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“Elegant prostitutes,” he said. “A perennial favorite.” “You know I’m not a prostitute, yes?” she asked. “Not yet. But I think you’ll make a fine whore.”
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If you want more to specifics, well, you’re a beauty, as I said. Magnificent legs, marvelous ankles. And I love a girl with red hair, even if it is artificial. Your complexion is lighter than I prefer but it will
show bites and blushes well.
Malcolm kissed his pink pet on the lips and the girls in blue and yellow clapped wildly and cheered. Mona did too, for no reason she could name other than it seemed to be part of the game. The kiss continued, deepening. Malcolm bent the girl backwards in his lust.
He brought his large right hand to her breast and groped it over her gown.
pink didn’t seem to mind. Malcolm’s erection pressed between her thighs and was swathed in pink fabric. Red against pink. He yanked the bodice of the girl’s dress down, baring her breast. He latched onto the nipple, sucking it into his mouth as the...
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Malcolm tore the rest of Sunshine’s gown from her body. The gauzy fabric ripped like paper and gathered at his feet like an offering of gold. He lifted Sunshine by her waist, and when he brought her down again it was to impale her on his cock. She took it all at once, her back arching and head tipping backward. Malcolm put his hand on her neck and whispered into her ear.
Poor Baby Blue. Malcolm bade her to stand before him at his throne and as soon as she did, he tore her dress from her body. Poor Baby Blue. As soon as she was naked, Malcolm took her nipple into his mouth and sucked it while he stroked her between her legs with his fingers.
She had to straddle his lap with her legs trapped by the chair arms so that as soon as he had his cock in her, she wouldn’t be able to run away. Poor Baby Blue. She cried and she cried as he held her by the waist and rocked her on his lap, rocking his organ up into her as he suckled at her breasts.
“I am now the queen of this courtyard,” Baby Blue said. “And I say the next sacrifice shall be…” She walked to Mona, naked and smiling and serious all at the same time.
“He’ll probably take her from there as well,” Sunshine said, gesturing at Mona’s sex. Malcolm reached down and casually tugged Sunshine’s nipple. “I deserved that.”
“You did,” Baby Blue said, and Malcolm did the same to her. “I didn’t deserve that,” she said, “but I shall bear the injustice stoically.” Malcolm tugged her nipple again and she yelped. “Perhaps not very stoically,” Baby Blue said.
She knelt on the floor, her knees sinking into the soft pile of yellow, pink, and blue gauze left behind from the carnage Malcolm had done to the girls’ dresses.
Mona beamed with pride, his organ still in her mouth. Her satyr was surrounded by his nymphs. Baby Blue was behind him, placing the laurel crown atop his head again. He turned to Pinky on his right and kissed her lips before turning to the left to lick Sunshine’s breast.
Why had he picked her? Why did so much time pass between their assignations? What did he have planned for her next? More nymphs? More auctions? More whoring? All of the above?
Portrait of a Gentleman, Small, Three-Quarter Length, Seated on a Chair, In Hunting Attire, A Riding Crop in His Right Hand.
the man in the portrait was seated on a chair and that he wore hunting attire and in his hand he held a riding crop.
So it was to be the crop this time? He’d warned her of that, too.
She didn’t imagine she would enjoy being beaten by a riding crop, but who knew? She never thought she’d enjoy frolicking with nymphs or
being sold on the auction block or having a bottle stuffed inside her either. And yet she had enjoyed it. She’d enjoyed it all.
“The things you do to me…I’d never dare dream them, much less do them. And yet, when I’m with you, there is no game I wouldn’t play, nothing of my body would I keep from you. You leave me and I go mad with waiting. You leave me and you are my every waking
thought and my every sleeping dream. And if I knew when you were returning to me, I would count the minutes until I saw you again.”
“You’ll be mine tonight in a way you’ve never been mine before. It’s one thing to allow a man to pleasure you. It’s quite another to allow him to hurt you. You’ll know real powerlessness tonight, real fear, true pain. And I will drink it like wine.”
“I love your submission to pain. It’s human nature to race toward pleasure and flee from pain. That you would fight your own nature to please me by suffering my crop arouses me more than anything you’ve done for me before.”
“Show me my property. Show me what I got for my money.”
“A blank canvas,” Malcolm said as he walked a circuit around her naked body. “I’ll enjoy painting you red and blue.”
“Most kisses don’t leave welts,” she said. “I prefer French kissing.”
“Well, I’m English. This is English kissing.”
stepping back again, he brought the crop’s leather tip between her legs and ...
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“It stings more if it’s wet,”
“Here are the rules,” he said. “You survive my crop, you earn my cock. A hundred strikes of this.” He lifted the crop into the air. “For a hundred strokes of this.” He pointed casually at his crotch and she could see the outline of his erection through the pale breeches.
“Count for me,” he said. “Starting at a hundred.” He stood behind her and she braced herself. What was he waiting for? Was he torturing her with suspense? Taking his aim? “Admiring the view,” he said as if reading her thoughts. She blushed hot at the flattery and smiled. Then he wiped the smile off her face with one quick crack of the crop. It struck high on her thigh in a spot she’d never associated with agony before. It burned like Greek fire. She cried out in shock and Malcolm laughed.
“Now only forty-eight more. Do you want to take them on the floor or would you like to stand again?”
“The floor, please, sir.” “If you like,” he said. “On your hands and knees. You’ll be more comfortable that way. Legs wide. There. Just lovely. I love to see you like this,” he said, standing behind her. She knew he was looking at her open and exposed holes. She wanted him to see them. She wanted him to see what he owned. “I’m so very glad I asked you to play this game with me.”
She counted the last few strikes and by the final five she’d curled into the fetal position on the hardwood floor. Two left. Just two. “Darling?” Malcolm’s voice penetrated the fog of her suffering. “My angel girl?” “Yes, sir?” “You need to lie on your back for me. All right?”
“Now two more to go. We can do this together. Ready, my sweet?” “Ready, sir.”
He raised the crop and lashed it down, striking her right breast so hard she screamed, so hard she heard the swish of it in the wind like the sound of a whip.
“Last one, darling. Then we’re all done. And won’t that be lovely?” He lashed her again, one final time, striking the side of her left breast. She cried out the last number of her torment and rolled again onto her side, burying her face in her hands to weep.
“Do you have children?” she asked. He laughed softly. “I have four fingers in your cunt and you’re asking me if I have children. Do you think I’m checking to see if there’s room for one more?”
“Respectable and well-behaved. Good citizens of the realm. They’re boring. Except the youngest. He takes after me.” His words made her grin drunkenly. “Are you happy to know that?”
He then lifted her arms and put them over her head. Her arms were slack, her entire body loose and yielding. He was twining the linen cravat around her wrists, securing her to the brass slats of the headboard. Never before had she engaged in bondage with a lover. She should have guessed Malcolm would be her first. She heard fabric rip as Malcolm moved off of her and to her ankles where he used the other half of the cravat to tie each of them to the slats of the footboard. Nothing about being restrained by him scared her.
“You’re tired, love,” he said. “Go to sleep. It’s almost dawn.” “If I fall asleep, you’ll leave me again.”
“I’ve never left you when you slept.” “But when I wake you’re not here.” “When you wake you can’t see me. But I’m here. I’m always here.” “Make me come again and I’ll sleep.” “You’re terribly greedy.” “For you,” she said. “Only greedy for you.”
What??? She cant see him during the day????
He slid his hands up and down her back as she panted like an animal in heat. He took her bottom in his hands and spread her at the cleft. Mona gasped when she felt something cool and wet against her anus, but she knew the fingers that touched her. Malcolm’s fingers penetrated her second hole slowly. She sighed at this loveliest of violations. He oiled her again, oiled her thoroughly.
First he used only one finger, but when her anus opened up to him he pushed in a second. Soon she was able to take three of his fingers. He worked those three fingers into her until she took them with ease. He fucked her with them as the man underneath started to move again inside her. In tandem they fucked her, sliding in together and out in unison. When they both left her holes she could have wept from the aching emptiness, but in a flash they were entering her again and she sighed with happiness, unbearable happiness.
“Open up for me,” he whispered and she spread her thighs as wide as she could. Movement became impossible and unnecessary when both men were fully within her. She was pinned into place by their pricks. Mona buried her head into the crook of the midnight man’s strong neck and lay there taking it all in as the two men used her holes in tandem.
“If you were for sale I would pawn my soul to buy you,” the midnight man said into her ear. “I would buy you and keep you a naked slave chained to my bed. I would
show off your cunt to every man who crossed the threshold of my house so they could see my prized possession and envy me. I would fuck beautiful women in front of you and send them home right after, still dripping with my seed, so you would know that I could have any girl I wanted but you were the only one I wanted to keep. I would tie you to the dining room table and drink my wine out of you. I would let my dearest friends bend you over the billiard table and fuck your pussy and arse while I sat in my favorite club chair, sipping Scotch and watching you writhe for my entertainment. Then later
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“You’re going to make me a marvelous countess, I can already tell,” he said, tenderly caressing her swollen clitoris under her skirt. “A fine lady by day, a better whore by night. My whore.”
