by May Sage
“Yeeeep,” Tori replied, making the ‘p’ pop out. “Can’t even pretend to be surprised.” Then she flipped through her newly acquired ID phone, and asked, “So, are we starting with female discipline, floor one, or St. Andrew’s Cross, floor three?”
He winced, knowing just what both of those entailed. “We’ll see, sweetheart. First, though, we have to run through the basics. I’m a Dom. For tonight, I’m your Dom.” He marked a pause, giving her the chance to deny that. She kept quiet.
Good girl.
“Other Doms will defer to me when it comes to you. They will ask me your name. They’ll ask me if they can touch you.”
She opened her mouth. Catching his steady gaze, instinctively, without being told she needed to, she closed it.
“Your name is Vicky, here. And no one will touch you. Not tonight.”
“No one?” she asked teasingly.
Smartass.
“No one else.”
21
The Tower
Tori saw exactly what Lexi had meant when she’d confessed to creaming her panties nonstop as she was initiated to The Tower. Holy hell.
There was a woman lying back on a table, completely naked, her hands tied to the legs, her ankles suspended in the air. When Tori and Bryant entered the room, a guy holding a long cane was teasing her body, running his weapon along her breasts, her belly, her legs. Then he pulled his hand back and a harsh slap resounded in the mostly silent room.
The woman yelped, and then moaned, as the man went back to his slow, soft caresses. If her skin had been a little lighter, Tori was certain there would have been red marks.
“Please,” the woman whimpered. “Harder.”
The cane hit her again, on her legs this time, without any warning, and visibly harder. “What did I say?” the Dom asked, an edge to his voice. “Quiet, Bella.”
Fuck. Tori’s mouth was open, and her nipples, standing to attention; she wasn’t even going to acknowledge the state of her soaked pussy.
“Does it hurt?” she whispered at Bryant’s ear.
He didn’t even try to lie. “Yes. A little, in any case. There are worse toys.”
“But she’s enjoying it.”
That much was obvious. The way her back curved into it, the way her lips parted, the way she’d demanded more.
Tori bit her lip. She wasn’t a masochist; she never set out to be hurt on purpose. So, what did it say about her that she sort of wanted to try? Soon? Pretty please. She couldn’t explain it, but it just looked so freaking hot.
“Very much so. The Dom presenting tonight is Cal, Desmond’s brother. He’s an expert. His first hit was intended to tease her, his second, to chastise her - he’s obviously told her not to speak, and she disobeyed. The first floor is sort of the newbie room. It’s always fun to watch, but none of us who’ve been at it for a while, get much of a buzz here. Bella’s probably a novice; most of the Doms in the room are pretty wet behind the ears, too.”
Now Bryant had mentioned everyone else, Tori forced her attention away from the stunning naked woman, and looked around.
The Dom - Cal King - was every bit as pretty as his brother, but in a very different way. Where Desmond had seemed almost too clean-cut, Cal had long hair, like a surfer’s - he hadn’t seen necessary to wear a shirt, and she blessed his kinky little heart for it. Damn, his tattooed torso was a sight; the guy must have a great workout routine.
The second thing that hit Tori was how unaffected she was. He was hot, no doubt about that, just as much as his brother. But her pussy only clenched and moistened embarrassingly around Bryant.
Frightening. She hadn’t known him long enough to be so fixated on him. They weren’t even really together, although there was no doubt in her mind that they would boink like bunnies. Again. Her sanity depended on it. If he had anything to say against it, she’d just have to tie him up and have her way with him.
She’d come to The Tower expecting a lot of kinkiness, but her jaw still hit the floor when she looked around the room. Fuck.
Some people were just watching, of course, but there were others. A man whose hand was right under a woman’s skirts; they weren’t even hiding it a little bit: she kept her legs apart, and kissed him as he fingered her right there. There was a man on his knees, his head buried between a woman’s thighs; she wore sexy, edgy, open-crotch lingerie. Which was entirely sensible in the circumstances; easy access and all that.
And again, she recognized half the crowd.
Fuck.
“Talk to me, Tori. You’re not running out the door, so that’s something. But I need to know how you’re taking everything.”
Good question. How was she taking it? It made her feel seriously horny, that much she knew, but, other than that, she was a little confused.
It was nothing like what she’d expected. Sure, that gal was definitely going to have a hard time sitting on her ass for a couple of days, but it still was less violent, less barbaric than what she’d imagined. And then, there was the “spectators” who were having a show of their own.
“People are…really going at it. Like, right here in front of us.”
“They are.”
She swallowed her saliva with difficulty.
“Is that something you want to do? Like, do things in public?”
He didn’t reply, not with words. Instead, he took one step, bringing himself right behind her, so close she felt his heat; he lowered his head, breathing right on her skin, and kissed her back, softly, slowly. His hands went to her waist first, and then lowered to her bare hipbones, before dipping down to her pussy. He stilled.
Shit. Why had she bypassed panties?
“You’re so fucking perfect I expect you to disappear like a mirage, Vicky,” he whispered, as one of his fingers circled her clit.
She managed to stop herself from moaning; he was so skilled with those hands of his, and she’d craved them for what felt like an eternity.
“Does that make you feel uncomfortable, luv? Being fingered in public?”
She couldn’t lie, because the answer was entirely rhetorical; he already knew.
“No. Not here.” No one was batting an eyelash at them, so who cared?
“This is day one, and you don’t mind that. In a year, you’ll be on this table, letting me show the rest of the world how lucky I am, how perfect you are. You’ll let me fuck you right in front of them. You’ll beg me to.”
She didn’t reply, because honestly? He was probably right.
“Upstairs is going to be a little more intense tonight. If you don’t feel comfortable, we’ll just go. I simply need you to tell me when you’ve had enough.”
She nodded, and they left the room, her wet thighs chafing uncomfortably at each step.
The commando thing? Never again.
His warning was warranted: upstairs was another level altogether. There was no table in the gigantic room there; just a platform where a dozen men were standing, entirely naked. A woman had been tied to the ceiling with black rope, and was dangling, her right leg pulled up behind her.
Holy fucking hell.
One of the guys was pounding inside her ass, grunting like a madman, while another rolled his wrist, cracking a whip against her breast at each movement. The grunter dived inside her in one deep thrust for the last time, before stepping away, and just like that, another guy was taking his place, rolling a condom down his dick before penetrating her, in the pussy this time.
The woman didn’t stop screaming, her eyes closed, her body trembling. She was the picture of ecstasy. A long, hard, limitless ecstasy.
“Hot, right?”
Tori tore her eyes away from the poor thing.
“Can’t decide if I want to pity her or envy her.”
Lexi was standing next to her, beaming. She wore a mini skirt and a corset - all in black - and rather than her usual simple, natural make up, she’d gone full out, with smoky eyes and red lipstick.
“Both?” Tori suggested. They chuckled a
little nervously. “So, you’re here with someone?”
Tori looked around, but Lexi was shaking her head. “Nah, I’m too chickenshit to approach any guy. Most of them tend to be paired up anyway. I mean, I’ve had a couple of offers, but… yeah. Still, I love it here.” She smiled at Bryant. “Thanks for letting me use your membership; I heard the very minimum level was like, two hundred and fifty thousand per year. I basically make about a tenth of that, so, yeah.”
Bryant bowed graciously, before wrapping his arm around Tori again, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He kept it there, not caring about the fact that it made her entire body tense. “Don’t mention it,” he said. “I’m glad you’re having fun. And I know a few of the available Doms, if you’d like an introduction?”
Lexi was quick to reject that offer. “No way. No blind kinky date. They’d think I’m a total loser or something.”
“I sincerely doubt that, but as you wish.”
Tori had to deal with the fact that they were having a normal conversation fifteen feet away from a woman getting gangbanged and screaming for more.
Bryant disappeared for a minute, coming back with fresh drinks, and finally, finally, the dozen guys were done using every hole in the woman’s body.
Frowning, Tori observed, “That can’t be very safe.”
“As much as any casual sexual interaction ever is,” Lexi replied. “If you use the phone ID thingy, and click on any of the members, you’ll see who has submitted a clear medical history; no one is allowed to participate in that kind of thing without at least two clear tests, six months apart. I mean, you never know, of course, but they really do their best here.”
Sounded like it. Lexi walked out with them, and announced she was headed to one of the dance floors. “You coming with?”
Tori shot Bryant a look - that look - before shaking her head. “Nah, you go ahead.”
She couldn’t take anymore.
They walked to the elevator, and he told the attendee, “Seventy-fourth floor.”
22
The Checklist
They had to talk, that much was clear. She had to ask him stuff; like, did he want her to do what the woman they’d just seen had done? Take a million guys like that? Because as hot as it had seemed, that wasn’t going to fly with her. Nope. No way.
But right now, talking wasn’t nearly as important as getting him out of his highly unnecessary clothes. She battled with his annoying suit, trying to get the tie unhooked as he unbuttoned his shirt. Getting frustrated with it all, he just ripped it open and threw the material on the floor, before grabbing her torso, and hoisting her up, hooking her legs around his waist to hold her there.
“Foreplay can wait.”
She didn’t know how or when he’d removed his trousers, but, the next instant, he pushed her skirt aside, and his hot, hard, large dick was pushing against her entrance and invading her heat.
Tori’s eyes practically rolled back inside her skull as she moaned. No cock had ever felt that fucking good, filled her so completely.
Her back hit the wall. Bryant angled his body, before moving his hips, driving himself in and out of her in a maddening rhythm. Unintelligible prayers crossed her lips until his mouth covered them, swallowing her moans.
Fuck. Those piercings. The Prince Albert at the tip was frantically hitting against her G-spot, while the bars along his dick massaged her inside walls with each of his punishing thrusts.
It was only then that it hit her. It had felt good - incredible - the last time, but nothing like this. She really could feel each of the small metal heads right now.
“Bryant, you’re not wearing a condom.”
He groaned. “I’m clean.” He didn’t stop pounding inside her; she doubted he could, and, if he had tried, she would have wrapped herself around him and held on as hard as she could to prevent him from stopping. “Tell me you’re on birth control.”
That conversation was definitely a little late, but she just bit out a “yes.” His pace picked up, and she had to bite his shoulder to prevent herself from screaming loud enough to raise the dead. A supernova was boiling her insides; there was a pretty good chance that she was about to die, because her body felt like it had been set on fire.
“You need to come, fur bunny.”
“You think!” she yelled back, as Bryant started to toy with her clit.
Fuck. He pinched it with his last hard thrust, and she flew over the edge, becoming boneless in his arms.
They were both panting like they’d run a marathon.
Then, they laughed.
“I don’t know what that was, but it isn’t normal,” Bryant said.
She could have asked him to elaborate, but there was no need; she’d felt the exact same way. She’d had sex plenty of times - throughout college, anyway - and never had it felt like that.
“Come on. Now I’ve given you an incentive, let’s take a look at the paperwork.”
She stared at the five pieces of paper in front of her.
Anal sex, anal plug, animal roles, asphyxiation, auction for charity, bathroom use control…
Tori gulped. It felt like some sort of an astrophysics test she hadn’t studied for.
“This is a checklist,” Bryant said, stating the obvious. “It’s very extensive. The first thing you should know is that I don’t want to do everything on that list. A lot of those are a strict ‘no’ for me.”
The knot inside her loosened a little. Just a smidgen.
Giving it another glance, and, this time, catching the word bestiality, all she said was, “Good.”
Her voice came out weak. Beatings. Cages (locked inside.)
“Tori? Stay with me, luv.”
She detached her gaze from the form, but she couldn’t really look at Bryant right now.
He sighed. “Sorry, I don’t know how to do this without having a clear list of your hard limits. I just printed a standard checklist - I should have removed the cringe-worthy shit.”
“You think? That might have been a decent idea.” Maybe then she wouldn’t be hyperventilating right now.
He chuckled low. “Alright, how about you let me go through it first? I’ll cross out my hard limits.”
She breathed out.
“Okay.”
Bryant made quick work of the first page. By the time he was done, there weren’t too many things left on it. He passed it to Tori. She steeled her resolved before looking at it again.
Anal Sex
Anal Plugs (small)
Anal Plugs (large)
Being Serviced
Blindfolding
Bondage (light)
Bondage (heavy)
Bondage (public, under clothing)
Caning
That was all that was left of the daunting first page. Everything that had made her skin crawl had been removed.
“Better?”
She laughed. “You could say that.”
“Good. Now that you don’t seem about to faint, look at the next three columns. I want you to use traffic light colors to let me know how much that freaks you out. Green means it’s a yes. Amber is a maybe and red, an absolute no.” He put his Montblanc on the table, right next to her left hand. “Tick the appropriate column. If you want to write a comment, there’s room on the last column.”
Alright. She could do that. Just before she started, he told her, “I don’t expect a lot of green, Tori. But I also don’t expect a form full of reds.”
He didn’t say anything else, working his way through the other pages in silence as she stared at the form like it might bite her.
Her first instinct was to red every single thing there, except maybe the light bondage bit. They’d already done that.
Biting her lip, she breathed out, and checked amber on the entire page, except light bondage, which got a green. Next to public bondage, she wrote “only at The Tower.”
“Done with this one,” she told him, handing him her form.
She saw him glance
at it and raise a surprised brow. She smiled, holding her hand up for the second modified page of the list.
Chains
Clothespins
Corset
Cuffs (leather)
Cuffs (metal)
Dildos
Double Penetration
Erotic Dance (for audience)
Following Orders
Holy shit. This one was worth a second glance. And a third after that.
“Double penetration?” she croaked.
“Mh mh. We can work up to that. Like, after anal training and… don’t faint.”
“You mean…with another guy?”
Bryant took a while to answer. “You can red it. In the event that this is going to last, we’ll be reviewing this list periodically, in any case.”
That was exactly what she wanted to hear, of course, but he’d avoided the question, and it seemed fundamental that she had an answer.
“Do you do threesomes, Bryant?”
He must have felt that she wasn’t going to let this go, because he sighed. “Double penetration can very well be with a cock and a dildo, fur bunny. But, yes, I’ve had the occasional threesome in the past. One man, two women, and two guys, one woman. I prefer the second option. Still, this isn’t for everyone.”
Watching him closely now, Tori recognized his cautious expression.
“You’re expecting me to run.”
“Aren’t you?”
Good question. Two guys… she couldn’t imagine that.
Liar, a little voice told her. Okay, so she could imagine it, and that thought made her very wet, but still, it felt wrong. Even her mother, who’d never hidden the fact that she didn’t have very warm feelings for her father, had been faithful to the last. She believed in monogamy. Even if this was supposed to just be casual sex, she didn’t want to bring other people into it.
“I… don’t think I’m cut out for having sex with a bunch of people. I mean, we had a one-night stand awhile back, and I was fine with that, but if we’re really going to do this together, I can’t…”