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“Suck me clean,” he said and pushed his wet fingers into my mouth and I sucked him so hard I was slurping.
“Good girl,” he hissed, and then he became my true master. My master for the world around us to see.
His hands slapped and twisted, setting my skin alive. My pussy was so sore after he spanked it long and hard that I tried to close my thighs, but he barked that I wasn’t to fucking disobey him.
The flogger was a gem, trailing, then stinging, everywhere from my back, to my ass, and my tits, everywhere desperate for more… but he was as careful a tiger as ever, playing just the right places of me in just the right ways.
The crop attacked my thighs with perfect precision, making me cry out a little every time it landed by my pussy, so tender. His fingers fucked me between rounds of thwacks and I moaned for him, giving him my insides like a whore craving more.
My mouth was already open, panting when he kissed me, and that’s when I realized it. My eyes were still closed. My eyes had been closed the whole time he was using me.
Turns out, he’d realized it before I had.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and I opened them to find him standing right there, his face beautiful enough that I sucked in a breath. The dirty glint in his stare, hungry for me. His stunning mouth that made mine water, needing his spit and his tongue more than I’d ever needed champagne.
“Suck,” he said, again reading my mind, and I sucked his tongue as he kissed me like a kid needing a lollipop, still so firm in the shackles that I moaned for more when he pulled away and I couldn’t reach him.
He stepped away and my open eyes landed on the room. On the figures there staring up at me. At the gathered crowd, some of them so close that I could see their faces under the glare of the spotlights. Every single one of them was looking at me like I was a queen.
Yes.
I wanted this.
It was a mirror to everything I’d hated in my past. People playing with me when I didn’t want them to, looking at me like a dirty little piece of shit who meant nothing.
This was a whole other word. Lucian Morelli playing with me when I wanted nothing more than his touch and his commands, while a whole room stared at me like I was a goddess who meant everything.
I was so happy when Lucian stepped back up beside me with a smirk and placed a cane against my tits. I nodded, smiling right back, my stare all on him.
He caned my tits so hard I was crying out, but still I was offering myself for more, desperate for the stripes, for the pain, for the marks on my skin.
His marks on my skin.
I was trembling as he caned my thighs, striping me up all over again.
He caned me until I was panting and struggling to take it, even in my submissive state. Then he played with my clit, his fingers a perfect tease. He caned my ass until I was crying out, broken, and then his fingers played me some more, over and over and over, until I was in a blur in the most blissful of ways.
Still that room stared up at me, transfixed.
I didn’t know it was coming when he lowered my shackles and dropped me down to my knees. The chains were hanging loose when he presented himself in front of me, his pants unbuckled and his cock hard enough that it was dark with desperation.
Oh, how he fucked my mouth. I gagged and retched and spluttered, dribbling spit down onto the floor. He took hold of my throat and choked me as I tried to suck him, my eyes watering as I stared up at his face. I was moaning as he stole his dick from me, moaning harder as he got down onto his knees behind me and rubbed himself against my slit.
Oh, how he fucked my pussy. Oh, how I moaned like a slut, chains rattling and the crowd cheering as I slammed myself back onto his dick with every thrust.
He took my hair, twisted and pulled, showing me off as I moaned, angling himself just right so I bucked and gasped and came for him.
And then he came for me.
Lucian Morelli came for me in front of a crowded room, grunting as he spurted inside me.
I’d never been so proud in my life.
I was his woman. His whore. His slut.
I was the love of his life.
God, it was bliss. Pure, absolute bliss. I was grinning when he unbuckled the shackles and helped me to my feet in the most gracious of ways, smiling back at me in the most gorgeous way I’d ever seen him smile.
