Miss Taken
Part 4 of 6 | The Meal
Michael walked us around a place he was clearly familiar with in search of the host. The evening was party country club, part freak show, and it never failed to amaze me that a group of people could be standing in a group talking about the stock market while watching a gorgeous young woman, naked and bound, be flogged. Her ass and back were red, her moans coming through when the shirtless man behind her targeted her bare pussy. I shuddered with each blow, wondering what it felt like, holding Michael’s hand tightly but unable to look away. For his part, Michael seemed entirely unphased, and I couldn’t get over how casually he could talk about it, whispering in my ear how wet she was, how much she wanted what was happening to her.
He walked me around the crowd to the far wall near the windows overlooking a garden, and he turned me - away from the soft lighting illuminating the pristine sight and toward the front of the damsel being punished. Her arms and legs were spread wide, pulled tightly apart by ropes attached to her wrists and secured to a broad beam overhead, the floor below. The look in her eyes made me shudder as blow after blow wracked her body, the supple leather flicking through her open legs eliciting some cross between a scream and a moan. I shuddered with each blow, my eyes locked on her, watching her tremble and shake in a blissful stupor.
I watched the girl in the mirror, how her breasts rose and fell, how her eyes reflected her lust, a desire she’d never felt before. Her mouth still open, tongue pushed as far out as possible, she panted as she waited, a slender trail of drool leaking out of her mouth onto her breasts. They glistened with her desire, matching the single trail of wetness that trickled down her inner thigh. Whatever was next, she could only wait in silence and long for his touch.
“Deep breath, darling,” he said, his soft voice worming into her ear. I watched her comply, her eyes straining to see him, blinking through the dream that enveloped her. “Now, out. Long breath out. All of it. Pour it all out for me, my darling.” A long, slow exhale, she emptied her lungs, leaning into his hands as they cupped her left breast. It felt heavy in his hands, at home in his warm embrace as he slipped his fingers to her nipple and pulled. “Hold,” he commanded, just a whisper in her ear but a soft, gentle sound that transfixed her. She watched the other woman, saw her eyes widen as he pushed a needle through her hard little nub. She screamed in silence, no air in her lungs, no sound escaping her open mouth, just flashes of light before her eyes, a searing pain that flooded her cunt with a wave of need.
“Breathe now, darling,” he said. “Breathe for me, my beautiful darling.”
She gulped air, her entire body trembling as he fixed the little silver ring in place. Then his fingers found her clit again, the pain mixing with pleasure. Light-headed, she swayed under his touch as his mouth found her other nipple, sucking gently, teeth grazing, biting down until she was a moaning, drooling mess grinding against his open palm. The woman in the mirror - I could feel everything she felt, watch her suffer and soar, her body singing for the man whose voice she found in her head again.
“Once more, my darling. Breathe out. All your air. Everything you have.”
She knew it then. I watched the fire in her eyes ignite as he cupped her right breast. She couldn’t look away. I couldn’t look away as he pushed the needle through her nipple, felt what she felt, but this time it was something different. The needle pushed through her tender flesh, but the breathless cry that poured from her open mouth was nothing like the first time. I leaned into him, my forehead resting against his as he pushed the silver ring through and closed it. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I was sure the girl in the mirror was crying, too.
“Very good, darling, my sweet sweet girl. Very good girl. We’re so close now,” he said, his words soothing, winding softly through the air between the woman in the mirror and me, pulling us together in his warm embrace. His fingers slid across my clit again, and I looked up, saw desire in her eyes again, felt her falling again, accepting his touch, her need reflected in my eyes.
Author’s Note: Enjoying trying to get Midjourney to make good images for this as I go, but it’s working so hard with NSFW filters to defeat me.