to peek over her shoulder.
“Don't look,” he spat, his tone icy.
That severity made the woman obey, and... it made my pussy throb. I don't know why I reacted so strongly. Never in my life had I seen such a casual display of dominance.
I must have let out a tiny noise, because the man in black across from me glanced my way. His slight smile was a distraction all its own. I caught a hint of porcelain teeth, his cocky amusement thrilling me the same way the gold-masked-man's voice had.
Gold-Mask's hand came down, brushing along the woman's lower back, tracing the curve of one ass cheek. Instantly, she moaned, and I bit my lower lip harder. It felt wrong, watching this display, but everyone in the room was just as entranced.
Even the stoic man in black was craning forward, his arms taut over his chest.
Stepping between the blonde's thighs, cupping her rear, Gold-Mask—as I'd begun thinking of him—spread her pliant flesh. He exposed her slick, pink folds.
When he chuckled, my core tightened. “You're so wet, little pet. Why would that be? Do you like everyone watching you like this, showing them all how much you need to be punished?”
Punished?
The blonde whimpered, then again when the man slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. “Answer me, girl.”
“Yes!” she sobbed, arching her spine to get more of his touch. “Yes, Master!”
Master.
I was stunned. My body was thrilling with anticipation over the whole scene. Her words sealed it; my slow boiling suspicion was right. I knew what was happening here. There was no other explanation for this over the top scene.
But... why would Seth Hart allow a sex party down here?
What kind of a man was he?
“Always answer your Master when they ask you a question, girl. Your mistakes reveal why you're here, why you need training.” Gently, he ran a finger between the gap of her thighs. I was sure he must have touched her slit, because she moaned louder than before. “Would you like me to fuck you? It sounds like you want that.”
“Yes, yes Master, oh god, please!” Squealing, she gyrated her hips. My own pussy quivered in sympathy.
“Well,” the man she'd called Master whispered, so that I leaned forward to hear better, “Then beg for it. Promise you'll be a good pet and obey your Master from this moment on. Always.” His thumbs peeled her pussy open, vulgarly displaying her twitching clit. “And forever.”
I licked my mouth, far too warm from watching this scene. I saw that one of the men sitting down on a plush couch had his legs spread wide. Between them, a mop of brunette hair was moving. He was receiving a blow job, right there in the open.
No one batted an eye.
The man in black followed my eyes. Then, oddly, he stared at me once more. I didn't like that, it made me worry I was drawing attention to myself. Did I stand out that much?
Peering side to side, I frowned. If I am, why is he the only one watching me?
The wet sounds of the blow job made me flinch. At my hips, I clenched my hands roughly into fists. This place is crazy! I should leave, just walk out and go.
But I didn't.
“Please, sir, I'll do anything! I promise.” The blonde sobbed, her hair tossing as she lost herself in her desperate need for release. “I'll always obey! Just please, please...”
“Good girl, that will do for now.” Gold-Mask laughed, reaching down and rubbing the bulge in his pants.
After he drew attention to his erection, I couldn't look away. Staring, the insides of my thighs damp, the sight of that hand so casually outlining his own cock entranced me.
He freed it, the fleshy tip bouncing into the dim light. His hand, firmly gripping the base and giving it a slow pump, made me inhale audibly.
It was too much.
Finally, I looked away—and right at the black-masked guy across from me.
My observing stranger tilted his head. I realized he'd heard me gasp. For a moment, I was frozen with fear. My mind buzzed, warning me to turn and run, that
“Don't look,” he spat, his tone icy.
That severity made the woman obey, and... it made my pussy throb. I don't know why I reacted so strongly. Never in my life had I seen such a casual display of dominance.
I must have let out a tiny noise, because the man in black across from me glanced my way. His slight smile was a distraction all its own. I caught a hint of porcelain teeth, his cocky amusement thrilling me the same way the gold-masked-man's voice had.
Gold-Mask's hand came down, brushing along the woman's lower back, tracing the curve of one ass cheek. Instantly, she moaned, and I bit my lower lip harder. It felt wrong, watching this display, but everyone in the room was just as entranced.
Even the stoic man in black was craning forward, his arms taut over his chest.
Stepping between the blonde's thighs, cupping her rear, Gold-Mask—as I'd begun thinking of him—spread her pliant flesh. He exposed her slick, pink folds.
When he chuckled, my core tightened. “You're so wet, little pet. Why would that be? Do you like everyone watching you like this, showing them all how much you need to be punished?”
Punished?
The blonde whimpered, then again when the man slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. “Answer me, girl.”
“Yes!” she sobbed, arching her spine to get more of his touch. “Yes, Master!”
Master.
I was stunned. My body was thrilling with anticipation over the whole scene. Her words sealed it; my slow boiling suspicion was right. I knew what was happening here. There was no other explanation for this over the top scene.
But... why would Seth Hart allow a sex party down here?
What kind of a man was he?
“Always answer your Master when they ask you a question, girl. Your mistakes reveal why you're here, why you need training.” Gently, he ran a finger between the gap of her thighs. I was sure he must have touched her slit, because she moaned louder than before. “Would you like me to fuck you? It sounds like you want that.”
“Yes, yes Master, oh god, please!” Squealing, she gyrated her hips. My own pussy quivered in sympathy.
“Well,” the man she'd called Master whispered, so that I leaned forward to hear better, “Then beg for it. Promise you'll be a good pet and obey your Master from this moment on. Always.” His thumbs peeled her pussy open, vulgarly displaying her twitching clit. “And forever.”
I licked my mouth, far too warm from watching this scene. I saw that one of the men sitting down on a plush couch had his legs spread wide. Between them, a mop of brunette hair was moving. He was receiving a blow job, right there in the open.
No one batted an eye.
The man in black followed my eyes. Then, oddly, he stared at me once more. I didn't like that, it made me worry I was drawing attention to myself. Did I stand out that much?
Peering side to side, I frowned. If I am, why is he the only one watching me?
The wet sounds of the blow job made me flinch. At my hips, I clenched my hands roughly into fists. This place is crazy! I should leave, just walk out and go.
But I didn't.
“Please, sir, I'll do anything! I promise.” The blonde sobbed, her hair tossing as she lost herself in her desperate need for release. “I'll always obey! Just please, please...”
“Good girl, that will do for now.” Gold-Mask laughed, reaching down and rubbing the bulge in his pants.
After he drew attention to his erection, I couldn't look away. Staring, the insides of my thighs damp, the sight of that hand so casually outlining his own cock entranced me.
He freed it, the fleshy tip bouncing into the dim light. His hand, firmly gripping the base and giving it a slow pump, made me inhale audibly.
It was too much.
Finally, I looked away—and right at the black-masked guy across from me.
My observing stranger tilted his head. I realized he'd heard me gasp. For a moment, I was frozen with fear. My mind buzzed, warning me to turn and run, that
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