Page 27 of Dominant

Jordan

Alexander grabbed my arm tightly and hauled me up off the couch, pulling me along beside him as he strode out of the room with long steps, and I struggled to keep up. His fingers dug through the thin dress and into my skin.

He didn’t say a word as he pulled me up a flight of stairs and down the hallway to a large, open room with different pieces of BDSM equipment in each corner. I’d never seen anything like it before.

In one corner, a naked woman was tied to a giant wooden X, metal clamps pinched to her nipples, while a naked man in a black cloak black held a large, powerful vibrator against her vagina. She was quivering and crying, one long incoherent moan, as he moved it gently back and forth against her. A small crowd of men had gathered to watch. She huffed and puffed and then shook as, with a high-pitched cry, she reached her climax. The spectators seemed to release their breath in unison as her body trembled on the cross.

Alexander yanked me violently towards a wooden structure, similar to a table, and pushed hard against my back, forcing me to bend over it. He cuffed one wrist to a table leg without a word.

“No!” I cried. “No, please. Alexander!”

Raising his hand swiftly, he slapped me hard against the face, knocking the breath out of me. It was the second time a man had slapped me that night, and my cheek stung where he had hit it.

He grabbed my hair roughly, and pulled my head back, hissing into my ear. “Do not call me by my name here. Do you have any idea what kind of trouble you’re in? What kind of trouble we’re both in now, thanks to you?”

I struggled to draw in air. He was pulling my hair too tight. He was scaring me. I couldn’t breathe.

He dropped my hair and grabbed my other hand, cuffing it to the other leg. I started to cry.

“Please,” I said shakily. “Please.”

I didn’t know what the fat man was going to do to me, and I was frightened. Alexander was a real person. My boss. Why wasn’t he stopping this? He should be walking me to my car right now, I thought to myself, and apologizing.

Alexander crouched down in front of me so that his face was close to mine and spoke in a quiet, urgent tone.

“You don’t know what you’ve done, Jordan. How much trouble you’re in. You have no idea what this place is, who these people are. I’m trying to protect you as best I can.” A sob escaped my lips. “Listen to me,” he continued. “All of the members here are extremely powerful men with a lot to lose. An uninitiated sub who publicly unmasked one of them is a grave offense. They’re not going to let you leave. Do you understand? There is no scenario where you simply walk out of here.”

I swallowed, trying to regain control of myself, and scanned his eyes desperately through the frightening anonymity of his mask. I needed to see him looking at me.

His blue eyes looked back at me with empathy and reassurance.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” he whispered softly, and stood up, walking around me and lifting my dress up over my waist, exposing me. I felt leather straps tighten around each of my thighs.

Steps approached. Looking up, I saw that the woman had been untied from the wooden X and taken down. She was being walked out of the room by the man in the cloak, and the crowd that had been watching her were turning their heads towards us. Alexander took a seat in front of me, leaning an elbow on the table and resting his chin against his hand, watching impassively as the group of people gathered around to watch.

I heard the fat man’s voice directly behind me.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he said cruelly. “I’m going to give you a beating you’ll never forget.”

One meaty hand slapped down against my bare ass cheek and I cried out in surprise. He chuckled and squeezed hard, as if to hold me in place, and I heard a swoosh as something cut through the air and sliced sharply into my flesh. I yelped.

In front of me, Alexander didn’t react. His blue eyes were still there, meeting mine, but they looked cold and remote; his full lips were tight with disapproval.

The air whistled again as sharp pain once more burst on the surface of my skin. I shook as another sob escaped.

Again and again, Sir Vicious rained bruising blows down on my tender skin with unrestrained fury, his strikes now landing on red, inflamed welts where the skin had already been struck. The crowd watched me, their murmuring voices incoherent. I only had eyes for Alexander, who watched me back without emotion, his expression unreadable.

One particularly sore spot was forming where the right-handed Sir Vicious was landing most of his blows, and as yet another searing smack landed on it, I screamed. Something hard and stuck and frozen loosened within me. I had the sense of something shattering, as if I had glass inside, that was now in pieces. The pain was breaking me open, sensation running all over my entire body. I felt urgent, vivid, alive. Nothing else mattered but the searing reality of the pain.

A little smile curled the corners of Alexander’s lips, and he got up and bent down beside me, whispering in my ear. “You like that, don’t you? Is this what you wanted all along, you little brat?”

I moaned. I didn’t know myself anymore. I felt so raw, open, and vulnerable. So immediate and in the moment. I felt the tasteless drop I’d ingested from Maggie’s dropper working wonders through me, turning the hot, burning flesh on my ass into the warm, pulsing heat of passion. My pussy was swollen, my need aching, and I didn’t care who was behind me anymore. I wanted to be filled up; I wanted to be taken - by anyone, but mostly Alexander.

“Please,” I whispered to him. “I need… something. I need you. I want you to fuck me.”

“I’ll never fuck you,” he spat out angrily, sounding disgusted.

I wept. I couldn’t hide anything, I was too far on the other side. Tears streamed freely down my face, and I let them. I felt everything vividly. Everything was on the surface.

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