Dirty Bad Wrong(31)

“He’s a God, isn’t he?” Cara whispered. I could only nod.

He took Red’s breasts in rough hands, kneading her with brutal fingers. She had big nipples, dark and ripe, and huge areola, like chocolate saucers. She rocked into him, sucking in breath as he pinched her nipples. He twisted them, hard, and she flinched, biting down on her bottom lip as he twisted harder still. Finally she cried out and he lowered his head, sucking on her teat like a hungry baby. A hungry baby with teeth. She groaned and shifted in her chains, arching her back into him as he gobbled at her flesh.

“His teeth hurt so bad,” Cara said. “He’s a real biter.” I felt her eyes on me as I shifted again in my seat. “Does he turn you on?”

“I... um... I’m not sure.” I was lying and I knew it, a stranger to myself, compelled by alien desire.

“He’d do it to you, you know... I know he would,” she smiled. “Do you want him? His pain feels so good.”

Raven leant across, yanked at Cara’s hair. “Enough,” she hissed.

I focused back on the stage. Masque retreated behind the drapes, returning with a long length of cord which he hung loosely around Red’s neck. He took a breast in his hand, and proceeded to bind her, loops of cord cutting in until her soft flesh turned hard, swollen with blood. He repeated his efforts with the other, then bound them together where they turned darker still, jutting out like two pink warheads. He grunted his approval, teasing and flicking her thickened nipples until Red was twitching on the spot.

“That feels so good,” Cara breathed. “You wouldn’t believe how amazing he makes that feel. You can cum from that, you know, if it’s done right. A nipple orgasm. He’s done it to me.”

“Cara!” Raven seethed. “One more word and I swear you’ll be one fucking sorry bitch.”

I heard soft squelches from a couple to our rear, the scent of sex heavy in my nose. Cara leant against my shoulder, positioning herself out of Raven’s view. She whispered so quietly I could hardly hear her. “Play with yourself if you like. Everyone does... or we could do it for you.” She placed a hand on my knee and I clamped my legs shut instinctively, embarrassment burning my face.

Masque upped the ante on stage, brutalising Red’s swollen breasts. He slapped them hard, and loud. Hard enough to make Red whimper. She jerked under his assault, her head lolling back in pain, but she was smiling. He ceased his attack long enough to slide his hand between her legs, and she moaned like a whore, grinding herself against him. He played her for long seconds, and I saw his fingers disappear inside her, four of them. Four. I sucked in breath at the sight. More words in her ear, then she was nodding. A smile. Deep breaths, her chest rising and falling in anticipation of something. He retreated once again behind the drapes. I strained for sight of him.

“Here we go,” Cara breathed again.

When Masque returned, he came armed. A collection of implements like the ones I’d seen in Raven’s room. I recognised some of them, a flogger and a horse whip, and some wooden paddles that looked as thick as chopping boards. And a cane, a long, thick cane with a leather handle.

“The cane’s his favourite,” Cara murmured. “I can’t take it though, hurts too much.”

He brandished a flogger with long suede tails and knotted ends, flicking her back gently before starting up his momentum, big arcs over and over, building up speed until they connected. She moaned at the first hit, but relaxed into it, adjusting her weight to steady herself. I heard the swish as the tails hit, over and over. Sometimes they’d curl around her body to lash at the soft skin on her ribcage. She’d jerk then and hiss out all her breath. She began to rock in her chains, losing herself in the rhythm. She cried out as he changed target, whipping the flogger hard between her legs to bite at her pussy. She squealed when he caught her clit, clenching her legs tight against the assault.

He yanked her head back by her hair, his mouth at her ear. I caught his low bark, the most dangerous sound I’d ever heard.

“Your cunt is mine, Violet. Mine. Don’t you dare fucking hide from me.”

Her name ricocheted around my brain. Violet. She spread her legs wide again.

“I’m sorry, Master, I’m sorry.”

“Good girl.”

Another direct hit and this time she squealed like a banshee but didn’t clench. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the chains above her head, taking everything he dished out. He landed a particularly nasty blow and she really wailed, gulping in air like a fish as her knees trembled underneath her. Still she didn’t shield herself from him.