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He commands, I submit.
We move in ways I never have before.
I disconnect my mind and hand it, along with my free will, over to this man who is conducting my body in some sort of symphony only he and I can hear.
I come on his hand and tongue.
As the performers on the stage are now in full bondage and BDSM mode, I’m also tethered with a black silk tie, my hands bound above my head. My dress front pools around my hips, whilst my skirts are hiked up to join them. I’m trying to manoeuvre him into a better position for me, putting my feet around his legs to drag him forward as he takes his cock out of his trousers.
“You know I respect you, right?” Intensity and focus rule his expression.
Despite trying to be quiet, he’s had to put another black silk tie across my mouth to gag me, so all I can do is nod.
He starts to slowly pump his cock and I moan around the fabric, my eyelids lowering to practically closed. I want him so badly, I’m frantic.
Dropping one knee on the black seat, he jerks off more aggressively than I’ve ever seen anyone do. Inching closer to my torso, he comes all over my breasts, moving up so it hits my face and mouth.
As I’m partially laid out, he puts his cock to my lips and silently commands me to open.
When I do, stretching my lips wide against the material, he slips inside under the gag and rubs himself along the silk and my tongue. My eyes roll back in my head. I have lost the fucking plot. I’ve died and gone to a version of hell that I would willingly stay in.
I try to lick the cum from my lips, but I’m hindered by the gag. He pulls it down, watching as my tongue moves around slowly. My unblinking eyes are trained on his as he lunges towards me, kissing me, biting my lips.
“I am going to fuck you here, Kitten, in this room, with all these people around us,” he whispers into my ear. “Watch the stage. As he pushes into her, I’m going to do the same to you. Stroke for stroke. If he goes into her ass, I’m in yours. And I’m leaving you tied and gagged while I do.”
My eyes must widen, as he looks like the devil has overtaken him. He’s grasping the gag in his hands and demands quietly, “Yes or no?” I mouth ‘yes’ at him and he smiles salaciously at me.
“Good girl.”
I’m truly out of my own world now and in his. And I don’t care.
He pushes up my dress, fully exposing me to him, and drives himself into me as the man on the stage does to his partner. Every thrust, slap, nip, tweak, he follows. He pushes deep into me from behind as the woman on the stage screams out in ecstasy. He holds me half up and presses his fingers onto my clit.
I’m watching the stage, completely absorbed by the spectacle of it all. The male dancer’s back arches over his partner as he pushes into her, pulling out right to the tip before ramming back to the hilt. His nails scrape down her back, droplets of blood peeking from the graze, and I know what’s coming next. My body is languid, and I mentally brace myself as I feel his nails dig in, but he doesn’t go as hard or draw blood.
“Don’t come,” he commands, but my eyes are wild, my body incapable of obeying. He’s rubbing aggressively on my clit and pulling manically on my nipples. I tense up, no longer able to tame the inevitable. A strangled noise breaks from the back of my throat, and I hear him groan as I come.
My pussy clenches down, seeking him, finding it full to the brim, and still keeps going. He’s pounding into me, and I can’t hold myself up anymore. More biting down my back, and I know this time he’s drawn blood. I feel it drip.
I am crying, completely spent, but he carries on, still rubbing my clit as he thrusts relentlessly into me. I feel the pressure in my core building. I can’t come again. I can’t.
I whimper as he grabs my head, nipping my earlobe before pressing his mouth to my temple. “Come again, I dare you!”
He’s gone mad.
Slipping from my pussy, he pushes up the lid of the beautiful gift box, grabbing the conveniently placed lube pouring it over himself and me. Wow what a party gift that is. I should have known. Working his fingers into my arsehole, he growls probing deeper. It feels amazing, and I want more. He pulls out his fingers and thrusts his cock fully into my arse, past the ring of muscle, and fucking loses it. Holding me around my throat, in a move so dominant, I’m wild eyed, he resumes his relentless pace. He holds me tightly and squeezes tighter. I am lost in a vortex of sensation. Lowering his mouth to my neck near my shoulder, he sinks his teeth into the hollow above my collarbone. I’ve seen stallions more careful with mares than he is with me.
Up on the stage, the man has a knife in his hand.
OH MY GOD NO, NO, NO!
I start to struggle and keen while the man behind me has lost the fucking plot and his fucking mind.
“I won’t, Kitten,” he hisses as the man on stage gently moves his hand towards the woman.
The lights go out, the stage is in darkness, and all around I can hear moans and groans, slapping of flesh on flesh, the sounds of sex.
In his ecstatic state, Kellen pushes so hard into me I hit the other side of the booth. He pumps in and out, slowing down as he arches into me and fills me, his cock pulsating steadily as his hips jerk against me.
