Page 5 of Claim Me
He cupped my chin with his other hand, nodding as if I’d pleased him. “I will mark you as mine for all the world to see. Would you like that?”
“Please. Yes, please, sir.”
After taking a deep breath, he jammed his fingers into my wetness, pumping with wild ferocity, but I knew he wouldn’t allow me to climax. Not yet.
Not until I’d been punished.
When he pulled his hand free, I gasped, ready to beg him to continue, but his stern look reminded me I was to remain quiet. As he backed away, heading toward the side of the stage, I moved toward the piano. I’d rehearsed the moment a half dozen times, I knew what to expect.
As he pressed a button, the rumble of the mechanism vibrated throughout my body. I fisted my hands, standing straight as the velvet curtain began to raise.
The applause was thunderous, the crowd on their feet. A shimmer of light pulsed down from above as if heaven was smiling. I basked in the moment of glory until he approached, pointing toward the piano.
Without hesitation, I took my place, spreading my legs wide open and bending over. Being completely naked in front of the huge crowd was freeing, a reminder I was his dirty little girl.
He moved behind me, brushing the tips of his fingers down my spine, the oohs and ahhs from the audience still a complete rush. As he rolled his index finger down the crack of my ass, he allowed me to hear his deep, rumbling growls.
“Such a pretty pink pussy. Everyone knows how wet you are for me. For your master. You’re all mine. Arch that pretty back of yours so everyone can see those sweet pussy lips.”
As he backed away, I shuddered from anticipation, obeying instantly. The shouts of admiration echoed in my ears.
As he backed into the shadows, I struggled to see what he was doing even though I knew. The hard crack of the thick leather strap seconds later was affirmation.
I was breathless.
I was excited.
“My beautiful virtuoso deserves harsh punishment. Twenty strikes,” he stated to the crowd. Chants of twenty-five and even higher floated throughout the auditorium.
As he approached once again, I pressed my palms against the smooth ebony.
The moment he issued the first crack of the strap, I rose onto my toes, exalted from the brutal sensations. The crowd roared in appreciation. Two more strikes smacked against my bottom. Both the heat and agony were powerful.
Three more and I was floating, my pussy throbbing as juice trickled down my inner thighs.
“So wet for me,” he stated so the audience could hear. He drove his fingers inside, pumping several times. When he pulled them free, he shoved them into my mouth. “Remember, you are all mine.”
I shuddered from the quiet suppression of electricity.
“Suck my fingers, little girl. Soon, you’ll have your lips wrapped around my cock.”
Another wave of excitement hit me.
Another moment of sheer joy.
Tonight was about letting go, embracing the sweet abyss of darkness that only he could provide.
My lover.
My master.
My owner.
Oh, my God.
I jerked upright in bed, taking several deep breaths while instantly pressing my fingers against my lips to keep from crying out. My eyes darted around the darkened room catching shadows lurking in the corners. A moment of fear rushed through me until my throat convulsed, making breathing impossible.
“Mine,” he whispered.
