I’d grown up, but I’d never grown out of it. I’d done some research once. The psychiatrists called it a craving forextreme sensation.That flogger landing on my ass was extreme, all right. And I’d almost had an orgasm from an alien I barely knew basically whipping me.
No. Not whipping. I’d heard someone here, though, crying through an old school whipping. I wondered what that would feel li—
No. Shut up. Shut the hell up, Carmen.
I’d always been different. I knew something was wrong with me. My mother swore I was possessed by a demon and stopped taking me to the doctor after some of my more foolish, painful stunts. But I’d never felt evil. As a girl I’d been shamed and convinced I wasn’t normal. As a woman, I’d buried my needs under rules and regulations and the expectations of others.
I couldn’t believe how much of myself I gave away so quickly.
“Welcome, little one.” The gigantic Dom watching the door held it open for me. His eyes were a grayish color, but kind. Like a big teddy bear’s would be. He felt safe.
“Thank you, Sir.” I almost wrapped my arms around him and cried my eyes out. But that wasn’t professional, was it? Was it?!
And getting fucked in the ass with a bunch of strangers watching IS professional?
I told that annoying little wench in my head to shut up and kept going. I couldn’t undo what I’d just done.
Still, I wondered, had that big teddy bear ever flogged a grown woman?
Why was I even wondering about this?
Was I going crazy? Why didn’t I feel guilty? Maybe I did. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be having this stupid conversation with myself.
Shit. I was supposed to be on mission and all I could think about was sex.
The door closed softly behind me. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my nerves. But how was I supposed to concentrate now? I could feel the heatwaves still rising off my skin. Worse, this Seed Power thing was forreal.
Geros had come inside me. I’d known the instant his semen made contact with my flesh. Warmth. Contentment. I’d never felt anything like it. Instant…bliss. The spreading tingles had caused little aftershock orgasms to flood my pussy for what felt like forever. Mal had been cleaning me up—another embarrassing first—and I’d still been having miniature orgasms.
Even more humiliating? The whole time, Mal had barely touched me. He’d done exactly what we’d scripted out ahead of time. But when I went off the rails, he pushed me over the edge, but refused to come with us.
Geros? He’d been all in. Of course he had been. I’d offered him what every man wanted, right? But I’d offered Mal the same. He’d said no so fast I didn’t have time to process before Geros was taking my ass. After his big cock pushed deep, there hadn’t been much thinking going on other thanmore.
Had I made a mistake? A huge, terrible, stupid mistake?
“Come on in. You’re new. I saw you come in with Master Mal.” A much older woman gently touched my elbow and I allowed her to steer me to an empty space on one of the plush sofas.
“Thank you.”
She chuckled, left for a moment and returned with a tall glass full of what looked like water. Suddenly, I was nearly dead from thirst. I drank it all and handed the glass back to her with a sheepish smile. “Thanks.”
“Of course.” She left and returned moments later, this time to settle next to me on the sofa. “Are you alright? Do you need anything else? Anything at all? Master Mal has a reputation for being,” she paused. “Intense.”
I burst into laughter and a few more ladies gathered around us. The room was dimly lit, with soft pink and purple hues illuminating the space. At least a dozen women and half as many men, all dressed in various forms of lingerie or—other revealing clothing—lounged around the room. Some were sitting on plush velvet couches, while others sprawled out on oversized plump chairs designed to easily hold at least two people. They were all eating snacks and sipping on glasses of various colored drinks. Their laughter and chatter filled the air. The atmosphere was relaxed and carefree, a stark contrast to my current state of mind.
But a perfect place to share secrets.
I scanned the room, taking in the diverse group of subs. One woman, with long blonde hair and a red lace teddy, sat perched on the arm of a couch, a glass of dark red wine in her hand. She was laughing and chatting animatedly with the other women, her face alight with joy. Another, with short black hair and a black corset, lounged on a rug that looked thick enough to sleep on. She sat with her legs out in front of her, ankles crossed. Her shoes glittered like diamonds, her legs crossed at the ankle. She was more reserved, her eyes scanning the room as if taking in everything that was happening around her.
The women around me all leaned in, their eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"So? Master Mal? How was it?" one of the blonde women asked, her lips curved into a knowing grin. “He’s been gone forever.” She made it sound like a complaint, as if she had been personally waiting for him to come back.
Jealousy roared inside me like the monster it was at the thought of him touching her. Flogging her. Telling someone how to bring her pleasure. I had to take a deep, slow breath to keep myself from saying something really, really stupid. Mal wasn’t mine.
I was never this out of control. What. The. Fuck? Had Geros’s Seed Power really messed with my head that much?
It was the orgasms, dummy.The talking wench was back.
