“That’s pretty, turn those thighs a pretty pink,” the first Elder crooned as he worked the flogger back and forth in an X pattern on my thighs.
Only to pass the flogger off to the man who’d lined up behind him. He didn’t strike so much as massage my now pink thighs with the flogger. Then, before I’d quite recovered from the repeated stinging slaps, he reached down to pinch the flesh of my inner thigh, just a finger’s length away from my sex.
The next two men were very concentrated with the flogger, and I braced for every blow, the inside of my thighs on fire.
I was shaking from sensation and pain, and when I lifted my face, unbidden tears spilling down my cheeks, I saw Beau watching. They had his wrist, and the tattoo artist was working away but Beau looked like he was ready to leap out of the chair and come rip me out of mine.
I shook my head at him and then closed my eyes, sinking back onto the leather and trying to give myself over to the process.
The next man wasn’t interested in the flogger at all. He just rubbed his calloused hands up and down my sore inner thighs, which were now shaking uncontrollably. He pulled them apart, stretching me even further open.
“What a pretty pink pussy,” he said. “Take a look at this pink, pink pussy. That’s right. Stretch it wide. Wider. Come on.” He pulled at the flesh of my thighs and indeed, I could feel my sex being opened wide for the view of all in the room.
Murmurs went through the room.
“Get her clit nice and big for the piercing, Brian,” called out the first Elder.
Oh shit, it was my clit they were going to pierce? I guess it was obvious now that I looked down and saw my position.
The man between my legs, Brian, I supposed, was only too happy to oblige the request made of him. He wasn’t an unattractive man. Maybe in his mid-forties. An excited glint entered his eyes as he sucked on his finger and then reached down to place his fingers on my sex.
My whole body jolted at the contact and I couldn’t help it, my eyes sought out Beau. The vein at his neck bulged as the other man began to play with me, fingering my folds and finally locating my clitoris.
I blinked back tears of emotion as first his finger began to circle it, then another man came up to replace him and another hand was at my sex.
Somebody squirted lube on me and then there were multiple hands, multiple men. Pulling at my pussy, stretching me wide. Rubbing me.
And goddammit, I was only human. My body responded. I was on a knife’s edge, all my hormones cranked up to a ten.
My pussy softened and flushed and expanded under all the ministrations. My clit grew and pulsed.
Occasionally, a flogging of my inner thighs would bring a shock of pain to break through the confusing mix of pleasure and sensation that had my entire body shaking.
And then the hands would be back, big male hands, probing and pulling at me, and rubbing, always rubbing and circling and teasing until I could barely stand it anymore.
I kept my eyes locked on Beau, feeling tortured by pleasure but also like I was betraying him. This wasn’t what I’d wanted for tonight. I’d wanted his body. His hands.
And instead, I was being caressed and rubbed and teased and oh God, oh God—
“Come,” Beau called out. “Fucking come for me, belle. Scream for me while you do it.”
The second he gave permission, I wailed, and my breasts arched as much as they could with the restraints. The orgasm that had been building for the last twenty minutes tore through my body.
Hands were everywhere on my body. I closed my eyes and imagined they were Beau’s hands. His hands rubbing me, touching me in my most intimate places, teasing at my asshole as he commanded me so gruffly to come.
“Beau!” I shouted as I came, and came, and fucking came. Someone shoved their finger up my asshole, and I wiggled on it, shamelessly thrusting my hips as others continued, hands working my pussy and clit.
And then they’d released Beau and he rushed toward me, shoving his pants down as he came.
Oh thank God, oh thank God. I wept with relief.
All the other men scattered as he wasted no time stepping between my absurdly spread-eagled legs, grabbed my still-stinging thighs in an unforgiving grip, and shoved himself all the way to the hilt deep inside me.
I cried out and thrust back against him as much as I was able, but he held me down with his hands, moving them to my hips. He held me ruthlessly to the table and fucked me, his eyes dark, menacing, and full of a dangerous lust.