to communicate silently.
She exhaled. This was more what she’d expected from a dungeon.
The back wall was exposed brick. The floor was wooden. A woman was strapped to a structure that looked like an X, her wrists parted above her head, her legs spread unnaturally wide. A spotlight shone down on the sub. Like Julia, the woman secured to the wooden beams was naked.
For a moment, Julia pictured herself hanging from the structure, waiting for Marcus. The image was so shatteringly real that she instantly shoved it aside.
She was not into this kind of thing.
Even though the submissive faced Julia and Marcus, it appeared she didn’t notice their presence.
A man stood with his back to them. He wore black leather pants, and, as far as she could tell, nothing else.
“Damn you,” the woman said, “fucking whip me!”
“Pain slut,” the Dom responded.
“Yes.” The sub looked up at him.
Even Julia saw the raw need in her eyes.
“Be a man and whip my breasts,” she demanded.
The man flicked his wrist, and some sort of lash jumped in response. The sub seemed transfixed by the sight, but the Dom didn’t move closer.
“Bastard. Don’t tease. Give me the whip. Do it.”
Then the Dom moved towards the woman, quickly but with apparent deliberation. He grabbed her jaw. To Julia the grip looked unnecessarily harsh. Then again, the woman’s words had been provocative.
“Do you want this, Lindsey?” He flicked the whip again.
“God damn it, yes!”
“Then fucking use your manners, slut.”
She could barely speak with her mouth so brutally clamped, but she managed a whimpered plea.
“Better,” he said, letting her go. “Now keep your mouth shut, unless you’re screaming. Otherwise, I will take you home and you can spend the night in solitary. You will earn this release. Understand?”
Julia squirmed at the Dom’s rigidity.
“Do you need to leave?” Marcus asked, his voice a whisper in her ear.
She shook her head. The scene was horrifying, and yet she was morbidly curious. She couldn’t believe the woman was taunting her Dom, couldn’t believe he was threatening to withhold a beating in order to gain her compliance.
The Dom grabbed Lindsey’s cunt and squeezed.
Julia saw a combination of pain and ecstasy on the sub’s features. Julia wondered if she had looked like that when Marcus had been torturing her nipples.
Lindsey continued to look at the man’s face as if to say, ‘Is that the best you’ve got?’
He continued the pressure, and eventually Lindsey screamed.
“You drenched my hand, bitch.”
Lindsey’s whole body sagged but she was smiling.
“I ought to take you home right now.”
“Whip me,” Lindsey said. “I want it.” She pulled her head back up and looked at the Dom. “Fuck me or whip me. But do it now. Please.”
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth shut unless you were screaming? Don’t you ever learn?”
Marcus had been right. This was an intense scene. But she’d seen Lindsey’s expression. The woman had wanted everything she’d got. As Marcus had said, things were consensual.
“Let’s go,” Marcus said softly.
She nodded with some reluctance.
He freed her shoulders and walked from the small area. Julia followed but, hearing a sob from behind her, she glanced over her shoulder.
She wasn’t sure what had happened in the last few seconds, but Lindsey was smiling.
Marcus indicated she should proceed into a private alcove.
Julia could hardly breathe. She definitely couldn’t string two cohesive thoughts together.
“Was that too much? I probably should have found a different couple for us to watch.”
“Actually, it was fine,” she admitted, reluctant to tell herself, let alone him, the truth.
“Really?”
She tried to look at it from a scholarly angle. “I get what you mean about certain things working for different people. The way you made me…” She trailed off, then reminded herself she never had to see him again after tonight. “The
She exhaled. This was more what she’d expected from a dungeon.
The back wall was exposed brick. The floor was wooden. A woman was strapped to a structure that looked like an X, her wrists parted above her head, her legs spread unnaturally wide. A spotlight shone down on the sub. Like Julia, the woman secured to the wooden beams was naked.
For a moment, Julia pictured herself hanging from the structure, waiting for Marcus. The image was so shatteringly real that she instantly shoved it aside.
She was not into this kind of thing.
Even though the submissive faced Julia and Marcus, it appeared she didn’t notice their presence.
A man stood with his back to them. He wore black leather pants, and, as far as she could tell, nothing else.
“Damn you,” the woman said, “fucking whip me!”
“Pain slut,” the Dom responded.
“Yes.” The sub looked up at him.
Even Julia saw the raw need in her eyes.
“Be a man and whip my breasts,” she demanded.
The man flicked his wrist, and some sort of lash jumped in response. The sub seemed transfixed by the sight, but the Dom didn’t move closer.
“Bastard. Don’t tease. Give me the whip. Do it.”
Then the Dom moved towards the woman, quickly but with apparent deliberation. He grabbed her jaw. To Julia the grip looked unnecessarily harsh. Then again, the woman’s words had been provocative.
“Do you want this, Lindsey?” He flicked the whip again.
“God damn it, yes!”
“Then fucking use your manners, slut.”
She could barely speak with her mouth so brutally clamped, but she managed a whimpered plea.
“Better,” he said, letting her go. “Now keep your mouth shut, unless you’re screaming. Otherwise, I will take you home and you can spend the night in solitary. You will earn this release. Understand?”
Julia squirmed at the Dom’s rigidity.
“Do you need to leave?” Marcus asked, his voice a whisper in her ear.
She shook her head. The scene was horrifying, and yet she was morbidly curious. She couldn’t believe the woman was taunting her Dom, couldn’t believe he was threatening to withhold a beating in order to gain her compliance.
The Dom grabbed Lindsey’s cunt and squeezed.
Julia saw a combination of pain and ecstasy on the sub’s features. Julia wondered if she had looked like that when Marcus had been torturing her nipples.
Lindsey continued to look at the man’s face as if to say, ‘Is that the best you’ve got?’
He continued the pressure, and eventually Lindsey screamed.
“You drenched my hand, bitch.”
Lindsey’s whole body sagged but she was smiling.
“I ought to take you home right now.”
“Whip me,” Lindsey said. “I want it.” She pulled her head back up and looked at the Dom. “Fuck me or whip me. But do it now. Please.”
“Didn’t I tell you to keep your mouth shut unless you were screaming? Don’t you ever learn?”
Marcus had been right. This was an intense scene. But she’d seen Lindsey’s expression. The woman had wanted everything she’d got. As Marcus had said, things were consensual.
“Let’s go,” Marcus said softly.
She nodded with some reluctance.
He freed her shoulders and walked from the small area. Julia followed but, hearing a sob from behind her, she glanced over her shoulder.
She wasn’t sure what had happened in the last few seconds, but Lindsey was smiling.
Marcus indicated she should proceed into a private alcove.
Julia could hardly breathe. She definitely couldn’t string two cohesive thoughts together.
“Was that too much? I probably should have found a different couple for us to watch.”
“Actually, it was fine,” she admitted, reluctant to tell herself, let alone him, the truth.
“Really?”
She tried to look at it from a scholarly angle. “I get what you mean about certain things working for different people. The way you made me…” She trailed off, then reminded herself she never had to see him again after tonight. “The
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