Carnal Carnivàle ~ Amber: A BDSM Billionaire Novella

by Caelia Portier

  Jonah helped his stepfather up, and helped me wash the fresh cum from my body. The two men helped me get clean again, and I returned the favor. They both kissed me before going back outside, and promised to leave me gifts at the door to take home with me.

  I walked out of the showers naked, and saw Vincent leaning against the wall.

  “It's about time,” he said.

  “I got a little sidetracked,” I said, and smiled.

  “Yea, no kidding.” He wasn't smiling.

  Lightning struck in the distance. Several people gasped, and turned to stare. A couple seconds later, a loud clap of thunder caused more people to jump in surprise.

  “Are you mad at me?” I asked, trying to ignore the approaching storm.

  Vincent laced his hands, and pointed at me. “I have to ask you this, just to be on the safe side; are you okay with the bondage aspect of this party?”

  I curled my lip, and nodded.

  “That's good,” he said, “because first-timers have to take part in a hazing if they ever want to come back. I really hope you want to come back, because I've enjoyed having you.”

  “Hazing?” I asked.

  “Yes, and I was worried you might not want to participate when you chose dare, instead of bondage earlier in the evening.”

  “Do you want me to participate?”

  “I want you to, but only if you want to.”

  I thought about the possible consequences of my response. I liked Vincent. I'd only known him for a little over a year, but he seemed like a genuinely nice person. His tastes were extreme, but I didn't think he was dangerous.

  “Yes,” I said, “I want to participate in the hazing.”

  Vincent smiled so wide that I could see all of his teeth. “Good,” he said. “Get her!”

  Two men, naked except for the black, nylon masks they wore to cover their faces, grabbed me, and put duct tape over my mouth. They tied my ankles together, and carried me to a post that had been erected in the middle of the yard. They secured my legs to the post with rope, and tied my wrists behind it.

  One of the men wrapped a cloth bag over the top half of my face, covering my nose, and tied my head to the post. I realized that, with my mouth already covered by tape, I might not be able to breathe.

  I panicked, but my screams came out muffled.

  “Promise to be good,” Vincent said.

  I stopped trying to scream. I tried to nod my head to let Vincent know he had my attention, but the rope around my forehead was secured to the post.

  Vincent ripped the tape from my lips.

  I sucked in as much oxygen as I could, and said, “I couldn't breathe.”

  “One of you, get a blindfold,” he said. “She can see me through this bag.”

  One of the men wrapped a blindfold around my eyes, and tied it behind the post.

  “Some people have their best orgasms when their oxygen supply is cut off,” Vincent said.

  “And some of those people accidentally kill themselves,” I argued.

  Vincent laughed. “I assure you, my staff is highly trained in auto-erotic asphyxiation.”

  “Oh yea, what's their track record?”

  “Perfect... almost,” Vincent said. He laughed deeply, and reapplied the tape to my mouth.

  As dark as the blindfold was, I still saw the bright flashes caused by the lightning. Cool drops of rain fell against my naked body, and I knew the storm had begun.

  I felt fingers on my tits and pussy, and I heard murmurs of delight. People were using me as a sex object.

  Someone rubbed their cock on my clit, and slipped it into my pussy. Someone else, or perhaps the same person, softly nibbled on my nipples.

  No, there had to be more than one person. There were too many hands, and too many mouths.

  I struggled to breathe, and wondered if Vincent had left. Had he forgot about me?

  The tape was ripped from my mouth. I gasped, and gulped in several mouthfuls of sweet oxygen, but then the tape was slapped across my mouth again.

  The dicks continued to fill my pussy, and some of them came inside of me. Some of them pulled out, and came on my thighs and legs.

  Some of the hands that explored my body were gentle, but others were extremely rough. Some people slapped my breasts, pulled my nipples, or bit me hard enough to leave marks. One of the mysterious hands pulled my butt cheeks apart, and put fingers inside of my asshole.

  The tape was removed again, and I gulped air again.

  “Shit!” I yelled.

  “Everyone, back off,” Vincent ordered. “The hazing is over.”

  Several people groaned, including some females, but then they all clapped and cheered.

  “We'll have more hazings later, but for now, go enjoy the other activities.”

  The crowd wandered off, laughing and talking, already forgetting about their casual encounter with me.

  “Take all that shit off her,” Vincent said, “and clean her up for me.”

  The masked men removed the blindfold, the bag, and the ropes that bound me to the wooden post. They used a bucket of water and washcloths to clean me.

  Vincent was standing in front of me, naked, and soaked from the rain. His cock was hard.

  “Did you fuck me?” I asked.

  “Not yet,” he said. “Would you like to come with me?”

  “Yes.”

  He took my hand, and led me through the rain and puddles, back into his house.

  Most of the people inside were still dry, but they were almost all naked and involved in some kind of sexual gratification with another person.

  Vincent led me upstairs, and down a hallway. He opened a door, and we walked into a room filled with money.

  I looked down, expecting the bills to be singles, but they were all hundreds.

  Vincent walked in, dripping water onto the money. I followed him to a bed glimmering with a silver frame.

  I sat down, leaned back, and spread my legs for him.

  He rested his cheek against my inner thigh. I could feel his warm breath on my pussy.

  “I would give you anything you could ever want,” he said.

  “I know you would.”

  “You could have any man, or woman.”

  “I know.”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you,” I said.

  Vincent crawled to me, and kissed me passionately. He put his dick in my pussy, and started fucking me. He grabbed a handful of hundred dollar bills. He shoved them into my mouth until he couldn't fit anymore.

  He flipped me over and put his cock in my ass.

  He fucked my ass, and covered me with money. He rubbed the money all over my back and ass, and pressed it against my clit.

  I came into the piles of money, and moaned through the mouthful of hundred dollar bills.

  Vincent pulled out of my ass, walked to my face, and held my chin. He jerked on his cock until it bulged, and shot cum into the wad of money in my mouth.

  He lightly slapped my face. “Have you enjoyed yourself, tonight?”

  “Mm hmm,” I said.

  “Good.”

  He pulled the cum-drenched money from my mouth, and gave me a passionate kiss.

  “You can stay here tonight, if you want,” he said.

  I considered the offer, but I didn't know how much more sexual brutality I might subject myself to if I stayed there any longer. Knowing me, I'd fuck until I couldn't move the next day.

  “No thanks,” I said. “It's been a long night, and I'm ready for some quiet time on my own couch.”

  “But you will come back, right?”

  “Of course, I will. I had a great time. It was super intense…a lot more exciting than Miami would have been.”

  Vincent laughed. “I told you. Now, come with me, and I'll show you out. You have some gifts waiting for you.”

  “What about my clothes?”

  “We'll take care of everything,” Vincent said, reassuringly.

  We walked downstairs
, and Vincent told one of his servants I was leaving.

  “Everything is waiting outside, Mr. Davenport,” the servant said.

  We walked out a side door, into a carport, and I saw a dark green Dodge Charger parked in front of me. It wasn't the limo I'd come to the party in. It was a regular, awesome, Dodge Charger.

  “How do you like it?” Vincent asked.

  I was confused at first, and then I realized he was giving me the car.

  “That's my gift?” I asked.

  “That's one of them. You have more in the car.”

  “No, it's too much,” I protested.

  “Nonsense, you're taking it.”

  We walked over to the Charger, and the front, driver-side window slid down. Jamal was sitting in the front seat.

  “Oh no,” I said, “I don't think I can do any more fucking, tonight.”

  Jamal and Vincent both laughed.

  “Jamal is just going to take you home,” Vincent said. “I wasn't sure how much you planned on drinking tonight, so I wanted to make sure you got home safely. Fucking is optional, I assure you.”

  Jamal smiled at me. “You look like you had a lot of fun, Amber.”

  I glanced down at my naked body. “Is it that obvious?”

  He laughed. “It sure is. Doors are open, Mr. Davenport,” Jamal said.

  Vincent opened the back door. Inside, was a brand new black dress, much prettier, and much more expensive than the one I'd worn to the party.

  “It's beautiful, Vincent,” I said.

  “I figured the other one might not last through the night,” he said. “Go ahead and try it on.”

  Vincent helped me into the dress, and I did a little twirl for him and Jamal.

  “Very nice, but you have some stuff from Howard and Jonah in the car, as well.”

  Jamal popped the trunk. Inside, were two big stuffed bears, each wearing expensive bracelets and fancy watches. I made a mental note to let them know how much I appreciated their gifts. Perhaps handwritten thank you notes would be in order?

  Next to the bears, was a portable DVD player. It didn't look like anything special, so I wondered if it had been put there by mistake.

  “What's that?” I asked.

  “That's for you,” Vincent said. “One of the activities you were involved in usually shows pictures at the end of the night, but I had them make a DVD especially for you.”

  “You did?”

  “I thought you might like to watch your performance; I know I did. You went above and beyond all expectations.”

  “Thank you,” I said. The thought of Vincent watching me perform made my pussy tingle, even after all that had happened.

  “Goodnight,” Vincent said. “I'll call you soon.”

  Vincent gave me a hug, and one, very long kiss. I got into the back seat, and Jamal put the car into drive.

  As we started the ride back to my house, I opened the DVD player, and turned it on. I watched the video of me sucking ten cocks in a row. The screen was split. It showed me on one side, and the men who were putting their cocks through the glory hole on the other.

  To my surprise, Howard and Jonah had participated. I'd sucked their dicks without even knowing it, and then I'd fucked them in the showers. Another thing that surprised me, was that Vincent hadn't put his cock through the glory hole, even though he must have known what was going on. He was the one who sent me inside, and as host of the party he almost certainly could have known why I was taking so long.

  That rich pervert was watching the whole thing, I thought. I bet he likes to watch me fuck other people. I wonder if he was jerking off while he watched me suck dicks?

  I lifted my dress, and rubbed my clit as I watched the video. Jamal re-positioned the rear-view mirror. He watched as I started finger-fucking my pussy.

  You boys like to watch, and I like to play.

  “Does Mr. Davenport talk about me very often?” I asked, and licked my fingers.

  “Some,” Jamal said nonchalantly. “I only talk to him every now and then.”

  “What does he say about me?”

  “He likes you. Mr. Davenport can have any woman he wants, but I think he wants you in a different way.”

  I gently stroked my clit with my index finger. “What kind of way?”

  “I couldn't say for sure, but I do know that he likes seeing you happy.”

  “Jamal?”

  “Yes?”

  “Did Vincent record us having sex?”

  Jamal stared strait ahead. “Isn't that what you're watching?”

  “I'm watching myself give head to ten different men. They're covering me in their cum,” I grunted, and squirted onto the floorboard of my new car. “But I want to know about me and you. Does he have a recording of us fucking?”

  Jamal flipped a turn signal, and made a turn without speaking.

  “I'm not going to get upset, Jamal,” I said. “It turns me on to think that someone would watch me do nasty things for their own sexual pleasure.”

  “Yes, he was recording you tonight,” Jamal said. “He wanted to watch you fuck me, so he had cameras installed in the stretch limo we were in, earlier.”

  “Mm, that's so naughty of him,” I said, and sucked my fingers. “I bet he recorded me doing lots of nasty things, tonight.” I groaned, and slapped my pussy until I gushed cum.

  “Holy fuck, Amber!” Jamal said, and looked back at me.

  “Keep your eyes on the road,” I told him.

  He turned around, and focused on the road.

  “Jamal, I want you to come into my house and fuck me before you leave.”

  He took a quick glance in the mirror. “You still want more, even after the party? I thought you'd had enough for the night.”

  “It's not for me, this time. I want to thank Mr. Davenport for his hospitality. Are you in the mood to make another video?”

  Jamal laughed. “If you're going to impress him, we're gonna need to be rough.”

  I smirked, and pulled my dress down around my wet thighs. “The rougher, the better.”

  “Yes, Miss Amber.”

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