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My fingers move along my body to the beat of the music and lift over my head as I dance and swing to the lyrical and seductive notes. Every minute touch heightens my arousal, every soft whisper of my fingertips seems to send a tiny pulse of energy down between my legs. My skin burns with the need to feel each carefully placed caress. My fingertips brush upward and over my pert nipples as the buds tighten and the air clings to the light moisture on my skin.
It’s hot, desperately warm and humid.
I lift the short dress over my head and moan with the slight whisper of wind that crosses over my heated body. The need to feel, to be exposed, to entice those around me, incites both naughty and addictive emotions.
The strobe light flashes above the perfectly displayed bodies and each frame of movement is exposed as I move my hips to the sultry music.
He’s waiting.
I know.
I can feel his impatience.
His voice echoes in my head and my eyes stray left and right. The voice is powerful, willing me to come and follow his lead. Slowly, I make my way towards a back doorway, a place I shouldn’t have entered in the first place. In the recesses of my mind, I know this. It’s forbidden. The yearning for what I can’t have spurs me onward. A dark hallway leads me to a back room where a red light penetrates from beneath a far-off door. Each cautious step brings me closer to the sounds emanating from within the room. Making my decision, I enter, wanting to explore the sinfulness that awaits.
My eyes slowly adjust as I take in the bedroom before me. An immense balcony is set along the back, as the wind blows the sheer curtains open. I get glimpses of what looks like a maze of thorn bushes. The sharp edges twist and turn, forming an unknown path into nothingness. The room itself is encompassed in dark crimson, and satin roses are embossed into a thick pattern that winds itself along the walls. The roses move delicately, flowing with the slight billowing wind coming from beyond the balcony. Red petals fall one by one, floating in midair as they flutter around me. I reach out as one drifts lightly into the palm of my hand. So soft and fragile, perfectly formed, yet it will eventually dry and wrinkle away, just like we do.
Faces swirl before my eyes and I see the wide smiles and joyful laughter of those who seek the same undisguised pleasure. Excitement dances across the smooth surface of my skin and each fine hair stands up as a delicious anticipation joins the air of expectancy.
I’m curious when I see crimson paint stain the fingers of two men and they begin to paint the roses on the wall, tracing each delicate thorn, then turn and swirl the same roses on the dark hued woods and exotic furniture that’s placed strategically around the room.
One man raises his fingers to his lips and begins to suck the red droplets as his lecherous gaze feasts on my nearly naked body.
The other man approaches a woman who’s kneeling on the floor. Her head is bent forward in submission while her palms are open on her lap as she awaits his instructions. He tugs her upward by the hair but not entirely to her feet. A scarlet mist swirls from his hands and the paint drips onto her exposed flesh. The droplets fall onto her perfectly rounded breasts and she sucks in a ragged breath.
The man growls low and tugs her forward as she fumbles with the belt around his waist. The buckle is soon released, and he shoves the pants down with his underwear. His impatience is clear as his erection springs free and she gasps at his turgid length, grasping his cock with both of her eager hands.
He’s already moving his hips in a rhythm that she quickly mimics. Her pink tongue glistens in the light and her saliva mixes with the scarlet mist as she takes the entire length into her wet mouth. The man nearly stumbles but grabs her hair and roughly begins to fuck between her lips.
She’s gagging as more saliva drips down her chin. Somehow the clear fluid makes a winding pattern down her neck and then into the crimson paint that stains her breasts. He loves this and thrusts his hips harder as she makes choking noises in her undisguised pleasure.
Tears drip down her flushed cheeks and begins to ruin the perfectly applied makeup that wasn’t smeared before this moment. Double fisting his cock is her only focus. She’s moving faster and he swears as he pulls out. She gasps sharply, her breaths quick and shallow. The man doesn’t want to come yet. I can see the look of sexual need in his eyes. The desire to punish her for forcing him to reach his climax faster than he intended is apparent.
There’s a large, red leather padded cross, tilted to form the shape of an X. Large silver studs outline the frame and it’s leather straps dangle from the edges as it stands polished and unused, beckoning the couple forward. He lifts the girl into his arms and strides forward with purpose as he pushes her up against the instrument of his pleasure.
She’s strapped to the cross without delay. Her legs are knocked wide apart by his knees as her hands are held at the same position. Her nakedness and vulnerability heighten the sexual tension in the room.
She looks so exposed.
The man stands before her, broad shouldered, tapered waistline, one hand fisted to his side while the other strokes his massive cock as he watches her writhe against the restraints.
He likes to toy with her, arouse her, play and torture her until she screams for him to take her.
It’s rough. Raw. Brutal.Exciting.
Stroking his rigid length, he approaches and slams his cock deep in one long abrupt thrust. He pounds inside her pussy, the slap of flesh echoes in the silent room.
Her throat is squeezed, her eyes wide open in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
He likes to torment her, drive her to the edge where the lines between pain and pleasure blur. It’s all about control.
I watch as he thrusts inside her with carnal lust, slamming into her so hard she’s being banged against the wood, but he doesn’t relent.
This isn’t about her pleasure.
It’s punishment. The cost.The reward.
She moans and makes noises like she would scream if she wants but she can’t.
