Perfectly Too Far (16 page)

Something
touched her spine, cool in comparison to her hot skin. It moved,
trailed down her soft rear, making her understand it was a hand.
A
glove, that's Onyx.
Her
suspicion was confirmed when he leaned over her, breathing in her
ear. “Did you have enough?”

“
Yes,
Master, I... please, I can't handle...”

“
You
could, if I wanted you to, correct?”

No,
she thought desperately, but she
only muttered, “yes.”

It seemed to please him, the straps around her thighs vanishing as he
removed the toy. The air felt good on her lower lips, but his
fingers, gentle and seeking, felt even better. Judith gasped,
anticipation flooding her at his expLorrainetion. “You're
soaked, little Sparrow, are you sure you're done? Or do you want
something else?”

“
I...
something else, Master.” It was hard to admit, knowing other
people would hear her, but she had been craving this since the first
time she'd witnessed this vision of a Dom. Seeing him tease that
blonde, drive her wild, and then finally fill her...

I
want it, I really do, please...

“
What
else?” he asked, spreading her cheeks, tracing her inner thighs
and the slickness that had dripped there. Internally, she battled
with saying it so bluntly. But her whole being was on fire, aching
for him to finally enter her. She'd tasted his cock last night, where
was the harm in giving in and saying she... she...

That
I need it? Is that it?

“
Answer
me, girl,” he growled, digging his fingers deeper into her
backside. Judith whimpered, especially when the pain only made her
yearn for more. “I want... I want your manhood, Master.”

“
Cock,”
he laughed, slapping her lightly, “say cock. You want my cock.”

“
Yes,”
she sobbed, “your cock, Sir!” Blushing furiously, Judith
was amazed how just uttering that word had made her pink button
twitch.

Onyx
peeled her lower lips apart, sliding his thumbs just along the
wetness inside. Inhaling sharply, she tried to encourage him to go
further, but she could only wiggle so much.

“
Tell,
me then,” he breathed, wicked and sensual. “Tell me you
want it. You know what I need to hear. Tell the whole room.”

She
knew what he was asking, it was true. Her mind bristled with the
memory of that night, the woman tied down like she was now,
whimpering at this man's touch, his every movement.
He
wants me to beg.
So she opened
her mouth, and did so without argument.

“
Please,
Master, I need it! God, I... I need you to fuck me, please, I'll do
anything!”

Onyx chuckled, a harsh sound that only hinted at his own throaty
lust. She wondered if he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
Bending low, he brought his teeth to her ear and gave a sharp nibble.
The pain made her grimace, but his words made her swoon.

“
I
know,” he stated, “I know you'll do anything, little
Sparrow.”

She didn't hear him free himself, she didn't know when he had slid
his cock out. Judith was only aware of that warm head, sliding up and
down her soaked folds, teasing her with its presence. Shuddering, she
gave a raw sounding shout, then squealed as he began filling her. His
length penetrated slowly, a fact she was both thankful for, and
frustrated by.

She wanted more, and didn't want to wait.

Onyx had been trying to teach her patience, but she wouldn't admit
she had very little right then. If she hadn't been tied down, she
would have thrust herself back onto him. Instead she groaned, tossing
her head and quivering as he sank further in.

Thick, his shaft spread her completely, thrilling her when she felt
him sink to the root. Onyx was inside of her, they both felt her
walls hugging him, craving more. Gently, he began stroking into her,
his gloves holding her hips tightly. His pace was careful, rhythmic,
taunting her with his ability to control himself.

How
can he be so calm? I'm going insane!

Again, he pumped into her, again, she cried out in bliss. She turned
her head to watch him, until he grunted harshly and frowned. “No,
look away, girl.” Disappointed, she closed her eyes, putting
her cheek to the table.

Her pouting was brief, her Master slammed into her wetness more
roughly. “Aah,” she gasped, amazed by how wonderful he
felt. Expertly, he reached below, the smooth texture of his gloves
stroking her swollen clit. Perfect little circles, the man knew her
body better than seemed logical.

He's
going to do it, he's going to make me cum again!

So worked up, so ready to finally be in the moment, Judith shivered
all over as the waves began to spread. Her muscles were taut,
gripping his cock as it stirred up her insides. Then he was there,
instructing her mere inches away, his nose tickling her temple.

“
Cum
for me, little Sparrow, show me how well you can obey.”

Like she was a song he knew by heart, an instrument far too familiar
in his acute hands, Judith felt him calling her orgasm to a
crescendo. Wet, deaf to her own screams, she shook on his cock as his
hard chest pressed into her back. So lost in the pleasure, she was
dimly aware of his shaft when it started to swell.

He's
going to finish in me!

In a panic, she opened her mouth to argue, but only another wanton
squeal escaped. At the last second, his member pulled free, the tepid
spurts of his semen landing on her lower back. Breathing heavy, she
relaxed on the table while the last of the aftershocks made her pussy
twitch.

I
can't believe it, did I really... did he...

Baffled, Judith heard someone speaking, and was sure it was Onyx.
Something touched her, damp and rough, sliding over her skin. Peeking
over her shoulder, she was dismayed when it wasn't the muscular man,
but a girl with long raven hair.

I've
seen her before... what was her name? Opal? She cleaned off the
blonde, too, that night.

Her ankles were freed, as well as her wrists, but she didn't move.
Everything ached, she was exhausted and wanted to rest. People were
talking around her, letting her catch snippets of conversation.

“
...be
wonderful, really...”

“
...yes,
I'm excited for the auction...”

“
...think
he'll go for her...”

“
...oh,
he never buys any of them...”

Gingerly,
she pushed herself up, weak and unable to stand without the aid of
the table. Holding the edge, she slid back and turned around,
fighting through a cloud of cotton as she regained her thoughts.
What
is everyone talking about, the auction?

“
Here,”
a female voice whispered. Judith turned to find the dark haired
woman. Smiling shyly, Opal offered the green dress and lingerie in
her arms. Taking it, Judith redressed quickly, conscious now of her
own nudity among strangers. Once more thankful for the masks they all
wore, she tied the gown into place. “Where did Onyx go?”

“
Master
Onyx,” the other girl corrected, “is talking to potential
buyers.”

“
Buyers?”

“
Yes,”
Opal nodded, her collar glinting in the light of a nearby lamp. “All
the new submissives are sold off to potential masters at the auction.
There's one tomorrow night, and Master Onyx plans to put you up
then.”

“
What?”
Blinking, Judith stepped back, her brain finally waking. “Tomorrow?
But I... I thought Master Onyx was, you know, my Dom?”

The other woman gave an indulgent smile. “No, Master Onyx likes
to train the girls, but he never takes any as his own. Someone else
will buy you, but don't worry, all the masters are very excited about
you.”

Judith
hardly heard her, she was looking around for Onyx, her heart racing
madly.
No, there's no way I'd go with someone else. It's
him... him that I...

Halting her thoughts, scared where they might go, she ignored Opal
and hurried through the crowd. Brushing past everyone, each person
becoming just a blur, Judith moved down the tunnel and into the main
room. Whipping her head side to side, she finally spotted him. He was
standing by the man she recognized as Helm, wrapped in conversation.

She didn't know what she had planned, only that she was suddenly in
front of him. Her hands were clenched at her sides, making her sure
her expression was giving away her sense of hurt. Onyx and Helm both
paused, staring at her with curious frowns.

“
You
can't auction me off,” she blurted.

At once, several things happened. Helm moved his arm, and she knew he
was about to hit her. Something else grabbed her by the hair first,
forcing her away from the slap, into the ground instead. Yelping from
the sharp pain in her scalp, she understood her cheek was being
shoved into the rug. On her knees, her hands grabbed desperately for
the arm holding her.

Onyx was faster, and stronger, than she even imagined. His other hand
grabbed her wrists, holding them still, leaving her helpless in his
captivity. Judith thought, blindly in her shock, that she should keep
struggling. His voice was near her, close enough that his breath
warmed her cheek. The tone he used was frightening, for it was
placid, emotionless.

“
Did
you honestly,
honestly
,
just walk up and and tell me what I couldn't do, little Sparrow?”

She
opened her mouth to argue, but he squeezed her hair, making her
scream briefly instead. When she quieted, he pressed on. “It
seems I was mistaken, thinking you were ready to be a Sub. I don't
enjoy being embarrassed like this, girl. I have rules, and they are
always
to be taken
seriously.”

Rules,
she thought, something tugging
at her memory.

“
It
looks like I might need to put you through more training instead of
auctioning you tomorrow, which will disappoint many of the other Doms
here. Do you know how that makes me look?” Onyx lifted her
head, turning her so their noses almost brushed. Through the holes in
his mask, she caught a glimpse of his eyes.

They were boiling with anger, bright and alive with a sense of
indignation. They terrified her with how piercing they were, how
perfectly blue. All at once, she recognized them.

No...
it can't be, he...

All those times he had touched her, the way he had spoken to her,
commanded her... when he had made her strip, and made her beg. To
have bent her over, and mere moments ago, slid his cock into her
hungry body...

All along, it had been Benedict.

He pushed her down, rough and uncaring. “You're lucky the
evening is over. Tomorrow, we'll take your training to a new level,
rub out this
ridiculous
defiance you have. Go, leave me be.”

Pressing
her forehead to the floor, Judith stared at the rug with wide open
eyes, shaking all over.
He doesn't know it's me. He didn't
realize, but I... I know. I know they're the same person now. What do
I do?

On
weak legs, she knelt, looking up at him and his turned back.
This
man that I've been craving, that I've been willing to do the most
impossible things for. He's Benedict Vance?

How
can that be?

Unsure what else to do, her chest thrumming with anxiety, Judith
turned, falling through the purple curtains. Grateful there was no
one around, and knowing, now, that she couldn't possibly run into her
boss upstairs, she passed through the red door without that
particular fear. On wobbling legs, she climbed the stairs to her
room, and collapsing on her bed in a heap.

Those blue eyes smoldered in her brain, reminding her of what she
would have to face tomorrow. Even if she didn't return to the dungeon
below, even if she only stayed to finish her painting, she would
still have to see him.

To listen to his words, to see the hands that had spanked her, as
well as teased her pink slit.

The man she had told her friend she was falling for, and the man she
had denied wanting, were one and the same.

How
did this happen, and what am I going to do now?

The
shower almost scalded her skin, but still, it wasn't enough.

Judith
hung her head, red-hair streaming down like wet fire, eyes watching
the water run down the drain.

It'd
be nice if my memories, and my worries, could just go down there too,
she
thought. Leaning on the tile, the young woman closed her lids and
tried to get a grasp on her mind.

After
last night, after that one brief glance behind the mask of the man
she'd been falling for, everything had been ruined. Her head ached
with the image of those cold eyes; blue as sapphires, just as hard.

Why.
Why did I have to see. Why did it have to be him?

As
much as she had questioned her decision to allow her secret lover to
get as close as he had, when threatened by being denied more of him,
told that despite all of the things he had taught her, it would be
someone else who would claim her at the... the...