Swept Away: The First Bloodline (24 page)

             
Phil reached to the bedside table pulling out lube and generously applied it to his dick.  It looked more like he was masturbating then lubing up.  Then he took the tube and placed its opening to her rectum.  He pushed in slightly and squeezed. 

             
When he was satisfied enough was there, he chunked the tube to the floor and guided the head of his cock into her leisurely.   Stopping as the rim of him breached past her sphincter.  He pulled out and her rectum mimicked an O, opening and closing as if it was winking at the aching invader.

             
Then all at once he rammed himself to the hilt of her.  She screamed out as Taylor could only imagine the pain of his violent thrust caused great waves of burning, ripping pain.  Slowly he started to move again, out and in.

             
They began to move in a perfect rhythm.  As Greg was pulling out, Phil was entering and vice versa.  Phil rubbed her back.  Like he was giving her a deep tissue massage. 

             
“Damn baby you’re so tight.  I can’t hold out much longer Phil, you close dude?”

             
“Yep, Babe?”

             
“Yes.  Keep going.  Harder. Faster.  Fuck me.  Please I’m begging you.”  Both men began the brutal appearing assault, thrusting quicker than Taylor thought was even remotely possible and hard enough that she could hear the pounding of their sexes.  She again tightened and called out in the pleasure that she appeared to have received from her part in the scene.

             
Greg followed quickly behind her and then Phil stilled as his release raced through him.

             
Taylor looked at Damien wondering if she could tell how he felt about his scene.  His eyes were closed tightly.  “Are you ok?”

             
“Yes.  Red.”  Even through his whisper she could hear his tightness.

             
“Oh.”  She realized this had affected him just as much as it had her.  Only the ability to hide the arousal was easier for her.

             
“Do you want me to do anything?”  Taylor questioned him know that his eyes could not be seen by others.  She really didn’t know what she could do at this particular moment but she would try for him.

             
“No.”  He answered her question quick and hard.

             
Damn I was only trying to help.  So be it then.  Deal with it on your own. 
With the thought just registering to her brain he opened his eyes.  Dark brown.

             
“Thank You.”  Now he was tender with his words. 

             
“Your emotional roller coaster is confusing to me you know?”  Taylor wanted to scream at him but managed to maintain her whisper as she turned back to the scene.  The men were gently cleaning up her sex now.  When they had finished they led her back off the stage together without removing her blindfold. 

             
Taylor wondered if the woman had known she was in a public scene.

             
People began to exit the room. Taylor waited for Damien to stand but he didn’t, instead he leaned in toward her.  “No she didn’t.  But that was what she wanted.  She wanted to be involved in a scene, but she didn’t want to know when it was happening.  They have been planning this for months.  Blindfolding her each and every time they united.”

             
“Oh.”  Taylor was shocked.  Then Damien stood taking her with him as he exited the room.  Taylor thought they would return to the main room and wait for another scene.

Chapter Thirteen

              The door opened but instead of going in he pulled her off to the side.  Damien didn’t say anything as he stared at her.  Taylor seen a hint of worry in his eyes. 
Why are you worried? 
He shook his head no and I knew that was her cue to remain quiet.

             
After everyone had entered the room his mouth opened.  “This is where I am afraid you will have difficulty.  While this scene is in play, do not speak to me.  I will need to concentrate on your emotions so if you respond negatively quickly, I am tuned completely in and can control you before you respond verbally or physically.”

             
Taylor couldn’t speak so she nodded.  She knew that whatever was about to happen was bad enough that it had Damien concerned greatly.  His fingers remained entwined with hers as he tightened his grip.

             
The curtain pulled back and again a woman was restrained spread eagle in the same contraption that was used in the first scene.  Her face was red and Taylor could see the tracts that the tears she had shed, had left through her makeup.

             
She quickly turned to Damien waiting for an explanation.  She’s angry.  He just looked at her with stern eyes.  Warning eyes.  Eyes that ignited a ball of rage inside of her.

             
OR WHAT, YOU GONNA PUT ME ON DISPLAY LIKE THAT AS WELL!!!!!!  IS THIS WHAT REALLY MAKES YOUR CLOCK TICK?  PIG!

             
His eyes closed quickly.  Taylor could see the force of his face as if he was giving his all to remain composed.  She knew in the deepest part of her heart this was not his fault but for him to bring her there and then to expect her to watch a display of humility that obviously the woman on stage did not want, made him no more of a man than the one who had tied the woman up.

             
A man appeared on stage standing quietly behind the woman.  His entire body was covered in black leather form his head to his toes.  The only part of his body Taylor could see was a slight bit of flesh around his eyes and mouth.

             
“Bianca.  Tell everyone here what you did.”  He screamed at her scaring Taylor.  Damien’s hand was immediately on her knee squeezing.  His eyes remained tightly closed. 

             
“I disobeyed your number one rule.  The rule that you have explained to me on more than one occasion is unforgivable, Sir.”

             
“What was the rule that you broke?”

             
“I went behind your back, entered into another club and pretended to be a Domme Sir.”

             
“Why would you do that Bianca?”

             
“Because I wanted to see what it felt like, Sir.”

             
“And what does it feel like?”

             
“I don’t like it, Sir.”

             
“Ah.  Did you sleep with another man or woman?”

             
“No, Sir.”

             
“Did you sexually involve yourself with another man?”  His voice tightened when he asked her.

             
“Yes, Sir.”

             
“Have you begged me to punish you for your indiscretions?  And did you choose this as your punishment?”

             
“Yes, Sir.  I chose my own punishment, Sir.”

             
“Did I try to talk you out of this form?” 

             
“Yes, Sir.” 

             
“Is it agreed that after this night is over, all is forgotten and forgiven?”

             
“Yes, Sir.”  Her voice was shaking as her tears began to fall.

             
“How many?”

             
“Five, Sir.”

             
“Why five?  Tell them why you have chosen five?”

             
“Because I engaged in sexual acts with five different men, Sir.”

             
Bianca had cheated on him not once but five different times.  But that was still no excuse Taylor thought. 
Why would she choose this?

             
He walked to a shelf and pulled a whip from it. 
Holy hell!
 

Taylor’s breathing was increasing.   She couldn’t stand it.  She couldn’t sit there and watch this.  Damien tightened his hand on her knee.  She quickly turned to him.  His eyes bright as he stared at her shaking his head no.

Taylor’s mouth opened but remembered not to say anything.  She tried to stand but couldn’t.  Her body was again under his control.

             
Damn you!  I want to go home.  I want to leave.  And when I get there so help me God you ever come around me again I will, I will, I will, do something. 

Her head turned back against her will.  She had no choice but to watch.

              The Domme pulled the whip in the air cracking it sharply. 

Taylor’s heart pounded against her chest.  She felt as if she was about to give back the liquid courage she had drank freely earlier. 

“You will count each one so that you know how many you are away from our beginning.  Understood?”  Apologetic words.  Regret.  Taylor heard emotions in his voice she hadn’t expected to hear.

             
He shook his head, pulled the whip back and crack.  She screamed out in agony.

“One
, Sir.” .  A pause.  Crack. 

She scream
ed “Two, Sir.”  Pause. 

Crack.  “Three
, Sir.”  Pause.  Crack. 

“Four
, Sir.”  Pause.  Crack.

“Five
, Sir.” 

             
Taylor’s body jolted and coiled and she was frozen as she orgasmed with restraint.  She tried to fight it off with the anger she felt at Damien for causing this reaction.  But it didn’t work.  She was frozen, watching the scene in front of her, even as her body fought for freedom to react. 

Taylor
watched the Domme throw the whip to the floor as soon as the last crack was heard.  He released her and held her in his arms, carrying her off stage as if he were cuddling a new born baby.  Which just made this entire situation even worse for Taylor.

Taylor
listened to remarks from the room being made as the people exited. 

“Brave that one.”  A man implie
d. 

“She must really love him.”  A woman suggest
ed to the man that walked with her.

“We’re gonna have to try that next time.”  A man tease
d the woman with him.

When the room ha
d cleared and it was only Damien and Taylor left he released her.  She turned to him staring at him.  Her hand flew up attempting to slap the piss out of him but his hand caught her wrist.  His eyes turned instantly red. 

“Red doesn’t scare me anymore.” 
Taylor threw at him.  She wanted to scream but she could only speak in a mere whisper.

“It should.”  He warn
ed.

“Why did you do that to me?  Why?”

“I didn’t.”  He cocked his head to the side.

Her eyes
opened wide. 
Bullshit.  There is no way. 

“That was all you Sweet
.” I’m sick and sadistic.  Oh my God.
 

Tears fill
ed her eyes and began sheeting down her cheeks.  For the first time her mind went completely blank.  She fell back into her seat with her hands covering her face.  Crying frenziedly didn’t come close to the lamented act of her body at this point.

She
remained aware of his presence.  Why didn’t he just fix her and be done with it?  Why did he just stand there and watch her feel like this?  Why did he let himself feel this?  Why did he bring her here to begin with?  Is this what he wants from her?  Her mind began working again with question after question rolling through it.

“Sweet.  You are overthinking things.  I haven’t altered your feelings because you needed to understand them.  I am standing here because I don’t want my touch to make you think that I am doing something to you again.  I brought you here because this is what you fantasized the most about.  And yes, I want this.”

“So you do want to whip me like that?”  Taylor looked up at him.

“No.  I don’t want to whip you like you just witnessed.  But what you don’t understand is neither did the Domme in this scene.  He did that for her.”

“You’re right.  I don’t understand that.  Why would anyone ask for that?”

“Why would you orgasm?”  He question
ed knowing the answer to that.  “Let me get you a drink.  You’ll feel better.”  Taylor knew he was right.