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    [Closed to Ayaka. This thread contains mature sexual content, and should probably not be read by anyone.]

    Three years ago…

    Sex smelled the same as any other desire; like sweat on an old shirt.

    I’d visited casinos, racetracks, and auctions of all sorts, no matter how dark. I’d seen desire in all its forms and smelled the rank sensuality within it. The possibilities that appeared when someone wanted something. But I had never seen desire on such unbridled display until I stepped through the front door of Madame Océan’s Maison de Plaisir.

    My metal boots pinged softly on the dark marble floor as I crossed the threshold. A great hall stretched out before me, full of statues of naked people on pedestals; elves, dwarves, humans, even a demon. After a moment I realized they were not statues, but live still models. To my left and right groups of young women cuddled on leather sofas, contorted into never ending knots of supple flesh. Arms and legs writhed, and fingers and tongues darted in and around holes. They called out to me to join them, some by name. I was not unknown in those parts.

    “Breaker!” A man with slick red sifan clothing and an oily pointed beard greeted me from between the statues. Two hulking half-orcs shadowed him, looking ready to fight at moment’s notice.

    “I’d tell your bloodhounds to keep their distance,” I said as I shook Jasper’s hand. His smile flickered slightly as he felt the strength of my grip.

    “Oh them?” He chuckled, flexing his hand. “They follow me whenever I’m in the club. Don’t mind them a bit. Come right this way… can we get you a drink or anything?”

    “Scotch and soda,” I said. I wasn’t really drinking those days, but it would be rude to refuse their hospitality.

    “Coming right up,” the manager of the Maison said. He signalled to a server and repeated Josh’s order when the young woman came over. She clacked away, her heavy high heels the most significant article she wore.

    “This place is just for the proles,” Jasper said, beckoning for me to follow him further into the vast, vaulted-ceiling building. He nodded at the people seated in the entry hall. “These are the poorer folk who can’t afford the kind of full access you’re about to experience.” He laughed as he saw my gaze swing back to the girls on the couches. “That’s a mere amuse-bouche for the meal you’ll find inside, my friend.”

    He put his arm around my shoulders like we were old friends. I allowed him to move me further into the club, ignoring the greasiness of his touch. The mission I’d accepted was to broker a relationship for trade between the Maison and some Fallieni wholesalers of spice and potion ingredients. The club’s manager had a reputation for getting violent - or rather, having his thugs get violent - if he felt cheated, so the wholesalers had hired me to ensure there’d be no funny business.

    The lights dimmed further into the club, overset by a soft red strobe. The air grew heavy and musky, full of human sweat and other bodily fluids. Broad, firm beds grew from the floor, all occupied by no less than three people in varying stages of undress and bliss. One woman gyrated between the rigid bodies of two young men. Another particularly beautiful specimen had herself surrounded by women and men, pleasuring themselves at the mere sight of her.

    “I want you to have my ass.” A girl passing by touched my hand longingly before vanishing with a giggle. I found my eyes following her path.

    “We can get you one of those, if you like!” Jasper laughed, pulling on my arm. I didn’t move even a centimeter. “Come on,” he said, “I’ll show you our steel forest, and then we’ll go to my office and see to the business. Pleasure afterwards, my friend!” Again I let him lead me, as I looked around at the beautiful naked people fucking each others’ brains out.

    On the other side of the room a bristling collection of steel structures stood interspersed like trees in a forest. Some were support beams for varying sex swings, while others were crucifixes or benches or pillories complete with locks and leather pads. Most were in use, producing a low hum as they shook beneath the animalistic pleasures of the patrons.

    “Freshly brewed love potions,” a server said as she passed carrying a tray. She wafted the small jars on it toward us and I smelled cinnamon and something darker.

    “Want one?” Jasper asked. “Go ahead, it’s on the house.” I picked up a small jar and swirled the concoction.

    “What does it do?” I asked. “I can’t afford to go falling in love with the first woman I lay eyes on.”

    “We only call it a love potion for marketing purposes,” Jasper assured me, and the server nodded encouragingly. “What you actually have there is the ultimate inhibition buster. It breaks down the walls between what you want and your willingness to take it. It’ll make you an animal in the sack.” He raised his eyebrows meaningfully. “Go on man, live a little.”

    I considered the liquid and sniffed it again. Still cinnamon and mystery.

    The half-orcs spoke to one another behind their hands and then both chuckled. The server looked around. Jasper watched me expectantly.

    “Go on,” he said again. “Here, I’ll take one to. That way you know I’m not trying to take advantage of you in negotiations.” He picked up a jar and held it out in a toast.

    I didn’t like consuming unknown potions, but I wasn’t about to fail my mission because I wouldn’t play along with their games. I clinked jars with Jasper and downed the potion.

    It tasted like desire, and spread throughout my body, reducing me to my most basic self. I looked around the room, realizing for perhaps the first time that everything and everyone inside it belonged to me.
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    The place never really appealed to me…

    A literal cesspool of sex, drugs, and alcohol. Granted, I was the one supplying the drugs but it was still an unsavoury place. On multiple occasions ol’ Jasper tried to have me join his little flock of whores. Says the whole catgirl thing is exotic. Says the ears and tail are a sort of kink. Fuckin’ racist ol’ prick.

    I walked down the dimly lit hallway, the click clack of the shiny black heels I wore barely muted out the sound of muffled lovers, strangers, and kinksters behind closed doors. It was quiet, really, considering two floors down was raving nightclub, powered by magical blinking lights and an array of live music.

    He was lucky I put up with his ridiculous dress-code. Black heels, fishnet stockings? How were these even made? Then the biggest insult of all. A yukata inspired black silken gown. It looked like something one would wear to bed. Jasper said it was because it was Akashiman inspired. That it’d match me, because again, I was ‘exotic’ I only wore it because I taxed the old man for it. Added a hefty fee to my service charge. And money talks. Hell, I’d wear nipple tassles if he paid me enough. So long as I wasn’t touched by one of his seedy patrons. I didn’t give a fuck what people saw.

    Around my waist I wore two coin pouches. One was mine, the other - Jaspers. In my right hand I carried a small wooden box that held the room service orders for the night. Several potions. Most were the ‘Love Potions’ that were handed out on the lower floor. Others were more...interesting. Paralysing potions, ones that heated the body, salves that felt like ice against the skin. All sorts of kinky shit I’d probably never get the chance to try. My standards were too high.

    I paused at a red door with the numbers ‘303’ embellished on it. I gave a small knock. There were sounds of movement before a male drow in his early twenties answered the door with naught but a towel around his waist. “What?” his silver eyes glanced up and down my form. Yeh, that’s it pervert. Take it all in. His annoyed frown turned into a bemused smirk. “Oh? To what do I owe-”

    I stopped him mid sentence and held out my hand. “You ordered the cold salve and the love potion. That’s 30 gold.” I leaned forward slightly, allowing the curvature of my breast to peek out a little more. “40 if you like me.” I added with a smirk.

    The guy disappeared then returned a few seconds later and shoved a small pouch of coins in my hand, I gave him the potions in exchange. I didn’t need to count them. Hell the pouch had way more than that in there.

    Poor dumb fuck will probably wonder where all his hard earned coin went in the morning. Oh well. Not my problem, just my profit.

    I continued like this down the rest of the dimly lit hall. Always charging more so I could skim a hefty chunk off the top. Thaynes know I’d need it. I’d have to send a shit tonne to my dumb ass sister just so she can live her flippant life the way she wants. It pissed me off how she was so carefree, but at th same time - how could I be so mad when she only had so many damn years on this hellhole of a planet?

    I snorted, now was not the time to get sentimental. Now was the time to get drunk and count my coin.

    Rooms 301-305 were free. They were the premium ones, all sorts of shit in there, and probably the only rooms that were thoroughly cleaned. They had to be. Fuck knows what went on in there. I passed them then down the red carpeted stairs and into Jaspers office.

    I sighed as I headed straight to the desk in the corner. Throwing myself into the chair.I rocked back on the chair, throwing my feet up onto the small corner desk. It was shitty, a splintery second hand wreck. You’d think the old man would have splurged a lil’ more. Especially as It was essentially mine. I mean, granted, I didn’t use it much. I made all my potions away from the establishment and it wasn’t like I dealt in any paperwork. Its main use was for me to count coin and have a drink. But fuck. I felt like I deserved a new desk at the very lest. I made quick work of dividing the coin, I threw the smaller of the pouches onto Jaspers desk and shoved the other underneath the potions. “Ah Fuck it.” I muttered as I pushed myself away from the chair and headed over to his desk.

    Jensen kept the good Alcohol in the third draw, along with a few crystal glasses. Used it to schmooze his business guests. I was technically a business guest. Hell. I made all the potions he asked for, I sold them, I laced them with nicotine - I did it all. Whatever he asked.

    He paid me well so what did I care if a few people got a lil’ addicted to some love-making potions. What were the side effects? Too much sex? ‘ Oh lordy someone call the fuckin’ guard those people are having too much sex for my sensitive little heart!’

    I scoffed as I pulled out a decanter along with a crystal glass. I opened it and wriggled my nose. I smelt...hmm...spice blends? A type of whiskey? I wasn’t sure. I didn’t care. I poured myself a large glass and threw it back in three large gulps.

    I was in the middle of pouring myself another when the door opened.

    Shit, caught in the act.

    “Yo. Jasper!” I said with a small wave as I lifted the drink to my lips. He looked disgruntled. Hah. Take that you old codger. My yellow eyes drifted to the tall man behind him. I had no idea who the fuck he was. But holy hell he had very old soul. Older than he looked. There was a lingering aura of...what? Water? Divinity? I narrowed my gaze at the man. Just what the hell was that?

    “What, is the man next to you? Several hundred years old?”

    “Ahh, Ayaka. Looking ravishing as always.”

    “Bite me.” I snapped back. Jasper gave me a hungry grin. Oh I knew. I knew that’s exactly what he wanted to do. But if he tried, he knew he’d loose me and my potions. The very potions that made his little hotbed of erotica ‘the place’ to go. Without me he was nothing more than an old horny man.

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    “What if the old man bites you?” I asked. I strolled over to the mouthy nekojin. I liked her outfit, complete with heels and fishnet stockings. I liked her softly pointed ears and the demure lines of her body unveiled by the scant clothes. I liked the challenge her attitude presented.

    She glanced over at him. “I’d probably rip off his nutsack.”

    “Oh ho ho!” Jasper laughed. “No she didn-”

    I backhanded him casually, knocking him through a three hundred and sixty degree spin after which he bowed and collapsed in a pile. Good thing he’d felt safe enough to leave his goons out in the club.

    I had lived my life by an undefined but restrictive set of rules. A system of order, really. Although I knew I possessed free will, I’d often felt as though I was a vessel for the will of the universe. Through me, deities touched the world.

    That load of shit went out the window the moment the love potion hit my bloodstream. I realized for the first time that I was not some great hero caught up in the middle of an epic journey. I was an apex predator, a shark surrounded by people who couldn’t even swim.

    I stepped into the catwoman’s space and breathed deeply. I enjoyed her pheromones, enjoyed her outfit, enjoyed her.

    She didn’t seem phased by what I had done to Jasper. She held her own, straightening her back and staring me down with brilliant golden eyes. “What are you supposed ta’ be?” She jabbed a pointed finger in the middle of my chest. “You have a fuckin’ old soul. A tangle of em’ really.”

    “I am Breaker,” I said simply. “And you,” I leaned forward and inhaled her smoky pheromones. “You have a way with concoctions.” A striking snake did not bite so fast. My head turned and my teeth sank into her neck. Not hard enough to break the skin. Just a tease. A test.

    She outwardly hissed as her body stiffened. Funnily enough, she didn’t immediately push me away. I noticed the way she slightly tilted her neck further away to give me more space the slightest hints of her wanting more. Her hand landed on my chest and she hesitated before pushing me away with reddened cheeks.

    “What gives you the fuckin’ right to just sink your teeth into someone like that?” She brushed her hands down her form and took two breaths before shifting to a wooden box on the small desk in the corner of the room. “I am Ayaka, and yes. What you drank, along with these- are my own creations. I’m fuckin’ proud of my work, but I don’t mix business an’ pleasure, Breaker.”

    “Well thank you, Ayaka. As to what gives me the right… you did. Your potion taught me things about life I was too foolish to realize before.” My gaze narrowed in on the potions in her box. “What do you have there, then?”

    She turned to the multi-coloured vials. “Heating salves, cooling salves...you know -erotic sensory bullshit. Paralytics cause that's what some like these days. The place’s specialty, ‘Love Potion’ aphrodisiacs…” she trailed off. “Stiffeners and wetteners for those who can’t quite get it going. The usual.”

    I stalked over to her and trapped her between myself and the desk. “Which one is like the one I took?” I asked. “I want you to take it as well.” My hand cupped her chin, the tips of my fingers touching her neck and applying just enough pressure. “I want you along for the ride with me.”

    Her eyes narrowed as she was forced back against the desk. Her soft feline ears swivelled forward. Her cheeks glowed with a faint red tinge. “If you were downstairs then the love potion is a mix of several components but the main three are a mild addictive formula, an aphrodisiac and a chemical that blocks the inhibitors within your noggin’. Now, why the fuck would I want to do a thing like that without some sorta reason?” She pushed back, half heartedly as I held my stance and tightened the grip on her chin. She was playing coy. Oh how cute, and how deadly.

    “Because I understand they rent rooms at this establishment,” I said, feeling a placebo of desire mount within since she had told me about the aphrodisiac. “Rooms that come well-equipped. I’m going to take you to one of them, and I’d hate for you to have any inhibitions about all the things I’m going to do to you.” I lowered my hand to her throat and pressed my mouth forcefully against hers.

    She wriggled and a sound of discontent escaped her before she took a deep breath. My natural pheromones were almost as strong as hers, and she was inhaling them deeply. I would have backed down if she didn’t want to continue but the way her body began to meld into mine as I pressed her further against the desk and the way she opened her mouth to invite me in told me otherwise. She returned my kiss, hungrily so, her lips pressed tightly against mine. Her tongue slipping into my mouth.

    I tangled my hand in her hair and pulled her head back, breaking the kiss.

    “This one looks right,” I said, seizing a jar with my free hand and popping the lid. “Down the hatch, now.” I brought the potion up to her lips. She stared at me before sighing and willingly opening her mouth. I coaxed the liquid past her lips and watched as she swallowed.

    “Good kitty,” I said in a patronizing tone. “Now, let’s go.” I said as I picked up the rest of the potions. These may just come in handy.

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    Fuck.

    Fuck him.

    Fuck that stupidly handsome dick of an old soul. Fuck him, and not even literally (even though I did want to, before the potion) Fuck him figuratively.

    “What makes you so fuckin’ confident?” I hissed.

    “I guess you haven’t heard of me,” he chuckled in that annoyingly cocky voice.

    “You? No. What are you? The Thayne of fucking?” I spat as I stalked over to Jaspers desk and opened the top draw. There he kept the keys. I pulled out one that was labelled 301. My potions were damn effective and I could already feel it pulsing through my body. It warmed me and caused goosebumps to erupt over my skin. Damn… I hadn’t planned on this. I knew Jasper was bringing in a business partner but I wasn’t expecting to screw him.

    “I may have been called that once or twice.”

    I snorted and stepped over Jaspers unconscious body. Poor sod. I left Breaker to follow me as I stalked out of the office and back up the red carpeted stairs. I paused at the first room. ‘301’ embellished in gold on the wooden door. In went the key and with a click the door swung open.

    The room wasn’t exactly small. It had a large bed that could fit at least 5 full grown adults sitting in the centre against the back wall. The wall itself had various hooks and chains attached to it in a sort of pulley system. The manacles hung loosely against the wall. To the left were an array of ‘toys’ as they put it. Whips. Paddles. Leather bindings, that sort of thing. I paid them little mind as I headed to the bedside table and threw the key carelessly onto it. The first thing I did was turn off the gas lamp. It burned the same chemical I had thrown into the potion.

    I could hear Breaker enter the room from behind me, and I answered the question before he had a chance to ask. “This shit practically fils the room with more of what you...we drank.” I muttered.

    “Leave it on,” he growled.

    “No.” I hissed. Damn, he was full with demands. “You want it on, you put it on your damn self.” I turned but he was already right behind me. I hadn’t even heard no felt him approach. What the actual FUCK was he? No one had done that before. His hazel eyes glinted at me, almost hungrily as he grabbed my wrist and wretched me to the bed. Breaker turned to the lamp and turned it back on. Well, I did tell him to put it on if he wanted. That was my fault.

    I let myself fall into the soft bed. I hadn’t realized how comfy it was, nor how crazy soft the silken sheets felt against my bare skin. Nor how fucking hot I felt right now. Shit. I don’t remember the potion being this strong when I tested it on myself several months ago. Did the longer shelf life make it stronger? Shit… I stared up at the ceiling, my yellowed eyes following the trail of chains that connected to each other. Damn Ayaka...what have you gotten yourself into. I could feel my breathing quicken and I was very, very aware of the other man in the room and how very, very much I wanted his touch right now.

    Breaker grabbed my wrist and flipped me over on my front as easily as folding a dinner napkin. I was laying facing the wall of implements of pain.

    “Choose one,” he said, “and we’ll get started.”

    The heat of his touch tickled and I found myself unwittingly arching my back toward his form but he kept himself lifted away. His voice boomed in a commanding tone. Shit. Why did this fucker have to be the domineering kind? My eyes danced over the various devices. I’d make this hard. I’d pick the simplest thing. “That.” I gestured with my chin. “The leather cuffs.” My eyes swivelled back to his chiseled face, I sorta wanted to punch it. “Since you’re so insistent on having me pinned down.” I added with a smirk.

    He moved to the wall and back fluidly, bringing the cuffs with him. He cuffed my wrists behind my back and roughly ripped my clothing off in a single motion.

    “I suppose I’ll just use my hands.” He said. He rubbed his palm over my exposed ass. “I want you to count to one hundred. Slowly.”

    “What?” What the fuck was he thinking. “Why?”

    “Do it.” He commanded as he leaned in closer. “That’s an order from your Master.”

    My ears flattened against my head as he said that, Master? Hoo boy did this boy have a lot to learn. “You’d have to earn that title, bud.” I muttered under my breath. Still, I found myself closing my eyes and doing just that. Counting the numbers aloud as I tried to concentrate on anything but his ministrations. The rolling heat from his palm against my ass, the way his calloused skin rubbed back and forward. Shit, this shouldn’t turn me on as much as it did. I couldn't help it, at one point between 20 and 40 he had squeezed harder and I gasped. I could feel the heat that had settled across my body erupt in pins and needles. A whimper escaped my lips as his hands danced across my skin.

    A deep chuckled resounded from his chest and I felt his hand between my legs.

    “Do you know how wet you are?” He asked. “That wasn’t rhetorical,” he added as his fingers slid up my thigh and pressed between my pussy lips.

    I didn’t...at least not until I felt his fingers brush past my thigh and slick into my wet folds. I squirmed and stopped counting, opening my eyes to meet his bemused orbs with a look of defiance. He pulled his hand away and held it between our faces. He rubbed two fingers together before pulling them apart, thin translucent strands fell from them. His eyes never left mine as he laughed again.

    “I want to know how you taste, perhaps you should tell me, little kitten.”

    I opened my mouth to object but he pressed his fingers forward, past my lips and into my mouth. He pushed himself close. Close enough for my nipples to brush up against the fabric of his clothes. My eyes widened then closed as I tilted my head forward, my tongue lapping at his fingers. Shit. He was forcing me to taste...myself. This strange taste. This strange erotic and slightly tangy taste. It was me. This was the scent, and the flavours of my own wild and uninhibited desires. I couldn’t help it. I lapped at his fingers.

    Breaker seemed pleased. “Good girl.”

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    I stroked her hair and rubbed her behind the ears, drawing a slight if begrudging purr from her lips. I could see she’d grown comfortable in the cuffs, but not too comfortable. Not yet. There would be time for us to get to the chains and other implements hanging from the walls. For the moment, I just wanted her.

    “Tell me how you taste, little kitten,” I said, leaning against her from behind. My swollen cock bulged against my pants, pushing against her ass through the fabric. Her tail swung almost hypnotically against my chest. “Do a good enough job, and maybe I’ll sample some myself.”

    I pulled my fingers out from her mouth and dragged them across her cheek, waiting for her to answer.

    “B-Bite me.” She muttered. It appeared Ayaka liked to play the role of the brat.

    I bit her, hard, on the same spot as I had the first time, back in the office. I felt her flinch but breathe through the pain, and her acceptance of it sent a fresh wave of ecstasy through me.

    I used one callused hand to pull her tail aside and spanked her. Not as hard as I could. That would have broken her hip. But harder than any mortal could have done. Hard enough to let her know who she was with.

    Oh how she yowled. I loved it, I wanted to hear what other sounds she could make. She tried to pull away from me but I held fast to the leather cuffs. A red welt appeared upon her ass marking her as mine. My property. My toy. My little kitten. She wanted discipline from a rough Master? She’d get it.

    I spanked her again, just as hard on the other cheek. I spanked her again and again, until her ass was fully red and her yowls died down to soft mewls. I spanked her until my hand felt like it was on fire, until the only sound was our ragged breathing and the echoing ring of flesh on flesh.

    Her face was pushed into the silken sheets and I could see a darkened place beneath her mouth where she had been drooling. Her cheeks were flush. Despite the yowls of pain, she had clearly enjoyed it

    “W-what are you?” She managed to breath, her voice shaken.

    “You tell me what I am.” I said firmly, laying a hand on her glowing ass. “Tell me what I am to you. And don’t be wrong.” I grabbed her hair and twisted her head around to face me.

    “An arrogant prick.” She replied between ragged breaths. I loved that fire. But, wrong answer.

    “Among other things,” I said, pushing her back down on the bed, “I’m something of an ice-mage.” I stood up and paced around to the nightstand, my boots ringing on the floorboards. I grabbed the ice bucket and brought it back, depositing it on the bed in front of her face. While she watched, a pile of smoothly formed icicles appeared inside.

    I moved behind her again and reached past her shoulder to pick one up. Her breathing quickened as I brought my hand close to her, and then she gasped as the ice touched her handprint-covered ass. I traced the outside of her cheeks and then trailed the ice up the small of her back. She was already face down in the bed, with her pert ass tilted up toward me, but the cool action caused her to rise her rump further up. Her hands curled up into fists, still tightly bound behind her.

    The stinging ice migrated around her sleek torso and circled her breasts, drawing nearer and nearer to first one nipple, then the other. She was trying hard not to make a sound but she did, she made many. Small gasps, moans and mumbles. For such a headstrong and disobedient girl, she sure was palpable in my hands. As the piece melted I trailed it down her back, between her legs, and pushed it into her pussy.

    She immediately reacted, arching up and groaning loudly, unabashed. Her tail flicked side to side as she fell back into me then in a circular motion pushed herself back against my hand, forcing the ice deeper into her. Ayaka’s head rolled forward as she began working it, I could feel her dripping over my fingers.

    “Do you like that?” I growled, allowing her to rub herself against my hand. “Do you want more?”

    She bounced against the ice in a slow rhythm. “Mmm….” came her response. She didn’t seem to be able to snap back with a witty remark now.

    I pulled my hand away, and suddenly she was thrusting her hips back at nothing. An angry moan tore from her throat and her tail thrashed the air. I smiled and paced to the foot of the bed. She writhed in place where I’d left her as the ice melted inside of her. “What the fuck?” She hissed at me.

    I undid my belt slowly and dropped it, letting the buckle clatter on the floor. I undid my shirt and dropped it as well, and then stepped out of my boots and dropped my pants. I circled to the other side of the bed, naked and erect and grabbed her hair. I pulled upward so her back arched and lifted her face level with my throbbing cock. Her eyes bounced back and forth between it and my hazel orbs.

    “You’re already mine, Ayaka.” I told her. “You were the moment I laid eyes on you. But now, I want to hear you say it.”

    The heavy scent of pheromone was in the air, and the defiance that sparked in her eyes was slowly hazing over into subservience.. As she stared at me with those half lidded eyes. In that moment I knew, I knew she knew that she was mine. Her lips parted and she finally said the words I had longed to hear. That I deserved to hear. Her very own potion had cleared my mind, made me realize what I was truly capable of.

    “I’m yours Master.” Came her response, in a jilted tone.

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    “And since you’re mine, what do I get to do with you?” He asked, towering over me.


    Fuck...my lips moved before my brain could keep up. “Whatever you wish, I’m yours.” Did I really mean that? Really? I felt his hand glide over my hair, fingers brushing up against my ears and I realized that yes, I did mean that. I hated to admit it but I did. He managed to twist me around his little finger and he was enjoying it as much as I was.

    I guess my ex was right, I was too much of a self indulgent masochist for his tastes.

    “Good.” He drawled as his fingers dance down to my cheek. His other hand guided his cock against my lips. “Clean me.” He commanded as he pressed further. I opened my mouth and let him guide his dick in. I sucked in my breath through my nose and murmured as I felt his girth slowly slide in and out. He was salty and bitter and whilst it was a taste most hated. I found myself loving it. Be it my own desires, the potion, or both. I wanted him. I wanted every inch of him and I wanted him to own me. To tower over me with unrelenting dominance so I had no choice but to bend to his will.

    My tongue rolled over his foreskin as I began to bob my head back and forward, everytime I pulled back I’d suckle and pause, working the tip of his cock with my tongue. Letting it explore folds of skin, lapping up the precum that oozed forth before I pushed my head back down. I let my teeth graze against his skin, ever so slightly as I pressed further forward in an attempt to take in the entirety of his grth. I felt his dick hit the back of my throat as my nose touched the spindly hairs of his crotch. I pulled back and coughed.

    “Good kitty,” he smiled, “keep going.” His hand tangled in my hair and he forced me to swallow him again.

    I didn’t stop, I took him in again. This time tilting my head so I could lap up the juices that slid down the side of his cock. His words made me feel warm, fuzzy. Content. I murmured, happily so as I worked him. Hungrily sucking as he filled my mouth. Fuck...I wanted more of this. If he was a god of fuckin why didn’t he have more? Why couldn’t he completely fill every part of me? I groaned as I shifted my legs. I wanted to taste more. I needed to… I began to move faster, tongue pressing against the underside of his cock as I drew back suckling. Licking, nibbling. Damn..he tasted good.

    “Would you like to feel master’s cock somewhere else?” He asked, his hands caressing my ass.

    This wasn’t fair. That was an ultimatum. Damn right I did. But I also wanted more of him, I wanted to lick up everything he had to offer me. I grumbled in response. There was no right answer. Couldn’t I have both? I pulled away from him and looked up at his hazel eyes. “I want everything.” I whispered.

    He slid out of my sight and I heard his soft footsteps encircle the bed. My knees shook as he came up behind me and slid my tail aside. The ominous head of his cock pressed up against me as his lips landed next to my ear.

    “Beg for it,” he whispered. “Beg for me.”

    I didn’t want to beg. I shouldn’t have to.I moved to push my hips down. I was trembling, this was such simple play. So why was I shaking so much? Why could I feel myself dripping to the point where I felt it running down my legs? Goddamit Breaker…I felt the tip of his cock press against my folds and just before it fell in he pulled back, pushing me to the brink and letting me go over, and over again.

    “Funny.” He mused as he pushed me back against the bed. “I thought I was the Master here, tell me, are you really my pet? Do I own every part of you?”

    I had no response, I pushed myself up off the bed and shot him a glare. My hands may have been bound but that was it. I could still walk over to him, kick him to the floor and mount him my damn self if I wanted.

    Breaker shook his head as he padded back over to the wall. “Such a shame. You’ve made such progress little kitten. Tell me, should I find something else to make you bend to my will. Something here? Or perhaps another potion?”

    I pushed myself toward the edge of the bed, flipping my feet so they landed on the floor. “I thought you wanted to fuck me?”

    “I may yet,” he chuckled, eyes enjoying my figure. “After you learn to beg like a good kitty.” He paused, casting his gaze upward, and nodded. “I think we’ll try the chains next.”

    I followed his gaze upward.there were numerous chains, enough to attach to each limb and then some. They were rigged up for various things. I was sure some would have me bound high, others tight. Oh, he wanted to play this game? Fine. I lowered my eyes back down to him with a smirk. “You’d have to catch me first.”

    I wanted him. But I also wanted to play, I wanted him to work for it just like I had to. I sprang back from the bed and landed on the other side. The bed between us. I looked up at him and - fuck. Wait? Where did he go? No mortal could move that fast. I felt one hand curl around my beck and the other around my waist, delving into the folds of my pussy. His breath was hot and heavy against my ear. “I think it time you learn I am not human. Little Kitten.”

    “W-what are you?” I asked, feeling my heart beat fast and heavy against my chest. My legs buckled as I felt his fingers massage my clit. Fuck. He worked me enough to cum, but before I could get the chance to he paused, always leaving me teetering on the edge. It was torture, and it filled my mind with a haze.

    “I am… something more.” He said as his hands did their wicked work. “Someone who has seen what no mortal can see.”

    I tried to fight against him but his grip tightened around my throat. His teeth fell to graze against the skin of my shoulder. I shuddered as I felt him loosen his grip enough to let his tongue glide cross my skin and up my neck. “Spit it out you p-pri-ahhh…” His teeth sunk in to the supple flesh and my insult warbled away into a groan.

    “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” He said.

    I felt his hand move away, he unceremoniously wiped it on my leg as he dragged me toward the bed. He threw me back onto it and reached above to yank the chains down. I lifted my body back up. “Try me!” He pushed me back down with force, then pressed a leg into my chest so I couldn’t move. He shackled one leg, then the other before grabbing me by my hair to lift me up. His movements had become more rough.

    “I’ll try you with that after you’ve satisfied me,” he said cockily, “suffice to say, I’m more than a man.”

    He tore the leather in half with his bare hands to make a point. He was strong. He was in control, and I was out of my league. Then with another series of clicks he had me bond in chains. Currently, they hung loose -allowing me free movement. My eyes drifted to the wooden box of potions on the nightstand. If I could just force something else down his gullet, maybe I’d get the answer I wanted.

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    I took my time checking each padded cuff, ensuring she was properly locked in. No sense in allowing her to slip free at a climactic moment. I moved around the room, fastening each chain to a pulley mechanism that lifted them up and outward, forcing Ayaka into a spread eagle position on the bed. Her pussy lips seemed to smile at me, dripping desire. She was helpless, exposed, and all mine.

    I paced to the wall, perusing the rows of implements available to me. I reached out, allowing my hand to linger on the leather handle of a long whip, and then plucked a blindfold from its fastenings instead. I returned to the bed and placed it over Ayaka’s eyes, ensuring she could see nothing.

    She pulled on the bindings and shifted her head to and fro. “Breaker?” She asked, the bite in her tone from moments before melting away back to that subservient little tone I loved to hear.

    Back at the wall I pulled down a pair of clamps connected to each other and a third, larger one by fine chains. I pooled them in my hand and then selected, of all things, a feather duster.

    Ayaka could hear me and smell me coming. She writhed against the chains as I knelt at her side, blind face turning this way and that. I leaned over her, opening the first two clamps and affixing them suddenly to her nipples at the same time.

    She yelped and arched her back, the thrashing becoming more wild. The chains held her in place so it did little aside from cause her to sway back and forward.

    I took the third clamp and trailed its cold steel edge down her stomach and over her mound. Her breathing accelerated again. She knew what was coming, and could do nothing to stop it. I opened the clamp and let it fight down on the catgirl’s clit, drawing a different sort of yowl from her lips, followed by a series of curse words.

    I licked my lips, somehow...her mad violent thrashes coupled with the heady scent of her desire in the air… it felt so right. So natural. So me.

    Her yowling and cursing subsided into twitching and mumbling eventually, and I sat on the foot of the bed between her legs, enjoying the targeted pain the clamps provided. I knew pain like a baker knows flour. I could inflict it in massive quantities at a moment’s notice… but my bare hands could not do what the chains in combination with the clamps performed. Without the toys, I could not force a woman to focus solely on the sensation.

    I was new at this. The old version of me, the one before the potion, was boring as fuck in bed. He’d gone out of his way to make sure his partners only experienced pleasure. He bent over backwards for them instead of making them… well, same thing.

    “Who’s my good kitty?” I drawled, reaching my hand out close enough to her pussy that I could feel her warmth.

    She shouldn’t have been able to move, not much, with the concentrated pain around such erogenous areas. Even so, she arched her back to push the heat of her body toward me. Her silence was disappointing.

    “I didn't’ think you had something like this in you.” She began. I lifted my eyes to stare at her blindfolded head, curious as to where she was going.

    “I have to admit, ya got me. Hook, line, and sinker - but I like putting up a fight.” She paused and her shivering lips quirked into a smile. “I want to play a game.”

    I waited to see what she’d say.

    “Try to take me, by force - you wanna see what my potions do? Go nuts. Fuck your inhibitions. Lets say the safe word is Gingersnap; no matter my reactions - if I don’t say that word you don’t stop playing the big bad wolf. If I satisfy you. You tell me what the fuck you are. I’ll guess throughout the night, I get it right. I win. If I loose - you can take some of my wares home, free of charge.”

    “No one is playing, bad kitty.” I said casually, and slapped her pussy. The only problem was, I knew I was playing. I was on borrowed time until her potion wore off, and then the other Cronen would take over again. I needed another dose of her potion soon, and it seemed like she knew it.

    I needed to think. But I could multitask. I took the feather duster and traced its delicate tip up the inside of Ayaka’s left thigh. She gasped and twitched her leg away, and I stopped just short of reaching the sensitive skin around her pussy.

    “You have a remarkable tolerance for pain,” I said as I trailed the feathers up her other leg.

    She chucked, “I enjoy this type of pain - now do we have a deal?” She quirked her head, “Or, are you just going to let it run through your system and wander off to continue business with the old man?”

    I dropped the duster and slapped her pussy again, hard She drew in a sharp breath and hissed but she didn’t scream out. I hadn’t seen any gags on the wall of painful pleasures, so I climbed past the chains and straddled her chest and forced my cock into her mouth. I couldn’t think with her talking, and her mouth did good work otherwise.

    Her tongue began lapping at me, hungrily. With unabated fervor. It danced around the tip of my cock, she was focusing on it - moving her head back and forward. I felt her chest vibrate and the sound of a purr rise from the woman.

    Suddenly I knew where the next stop on this little adventure would take us. I ground my groin down against her vibrating chest and grabbed her ears, fucking her mouth like it belonged to me. I slid in and out over her skillful lips over and over until my balls tightened and a wave of pleasure washed through my body.

    I slid backwards and pulled out of her mouth, enjoying the look of disappointment that evoked. I worked my cock until the sensation took over and I came all over her face, her hair, her ears. My balls tightened and relaxed as I slid off of her. I went to the wall and took down a fine steel leash with a padded collar. I fastened it securely around her neck and then unlatched the chains immobilizing her limbs and removed her blindfold.

    “Get on the ground, on your hands and knees.” I commanded. “We’re going to take a stroll through the club and show everyone what a good girl you’ve been.”

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    I lifted my hand to wipe the mess from my face but he caught my wrist and squeezed it tightly. “That stays right where it sits.” I glared at him, he gave me a smirk in response and squeezed my wrist tighter. I wasn’t sure if he had agreed to the game or not. I wasn’t sure if the potion was already wearing off, nor what kind of man he was when he wasn’t under its influence. My eyes shifted to the box on the beside table. There were more potent versions in there. Ones that may just work on me. I barely felt the effects of the ‘Love Potion’ sure, it got my gears running but fuck - I’d be like this even without it.

    I lowered my wrist to the clamps on my body, I pulled them off with a sharp snap, wincing as I did. He didn’t comment just stood and waited with the other end of the leash in his hand. Was that a note of disapointment in his eyes?

    “How long ago did you take that lil drink. Breaker?” I chidde as I pulled on the chain with one hand, the other reached out to trace the ridges and scars that littered his torso.

    “Don’t you worry about me,” he said gruffly, but he seemed to enjoy me exploring his body. I continued, letting my claws gently drag across his skin. I stepped closer to him. He was a few heads taller than me and I had to stand on my tiptoes so I could reach his neck. My other hand joined, as my sharpened nails clawed against the skin of his hips. My breasts, sullied by his own seed pressed up against his skin.

    I hadn’t had the chance to do this yet. I tilted my head to the side and pressed my lips to his neck. First a lick, then a bite. I wanted to taste more of him and he had already denied me once. I was so close… I could see the flickering remnants - or attachments of divinity to his soul. I dug my nails in deeper. “You have an affiliation with Thaynes?”

    For a moment his hazel eyes softened, as though he was remembering something particularly beautiful. Then his gaze hardened again, throwing up that overconfident exterior.

    “I’m affiliated with everyone,” he boasted. He tugged on the leash. “Now crawl like a good kitty.”

    I grinned, he may not be playing but I was. “Make me.”

    He tugged hard on the collar and in a swift move sweeped his leg under mine sending me toppling to the floor. My hands splayed out to catch myself.

    “Better.” He mused and I felt his foot against my back, pressing me toward the floor. “If you get up from that position I’ll leave.”

    Well fuck. He had me there. The man was an enigma, and I wanted to know more. So for now, he had the upper hand. He tugged on the chain as he lead me out the room. Fuck this was humiliating. I was better than half the shits down there and yet here he was parading me around like I was some prize. Well… he hadn’t won me yet.

    “You look good with my cum on your face,” he said. “You’ll make everyone jealous.”

    “I could say the -” He yanked hard causing the collar to constrict.

    “Pets don’t talk.”

    Well. Fuck you too Breaker.

    He knew where he was going, he lead me down two floors toward the dance floor. The floor wasn’t as dirty as I had imagined. Still I grimaced as I was forced to crawl over it. My ears were flattened against my head. The myriad of souls, odours, and people around me were nauseating.

    It took a total of 10 seconds before someone stopped us. A drow man, slender with a body covered in faintly glowing sigils approached us. He held two drinks in his hand and gestures one toward Breaker. “Are you renting her? How much?” his eyes fell to me and I was very, very tempted to bite his fucking dick off.

    “I would,” Breaker chuckled, “but she’d enjoy it too much. This little walk is supposed to be a punishment.”

    “Shame,” the drow said, “I’d love to lift that tail aside.”

    As he said it he reached out toward me, his hands travelled down my back and reached for my ass. Oh, oh no he fuckin’ didn’t. I leapt up and pinned him to the floor, straddling him as I hissed into his ear. “You fuckin’ touch me you prick and I will bite your fuckin’ balls off.”

    “Good kitty,” Breaker said idly, giving the leash a gentle tug.

    I growled then slowly backed off to sit at Breakers feet. He reached down to let his fingers graze my ears. I would make the man pay or this later.

    The drow stood and quickly dusted himself off, he laughed and pushed back ashen hair. “Ah, that got my heart going. To apologise let me buy you both a drink. I’m Jayaid. Come, come join me at my booth.” He gestured for us to follow. I secretly wished Breaker would ignore the offer but with the tug of a chain I was at his mercy to follow. We were lead to a large booth with white glowing orbs floating around it. It was filled with other drow men, most of them had their own consorts, chained with leashes and collars. Some elves, some humans. Of Course...the dark elves would do something thing like this.

    Breaker sat at the booth and manipulated me into a kneeling position beside him. He exchanged a few words with the elves in Aleraran and seemed to fit in comfortably with the crowd.

    Drinks were brought to the table and he handed me one, he lowered his eyes to me “I’ve told them they can touch, be a good pet and let t\
    ched out and took his glass too, I’d need more alcohol in me to deal with this. I slammed the two drinks down before he could react.


    Jayaid turned his attention to me whilst Breaker was busy toying with a female elfs hair. “You look familiar, do you come here often?”

    “No.” I muttered. Good. He didn’t know who I was. I wanted to keep it that way. “I avoid places like this.”

    He glanced up at Breaker then back to me, “Ah - you don’t seem too happy. I can take better care of you.” He reached out and let his fingers wipe the semen from my face. The act could easily be misconstrued as tender, but I saw through it. I could see his soul. A deviant devilish turbulent torrent of desire. Of sadism and control. He was the type of man who enjoyed breaking things. Such chaotic energy, I couldn’t help but lean in toward him.

    Breaker caught the man’s hand as it retracted. Bones crunched, barely audible over the buzz of the room, and the drow’s face crumbled in pain as he pulled his hand free.

    “I said you could touch, not take.” Breaker said pleasantly.

    Jayaid swore and used his free hand to gesture for one of the wait staff to come over. He whispered an order in her ear and she disappeared again. Jayaid stood and offered both myself and Breaker a curt smile. “Forgive me, I must take my leave and take care of...something.” I assumed he meant his hand.

    “I’ve ordered another round of drinks for you two to enjoy. Alone.” With a curt nod the other drow, and their entourage began shifting out the booth. Leaving myself and Breaker alone. “I suppose I should consider it an honour, being so close to The Joshua Cronen. To see a side of him hidden away, and to catch sight of his little pet.” The man gave me a nod then turned to leave.

    Ok….

    OK

    Ok...what the actual fuck just happened? I gave Breaker a confused look. “Who is ‘the’ Joshua Cronen and why the fuck did he act like you were so important?”

    He shrugged. “Just because you don’t know a name, doesn’t mean it lacks power.”

    I chanced to crawl up onto the chair next to him, what a curiosity. “You love this don’t you? Finding some poor sap who has no idea who the fuck you are.”

    “It is something of a novelty,” he admitted.

    Several drinks were placed on the table in front of us by the waitress. She then handed Breaker a small folded piece of paper. “A parting message from the young Mater.” She said before walking away. She didn’t even address me. Bitch. Oh well. Free drinks. I picked one up and took several large gulps. Whatever it was, it burned as it hit the back of my throat. I sighed.

    “Better.” I leaned back against Breaker, thankful the temperature was warm. Considering I was butt fuck naked. My tail flicked over his lap as I continued to sip the drink, feeling placated.

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    The way her tail trailed over my lap made my cock come to attention again, raising up slightly to enjoy the soft touch. I considered the note the drow had sent me, which I showed to Ayaka, she snorted at it, clearly she didn’t care.

    Mr Cronen, it read, I hope you have accepted my apology, and accept these drinks in that vein. They contain potent love potions - something I think you are already familiar with. The clear one contains a potent bestial rage addition. Enjoy your beautiful pet.

    The brew had arrived just at the right time. I had begun to feel the old Cronen clamouring for control. He wanted to apologize to Ayaka, of all things, and make things right with the club manager Jasper. I downed half of the clear drink in a single swig. Fuck that chivalrous nonsense. I had only begun to enjoy the catwoman at my side, and I intended to indulge in her again and again before the night was over. She was lounging on me watching the crowd around us, one hand had absently began to claw my thigh.

    “Does my little kitten need some attention?” I asked, raking my own blunt fingers up her leg. I teased the folds of her pussy, but my fingers never penetrated her, and only ghosted around her clit.

    She shifted uncomfortably and quickly downed her drink before picking up another one. She was drugging herself with her own potent concoctions. “D-do you mind?” She muttered as her eyes shifted to me. Her hand rose up to start working my cock. “I thought you were finished. You never agreed to my game after all.” She muttered bitterly.

    “When I’m finished with you, you’ll absolutely know it.” I smiled. “Now,” the hand that had been caressing her hair tightened in it. “Beg me to fuck you.”

    Ayaka was a fast drinker. She had finished the second glass and placed it down on the table. She sighed and looked annoyed. “Breaker.” She began as she crawled onto my lap. I felt her press the folds of her pussy against my cock as she gently rocked against it. She felt hot, very hot - and she was already dripping again. The chain fell between her pert breasts as she pressed herself up against me. I felt the cold hard chain against my own skin.

    “You gotta do better than that. If you continue to bore me I may just go find that drow. His soul promises a good time.”

    My usual chuckle died in my throat. The inhibitions that had threatened to climb back inside my brain were blessedly gone again, but the latest concoction had brought something else with it. Rage.

    I stood up so fast the table nearly overturned. Ayaka hissed and clung to me. I stepped out of the booth and peeled her off of me, bending her over the table with one hand on the scruff of her neck.

    Her tail whipped back and forth and her ears were swivelled toward me. She peered over her shoulder at me with narrowed yellow eyes, a smirk on her lips. She liked it. Good, thought some distant part of me, while the rest of me screamed in anger.

    I signalled a server to come over, spanking Ayaka a few times in the interim, hard enough that the table shifted beneath her, a small moan fell from her lips as I did.

    “Yes, sir?” The server asked, not noticing anything unusual about the scene.

    “Bring me one of those candles I see burning on the other tables.” I growled. He whisked away and returned with a heavy red candle, its wick still lit. I took it and rolled my wrist, allowing the flames to lick at the waxy edges and create a small melted pool. I bent close to Ayaka and bit her on the ear. “Don’t move,” I said, “or this will make a mess.”

    I started the pour high, a little more than a foot above her, dripping the burning wax over the skin on the left side of her back. Her shoulders rolled and I felt a satisfied rumble vibrate her form. She writhed beneath me as the hot wax splattered against her skin.

    “Good kitty, that looks pretty.” I said, and then repeated the process on the right side of her back, drawing a matching, messy line of red wax. She writhed in my grip but seemed to have habituated to the temperature. I lowered the candle and poured the remaining wax right along her spine, from just a few inches off the skin.

    “Y-yess….”She murmured into the table, her body visibly twitching.

    I set the candle down and spit in my palms, massaging the saliva into her ass cheeks, alternating between rubbing and spanking, loosening up the tight muscles in her rump. The sound of my wet palm striking her reddened cheeks was enough to draw the attention of other club-goers.

    I leaned over Ayaka until my chest touched the wax. It was still warm, but cooling rapidly and drying.

    “People are beginning to watch us,” I said into her ear. “Do you like being on display like a whore?”

    “W-what?” She sounded alarmed, she twisted her head to the onlookers then began to writhe beneath my chest her skin felt soft, malleable. I loved watching her writhe in discomfort. “Tell them to piss off.” She huffed with red cheeks. “Lets go back to the room.”

    “We could,” I smiled. My finger, still wet with saliva, pressed up against the tight wrinkles of her asshole. “Or I could take your ass, right here, in front of all of them.”

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    My body twitched as he pressed his finger further into my ass. I didn’t want to be some sort of show for the horny shitbags in this place But fuck...my back ached with the tingling sensations of the wax and I was painfully aware of his lips pressing against my skin.

    There must have been something in those drinks. It clouded my mind, and it wasn’t the dull haze of alcohol it was something else. It made my body heavy and despite how much I wanted to put up a fight I found it increasingly hard to rebuke him. Especially now, when he was finally being entertaining.

    “-A-Ahh….” I gasped as i felt him press his finger in, he curled it and began to slowly turn his hooked finger to and fro.

    “You took too long.” He chided. “You feel perfect.” He pulled his finger out and I felt him step away. I tried to lift myself up off the table but he quickly shoved me back down with force.

    Shit… it hurt, feeling his dick push through my ass with such sudden force. It was a tingling pain that caused my body to shiver. He started grinding against me, I felt his balls push up against the soft round of my ass as his hands dug into my hips.

    He grunted and thrust harder, he seemed to have a limitless supply of strength at his disposal. Most men would have tired by now. Granted we hadn’t really gotten far but it had been around two hours.

    I moaned as I pushed my face into the table. It felt good. It was painful, but it felt right to have him overpower me like this. “B-Breaker…” I mumbled, felling the nub of my nipples scrape against the smooth wooden surface of the table.

    “Take it,” he growled, “take it like a good kitten.”

    I could feel the twitch of his cock inside of me. I repositioned my legs, opening them wider and pulling them up toward my chest beneath the table. I could feel him pause then chuckle at the few extra inches the movement gave him. My own hand danced between my legs as I began to slowly glide my fingers across my clit.

    “Did I say you could touch yourself?” He admonished, gathering both my wrists and pinning them effortlessly behind my back with one hand.

    “N-No fair…”

    It wasn’t, I’d been on the edge for a while now and he had already released himself, all over my fuckin’ face. “Fairness doesn’t apply to pets.” He adonished as he began to thrust harder against my ass, causing the few remaining glasses to shake. My eyes swivelled to them. One was half full with clear liquid, the other looked to be whiskey and ice… I knew I was a great alchemist, but damn.


    “F-fahh…”I yelped again as I felt the tip of his cock push hard against my insides. “M-More….” I breathed. I wanted it all. I wanted him to fill me, but not just like this. My body craved more it craved attention and to be touched, it - no… I craved to be dominated and torn down.

    His free hand snaked around my throat and squeezed, gently at first, but tightening so his finger and thumb pushed against the large arteries in my neck. His grip seemed endless, growing in power until I felt the blood flow to my brain become a trickle. My eyes stung and i had no choice but to close them. I could hear the thump of my heart as it struggled to pump blood to my throbbing head.

    How exhilarating. I choked out a groan as I began to move my ass in tandem with his cock, twitching and pulling back as he shoved forward - creating more force behind each thrust. My knees began to buckle as he leaned forward and pressed more of his weight on me. He was heavy...

    “You’re quite the voyeurist aren’t you?” I felt his breath tickle against my ear as he released his grip enough for me to breathe. “Scream for them, let them know you’re my whore. My plaything.”

    He pulled himself halfway out then grabbed my throat with one hand, the other danced between my legs as his fingers breezed past my clit. Constantly teasing and constantly edging. He rammed back into me hard. I almost bounced off the table and would have if it weren't for his weight. I screamed.

    He fucked me harder and harder, building like a wave that would never break, I gave another cry before turning my face to bury it into the wooden surface of the table.

    With a final push I felt a slew of heat pour into me. Fuckin dick. He laughed as he pressed his face into my neck. “I'm not done with you.” it was a promise and a threat.

    He pulled away from me, and I felt the release of tension in my ass as his cock sprang free. Twice now… He had gotten to cum yet he was still ready to go.

    “w-what are you?” I muttered as I pushed myself up off the table. I could feel his semen oozing out of my ass as I sat back on it.

    “Sir would you like us to clean you off?”

    Wait… What?

    My eyes darted to the side as I saw two female attending cleaning him with warm wet cloths that they dipped into water. I… almost forgot there were people watching.

    “Get back on your hands and knees where you belong, whore.” Breaker said pleasantly while they cleaned him. I could still hear the orgasmic bliss dripping from his tone. “I’ll take you back to our room now.”

    I paused as I stared at the unfinished drinks.I picked up the glass of clear liquid and handed it to breaker before picking up my own half empty glass. I held it up to him in a sign of cheers. “To the sadistic bastard that you are.” I knocked back the glass before pushing myself onto all fours again to follow him back to the room.

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