by Dark Angel
"I'm going to put on a show for the buyers. A sales presentation." Damien places me on top of a table, and directs me onto all fours. "You are to follow my commands." He grabs my chin and makes me look at him. His rough touch isn't hard enough to be bruising, but the message he is trying to get across is clear. "There isn't going to be a second chance, so you are not to fuck this up."
"Yes Sir," I say without hesitation. My bottom lip is trembling. I hope he doesn't notice. I'm terrified of my every move now. Damien arranges me until I'm fully nude, on all fours, on a table.
And the door starts to open. I hear it, though I can't quite see more than its base.
Damien walks in that direction and I'm frozen. I'm not to move. But that's it? He tells me this and then people show up, right away? My heart is pulverizing my chest, pumping blood in chugs. I can't breath.
"Twenty?" I make out Damien says to the person he's talking to. "That's quite all right. Very good turnout."
Oh, so he's talking to staff. I'm mildly relieved; in this moment, we are mostly alone. Of course, that means some member of his staff has seen me nude on a table like some kind of toy, but that's the least of my concerns. I'm grateful that Damien said no one was allowed to touch me. I secretly hope Damien will touch me. In front of everyone? I guess I'm interested in that. More than anything, I hope that he touches me and everyone sees that I'm for him. It's a childish thought. I just don't want to be sold.
Damien walks back to me.
"I'm going to punish you...and reward you." He's stroking my hair for a moment, and then drops his hand. "Just focus on me and not on them, and you'll be perfect." Damien is trying to reassure me, but I hear one word louder than anything else.
Punish. I'm a little excited about the idea of him rewarding me in front of people. It reviles me that these people who are interested in buying me will even consider that I might react to them the same way, but whatever. But if he hurts me in front of them, I don't know why it is so much worse, but I can't stand the idea. I don't want those people to see me cry. If I cry for Damien, when Damien punishes me, it feels private and personal. It still tears me up inside but at least I'm not sharing it with total strangers. But to be doing that in front of complete strangers who are judging my every move? It disgusts me. My stomach is churning and I want to scream. I'm sweating now, I feel clammy and weak. My knees wobble but I try to stay strong. I inhale and he runs his hand down my spine.
"You can be the perfect little pet for me. You can show them how sweet you'll taste if they buy you. You'll drive them wild," Damien says to me, but his voice is far away.
Yes, he sounds like he's reconsidering his current course of actions. Like maybe he doesn't want to do this presentation. That's what I'm hoping for. Don't sell me. Don't get rid of me.
But if I do well for Damien, at least he'll see me and want me. That's the best I can hope for.
I start to spiral in my mind, thinking about what I'll do if Damien sells me to someone else and I have to be without him. Losing my parents hurts, losing Damien means losing the last safe feeling I have.
I don't want to feel safe with Damien but I do. It's the only kind of safety I could have when I'm to be sold like cattle. Well...like a girl who is a virgin and some stranger wants to fuck. Bile rises in my throat and I need to hold it at bay.
"They'll be here in a few minutes, Sarah," Damien says, dropping his fingers down to my stomach, trailing down to my pussy and dipping his fingers in my slippery folds. Despite my horror and revulsion at the events to happen, I am aroused to be nude in front of Damien. For him to touch me.
I will my stomach to settle. I'm trembling. Damien isn't touching me. He's near me. I can't look at him. I don't know if he's distracted or if his eyes are on me. I see his hand reach into his pocket and he pulls out two objects.
One of his hands grabs my nipples, and he clamps my nipple into the things he pulled from his pocket! I wince and bite my lip, trying to yelp out because there are two. He does the other and I exhale as he places the next one on. The weight is surprisingly...pleasant almost seems too strong a word. The tugging sensation is making my breathing catch, but not in fear. These prove to be a useful distraction. Suddenly I am hyper-focused on how they make my breasts feel. I'm staying still now, but when I move even the slightest, if my breasts sway, they tug. That's when I see Damien open a drawer to the table I didn't know existed. There's a leather paddle inside and I know now what's happening. He's going to punish me with that in front of them. And every hit will only weigh down the weighted chains on my nipples further.
Damien pulls a blindfold out and binds it over my eyes. I can’t see anything now. I should be more terrified than ever, especially since I can’t stop thinking about that leather.
Somehow, though, I'm instead aroused.
“Gentlemen,” Damien begins, and I feel him open, and then close the drawer.
The paddle.
“I will be bringing this gorgeous specimen to the Virgin Market. She’s trained to be very obedient, and I will now demonstrate just that.”
I keep myself from reacting. I'm going to be good. I want to please Damien. I want to keep from attracting the kind of buyer that might be excited by my pain and disobedience. I hate to think about it like this, though. I want Damien to keep me.
But I can’t think about any of that right now.
“You will not come while I spank you,” Damien instructs.
“Yes Sir,” I say immediately, hoping it is the right thing to do.
Come while he spanks me? That sounds like an odd order. This is going to hurt.
But when Damien hurts me, I crave more. God. I really have to just breathe through, power through this moment. If I distract myself and follow down the rabbit hole of thoughts I’ll just —
THWACK!
I yelp out before I swallow the sound.
Right on my pussy. My pussy is wet, trembling, and held in place for Damien’s punishment. My nipples are aching with the paired agony of the leather paddle hitting my pussy.
Damien lands a hit, another, and then another. I don’t catch my breath the whole time and I fight back tears that want to fall from my eyes. My hands want to pull off these heavy nipple clamps. I want to squirm to get away.
But I don’t. I’m being obedient. I want to be good for Damien.
In doing that, and feeling just this moment, I'm free to feel every sensation. After so many smacks, I don’t think of the paddle as bringing pain or pleasure. The clamps are heavy — not aching, sore, painful, or enjoyable. In this moment, I just be. Just. Be.
It is so freeing that my breathing calms and I have composure that I didn’t know I was capable of.
Then, Damien stops the thwacks, sitting the paddle down between my spread thighs. Heat pools on my pussy now that the sensations have time to sink in. Damien removes the nipple clamps. I gasp. The sensation is surprising. It is somehow both painful…and pleasurable. Neither, and both, at once.
“Very good, Sarah,” Damien whispers. I am positively beaming at the praise. I like knowing that I performed well for him.
“Now, she has just as much grace in receiving a reward as she does a punishment.”
Reward. Damien is talking about an orgasm. The need for pleasure surges through my body and I realize, yes, that’s exactly what I want right now. I don’t know why I took that spanking and…it didn’t shut me down. I feel strong somehow. I did obey Damien in order to be good for him, but I went somewhere during that moment and I felt…
Safe.
I trust Damien.
I trust my body to experience things without it destroying me. I don’t know quite how to explain this in my brain, but that’s the thing. I don’t need to.
And now?
Now I get to cum. I don’t care that people are watching. If anything, that turns me on more. It's something that I thought would freak me out…but I think it has something to do with the fact that I want Trevor to be there. Blindfolded, I only know that many pos
sible buyers are present. But there’s just one that I want to impress.
Damien’s mouth closes over my pussy, licking a wet tongue down my folds. His tongue delves inside, pointed, then flattening and widening inside my pussy and making me cry out. Damien’s hands are on my nipples, softly rubbing the tortured buds and making me whimper.
I want to wiggle but I’m too restrained to do so. Damien is softly licking my pussy, and I want to cry out and beg for more.
But I think about what he said. I want to gracefully come all over Damien’s face while Trevor watches. My skin is so sensitive from the spanking, I feel how close I am, so much molten heat on the surface.
I moan a little bit louder than I meant to, but Damien’s tongue is licking all around my clit. His nose nudges my sensitive bud as his face works around my pussy and it sends me over the edge. It all hits me like a hurricane, my pussy weeping out cum. Damien licks some of it up but then pulls his face away and runs the paddle through my folds.
“Lick,” he commands me. I smell the scent of the leather and my cum in front of my face, and I let my tongue poke forward. I’m not timid, just unsure about where my target is. When my tongue hits the leather I feel my creamy cum slither onto my tongue and I lap it up. I don’t know why, but it's so erotic that I sigh a little.
Something about this whole experience blows my mind. Everything with Damien is so intense. But somehow I have respite from the stress of knowing that Damien is testing me. If his praise is to be believed, and the pat he gives on my head now, then I must have done well.
My stomach burns. Does that mean that I pleased him and he will sell me, or I pleased him and he won’t sell me?
"See, what a well-behaved pet this can be," Damien says, and he's rubbing his hands over my pleased and abused skin.
What?
How can I like what he's doing to me? I should want to get away, but I feel so alive. This is wrong, but it is deliciously wrong.
“I’m going to release you from your restraints and have you kneel. I will take off your blindfold but you are to keep your eyes cast downward,” Damien’s voice is measured but I feel like there’s something else behind it. He releases me and sets me up on the table so that I'm kneeling. I'm keeping my eyes to the ground like I'm supposed to, until I feel another male presence near me. There are so many men in this room, but this one is...different. He stalks toward Damien and I like a predatory cat, yet his silent movements only serve to further unnerve me. I lick my lips and I want to look at his face. It has to be… Damien leans to whisper into my ear, his lips grazing my skin and making me groan a little from the tiny touch. "Trevor likes you, little one,” Damien says.
Oh?
"Sarah is a good, obedient girl," Trevor says. His voice is like dark chocolate, rich with no sweetness and yet I crave it. The way he says my name runs erotic flashbacks through my mind. I can’t possibly stand this any longer, the two of them with me bound to a table. Trevor isn’t just watching again. I can tell by the tone in his voice. He’s so tempting. If I could pull him in, I would. I can smell my pussy now; the musk is strong as I get so wet for both of my men. God, I can’t think of them that way, I know, but I do.
"You really aren't going to let me touch her, Damien?" Trevor's voice is colored with humor, but this is no joke. This is pure male challenge. After how well they shared me, there’s something terrifying in this moment. But…something else tells me that I don’t quite get what’s at play here.
"The one who touches her is the one who buys her," Damien responds. "At least here." That last part was said so quietly that I don't think anyone but Trevor and I heard it. I want to be afraid, but I'm titillated.
"Thank you all for attending. I'll see you at the Virgin Market, and I'll remind you that while you may pre-send in your offers, nothing will be final until the day of the Virgin Market." Damien is being the perfect host, speaking so politely to a bunch of disgusting people that watched me get spanked and come and want to buy me. They all disgust me.
Except for Damien, and Trevor. They don’t disgust me. They give me urges that I've since stopped trying to understand.
Somehow, even though Damien seems to be actually possessive over me, he also seems to want to push me at this Trevor. And, God, I must be darker than I can imagine, because I want him to give me to Trevor. I still want Damien—better the devil I know or perhaps I truly am attracted to Damien despite everything—but I want Trevor too.
My body is aching with need. Fuck, I really am a slut. But it's so much better than the boring life I had before.
How can I let go of everything like this?
Because I want to give in to so much more. I accept this and inhale what feels like new air around me.
Damien puts my blindfold back on, and I’m not sure why. It's arousing, and maddening.
"What happened to the shy little virgin?" Trevor practically purrs at me in that gruff, rich voice that makes me go crazy for him. My whole body has a sheet of heat wash over it, and I'm burning for his teasing.
My lips part to say something. What, I don't know. Trevor slides a finger in my mouth. My tongue laps over the skin and sucks his finger, desperate to taste him for even a moment. I need to know what his skin tastes like, feels like if he was inside me, even just a finger. I moan at the taste of him, masculine and something I can't describe. His dominant nature has a taste and I'm savoring it.
"You'll be the perfect little cum slut, won't you, Sarah?" Trevor says, his other hand tugging on the painful clamp that has my nipple in its vise grip.
"Mhhhmmm," I moan against his finger and I suck harder. I don't know why it turns me on but I want to suck his finger more. I want to put my tongue over every inch of his body. I am desperate to have him touching me. I don't know what's come over me. I don't know why I'm not horrified that he wants to call me that. Yet here I am moaning against him and desperate for his touch.
"That's what I thought." Trevor presses his finger against my tongue. "Damien, you must be crazy to sell her. Not that I can complain when I have to have her." There’s something playful in his voice, but it doesn’t erase the danger, either.
"Are you going to take off her blindfold?" Damien asks. He sounds...curious. Like he isn't sure what he wants the answer to be. It also sounds like he is dodging the question that Trevor asked. A question I am equally curious to have the answer to. The idea that Damien put it back on to see if Trevor wants to take it off? It does things to my body that make me shiver with desire.
I want to see Trevor. I'm aroused by this man. I don't know why his confidence doesn't read to me as vile as it would with the other would-be buyers, but Trevor is attractive to me. I remember what his body did to mine and I want it again.
But my stomach gets a pang. It doesn't matter what Trevor did to me. I don't want him to separate me from Damien.
Trevor pulls his finger from my mouth with a wet pop, and he walks away. I hear the slightest of footfalls. He is infuriatingly silent. Everyone else clunks around the room. Damien has a cadence to his steps that I now instantly recognize.
That familiar cadence strides toward me, and Trevor's nigh impossible to hear footfalls.
I feel four hands on me.
This delicious thought I hadn’t dared hope for, until now.
"Will you share me again?” It pops out of my mouth not unlike how Trevor's finger left me. Oh, God, why did I say that? I should shut up, I don’t know if Damien is going to torture me now and keep me on the edge of pleasure. I don’t think I can take that again.
Damien's hand—I recognize the feel of it, though I can't exactly describe how—removes my blindfold. "You don't belong to anyone." He swallows. "Yet."
Trevor raises an eyebrow. I take a long, lingering stare at Trevor's face. It's a visage of absolute male beauty. Where Damien is both rough and refined, rugged and sophisticated, yet always emanates power...Trevor is something else. He's masculine, but he's...beautiful! That's the only word for the sculpted cheekbones and pouty m
outh. If trouble had a mascot, it would be his shimmering blue eyes and dark, perfectly-coiffed hair that trademarked it. His bone structure and strong jawline are defined and form the perfect frame for the strong wall of a man I see in a charcoal gray suit that doesn't hide the downright enormous erection tenting in them. Now, I imagine that cock in my mouth. Dear God, one finger in my mouth, one night of being on display, those filthy things we did…and I'm so horny I can’t think about anything but their hands on me. I want them to fuck me, more than anything, in this moment, because I crave these Adonis, Greek god men. I want them to trap me between their bodies and do whatever they want to me. I want it. God, I want it so bad. The 'sales presentation' was just too much to handle, I want satisfaction and I have an inkling about how I want it.
I realize I'm sucking in my lips and making a serious face. I must look ridiculous. I tear my eyes away from Trevor, who has a terrifyingly sexy grin plastered on his face. Oh, he knows what I'm thinking. I want to look at Damien. I want to beg him to buy me, keep me, let me be his.
And...a small voice rips my confidence and joy to shreds. What if Damien doesn't want me? He is planning to sell me after all? Maybe he hates my parents—not that I can blame him—and he hates me too.
Why haven't I considered this very real possibility before? I search Damien's eyes and I find no answers, only questions. I can't think about any of this. I don't know what's happening right now. I don't know why Damien is selling me. I don't know why he let Trevor touch me. I just can't think about anything right now. No one is saying anything. I'm certainly not going to open my mouth and embarrass myself again. I can't stand the idea of Damien saying something like what he just did again.
How did I become the woman who wanted to be owned by a man? By two even? I want to curl into a ball and sleep forever. I can't take this feeling inside like I'm being pulled in a thousand different directions. My life was easier when I was just angry and afraid!
I know this now. I no longer have my innocence, my virginity. With two men looking at me now, men that I want, men that I would give myself to again and again…I’m no girl. I'm a woman now. I want to be able to act on this realization. But that's the part of me that hasn't matured. I haven't figured out that next part yet.