The next blow landed, and I hissed through my teeth at the strength of the swing. The belt was different from anything else I’d taken before. It carved a wide path of heat that flamed hotter the longer it settled into my skin.
As he continued spank me, my mind grew heavy and dark, melting into a place where there was no noise or chaos, no troubles or terrors, just pure velvety blackness and bright colour wheels of bliss each time a blow landed.
Unconsciously, my hips punched back toward each blow, inviting the pain because my body was well acquainted with how to twist it into mind-numbing pleasure.
I whimpered when I heard the belt drop, not because I was in pain but because I was greedy for more stimuli.
I felt like a faulty outlet, leaking electricity everywhere, desperate to be filled so that the currents would stop ravaging me.
Alexander knew just what I needed, but he didn’t give it to me.
Instead, he teased his plump cock head at the slick entrance to my cunt.
“I can feel you drenching my dick,” he said as he teased me, nudging against me and then sliding away. “Close your legs.” I did, and he groaned as I trapped him between my sticky thighs. “I could fuck you just like this and come all over your belly. Would you like that?”
“No,” I panted as he began to fuck through my wet thighs, the hot tip of his erection bumping with each thrust against my throbbing clit. “No, fuck me.”
His hot breath wafted over my sweat dampened neck as he pressed into me and me into the wall. I gasped when the breadth of the hearth scraped over my sensitive nipples.
“Tell me exactly what you want, and I might just give it to you.”
I moaned as he wrapped one hand over my hips and began to flick my clit piercing into my aching flesh. My legs began to shake, an orgasm on the horizon that I knew would raze me like a tsunami to the very ground.
“Please, Master, give me your hard cock and fuck me until I can’t take it anymore,” I begged.
“Good, topolina,” Alexander said on a groan, and then he tipped his hips and sank his entire thick length deep inside me.
Alexander wrapped a hand around my throat to keep me steady and bucked up into me like the wild animal I knew lived at the heart of his civilized veneer.
Instantly, I came.
My entirely body shook with the force of the orgasm, rattled my teeth and my bones, jarring my thoughts inside my head until only two words remained.
I’m his.
“Mine,” he seemed to echo as he planted himself at the end of me and let my fiercely clenching walls milk him dry.
I slumped against the wall, reeling from the way he could break me apart and put me back together better than I was before every time he touched me. I wondered idly if I’d been trained to respond to pain and control this way because of my conditioning or if it had always been in me to give, a dark seed at the heart of me that only had to be sown by the right hand in order to bear fruit.
Alexander was still inside me, but I felt him bend over close to the fire. I tried to turn my head to see what he was doing, but his hand went up to press my cheek gently against the wall, immobilising me.
“What are you—?” I screamed as something white hot kissed the bottom edge of my left ass cheek, searing so deeply into my almost sensitive nerves, white and black stars popped through my vision.
Alexander held me still with a firm hand and his hips for a long moment before taking the god-awful pain away.
Tears ran down my cheeks and into his fingers as he finally around me to turn around to face him. I tried to move my hand back to touch the burning pain lodge on my butt, only he caught my hands and brought them between us so he could kiss each knuckle.
“What did you do?” I hiccoughed.
His dark blond brows knitted tightly over the cold burn of steel in his eyes. They branded into my gaze just as something had irrevocably been branded into my ass.
“I marked you with my coat of arms,” he said, kissing then biting my knuckles in a gentle, rhythmic way that lulled me like a hand over a kitten’s back. “Now, no matter where you go or how far you get from me in this life, now or after our five years are up, everyone will know who you belong to.”
I sniffed. “The Davenport family?”
“No,” he snarled softly, biting hard into the fleshy pad of my thumb and then sucking it into his mouth. “You will only ever belong to me.”
“You are an extension of myself tonight, my beauty, therefore I expect you to be a paradigm of submission and sensual power. Is that understood?”
I nodded from where I kneeled on the floor, my hands behind my back and my head tipped down so that my face was curtained by my silken hair.
Alexander stood over me, having come into the room after readying himself in the bathroom of his London home in Mayfair. I’d been given instructions to bathe, dress in the complicated leather straps laid out for me, and then kneel for my Master to inspect me.
He was doing so now, circling me, taking in the way the lines of the harness curved around my hips, accentuated the shape of my large breasts and cut pleasingly into the underside of my plump ass. My hair was down, brushed out like a slick cloak of pure night around my shoulders and over my back, and my make-up was just as dramatic, highlighting the bright gold of my eyes and the exact shape of my full mouth.
I’d stared at myself in the mirror as I got ready, and I’d grown damp between my thighs. I looked like sex. Not something cheap and tawdry you could pick up on a street corner, but something classy and expensive as a down payment on a house.
It should have made me feel hollow the way my beauty often made me feel, but that night, barely dressed in something chosen for me by my Master, I felt like a goddess.
“You rival even Aphrodite’s beauty tonight,” Alexander told me, as usual on the same page in the dark novel of our life. “You put her to shame with your combination of purity and sin.”
“Persephone then, Master,” I offered as I stared at the high shine of his shoe and fought the urge to kiss it.
I was desperate for his touch and satisfaction. There was something about being dressed that way, trussed up for sex, that made me want to seduce him with every single one of my female wiles, my mouth and my hands, my cunt and my ass, my words and my sass.
I wanted to gorge myself on his beauty and his cum.
He stroked his hand down my head and back. “You’re trembling. Do you want me very badly, my beauty?”
I licked my dry lips before I could respond. “Yes, Master, very badly.”
“If I gave you permission to get off against the table leg, do you think you could?” he mused.
I eyed the bulbous curve of the table leg and nodded. “If I could also suck your cock at the same time.”
His chuckle was a dark thread weaving my arousal tighter and tighter inside me. “Don’t tempt me to keep you at home tonight. We have a mission.”
We did.
I had to shake my head to clear the fog of arousal shrouding my rationality, but then I remembered all too clearly that there was a purpose to being in London.
We were going to Club Dionysus, the Order’s exhibition space in London where slaves were taken to be presented like a debutante at court and displayed frequently by seasoned masters just for the fun of it. Alexander had been putting it off because he didn’t like the idea of sharing me with the Order after everything that had happened six week ago, but Sherwood had sent a missive sealed in red wax and stamped with the official insignia. It had mentioned the disappearance of Landon Knox.
Alexander assured me it wasn’t about the crime, that people died during The Hunt all the time and no one was ever turned in for murder. But we both agreed that there was something going on with the Order, something the pertained directly to him.
He hoped that he could uncover some things at the club when the brothers were deep in their cups and distracted by outrageous displays of Domination and submission.
He tipped my chin up so I could
look him in the eyes now, and he searched my face for any signs that I might be frightened of the night to come.
I was but not terribly.
Anyone who had witness the depravities and obscene violence of the Order would be wary of returning to their fold.
But I had Alexander, and he had proven more than once that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me.
“If she wasn’t a virgin goddess, I would suggest Athena,” he said softly, rubbing his thumb over my lower lip. “Beauty, intelligent and brave.”
I sucked in a breath and flicked my tongue out to taste his thumb. He pulled away and straightened, buttoning the middle clasp of his black suit jacket and then offering me his hand to help me up.
I stumbled when he pulled me up too fast so that I went bending over the settee behind him.
“Stay down,” he ordered when I went to right myself.
I shivered as his hand trailed down the edge of the strap covering my spine all the way to the place the leather held my ass cheeks up and apart. There was a snap of a bottle opening and then cool liquid pouring over my asshole and pussy.
“You’re going to wear something for me tonight, bella, so that you are always aware of me.”
His fingers circled my pussy, dipping in and out like it was a pot of ink as I grew wet beneath his touch. He dragged the sticky arousal over my lube damped asshole and rubbed his thumb over the tightly crinkled bud.
“We will have to perform a scene tonight as it’s our first night in the club,” he reminded me of something I already knew. “I’ve decided that I’m going to show everyone how quickly you enter subspace during a flogging and then I’m going to take your ass for the first time in front of an audience.” I groaned long and low as his thumb slid into my ass and pulsed inside me. “Would you like that? For everyone to see how this tiny asshole opens up around my cock.”
My hips wiggled as he took his thumb out and replaced it with his index and middle fingers. I panted as he scissored them inside me, stretching me and rubbing against my sensitive walls.
He smacked my ass cheek with his free hand. “Answer me, Cosima. Tonight is not the night to forget yourself.”
“Sorry, Master. Yes, I would love that.”
And the truth was, I would.
I was an admittedly vain creature, just as any model had to be in order to succeed, and as I thought about a group of men and women watching Alexander use me for his pleasure, lusting and envious of us, my pussy began to leak down my thigh.
His fingers disappeared even those I chased my hips back to keep them inside me. He chuckled at my eagerness and then something cold, smooth and too big was at my entrance.
“This is a stainless-steel butt plug capped with a large diamond,” he explained factually as he slowly twisted the bulbous knob inside me.
I hissed with pain as it sank past the initial tight ring of muscle and slid inside me. I could feel myself closing around the narrow base, and I knew I would be able to keep it inside me, albeit uncomfortably, while I walked.
“When you kneel by my side in the club, everyone walking by will the see glint of the diamond snug between your sweet arse cheeks and the brand of my family crest on your skin, and they’ll wish they owned you.”
He patted my bottom and then helped me to stand, holding my arm, and I teetered trying to adjust to the cold, alien weight of it inside me.
“Okay?” he asked.
I nodded, “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” he praised, striding into the bathroom to wash his hands. “Tonight will be fun.”
My hand was in Alexander’s as I alighted from his Town Car just down the street from the club. I was wearing six-inch spiked black heels so my focus was on the ground as I stepped onto the curb, but something in the air made me pause and look up before I’d even finished moving.
Our eyes connected like two magnets.
He looked utterly, devastatingly beautiful. His obsidian waves were tamed and pushed in a perfect wave to the side of his golden forehead, his tall, leanly muscled frame was encased in an impeccably cut suit that made him look like the movie star I believed he should have been.
I’d seen my brother in many situations and forms of dress over the years, but I’d never seen him as he was then.
I’d also never seen nor heard of the woman who was on his arm. She was a petite thing but elegant as a swan, the long line of her pale neck accentuated by the gently curled halo of her ashen hair. I could see the clarity of her blue eyes even from ten feet away, wide and bright as a child’s crayon as they blinked at Sebastian for coming to an unduly halt.
There was a handsome man too, who wasn’t frozen in action beside him like the woman, but who continued half a step and slightly in front of my brother, as if ready to protect him from some potential threat.
That threat, apparently, being me.
Of all the times to run into my brother in London, it was outside a secret society’s sex club with the heavy weight of a plug in my ass and my Master at my side.
“Cosima,” he said at the very same moment I breathed, “Sebastian.”
Alexander tensed beside me and slid an arm around my waist to tuck me further into his side. His Alpha instincts ignited, his nostrils flaring and eyes snapping as Seb and his party unstuck and walked closer.
I tried to move out of the circle of his hold to meet Sebastian halfway as he somewhat woodenly greeted me with our customary three cheek kisses, but Alexander wouldn’t budge an inch, so my brother was forced to get intimately close with him.
I could have sworn the man behind Seb growled at their proximity.
“What are you doing here?” we asked each other at the same time, our voices inflected and accented in the very same places.
I laughed airily. “I’m in town for two nights unexpectedly. A drama queen dropped out of a shoot, and I’m filling in.”
“Why didn’t you call?” he asked, his face crumpled with the hurt he hid from his voice.
I bit my lips as I scrambled to find an answer.
“It was my fault, I’m afraid,” Alexander stepped in to say with a small smile. “I never see Cosima anymore, and when our mutual friend told me she would be in town, I bagsied both nights.”
When Seb frowned slightly, the man behind him offered, “Dibs, claimed, made her promise to see him both nights.”
My brother accepted the translation with a broad smile aimed over his shoulder at his friend. I took a moment to sneak a peek at him and found him to be even more gorgeous than the silent woman with the swan’s neck.
“We were, ah, just going to dinner too,” Sebastian explained, suddenly remembering that he was in odd company too. “Would you like to join us?”
“No,” Alexander said immediately. “We only have a short window for dinner before we’re heading over to a party with some of my friends. Lovely of you to invite us, though, and it was good to meet you.”
I squinted at the man over Seb’s shoulder again and then gaped as the information clicked. “Is that Adam Meyers?”
To my absolute shock, my brother flushed. “Yes, well, Cosima, mia bella sorella,” he continued in Italian so that we could speak privately.
He didn’t know Alexander spoke Italian as well as we did.
“I will call you later,” he promised. “Have a good night with your sugar daddy.”
“I’ll expect an answer when you telephone,” I called lightly after him as he walked backward a few steps before casting a wave over his shoulder in farewell and ushering his friends down the sidewalk back whence they came.
“That was very awkward and very strange,” I told Alexander as I blinked after my brother, my heart hurting that I knew so little about his life. I didn’t even know who his friends were.
“They’re clearly fucking,” Alexander stated in his mater-of-fact British way as he ushered me down the steps and into the unassuming front door of the club.
I was so busy being outraged that I handed over my trench coa
t when Alexander held his hand out for it without batting an eye even though I was only wearing the ornamental leather harness beneath it.
“You think he’s fucking the woman?”
“And the man,” Alexander clarified as he handed our jackets to the doorman and adjusted his diamond cuffs before leading us down a dark corridor. “Both of them.”
“Both!?” I squeaked, unable to imagine my brother with a man, let alone a man and a woman at the same time.
I winced as an image flashed across my mind, and I gripped my temples against the pain of it.
Alexander laughed. “Don’t picture it, but it’s true. The sexual tension between them was practically nuclear. I thought Adam would tear off my head for being so close to Sebastian.”
“He really was Adam Meyers, the actor?” I asked, dazedly. “And that must have been his wife.”
Alexander nodded, stopping us before a plain black door in the wall. He placed his hands on my shoulders and allowed me to watch his face turn firm with domination.
“Enough about that. Are you ready for tonight, my little mouse?”
As difficult as it was to push the awkward encounter and Alexander’s explosive extrapolation out of my mind, I found myself naturally softening at the look of possession and dark control in his eyes.
“That’s my girl,” he said, and the praise settled like a crown of glory in my hair.
He turned us both and knocked on the door. A little window appeared in the center, opened from the other side.
“Purpose?”
“Baccanalia,” Alexander responded, and a moment later, the door swung open and we were stepping inside.
Club Dionysus was exactly as I had imagined it, only even my imagination could not go to the lengths it needed to conjure up the scenes taking place on each of the three stages. It was darkly appointed in navy blues and blacks with silver accents and glowing ice blue lights under the bar and over the stages. Tables and chair were set up before each of the stages, but there were also booths in the middle, centered before the larger main stage where a huge bald man was whipping a young man strapped over a bench.
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