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Something at her chin raised it up and she opened her eyes on the Marquis.
“Always on the brink of climax… that’s where I prefer to leave my little bitches. That way your pussy will be ripe for me.”
He teasingly ran his fingers over her flushed skin from which she felt a shivering fire and gasped. Mouth open, she breathed deeply, shuddering every few seconds with her whole body jerking again, as it had when Alex whipped her. She might have gone on like this forever, but the Marquis dislodged the two glass suction bells and handed them off to someone else. He motioned for someone to remove the dildo from her ass.
“I want her upstairs in my room,” he said. Then he cupped her cheek lightly in his palm and stared into her eyes, communicating nothing that Laney could grasp. So cold, so remote, so mysterious.
***
Laney lay on the Marquis’ fluffy mattress in the midst of soft sheets that caressed her wounded skin.
Her nipples were extremely sensitive, which was what the man chose first to play with as they made love. He kissed her deeply, while pinching the red buds. With all the potent stimulation from her torment in the dungeon, her body had become sensitized. Every touch caused her to moan. She could have come at almost any second, but she wisely waited, holding back, as he continued. His hands and lips tormented her as much as the hard punishment had.
“Oh, dear god!” her head fell back against the pillow and her back arched as he held one nipple between his fingers and stretched it as far as the skin would allow. A river of intense pain traveled through her body…hitting every nerve on the way. “Yes, oh, yes, yes, yessssss,” she quietly hissed. Then he held her clitoris in the same pinching way and she shrieked. “Ohmygod….” Her chest thrust even higher and her entire body quivered from the delicious pain. She clenched her fists and bit into her lip to keep from screaming more. He let go and she came down, “Oh, please…” wishing only that he’d finish. That he’d take over the edge and let her climax. It was too much, too much to bear after all that had happened that day…
At last, the Marquis rose up above her and drew his naked groin against hers. His cock quickly rose from a lazy impotency into a raging stalk that rubbed against her clitoris enough to have her mouth open in silent ecstasy.
She spread her legs wide open and lifted her crotch, begging him to enter her, while for a time he much preferred to tease her. An expression of amusement played out on his lips.
“You have no idea how much I’d like to make you suffer, Laney Priestly. You should pay your penance, all of it…” She should have felt threatened, but his words made little sense to her. All that she could truly focus on was the feel of his prick massaging her most private places, taking her into yet another level of arousal. She panted, waiting, breathless, her body about to explode. She couldn’t wait much longer and silently begged for mercy. To beg aloud would only provoke this sadist more.
Suddenly, the Marquis lifted his own naked hips above her, his cock poised at the velvety opening of her vagina for one last teasing massage, then he plunged into Laney’s wet center.
“Ohmygod, yessssssssssss,” she seethed gratefully, thanking him without actually say so.
She bore down with her inner muscles squeezing as hard as they possibly could, and her orgasm started there, lifting her away. Her body clenched hard as she came, spasm after spasm grinding through her loins. Would they ever stop!
With just a few determined thrusts, the old man came with a vigor that rivaled any lover, certainly any of the men she’d been with—including Erik, including Alex.
His virile growl lifted into the air, joining her pleasured moans, then he collapsed into her. They both were breathless and satisfied.
Afterwards the two recovered together on the bed, saying nothing, until at last, the Marquis pushed her away.
“On the floor,” he finally ordered her. “Crawl from the room, you slut. What a wretched slut you are.”
The cruel command made the lovemaking just prior to her dismissal tumble out of favor as one of the highlights of her ordeal, and she slunk away like a weary cat, crawling down the hallway to her room. She wouldn’t forget the Marquis fucking her; she’d never forget that, nor would she forget what a miserable sadist he could be.
Chapter Sixteen
Laney was forced to wait another long twenty-four hours before she heard from the Marquis again. She awaited his judgment, what he’d do with her, since she’d so grossly violated his code. She had lied and stolen the two forgotten books and tried to force her way into this life, without invitation. She still couldn’t understand what was so terrible about what she’d done. But she had learned to humble herself, keep her lips shut and accept whatever pronouncement he deemed right.
She entered The Forum again, after being summoned by one of the mindless, naked female robots who served the household and her with acquiescent diligence. Laney cringed now every time she saw one.
There were fewer men in the room this time, maybe a half dozen, Alex, of course, and the Marquis who was as animated as he’d been the first time, though maybe n
ot as angry or as fired up.
“Hold her, will you,” he ordered two of the men as soon as she entered. The men came up behind her, grabbing her by the arms, and immobilizing her in their grasp. Another man came forward and raised her skirt, exposing her naked cunt.
“You have the needle ready?” the Marquis asked to no one in particular, and he pulled a ready stool directly in front of her and sat down. His question prompted another of the masters to step forward with a small tray he set on a nearby table. The Marquis snapped latex gloves over his hands while the man attending him swathed Laney’s shaved left labia with disinfectant. The cold liquid also acted like smelling salts, jolting her back to life from the stupor that had, up to that moment, infected her brain.
“What’s happening?” she ventured to asked, unable to stop the question from spilling out.
“Your first piercing.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the Marquis thrust a needle through a half inch of labia flesh.
“Ohmygod!” she seethed, as her body clenched up taut.
In the seconds that followed, he fiddled a little more with the piercing, then he stood up and pushed the stool away. “It’s done.” He stepped back, while the grip of the two men holding her down seemed to slacken, though they did not let go. This was a good thing since her weak knees probably would not have kept her upright. “Just a little blood, but I think that’s all you’ll have. You’ll clean it with mild salt water a couple times a day and it will heal in a few weeks. Any sign of infection or swelling will obviously have to be looked into. It’s your first. But likely not the last.”
