Page 21 of The Lady
They only saw the Tramp with his Lady.
Knowing they did not seehermade her feel strange, but there was safety in such anonymity. Henry might have been telling the truth about being able to protect her if, for no other reason, not one man present looked at her and thought she might be a debutante of Society.
When Butch came to tell them, no one even seemed to know she was missing, she felt another wave of relief.
Even wearing nothing but a man’s shirt, with a plug in her bottom, and having started her day with a spanking, she preferred being here than at Lady Felton’s. She was uncomfortable, exposed, and embarrassed but... safe. It made no sense. Not much did anymore.
When she began to sway on her feet, Henry directed her to the chaise on the side of the balcony. It was low enough she could no longer be seen. Delilah curled up on her side. Despite all the noise, the voices began to blur together, and she started to doze as the long night went on and on.
* * *
The Tramp
Normally,Henry enjoyed standing on the balcony, surveying his kingdom. The hum and buzz of excitement, even the sorrow and frustration of the losers, rose to lift him up higher, feeding off of the energy his patrons created. Tonight, time seemed slower than molasses. His gaze continually slipped over to the curled-up form on the chaise. Her legs were tucked under the hem of his shirt, her tail hanging out, and she was clearly asleep, although her eyes would open from time to time, focus on him, then slowly close again. As if she was seeking him out, finding comfort seeing him.
A strange emotion welled inside of him, one which he was not familiar with, but it was accompanied by an all-too-familiar desire. The need to sink inside her, to claim her, to ravage her was growing with every passing second, but there were still several hours before the hell would close down. He could retire to his room, but after spending last night away from his post, he was reluctant to leave the room without his presence for a second night. Maybe it would make no difference, but maybe it would. Henry had always been a bit rigid about controlling every aspect of the club; that he had even spent one night away by choice was shocking enough. His constitution would not allow for a second.
But his growing desire would not give him a moment’s peace either.
Looking at his little pet again, Henry cocked his head. He did not want to overwhelm her sensibilities too quickly, but... from the chaise, she was not visible to the floor.
“Butch. Frank. Go circulate on the floor.” He barked out the order, not even looking to see if they complied before taking two long strides to the chaise. Delilah barely stirred when the curtains rustled, announcing Butch and Frank’s quiet departure.
Sitting down on the edge of the chaise, Henry put his hand on her leg, fingers curving around to the soft skin on the back of her thigh. She sighed in her slumber, shifting slightly, and Henry’s hand glided upward, watching her face while his fingers caressed their way up to the curve of her arse. The fur of her tail tickled the back of his hand, hardening his cock even further, knowing she was wearing it for him. Readying herself for him. Her lips parted when his hand reached the base of the plug, the hard rubber tucked firmly into her bottom. Gripping the tail, he twisted it, and she moaned, her eyes flying open at the sensation.
“Wha…?! Oh!” Gasping, her body quivered, uncurling as he tugged and twisted the tail, stimulating her sensitive nerves. His cock was rock hard, pressing against his trousers, and with his free hand, he reached into his pocket to fetch the little vial of oil he’d been carrying all day.
He’d told himself it was for the plug, but perhaps in the back of his mind, he’d known he would not be able to wait until the evening was over to finish his conquest of her body.
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The Lady
The strange sensationof something movingtherewas what fully woke her.
The expression on Henry’s face as he watched her made her whimper, but she was helpless to resist whatever he wanted to do to her. The sounds of so many other people in the room kept her quiet, and she prayed no one looked up, although she did not think they would be able to see anything. Sneaking a peek, to her relief, she could see his two men were gone from the balcony.
“On all fours, pet,” he said. Releasing the tail, he took hold of her hips to arrange her to his liking. On all fours, just as he’d said, with her face only inches away from the upright rest on the chaise and her bottom facing him. The shirt she was wearing was pushed up above her hips, leaving her bare from the waist down. The tail was gently withdrawn, and she sighed with relief as it left her. She felt strangely empty without it, having become accustomed to the feeling of fullness, which was a disconcerting revelation. She did not want it to feel more natural than being without.
“Good girl, now hold still.” Henry’s voice was low, loud enough for her to hear, but certainly not loud enough for anyone not on the balcony to even know he had spoken.
She tensed as something prodded her bottom hole. It was not the tail, of that she was sure. This was softer, hotter, albeit just as slick as the tail had been. She groaned as it pushed into her newly stretched entrance, panting as the tight ring of muscle was stretched much wider than it had been before. At least, it felt much wider. She was fairly certain he was replacing her tail with his cock, which had not looked all that much thicker than the widest part of the tail plug, but it certainly felt as though it was.
Hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, and he thrust forward.
Unlike the tail, his cock did not have a convenient indent for her body to settle into, which meant she remained stretched uncomfortably wide as his long shaft sank into her. She moaned, shuddering at the hot invasion, which was even more frighteningly intimate than anything else he had done to her. It was a base, depraved act, mortifying to even contemplate, and her inability to turn him away, to deny him even this most secret part of her body, made her feel completely subjugated.
It hurt as he delved deeper, a throbbing ache that coiled in her belly, her tired muscles clenching in an attempt to force his cock back out of her, which only increased his pleasure if his groans were anything to go by. Delilah leaned forward, trying to get away, pressing her face against the chaise and crying out as his groin came to rest against the curves of her cheeks. As before, the discomfort did nothing to quell her own increasing need, the empty ache inside of her pussy, or the tingling itch growing at the apex of her thighs.
His body pressed more fully against hers, and his hand slipped from her hip to her mound, fingers sliding through the curls until he found the swollen nub of her clit. She cried out, bucking beneath him, then shuddered as his cock managed to wedge even deeper inside of her forbidden channel. Fingers swirled, rubbing her cream over the little nubbin, stoking the fires of her need as he began to rock back and forth, riding her with short, hard strokes that burned in more ways than one. The stinging pain swirled with her pleasure, a hot mix of exquisite chaos that rocked her senses and sent her reeling.
“Oh, no...” She murmured the words into the chaise, feeling the swell of ecstasy rising inside of her. She could not possibly enjoy this... thisperversionto such an extent. Could not possibly find her climax while he took her in such a wicked manner.
Her body did not care what her mind was telling her as his fingers stroked and caressed in just the right manner. His cock slid back and forth in her tight channel, the friction becoming more intense as her body automatically pushed back against his thrusts, her muscles clenching and squeezing his marauding cock.
The ecstasy rose up and over her, submerging her in hot bliss, her pleasure nub buzzing and humming under the expert manipulation of his fingers. She cried out, digging her fingers into the fabric of the chaise, pressing her face into it so no one below would be able to hear her rapture.
Her humiliation.
