Chapter 20 #3
“Front row seat for our little fangirl, I see. I heard you didn’t make yourself available for a scene so you could be here to watch.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Blade, this little subbie used us as an excuse to avoid a scene.”
Blade, who’d been slapping Tyler while he berated him, walked over. He narrowed his eyes at her. “Bad manners, little girl. Shoulders back, let’s see those pretty little tits.”
Nikki pulled her shoulders back and arched her back. “She reminds me of someone, Mari.”
Marianne glanced over at Tyler who was dangling from his restraints.
“Yeah,” Blade said. “She’s another little blond toy who needs a lesson in what she’s here for. Just came to watch? Spectator, my ass!” He leaned forward so he was inches from her. “You think you should just be decoration at the front door and get to enjoy the show?”
“No, Sir.”
Mistress Marianne drew a line in front of Nikki with the crop. “I think you better get your little tail inside the circle of pain, girl, and show us you know where your place is.”
Nikki crawled froward on hands and knees into the open area.
Kate’s hands trembled. Had this been pre-arranged? Or were they improvising? If so, was it safe? Did they even know Nikki’s limits?”
Kate bit her lip.
Mistress Marianne swung the crop, and it snapped across one of Nikki’s exposed cheeks. Nikki jerked, but didn’t draw back as a red mark bloomed on her butt.
Kate shifted, her belly tightening as Nikki was moved forward with a series of stinging swishes of the crop.
When she was positioned in front of Tyler, Mistress Marianne grabbed Nikki’s hair and pulled her head back.
Master Blade fed Tyler’s cock into her mouth.
There was something unsettling but also hot about it, like her friends were just pretty little dolls to be played with.
Master Blade took the riding crop and alternated between whipping Tyler with it and sliding the handle into Tyler’s ass.
Tyler begged for permission to come. Blade flicked the crop between Ty’s legs to deliver stinging snaps to his balls.
Mistress Marianne who’d been forcing Nikki to deep throat Ty pulled Nikki back by the throat. Nikki rocked back and landed on her butt, red-faced and gasping. Ty’s hard cock weeped and he sagged from the restraints, whimpering.
Mistress Marianne leaned down and said something to Nikki that was too soft to hear. Nikki crawled to a padded table.
“Up,” Mistress Marianne said.
Nikki hopped on the table and laid back.
Marianne fastened her arms in restraints above her head.
Then secured Nikki’s legs to the table so her sex was open and exposed.
The Domme bent forward and licked Nikki’s pussy then spread her labia and slapped her with an open hand. Nikki writhed, but never spoke.
Master Blade unhooked Ty’s hands from the overhead chain and used the crop in Ty’s ass to drive him across the floor to the women.
Blade shoved Ty forward with a push on his back. Ty landed on Nikki, and Mistress Marianne secured his hands right next hers.
“They’re holding hands,” Marianne said, amused.
“That’s sweet, but not as sweet as being able to put his dick in her would be. Too bad he can’t,” Blade said, taking the flogger from Mistress Marianne and delivering a flurry of blows to Ty’s exposed ass. His hips jerked and his cock bobbed helplessly.
Mistress Marianne rubbed lube on a black strap-on dildo.
“Time for some black dick in your ass, pretty boy,” Master Blade said.
“Yes, please, Sir. Give me your dick,” Tyler begged.
“You think you deserve that? I don’t.” Blade said, flogging his back, then reaching down and stroking his cock.
Mistress Marianne pinched Ty’s ass, spread his cheeks, and pushed the dildo into him. He cried out, but it wasn’t from pain.
As she drove in and out, he begged for release again.
Mistress Marianne pulled out and swapped positions with Master Blade who’d been vigorously slapping Nikki’s small breasts.
Mistress Marianne reached down and stroked Nikki’s pussy, then put Tyler’s stiff cock inside her. When Master Blade started to pound into Tyler’s ass, it was so surreal, as if he was also really screwing Nikki through Tyler’s body.
Mistress Marianne leaned near Nikki and Tyler’s heads, her hand working them where their bodies joined. Kate wondered what dirty things she said to them because they both seemed to come right afterward.
Kate liked the Marquis Club’s sense of community. When Tyler’s scene ended, people congratulated all the participants, expressing how much they’d enjoyed it. Blankets were wrapped around Tyler and Nikki.
Blade sat to drink a Powerade with Tyler curled against his legs, and Blade periodically put the bottle to Ty’s lips and made him drink, rubbing his back through the blanket.
Nikki didn’t seem to need aftercare. She stood instead talking to Mistress Marianne and smiling and shyly thanking the Doms who stopped to say how entertained they’d been by her surprising entry into the scene.
People ate light meals in the lounge and play continued. Kate stayed close to Master Rory and tried to remember the names of all the people who came over to meet her.
“Sir?”
“Yeah?”
“Will you use me for a scene tonight?”
He nodded. “Ready?”
She nodded back, nervous, but really excited. They’d talked some about possible first scenes. He’d asked her a lot of questions and described different scenes while they’d lain in bed together the night before.
The possibilities were overwhelming and in the end, she’d broken off from talking, feeling too exhausted to choose. He hadn’t pressed her after that, and she hadn’t been sure whether that meant he’d made up his mind or whether he was just giving her a break from thinking about it.
“Are you going to ask me where to start?”
“No. You don’t want me to,” he said, glancing over at her.
She looked down with a small smile. She knew communication was important, but she really preferred to try things and then talk to him about them after.
She knew that wasn’t usually how things worked, but she trusted him completely with her body.
Even that first night, which had ended so rough, had ultimately been great.
The Motrin and Tylenol he’d made her take the next day had relieved a lot of the pain, and she hadn’t really wanted all the pain gone.
She wanted to feel the after effects of the things he did to her.
She also believed that the next day’s struggles had brought them closer together.
He’d hinted more than once that he never talked to anyone as much as he talked to her.
That certainly seemed the case at the club.
Even with Master D, whom she thought anyone might tell their life story to, hadn’t gotten as much conversation from Master Rory as she always did when they were alone.
“Take that top off,” he said, leading her to the St. Andrew’s Cross.
“Oh, I thought…” She flushed. She knew he might strip her for a scene. She just thought it would happen when she was already semi-delirious from the pain and endorphin release.
“Off,” he said in his low, uncompromising voice.
She pulled the thin top over her head. It hadn’t really concealed much, but the feel of it against her skin had provided some psychological protection.
She heard murmurs and turned her head to find that a crowd was gathering.
She quickly looked back at the cross so she wouldn’t have to make eye contact.
How had anyone realized? Had they been watching and waiting for Master Rory to take her to a scene area?
She’d been with him for most of the night, and he’d been noncommittal about whether he’d do a scene with her during this first visit.
“There are a lot of people,” she whispered.
“Of course,” he said.
She swallowed. “Not every scene has so many people watching.”
“No.”
She laced her fingers together and squeezed, needing to give her hands something to do.
She moved closer to him. “I’m nervous.”
His dark gaze slid to her face. “You should be.”
Her heart pounded, and her lips parted. His fingers closed around her arm, and he took her to the cross.
She was surprised that he was letting her keep her underwear.
True, they were barely there, but she kind of wished he’d made her take them off.
Not only did she not want anything between her skin and what he did to her, but also keeping them meant he wouldn’t have access the way he usually did when she was bare.
She might need him to touch and tease her when the pain got intense.
She swallowed against a dry throat. Maybe she could suggest…
When she looked at his face though, all the words died in her throat. He was fully in the zone.
“Use your safeword if you need to. Say yellow if you’re close to breaking but can take more.”
She nodded and her hands trembled as he secured her wrists. She wanted this, but she also felt breathless and wanted to retreat into some private space with him. The scene was already getting intense, and it hadn’t even started yet.
She hoped to be brave while taking the pain, like Nikki, who’d never uttered a word during all those slaps and pinches. Kate wasn’t sure she could be that stoic.
“Maybe you should gag me,” she whispered as he tested the tightness of the cuffs.
He didn’t respond, just bent to secure her legs.
Rory stood, his body warm and solid behind her.
He put a hand on the back of her neck, tightening his grip reassuringly.
She was glad he never pulled the collar or made it feel tighter than it did when she secured it.
He’d bought her a leather collar, not just the symbolic jewelry, but he seemed to understand that having her throat constricted would scare her.
He put a hand on her ass and his mouth by her ear. He bit her earlobe, hard enough to make her suck in a breath. When he let it go, he licked and blew on it. Her earlobe throbbed. So did her pussy.
“Out in the world you might forget what you are. In this house, you won’t. You’ll always know who owns you.”
Her lids fell, and she licked her lips, which had gone dry from her panting. He backed away and she waited, shaking almost uncontrollably in anticipation.
When the belt finally kissed her skin, it was almost a relief.