Page 38 of Shades of Red

“That’s right, sweetness,” Madame M says with a pat on the pretty girl’s ass. “If she says ‘meringue,’ you stop immediately and make sure she is okay. Understand?”

“Yes, Madame M,” I respond, the formal address feeling strange on my tongue.

“None of that, boy. You and I are equals. You may call meM.”

“Yes, M,” I revise, my mind trying to wrap around the unusual hierarchy.

“Good. Now, set loose that monster inside you that clamors for blood. It’s time therealyou came out to play.”

I roll my shoulders, the gesture pulling the fabric of my shirt tight against the muscles of my arms. Too tight. I need to breathe. I tuck the whip into my back pocket and reach for the buttons on my shirt. With deft fingers, I unbutton each one and slide my shirt onto the floor. I hear a few gasps from around me, several people pulling closer, drawn in by what the novice sadist might do. But I don’t pay them any attention. I stretch out my arms again, the strobe lights casting colorful shadows on my tattooed skin.

I feel comfortable. I feel likeme. And it’s high time my monster and I learned how to play together.

Without any hesitation, I pull the small whip from my back pocket, draw back my arm, and fling the leather against Collette’s back. She flinches with the suddenness of it, but I’ve barely left a mark on her. Frowning, I swing again, a little firmer this time. A thin streak of pink blossoms on her shoulder. I stare at it with disappointment. I hate pink.

“Why are you holding back? You need to hit her harder,” M instructs from behind me.

Huffing, I swing hard, the whip making contact with Collette’s skin with a loudcrack.My cock stirs in my jeans at the sound of her soft whimper. That lash hurt her, and I want to do it a hundred timesmore just to hear that sweet sound of pain leave her lips. I hit her again just as hard, the short length of the whip wrapping around her side and licking her belly. Collette shrieks again, and I have to adjust the uncomfortable hardness of my dick as it presses against my zipper.

“Shall I help you with that?”

I look over my shoulder to see Madame M staring pointedly at my noticeable erection. “I thought you said you had no interest in getting me off?” I ask, my voice hoarse and gravelly with pent up need.

“Oh, I don’tkneelfor anyone. But that pretty little thing I mentioned earlier would beg for the honor of taking your cock down his throat. And I’d certainly appreciate the sight of you fucking his slutty mouth while you whip sweet little Collette until she screams.” M walks around the side of me and stretches out on a lounge so she has a good view of my cock and my whip. “What do you say, boy?”

I hesitate for the briefest of moments; honestly, my pause is so short that I surprise even myself. “Yes,” I almost growl. I haven’t come in weeks, and theneedis driving me so feral that I’d do anything to get off right now. “Bring him.” I whip Collette again, trembling with the need to satisfy more than just my bloodlust.

“Beau,” M shouts with a snap of her fingers. “Here.”

I turn again to see a pretty boy with olive skin and green eyes crawling on his hands and knees toward the lounge.

“Oui, Madame M,” the boy says, resting on his knees in front of the dominant woman.

He’s nearly naked, wearing an open vest of forest green leather and a very short pair of matching leather shorts that show off the firmness of his ass. I’ve never considered fucking a man before—with the way I was raised, it was never even an option—but Beau is certainly a treat as sweet as any of the women I’ve been with. It makes me wonder what it would feel like to be inside him. Would he scream when I force him to take all of me? Would he enjoy the pain as much as I’d enjoy givingit?

Lost to my fantasies, I miss the exchange between Beau and M and look down to see the beautiful boy is on his knees in front of me, presumably on her order.

“How may I serve you, master?” he asks in a soft tenor voice, his English just as perfect as Colette’s. Unlike her, he’s looking straight at me, the mossy green of his eyes warm and trusting.

I don’t know what I expected to happen when I walked through that door tonight, but sticking my cock down another guy’s throat definitely wasn’t it. Although, I suppose a mouth is just a mouth, even if Beau’s got a dick between his legs. “Take out my cock,” I command.

Collette turns her head a little to try to see who has joined us. I whip her hard, disappointed by her lack of focus when she’s meant to be serving me. “Eyes forward, Collette,” I chastise.

“Sorry, master,” she answers, the words strained.

As Beau handles my cock, I stare at Collette’s back in awe. The pink stripes have turned red, and she looks a bit like a candy cane with the lashes wrapping around her white skin. It’s a beautiful sight, and I only want more. I moan when my cock finally springs free from the confines of my jeans, my hard length nearly poking Beau in the eye. With the whip still in one hand, I grab my thick, veiny shaft in my other hand and direct it toward his full lips. “Open up.”

He obeys immediately, sticking out his tongue so that he can taste me as I force myself into his mouth. I fist his hair and pull his head down until I’ve fully sheathed myself inside him, the tip of my cock stabbing into the back of his throat. I hear him gag, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Good boy,” I praise with a smile, my hand still twisted in his hair. “Now, suck me hard.” I groan loudly when he does exactly what I ask, sucking me deep and hard before pulling back and flicking his tongue over my slit. And then he swallows me down again. My eyes flutter shut for a moment as I guide his head up and down while he works onmy swollen shaft.

I’ve never gotten head from a guy, but if Beau’s skilled mouth is any indication, I’ve been missing the fuck out.

I gain enough equilibrium to throw the whip at Collette’s back again. The whip is short, so it doesn’t require too much precision to hit her while getting my cock sucked. She screams at the sudden pain after a long reprieve, the leather falling on relaxed skin and muscle. The sweet sound of her cries makes my cock thicken even more in Beau’s both, and I feel him smile in approval around my shaft. Collette’s agony is the other half of what I need for complete satisfaction. Beau gives the pleasure, and I give the pain.

“Harder, boy. She needs more,” Madame M calls from her reclined position on the lounge as she watches our little performance. I see her hand slip between her thick thighs as she strokes herself. Her panties are discarded on the couch, and I notice her arousal dripping down onto the pink velvet beneath her. When her fingers slide into her cunt, she moans, the sound thick and rich like ganache.

Jesus Christ, I don’t know much longer I can withstand so much sexual stimulation without coming. I take a deep breath and whip Collette again. The boy on his knees reaches up and cradles my heavy balls in his warm hand, squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure to make me want to explode. I groan, forcing his head down until his forehead is against my abdomen.

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