Wrecked (The Blackened Window) (35 page)

“Arms up, little girl.”

I shifted around to get my arms up over my head and Xander tied my wrists as well. The binds cinched into my skin and my brain relaxed, giving up worry.

I trust him. Nothing will harm me.

The wave of acceptance washed over me and my fear evaporated. When the first strike came against her body, I heard the smack at the same time that her body jerked against me and she moaned, dripping more drool on me. I knew it was Seraphim hitting her because Xander was still standing with us.

Excitement gleamed in his eyes. “Green?”

He was asking me to trust him, to allow myself to be taken somewhere without knowing the plan. Curiosity and fear churned in my chest. Then, just like that the bewilderment settled and my nerve steeled. I wanted him to be proud of me, here on his turf, in front of everyone. I wanted to please him. I wanted to make his blank face smile.

But more than any of that,
I
wanted to know. I wanted to know what it would be to be in it, in the middle of it. “Green.” I smiled at him. He stepped away and my eyes shifted to the more experienced submissive’s. She smiled at me, and only looked marginally insane, smiling with her tongue compressed between wooden clothespins.

And the onslaught started.

Seraphim and Xander must have been standing on either side of her because the strokes were coming too fast for it to be just one person punishing her. She braced her body, groaning against the pain. After a handful of strikes, a rhythm evolved—they alternated sides of her body and she rocked against me, side-to-side. We were skin on skin, sharing the same air, her face filling my vision. It was incredibly intimate, being that close to someone as they were punished, beaten. I saw each nuance of her pain, of her evolving lust and pleasure.

It went on for what felt like a long time, but may have only been a few minutes. When they stopped, she was panting and slumped against me. Our breasts pressed together and she dropped her head back, a grin on her face.

Xander was right there, his face next to hers, speaking in her ear, but looking at me. “That was just a warm-up for my arm. Don’t tell me you’re already tired?”

She turned her head to him, an eyebrow cocked up. “Kith my ath.”

“Kiss your ass? With a whip maybe.” He stepped away with a sly smile still on his face. I had a wild rush of jealousy that she had made him smile like that.

The room was visible over her shoulder and there was a small crowd watching two subs tormented by two Dominants. Xander and Seraphim were conferring and he stepped back with a strap. It looked like a belt with no buckle. I hissed a breath in and A’s eyes whipped to mine a beat before the first crack met her ass. She held my gaze, like she couldn’t look away, as nine more strokes fell on her. With each one her eyes would widen for a moment and her body would tense as she sucked in her breath. Her upper lip glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. When the final stroke snapped against her skin, she slumped against me again, this time dropping her head on my shoulder. That gave me a very clear view of the room. There was a handful of people watching, some of whom made eye contact with me, their faces passive or alive with some sort of frenzy in-check.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered. “This is fucking crazy.”

I glanced around to find Xander, intending to call
Red
because it was just too much, too ridiculous, just too fucking crazy. But when I found him off to the side at a table with Seraphim, pulling instruments from her assortment, he looked different, vital in a way I hadn’t really seen before, relaxed, smiling. He turned, his gaze finding mine, eyes hardening. He squared his shoulders to me and the sharp passion, the power, the fury in him stole my breath, settling over and into me. I didn’t want to stop this.

I focused on my own body, my breasts wet with my partner in torment’s sweat and saliva, my abdomen pressed tight against her. My pussy clenched in on itself and dampened my thighs, leaving me sticky. I flashed back to our sex in the stairwell and his comment about dripping from me.

Another wave of God-knows-what—submission, endorphins, subspace—whatever—hit in force and the tension dissipated. I didn’t care that these people were watching this bizarre degradation. I wanted the intensity. I wanted Xander’s fury and power to subsume me. I felt my face flush and my expression changed, tension leaving my neck and jaw. I saw it reflected in him as he stepped toward us. I could tell he knew my fear had dropped away—or at least changed to something exciting and pleasurable. He pressed his body tight against A, who in turn was pressed into me. He grabbed the back of my head and delivered a tight, hard kiss, over her shoulder.

“You know what I just thought about, little girl? How wet I bet you are right now.”

I surprised myself by my answer, a bright, “Me too!” And A giggled.

“Don’t pretend you’re not drenched too, cunt. I see you grinding up on my girl.” Xander reached between us and pinched her lower lip until she moaned. And as she whined, he brought his other hand around to my side and traced his fingers over the curves of my hip and waist, his thumb brushing roughly over my breast. Xander’s gaze locked on mine, but he leaned toward her ear, his words measured and dripping with malice as he said, “You’re such a whore.”

He was actually talking to her, but for a moment it felt like he had said it to me and I caught myself getting a rush of sweet-tinged shame.

He stepped away, but it was only a short break before he started in with the flogger. After several strokes on her butt, he started on her legs. She moaned and ground into me. The tendrils of the flogger wrapped around her thigh with each stroke and moved air over my legs too. A few strokes later, whether intentionally or not, he changed his stroke and the tips of the strands clipped my thigh. I jumped. He must have seen my movement, because he paused and appeared at my side.

“You okay? What happened?” He looked worried.

“I’m fine. It just clipped me a little.” I shrugged, not wanting to alarm him, but drinking his face and concern in. In truth, the sting was fading to delicious, lovely warmth, making me more aware of the sensations all over my body.

“Yeah?” Seeing that I was just fine, his gaze darkened a bit. “Did you like it?” And before I answered, “Let’s try a little more.”

He stepped away. Before I was ready, the flogger came down on her again, but a longer portion of the falls hit my inner thigh this time. Before that fully registered, he started raining down blows on us. She was, by far, bearing the brunt of it, but both of us were twitching, hissing and moaning.

After a few more minutes, Seraphim stepped up and removed the clothespins from her tongue. She screamed as the blood rushed back to her tongue. Xander had paused and stepped to our other side, checking in with us. He slid his hand between our bodies, down to the space between our pubic bones, and yanked my skirt up so my upper thighs and panties were bared, visible between her widely spread legs.

I felt an internal echo of an objection, but it was quiet and distant and I didn’t want to listen to it. I said nothing and he started in again with the flogger. The ends of the flogger’s strands flicked against my bare skin. It stung in a way I hadn’t experienced before and it was so close to the line of my panties that I was panting. With each strike, my co-sub now moaned loudly then slumped into me. Xander paused again in his ministrations. While he paused, she looked up at me, fire in her eyes.

“Do you like it?” she whispered. There was sweat running down her cheeks and mascara ran down her face, washed away in her tears.

“Yes,” I peeped.

“Me too.” She leaned her face forward to mine and laid a soft sweet kiss on my lips. “I like it more, like this, with you.” She pressed her body into mine again, free of the pain now. She breathed more quickly and her pubic bone ground against me. Just as I started to grind back into her and craned my neck up to kiss her again, Seraphim’s voice shattered the moment.

“I hear you talking, Thing.” She smacked her ass. Thing closed her eyes and moaned, biting her lip. “No one wants to hear you. Shut up.”

Seraphim started to walk away, but before she was out of earshot, Thing winked at me and said, “Hey, Seraphim, go fuck yourself.”

Seraphim stomped back to us and grabbed her by the throat, stretching her back against her restraints. “Gag, plug, clamps, what else are you going to make me do to you?”

When Seraphim released her, her face was red and she gasped. Seraphim stepped away and she leaned forward to kiss me again, her tongue just invading my mouth when Seraphim returned with a ball that she shoved in her mouth. There were straps attached that Seraphim secured behind her head. She grabbed her throat again, pulling her back to place nipple clamps. These were different than other ones I had seen. They screwed down onto her nipples and Seraphim tightened them until the dusky skin blanched. Thing groaned against her gag. Seraphim held a bulbous black rubbery butt plug in front of our faces, pulling a condom on it.

“Leda, open your mouth,” she snapped. I obeyed without thinking, because she was a scary bitch. She jammed the plug in my mouth. “Good girl. Thing, you should be taking notes from this little bitch.” She swirled the plug around in my mouth and I was vaguely disgusted that anybody’s ass toy was in my mouth. At least it had a clean condom on it, but it tasted gross. She pulled it out of my mouth, trailing my saliva down my chin, and pressed it into Thing’s ass.

Seraphim was back at our faces. “You know I love you, but I won’t tolerate this behavior anymore. Either you belong to me and behave or I’m done with you. I want you to think about that while Xander finishes with you. I’m going out to meet new people.”

That threat was a shock and the slave looked frantic. Tears welled in her eyes and she tried to talk through the gag, her voice plaintive. With that, Seraphim stepped away and Xander started back with the strap again. He continued to place strokes in a way that the tip would flick around to my thighs and it hurt so much more.

After a few more strikes, I was starting to squirm and grit my teeth against the pain, and my co-sub was openly screaming into her gag, tears streaming down her face. Xander paused and we slumped against each other, laying our heads on each other’s shoulders. I looked up at Xander. He had pulled his shirt off and was conferring with Seraphim, who hadn’t actually walked away. She was handing him something and had an expression of complete glee on her face. Xander turned and, seeing me watching, put his finger to his lips as he walked toward us.

“Okay, girl-thing, I can tell you’re looking at my girl, looking for sympathy. Not gonna happen. You’re all alone and now even Seraphim has left you here—with me. No more looking to Leda for solace.” He slipped a blindfold over her eyes and she screamed again into the gag, shaking her head from side to side.

After a few moments, Seraphim walked up to us as well, now barefoot so her boots wouldn’t clack against the concrete floor. She had a cane and caned Thing’s inner thighs and pussy a handful of times, until she was shaking and crying, screaming almost continuously into her gag. Abruptly Seraphim stopped, dropping the cane.

I immediately felt her fingertips brush against my panties as she started playing with A’s pussy. Thing moaned and squirmed against her hand and it was unclear to me if she knew it was Seraphim or thought it was Xander. Then the Mistress paused, giving her a break, but not releasing us. After a few minutes, she was back with a small plastic device that had straps all over it. She held it up next to her slave’s ear and flicked a switch that set it buzzing. Her hands were between us, strapping it onto Thing’s pussy, presumably directly on her clit by the way she reacted. As she was doing that, Xander came to our other side.

“Little girl, still green?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know about her. She’s taken a lot tonight.”

“Well, Thing? Gonna give up yet? Flick me off if you want me to stop.” He paused, looking at her hands, to see if she was giving him the finger, but her hands were knotted into tight balls. “All right, well, Leda was telling me that she might be interested in wax play, so I have a few candles lit over here. Ready to start again, girls?” She nodded weakly, breathing raggedly through her nose. I looked at him, eyes wide, my own breathing shaky. “Let’s switch things up a bit.”

He reached up and untied her hands, but left my hands and both of our feet tied. He strapped a restraint around her waist, attaching it to the wall on either side, so she could only bend backward, but couldn’t actually get too far. She stretched out while she had the chance, inadvertently grinding her vibrating pussy against mine and I gasped in surprise. She heard me, paused then started grinding on me, trying to get me off with her. She stood and laid her head on my shoulder, unable to kiss me with the gag in, but her hands started roaming over my breasts, lightly at first.

Xander stood back, watching this, and I met his eyes. He gestured as if to say,
please go ahead
. So, while holding his gaze, I dropped my mouth down to her neck and started kissing and licking her. She moaned hard, arched up against me and squeezed my nipple between her fingers. I shut down all doubtful thoughts and started grinding with her, our moans mingling. Her excitement was building, and she whipped her hips at me, harder now, grunting. Xander slowly walked to us, holding a pillar candle and my gaze. He approached, directly behind her.

“God, you have
no shame.
Fucking grinding on my girl like some bitch in heat. So fucking dirty.”

She moaned at his voice and leaned her body back against him.

His free hand slipped around to her throat, but he still held my gaze. “I don’t want either of you to come until I allow it. Do you both understand?”

She nodded but was shaking and whimpering.

It was too much and I looked up at Xander, gasping, “Soon please?”

The flash of emotions across his face was too fast to read, but I saw softness, pleasure, pride, joy then sternness again. He flexed his hand on her throat and pulled her backward, taking an entire step back, so she bent completely backward. This drove the little vibrator on her clit against my pussy as well. I involuntarily arched my hips to maximize the pressure and started grinding into her. Xander nudged his knee up against her butt, pressing on her welts and the butt plug but also driving us together harder. I let out a loud cry and he started pulsing his knee against her.