by Cecilia Tan
He spoke to our audience. “What do you think, folks, should I give her a chance to show how obedient she can be?” The suggestion was met with universal approval. “And should I be lenient?”
“Might depend on just how good she is,” Axel said with a wicked grin.
“All right, Madison. What would you like to show the people?”
I didn’t care if it was a cliché. I dropped to my knees, crawled to him, then undid his belt and fly and took out his cock. Actually it was more like it fell out, heavy and stiff, once his fly was undone. I wasted no time in trying to give the best possible blowjob ever.
When he yanked me off him by his fist in my hair, gasping, I knew I’d pushed him dangerously close to coming. I licked my swollen lips and looked up at him with pure seduction in my eyes.
“Hold her down,” he said, and a moment later Axel and Mal had me pinned on the floor, one of them on either side of me, while Chino put on a condom. “Good thing she’s wet because this thing isn’t.” He rubbed the tip up and down where I was wettest. “Okay, girl, what’s this hole for?”
“Your cock, Daddy.”
“What’s this hole for?” he repeated.
“Your cock and nothing else,” I half shouted.
“That’s right,” he said, and thrust into me with a brutal push, just the way I liked it. I let out a scream but it was a scream of ecstasy. Not that anyone but Chino knew it: To everyone else it probably sounded like he had stabbed me with a butcher knife.
He moved slowly, then, a few rolls of his hips to make sure his whole shaft was good and slippery, and then he bucked mercilessly, driving into me with everything he had. His eyes never left mine and I didn’t dare close my own for fear it would break this perfect circuit between us, every thrust like a turn of the engine that lit up all my pleasure centers.
“Suck her nipples,” Chino said, and his two lieutenants made me gasp, Axel suckling hard, Mal using the edge of his teeth. “Tell me, Madison. Is this against the rules?”
“No, Daddy! You said…above the waist is okay.”
“That’s right. But everything down here is mine.” He fucked me in time with the music then, closing his eyes at last and losing himself in the pure heat of where our bodies joined.
But he wasn’t done. He pulled free before either of us could come, and tried to resettle the condom but it had gotten wrapped inside itself or something and he yanked it off and wadded it in a tissue. “Do you realize this is the first time we’ve done the missionary position?” he said to me, his voice quiet and calm, and it felt like we were speaking “backstage,” out of the scene.
“If you call being held down by two other doms missionary,” I pointed out.
He laughed. “All right. Time for your punishment.” Just like that we were back in scene. “Spread her, boys. Ford, Sam, if you’ll take her hands.”
The other two members of the band held my hands over my head while Axel and Mal each took an ankle and kept my legs apart. I wasn’t limbered up but I was still more flexible than the average person, giving me a fairly wide split.
“Gwen, could you bring me a quirt?”
My eyes went wide. The whip. He was going to whip my inner thighs? This was going to hurt like hell.
He swished the single leather tail in the air in front of me, and I could feel the air currents against my lush sex. “Okay, girl. Your punishment. Are you going to take it like a good girl?”
My voice came out breathless. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Ten strokes. I’ll count them down,” he said, going down to one knee and measuring the distance. “Here’s number ten.”
The whip lashed out and a stripe of fire ignited near one of my knees. I lifted my head to see because I almost couldn’t believe I wasn’t burned. A red welt appeared instantly.
Chino waited until I’d put my head back down and slowed my breathing before he dealt the matching mark to the other leg. “Nine.”
This time I couldn’t stay silent, though I gritted my teeth and tried to keep it all in.
Axel whistled appreciatively. “That’s gotta hurt like a motherfucker.”
Yes, it did. Chino ran the fall of the quirt softly over my legs while he waited for the pain to subside a little, making sure I got the full run of suffering before putting a fresh one an inch or two up my leg from where the previous one had landed. I whipped my head back and forth trying to process the pain. If Mal and Axel had not each had a death grip on my ankles I would have been kicking my feet.
By the time we got to “five” the stripes had progressed up my inner thighs toward ever more sensitive flesh and I full out screamed. The pain had to go somewhere and out my mouth and into the air as sound was the only choice. When I ran out of air in my lungs my throat was raw and I gasped to try to catch my breath.
“Good girl,” Chino said. “You’re doing great. Four more to go.”
I lifted my head again to see the stripes. There was room for maybe one more on each leg before he got to my pussy itself. I looked him in the eye.
He had his poker face on, not outright cruel-looking, but not giving anything away either.
Was he really going to do it—whip me right on the pussy? Given how the leather felt on my legs, would it cut the more tender flesh of my labia? Would he risk catching me right on the clit and damaging the nerves?
“Such a good girl,” he said, lining up the next lash.
“Oh, no,” I heard myself say, as if my mouth were in revolt. “No no no, please, Daddy, no…” I screamed as he landed another blow on my leg, in the last inch of flesh before my labia. Four, that was four, even if I hadn’t heard the number through my own scream.
I didn’t hear three, either, as it marked the other side.
He dangled the whip now so that the tip tickled my clit. At any other time that would have been titillating, but knowing now where he was headed the words poured forth again. “Oh, God, please no, no, no, Chino you can’t I can’t you can’t be serious!” He was tugging on his cock with his other hand while teasing me with the fall. I tried to remember what he’d said. That he was going to test me. Challenge me. Make it hard.
He leaned in to lick a wet stripe up the very center of my pussy, leaving my clit glistening and exposed. That really was his target! He backed up and began to swing his arm back and forth, getting ready to strike.
“Please don’t hurt me, Daddy, please don’t!” I screamed.
He lifted his arm and out of nowhere someone grabbed him. The guys let go of me immediately as Chino fell back. I sat up in time to see him connect with a rather square punch and then land on top of his assailant who was squawking for mercy much less appealingly than I had.
Axel and Mal pulled Chino off to keep him from maiming the man severely, but in my fury at having my moment stolen I leaped on top of him instead.
Blood ran from his nose but he was easy enough to recognize. “Price Lawson, you unbelievable scumbag!” I spat as I grabbed him by the shirt collar and slapped him as hard as I could. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
He didn’t seem to hear me. His bell had been rung too hard.
“Are you all right, Maddie?” Chino asked from somewhere behind me.
“I’m fine.” I was endorphin-high and shaking with adrenaline, but that was to be expected. “I’m just fine.”
Lawson blinked, catching up with the conversation. His hand flew to his bleeding nose but he gave me a look of outrage. “Thanks to me!”
“No, no thanks to you,” I said. “You’re an idiot. Don’t you know it’s traumatizing to be yanked out of a scene before it’s finished?”
“But…but he was…” Lawson sputtered and pointed at Chino, who had come to stand beside me, still flanked by Mal and Axel. “He was about to really hurt you.”
Chino laughed. “Are you kidding me? Don’t you know a mindfuck when you see one?”
“She was begging you!”
“Yes, she was. Maddie, tell him how the last scene we did in this
spot ended.”
Even through my rage at Lawson and all the adrenaline and endorphins running through me from the scene, I felt an intense bolt of sweetness shoot through me at Chino’s words. We were thinking exactly the same thing! I reached up and felt him grab my hand, but nothing could make me feel more connected to him than that moment, like we were reading each other’s minds.
“I was planning to pull the same trick again,” Chino said, squeezing my fingers. “Go on and tell him.”
“You built me up like the last two cracks were going to be the worst of all and then you just tapped me gently, knocked me over with a feather, so to speak.”
Chino bent down and kissed me on the cheek. “I love you, Maddie.”
“I love y—” Before I could finish, Lawson tried to struggle out of my grip and caught me on the chin with the heel of his hand. I scrambled out of the way as Axel, Mal, and Chino jumped in again, this time with a set of wrist restraints.
Gwen was on her cell phone. “Reeve isn’t picking up, I wonder—”
Before she could finish her sentence, though, I heard the voice that answered the question of what Reeve was busy with. Conrad Schmitt was bellowing from the hallway. “Lay a hand on me and you will find yourself on the receiving end of an assault lawsuit! I assure you, Ms. Hamilton, this escort is entirely unnecessary.”
As Sakura lowered a bathrobe onto my shoulders, Ricki answered, “Cy didn’t raise any fools, Conrad. I’m allowing you to clean out your locker yourself out of courtesy. Don’t make me regret the decision.”
Schmitt didn’t turn at the changing room door, though. He kept coming straight into the main room but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the tableau before him: a bleeding man facedown on the floor, Chino sitting on his legs, Mal with a fist in his hair, me beside them with everyone huddled around me. “And is this further shenanigans to discredit me?”
Ricki took one look around. “No, this is some other shenanigans entirely. I’ll deal with that later.”
“My ejection is entirely improper. The by-laws of the organization—”
“What organization?” Ricki asked. “Oh, you mean the community of sexual freedom and experimentation you’ve been a part of for fifty years but who you’ve supported legislation against?” She addressed the room. “You guys want to guess how many millions he’s funneled into Purity Values causes? The bill that would criminalize dildo ownership in Texas? The outlawing of oral sex in Michigan? Cracking down on the legal production of porn right here in California? But that’s not why you’re being drummed out of the club, Conrad. Hypocrisy is gross but it’s not against the so-called by-laws. You know what is? Consent violation.”
“Consent—” His eyes narrowed. “You can’t possibly still be holding a grudge about that one inappropriate pass I made at you, young lady. I apologized and you would not find a court of law that would uphold that as sexual harassment.”
Ricki shook her head. “No, not that one. This complaint came from your wife. Would you like me to read the details of the e-mail she sent me to the room? Since you seem to have decided to take this to the court of public opinion.”
He paled, coughed, shook. I was afraid he might keel over right that moment with a heart attack or apoplexy. But he recovered from his shock. “My wife is not feeling well tonight or she would be here to refute these outrageous claims.”
Ricki seemed bored with his bluster. “Your wife is at your house in Malibu tonight changing the locks.” She checked her watch. “You’re now officially trespassing in my home. My next call will be to the police if you are not gone in the next twenty seconds.”
“You wouldn’t dare. And expose all this?”
Ricki could be such an ice queen when she wanted to. She really had him sweating bullets. This time she did not reply but merely kept her eyes on her watch.
“Mr. Schmitt,” Reeve said, sensing his moment. “If you’ll allow me to accompany you to your car.”
Schmitt said nothing, merely preceded Reeve into the hall. None of us said anything either, although Gwen did hand Mal a towel to blot Lawson’s nose with. Then her phone buzzed with a message.
Lawson groaned. “I think you broke my nose.”
Chino stood and looked at his knuckles. “Well, I did cut myself on your glasses.”
“Since when does he wear glasses?” I stood and belted the bathrobe.
“Since he decided to surveil us, it would appear.” Mal picked up the broken remains, which looked much like the camera-glasses PlayPeople had sent me to use while vlogging.
Ricki stepped forward and cracked her own knuckles. “Do you think he doesn’t realize my company owns his company or is he just stupid?”
“You’re the one who always says why choose ‘or’ instead of ‘and,’” I pointed out. I nudged Lawson in the arm with my foot. “Sit up, Price.”
“Do I have to? You hit me really hard,” he whined.
“Sorry about the lack of negotiation,” Chino said sarcastically, “but who invited you anyway?”
“No one, obviously,” I said. “He snuck in. Still trying to get his big scoop.”
Mal propped Lawson upright and then, with a glare of warning, undid the restraints. Lawson accepted a handkerchief from him sheepishly and held it against his nose. “And I would’ve snuck out again, but I was trying to film what was going on in here and then got trapped because Schmitt and the security man were arguing at the top of the stairs.”
“And then you got suckered into thinking I was actually doing something horrible to Madison while all these people watched.” Chino put an arm around me. “Some crack reporter you are.”
“I think Ricki’s got his balls in a sling at this point,” I said sweetly, pressing a kiss to Chino’s cheek. “Let’s leave him to her. And we can pick up where we left off.”
“Is Reeve back yet?” Ricki asked. “I think perhaps Mr. Lawson and I should continue this conversation in my office.”
“Um,” Gwen said, “I just got a message from him. There’s someone at the gatehouse.” She put the phone to her ear.
“One of yours, Lawson?” Chino asked. “Someone coming to pick you up? Let me guess. You snuck here in Madison’s trunk.”
Lawson held the kerchief against his face. “Yeah. But I’ve got nothing to do with whoever’s at your front gate.”
Gwen put her hand on my arm, still on the phone with the guard at the gate. “Chino,” she said. “It’s your mom and sister.”
Chapter Nineteen
CHINO
If I thought when I broke Price Lawson’s nose (and I’m pretty sure I did) that was the angriest I could ever get, that was before I saw the black eye on my mother’s face. There was nothing I could do at that moment to defend her or avenge her other than run to wrap her in my arms.
She was so much smaller than I remembered, not even five feet tall, her chin high and defiant despite the ugly bruise—or maybe that was just her looking up at me. She also didn’t seem as old as I’d expected, her hair still ink black and her eyes only slightly lined. I’d grown a few inches since she’d last seen me, and she fit well under my chin. Once I got her in a hug I didn’t want to let her go. Not when she was patting me on the back and telling me, in Spanish, how happy she was to see me, how much she missed me, how sorry she was.
“Don’t be sorry, don’t be sorry,” I told her, my face buried in the top of her hair. “Just be happy. That’s all I want. Just be happy, Mamá.”
Someone put a soft hand on arm and I thought it was Madison at first. Then I realized it was Flor. I pulled her into the hug, too. “You did it. You got here.”
“Chino.” She cried a little and I felt the tension leaving her. “Thank God. We were going to wait until Tuesday. We had the tickets booked. But something set him off and I was afraid when he came back it would be worse. He took my phone! So when he went out we ran. First to a neighbor’s, and then she drove us down to a motel where we got a cab right to the airport. We had to spend almost everythi
ng on the card to change the tickets. Without my phone all I had was what Madison had told me to write down on a piece of paper and hide.”
I was persuaded to let go of them and introduce them to Madison. She had hastily put on a sundress and I’d thrown my leather pants and a T-shirt back on, but we were not exactly at our most cleaned up at that moment. In fact, I was certain that I reeked of sex and leather, but there had been no time to get any more prepared. I brought her forward with my arm around her. “Mom, Flora, this is Madison. You talked to her on the phone.”
“So pleased to meet you, Flora.” Maddie said, and then nodded toward my mother. “Ana…?” she said, as if unsure how to address her.
My mother was no fool. In Spanish she said, “She should be calling me Mamá, too, no?” I nodded and then she hugged Maddie.
“Are you all right?” I asked then, trying to get a better look at her black eye. “Do you need to see a doctor?”
She swatted an imaginary fly to keep me back. “No. I’m fine.”
“Although we’re starving,” Flora said.
“Oh goodness, we have tons of food here. Hi, I’m Ricki. This is my house.” Ricki, the only one of us who was respectably dressed, in a sharp skirt suit, stepped forward and introduced herself. “Let’s make our way to the kitchen and we can talk more there.”
“Oh, and Mom, Flora, these are my best friends, my bandmates Axel and Mal,” I said.
Flora suddenly stiffened. “I’ve seen your photos,” she said with a self-conscious nod toward them.
Axel caught my eye as we began moving out of the foyer. Usually when a young woman said she’d seen his pictures the reaction was decidedly different. I shrugged.
Before we could leave the foyer, though, a high-pitched sound came through, clearly audible in the large entryway: Helene’s instantly recognizable orgasmic squeals. Apparently someone was finally trying out the Rotorvator.
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MADISON