This chapter isn't pretty much nothing by smut...
Hot Hardcore, to some people depend of your idea of it, Smut...
This is the only warning you're getting...
~~Dream~~
My legs were stretched wide, spread by a metal bar that seemed to extend wider the more I tried to move. His fingers flexed over the inside of my thigh while his other hand held a tumbler glass of probably the finest Irish whiskey ever made. When my eyes drifted down to his hand, he brought it up to my chin and yanked my face back to his.
Gagged and tied to a bed at a lavish hotel that would charge for one night what most people would pay for an entire year. He didn't hold back. Squeezing roughly, his eyes danced with greed. This was the 3rd time that this had happened, that he had his hands on me without my approval. Every time he does, he takes a part of my soul and leaves an emotional scar with his departure.
"You're going to be my perfect little Bunny, Faith... Did you know that?"
My eyes watered as his hand went back down to my inner thigh, my damp lashes fanning out over my cheeks. I didn't know that. Not at all, but I was beginning to realize it. He placed his drink down onto the floor before standing back to his full height.
John was every bit as intimidating as I could ever think he could be. My mind wasn't equipped with what he was capable of. Not yet.
His long fingers flexed over the buckle of his belt as he pulled it off. He moved to the buttons of his suit shirt and his 6 pack abs were displayed from behind the material.
"You want this, Faith?"
He tossed his shirt onto the floor before flicking open the button to his pants.
"I can see it in the way your eyes move over my body... You want this as badly as I do, and I'm going to give it to you..."
He leans down, fist down on the mattress and he slowly crawls up my body until he's resting in the apex of my thighs. He runs the tip of his nose over my neck.
"Mmm... You smell so sweet, little Bunny... Now I'm going to teach you every little thing there is to know about me and what I do, and you know what you're going to do?"
I didn't answer.
1 because I'm gagged and 2 because I didn't want to.
I removed myself from these situations. He may have my body at his mercy but he will never have my mind.
The thick tip of his cock pressed against the entrance of my pussy.
"You're going to help me..."
He sunk himself inside of me and I cried out loudly even though it was muffled by the gag. I lost my virginity to this prick, and now he uses me as his toy. I've thought about going to the police multiple times. But I remember the one time I did and saw John talking with all the officers outside the precinct. As if he knew that I was going to at the very least try to talk with someone about it. There was no coming out of his shadows, so the best I could do now was blend in.
He kissed me passionately, making love to me. I remained passive, blocking out what was happening. Once he was done, he peeled his sticky body off of mine and reached for his cigar holder in his side pocket. Taking one out, his eyes remaining on mine, he lit the end and then he lit the the bottom of the metal holder. And before I could comprehend what he was doing, he pressed the scorching hot metal to the inside of my lower ankle and I once again cried out in agony, lost within the cloud of my pain.
"You're always going to be mine now... When people see that? They're going to know they can't fucking touch you..."
~~Dream End~~
I moved through my new classes fluidly, but I find myself unsettled. Like there's so much to unravel before I can focus on why I'm here. I expected for John and Me to be done once I left San Fran. I should have known better.
My hand skims over the parcel that was left for me at the front desk, the gold and red ribbons slipping over the palm of my hand.
Why?
Why does he do this to me? And why am I not so bothered by it anymore? The biggest secret I've ever held was of John and I. Silenced, but not sure why.
I touch the silk gown and took it out of the box. The PRADA label that is embedded into the under bed of the box isn't surprising at all. John goes all out. Always.
I lick my bottom lips and take my dress to the bathroom, turning on the faucet to my private shower. I am grateful for my own amenities, but I'm not sold on the fact that he didn't have something to do with it, so no one questions my whereabouts. Quickly scrubbing up in the shower, I dry my body off and rub potent scented lotion into my skin. I've only got an hour to get ready. I continue to do my makeup and hair.
Then I gather my makeup into a pile and take myself in in the mirror. Tightened beneath my breasts to spill them over the edge, while the waist is clenched in tightly, accentuating my already hourglass shape.
When there's a knock on the door, my muscles tighten, snapping my shoulders straight.
Showtime.
The night is placid, but the midnight sky does nothing to blanket the nerves that are wracking through my body, sizzling me from the tips of my fingers to the ends of my toes.
"Where we are going tonight... I will need you on your best behavior..." John said pulling his Maserati onto the freeway. Soft music is filling the car. I hate soft music now.
I run my tongue over the inside of my lip. "Where are we going?" I asked
"This place..." John said looking out over his arm to the oncoming traffic. "It's called L'artisaniant... Selected people are invited to join and I just so happened to be asked... I need you to be on your best behavior..." He explains. I watch out of the corner of my eye as his fists tense around the steering wheel. Cracking his neck, he turns to face me.
"And who do they think I am?" I asked.
"They think you're my toy, which is exactly what you are..." He said his smirk evident in his voice.
My jaw tightens as he continues to drive. I can feel my phone vibrating and I have to fight the will to answer it. After 4 years of being handled by John, he has somehow conditioned me to bend to his will. Ruling over me with an iron fist, I learned rather quickly that the harder I fought, the harder the punishment which meant the softer the sex. If I'm his toy, I'm a caged lioness with no will to be saved or to run.
"And may I ask, who is who?" I asked testing his patience. I knew better then to answer questions but sometime I can't help myself, curiosity always gets the better of me. Most times he'll answer but a lot of the time he won't, which is when I know I need to tread carefully.
John shakes his head, pulling down a dark private road and stopping outside a large wired gate. Dark spikes stretch up to the heavens in pointed gothic spikes, but the thick shrubs and trees hide any view from seeing farther in.
Before he drew his window down to speak into a small white voice box, he pins me with dominant eyes. "No... It's all private... You have to understand this, Faith... To be invited to L'artisaniant is a high honor... Only the most influential people in the world are selected to join..." He explained.
I pondered over his words, chewing on my bottom lip. "So, this is your first time?" I asked.
John's lips curve and I watch as the wrinkles around his mouth crinkle beneath the pressure. I thought about the reason as to why he did what he did to me and why he's doing this to me, multiple times, and all I can think is it comes down to what he introduced to me after scarring my ankle all those years ago. The scar is small and naked to the human eye unless you're looking for it. But the invisible scarring it has left on my heart is enough to make up for it.
What I walked into. I'm thankful that I haven't been back in a couple mouths, but he has made it clear that another gathering is happening and it's happening sooner than I thought, which can only mean one thing. New meat.
"Yes... You'll be wearing a mask in here..." He takes a leather case out from his side door and hands one to me. "Put it on now and keep it on at all times... Do you understand?" He asked pinning me down with a glare.
"I can't imagine what they might want with you..." I whispered and before I can choke back the words and swallow them back down my throat, they're already out there in the open, being inhaled by my enemy. I busy myself with fixing my mask onto my face as he turns, hitting the button to wind his window down.
He either didn't hear me or I will pay for it later. There's never an in between with him. "Remember, Bunny, every time your thighs clench for another man, you will know it was I who put that hunger there... I tore your innocence open..." John was a vicious bastard, but he was a bastard that not even I could win against. Not ever.
There's no point saving the doomed, because the doomed don't know how to exist without the curse that they've been under once they've been there for so long.
The gates split open with a squeak and he presses his foot on the pedal to drive us forward. Dimming the headlights, we continue down the long cobblestone drive way at a slow speed. My stomach is twisting in knots and my heart is beating too fast. I swipe my sweaty palms down my thighs as we roll to a stop. The driveway curves in a full circle, with dark wood steps leading to the main door. A military man stands at the front of the door, dressed in full military attire, with an AK strapped to his side.
Straightening my shoulders, I tilt my head. "Is this usual?" I asked softer then intended.
When I climb out of the car and John comes to the other side of me, his arm hooks in mine. "Yes... What happens behind these doors make it necessary..." He explains.
"And what is it that happens behind these doors?" I asked, intrigue eating away at my thoughts. "Just to prepare myself..." I added to play off my curiosity.
John doesn't answer, he merely directs us to the front of the house. He does this a lot. He will either answer me or ignore me, both sides of the that tend to grate on my nerves.
"Go ahead..." The military man said as he steps aside after John takes back his hand. Just as I'm about to follow John through the wood doors, when a heavy hand is planted against my chest, pausing my movements. I gaze down at his hand.
"Excuse me?" I want to tell him get his paws off my tits. But figure that will get me yet another gag-worthy love fest once I'm alone with John again. And there's only so much I can take when it comes to it.
"The girls need to be branded..." The officer, name tag says Nomad, said.
'Nomad? Is that really his name?' I internally asked myself. After all, John said to behave myself. Why can't I be a normal college student like Jenn? I stopped the thought that's treading their angry feet through my brain.
"What brand?" I asked softly.
John's jaw tenses a few times. "Is it necessary for her? She's only my plus 1..." John asked as he unbuttons his jacket, coming closer to the military dude.
'Interesting...' It's not everyday he has to throw weight to get what he wants.
"Afraid so... The rules are quite clear that no one is to set foot inside L'artisiant without the mark..." Nomad explained.
"The what?" I whispered the question as to hopefully not be heard. Inside I'm panicking, my eyes flying between the 2 of them.
John grabs my hand and turns, lifts my arm in the air. "Beside the armpit... I don't have all night..." John practically demands.
The military man pulls out what looks like a tiny stamp. It had crusted gold plating over the handle and cursive writing that I can't read over the tip. Fire ripples over my skin and turns all of my nerves to fire as he releases me. I gaze down to see a burn mark now fresh beneath my arm. It's small, maybe the size of a nickel, but the intricate lines that swish into what looks like a scribble is well pressed into my flesh.
I tilt my head, "What?" I squeaked as John tugs me through the front doors before I can wrap my head around what just happened.
~~Memory – The Complex~~
It was dark. So dark that the chandelier which hung from the marble ceiling was the only thing that was struck by the full moonlight breaching through the drapes. Thick curtains shaded the lounge room and 4 men sat in the chairs, their legs thrown over their thighs. Not one caught my eye. I had never seen them in my life, and up until last Month John had been training me.
Splitting me open and fucking me until my insides were sushi and the only name that fell from lips was his. And the syllables weren't laced with love or passion. They were poisoned by the hate that pulsed through my veins. He thought he had conditioned me to handle his brutality, which in essence he had, but forgot one of the most important things of all. Cruelty hardens the skin to which it is pounded upon, so he wasn't only grooming me to become, what he says, his sex slave. But he was also handing me the nails to which I needed to build up my walls.
I hated training, but in a weird perverse way, I was also grateful for it. It made me strong, it made me feel like I could take on anything. But perhaps that was wrong. I didn't actually think I could take on anything, because I didn't actually fight back like some women might have. I just endured, I accepted. So maybe the truth was that I could survive anything. Either way, survival was something to celebrate, even if it left you dead inside, a vacant shell with nothing left. That's what I was during John's training. Just an empty shell that he was fucking. Even when he looked into my eyes, I never really saw him because I wasn't really there. He taught me to endure even the most horrific of moments, and I would do exactly that tonight. No matter what. And afterwards, I would survive and keep on surviving.
The collar pinched my neck as he tugged on the chain.
"Gentleman..."
They all seemed to shuffle in their seats before my eyes found the ground. I knew better than to pay attention to anything and everything that happens around me. I wasn't to look at anyone. I wasn't to touch anyone. I was to allow people to touch me, anyone. Whoever John said could, would. Whoever. Whenever. Though we hadn't taken that step yet, until tonight, I was well trained on what I should and should not do in the presence of whoever he took me to.
"Diamond..." One of the men purred. I couldn't see him, but the rasp in his voice illustrated how many cigarettes he had smoked in his lifetime.
"Gentleman..." John said, but I kept my eyes on my toes. White as snow, to signify purity. The day after John took my virginity, I started my white nail polish trend.
"You brought us a gift? You shouldn't have..." Goose bumps rose over my skin as the other man's voice drifted through the space between us.
"Not tonight..." John's authoritative voice boomed through, and it's then that I got the first hint that maybe, he ran this ship too. He tugged on my collar and I fell forward, dropping to my knees.
Carpet burns tore through my skin as his fist found my hair and he gently caressed it. As though a lover would. As though he doesn't ruin my mind anytime we're alone together.
"Tonight, you will all have the privilege to watch me, but none of you will touch..." He paused and I still haven't raised my head up to see the other 4 older men. After a series of grunts and approvals, he releases my head. "Very good... First, we will handle business..." Finally, I looked out the corner of my eye when movement caught my attention.
Another room adjacent to this one is in view, hidden behind a curtain. There was a girl curled up in the corner afraid. Where she is, is obviously the main area and we're in a private room. There were a sea of bodies inside. Young girls, old men. The nature was obvious. As quickly as I stole a peek, my eyes snapped back to the ground and I followed the pattern of the carpet.
Just who the hell is John?
My tummy rumbles as I thought about the food I haven't had in 3 days. I was midway through punishment for attending a party with Jenn, at which John assumed I had slept with someone else. If I didn't tell him the name of this mystery man I had supposedly slept with, I had to go seven days without food. I was allowed water, but only by his control. Some days I would barely get a drop. Today was one of those days. I barely had the strength to stand on my own feet, so for once, I was thankful for the collar.
I followed behind him into the room. The scent of sweat and a sweet-scented oil drowned my senses. I almost trembled right there when John led me through the sea of bodies and to the other side of the room. There's a circle bar in the middle, multiple stools tucked beneath it, lounges and sofas outlined through the room. In every corner, someone was having sex. I wanted to know why I was here and what this place was.
I raised my head and caught that same young girl curled up in the corner, sweat matting her brown hair to her face. Instantly, she found me. Pain flashed over her doe eyes as her lip trembled. My mouth fell open, willing words to come out for her. Needing them to come out for her. Even if it was just a small reassuring smile.
~You're not alone~
I wanted to say. Her forehead dropped to her knees as she turned her head side to side. She was in a bad way, even I could see. I kept staring at her, hoping she would raise her head and look at me again. And just when I gave up, she did. She lifted her head and our eyes connected. I felt something between us, it was like we were a sisterhood of pain. We understood one another. But she was buckling under the weight of her pain, and I'd learned to live with mine. We were both damned, but she was breaking apart.
I would have gone to her if I could, but the collar around my neck reminded me that when I was with John. I had no autonomy of my own. I was merely a thing, an object to be used and abused to his liking. Just like she was being used right now. I held her gaze and moved my head to the side. A simple gesture, but I hoped she could take some strength from it. I hoped she understood what I was trying to tell her. She was not alone. She could survive this. She would survive it, and one day she would be stronger for it.
The words resonated in my own head, and I tried to remember to listen to my own advice. I would see an end to this one day, because really, how long could it go on for?
"Come forward Faith... Don't be afraid..."
But I was. His words meant nothing to me. Every flick of lighting, rhythm of whatever song that was playing and every breath I took, I feared him and what he was capable of.
Pushing open a door, painted in the darkest black, he gestured inside, dropping the leash.
"Enter... I will be back in a second..."
I did as I was told, falling forward and dropping to my knees in the center of the room. Dark colored dots flashed around the area, my breathing labored.
~~Memory End~~
The lighting here is soft, translucent enough to ease the nerve of anyone that may be anxious. I wonder if they created it this way. To make people feel warm and welcomed. As soon as we enter, John directs us down a long corridor until we're met with a glass door, frosted over the base so we can't see through.
"Is this like The Complex?" I asked absently, studying the door like it's the hardest test in history.
After my first night working with John, I learned what he did and where he did it. It was called The Complex. "No... This is different... You won't need your collar, and you are free to roam..." John explained. There was only one other time I was free to roam. "They're not in my line of business..." John added.
The doors split open and I'm instantly sucked into a dark vortex of sin. Bodies move around the room as soft music plays softly, each beat and note graze down my arm in warning. It feels sexy and dark, not somewhere I particularly want to be a part of with John. People are having sex on couches, others are drinking at the bar, and some are right in the middle of the room in a damp tangle of sweaty limbs, rubbing each other all over.
My thighs clench.
Before I can cement my feet to the ground, John is whipping me into a room with his hand securely at my lower back.
"No one knows who runs this... They never show their face or mingle with their guests..." John whispered in my ear. The collar he uses with me for work is dangling in front of my body, unlatched from his grip. If you didn't know what it was, you would assume it's an accessory. For split second, all I can hear is the deep gasps of my reaching for air. The atmosphere is intense. He continues to direct me through the swarm of people until he reaches another set of doors.
This time, he pushes me forward once they're open and I fall into a dark room on my knees, hitting the carpet with a thud. The doors close behind me. I quickly try to reassess my surroundings. Everything is pitch black. I can't see any fucking thing. Curling my hands into fists, I cuss under my breath. My heartbeat is erratic, my palms pulsing in sweat. The carpet patterns are indenting into my knees, but I know better than to move. I itch to reach behind my leather mask and scratch under my eye but I don't.
That's when I hear shuffling in the corner. My blood turns cold. He leaves me in a dark room in a house I don't know, during a party that is dripping with all things sinister. And now I'm pretty sure someone is in this room with me. I should be surprised, but I'm not. I know better when it comes to John. My fingers tingle as I feel body heat swim around in front of me. If I lean forward, I'm almost certain I'd collide with whoever it is. I feel warm mist of someone's breath falling over my lips and my insides short circuit.
My lips part slowly. I'll just ask who's there. Who John has left me with. Just as I'm about to allow the words to fall from my mouth, I feel that same fog but only this, it's on the back of my neck.
'Oh My Fucking God! How many are in here?' My eyes close and my head tilts to the side, my breathing becoming harder, more desperate.
There have been times where John has shared me and there has been another time where he did more than that but none of all those times felt like this. I don't know if it's because I came in reckless and in a mood to party, or that it just feels different in this house.
The person behind me moves lower, down the nape of my neck as the one in front of me remains right there. The tip of a finger glides down from the front of my throat, slowly grazing against my sternum. I can't breathe. Holding any oxygen I have left inside of me, I attempt to catch up with myself, maybe talk myself down but it's too late. My thighs clench and my belly shakes with a disturbing amount of lust.
Ding... Ding... Ding...
It was a rusted ding, reminding me of an old church waking at midnight. A voice comes through next. Maybe the bell was sounded through a speaker system throughout the house. Damn John for him not telling me more about L'artisaniant.
"Ladies and Gentleman..."
The voice sounds unfamiliar. Every syllable is said through a device to distort it into a tone that sounds way to close to Billy The Puppet.
"Welcome to L'artisaniant... If you're here tonight you already know what we are, but not who we are... When you walked through our doors and gained your stamp, you signed away your right to speech... Leave your donations at the door on your way out, and remember, don't go too far into the house... Each level is categorized by what it is you think you can handle... Each level has it's own cost... The higher you go, the more expensive it becomes... Everyone has their kink, but I can assure you that niveau quatre is not it... With each level, there is one of us walking among you... As you know, no one has ever seen les quatre sangs before, and that is how it will remain..."
He takes a short breath, chuckling.
"And may the odds be ever in your favor..."
'Why did that sound like a challenge?' I thought curiously trying to fight back a smirk.
The bell sounded out again, each one hitting the chords of my soul and vibrating over my skin on it's way out. What level am I on right now?
"Bet she wants to know what level she's on..." The voice behind me said, and I freeze. In the back of my mind, his voice absorbs into a hidden part of my brain. But I don't think much of it.
I know I should probably just be quiet and let them do what they're going to do to me. Asking questions never ends well, at least it never has when I've asked them, but I'm too curious and very nervous.
"Who are you?" There is a second of silence and the air feels pregnant with lust, desire and so many more unnamed emotions that are coursing through me right now.
"You want to know who I am?" He sounds amused, as though asking the question has taken him off guard. I don't take it back, though, I still want to know. I actually believe he'll tell me. "I'm the god of Fucking... Have you heard of me?" I remain silent because, really, there's no way to answer that.
I can feel him behind me, his cock feels huge as it presses into the crack of my ass. He's teasing me, or maybe he's just preparing me. I can feel chills erupt on my skin.
"I exist in all those forbidden moments between the soulless... I appear whenever men and women are fucking where they shouldn't, fucking who they shouldn't... Do you want me?" He asked causing me to shiver slightly. I label the voice Man 1.
"Yes..." I whispered, but in the silence of the room, it feels like a shout. Both men chuckle, and I wonder if they think I'm just saying it because I think it's what they expect to hear. But it's really not. I'm strangely excited, even aroused.
When your sight is taken from you, you'd be surprised by how distorted everything becomes. A blur. Confusing. Do we grasp onto sound or scent? His tone is dark and gravelly. As if he smoke too many cigarettes. But it's also smooth and sensual, like he drowns in expensive whiskey. Whoever is in front of me doesn't answer. My heart beat quickens, sweat dripping down my chest.
"Why were you left in a dark room with 2 hungry wolves?" I hear man 1 say. Lips scrape over the back of my neck. He flicks his tongue over the nape as I sink my teeth into my lower lip, attempting to hide the hungry moan from escaping. "Tell me... Are you ready to be fucked within an inch of your life?" Man 1 asked.
"Trust me... I've had worse..." I said with growl.
"Is that a challenge? Because I can meet a fucking challenge..." The guy in front of me mumbles against my lips. Man 2. My legs tremble with pleasure and they've barely touched me.
I tilt my head to side as the guy who is behind me sinks his teeth into where my neck meets my shoulder. A sharp sting shoots out where his teeth are, but instead of flinching away from the pain, I relish in it. I want to soak it in and drown in it.
John has never been rough with sex, and the people who he passed me off to he told to be the same, bar one. This feels different. It lights a fire inside of my tired soul, stirring the hunger I hide deep in my belly that has always wanted to expose itself.
"Fuck... You taste good..." Man 1 growls over my flesh. I quiver on the spot, chills wreaking havoc over my body. His breath is hot, and I feel it ignite a fire on my skin, not to mention inside me. All I want is for him to bite me again.
I lean back, pushing my ass into him, and he growls low with desire as his hands land on my hips. I want him inside me, but I also want him to keep doing what he's doing.
"Bite me again..." I say a bit breathless.
Man 2 whistles low while man 1 behind me chuckles. His hands are suddenly rough against me, and I feel him moving around me until I feel his breath at my nipples. I'm tingling all over, waiting for the pain. I'm not even scared at the moment, I'm just excited and flushed with desire. He bites down again. This time he bites down on the side of my breast. The pain shoots through me and goes straight to my clit. I groan and writhe in his arm as he pulls away. I can tell that it was good for him too.
"Fuck... What's your name?" Man 1 asked as his hand slips beneath the bottom on my dress, his finger tips grazing my inner thigh.
Moisture pools between my legs as I grind forward. I panting, sweating and building to explode.
"I..." I tried to form words. Man 2 who is in front of me reaches forward and yanks down the front of my dress. Warmth coats the bead of my nipple as his tongue swirls over the nub. "Oh Fuck..." I whispered, my head falling backward onto the guy behind me.
"Touch me..." Man 1 grinds out behind me. "You're fucking demure... You need to change that..." He said. I don't answer, over whelmed with all of my sensitivities coming to life. Reaching backward, my palm hits a rock hard chest. Abs built like bricks jagged over my palm. "Lower..." He growls softly, his mouth opening against my back.
'Jesus Christ... Who is this man?' I scratch my nails down his abdomen, reaching the band of his jeans. Finding the button, I flick it open as the mouth on my nipple sucks harder, his other hand coming to my other breast. Moaning, I press my ass against the man behind me, his thick girth burying between the crack of my ass cheeks.
He grinds against me gently so as not to disrupt the other guy who is still sucking on my nipple furiously. I'm touching both men, trying to figure out who's who and where they both are. Neither one seems at all interested in answering my questions and I'm naive to think they'll answer at all. But at this moment, I don't fucking care. I just want them to keep giving me pleasure and maybe even a little pain.
The moment I think that, a new wave of desire courses through me, and I know that pain is what I'm after. It's a fetish born out of my desire to escape John's soft touches and caring love-making. I want anything that's different to him. These men are certainly different. The man behind me slides his fingers down my body. His fingers dip beneath my panties.
"I'll give you 2 options... Do you want to be fucked or do the fucking?" His voice conjures all of the ghosts and brings them horny and raging to the surface. I think over his words, playing with them inside my head. When it comes down to my needs and what I've liked about this so far, it all come down to one thing.
"I want to feel good... By I need it to hurt..." He doesn't recoil from my words, and the man in front of me unlatches his mouth from around my nipple with a clench a of his teeth.
He hissed. "Oh... So you like pain?" I gulp refusing to let the words leave my mouth. Refusing to admit my confession.
The way my clit pulses at the word is enough to make me feel dirty and corrupt. Not the kind of dirty that you can scrub off in the shower, but the kind that digs its claws into your watered down soul. When I don't answer, the man behind me cups my whole pussy in his hand and pulls me to my feet with him. I continue to be blinded by darkness, music thumping and now my skin slick with sweat. Once we're on our feet, the man in front of me pulls down my dress until it's a pool at my feet.
My stomach shudders nervously, my pussy throbbing. So different from John.
'Does sex like this even exist?' Before the thought can simmer in my mind, the man behind me is picking me up from the ground and spinning me around to face him.
He's greedy, I sense it, which I like. He gives off a dominating vibe. We fall backward until he hits a wall with a thud, his hand still cupping my pussy. I go with my first instinct and run my fingers through his hair. He's got a head full of it, thick and luxurious. I don't think I would have admired it quite so much if my sight hadn't been taken from me. But I savor the feel of his crisp hair between my fingers. It's different this time, since we're facing each other, but again without seeing each other.
He's holding my naked body in his hands, but why do I feel like he can see right through my soul. Moving my fingertip lower, I run it over his sharp jaw, and down to his nipple. I snake my way down his hard muscular body. He feels like he's made of stone. Nothing about him gives the impression of weakness. The man could be dangerous but I don't care. The fact that I could be in danger right now only heightens my lust. I explore his body with my hands, lingering on his thick pecs and defined abdominal muscles. His body is nothing like John's, another fact I relish.
I lean in, my face pressed against his chest. He's still clinging to my pussy, his fingers slightly probing, encouraging me on. I slip my tongue out and trace the circle of his nipple. He doesn't exactly respond, but the fact that he doesn't stop me tells me he wants this. I keep teasing him with the tip of my tongue until I can feel his hand on the back of my neck, pressing me deeper into his chest. I start sucking on his nipple, pulling at it with my tongue first then my teeth.
He groans a little, a low guttural sound that has my pussy clenching around his fingers. "Yeah, you little slut... You like that? You just needed to come out of your shell, huh? Suck me..." So I keep sucking his nipple while he fingers me, our bodies slick and pressed together in the oppressive darkness.
I lose myself in this moment, completely enamored of this place. Anonymity only makes the danger of things that much more heightened. I'm extremely glad to with anyone other than John.
His hands pull at my hair. He's rough, but I like that. The pain makes me feel like I'm alive. I've been walking around like a zombie for so long that I've gotten used to the dead emptiness inside me. It's not until the other man comes up from behind me that we both begin breathing again, as if we forgot where we were.
Bringing my finger back to his mouth, the curves of his soft lips curl up in a grin and my stomach hits the ground. Butterflies fly around in my belly and ignite a wind storm that reaches down to the tips of my toes. That was a creepy smirk. My mouth opens and I lean forward, ready to kiss him. I don't know why I want to kiss him, it's probably way too intimate for what we're about it do.
He hikes me up in a rush lifting me so that my legs need to wrap around his neck. The kind of strength a man needs to lift any girl in this way is enough to – holy fuck. His slick tongue touches my clit and my brain short circuits.
"Oh! God!" My legs tighten around his neck as my fingers dive into the loose strands of his hair, tangling my fingers into his hair.
I've never, not once, had this happen to me. John only took what he wanted and would please himself, he was never interested in oral sex on me. Fire burns through my veins as I sink deeper and deeper into the unknown. His tongue moves with force, slick and wet.
"I'm going to get you good and wet, and we're both gonna fuck you... Ever done anal?" Man 1 asked.
I nod my head before I remember he can't see me. "Yes... Multiple times..." I managed to say.
"Sluts get fucked like sluts... Even been double parked?" Man 1 growled.
It takes me a little longer to understand what he's actually asking me. "No..." I moaned out.
"Mmm... Maybe not quite as dirty as I thought you were..." He sucks on my clit with enough force to have me reaching for my release. "Too bad that's about to change..." His tongue dived into my entrance and my head tilts back. My release drips over my inner thighs and I feel his tongue curl around each bead of liquid, licking up every last drop. He pauses before he reaches my most deadliest of secrets and I freeze momentarily.
He slides me down his thick body and I fall to the floor at his feet, sandwiched between 2 bodies that I can't see. I turn this way and that in the darkness, but I can't see to figure what I'm supposed to do. I can feel them both around me, trapping me between them, but I can't think of what to do next. So, I just wait where I am, waiting on an order, a command or something to tell me what to do. I use one hand to support myself, as the order comes.
"Take off my jeans..." I hear man 2 order.
With my other hand, I reach for man 1, doing the same, pulling his jeans down. Breathing in and out, I reach for both of their cocks and I feel like I'm going to die. Pulling out man 1 at the same time as man 2, I pump the other's thick shaft in the palm on my hand, swelling and throbbing every second. With Man 1, I run the tip of my thumb over his head, swiping the bead of cum that has surfaced and sucking it into my mouth. I realize they can't see what I just did, but I'm pretty good at blow jobs.
"That taste good?" Man 1 asked, his hands on my hand. I freeze, not wanting to be gentle with my hair. It's something John does. Just as the thought enters my mind, he yanks on it roughly, pulling me closer to his cock. The salty residue sticks to the back of my throat. He slaps me hard across my cheek. "I'm going to fuck your mouth harder than you fucked mine..." Leaning down, I flatten out my tongue and press it against his balls, before sliding it up his shaft all the while pumping the guy next to me.
"Slap me again..." I said, my hand diving between my thighs. A fist is in my hair as he whacks my across my cheek again. My pussy clenches, a moan slipping through my lips. Diving my finger inside of myself, I bring it to the man 2's cock and I use my cum as lube to pump his cock.
"Shit..." Man 1 hissed, fucking hisses, and I almost flat line. It was the sexiest sound in the damn world. I want to hear more. Sucking him into my mouth through my soft lips, I take him deeper, until I feel his tip hit my tonsils. His grip tightens as my pumping gains speed on Man 2. I go farther, swallowing him whole before swirling my tongue on the way out.
I grip him around his cock and pump him before going to Man 2. They're both similar size from what I can feel, and that's a whole lot, but I would say Man 1 is heavier, a tinge thicker, angrier. Swallowing him suffocated me. I move between the 2 of them, sucking them both into my mouth. It doesn't take long before Man 1 get agitated and yanks me to my feet by my hair. It was unexpected and hot, sending need and want pooling between my legs. He could get rougher, I can feel it. He's holding back.
"Touch your toes..." I heard man 1 demand.
I stand to my feet, sensing both men towering over me. "Make me..." I hissed.
Man 1's hands clench around my cheeks roughly shoving my face to his. The dude has issues, clearly, and it just happens that I want to work them out. "You probably shouldn't push limits with a man who doesn't have any..." My heart races, my thighs clench at Man 1's words.
"Neither. Do. I..." I said through grit teeth.
He shoves me forward until I crash into the wall, smacking my face against it. His hand is at the back of my neck, squeezing so tight I need to curl backward before a muscle pops out. He runs his other hand down the curve of my spine before cupping my pussy from behind.
"I'm going to fuck you while I think of someone else..." Man 1 growls in my ear.
"Funny..." I run my tongue over my swollen lip, wincing slightly when I feel the fresh cut and tang of metal touch the tip of my tongue. "Same..." I purred.
Directing my head forward, he bends me over until I'm touching the straps of my heels. I wait a couple of seconds before I feel a tongue tracing up my inner thigh from the back. He pulls me backward farther until Man 2 is front of my, his fingers twisting in my hair as he tears out what's left of my ties and pulls me into his crotch. He grips his cock with on hand and before I can see, he slaps me across the cheek with a heavy slap. My thighs clench, sticking together from my dampness.
"That got you all wet, huh?" Man 1 said from behind me, his finger sinking between my folds. "You might last the night after all..." Man 1 chuckles.
Sucking man 2 into my mouth, Man 1 extracts his finger and I (im)patiently for him to suck on my clit again. Warmth flicked over my anal entrance and I freeze my movements. Unsure how I feel about him tonguing my asshole.
"Do I need to beat you into submission?" Man 1 asked, continuing with the same tormenting flick of his tongue. His fingers dig into my hips as his tongue finally dives into my ass. The sensation is not something I'm sure I like, or hate, and I don't know why he's doing it and why he doesn't just fuck me there. He must have stood to his feet because a loud slaps vibrates over my ass cheek, stinging me instantly.
It feels good, so fucking good, but I need more. More pain. "You want me to fuck you?" Man 1 asked and I cry out when he slaps me again, in the same place. "Answer me!" He growls.
"Yes!" Another slap.
"And you want my friend here to take you too?" Another slap, this time I could swear I feel my skin split open.
"Yes!" I scream, sweat trickling down my temple.
"Good... Because there's no safe word in here..." Man 1 said, with another slap, but this time over my pussy. I throb instantly, releasing drips of cum down my thigh. He rubs me over my cleft, massaging softly as I feel the tip of his cock push against my entrance.
In the midst of the chaos, he obviously put on a condom. Gripping my hips he thrusts into me instantly, tearing me wide open to accommodate his girth.
"So fucking tight..." Man 1 pulls out, running his damp cock all over my pussy and the crack of my ass, before diving back in and pumping me in rhythm.
Unable to offer myself the release I ache to feel, I pull Man 2 in closer, swallowing him whole while Man 1 hammers me from behind. Deep, hard thrusts with enough force to hit the edge of my cervix. He pulls out again and I suck the tip off of Man 2. The sound of him spitting is the only things I hear before saliva slips down the crack of my ass with his finger following its trail. The tip of his cock pushes against the entrance of my ass and I tense slightly afraid of the sheer size of him and the teeny gap of my hole.
He slaps me hard across the ass with one hand and bundles up my hair with his other. "Relax..." Man 1 growls. When I don't, he tugs on my hair and my throat stretches backward, making it hard to swallow the cum that's dripping down my throat. "Fucking relax..." My muscles release around his size as he inches further and further inside of me.
I've done anal. A lot.
John loves anal almost as much as he loves sex, and I don't mean just with his cock, so taking it isn't a problem, usually, but this man is huge. I don't even know his name.
Once he's buried deep in my ass, he pulls out, lifts me around the waist and turns me around to face him again. The way he handles me is alarming, as if I weigh almost nothing. Sucking my nipple into his mouth, he enters me as Man 2 presses the tip of his now condom-clad cock against the entry of my ass. I suck in a deep breath as they both sink inside of me.
"Oh! Fuck..." A yelp escapes my mouth when they're both entering and my arms fly around Man 1 as my teeth sink into the side of his neck.
Metallic liquid touches my tongue as I swallow his guttural hisses. He pumps in and out a couple times all the while Man 2 behind me grunts, slowly sinking into my asshole. They both thrash into me relentlessly, my eyes roll into the back of my head in pleasure. Confusion.
In the freedom of this fuck, I find my lips come loose. I scream and yell and gasp and moan. I let myself go. I'm so completely uninhibited that I know it's turning both of them on.
"Yes! Fuck! Oh Fuck!" Half the time, I barely know what I'm saying, but both men grunt with pleasure and grab my breasts and slap my ass and it's like they're encouraging me to keep going. So I do.
My legs shake as they continue. It's not until I'm screaming through my release that he falls backwards, landing on the sofa. Now I'm riding Man 1 with Man 2 behind me. Man 1's hands squeeze around my thighs as he slams me deeper over his cock. He grips me from my cheeks and brings me face lower than his.
"Open..." He demands.
I do.
Saliva slides inside my mouth as Man 2 behind me fucks me harder. I clench around them, my body preparing to fall beneath their hands again. Yet again, I don't know if I'd be able to handle yet another orgasm, but I chase it anyway.
"Slap Me..." I whispered, rolling my body over him. He slaps me across the face before grabbing my tit and pulling me into his mouth. He bites down on my nipple and I lose it.
The pain is sharp, and it feels like it's coming from inside me. As though he's just chipped away a piece of my broken soul. It feels almost cathartic. This is the therapy I've needed all along. I grab his and pull his mouth to my breasts again. He buries his face between my breasts as his hands go to my ass, even as Man 2 is still buried deep inside it. The sensations zipping through me are like nothing I've ever experienced before.
One man in my pussy, his tongue around my nipple, his hands gripping my ass, while the second man pounds into my ass. Pain and pleasure feel like they're fused together now. I've cum so many times already, it's ridiculous, but I want more. I don't know when I'll be back here again, if John will even bring me back, and I know I have to make the most of it. I scream with pleasure as both men fuck me hard, send sharp shooting pains from my clit straight to my head.
Man 2 pulls out of my ass and after a few seconds, his hot cum is squirting over my back as Man 1 beneath me grunts and groans through his release, with my nipple still between his teeth. I've been flipped, slapped, pulled, and fucked until my legs shook, bruises welt my skin, I'm sure, that blood stains are smeared over my body.
We all fall in silence, so I curl up on the ground, attempting to catch my breath. I'm met with silence as they both gather up their things and the door opens and closes and I'm alone again.
Alone.
Left with nothing but the sweet memories of what just happened.
'That just happened...' I smirk to myself, tongue running over my bottom lip. I can still taste them both on my skin, smell the scent of sex in the air. They've left me with the hunger that can't be satiated. I want them back.
Doing the best that I can with no sight, I gather up my dress and squeeze it onto my body just as the door flies back open and a light turns on. I smile finally about to see who these 2 men are but when I turn to face them, it's John. My heart crashes to the floor.
"Oh... Hi..." I managed to say.
"Have a good time tonight, Faith?" John asked.
My throat is dry, my mouth parched, so I run my tongue over my lips. "I..." I attempted to speak.
"Faith..." He said, he eyes flashing with coldness that drips down my spine and lands at my lower back. "I told you that you were free to roam tonight..." He releases the tie around his neck, tossing it to the ground.
It's the first time I get a good look at the room and the current state of my dress. There are tears at the ends, my hair is a knotted nest around my shoulders, and my hands have blood on them. I wince when I touch the inside of my thigh. I feel like a kid in a candy store, finding sex for the first time. I've never known it to be this way.
Pleasurable. Enjoyable.
John's eyes roam up and down my body. The thought of him being on top of me so soon after having sex with 2 strangers constricts my throat and I have to force myself not to dry retch.
'Don't fucking touch me...' I growled internally.
"This room is one of the L'artisaniant 4..." John takes a seat on a single sofa with high backs that reach up to the ceiling while the sides curve around his body. I don't know what he's doing or playing at, but John didn't get his name for nothing. "This is ran by 4 men, some say they're 4 of the most powerful men in America, and others say that they're mere thugs that simply had more brains than money who created this multi-billion dollar secret society that holds the world's most elite secrets..." John continued to speak.
"Sex? Hardly secretive..." I whispered, flexing my fingers. I know that I shouldn't answer back but something over the couple of hours has given me confidence, even if it does only exist inside of my head.
He holds my stare, resting his ankle on his knee. "Not just that..." He said.
Finally, I yanked the zipper up, covering my body. "Is there a reason why you wanted me in here? To come with you?" I asked, and the way his mouth twitches is enough to confirm it.
"Maybe..." He stands to his feet, dusting off his immaculate suit pants and putting his hand out to me. "I will take back to your dorm..." I falter in my step. College. My classes.
Everything that I should be doing instead of being fucked 7 way to Sunday at some high-end sex club. I take his hand as he leads me out, pushing open the doors.
This time when we move through the main room, the energy is dying out, some asleep in various areas of the room. I must have been in the room for a couple hours, at least. Turning my head over my shoulder, the words Niveau Un are written in the same cursive font as L'artisaniant, only illuminated in a gentle shade of blue.
'Level 1? That's what level damn 1 entails?' I found myself wondering.
To be fair, I enjoyed it, and I desperately try to squash the question from spilling from my lips. "How often do they hold these... Events?" It comes out anyway.
John leads us back out the front door until we're on the wooden porch as he hands a valet our ticket. "Once a month..." He answers.
"And why do they do it?" I find myself asking, but not really wanting the answer. He doesn't answer anyway, and when the Maserati is back in front of me, I slide into the passenger seat with an eerie feeling that someone or someones were watching me as I do. We don't remove our masks until we're down the road.