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I dutifully remove the scrap of red silk.He picks me up and sits me on the metal counter.It’s sturdy enough to easily take a person’s weight.
“Spread your legs.”
“Brian, we’re on a schedule.This may be our only shot at Dante.”Shut up.Shut up.Shut up.What are you doing, Mina?Just let this man do anything he wants.
“I’m well aware of what time it is.”
I take a deep breath and spread my legs giving him a full lewd view of my bare pussy.
“Lean back and get comfortable.”
I do as he says, my back pressed against the glass, warm from the steam rising up off the food in the food warmers.
“Good girl.”
It’s been a long time since he’s said these words to me, and I’d be lying if I said they didn’t still have the power to affect me.
My breath stutters out as he fondles me now without any obstructions.I moan when his fingers dip inside me to feel how shamefully wet I am.What part of this gets me going?The danger?The terrifying demon costume?The openness of the space?The women of the house who I notice have snuck back to the fringes of the room and are now watching us from the shadows?The display of clearing the cafeteria to do whatever this is?
All of it?Maybe it’s the kernel of my Brian returning to me—that dark dangerous edge he thinks I just tolerate instead of actually love.He thinks I love him in spite of his darkness—like I just make allowances for who he is, instead of embracing all of him.
He doesn’t trust my declarations of love.
He flips the flogger around, and I gasp at the unexpected intrusion of the smooth polished walnut handle pushing inside me.My hips arch up to meet his endless punishing thrusts.
“You like being penetrated by a demon, don’t you?”His voice is harsh and guttural.
“Y-yes,” I gasp as my hips rise again to meet the friction of the flogger handle.
“Yes.What?”he demands.
“Yes, Master.”
“Exactly.You’re going to come hard for me and our audience like a good girl, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes, Master.”
So hedoesknow they’re watching.Maybe he heard them.Maybe he saw flashes of scurried movement.They are like animals waiting for a predator to leave so they can eat the scavenged remains.And all their dinners are getting cold as they wait and voyeuristically consume this spectacle instead.
He pumps faster and harder as the movements of my hips become more erratic and my vocalizations louder, wilder, more uninhibited.I don’t know if I’m letting go or performing for our audience—or if I’m performing for Brian.I feel his satisfied smile behind the mask, even if I can’t see it.So loud and intense is his energy projected at me.
I finally shudder as I come against the handle of the flogger.He allows me to convulse around it… waits for every flutter of my pleasure to play out like the long haunting strains of a violin.Then he removes it and holds it up to me, and I lick it clean like the good girl I am.
“You filthy, filthy girl,” he says.“I’m going to be beating people with this tonight.What would the good people of our small metropolis have to say about that do you think?”
I start to get up, but he holds me in place.“Stay.Don’t close your legs.I want to look at you like that.”
I nod, and when he’s sure I won’t move, he goes around the counter to fix a plate of food and a glass of iced tea.Brian returns to me with a tray and places it on the counter.
He proceeds to take his time feeding me, all while I know the girls of the house are too afraid to come in here and disturb him in order to finish their own dinners.
His message is very clear.The alpha wolf eats first.I may be his, but I am not theirs.I’m not “just some slut” at the house.He cares for me, and they’d better put away their drama, fall in line, and accept it.Because as far as the women of this house are concerned, I am the alpha wolf.
“What about you?”I say after the plate is clean.And I don’t know if I mean what about his sexual needs or needs for food.
“I ate before I put the costume on.I’m going to go downstairs and get cleaned up.Be ready to go in twenty.”
He leaves me and descends back down the stairs to the dungeons.Once he’s gone, the other girls timidly return to the room and their food.They can’t even look at me.They’re jealous, angry, embarrassed, but I’d lay good odds this weird power struggle between me and them that has been bubbling up since my return from Japan has finally come to its conclusion.
