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By Liz Becket
I stand before them, bare and unadorned, a sacrificial lamb for their lusts.
My world is black, the blindfold ensuring I can’t see a thing, but I can feel them. Feel them arrayed around me, their eyes raking over me, devouring me from head to toe. Making my skin shiver with gooseflesh as the heat of their eyes burns across my breasts before licking down the flat of my belly to my…
I can hear them too. Their murmurs and bawdy jokes. I know I should feel insulted. They’re acting like I’m some prize stud mare they’re preparing to bid on. But the game is just too exhilarating.
I’m standing before them, naked and blindfolded, waiting for their command, and I love it.
I feel him coming up behind me.
He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t make a sound, but the sensation he always sends through me when he’s near ripples up my spine, sending the pit of my belly into cartwheels. Then he’s right behind me. So close, I can feel it nestling between my buttocks. I have to force myself to stay still, my heart fluttering like a robin redbreast in a cage.
“Don’t move,” he orders, his voice low so only I can hear, his breath curling over the skin of my neck, making my whole-body tingle. It is a very sexy voice, as deep and cultured as a lush red wine, and authoritative. The voice of a man who gives orders all day and expects them to be obeyed.
It sends tiny shocks of ecstasy rushing straight down to the hot slickness at my centre and makes my clit greedily throb for more.
I nod my understanding, then hiss a soft gasp, more from surprise than pain, as he slaps my ass.
“Don’t move,” he repeats, louder this time, emphasising every word so our audience can hear. The stinging handprint he leaves on my poor butt seems to burn deliciously in answer. A part of me wants to nod again, to push him and see how far he will go, but I don’t. I remain still and obedient, compliant. Submissive.
His hands come up slowly, enveloping me from behind, the tips of his fingers sliding up my belly and over my ribs to cup my breasts. I whimper at the contact. Robbed of sight, my other senses seem heightened, making my already sensitive tits deliciously tender as he rolls and tweaks my stiff nipples.
I heard him chuckle as my back curls, offering up more of my not inconsiderable cleavage. Secretly, that mischievous part of me hopes he might punish me again. Perhaps bend me over and spank me in front of all these men.
He is subtler than that. Instead, he takes his time, plumping and kneading with just the right amount of attention and neglect to work my body into a heated frenzy that has me all but chewing my lower lip.
“Such a horny girl.”
His tone is hot and hungry, much like the way his cock is pushing against my butt and smearing slickness along my thighs, and I know he is enjoying this as much as I am. He enjoys teasing, being in control while pushing his paramour to the brink and watching her writhe in delirious ecstasy.
So I writhe. Mewing soft kittenish sounds, I push back with a roll of my hips, grinding my butt along his length, the thick mushroom head sliding closer and closer to my burning cun-
“Kora… Kora! Are you listening?”
Startled out of my thoughts, I looked up to see my supervisor standing over me, hands on her hips and watching me pointedly from behind her pearl mask.
Oh crap…
My belly did a triple somersault under that look. Though by no means unkind, in the few weeks I’d been working under her, Demeter had quickly set about ensuring I knew she was a woman not to be pissed about. Who would enjoy punishing any girl that forgot it.
And had, frequently.
Heat blossomed across my cheeks. I quickly nodded before looking down at my feet. “Yes, Ma’am.”
I always had difficulty meeting her eyes. She was just one of those women who could totally disarm you with a look and carried herself with the confidence of a woman who owned her sexuality. I was completely overwhelmed by her and couldn’t help feeling totally inadequate whenever she was close. Against her cascade of lush chestnut-red curls, sharp angular features, intense blue-grey eyes and gorgeous 4'11 build that seemed made for her leather corset styled bustier, I was a plain Jane.
“Sure.”
I could feel her gaze scorching my skin as she eyed me, clearly not believing my less-than convincing lie, and I could just imagine her long and immaculate eyebrow arching beneath the mother-of-pearl likeness of her namesake. God only knows how long she might have been watching me just standing here, lost in my own little world.
My stomach flipped again, winding itself into a tight little knot. This wasn’t the first time she’d caught me daydreaming. I’d been warned before, but I couldn’t help myself. It was this place. It practically oozed sex appeal- as did the clientele.
God, please don’t let me get the sack…
I needed this job. Student loans, along with my parents’ debts, had left me broke. I couldn’t afford to get my ass thrown back onto the job market after only a couple of weeks.
To my surprise, she just sighed and shrugged, like I was a naughty child that just wouldn’t learn a simple lesson. “Go attend to the gentleman at table 12.”
