Come, pet. Eyes down.”
Following him slowly on all fours, I stop and present myself near the velvet bench. I can see the legs of an apparatus, but I refuse to get excited until I know for sure what it is, or what he has planned.
“You may look, pet.”
I fight a smile as my wish is granted. It’s my custom fucking furniture, as I’ve deemed it in my head, designed exactly as I imagined it when we discussed it a few scenes ago.
I’ll be strapped into the padded table on my front, head supported with a cushiony massage table-esque U pillow, breasts hanging beneath me through a cutout, with my knees slotted onto bent padded ledges, thighs strapped in.
My pussy will be presented to him at a slight angle, and he’ll have access to my clit if I’m lucky enough to have him pay attention to it.
“It’s a modification of the idea of a breeding bench, and I’m not surprised you like it so much, pet.” Fuck, he reads me like a book. I didn’t even move my face. “Only the dirtiest whores like to be presented like this so that any man who walks by could grope you or fill this tight cunt up.”
I tremble with the force of holding in a whine, and he chuckles darkly.
“You’ll come tonight. I know you’re a pouty little slut when you don’t. But it will be on my terms, and it won’t be anytime soon. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to blindfold you and plug your ears.
You’ll be strapped in, but your mouth will be free to release you if you need it.
I won’t stop for anything else. And I don’t want to hear anything else from you until you absolutely cannot hold it in any longer.
I’ll remove the earplugs before I’m ready to tell you to come, so if they’re in, don’t even think about it. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Fuck, he’s going to put me on display and use me like a toy. My pussy clenches around nothing. Please.
I thought I had an idea of what he meant when we discussed overstimulation, but I had no goddamn clue.
I’ve been half conscious for what has to be hours, taking what he’s given me, unable to see, hear, or move.
Only feel. I don’t know if I’ve been making noise, but I’ve gotten myself spanked regardless.
I know I won’t be able to sit comfortably for a long while based on how my ass and thighs feel.
My tether to reality is slipping. Pieces of the night come back in fragmented flashes—when he would pull out an earplug and degrade me, only to slip it back in without telling me I could come.
Earplug out. “Look at this slutty little hole in the air for me, waiting to be mounted like a bitch in heat,” he growls, dipping one thick finger into my soaked pussy, slowly teasing in and out while I try to clench and keep him inside.
“You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, pet.
It’s not even fucking close. You have no idea how hard it is to get any work done every day when all I see when I close my eyes is this dirty little hole opening up for me, spreading so perfectly tight around my dick… ”
Earplug in. I can’t hear anything, even close to my face, so I damn sure don’t hear the swoosh of the leather paddle coming through the air before landing hotly on my ass cheek.
I know for a fact I choke on my exhale, but I don’t think my noises actually matter now.
I think I’m getting my ass beat regardless.
Earplug out. “Look at that perfect red ass. Goddamn, pet. You’re crying so hard, did you notice? Tears and snot running down your face. Your pussy is crying, too. Are they happy tears because it dodged the spanks that your ass got? I don’t think that’s very fair, do you?”
Earplug in. He followed through on his threat to spank my pussy and my raw, tender clit, before moving underneath to redden my tits, raining down alternating smacks in a pattern I can’t begin to track.
My presence in reality is really slipping now, and I feel my body shake in earnest as I’m going to come, whether he likes it or not.
Earplug out. “My perfectly filthy pet. I think you’re getting a little close to coming. You can’t help but love all this pain, can you? Let’s make sure we don’t get too hasty here, hmm?”
Earplug in. He clamps something terrible, awful, sharp around both nipples, and I know I scream because I feel it reverberate out of my throat, so loud it’s raw when I stop.
He’s right. I’m further away from coming than I have been all night, but I’m also further out in space.
I’m actively sobbing, but I can’t care, floating so far away from my body.
Earplug out. Laughter. “You’re wetter than you’ve ever been, darling.
” He’s slowly thrusting three fingers in and out of me, and I whine as he adds a fourth.
“I wish you could see yourself. What a work of art. Everyone deserves to see you like this, born to be such a sweet whore for me.” I clench around his hand as he barely teases, adding his thumb to my hole.
“Oh, you perfect dirty girl.” His other hand slaps my tender ass, and I hiccup through my sobs.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Let me get a crowd of men in here to see you on display for me to break.
They’d be so jealous of how well I’ve trained you, pet. ”
He releases the nipple clamps, and they clang to the floor, somehow hurting so much worse coming off than going on. He laughs again, his hand still practically all the way in my pussy, just staying there as he rubs my ass cheek before pushing a thumb into my puckered hole.
I’m too far gone to know what I’m saying, but I know that if I don’t come back down now, I never will. I’ll be too far gone, just a cluster of sex atoms in the universe with no corporeal form.
“Please…” I give the faintest whisper as I sob, throat raw from screaming and voice rough from disuse.
Everything around me stills, and I beg the man on my mind for relief.
“ Please , Jack . Please, please let me come. No more, it hurts. I need it. I need you please. Please give me your cum . I can’t…
” Crying harder, I’m shaking as I feel my limbs being released from my bench, and my blindfold being ripped off, but I don’t open my eyes.
I’m pulled to straddle my tormentor, my savior, and I don’t know what I’m saying, but I know what I want.
“ Raw, please . Please, I need it. Please kiss me. I can’t… make it hurt …”
I can’t even breathe. I’m sobbing so hard and on the verge of hyperventilating…
Smack. I’m slapped across the face almost enough to turn my head, and my eyes pop up to see the brown eyes…Sir. Please.
I’m pulled onto his thick cock in one hard thrust, pulling one more scream from my throat as I explode, only my scream is muffled by the lush lips on mine, owning me and pulling me under as I drown.
My orgasm never stops as he drives brutally up into me, and I suck on his tongue before trying to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood.
He pulls away and instead keeps our foreheads locked together and eyes fused.
I clench once more around his length inside me, pushing him over the edge, and watch fascinated as his eyes roll back into his head, and he fills the condom with a manly groan.
Condom? Why would he wear… Oh God. Oh my God. Not Jack, not Jack, fuck. No. I wasn’t thinking. My Sir. Fuck. I’m sorry.
I’m expecting to see anger in his brown eyes, like he would know who I was thinking about, and kick me out. But they’re kind as always after a scene as he pets my hair and rubs my back. He lifts me and walks us to the bathroom.
“My perfect girl,” he coos, kissing my temple, “you did so well. I’m so proud of you. You took it all beautifully. Such a good fucking girl.”
As he draws my bath, I realize I’m not going to be able to stop my tears from returning, both from the release and endorphin rush, but also from shame and confusion and exhaustion of how jumbled I am right now.
“Hey, hey…” He crouches down once I’m in the bath, seeing how upset I really am. “What is it? Does something hurt?”
“N…no…” I sniffle. “No, I’m great. I think it’s just a big crash tonight. I’m okay.”
He washes my hair in silence, strong hands massaging my scalp and relaxing me enough to stop my sobs, if not my tears. Finally, he goes to get my snacks and has my fruit and cheese tray prepped, ready to feed me, when I have to stop him.
“Thank you, but…I…can you…” I take a deep, watery breath.
“I think I’d like to be alone, please. I’ll get out of the bath soon, and I promise to eat, but.
Please? Nothing you’ve done, just me. I need to get my head on straight.
I think the worst of the crash is over. You can have the desk worker check on me if I’m not out in twenty. But I’m okay, I swear.”
I see the hurt flash across his eyes before he masks it. He gives me a searching glance before nodding. “If you’re sure. But I’m sending them in here in fifteen.” He stands to leave before turning back to give me a lingering kiss on the forehead. “Thank you, pet, for tonight. And for everything.”
I stand from the bath, ready to get dressed as soon as I hear the outer door click shut, and make my way to my pile of clean clothes.
On my way, though, I’m stopped short by another plate he had prepared for me, after my fruit was eaten.
Chocolate. All kinds. Including my favorite truffles, and that’s the last straw.
I steel myself to get past the desk without freaking them out, assuring them I was happy and healthy and nothing untoward had happened, and I collapse into my car before pulling out the truffles.
As soon as one hits my tongue, my tears are back.
I’m missing my masked man already and wishing he had blue eyes.