Cirque Du Minuit (Cirque Masters 1)

“Naughty girl.” Her soft whimper of frustration was met by chuckles. She glanced at the table to find Guy and Jason masturbating. Theo only watched, sitting still.

“Ah, I love gymnast asses,” Le Maître crooned. “So hard and round. You beautiful girl. Fucking your ass will be a dream. Tomorrow, I’ll be inside you, girl. Here.” He thrust a finger into her tiny hole, a blunt, unsettling invasion. He bit her shoulder as he pulled her closer, jamming his finger even deeper inside her. She arched and wriggled, feeling helpless and utterly submissive to him.

You may not come. This is not about you. She was being used. She was being enjoyed by him. She was his animal, his creature. She felt like one of those otherworldly beings who peopled the Cirque’s many productions. She wasn’t herself anymore, but some lucky exotic pet with his cock filling her pussy and his finger roughly plumbing her asshole.

Le Maître smelled of sex and rich cologne, a strange bittersweet scent. He was casting a spell, and she was so caught up in it that she pushed down her wildly flaring arousal. Submit. Submit to him. She heard his voice rumble against her ear as he lifted his head and drew his finger from her ass. “Come, Theo. Take her asshole and we will fill her up. Both of us.”

Perhaps she tensed. Perhaps she moaned. Le Maître lifted her from his cock and turned her to face him. He looked into her eyes as he arranged her on his lap, voicing a stern warning. “You may not come. You understand, girl? One week.”

“Yes. Yes, Master.” Her response sounded like a plea. He smiled and stroked her cheek as he pulled her forward and thrust into her again.

“It’s hard, no? You want to come.”

“Yes, very badly.”

“But you are not going to. There will be consequences for disobedience, ma mignonne.” He punctuated that gently spoken threat with a deep stroke of his cock. She felt Theo’s warmth as he stood behind her, and cringed as he parted her ass cheeks, stroking cold lube along the cleft. Again, the quick, unsettling prod of a finger against her tightly resisting ring. She knew she had to relax, but her whole body was quivering with dread and desire. Don’t come. Don’t come...

“Not too much, Theo,” Le Maître murmured. “Do not ease the way too much.”

No, not too much. Please. If it hurt, she might be able to head off the massive, mounting orgasm twitching just beyond the reach of her determination. Le Maître grasped her waist and held her still, so she was pressed hard onto his cock. She held her breath, transported by all the sensations--his length touching her womb, his hands holding her trapped as Theo nudged the head of his cock against her ass. Le Maître shook her a little.

“Breathe, silly girl. If you pass out, we’ll still fuck you. But it’s more fun if you’re awake.”

“But--oh--” She groaned as Theo breached her and began to slide in. “If I-- If I’m awake-- I know I’ll come.”

“No, don’t come. Concentrate. Think about what I want. That’s submission.” Le Maître stared into her eyes as he eased out of her, still holding her in an iron grasp. At the same time, Theo slid all the way deep into her ass. “Think about what we want,” Michel amended in a low voice. “Two men using you, taking their pleasure. Your warm, tight holes perfectly formed for us. You are ours.” He pressed her down on his cock again just as Theo pushed forward. She shuddered at the feeling of fullness, the feeling of abandoned lust and sex. Theo held her from behind, snaking fingers around to caress and pinch her nipples. She arched back to him, steeling herself against the heat that shot from her breasts straight to her clit. He pinched her harder, growling in a low, carnal voice.

“No...” she whispered. “Please.”

Le Maître chuckled and gave her a few quick thrusts. She bounced in his lap, braced from behind by the stiff cock in her bottom. The two men began to move in tandem, filling her, leaving her, and filling her again. She closed her eyes as they slid their hands over her in blazing trails of mastery. She didn’t know who squeezed, who pinched or scratched her, who twisted her nipples until she cried out in hoarse alarm. She only knew that it felt too good, that it felt too powerfully erotic to survive. Her orgasm was growing and expanding to the point she couldn’t call it back.

She stifled a scream as her body contracted around the two cocks that impaled her. Hands covered her mouth and she heard more laughter. She endured another torturous pinch of both nipples as she writhed on the two rigid shafts within her. The pain only intensified her pleasure and panic, and she struggled against the hands that held her. She felt Le Maître jerk beneath her as Theo thrust balls-deep in her ass and groaned against her hair. The pulsing of the men’s tight-fitting cocks inside her triggered still more climactic aftershocks, so by the time she came to rest against Le Maître’s heaving chest, she was completely wrung out.

Theo’s cock slipped from her ass. He knelt behind her and ran fingers up her back, making her shiver against Le Maître’s warm, furred chest. Le Maître slid gentle fingers into her hair, then grasped the roots in a brutal fist. She tried to pull away but he only gripped her hair harder.

“You may be tired and satisfied, chérie, but your night is not over. I gave you instructions, yes, girl?”

Kelsey’s heart beat wildly. He was hurting her, hurting her--

“No! Yes! Yes, Master!” She tried to fight through the post-orgasm haze, through the pain of him yanking her hair from her scalp. “Yes, Master. You told me not to come. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I tried not to! It felt so good-- My body--”

“You submissives always blame your bodies. As if you do not control this body of yours.” He squeezed the tip of one rigidly erect nipple. Even this aroused her. Her pussy clamped down on his still-hard cock and she made a faint whining sound for mercy. His grip tightened until she howled and struggled off his lap. She nearly fell but for the fingers wrapped in her hair. A crisp torrent of French, and one of his slave men scurried forward to remove his condom. She lost track of him as another came forward with a pair of clover clamps. The pet looked down at her from beneath a sweep of blond lashes.

Le Maître called to the men at the table. “Gentleman, help me hold this bad little girl so she doesn’t end up injuring herself.”

Guy took one of her arms, Theo the other. Jason still hung back, watching, but not unaroused. God, aroused, really. She’d never thought of him that way, as a sexual being, a dominant, but he was definitely getting off on her plight. Le Maître stepped in front of her and flicked her nipples, applying the clamps in two sharp bursts of pain. Still, still, even after her forbidden orgasm, she was turned on beyond bearing. Her breasts tortured her, Le Maître’s reproving tsks shamed her, and two men were holding her trapped for God knew what punishment, and still she would have fucked any one of them on a dime. She was that far gone.

But then Le Maître took a coiled-up whip off the wall. It wasn’t some BDSM toy. It looked like a real stock whip, something you’d use to drive cattle. Something you’d use to torture someone. Kelsey gasped and struggled to pull away. She gazed at Theo in entreaty and his nearly imperceptible nod of reassurance was the only thing that saved her from complete breakdown.

Le Maître disappeared behind her, and she heard a deafening crack. She waited for the slice, the excruciating contact, but felt nothing. A practice strike. She relaxed in relief, so when the pain actually came a moment later, the contact under her left shoulder blade, she was taken by surprise. It was a lick of fire, unbearable sting. She pulled at the hands holding her, but they were too strong. Another crack on her right ass cheek almost took the legs from under her. She tried to twist away, knowing she couldn’t bear that fiery pain again.

“No...no...”

Theo made her turn and stand straight. Before she could brace, the lash fell on her left buttock, and then again on the right side of her upper back. She sobbed, terrified. The noise alone was punishment enough, but the pain... She almost collapsed in relief as Le Maître walked across to the wall to return the whip.

The men let her go, and Le

Maître came to stand before her, his eyes hard as stones. Four aching points on her back and buttocks throbbed as she quaked under his gaze. “The first thing I’ll ask when you come to me each day, little girl, is whether or not you have submitted yourself to my will and left your juicy little clit and pussy unsatisfied. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” Kelsey sobbed.

“If the answer is no, what do you imagine will happen to you?”

Kelsey shook her head, speechless. Tears of fright ran down her face. She didn’t even want to guess.

“Let me put it this way, mignonne. The punishment you just received is a warning, nothing more. A small fraction of the pain I can deliver to a submissive in need of correction.” He removed the nipple clamps, ignoring her gasps of pain and looking down his nose at her. “I promise, you will learn this lesson either way. And now, my naughty little one, you may leave with your Master. I will see you in my office tomorrow at five o’clock.”

With those words, he turned and beckoned to his pets again, and returned to his chair. He didn’t look her way again, not even a glance, as Theo led her from the room.

*** *** ***

Theo guided Kelsey back to the dressing room outside the double door. He could feel her shivery panic through his fingertips. He drew her gently into his arms, holding her trembling form. She’d been so frightened. He was proud of her, her bravery and fortitude in the face of her fears.

“Okay,” he said, holding her close. “It’s over. You’re okay.”

“Am I-- Am I bleeding?”

Theo ran his fingers over her back. “There are barely any marks.”

Kelsey shuddered. “It felt like he was leaving marks.”

“It’s the sound,” Theo explained. “It makes it seem worse than it really is. I wouldn’t have let him make you bleed. He wouldn’t have anyway.”

“It hurt though,” Kelsey said. “It really hurt!”

“I know. I know it hurt. You handled yourself beautifully.”

She broke away from him, bursting into another torrent of tears. “How can you say that? He was disgusted with me. I made him so angry.”

Theo took her face in his hands, brushing aside her tears. “Listen to me. What just happened was a scene. It wasn’t real. It was play. Fantasy.” Theo had warned her Michel would play hard with her. Somewhere along the line it must have started to feel real. “This is what he does, Kelsey. I’ve watched him with a lot of women and a lot of men. He liked you very much. He enjoyed you very much. To arrange to meet with you for a week? This is practically a marriage proposal in his world. You should be very proud.”

“But I failed!” Kelsey said. “I wasn’t submissive enough. I came without permission. He thinks I need more training--”