AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I could feel the tears pooling against the frames of my glasses, and yes, my eyeliner and mascara was probably smeared all to hell. The paddler stopped and another strap took over, then a horrible spanking tool that felt like leather crossed with a cane. I wailed against Devin’s cock as each new Dom spanked me, crying and crying, squeezing my nipples until they went numb. I doubted ten minutes had passed, but it felt like four hours. My ass felt seared. It was so hot and achy I could hardly tense my butt cheeks without causing more pain.
Devin’s grip on my hair relaxed. I looked up at him in entreaty—please, am I pleasing you?He patted my cheek and moved away, and another cock was in my face. “Open your mouth,” Devin ordered, when I closed my lips in surprise.
I opened, studying the other Dom. He had hard, dark eyes and a lithe body shape. He pulled my hair as Devin had, but he twisted it so it hurt even worse. Where Devin’s style was casually capricious, this Dom was abrupt, all business. He fisted his sheathed cock and pushed it into my mouth.
Any submissive brought into The Gallery shall be considered communal property.This was what that meant. I choked and squeezed my eyes shut as the dark-eyed man drove in to the hilt, deep in my throat. When I gagged, he pulled away, and I peered up at him, in both apology and entreaty.Please, please…
My ass hurt, but it was bearable, and my throat, already raw from Devin’s pounding, could take more abuse. I was so far in subspace that I wanted him to gag me over and over, which he did, five or six times in a row, until tears streamed down my face.
“Look at the poor thing,” the man said. “She’s a mess.”
“She needs an ass-fucking, Milo.”
Milo.That was the name of the man tormenting me with such pleasure. “Hey, look at me,” he said, tilting up my head with a hand on my throat. “Do you need your Dom’s cock up your ass?”
I stared at him. His hair was longer than most men’s, and dark as his eyes. “Yes, Sir,” I gasped through my sore throat.
“What? Say it louder, so he can hear you.”
“Yes, Sir.” I winced as the plug was removed from my squeezing hole. The man in front of me, Milo, slapped my cheek to regain my attention.
“Listen to me, girl. Look at me. Do you deserve a hard cock up the ass? You haven’t made either of us come yet.”
I strained to hold eye contact with him through my blurred, tear-stained lenses. “Y-yes, Sir. I’m sorry.”
Milo laughed as Devin prodded his cock against my hole. Was it Devin? I couldn’t even turn to be sure, because Milo had grasped my head again and shoved himself into my throat. I moaned against his shaft as a thick cock pierced me from behind, easing into me at first, then shoving deep. Yes, definitely Devin. I whined and cried, processing the pain that wasn’t really pain, and the pleasure that wasn’t really pleasure, but more of a frantic, feral craving to let go.
Let go. Let go now. Let them have you.
I groaned as Devin shoved against my ass. I was sure it was him. I knew how his cock felt in my ass, how he liked to fuck in a steady, pounding rhythm that asserted his ownership. His hips slapped against my sore ass, fanning the lingering flames of my spankings. I understood now why this place didn’t have safe words—because this was too intense, too real. Even if I had a safe word, I couldn’t have dredged it up from the recesses of my animal arousal.
Instead I clung to my nipples, because I hadn’t been told yet that I was allowed to let go. I opened my mouth and throat for Milo’s pleasure, even though I didn’t know him, and he wasn’t my Dominant. I spread my legs as wide as my bonds would allow to let Devin enjoy my ass, and my tears gradually dried enough to see the admiring approval of spectators in my peripheral vision.
I let go, and came into myself as I most loved to be—vulnerable, helpless, and in pain.Naughty little maso.I wasn’t sure if Devin said it, or if it was an echo of memory, but it was true and it was wonderful.
As I thought how much I loved Devin for bringing me here, he reached from behind to slide fingers between my legs. When he found my clit, my whole body shuddered. Until he touched me there, I hadn’t realized how unbearably swollen and sensitive my sex was. I squealed against Milo’s cock as Devin’s fingertips skimmed across the slick flesh.
Both of them laughed. I didn’t care. I sucked Milo with renewed eagerness, and arched my back to take more of Devin’s cock. His fingers worked at my clit, stroking, pinching, torturing me until I was crying for release.
“When Milo comes, you can come,” he said. “Not before.”
I rolled my eyes up to Milo with such a desperate look of longing that he laughed again, but less than a minute later, his fingers tightened against my scalp and he drove hard in my throat, groaning in release. I hardly remember what happened then, except that I came in a sudden rush, with Devin’s fingers on my clit and in my pussy, as he buried himself in my ass. My tears had ebbed, but they exploded again, soaking my cheeks. The orgasm was so strong, so shattering, that it left me breathless.
Milo knelt in front of me in the midst of it, taking my hands from my nipples and holding them. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, pinning me with his dark eyes. “Show me that you’ll take more.”
I didn’t think I could take any more, but I obeyed him, gasping through Devin’s growling climax with my lips ajar. No other Doms came to force themselves into my mouth. Instead, Milo kissed me. “Good girl,” he said, patting my cheek. “You’re done with your first scene. Welcome to The Gallery.”
Devin pulled out, leaving me limp and empty. There was a soft smattering of applause, but neither man acknowledged it as Milo unbound my ankles and Devin helped me stand up. Someone brought a blanket and Devin wrapped it around me. When my legs proved trembly and useless, he leaned down and lifted me in his arms, holding me against his chest.
I zoned out as he carried me to another set of stairs. Next I knew, I was sitting on his lap in the upper room, and Milo was sitting across from us, cleaning my glasses. He handed them to me with a smile.
“Welcome back to reality,” he said. “How are you feeling?”
“Mmm.” That was all I could think of to say.
“I’m not sure she’s completely back.” Devin’s voice rumbled in his chest, against my ear. He turned me in his arms. “How are you, Ella? Okay? Hurting? Still in subspace?”
He looked concerned, and I didn’t want him to worry, so I forced myself to speak. “I’m fine. I’m not hurt. Well…” My lips spread in a happy grin. “I hurt in the best way. But now I feel…tired.”
