Perfectly Too Far (9 page)

With
a slow thrust, his plump cock slid into her from behind. Judith found
herself wondering what that felt like, after being tormented for so
long. To finally have such a hard length, filling her completely.

Wow,
I need to calm down!

Reaching
up, she wiped at the back of her neck, finding herself sweating.
Every inch of her felt alive, and still, she tingled more as she
watched the pair fucking on the table. He moved with purpose, holding
her jaw, talking or nibbling at her ear.

Judith
could see the blonde had no control, the one she kept calling
'Master' was able to pump into her at his leisure. He chose the
speed, the force, and the woman could only accept what he gave.

Judith
resisted a lusty hiss between her teeth when he gave a sudden, abrupt
shove; burying into the blonde so hard the impact of flesh on flesh
rang in the room.

She
was sure her own panties were soaked.

Again
and again, he held her down and used her body. Finally, he reached
back between her legs with his slippery gloves. The way the woman
suddenly squealed, Judith was positive the man had started rubbing
her clit.

Thinking
about how that would feel; being bent over, made to scream in front
of all these people. A man like that, strong and stoic, casually
fucking her, teasing her swollen button towards the pressure of
release.

I
wonder how that woman got into this situation?

Suddenly,
the blonde screamed, a hoarse sound that betrayed what had happened.
Her thighs quivered, before they seemed to grow weak. That man, he
thrust into her a few more times, letting her hair go so her head
could rest on the table.

She
came, didn't she? I just watched her, everyone watched her!

Her
own belly fluttered, flesh prickling with a growing ache. Watching
the man, his arms flexing, his rhythm slowing, she was confused when
he suddenly pulled free. His cock, hard and angry in the air, was
coiled in his fist. Rapidly, he jerked his own length, making
Judith's mouth water at the sight.

The
explosion of pearly liquid hit the woman's ass, coating her skin and
dripping down. Standing there, he rubbed the slippery head of his
dick on her body, then tucked it away into his trousers. With one
more final, crisp slap that made the blonde shout, and Judith gasp,
he turned to the people and smiled.

“
Another
girl completes the first phase. Opal, clean her up and untie her.
Make arrangements for her auction, we'll do it tomorrow night.”

“
Yes,
Master.” A woman, her hair a long woven raven braid, hurried up
and offered him a glass of something, then a small towel. She began
unbinding the blonde, washing away the ropes of cum on her skin as
she did so. The room rumbled to life, everyone starting to move
around and talk. It was like a spell had been broken, it reminded
Judith of a crowd after a movie had ended.

Turning
her head, she breathed in a few times to try and relax. That scene
had been intense, she could never have imagined such a thing existed
behind the red door above. Someone moved near her, people bustling to
exit down the tunnel. Judith felt herself bumped, she mumbled a quick
apology.

As
she twisted back around, the red-head found herself face to face with
the man and his black gloves. He held a glass, sipping it as he
seemed to study her. “Hello there, I don't believe we've met.
Are you new?”

“
Um,
uh,” she sputtered, wondering if she could melt into the crowd
and escape. “I... yes, this is my first time here.”

“
I
thought so, normally people should be in the room at the start of the
event. Late comers are discouraged,” he smiled, but he didn't
seem upset. Inclining his head, he gave her a once over. She wished
she could see his eyes. “I'm Master Onyx, and you are...?”

Shit
shit shit shit make something up!

“
Sparrow,”
she blurted, thinking of her last name, how people always compared it
to a bird flying.
Oh
gosh, that's a terrible name.
She
forced a smile, hoping he would go along with her lies. Onyx paused,
taking a drink before giving a gentle laugh.

“
Sparrow,
that's nice. This is your first time, you said? What about this place
brought you here? Curiosity, perhaps?” Something in his tone
implied wicked humor, making her cheeks warm.

“
Actually,
sort of, yes.”
Guess
I don't need to lie about everything.

“
Then,
did you see enough tonight to help you decide which path you would
choose?”

Judith
hesitated, worried she would give herself away if she revealed her
lack of knowledge. “I'm not sure. What path did you choose?”

“
Isn't
it obvious?” He laughed, as if she had made a joke. Flexing a
gloved hand between them, the surface shiny, creaking like leather,
he bent closer. “The life of a Dom is not for everyone, but I
knew right away. We have a few women who do it, but most here are
men.”

She
realized she had forgotten to breathe. His nearness, the reminder of
the show he had put on, was making her flustered. “Aha, right,
I see. So... the other choice, then, is more common for women?”

“
Indeed,”
he said. “Most become submissives. Well, if you decide, there
is a list at the door. Just sign your name on the right page,
indicating you'd like to begin training.” Judith thought, if
she could have seen his gaze, he would have winked. “I'd be
happy to teach you what it means, little Sparrow.”

Her
mouth opened, but no sound came out. He was so tall, hovering over
her, she thought she might be swallowed in his shadow. Suddenly,
someone else called out, clapping Onyx on the shoulder. “Sir,
come along, Helm would like to talk to you.”

Onyx
frowned, but only for a second. Nodding his head to Judith, he turned
and allowed himself to be led away. She breathed out, hard, leaning
on the wall to steady herself. That whole night so far had been
insane, she was ready to leave.

Turning,
Judith walked quickly from the room, heading out through the group of
people gathered in the main area. None of them spoke to her, and she
was grateful. Pushing through the heavy curtain, her eyes fell on the
small table by the archway.

The
clipboard, where people sign in... and make their choices, I suppose.

Peering
side to side, finding herself alone, she reached down and flipped
through the papers. Now that she knew what she was looking for, it
made more sense. There were lists, each of them labeled different
things.

Here
,
she tapped one of them. The top read 'New Subs.'
This
is where he told me to sign.
There
were only three names, Judith wondered if one of them had been the
blonde she had watched earlier.

Hesitating,
she imagined what it would be like to sign her name there, to put
down 'Sparrow' in that list. Would she end up tied to a table,
spanked and teased, as well?

Would
that man, Master Onyx, be the one to do it all to her?

Trembling,
she wrenched herself away and shook her head.
No,
get a grip. This isn't for you.

With
one last look at the clipboard, as well as the curtained arch, the
girl turned and ran up the stairs.

The
paint smudged along the wall, long strokes of ebony, smokey and rich.
Carefully, she added some loose swirls of yellow, creating a burst of
contrast. It seemed abrupt, a spark of color from the darkness. She
liked the effect.

Apparently,
so did Benedict.

“
That's
coming along nicely,” he said from her left. Shocked, Judith
spun, ocher paint splattering onto the man's stone grey jacket.

“
Oh
my gosh, Benedict!” Horrified, she reached for a rag, but he
only lifted his hands and chuckled.

“
Shh,
easy! It's fine,” he stated, studying the stain. “I
didn't mean to scare you, I was just appreciating your work.”

Her
expression smoothed, though she wasn't entirely convinced she hadn't
just ruined an expensive outfit. Setting the brush down on her
pallet, she offered him a frail smile. “It's fine, sorry, I'm
just a little... tired.”

Benedict
squinted at her, like he was trying to figure out what she meant. She
didn't like that, him being so curious, so she rubbed at her cheeks
and held back a yawn.

“
Well,”
he began, “I was going to talk to you about that. You've been
working very hard these past two days, I don't want you burning out
with late nights.”

The
memory of the night before, the cries of pleasure, the crack of palms
on smooth flesh, it sent a flicker of heat into her belly.
I'm
not tired from painting all night, I'm tired because I couldn't sleep
after...
In
her mind, she heard Onyx's voice, his promise.

She
shivered.

It
had been difficult to relax after everything she had seen behind the
red door. The sheets had been soaked in her sweat this morning.

Benedict
was still talking, she shook her head, making herself pay attention.

“
—
for
lunch. If that's alright.”

“
Wait,
what?” She stared, wishing she had heard everything he'd said.

“
I
mean, if you insist on not eating with me, I'll understand. But
getting away from this wall might do you some good.” His smile
was gentle, his eyes melting like ice.

He
wants to have lunch... with me?

“
Um,
sure, I'd like that. When do you want to do this?”

Laughing,
he reached into his pocket. The watch he pulled forth caught the
light, glittering like a sea of stars.
Holy
goodness how expensive is that thing,
she
wondered.

“
I
was thinking now, actually.”

“
Now?”
she asked.

“
Ms.
Flight, it's nearly after two, didn't you realize?”

Judith
hung her head, closing her eyes in defeat.
Where
has my mind been all day?
It
was a silly thing to ask herself, she knew where it had been.
Black
gloves, dark promises.