Page 21 of Nobody's Girl

Tamara moaned softly, relishing the thought. “Will Master hurt me?”

His eyes darkened. “If you perform well, we shall see.”

‘Please, Master…a little punishment now?”

For a moment, she thought he might not obliged her, then, with a swift motion, he flipped her onto her stomach, and she felt his hand crack against her tender skin. “Harder, Master!”

Black grabbed a paddle from the shelf and used it against her buttocks until she was sobbing with arousal. “Turn over.”

Tamara turned onto her back, sore but exhilarated. Black switched her with a riding crop across her breasts, her belly. “Open your legs.” The crop flicked hard against her clit and Tamara came, her back arching up.

“Please, Master…fuck me again.”

Black put down the crop. “I don’t have time for that. Finish yourself off or get someone in to do it.”

Tamara was outraged as he simply opened the door and left. Growling with frustration, she threw her clothes on and slipped out of the club after him.

He got into a cab and she flagged down another, hoping to follow him back to his home. The cabs weaved in and out of the New York nighttime traffic and finally, Black’s taxi pulled up to an upscale high-rise on the Upper East Side. Tamara watched as he got out – and from the doorway of the building, a heavily pregnant woman opened the door and smiled at him.

Penn Black’s face lit up in a way Tamara had never seen on him before, and he wrapped the pregnant woman in a bear-hug. Tamara’s jaw clenched and unclenched. He was married with a baby on the way? Wow, just wow.

Tamara began to smile. Well, if Penn Black thought he could have it all, and use her like a piece of meat, he had another think coming. At the club, he could do what he liked, but now Tamara had a new game to play. She would make his wife’s life hell until she left Penn, and the Tamara would move in and give him what he obviously really wanted.

Tamara, herself, and a life where he could be in complete domination of her whenever he wanted.

Tamara began to grin. “Back to the club,” she ordered the silent taxi driver. She would go back, find Grant, get her rocks off. She pulled out her phone and called him.

He answered, and she could hear from the background that he was fucking somebody. “Are you at the club?”

“I am…hang on, no, keep riding me, princess, that’s it. Just getting warmed up. Where are you?”

Tamara smiled to herself. “On my way. Did you bring what we discussed?”

“I did. It was easier to get them in than what I thought.”

“I paid off the security team.”

She heard Grant give a throaty chuckle. “You sure have a lot of sway here. See you soon.”

Tamara hung up, thinking about what he had just said. A lot of sway…but what if she had all the sway, all the power. An idea formed in her head and she laughed out loud, wondering why she had never thought of it before.

At the club, Grant was waiting for her in their room. She walked in and smiled triumphantly. Grant was at his most magnificent when he was naked. Sure, he didn’t have the body and face of Penn Black, but his cock was long and thick, and what she liked most about him was his arrogance, and that pure lack of empathy in his eyes. He was fisting the root of his cock as she stripped. “Where do you want me tonight?”

“Lay on the bench, I need you to finish me off. There’s another man’s cum inside me – I expect you not to mind that.”

Grant shrugged. “Why should I care?”

He lay back on the bench, but the nodded to the bed. On it, lay a large leather wrap case. “Have a look in there. I think you’ll enjoy what I’ve brought.”

Tamara went to the bed and unfurled the wrap. She smiled when she saw the knives, gleaming and sharp. She picked out a mid-sized one, then went to straddle Grant’s tumescent cock. She sighed as she lowered herself onto it, the placed the steel against Grant’s chest.

“Are these used?” She traced the tip against his skin and a tiny red line appeared. Grant didn’t even flinch.

“No. I invested in some new ones, just for us. To use on whoever we want, or each other.”

Tamara felt a warm glow go through her. “You like being cut?”