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Slowly, Lik and I walk down two flights of stairs. The room they lead into is bathed in a midnight blue hue that matches the color of my eyes. There aren’t that many people here. I don’t know if it’s worse or better than if there were hundreds of people like in the club upstairs. I’m aware of every person around.
Eyes turn to me as Lik and I walk past. Men are dressed as smart as he is, and the women are dressed as much as I am. If I thought I had it bad a minute ago with a ball gag in my mouth and a collar around my neck, I quickly come back to my thoughts. Some of the women in here are moving around on all fours with butt plug tails trailing after them leaving me to wonder how the hell they are able to keep such a heavy object in place. One of them is on her knees, wrists bound behind her back and a sign attached to a chain hanging from her mouth.
It reads,I’ve been a bad kitty, and now Master says I’m to be shared with other guests.
I gulp, my mind running through all the scenarios of being shared. Threesomes, that’s about as far as I ever went. One with a man and a woman, which ended up being a lot of leaving that guy to the side. One with two girls, where I took over and did most of the work. I fell unconscious from being drunk before I could get anything in return.
Although as I watch three men approach the bad kitty, I know it would be nothing like what I’ve experienced before. I struggle to get a gulp of air into my lungs. The temperature in this place is burning hot, and it takes me a few minutes of watching bad kitty getting face-fucked by three guys to realize it’s not the room, it’s me. Her sign has been discarded to the floor next to her, and I have to focus on that to learn to breathe again.
I’m always cold. I find warmth in alcohol, drugs, and strangers’ bodies. Feeling this sensation of burning without anyone touching me or having ingested anything is odd. I don’t realize I’ve stopped walking, but as soon as Lik feels it on the other side of the leash, he turns his attention to me. His walking back toward me with a smirk on his face and his handsome body settling close to me does nothing to help the heat coursing through my veins.
With the hand that isn’t holding the leash, he grabs my jaw softly yet sturdily. I can see from up close that his ear has stitches from my bullet grazing it, and it brings some sort of calming peace to my racing heart. His lips caress my ear, his tongue peeking out to lick at my neck. My blood liquefies, adding to the pulsing ache in my pussy and dampening the thin thong I’m wearing.
“Does it make you wet, princess? To see another brat being put back in her place?”
I inhale a ragged breath. When he faces me again, his eyes gleam with a dangerous need. Until he sees something behind me. He shortens the leash by wrapping it around his fist until a thin veil of air only separates us. “Listen to me.”
I’m all ears, my body reacting to his deep voice in a way it shouldn’t. The vulnerability he’s put me in left me with a desperate necessity to follow his lead, and the fact that it doesn’t scare mescares me.
“The point of tonight is getting that letter to someone. I will point you to him when I find him. In the meantime, you be good for me, alright?”
I can’t answer anything, something is stuck in my throat. So I nod. My ears pick up the sounds of bad kitty orgasming, her mouth full and moaning around someone’s dick. My eyes flick to her, but Lik grabs my jaw again and forces me to watch him.
“Focus. No talking. You only followmyorders, got it?”
I nod again.
“If anything gets too much, I want you to snap your fingers. Show me.” I snap my fingers a few times. “Good girl.”
His free hand caresses my thigh, all the way up until he’s feeling the lace of my thong. It takes all my strength not to react, but I don’t think I’m in control of my own body tonight. A tremble courses through me, shaking every cell of my being, making my eyelids drop, and pushing me into a haze of desperate want. I can feel my clit tingle from the proximity of his fingers, but he doesn’t touch me there.
“Try not to come before anyone touches you,” he mocks me.
At the same time as I attempt to swallow my need for his touch, my pride goes down my throat and settles heavily in my stomach. And still, it doesn’t shake the plea for pleasure he must see in my eyes.
“Kneel,” he tells me softly.
Not quite understanding why, I look around, to make sure he’s talking to me.
“Now,” he growls. A pull at the leash and I’m on my knees in front of him, just before his voice rises to someone behind me. “Semenov,” he smiles warmly at the man stopping right behind me. So close, I can almost feel his shoes against my bare ass. “How are you, my friend?”
“I see pet is more tame than yesterday,” he tells him, his Russian accent rolling down my spine with revulsion.
He sounds like Alexei Volkov. The uncontrollable half of the Volkov brothers. He and Semenov both make it look like they can’t be bothered to put the effort into their English because they’re too patriotic to their own country. That would never bother me with anyone. But this reminds me too much of ruthless Alexei.
I don’t know how Lik senses my discomfort, but his hand comes to land in my hair. He starts massaging my scalp, slowly taking the dread away. I don’t know when I stop hearing Semenov’s voice, when I stop feeling his presence or anyone’s except Lik’s. I don’t know when I stop caring that I’m acting exactly like the old Russian called me. The perfect pet purring into Lik’s hand as he turns me into putty. I can’t even feel the leather or the collar. All I know is that when Lik’s hand leaves my hair, I automatically follow, trying to get more from him.
I only hear the end of their conversation when Semenov says, “She should see the show. It’s important to know what happens to bad pets.”
“And she will,” Lik concludes. Despite not being able to see him, I instantly know when Semenov is gone.
“Come here, princess.” Lik grabs me under my armpits and helps me up. “You were such a good girl just then.” His fingers skim my taut stomach, coming up between my breasts, and keep going up languidly until he hooks one around the ring. He pulls me close and drops his lips just below my ear. His tongue darts out, licking until he replaces it with his teeth. I swallow a gasp, my head rolling to the side. His sucking turns into biting and a spark leaves from the spot he’s touching, traveling down my body, lighting fires onto every cell it touches.
A moan makes its way up my throat and resonates in my mouth. The heat liquifying my entire body is uncontainable.
His bite hurts, bruising my skin, no doubt leaving a clear hickey. He pulls away slightly when he hears me hiss and heals me with enchanting licks.
When he backs away, I feel underwater. The music resonates deep at the back of my head. The air is liquid, and the whole room is blurred from the sheer pleasure I can’t shake. Worse than the pleasure, is the need for him to touch me more.
