Deleted Scene Topaz Torment
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VICTOR SMIRKED AT HIS GUESTS and tormented jewels.
“To refresh your memory of this particular game, my friends, the rules are simple. No pain. No abuse. The first part of this activity is for them.”
“Never liked that rule,” a Master muttered.
Victor chuckled. “Yes, well. You will play by my rules, or you won’t play at all.”
“I’ve never played,” a Master quipped in the dark. “What are the rules?”
Victor clasped his hands and smiled. “Topaz Torment is basically a game of economics.”
“Economics?”
“The study of how people—jewels in this case—behave and how quickly they can make decisions when faced with certain...influences.”
“Influences being...?” another faceless Master asked.
He winked. “The aim of the game is to torment the jewels as much as you can. But not in the usual method we so love to indulge in.”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean...it’s rare that sex focuses on their pleasure.
But tonight, that is what this game is about.
You must edge them to an orgasm, make them weak-kneed and wet.
Every Master will have a turn. He can only use his fingers or tongue.
The Master who earns the jewel’s favour and makes them come wins the game.
He’s then entitled to have his own pleasure by whatever method he prefers. ”
A splattering of murmurs.
A few chuckles.
“I know what I’m gonna indulge in.” A Master snickered.
“Jewels...if you’d be so kind.” Victor squinted through the dark club, the strobe lights still spearing with colour. “Assemble on the dance floor please.”
Slowly, collared jewels left their Master’s side and stepped warily onto the dance floor. Masters fell back, forming a circle around the mix of bare skin and lingerie all trembling in the centre.
My heart seized.
I wanted to run.
But this was just another night.
And we had no choice but to play.
Unclipping my leash with shaking fingers, I went to join the others.
Henri snatched my wrist.
Jerking me against him, he hissed, “Faint or do something. Anything so I have an excuse to get you out of—”
“Henri,” Victor barked. “Let Ilyana join her fellow jewels.”
Henri’s gaze locked on mine. Please, Ily...
I fake swooned.
My knees buckled. I pressed the back of my hand to my forehead and—
A guard caught me. “She’s light-headed, Sir. Should I take her to Dr Belford?”
Henri didn’t breathe.
The club grew terrifyingly quiet.
And then Victor chuckled, his voice amplified with a microphone.
“Know what I think? I think she’s trying to get out of it.
No matter. It’s jewel’s choice, after all.
Did everyone hear that? Including the new ones?
” Victor beamed. “If you prefer a Master or have certain kinks you know a Master can fulfil, then I suggest you give your chosen one your orgasm. If you can hold off coming from another’s attempt, then do so as long as you want.
Or...enjoy a night of pleasure. Your choice.
That’s part of the fun. Now, Richard, please stand Ilyana beside Peter.
” Holding up a finger, Victor added, “I almost forgot. My Rachel will not be involved into tonight’s activities. Proceed.”
Henri swayed toward me as the guard scooped my legs out from under me and carried me onto the dance floor.
I didn’t struggle.
There’d be no point.
My eyes locked with Peter’s as the guard crossed the small space and dumped me onto my feet next to him.
“Hi.” He gave me a quick smile.
“Hi.” I couldn’t stop my trembling.
His fingers twitched by his side as if he was about to take my hand. He stopped himself, whispering under his breath, “Out of all the games, this one is the only one you don’t have to worry about.” He flicked Henri a look.
He stood frozen and stony eyed, watching our every move.
“He won’t like it, though.”
“W-What do they do?” I whispered.
“Everything.” Peter shrugged. “They’ll try to make the jewel they want to play with come as fast as they can.” He sighed. “It’s damn hard holding on to that climax, jaanu, especially when you’ve been fucked for months and denied the slimmest sensation of pleasure.”
“So if someone comes, this is all over?”
“Yep.”
“I’m first!” A Master stepped onto the dance floor.
“Fuck off you are.” The Masters pushed and shoved like children.
Immediately, a line formed.
Masters elbowed and kicked each other, fighting for a favourable position.
I kept my eyes on Henri as he stalked forward and merely glowered at some of the men in front of him.
I didn’t know if his reputation of killing or his title of in-house exterminator gave him clout, but a few Masters stepped out of his way, letting him jump the queue.
Once the shuffling and positioning had finished, I counted how many men I’d have to endure before Henri touched me.
One, two, three, four, five...
God.
Five men.
Five touches, five licks, five...whatever they wanted.
My heart flurried right out of my chest.
All the wetness Henri had conjured just by existing slowly dried and disappeared.
Peter brushed the back of his hand against mine. “Hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you, alright?”
I choked and fought tears. “Sorry, I—”
“I know the thought of another touching you is probably twisting you up, but...I’m before you in the line-up. I’m rock fucking hard already. I won’t take much.” He sniffed. “Especially standing next to you.”
I shot him a wide-eyed look.
He didn’t drop his gaze. “God, Ily...if you let me stare at you while they do whatever they’re gonna do...I promise I’ll come first, and the rest of you will be free.”
“But then the Master will hurt you. He’ll win—”
“With how desperate I am to come? I don’t really care at this point.” He sighed. “Just...be here with me, okay?”
“What if the Masters don’t pick you? What if they go straight to me or—”
“The rules state they have to touch each jewel.”
Wait, what?
My eyes flew to Henri.
It was a Rachel situation all over again.
Not only did he have to watch me be touched but he’d also have to do the touching...
I shook my head, catching Peter’s dark, soulful stare. “So Henri will—”
“Have to touch me?” He half smiled. “Yep.”
“But—”
“I have four chances before it’s his turn.
I know Travis is good with his hand. If he rubs me, I’ll probably be able to—” He rolled his shoulders, dropping his voice to a barely-there whisper just as a Master I thought was called Branson stepped toward the first jewel.
“If you want to avoid this whole game, jaanu...all it will take is for you to say three little words in my ear and...” He sniffed and couldn’t look at me.
My forehead furrowed as he flicked me a glance full of embarrassed shame.
“Shit.” He sighed. “I didn’t mean to say that. I sound as manipulative as they are.” He scrubbed his face with his hands. “Ignore me. You don’t have to. I’ll...yeah. Forget I said anything.”
Shoving his shoulders back, Peter didn’t look at me again.
But I looked at him.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him even as Branson slowly made his way down the line of six jewels before us. Six pretty girls who all stood trembling with their fists balled and collars gleaming.
Branson kissed the first three.
Groped the fourth.
Fingered the fifth and sixth.
Peter’s bare chest rose and fell as the Master stopped before him and grabbed him around the nape.
“Remember all the fun we had together a few weekends ago?” He ran his tongue over Peter’s cheekbone.
“I have half a mind to make you come so I can continue my little experiments on you, but...I have my eye on Chloe tonight, so...” Dropping his hand, he cupped Peter’s erection through his white boxer briefs.
Rubbing him twice, Peter shut his eyes as if willing himself to find pleasure and climax.
Branson chuckled and tore his hand away. “Greedy little sod.”
And then it was my turn.
Fuck...my turn.
My ears rang with white noise.
My heart smoked; blood turned to ash.
He kissed me.
Grabbing my jaw, he angled my head up and planted his grotesque mouth on mine.
And...that was it.
No tongue.
No torture.
He kissed me platonically, and when it was over, he whispered, “Tell your psychotic Master I didn’t hurt you. I don’t want to end up as another one of his corpses.”
And then he was gone...groping the next jewel.
Fingering the next.
Peter gave me a questioning look.
I swayed on my feet.
Another Master appeared.
Ian.
Giving Peter a nasty grin, he dove his hand into Peter’s briefs and fisted him.
Peter groaned as Ian jerked him roughly.
No one could come from that.
It was abuse, not teasing—
Ian cursed under his breath as he tore his hand away. Studying the slickness on his palm, he raised his hand to strike. “Why, you little horny cunt. Is that precum?”
“Ah, ah, Ian.” Victor purred over the microphone. “No hitting. Pleasure only, remember?”
“Fuck’s sake.” Dragging his glistening palm on Peter’s bare chest, Ian smeared whatever fluid marked him onto Peter’s skin, then turned to me.
I waited for him to hurt me.
To touch me in ways I wouldn’t be able to forget, but...he gave me a half-hearted nipple twist.
And then, he left.
He fondled the girl next to me. One of the new girls, Laura.
She moaned under her breath as he actually attempted to conjure bliss in her, dropping his head to her breast and sucking her nipple into his mouth.
Peter’s sharp gasp ripped my eyes back to him.
A dark-skinned Master who I only knew as Master G kissed Peter roughly.
Biting Peter’s bottom lip, he made him bleed all while his eyes lit up with cruelty.
But he didn’t reach between Peter’s legs.
Didn’t attempt to make him come.
Satisfied with making him bleed instead.
Peter staggered back as the Master finally let his bottom lip go.
I froze as Master G stepped into me.
With a savage smirk, he drove his hand between my legs.
I soared onto my tiptoes—
A snarl echoed over the music.
Animalistic.
Unhinged.
Looking over his shoulder, he stared at Henri, who was restrained by two Masters, preventing him from turning the dance floor into a blood bath.