The sensual scene in front of me unfolded, I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my whole body thrumming with excitement, heat pooling in my stomach as I moved a bit closer to watch. There it was in the corner of this dark red room, a private booth, the sounds, moans,screams of others participating in other sexual activities faded out. All my focus on the man and woman in front of me.
She was kneeling in front of me, his tall height domineering over her. Her hands tied behind her back, her head down. Yet she didn’t look scared, she wanted this.
Her small thin frame trembling before the man. “Look at me” His voice suddenly snapping me out of my trance. And as if hewas talking to both of us, we looked at him at he same time.
“What did I say about obedience huh?” His voice was not deep yet it held enough power to make her obey him. He held her chin up.to face him. “Answer me” he said roughly. “I–I’m sorry master, it won’t happen again” she said her voice trembling yet i couldn’t help but notice it held a bit of excitement.
He looked down at her, he was in black pant suits and button up grey shirt, I could tell it was expensive, the top two buttons undone showcasing his hairy chest. He wasn’t nearly as handsome as the triplets but he held the same air of respect…dominance about him.
“You know what happens when you disobey me clara” Clara, that was her name. “Yes, master” she looked down, her voice soft as ever almost remorseful.
He stroked her cheek, dragging his hand down to her lips before slapping her on her cheek, I gasped. It wasn’t hard enough to bruise her but i had never been turned on my someone hitting me, yet i couldn’t stop myself from imagining myself in that same position, kneeling bwfore the triplets and getting hit as softly but dominantly as that. I searched her face for a reaction, instead she whimpered almost like a moan.
“Bend over” she quickly got up hurriedly like she had been waiting for the instruction. She went to the couch, laying down face flat and resting her hips on the arm rest so her ass was hanging in the air.
It reminded me of when I was in he same position but on Enzo’s lap. I knew what was coming and it excited me, I shifted on my heel, the ache between my legs growing.
“Such a good little slut” he whispered to her but I could hear it, she shiverevisibly rubbing her thighs closer together, my pussy clenched and I held my gown as if it was supposed to ground me. I could think of three men I would love to be ‘a good slut‘ for. I shook my head to chase the thoughts away. This was crazy, yet I couldn’t help the way my body reacted to it.
He got up getting something from a bag on the floor. A tie. He walked slowly to her. “Lift your head baby” she did. He wrapped He tie aroused head, blindfolding her.
“Head down” she quickly obeyed, burying her head back in the sofa. He walked around her, I could tell how impatient she was, her thighs rubbing together, the slight trembling. He didn’t say anything or do anything just stalked around her like a predator. The anxiety was getting to me. Why wouldn’t he just touch her.
“Do you know why you’re getting punished Clara?” He asked, his voice dangerously low. She nodded.
A loud crack filled the room, I gasped lightly. She yelped.He had smacked her, her small ass jiggling lightly, while he rubbed it soothing the place he had just hit.
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Chapter 71
“Use your words Clara” he said sharply
“Yes sir” she replied softly.
“Why?” She hesitated a bit before answering “I came before you gave me permission not to master
“You deserve to be punished like the whole that you are, isn’t that right huh?
She nodded frantically “y–Yes sir please ”
I never thought that being called a whore would ever turn me on as it did right now.
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