“Do you want to come?” Marc demanded once again.
“Yes…” I surrendered. I could feel everyone smiling around me, the heat off their composures, radiating against my skin.
“Beg. Fucking beg for it,” he ordered in the same commanding tone.
Something much harder slapped against my ass, and I begged to come. I pleaded until come was dripping out of me, and my body was trembling with aftershocks of my intense climax.
“Good girl,” he praised.
I didn’t have time to recover, I was shoved onto my hands and knees, and the crop smacked my ass yet again. They wanted me to crawl to my owner for the night. Once I felt his slacks against my face, I rubbed my cheeks and lips up and down, all around his cock. Exactly how they wanted me to.
He was rock hard; I could smell his potent pheromones and arousal for me.
Only me.
I heard the unbuckling of a belt, and then his dick was smacked against my face; I immediately opened my mouth.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I did and I was rewarded with pre-come that I licked off the head of his cock. He thrusted forward an inch, and I sucked his dick into my mouth, making sure to create a tight suction. He quickly removed it, and spit fell down the sides of my face, which was urgently licked off by someone else. I assumed it was another VIP. When she was done, the crop smacked my ass again, and I knew they wanted me to crawl up his body.
I made sure that my breasts, stomach, and pussy touched from his calves, to his thighs, stopping for a second when they reached his dick. I gently and tortuously sat myself on his lap. His shaft placed between my folds. I rolled my hips in a front to back motion, my wetness making it easy to do so. The blindfold also made it easy to stay in my own mind, lost among the serenity, harmony, and drug of the music.
I felt hands all over me once again; touching my breasts and gripping my thighs, making me dry fuck him harder and faster. I could feel myself about to come, and my head fell back onto a body that was waiting.
I heavily panted, my breasts heaving up and down, to greedy hands that touched me all over; kneading crudely. My body would be red all over. My mouth opened and just as I was about to come, they lifted me up and slammed me down onto his cock. In one swift thrust, he was fully inside me.
I screamed out in pleasure.
They didn’t allow me a chance to catch my bearings; roughly and urgently moving me up and down, front to back, side-to-side. I was theirs to do whatever they pleased.
Whatever they wanted.
That’s what they were paying for.
VIP.
Soft fingers touched my clit, and I knew it was a woman; she played me like a piano of her favorite lullaby. I didn’t know how many ravenous hands were on me. They had this insatiable thirst to control my orgasm and me. I gladly let them have it. I handed it over to them with a bright red fucking bow; keeping my eyes tightly shut under the blindfold that allowed me to pretend that I wasn’t really there.
They arched my back further and I lay on someone’s shoulder, I think. This angle was much deeper, and hit my g-spot effortlessly. Hands slammed me up and down onto his cock. I could hear the ruthlessness of our private parts slapping together, and me wanting to come undone. They held my arms behind my back, holding me in place and not letting me move.
My jaw dropped, and a tongue plunged into my mouth. I sucked on it, the overstimulation being abundant and overwhelming.
“Ah!” I cried out on the verge of falling over, but they didn’t let up. They only made me fuck him harder, mercilessly, and with no remorse. I clamped down onto his cock and they kept me firm in place, not letting me move as he pounded into me. Hands reached around to grab my hips.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I wailed, grinding my teeth, and that’s when he pulled out. I squirted everywhere, and for several seconds, as he moved his cock side-to-side against my clit.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I moaned my head falling, and my back arching. Someone took that as a silent plea because they pulled my hair by the nook of my neck, and then I felt a tongue lapping at me; licking me clean. They coarsely shoved me frontward, my chest colliding with his, and then he slipped back inside me.
“Fuck!” I loudly yelled, as I convulsed and climaxed so severely down his shaft. I shuddered forward and he grabbed onto the back of my neck. He removed the blindfold.
“Open your eyes, open your eyes, beauty,” he growled into my mouth, confining me in place with his arms, from my uncontrollable spasms.
I did.
It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust, and just when they did I continuously blinked. I thought I was imagining it.
I will never forget the look on his face.
Dark chocolate dilated eyes locked with mine from across the room.
Taking all the air from my lungs.
And that heart that he owned, breaking into millions of pieces.
Devon.
I went to her condo first looking for her, but she wasn’t there. I found myself standing in the lobby of Madam’s condo, and the guard asked if I was part of the party. I nodded, even though I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. I followed him into the elevator, and up to the penthouse floor. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. I was blindsided with a room full of people, mostly men, but a few women scattered around.
The flawlessness of them let me know that they were VIPs; it was fairly dark with candles lit all over. I stepped into the room, and sauntered through the throes of guests; taking everything in bit by bit. It was sensory overload, to say the least. There were people fucking in different corners, not a care in the world that they were being watched.
Voyeurs.
It was morbid as much as it was inviting. I watched with a blank and focused glare, trying to figure out how and where Brooke fit into this fucked up puzzle. A drink was handed to me, and I gladly took it; grabbing another before she made her other rounds. The burn of brandy assaulted my taste buds, and seared down my throat, trailing its way into my stomach, making me warm all over. The second glass went down smoother, and I found myself finishing a third drink of the fiery liquid.
It calmed my nerves, but the anxiety for what was to come still lived and respired in my blood. It pumped in my veins, and produced a piercing vibration at my temples. I ignored the looming feeling that I felt in my depth, while holding Brooke’s heart so tightly in the palm of my hand. I ran it across and in between my fingers, possessing it closely in my grip.
I stood in the corner of the room, one leg over the other, and my arms folded over my chest; her heart securely placed next to mine. It fabricated a false illusion that she was still mine, even though something told me she never was. It didn’t take long for a man to walk in with a woman closely behind him. The guests spread like wildfire around the white leather couch, the same couch we shared our first kiss.
A moment that meant as much to me, as it did to her; they were standing close to what I assumed would be the main attraction. I tried to make out the figure of the woman, but his build was big, and it overshadowed her tiny frame. He stopped in the middle of the room; right in front of the couch that no one was sitting on. I found it odd, and as I pondered that thought, what appeared to be a blindfold, was placed over the woman’s eyes.
I barely had time to contemplate it, he sat down in the center of the leather sofa, and I swear my breathing fucking stopped. A rush of adrenaline coursed through my body, from my head to my toes.
Brooke.
She was dressed in a bright red silk robe that was tied around her waist. I watched her lips part, and her pink velvety tongue displayed. She licked along her dry lips, and sucked in a quick breath. I knew no one caught that simple, yet sharp plea. The girl who walked out into the living room, was the one I desperately loved and desired, the same girl who mirrored my emotions and feelings… was gone.
No longer Bambi.
No longer Brooke.
A VIP.
 
; Her soft, delicate hands made their way to the tie around her waist, that held the body that I covered with kisses and caresses. The body that I spent hours learning, and memorizing; the one that I knew every inch of. The same one I could recall with just a touch or the sweet smell of her. She slowly untied the knot and the robe fell open, displaying the figure that was no longer mine.
Maybe it never was.
But it killed me to acknowledge that fact.
She was still fucking breathtaking. I caught myself gasping at the sight of her. I narrowed my eyes to the vision before me, she had this aura around her; it glowed, illuminating her in a way I had never seen her before. She had a certain magnetic pull that had everyone in the room not being able to resist the craving that she empowered.
A moth to a flame.
The music came on, Moonlight Sonata assaulted my senses, and I knew I would never be able to hear this melody again. It would be tainted, just like her. As much as I urged myself not to watch, it willed me to stay in place. I was glued to the goddamn floor, about to endure, and witness the train wreck right in front of my very own eyes.
For all to see.
I took in every curve, every arch, every color, and every shade of her, that I naïvely thought was just for me. Her hands moved in a rehearsed, yet entrancing way to the back of her bra; it fell to the floor, and took a part of my heart with it. I heard it splatter against the hardwood floors when her panties soon followed.
She was left in nothing, but heels; her hair cascading all around her tiny curvy frame. My fingers moved to my mouth, and I wrapped them around my lips; not succumbing to the yearning to want to pick her up, and carry her out of the room. I was led there for a reason; I needed to see this, as much as it pained me, and may nearly kill me…
I needed to remain strong.
Hands assaulted her everywhere that I had licked, kissed, and touched. Though her body was responding in a precise and orchestrated manner; I could tell her mind was somewhere else. I silently prayed and wished that it were with me, that I was whom she was thinking of. It helped and enforced my restraint to not charge, and hurt every man’s eyes and hands that were on her. I found my eyes begin to water, and I immediately blinked, and shook it away as rapidly as it appeared.
They forced her down to her knees. When I saw the crop in the man’s hand… I instantly shut my eyes, my mind trying to protect me from the scene that was about to wreak havoc on my soul. I heard the smacking sound, and it brought me right back to reality that was before me. I watched with unforgiving eyes as they manipulated and controlled her body.
Her pleasure.
Her orgasm.
Her climax.
All of it.
Except for her mind… something inside of me knew it was still with me; or maybe it was somewhere else entirely. She came with the same force that I had produced countless times, come dripping out of her, and onto the floor. I could taste her on my tongue. They shoved her onto her hands and knees, and when she didn’t move quickly enough, they smacked her with the crop to get her to crawl.
She did…
Effortlessly.
Easily.
Fluently.
Smoothly.
Most important… confidently.
When she reached him on the sofa, she stopped like a good little VIP, and waited. The fucker unbuckled his pants, and slapped his cock against her lips, ordering her to stick out her tongue. My knees buckled, and my body shuddered as she licked, and took him in her mouth.
I knew I would never be able to touch or kiss those lips again.
When he was done, he nodded to the bastard that was holding the crop, and he walloped her once again. She crawled her way up his body, making sure that her sacred parts caressed him in all the right spots. She placed herself in his lap, and proceeded to dry fuck him; exactly the same way she would me.
Greedy hands latched onto her over and over again, like leeches sucking the life right out of her. Taking everything they could, without so much as cause or concern.
She let them.
Every. Single. Time.
Every. Single. One.
They made her come.
They licked her clean.
They made her ride him.
They made her fuck him.
Then they made her stop.
It was his turn…
He fucked her.
He took and she gave.
They roughly pushed her forward and she collided with his chest so fiercely, so passionately; coming all the way down his shaft.
I could smell her arousal from a mile away. It made me sick as much as it made me nourished.
The control I held onto and promised to never let go again…
Snapped.
Taking all my will and strength to never hurt her again.
We always hurt the ones we love the most.
The entire time I watched her perform, and fuck another man in front of me… the animalistic, primal, seediness of it all. She was the centerpiece, and I couldn’t tell if she loved it or hated it. I couldn’t see who she was. That’s what killed me the most. I thought I had seen every side of her, but I hadn’t. I never imagined it would or could damage me that much.
Pain like that should never be experienced, I felt as though I was on the receiving end of a loaded gun. And when I watched her come apart yet again so sternly, so fervently, the bullet landed right in my heart. Taking every last bit of control and restraint I had. He removed the blindfold, and she opened her eyes.
She blinked away the darkness.
She locked eyes with me.
And I locked eyes with Bambi.
She sat there like a deer in headlights.
Our eyes stayed locked for several seconds. Fuck, it could have been hours; time just sort of stood still.
She nonchalantly got off of him, one leg at a time, and grabbed her robe, placing it on her naked body; never breaking our stare. She swallowed hard, and took off like a bat out of hell, running to safety. She wasn’t getting out of this that easily. I wouldn’t let her. Like a lion after his prey, I chased her. I hunted her down ready to destroy.
I wasn’t the only one dying that night.
I had to make sure she would too.
She slammed the bathroom door in my face, but my shoe caught in between the door and the frame.
“Why you running, Bambi? I thought you wanted to play?” I crudely mocked, prying open the door.
She frustratingly screamed out, trying to use all her strength to hold the door, and push it closed to no avail. I carelessly drove it open, and she stumbled, losing her footing on her fuck-me heels. One fell off, while she twisted her ankle on the other cursing out, and catching herself on the vanity instead.
I immediately closed the door, locking it behind me; frantically trying to gather my thoughts that ran at lighting speed through my mind. I placed my forehead on the door, trying to regain any ounce of control I had left; the impulses that ran violently through my body. My blood was scalding and scornful, leaving behind huge blistering welts all over my skin.
My heart was no longer there.
I left it on her hardwood floor, just like hers was left on the floor near her parents’ bedroom door.
The irony was not lost on me.
I was shaking, every part of my resolve was hammering, I could hear it at my temples; it produced a piercing pain that made my eyes water, and my hands tremble. I swear every part of my nervous system was breaking, shutting down, making it hard to see or to even stand. I could have fallen to the floor from the looming madness that was escalating, higher and higher. I was like an elevator about to be dropped thirty stories high.
I wouldn’t come out alive…
But neither would she.
I would take her down with me.
“I didn’t know you were here,” she calmly stated, like that made it okay. Her composure was serene, although I knew otherwise.
Hiding.
Always hiding.
I closed my eyes and tried to govern my breathing, in through your nose and out through your mouth. In and out I told myself, repeating the mantra in my mind.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” her tone drastically changed. “You weren’t invited. Do you have any idea how much shit you could get yourself into if Madam found out? You shouldn’t be here, Devon. You need to go before you get hurt. I don’t want that.”
And just like that…
It snapped.
I heard it clear as day, like a ten-pound weight being dropped on my head.
Boom.
Gone.
“What the fuck am I doing here?” I recited, slamming my head against the door. “That’s what you’re asking yourself,” I half-whispered, holding onto the doorknob rigorously enough that blood could seep out of my skin.
“Devon—” she purred in that captivating and charismatic voice that brought men to their knees.
Including me.
I turned and placed my hand over her mouth, I didn’t want to hear her voice any longer. It made everything worse, and I didn’t think that would be possible. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched. I felt it on my fingers.
“No… no… no… you don’t get to talk anymore,” I murmured against my hand over her mouth. “I don’t want to hear another goddamn thing that comes out of your pretty fucking mouth.”
She swallowed the saliva that pooled in her mouth and stepped back; her back hit the wall. It gave me much more leverage to hold her in place. I covered her mouth so precisely, making sure to lock her freshly cock sucking lips in the palm of my hand. I treaded closer.
I wanted a minute to touch her, to look at her, to feel her.
I was a crazed man.
I wanted to say goodbye.
My other hand moved to the side of her face, and I angled my head to take in her beauty. I softly touched her cheeks; her skin still rosy and flushed from being fucked six ways from Sunday. I placed some of the damp pieces of hair that had fallen behind her ears; they stuck to her skin from the perspirations of her intense orgasms.
Her eyes were immense; I had never seen them so big. I tried to hide the smile that was lurking.