My cock weeps at the sound of her scream and the violent jerk of her body. I pop her again on the opposite cheek, delighted by the same reaction. Back and forth, I go, keeping up a steady staccato against her skin. I travel up and down her body, paying close attention to where her ass meets her thighs. Her inner thighs glisten in the light as her arousal pours out of her. Pinpricks of blood well up like glittering rubies against her skin, but I don't stop. I can't stop. The need to have her weeping and writhing is too great. Just a few strokes more, and maybe I'll be satisfied. As I lay down the last few, she sags against her bonds, her body finally letting go. Excellent. She's finally ready.
Jerking my head, I motion for the jocks to take her down and turn her around. With efficient motions, they pull her out of the cuffs, turn her back to the cross, and lean her back. Her quiet moans as she shuffles about, trying to get comfortable, go straight to my balls. Adjusting myself, I saunter over to her, grabbing her chin to pull her face towards mine. Her pupils are blown out, and her gaze is unfocused. God, but she's beautiful. Leaning down, I skim my lips across hers, pulsing hard as she leans up into the kiss, trying to deepen it. Chuckling, I hand off the whip and fist her hair, holding her firm. My lips descend upon hers, crushing our mouths together. Melody frantically whimpers as she arches up, trying to get closer. Letting my hand wander down, I slip in between her folds, marveling at just how wet my little mouse is.
My balls ache with need. I need to possess her and soon. Pulling back, I run the pad of my thumb over her lower lip before stepping back. Another set of hands reaches out, handing me a flogger. I run my fingers through the heavy falls for a few moments, just watching the mesmerizing rise and fall of her chest as she sucks in air. Once her breathing evens out a touch, I whip the flogger through the air, catching the underside of one breast, only to rear back and do the same to the other. Her eyes flutter close as she leans her head back, swaying into my next blow. Precum slides across my head as my cock leaps towards her. Gritting my teeth, I keep applying the lashes, watching with intent as her body twists and sways. Once her whole upper body is nice and pink, I hand off my flogger and make my way towards Melody. Someone else undoes her ankles as I undo her wrists. Her limp body falls into my arms, and I scoop her up, holding her against my chest.
Her moans of contentment soak into me as I clutch her close. I take every bit of her that I can, needing some fortification for these next several minutes. My brain knows what's about to happen, and it rails against me, demanding I spirit her away and keep her somewhere safe. But I know I can't do that. To defy The Society would put both of our lives in danger. I have to swallow my feelings and slide my internal mask into place for both of our sakes. Already the men in the room fumble at their belts, and I bite my tongue, swallowing the snarl that's on my lips. I can't say anything. I have no defense. Wasn't it me in that position just a few months ago? How can I deny them the rite that I so enthusiastically took part in?
Laying her down onto the bed again, I smooth her hair back, my eyes flitting across her face, looking for any sign of unease. A placid smile crosses her lips as she tries to move her hand to stroke my cheek, giggling softly when it holds firm. Subspace does indeed look good on her. Stepping back, I stand at the edge of the bed, keeping my eyes trained on her as the men gather around. Melody frowns for a moment, looking at the gathering of erect phalli around her body before looking back up at me.
As a group, they reach out and touch her body, pinching and prodding, fingers slipping anywhere and everywhere. My vision goes white as fingers dip along her soaking valley, smearing her essence over her mound and thighs. Her whimpers of distress drill into my brain. I grip the bed in front of me until the wood digs hard into my palms. Glaring at Andrew, I watch him closely as his fingers dip back down, going much lower than I'm at all comfortable with. "No insertion," I growl, gripping the footboard again.
He simply smirks and spreads her lips open, so I can watch his fingers skim her entrance but not go inside. With a single motion, he drags his fingertips up to her clit and taps the bud a few times, making Melody groan and shift on the bed. Up further, the filthy jocks pinch and twist her nipples, plucking at the buds until she lifts off the bed to alleviate the pull. It's almost over. It has to be. One by one, each man reaches down and slides their fingers across her lips and takes a bit of arousal to rub across their ruddy shafts. They glide their hands over their erections in whatever way feels good to them. Groaning and gasping, they use their free hands to touch and rub all over my mouse, their hands and fingers imprinting themselves onto her body. They better enjoy it while they can because that's the last time any of them will touch my submissive.
Loud squelches and grunts fill the massive chamber. Those not wishing to participate pick chairs and furniture to hoist their women over to rut about like dogs. The sickening stench of cum and sex fills the space until everyone but me is lost in their sexual haze. One by one, the men over Melody grunt and shoot their load all over her pink skin, covering my canvas with their sex.
Closing my eyes, I force a breath in through my nose and out from my mouth. I can't close out the sounds, but taking away the sight is the only thing keeping me from yanking each and every one of the Neanderthals off of her. I can't afford to lose my position. We can't afford it. I have to bide my time until the last one is done.
With a triumphant yell, Andrew is the last go, aiming his prick so that his seed shoots just on top of her mound. Smirking, he pumps a few times, ensuring every bit of him lands where I'm soon to be. They all step back, breathless and spent, all eyes boring into me. With a wave of his hand, John motions for me to take my place and consummate my claim as her owner. Stepping up to the head of the bed, I smooth the sweat-damp hair away from Melody's face, turn her head so that she can face me. Her eyes are screwed shut, refusing to look around. For once, I don't blame her. Chuckling softly, I plant a feather-light kiss on her forehead, elated when she finally opens her eyes for me.
"You did so well, Mouse. Shall I reward you now?" Her eyes stay locked onto mine, but her forehead scrunches up in disbelief. "I promise you, it's just you and me now." I look down at her body, disgust roiling through me as I look at the cum splattered all over her. Maybe I should have waited to claim her, but then I catch Andrew's smug smirk and know that I'm making the right decision. I trail my finger across the few bare patches free from cum, delighting in the way her chest heaves up at my touch. As I get closer to her lower lips, I toss Andrew a smirk of my own and dip my fingers in between, bypassing his attempt to mark her. Looking up at John, I reach over for the towel. "Her birth control is not in effect yet. I don't want to chance her getting pregnant."
John stiffly nods and waves his hand at me. Dipping the cloth into the cool basin nearby, I crush it in my free hand to remove as much water as possible before bringing it against her flushed skin. She jerks at the contact for a moment, then settles back down so I can clean her up. I can't wait to get her out of this filth and into a proper bath. She deserves it after tonight. Once I erase every drop of Andrew, I go back to pleasuring my woman. She's still so wet. I ease my finger down and edge inside, just enough for her to clamp down on my digit as she tries to suck me in.
I give a quick swat to her clit, and she releases me with a keening moan. After pumping into her a few times, I surge all the way in, stretching her with my fingers. Her body writhes under my touch as I piston in and out of her. Catching Bradley's eye, I slip them out and smear her arousal against her bottom hole before easing a finger from my other hand into her tight ring. Her moans reach a fevered pitch as she bucks against my finger, setting me deep within her back hole. I stroke her a few times before pulling out and easing another inside her. Moans rip from her lips, and I toss a smirk over at Bradley as I let her ride me for a few moments. My cock throbs against my pants, and I know I'm about to explode. Pulling out, I rise up from the bed and rip the belt from my pants before sliding them and my underwear to the floor.
My shaft almost weeps with relief as it springs free from my clothing. Making my way back to the basin, I wash my hands and grab a condom from one of the faceless Doms. I tear the packaging open with my teeth as I stare down at Melody. Soon I'll find blessed relief. The quicker I do that, the quicker I can get rid of her. Groaning, I slide the condom over my engorged shaft and shuffle back over to the bed. My balls are sore from how much I've denied them. Maybe I should have fucked Chelsea instead of punishing her earlier; that would make right now so much less uncomfortable.
All thoughts of other girls leave my mind as I sink deep into Melody. She groans as I stretch her open, music to my ears. Her ankles tug at the cuff, and I reach back and undo one then the other, letting her wrap her legs around me. Her lower back arches up as she meets me stroke for stroke. Soft moans and curses litter the air as I pump in and out of her. Every touch, every pinch, sends her higher and higher. Reaching in between our bodies, I find her clit and stroke it back and forth, and I continue driving in and out. Nothing else around me matters. All that matters right now is Melody and me.
I tune out the grunts and sighs of those getting their second wind and concentrate on her little yelps and moans as she furiously chases her release. I let her have it tonight. She's earned this one. Her inner walls constrict around me as her orgasm approaches. Gritting my teeth, I will my body to hold out until after she comes. With one hand, I grip her ass, pulling her hard against me as I change up the angle a bit. With the other hand, I pinch her clit, relieved as she clamps down on my cock, her orgasm ripping through her.
With a few more thrusts, I join her there, exploding deep inside. I brace my hands on either side, careful not to smear myself in all the cum. Her tight channel flutters about me with her aftershocks, milking every last drop out of me. I breathe for a few moments before easing myself out, keeping a tight hold on the condom. After tossing it away and cleaning myself up, I unhook Melody's arms and rub them up and down, bringing circulation back.
"You were magnificent, Mouse. Ready to clean up?"
Another blush tinges her cheeks as she nods. I ease her up and notice her gaze going back around the room then back down to her body. A shudder runs through her frame, and she holds her arms up and away from herself. Luckily, this will be the only time she'll be subjected to this. That is until I want to see how hard I can make her blush. Sliding my hand against her back, I guide her into a small alcove that leads into another room with a huge, round tub in the center. The submissives already filled the tub and set out various scents and salts to add to the water. Scenting a few of the bottles, I pick the vanilla and sprinkle it into the tub. In one jerk, I pull her back against me, into my arms, and walk her around the edge before gently placing her inside. She groans as the salt licks at her wounds but settles deep inside, letting the water come up to her chin.
"You just lay there and soak for a moment. I'll be right back."
Her slim body settles down into the water with a small sigh. Tension slides up the back of my neck, settling into a low ache in the base of my skull. Reaching up, I rub at the area for a minute or so, trying to ignore the feelings swirling through me. Pride wars with anger, all converging onto her face. It’s not her fault she’s no enticing, but it is her fault for worming her way into me.
I rub my chest as I watch her flit about in the water, her face placid as she scoops water into her hands and lets it drain onto her face. Shaking my head, I repress a growl and busy myself with getting towels and other sundry items. Just because I claimed her doesn’t mean I have to let these feelings take root. I’ll let her get a taste of who I really am, then see if she still wants to stay mine or be free. An easy grin slides into place as my mind stills.
Setting everything down, I head back out into the main room. Already dominants and submissives engage in various acts of play. Their moans and shrieks are a musical cacophony that will never get old. Making my way over to John, I sideswipe Andrew and Dr. Bradley. No doubt they both have plenty to say to me, but I don’t want to hear it. Not tonight. John, his eyes scanning the scenes with a watchful eye, nods to me as I get close to him.
“Wasn’t expecting that.”
“Me neither.” And it’s true. As much as I wanted this girl, not one part of me wanted to keep her. I just wanted to fuck and go.
“Are you planning on giving her back?”
I sigh, a weight settling over my chest. Yes. You’re going to give her back. My mind is screaming at me, but my heart pulses loudly with the very idea. The moment I give her back, Andrew and Dr. Bradley will swoop in and get her. It’s not about caveman-like territorialism. Not like earlier. Something deep down, as much as I want to hurt her, as much as I want to make her cry out in pain, wants to grab her close and save her from the real terrors in the world.
I may not know her well yet, but there’s something about her – something lost and alone. She needs someone to care for her, guide her…love her. Fuck. The fact that I’m feeling mushy about this relative stranger has me shaking my head in disbelief.