Page 33 of Vicious King

He marched me to the other side of the room and affixed my hands to black cuffs that dangled from the ceiling. Several people started watching us with interest. I let out a moan of protest as Elias pushed my dress up.

“I thought you loved this,” Elias muttered in my ear from behind me. “That night on the altar… you came alive with an audience, didn’t you, Doll?”

He was right. Even though it felt like just the two of us out in those woods, I was still aware that we had people watching us. It was so wrong, so bad, but the thought sent wetness flooding to my core. My eyelids felt heavy, sleepy with longing.

“Is this my punishment, Master?” I asked, turning my head over my shoulder. “For trying to run away that day on the island?”

He’d told me to stop calling him that, because it didn’t feel right, but in this moment, it did. Tonight, he was still my Master and I was still his Doll.

“That was a long time ago. You think you deserve to be punished for that?” he said in a low voice, sliding a hand between my legs, stroking my pussy.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said breathlessly. I knew it was what he wanted to hear. It was just an added bonus that I liked his idea of punishment.

“Good.” Elias kept stroking between my legs, slipping one finger inside me. “Keep your eyes open. Look at everyone who wants to see you.”

I stared at the men watching us, eyes glazed with lust. I could see that some of them were hard. Elias pulled away from me, and I struggled in the cuffs, trying to move my body back toward him. He chuckled and stepped around to my front before kneeling. I squirmed as he spread my lips open and licked between my legs, and when he fixed his mouth on my clit, I let out a cry of bliss.

He kept me in place with his hands pressed firmly on my quivering thighs as his tongue traced delicate circles over me, sucking and nibbling every so often, making me squeal. He brought me close to the edge, and then he stood up, watching my eyes widen with protest.

“Please,” I begged. My whole body tingled with pure excitement. I needed to come.

Elias moved back behind me. I felt his erection pressing up against me. “You’re mine,” he grunted behind me. “I’m not sharing you with anyone.”

“Yes, Master,” I said breathlessly. I was all his. His to torment, to pleasure, to worship.

Then he was inside me in one savage thrust, and I cried out, my arousal rising to a fever pitch. I lost control of my own mouth, streams of words flowing out involuntarily as I begged him to keep going, begged him to make me come again and again. I didn’t care about the audience watching us; I was no longer capable of feeling that kind of shame. In fact, I liked knowing they were watching us, wishing they could be us. Wishing they could join us.

We didn’t need drugs to get to this place, like so many of the other men and women here. No matter how we started off, there’d always been a magnetic attraction between Elias and me. There was no need to pretend. No need to use anything to heighten our lust and desire. Every time he touched me, my knees turned weak and I melted like candlewax into a hot puddle of pure need.

I kept my eyes open as Elias had commanded me. The party was turning darker, wilder. Almost everyone was naked now, and women were moaning and yelping as men bent them over and fucked them, using a variety of toys, whips and paddles on them. Across the room, a couple was sharing one of the wide sex swings, the woman shrieking with pleasure every time the man’s cock filled her.

My desire to come was almost unbearable now. At the same time, I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. Elias felt so good inside me, so thick and hot. So intense.

“Please,” I finally choked out, my voice thick with lust and emotion. “Let me come.”

“You think you deserve to?” Elias asked, slamming into me again with a brutal, punishing thrust.

“Oh!” I yelped and jerked forward. “No… I don’t deserve it….”

“You’re right. You’re a bad girl. But I’m going to let you come anyway. I like being a generous master sometimes,” he muttered, hot breath skating over my left ear. “Don’t I?”

“Yes,” I said breathily. “You’re the best. I’m so lucky to be yours.”

“Come, Doll. Come on me right now.”

My breaths came faster and faster until my body tensed. I almost sobbed as the pleasure ripped through me. “Yes!” I cried out as my body shook with release. “Thank you, Master!”

The convulsing muscles inside me sent Elias over the edge, and he let out a groan and slammed inside me one last time as he juddered through his orgasm.

When he let me down from the cuffs, three men approached, muttering something at him. He shook his head and they walked away, looking irritated.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. I could feel his cum leaking down my leg, sticky and hot.

“They wanted me to give you to them next,” he said. “But like I said earlier: I don’t share. Not when it comes to you.”

“Thank you,” I said softly. I was so lucky compared to so many of the other girls here. Nearly all of them were getting shared around the room by their masters, some of them taking two or three cocks at the same time.

We went and sat down by the glittering indoor pool, watching the action continue to unfold around us. Now that I’d reached a climax, I was getting sleepy, and I couldn’t stop my mouth from dropping open with multiple yawns. Elias finally reached for my hand and pulled me up. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

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