Even before Chloe Banks threw a drink in my face in front of a room full of powerful men who know better than to cross me, her fate was sealed. I had already decided to make her my pet.
I would have taught her to obey in the privacy of my penthouse, but her little stunt changed that.
My pet learned her place in public instead, blushing as she was bared, sobbing as she was spanked, and screaming as she was brought to one brutal, humiliating climax after another.
But she has so many more lessons to learn. Lessons more shameful than she can imagine.
She will plead for mercy as she is broken, but before long she will purr like a kitten.
Author: Sara Fields
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 65,000 words
“You’re going to come two more times, little girl, and you’re going to do it with my finger in your bottom while everyone is watching,” he demanded. I knew enough about him now to be sure that when he made a threat, he would follow through.
My pussy spasmed hard around his fingers and my next orgasm broke over me with a far deeper intensity than any of the others he’d forced from me already. My hips rocked back and forth, no doubt giving the audience a far lewder show than any of them had anticipated. His fingers fucked my pussy and my bottom hole hard enough that I knew I’d be sore for some time to come and still he didn’t stop.
My thoughts all revolved around one simple fact. His finger was in my bottom and I liked how it felt. It was wrong and dirty and taboo, and by all rights I should hate that he’d taken the liberty of being the first person to do so, but I knew I would be lying if I said I did. I liked how it felt. It made me hotter and I knew my orgasm was all the more intense because of it.
I moaned and took it all, reveling in every last second of that orgasm despite the shame that was cutting through me with each breath. When it was finally over, he slowed for several long seconds, allowing me enough time to fully grasp how embarrassingly aroused this entire ordeal had made me.
With his fingers still inside me, he grasped my upper arm with his other hand and forced me up into a standing position. Gently, he guided me around the stool, and I was exceedingly aware of the way my body grasped at his thick digits with every step. He bent me back over the chair, only this time there was something far different about my position than before.
Now I was staring at the crowd and they were staring back at me. I found myself incapable of making even a single sound. My mouth went dry and as my gaze met the eyes of everyone sitting in the front row, my heart began to pound uncontrollably inside my chest. The lights were bright enough that I couldn’t see much farther than the third row, but I knew they were all watching all the same.
I hadn’t been able to see them earlier. I’d known that my bottom was on display for them, but now that I was staring straight at them, my shame compounded into something that made me freeze in place. I bit my lip, shivering hard and forcing my gaze to the floor. He didn’t let me remain that way.
He gripped the hair at the back of my scalp and wrenched my head back up, forcing me to look out into the crowd once more. My head burned, the agony blossoming across my flesh and settling deep in my core with a fierce intensity that left me burning with arousal even as I yelped from the pain. He didn’t let go of my hair either. I held onto the stool and his fingers began to move.
He fingered me roughly from the start. I wanted to fight him. I didn’t want to come while looking out at everyone that had paid to come to my concert, but I wasn’t going to have a choice. His fingers toyed with my body as if he owned it. He played me like an instrument, and I couldn’t help myself as I began to respond once again.
I cried out as he forced one final orgasm to the surface. My pussy throbbed insatiably with painful bliss and I shuddered as my body rose higher and higher until it felt as if my core imploded with fiery passion that I had no hope of containing.
I fell into a scalding chasm of ecstasy that threatened to undo me. My scalp burned and I stared at the men in the front row. They watched with fervent interest as I shivered and moaned right in front of them. I could hide nothing. They’d be able to see every last second of my pleasure and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.
Silas’ fingers fluttered inside me. Then he pumped into me much harder. My asshole was sore and so was my pussy, but that only spurred my orgasm on far longer than all the rest. My entire body throbbed hard. My thighs quivered and my fingers clutched at the stool beneath me. I screamed and tears threatened to fall again as pleasure seared me from within.
When it was finally over, I lay over the seat, entirely spent. He removed his fingers from my body, and I felt my pussy tighten a little bit around empty air. He released my hair and made a point to tuck my skirt into the waistband. Carefully, he helped me up to a standing position and I swayed from side to side as I bit my lip and tried to gather myself.
“Come. We’re going to go backstage where you’re going to apologize for throwing a drink and then I’m going to put that sassy little mouth and that beautiful body of yours to much better use,” he instructed.
I knew better than to argue.