“Whore.” Someone yells down.
“Fuck her already.” Someone else cries.
“All in good time.” Antonio replies, before shoving me hard enough that I tumble back to the floor at his feet. “We have the entire evening, after all.” He says, staring down at me.
His eyes darken, roaming over my body with a possessiveness that is both an act and utterly, devastatingly real.
“Such a pretty thing,” he says, his voice louder, for our audience. “So ripe, plump, and ready to be fucked. Let’s see if you’re worth what I paid.”
His hands are brisk, efficient as he pushes me back onto the bed. The silk is cool against my feverish skin. I can’t help it; my eyes flicker upward, to the void of the gallery and I can’t tell if I’m imagining my mother’s face there or not. A gasp catches in my throat.
“Eyes on me,” Antonio growls, his body coming over mine, blocking my view. He cages me in with his arms, his face inches from mine. His scent, sandalwood and clean, male sweat envelops me. “Look at your owner when he’s giving you attention.”
He lowers his head, and his mouth finds my breast. It’s not a kiss; it’s a claiming.
His tongue flicks over my nipple, once, twice before he draws it into the heat of his mouth and sucks, hard. A sharp cry is torn from me, a sound of shock because in all of this, I didn’t anticipate there would be any pleasure.
He bites down hard into the flesh around the bar, making me buck beneath him as I scream louder.
He moves to the other breast, giving it the same ruthless attention, his hand pinching and rolling the wet nipple he just abandoned.
Then he moves down my body, his lips and tongue tracing a hot, wet path down my stomach as one hand holds me by my throat to pin me there. He hooks my legs over his shoulders, spreading me open.
“So wet for me already,” he murmurs, his breath a hot ghost against my most sensitive skin. “Such a greedy little cunt when I haven’t even started yet.”
The crude word spoken in that low, commanding voice sends another jolt through me. I whimper, trying to turn my face away, trying to hide in the sheets, only he won’t let me. He won’t grant me even this small mercy.
He reaches over to pick up a silver vibrator, sleek and sinister. He holds it up, showing it to the gallery, to me.
“Let’s see how loud we can make you scream,” he says, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
A low, insistent buzz suddenly fills the air. He traces it up my inner thigh, and I jump at the strange sensation. He brings it closer, circling my folds, making me shudder.
The vibration is intense, overwhelming, and then I feel it. The full, horrific and yet exquisite effect of the piercing.
The tiny silver ring comes alive. The vibrations from the toy don’t just hum against my skin; they travel through the metal, turning the sensitive nub into a screaming epicentre of sensation.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
A broken sob escapes me as my hips lift off the bed, seeking more pressure, more of this delicious awful torture.
I’m a whore. I’m a fucking whore.
“There it is,” Antonio murmurs, his eyes glued to where the toy meets my body, to the way I’m trying so hard not to writhe beneath him. “That’s what you need, isn’t it? You need to be played with. You need to be shown what you are.”
He increases the speed, and the buzz becomes a roar in my blood. He holds the vibrator firmly against me, the metal of the toy clicking against the metal of my piercing, sending shockwaves of pleasure-pain through my entire body.
I am dissolving.
The gallery, the danger, it all bleeds away into a white-hot haze of feeling. My back arches, and my fingers claw at the sheets. I don’t understand what thisfeeling is, and I hate it. I hate how it changes me, how it twists me, how it makes me want more.
I’m babbling, begging, pleading like a fool. “Please… Antonio… I can’t…”
“You can,” he snarls, his voice rough with a hunger I know is real. “You will. Come for me. Come for your new master. Show them all what my money bought.”
He leans down, his mouth finding my neck, biting hard, drawing a sharp gasp from me. The sting of his teeth mixed with the relentless pressure on my clit causes the world to tilt violently.
