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I’d given myself away.
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p; He pushed just a little bit harder against my tight hole and I begged him not to take me in such a shameful way. I blushed harder knowing that the crowd could see him touching me there, even as my body burned with a hotter sense of desire than ever before. I squirmed and I whimpered, but that didn’t stop him.
He thrust his entire thumb roughly into my asshole after that. A piercing hot radiating pain centered deep in my bottom and as it raced up and down my spine, I struggled to take it. I clenched down all around his thumb and the agony intensified until I controlled the panic coursing through me enough to relax. Finally, the terrible sting faded away and only a gentle soreness remained.
Then all three fingers started to move.
He forced them in and out of my tight little holes, not caring that I was already sore. He punished me with those fingers and before I could do anything to fight it, a fourth orgasm clawed its way out from deep inside me. This one felt so much different than the others. It was raw and painful and far deeper than all the rest and that terrified me.
The first four times I came for him, the pleasure had outweighed the scalding hot ache that he’d spanked into my backside. My clit was far more sensitive than before and now it was bridging into a soreness that was entirely foreign to me. I knew that the next orgasm was going to hurt.
“You’re going to come two more times, little girl, and you’re going to do it with my finger in your bottom while everyone is watching,” he demanded. I knew enough about him now to be sure that when he made a threat, he would follow through.
My pussy spasmed hard around his fingers and my next orgasm broke over me with a far deeper intensity than any of the others he’d forced from me already. My hips rocked back and forth, no doubt giving the audience a far lewder show than any of them had anticipated. His fingers fucked my pussy and my bottom hole hard enough that I knew I’d be sore for some time to come and still he didn’t stop.
My thoughts all revolved around one simple fact. His finger was in my bottom and I liked how it felt. It was wrong and dirty and taboo, and by all rights I should hate that he’d taken the liberty of being the first person to do so, but I knew I would be lying if I said I did. I liked how it felt. It made me hotter and I knew my orgasm was all the more intense because of it.
I moaned and took it all, reveling in every last second of that orgasm despite the shame that was cutting through me with each breath. When it was finally over, he slowed for several long seconds, allowing me enough time to fully grasp how embarrassingly aroused this entire ordeal had made me.
With his fingers still inside me, he grasped my upper arm with his other hand and forced me up into a standing position. Gently, he guided me around the stool, and I was exceedingly aware of the way my body grasped at his thick digits with every step. He bent me back over the chair, only this time there was something far different about my position than before.
Now I was staring at the crowd and they were staring back at me. I found myself incapable of making even a single sound. My mouth went dry and as my gaze met the eyes of everyone sitting in the front row, my heart began to pound uncontrollably inside my chest. The lights were bright enough that I couldn’t see much farther than the third row, but I knew they were all watching all the same.
I hadn’t been able to see them earlier. I’d known that my bottom was on display for them, but now that I was staring straight at them, my shame compounded into something that made me freeze in place. I bit my lip, shivering hard and forcing my gaze to the floor. He didn’t let me remain that way.
He gripped the hair at the back of my scalp and wrenched my head back up, forcing me to look out into the crowd once more. My head burned, the agony blossoming across my flesh and settling deep in my core with a fierce intensity that left me burning with arousal even as I yelped from the pain. He didn’t let go of my hair either. I held onto the stool and his fingers began to move.
He fingered me roughly from the start. I wanted to fight him. I didn’t want to come while looking out at everyone that had paid to come to my concert, but I wasn’t going to have a choice. His fingers toyed with my body as if he owned it. He played me like an instrument, and I couldn’t help myself as I began to respond once again.
I cried out as he forced one final orgasm to the surface. My pussy throbbed insatiably with painful bliss and I shuddered as my body rose higher and higher until it felt as if my core imploded with fiery passion that I had no hope of containing.
I fell into a scalding chasm of ecstasy that threatened to undo me. My scalp burned and I stared at the men in the front row. They watched with fervent interest as I shivered and moaned right in front of them. I could hide nothing. They’d be able to see every last second of my pleasure and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Silas’ fingers fluttered inside me. Then he pumped into me much harder. My asshole was sore and so was my pussy, but that only spurred my orgasm on far longer than all the rest. My entire body throbbed hard. My thighs quivered and my fingers clutched at the stool beneath me. I screamed and tears threatened to fall again as pleasure seared me from within.
When it was finally over, I lay over the seat, entirely spent. He removed his fingers from my body, and I felt my pussy tighten a little bit around empty air. He released my hair and made a point to tuck my skirt into the waistband. Carefully, he helped me up to a standing position and I swayed from side to side as I bit my lip and tried to gather myself.
“Come. We’re going to go backstage where you’re going to apologize for throwing a drink and then I’m going to put that sassy little mouth and that beautiful body of yours to much better use,” he instructed.
I knew better than to argue.
Chapter 3
Chloe
He led me off the stage with my red bottom bare, well spanked, and completely on display. I went with him because he didn’t give me a choice.
He paused in the wings and whispered something in one of the guards’ ears, but I was too nervous and embarrassed to hear what he said. He strode through the area backstage as if he knew the place and maybe he did. I couldn’t lift my eyes from the floor or meet anyone’s stare as we passed them. With my spanked bottom on display, I felt a very deep sense of shame, but at the same time I could feel my arousal dripping onto my thighs. Being led like this felt far more personal and I blushed, very much feeling the part of a naughty little girl.
Once we left the stage, we walked down the hall and headed straight toward the dressing room that had been prepared for me backstage. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a ring of keys. He quickly chose one and pushed it into the lock, twisting it quickly until it opened. Gently, he pushed me ahead of him and I followed his guiding hand. I was keenly aware of the fact that he was probably looking at my bright red bottom as I walked nervously into the room ahead of him. I fidgeted a little and wrung my hands in front of my chest waiting for whatever he had in store for me next.
The door shut behind me and I closed my eyes with silent anxiety as I heard the lock click shut. I was locked in here with him. The butterflies in my stomach refused to stop fluttering around inside of me. I licked my lips, although it didn’t do any good. My mouth had gone dry as a piece of cotton.
I heard the sound of his footsteps before I felt his touch.
My heart pounded even harder in my chest. I struggled to breathe.
