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“No way.”
“I know. She was screaming and coming like crazy, with the tears, and the black lines running down her cheeks…”
He made a guttural sound, miming mascara trails. I didn’t get off on smeared makeup as much as Dev, but yeah, I could see it in my mind.
“We had her in clamps and restraints, the whole deal. Then I fucked her ass while Milo jammed his cock down her throat, and every time she gagged, she clenched around my dick. You know how they do that? And every time he let her up for air, she’s cryingmore, more, more…”
I gave an appreciative nod, but the story made me uncomfortable more than it turned me on, and here’s why: I didn’t want my partners to be begging formore, more, more.That killed it for me. I preferred a woman cryingstop, stop, stop,and truly wanting me to stop, but letting me have my way anyway. I knew that was edgy and fucked up. That was why it was hard for me to find someone compatible at The Gallery—because all these women were thrilled to be in the company of sadists. They were all hardcore humiliation freaks and pain sluts.
But women who weren’t humiliation freaks and pain sluts were hard to entice into the fold.
“So after all that,” said Dev, “Allie wanted us to put hot sauce on her caned-up clit. And Milo’s like, ‘no, because I don’t feel like listening to you squeal for the next two hours.’ But in the end I did it for her, and tied her face down on the bed so she couldn’t rub the pain away. We both fucked her ass while she screamed like a banshee, trying to buck the heat from her clit onto the sheets.” He shook his head with an evil grin. “Too bad you weren’t there, man. You could have stopped up her mouth with your cock, and we could have had some peace and quiet.”
I could picture all this, including Allie begging for them to be rougher, to fuck her ass harder. “I’m sorry I missed it.” But not that sorry. I’d gotten a pretty deep thrill from carrying Juliet’s unresponsive body to my guest room and cuffing her to the bed. I didn’t want to think about why.
“When we finally untied Allie, she freaked about the hot sauce and started clawing at her clit,” Dev continued, “so Milo made her sit in an ice cold bath until the hot sauce wore off, but he wouldn’t let her wash it off herself. It had to soak off while she shivered in the water. She came twice more from Milo twisting her nipples and yelling at her not to touch her pussy.”
“What were you doing through all this?”
He rubbed his crotch. “Dude, I was beating off. You know how I get when girls lose their shit.”
“I’m surprised no one called the cops.” Allie was a screamer, and being a professional vocalist, she had an ear-splitting voice.
“Her neighbors are used to it by now, I think.”
“She’s not here tonight,” I said, looking around.
“No, we told her she wasn’t allowed to show up tonight. Her pussy needs time to heal. Hot sauce sounds fun and kinky until it’s burning into your mucous membranes.”
“Ugh.” I shuddered, giving him a look. “How do you know what hot sauce feels like?”
“I never do anything to my girls that I haven’t done to myself first, for experimental purposes. Well, more or less. Actually, there’s a ton of shit girls ask me for that I’d never do to myself, but the hot sauce, yeah, I tried it once. Put it on my balls. It doesn’t feel good.” He shuddered, stroking his cock through his pants. “Anyway, sorry you missed out on Allie. You should go upstairs and find someone to play with.” He indicated the second-floor play space, which sounded even more active than the first. “Make it up to yourself. There’s a good crowd here tonight.”
“I’m not sure I’m going to play tonight.” There was plenty going on, but none of the women made me want to hurt them. “I’m in a weird mood.”
“What, you going soft on us?” Dev asked.
No. I think I’m going too hard to the other side. I want something harder and more authentic than The Gallery, and that worries me.I was notorious for getting involved with the wrong women, but maybe the crux of the problem was me.
“I should just go home,” I said.
Dev looked down at his slave, who’d been pretending not to follow our conversation.
“Hanna, why don’t you try to relax my friend here with your whore mouth? He’s had a trying weekend.”
I waved him off. “She doesn’t have to.”
“She doesn’t mind,” said Dev. “Look at her face. She’s been dying to give you a blowjob. She’s a hungry little slut.”
She did, in fact, look excited to be nudged over in front of me, so I made room for her between my knees and let her roll on the condom that Dev provided. A blowjob wasn’t what I’d come here for, but it would take the edge off.
I rested my head back against the couch and stroked Hanna’s hair while she took me in her mouth. Dev had been training her for a couple of years now, and she’d learned a lot about giving head. As she licked and sucked, my cock started to cooperate, but I wasn’t thinking about Hanna. I wasn’t thinking about Allie or rough sex, or pinning a struggling girl under me. I was thinking about Juliet.
Which was stupid, because she was emotionally sketchy, possibly alcoholic, and not kinky enough. Case in point about the kink: her amateur collar.
But what if you taught her about better collars, and showed her the pleasures of harder scening? What if she was the one kneeling in front of you, taking you in her mouth?
Hanna’s straight, glossy blonde hair was supermodel beautiful, but my fingers wanted to feel Juliet’s unkempt curls. I’d only touched them once last night. Why was I thinking of that now? Why had she left me with this heightened, almost violent, surge of sexual energy?
