The Billionaire's Son 6 : Initiation (A BDSM Erotic Romance) (Billionaire Erotica) (4 page)

***

I peered through the crack in the door, not believing what was occurring right before my very eyes. The scene on the over-sized table was so scandalous; I couldn't gaze upon it for long without looking away in embarrassment. Mostly, my eyes focused on Derek in complete disbelief.

He had a dreamy look on his face as woman after naked woman writhed
and grinded
against his body. Jealousy and hurt slashed through my gut like a knife.
What man wouldn't enjoy so much explicitly sexual attention?
Still, he seemed to be completely in his element. He was a wealthy playboy, after all. My eyes stung as they welled with tears of bitterness and anger. I
had mistakenly
thought I could be
everything to
Derek
.
That the sexy playboy would n
ever look at another
wom
a
n a
gain
.

A tap on my shoulder had me spinning around guiltily. The man in the rubber suit shook his finger at me. "You'll get your turn. But now, you're not to see your owner until the Initiation. Back to the room with you."

He led me back to the small room by leash.
I had been h
oled up in this windowless room
since I had
first
arrived at the house.
When I had made my decision to sneak into the Initiation, it had seemed like a good idea.
I was worried that Derek would
ruin
his chance, as the elder member suggested, by not having his 'slave' present. And I
really
wanted him to find his ex-girlfriend, Elise, so that he could put everything behind him and move on, p
referably with me by his side.

However, if I were truthful with myself, T
he Club secretly fascinated me
,
as much as it repelled me. I had nev
er before been exposed to such
flagrant sexuality
on display
. I
was
obsessed by the idea of
exposing myself to new sexual experiences and
shockingly
turned on
by the sights
and sounds
of the debauchery
surrounding me
.
Now
, seeing Derek
so thoroughly enjoy getting his
cock sucked
by another woman
,
I wasn't so sure
if I should have come
.
Derek seemed to be
doing
just fine
without me.

I tugged at my rope harness. As soon as Alfred had seen me at the front door, he had led me to this tiny room.
He had questioned why I hadn't arrived with Derek, or 'Mr. Blackstone', but seemed to accept my story that Derek had sent me early.
Soon afterward,
a 'handler'
,
as I had heard the rubber-suited men
called, had entered the room to fast
en the harness around my body.

Once again,
I was back in the small room waiting. My imagination ran wild thinking about what Derek was doing.
What would he do when he saw me here?
Would he be angry
o
r
would
he want me
to join in the h
edoni
stic activities
? And did I really want to or did I want him all to myself?

The time passed slowly.
As each minute ticked by, my doubts grew leaps and bounds. Could I handle whatever was asked of me? I
had fantasized for days that
the initiation would involve Derek demanding my sexual obedience, possibly in front of an audience. The idea had frightened and
thrilled
me beyond reason. Now
directly
confronted with
all the possibilities
, insecurities settled in
to my gut like a brick
.

When my handler finally came to collect me, I was shaking like a leaf.
He led me by leash, down a hall toward the back of the manor
. We paused at a closed door.

"This is where the ritual is taking place. I have to put this sack over your head so you won't see anything except blackness. Don't panic, you will able to breath
unrestricted
. I will lead you into the room and you are to kneel on the floor and obey all further instructions. Do you understand that?"

I nodded my head. Derek would be in the room, but I would not be able to see him. Would he recognize me with the black bag over my head? The handler slipped the mesh-like bag over my head and clipped it securely all around my collar. There were some small gaps
that
let in some dim light, so that I could see the black material of the bag
in front of my eyes
, but nothing beyond.

A moment's panic set in.
What if they bound me?
I felt
vulnerable
already, not being able to see. Almost
simultaneous to the helplessness, came a pang of lust. I wasn't sure what was coming, but my body
seemed eager
to find out.

The handler knocked softly on the door three times. I listened intently and heard the door swinging open. A hand on my arm propelled me forward. We walked about ten steps before I felt a strong hand on my shoulder, pushing me down to the floor. I heard whispers and the shuffling of feet all around me as I knelt on the floor, waiting.

My nipples tightened into hard little nubs as I imagined all eyes on my naked body.
The rope harness lifted and highlighted my breasts. Was Derek staring at my breasts now? Along with dozens of other men? I felt a powerful ache deep in my pussy and felt the insane urge to touch myself.

I waited silently; my anticipation growing as time ticked by slowly. I heard less whispering, but stealthy movements around me. Quiet, but urgent
,
grunts and groans
resonated
all around me. At times, I heard what seemed to be an almost rhythmic slapping sound with a growing intensity. As the shuffling sound increased so did the groaning. Soon, it was quite obvious that the sounds were sexual in nature. Were people having sex all around me?

When the situation
rose to an
almost climatic
level
around me, the moaning and grunting so loud and
apparent
, a voice which I thought was Ethan's rang out, "Slave, raise your hands high above your head to accept The Club and signify your loyalty to us above all others."

I raised my hands high
,
as instructed
,
still not sure what was happening until I felt the first
squirt of semen hit my breasts. Warm sticky
fluid
rained on me from all sides
-
h
itting my back and ass cheeks, coating my breasts and stomach, and even some hitting the hood covering my face and hair.

It took several minutes for all the participants to ejaculate on me. I remained with my hands raised, picking at my emotions. I should feel enraged to be humiliated by these men. Objectified and degraded beyond anything I had ever experienced in my life. But, curiously I felt nothing but slightly disgusted by the physical sensation of the act.
Maybe I was just too numb right now.
And I was almost desperate to find out what was going on with Derek. Had he unloaded on me too? Did he even
know it was
me?

Moments later, I felt hands pulling me up. I stood on shaky legs and was led out of the room. Outside the door, the handler
removed the hood from my head. I looked at my body dripping with sticky semen, but thankfully
the hood had spared my face and hair
.

My handler wiped a thick dollop of
semen
off my breast
, massaging my nipple in the process,
and laughed. "Katia. You're a good girl. This
load
was
mine."

I couldn't tell if he were joking or if what he said was even possible for him with that rubber costume on. I shrugged it off, but not before feeling a pang of excitement in between my legs. The night's activities had left
me longing for
Derek's touch
.

Once again, the rubber-suited man led me down the hallway
.
Halfway down, we turned and
entered a spacious room, mostly empty, but dotted with lounge chairs and settees throughout. Other slaves, dressed like myself, lounged on the small sofas and divans. I recognized some from the orgy on the dining room table, especially the blonde lady who had monopolized Derek's lap. They looked slightly disheveled and infinitely bored, but none spoke a word.

Several women openly looked me over, but no one approached me. I kept against the wall in the large room, what I guessed was
once
a traditional ballroom, staying out of the way and wondering what would happen next.

When no one seemed to pay any
more
attention to me, I surreptitiously moved close to a window
,
curtained in long thick material. I was able to wipe most of the sticky blobs off my body onto the curtain with no
one being the wiser. I still felt dirty, but at least I wasn't
dripping
.
After at least an hour, when my nerves started wearing off due to sheer boredom, one of the rubber-suited men entered the room.

"Look lively, pets. Remember to show our new Initiate special attention tonight."

With his announcement, the slaves all stood up and began adjusting their hair and costumes in anticipation. A nervous energy seemed to buzz inside me. All eyes turned toward the closed double-door entrance to the ballroom.

Within moments the door swung open and a group of rowdy men, all dressed in the long brown robes with the strange life-like animal masks, spilled into the room. Noise and revelry filled the room that had been strangely silent moments before. I strained to spot Derek amidst the pack of men. Finally, as the men started dispersing somewhat
to
fondl
e
some of the slaves, I noticed a small group of men surrounding Derek, who was splayed out
nude
on a
chaise lounge
.

I hung back in the shadows as I watched Derek's head lolling backward, as a
woman with
long brunette hair bobbed up and down between
hi
s legs.
Derek's mouth hung slack as his eyes glazed over with passion. Another woman slinked up to Derek's sofa and began
rubbing her pussy near his open mouth.

I wanted to approach Derek
, but I was too
intimidated and scared of his reaction.
Jealous and timid, I stayed back. But more than anything,
I wan
ted to be the one all over him.

The moment passed however as a robed man in a b
ison
mask approached Derek. The man removed his mask as he knelt down to talk to
him
. It was Ethan
. I watched as they spoke for several moment
s
. Suddenly, Ethan turned his head to stare
directly at me as he spoke to Derek. Derek, who now had two women crawling all over his body, seemed to nod his agreement to whatever Ethan had asked. A predatory smile lit Ethan's features as he
leer
ed across the room at me.

***

Derek lay pressed against the sofa, barely registering a word Ethan said to him. Two ladies were rubbing their bodies all over his and it felt too damn good to liste
n to Ethan jabbering on and on.

While the actual Initiation was kind of boring, the pre and post-party had turned out to be fantastic. After getting sexed up by the slaves and watching their astonishingly
erotic
performances on the
dining room table
, the Initiation was a letdown. It consisted mostly of a bunch of robed men chanting and
performing a ritualistic ceremony that
Derek
didn't understand. His brain was too cloudy to listen to the words of the oath he repeated
,
or care when his finger was pricked and his blood stamped onto a parchment.

He remembered the members offering him a chalice, welcoming him into the upper echelons of The Club. He faked a sip because he suspected that he was being drugged. He
might
have
had
one piece of sanity left, but now that the Initiation was over, he could fully enjoy the celebration without any worry.
But wasn't there something that Derek was supposed to be doing?
He tried to search his mind.
Julia
?
Finding Elise
?
But Julia was safe at home and Elise wasn't here.
So fuck it, he was going to enjoy himself.
Buried deep, alarm bells were sounding in his head. But when the fingers tugging at his balls slipped further back, pressing into him, the tenuous train
of thought was lost.

The sensations of the woman's lips sucking on his cock
made his body buzz all over. He wondered at the feeling he had never felt before, it was
as
if
the skin
all over
his body
was vibrating with pleasure. He opened his mouth, wanting to accept the tits that kept grazing past his line of vision, when he realized that Ethan was still talking to him.
Damn, what will make that man go away?

Ethan was laughing. "Alex,
you're barely listening to me.
You must be having a
real
good time."

Derek tried to focus for a moment.
"
Y
eah, it's incredible, I've been boning for hours and I haven't even shot
a
load."

One of the women fondling Derek left his side to reach into Ethan's robe.
"That's the
E
-train you
're
riding, Alex. If you can actually orgasm when you
'
r
e
on it - that's a real bonus
- y
ou'll never feel anything like it again."

Derek searched his jumbled mind.
E-train?
He'd heard that term before. Suddenly, it came to him - Ecstasy. He'd been dosed with E
cstasy.
No wonder all his sense
s felt so heightened. And no wonder he was so damn horny. Still he couldn't manage to get himself worked up about it now. What's done
wa
s done. And for now
, he was enjoying it supremely.

Ethan broke into his musings.
"Alex, how about you
order
Katia
to
give me a piece of that luscious ass now. I want to bend her over and ride her hard
-
in that tight ass. Just look at her watching me."

Derek just wanted the man to quit talking to him already.
"I don't care what you do man… just don't bother me."

Finally, Ethan left
him alone
. Derek rose from the settee and grabbed the nearest woman available. He swung her down onto the couch and pushed between her opened legs. Just pounding into her soft flesh was an incredible feeling; he didn't care if he ever reached o
rgasm or not.

He fleetingly thought that it would
have felt
even better if it had been Julia underneath him. Thank God Julia wasn't here now, watching him behave like an animal. A small sliver of guilt tried to work its way through his gut as he remembered how angered he had felt seeing her man-handled at the
whim
of Ethan.

A flash of fear shot through his gut. Ethan had mentioned Katia
earlier
. He was sure of it. And Katia was Julia. He had just been too damn addled to realize it.
What had he said about Katia?
Suddenly
,
Derek was sweating
.
His instincts were telling him to be
concerned
, but his brain was too foggy to piece it all together.
But something was wrong.

Derek pulled out of the girl, not even noticing her
resulting
pouty face. He idly looked for his robe, but it was nowhere near
by
. He shrugged off his nakedness; it didn't matter as he looked around the room. Most of the participants were also equally naked.

He scanned the room trying to gain his bearings. Groups of people
were
lumped together engag
ing
in various sexual activities. It was nothing different than he had witnessed at The Club any other time. He searched the faces
looking
for Ethan. He had almost given up when he spotted the man, across the room in a nearly empty corner.

Ethan stood behind a woman, bent over a couch offering up her lush ass for view. Derek's heart skipped a beat.
It couldn't be Julia; she was safe at home.
Derek watched as a riding crop swatted her ass. Ethan was fondling the woman from behind with his fingers
,
as he rubbed his cock up and down her crack.

Derek strode across the room, dreading what he thought he might
already
know. Derek arrived just as Ethan was stuffing his meaty cock into the woman's ass. He grabbed Ethan's shoulder and stopped the man.

A look of anger flitted over Ethan's face. "Whoa, Alex. What's going on?"

Derek looked at the woman who now had turned to face him. Long streaks of tears rolled down her cheeks. It was Julia.