AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He knew what I needed.
How did he know?
Sitting on his bed, I looked around his room, taking in everything that was him. From his neatly lined shelf of law books to pictures on the wall of his family and friends. On the outside, Scribe was just a typical fun-loving man who enjoyed life. But deep inside him lay something dark, something he kept hidden.
Fear.
An emotion I was familiar with.
While I had a wonderful childhood, it was the other things that scared me. What I found curious was for a strong man, what could it be that scared Scribe so much that he allowed his own fear to overtake him? Whatever it was, it had to be big.
Getting to my feet, I walked around his room, looking for anything to give me a new insight into the man who held my heart. I wanted to help him. If Phoebe was correct, then I would.
But how?
How could I help a man I barely knew?
Turning around his room, I saw his laptop sitting on a desk. Walking over to it, I opened the lid as the screen came to life. What I saw shocked me, as a small smile slowly appeared.
“I should have known,” I whispered, shaking my head as I started opening the desk drawers, hoping to find what I was looking for. There in the bottom drawer I found it. Reaching for the top copy, I headed back downstairs, knowing exactly how to help him.
As her eyes adjusted, Violet saw through the lacy haze to a large, open room dominated by a massive fireplace at the far end. The room was lit with a low, smoldering fire that shifted shadows across the space and its occupants. Leather armchairs and chaise longues formed a large arc in the middle of the room, centered around what appeared to be a small dais or altar covered with dark plum and wine-colored cushions. Men in masks reclined with brandy in their hands, most with cigars, one with a pipe, watching, staring. Here and there, a couple of gentlemen dipped their heads in conversation, laughing at their own jokes, before turning their attention back to the altar.
A woman was bent over at the waist. Her long, lean legs splayed open in a wide stance atop her platform heels. She was leaning over the dais, holding herself up with straight arms. Her flaming red hair was pulled up in a thick braid high atop her head. Aside from her black mask, black heels and a pair of lacy black panties, she was naked. The light caressed her striking form, full breasts hanging down toward the cushions under her tanned chest. Her back arched in a slight curve, pushing her rounded ass up into the air for all the spectators to see.
But she was not alone.
Two men, one fair-haired and blue-eyed, the other the epitome of tall, dark and handsome, stood in matching slate-gray tailored suits and white masks. They looked like they’d accidentally wandered into the room on their way to a swanky dinner gala. The blond man had undone his tie, letting it hang loosely around his neck, his pristine white shirt unbuttoned at the collar.
He walked up to the statuesque beauty and ran his hand over her ass, rubbing her skin with slow, languid strokes. He slipped his fingers under the lace band of her panties, dipping in a teasing motion toward her pussy. She didn’t move as he glided his fingers deeper under her panties, circling her clit with lazy flicks of his wrist.
Still, she didn’t move, didn’t make a sound.
But Violet could see her breathing quicken, her breasts rising and falling faster, her dark nipples erect and tense.
He looked back at his audience and grinned before sliding his hand deeper between her legs, finding her pussy. He placed his other hand over her breast, gently tugging on her nipple.
Still, she didn’t move.
Then the dark and handsome man nodded his head with a wicked leer, as the blond man plunged his finger deep into her still-covered pussy as he twisted her nipple with a vicious turn.
A low moan broke from the woman’s sealed lips as her knees buckled slightly. Without a moment’s hesitation, the dark and handsome man brought his hand crashing down on her raised ass with a cruel smack.
A gasp escaped the woman’s lips just as a tiny whimper crept from Violet’s, which was followed by an even more sadistic slap to her other ass cheek. This time, she remained silent.
“Ah, you’re learning, love. No noise. No movement. Nothing unless we give you permission,” the dark and handsome man said in a thick, husky growl.
Violet saw a couple of men in the room adjust their swelling cocks as they sipped from their glasses.
Violet shook her head in disbelief, her little voice returning with a vengeance. Get the hell out of here! It shrieked at her like a little girl. But her legs wouldn’t listen. Rooted in place, torn between feeling ashamed for watching and the possibility of something else.
She’d never seen anything like this before.
Well, that wasn’t true. What she looked at now was tame compared to what she’d seen before. Oh, she knew what was really supposed to happen in the BDSM lifestyle, but she never experienced that.
In truth, she hadn’t even thought about sex much at all over the past five years. She didn’t have time for any sort of extracurricular life, much less a kinky one, what with her job and many hours of therapy.
She watched, biting her lower lip as the blond man pulled the woman’s panties down to her mid-thighs, leaving them stretched in a taut line between her legs. He gripped her ass roughly between his hands, kneading her flesh with his fingers, spreading her cheeks apart so the men circled around them could catch a glimpse of her glistening lips and puckered, dark asshole. Then he pulled his jacket off and tossed it aside before slowly unbuckling his belt.
