Page 15 of For Love & Torture
Chapter 8
Grant
Isabel and I throw in a little of everything as if it is a BDSM buffet. A little paddling, a little flogging, and a little dildo action. Nipple clamps are used, demonstrating that technique as well. All in all, we are not only giving our new members a great show, but offering a lot of inspiration to get their creativity flowing.
The final part of our scene is at hand. The part where I get my release. Isabel has already had five orgasms. It’s important to show that the Dom must get his release as well. All give and no take becomes boring.
Placing her head and hands in the stockade, she’s in a standing position but leaning over, giving me access to her backside. The corset she wears exposes her ass cheeks. They’re red from the paddle I used last. I give her one good whack with my hand, but she can’t cry out. I’ve put a ball-gag in her mouth, and I’ve blindfolded her as well.
She asked for the blindfold, not wanting to see the audience watch her get fucked. I understand, and even like the way she reacts more when she’s deprived of sight.
I stand behind her, shielding the audience from seeing everything. There has to be an air of wonder. Am I really fucking her or merely faking it?
But I am about to do it. I used the dildo, my mouth, and even a feather to make her climax before. Now I’m going to use my cock. As I enter her, she moans delightfully. She likes my cock inside of her. Isabel likes that more than she likes getting off any other way.
I smack her ass again to remind her that she’s to be quiet. As much as I like to hear that sexy moan of hers, it stirs feelings in me I don’t want to explore.
Feelings of wanting more with her. A thing I’m not about to get into.
Moving into her with a slow thrust, I look down, watching my cock vanish into her pristine folds. My body surges with satisfaction. I run my hands in circles over her ass as I move back and forth.
Her ass is cherry red from the paddle. I pop it every so often to keep it stinging. She likes it that way. Her ass on fire as her cunt is fucked.
The music is loud, and the beat is hard. I begin to move with the beat, in and out, in and out. Holding her by the waist, I close my eyes and fuck her hard.
Some of the men shout encouragement. “Fuck her! Take her like you own her!”
Do I own Isabel?
I don’t claim to. But I do wonder if I would be bothered if another man took her. Suddenly, I feel an urgency to show all the men in the audience that this woman will never be satisfied by any of their cocks.
But will I ever call her my own?
As I thrust into her mercilessly, I feel my balls fill. I’m not sure that I’ll ever make her mine, but I’m sure as fuck going to let everyone know that she’ll never be satisfied by any other man.
I reach around her, unleashing the gag. “You can make all the noise you want now.”
She moans, loudly, “Yes! Yes!”
I lean over, humping her hard and deep as I hold her by the shoulders. “You like the way I fuck you?”
“Yes! Oh, God, yes!”
Knowing other men are watching us, salivating over her, spurs me on. “Do you ever want somebody else’s cock inside of you?”
“No! Please, no!”
I smile in spite of the fact that I’m not about to make any kind of a commitment to her. “Would you like me to make you mine?” I give her a hard thrust.
“Yes!”
It’s enough for me. The other men know she wants to be mine. That’s enough for me. I now wear a cocky grin as I lift my torso up and finish fucking her, standing tall behind her. When she comes, I do too. It sends a chill through me. We’ve become so well adapted to each other’s bodies—that has to be the only reason it feels as fucking good as it does. Better than it’s ever felt with anyone else.
The curtain closes and I pull out of her. Releasing her from the stockade, I take off the blindfold. She’s breathing hard as she looks at me. “Grant, did you mean what you said?”
Without answering her, I take her to the dressing room so I can clean us both up and massage her body. My silence has her following my lead, not saying a word.
Isabel isn’t the type to ask anything more than once. She knows what my answer is without me giving voice to it.
