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My cock twitches as I think about burying myself in that delicious slit.
Julia leans into me. Her breath is hot against my hard stomach. I close my eyes and revel in feeling her so close to me.
When I open my eyes, I see a parade of women on their knees, each in a leather collar tied together.
They’re being led by a tall man in a black leather suit. With a quick glance, it almost looks like a nice, casual business suit, but nothing you find here can be taken at face value. I lace my fingers into Julia’s hair and turn her head to see the spectacle.
“Such good girls. I want to see you being that good, Julia,” I say as I pull slightly on her tangled blonde hair.
She moans and looks up at me. Her long pale neck glows in the flashing lights. A hand from the writhing tangle of limbs on the bed reaches out to her. I see her body respond to the touch—but while I’m happy to share with my colleagues, I’m not ready to share this delicate prize with the masses.
I pull her back to her feet, and we follow Mika and the parade of bound women.
We’re led to the back of the room, where a female form is held fast in a pillory, wearing a black mask covering her entire face. A crowd of people in club wear and silk domino masks surround her, holding paddles, crops, and short whips.
They take turns striking the bare skin presented to them. The woman’s muffled moans escape her leather mask. Her hands writhe in pain and ecstasy.
Masked strangers tease her exposed ass and pussy, their hands and tongues exploring her delicate folds. My own shivering beauty is held enraptured, watching the pleasant torture of this comely woman.
I pull her in for a deep kiss. Every moment in this club has been a new experience for this innocent darling.
“Mika, the present?” I call to our charming guide.
Julia’s eyes widen. She has forgotten that she is naked in a room of fucking people; she’s completely entranced by the sights and sounds around her. She’s ready for her gift.
Mika opens the gold box. Inside is a simple rose gold collar, a half-inch band with a large ring at the front. A delicate chain is attached to the ring, leading to rose gold cuffs forming a leash with a white leather handle.
“Angel,” I address Julia, “wear this for me.”
Her breaths are ragged—I can see she wants to explore what is to come.
She is ready.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispers and kneels in front of me.
Chapter 25
Killian
The collar clicks in place and an immediate look of calm and acceptance flows into Julia’s face.
With that one little sound, I lose complete track of the people around us. The spanking of the masked girl, the people fucking on couches and beds, the pulsing beat of the dance floor…everything fades into her wide eyes.
She stands in front of me, the gleaming rose gold collar beautifully snug around her slim neck. The chain sides through my hand, a physical representation of the control she has ceded to me.
I tug on the leash, and after a moment’s tension, she follows pace. I lead her up a short flight of stairs behind a gold velvet curtain at the back of the room. Spencer follows behind her up the stairs.
We enter a room designed to look like it was made of ice. The far wall and the entire floor are made of glass, while another wall is all mirrors. The furniture scattered around the room is an eclectic mixture of transparent seats and tables and couches in various shades of white, adorned with furs.
Two women wearing only gold body paint are there, ready to bring whatever I need from the white cabinets lining the left wall. This is a VIP showcase room—only the best for our lovely beauty.
“Now, Angel. You are ours. We’re going to put on a show for all my friends out there. Are you ready?” I speak to her casually in a tone that could just as easily be used to tell her what coffee I’m about to order for her.
“Yes,” she answers. Her voice is soft and unsure. Not for long, though; soon, my little angel will know what it is to serve, and she’ll eagerly answer properly. For now, my cock is the eager one, and I have so many things I’m aching to do to that perfect body.
“Good. In the future, you’ll answer ‘Yes, Sir.’”
I turn and admire her naked form, the rose gold a perfect complement to her rosy nipples. Her bald pussy is gleaming, already wet from the spanking in the street and the show downstairs.
“On your knees,” I command. She is slow to respond, so I raise an eyebrow, and Spencer strikes her pert little ass for me. She jumps a little, then falls to her knees on the glass floor.
