Serena attached the leash back onto Emmy’s collar and paraded her through the group of platinum members. Emmy was groped and pinched by both men and women as she was walked to John’s private office.
It was humiliating, but worth the price, she reminded herself. If she wanted to continue her relationship with Alexander, she needed to satisfy his wife’s dark needs occasionally as well. The fact that Serena wanted to take her to John’s office was somewhat of a surprise to Emmy. After the experience in the cage, she had anticipated a session in front of the platinum members.
When they entered the office, John and Alexander were already there, waiting for the private show. What Emmy didn’t realize was that John had a video camera that he could turn on and broadcast to the large screens down in the platinum gathering space.
Serena led Emmy over to a small wooden table. She laid a rough canvas cloth over the table and then helped Emmy down to her knees so she could lean over the table.
Serena took a thick, maroon rope out of John’s desk drawer and used it to tie Emmy’s wrists and legs to the table. She attached a red collar around her neck and attached a red leash. Finally, she inserted a ball gag in Emmy’s mouth and then said, “I believe I’m ready to begin.”
Emmy watched as Serena strapped on a seven-inch rigid phallus as she smiled wickedly, “I’m going to fuck your slut, Alexander. I’m going to make her my whore. I think you should stroke your cock while I do. In fact, I think you should stroke yours as well, John.”
John raised an eyebrow.
Serena quickly added, “If it pleases you, Sir.”
John smiled and nodded at Alexander. Both gentlemen were, indeed, pleased by the notion of stroking to the scene of Serena fucking Emmy’s tight, hot pussy.
Serena moved behind Emmy and slid two fingers inside her dripping wet hole. She used Emmy’s own juices to lube up the rubber cock before inserting it slowly into her. Emmy moaned softly as she felt the shaft penetrate her and fill her up.
Serena purred wickedly, “Look, Alexander, your little slut doesn’t care who or what fucks her as long as her cunt is occupied. I can see why you selected her to use, she’s the perfect little tramp. She’d rather let me fuck her like a whore than lose you. I think every member should get a turn with her.”
“Serena!” John admonished. “That wasn’t the deal. So, enjoy her as your fuck toy for the moment, but do not forget she does not belong to you. She is Alexander’s and they have a contract, much like you and I. Would you like me to break our contract and allow all of the members to have a turn with you?”
Serena hissed, “I’m just playing with her, I know my place. I want to make sure she knows hers.” She thrust rhythmically, causing Emmy’s moans to become louder.
“I bet your clit is becoming quite sensitive rubbing against that burlap, isn’t it, whore?” Serena said tersely while she yanked a handful of Emmy’s red hair. “I wonder, is it just your naughty bits that enjoy pain? Or does Alexander whip your thighs and back as well? Be grateful you don’t belong to me, I’d whip you…”
“Enough, Serena!” Alexander reprimanded her this time. “How is it that I’ve never seen this shrewish side of you?”
Emmy would have smiled if her mouth weren’t filled with the ball gag. Not only because Alexander stood up for her, but because she knew the real reason Serena was being so brash. She was jealous of Emmy. That created a nice little pocket of satisfaction in her heart, knowing Alexander’s wife was envious of the relationship he had with her.
As Serena’s mood became fouler, she fucked Emmy roughly and slapped her ass as she did. “You enjoy that pain, don’t you? You like it when I fuck you hard!” Serena said as she picked up the pace and fucked her relentlessly.
The joke was on Serena because Emmy did, indeed, enjoy being fucked like this! As Emmy felt her orgasm edge closer, Serena realized that her strategy had backfired. But it was too late, Emmy’s body tensed, her back arched, and she came in shuddering convulsions as she cried out, “God, yes! I’m cumming!”
John felt his balls tighten at the sight and stood up so he could shoot his load on Emmy’s face, catching her completely off guard. Alexander looked on with pride but eased off his own cock. He was saving his seed for when he took Emily to bed later.
Serena looked displeased and certainly unsatisfied. John chuckled softly and said, “Come here my darling, I will take care of you, my sweet girl. Alexander, untie your whore and take her to the guest room. I’ve some unfinished business to attend to with my own slut.”
Serena bristled at John’s earlier than planned dismissal of Emily and Alexander. She wanted to whip the girl till she begged for mercy and was frustrated beyond belief that she hadn’t been allowed to. But she knew John would make everything feel better. He always did.
Alexander took Emmy to the guest room and suggested she shower. He didn’t want to use her with John’s spunk on her face. She was happy to oblige him as she wanted to feel clean for him. She remembered the first time he used her and made her shower afterwards, telling her she smelled like a well-fucked whore.
She cleaned up quickly and pulled her hair back, put it up in a tightly coiled bun, and walked into the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed waiting for her. She crossed the room and kneeled down before him, her gaze lowered, “I’m clean for you, my Sir.”
“Did you know that John was streaming your little show with my wife to the entire Platinum Member floor?” Alexander asked pointedly. “They all got to see what a whore you are, how you came hard while Serena fucked you, you little slut!”
“What? Everyone saw the way Serena treated me like I was just a hole to fuck?” Emmy asked, struggling to keep her gaze lowered.
“You are just a hole to fuck, Emily,” he said crossly. “But you’re MY hole to fuck!”
In a knee-jerk reaction, she raised her head abruptly, “Are you fucking kidding me?”
He slapped her face, “Eyes down, slut!”
Hot tears spilled down her cheeks. She was confused and her feelings were hurt. She’d done this for him, and he was angry at her? Well, fuck him!
She stood up and grabbed her clothes from the chair, went into the bathroom, and slammed the door. She locked it, got dressed, then came out and said, “I made that barter for you. I didn’t want to lose you, but I can see that I was stupid. I am using the immediate termination of contract clause. I’m done, we’re done!” She turned to leave, wanting to be out of there before she started sobbing.
“You call that slap excessive and abusive?” he asked incredulously.
Emmy whirled back around to look him in the eyes, “It’s not the slap that I find abusive, but the way the three of you felt it was fine to treat me like I don’t matter, or like I don’t have feelings. I’m just a hole to fuck? Well then find yourself a new hole. There should be plenty of women out there with low self-esteem willing to let you pierce them, whip them, and degrade them. Here’s your ring back. Please don’t call me!”
That he didn’t try to stop her spoke volumes to Emmy. She’d been foolish to think he had stood up for her to Serena. He just needed to be in control of her, of everyone. Well, no more. She had wasted almost seven months of her life with him trying to pretend that she mattered to him as much as he mattered to her. Enough!
Emmy spent much of the first week crying. She didn’t want to miss Alexander, but she did. Still, she resisted the temptation to contact him.
During the second week, she received a call from an unknown number. Without thinking, she answered it.
“Hello?”
“Emily, my darling girl, this is John. Pleased don’t hang up, my dear. I’d really like to speak with you.”
“I have nothing to say to you, John.”
“Then, please, just listen. I know that you no longer belong to Alexander. And, while that’s a great loss for him, I wondered how you would feel about becoming one of my submissives.”
Emmy was outraged. No apology for his part in making her feel worthless, cumming on her face without warning. Nor did he consider she would want nothing to do with Serena or the club.
“No, thank you. I’m quite happy without the three of you in my life. I allowed myself to be treated like a common street whore and I’m not proud of it. I have no interest in anything you have to offer, John. Please don’t contact me again,” Emmy said emphatically.
“Well, that’s a pity. Call me, won’t you, when you change your mind? You can only go so long without the kind of stimulation that pain provides you, my dear. Should you find yourself needing it like you need air to breathe, you may call me. I’ll keep our trysts private from Alexander and Serena and we can meet in my home as opposed to the club. I will text you my phone number. I trust you to keep it safe, sweet Emily.”
Emmy clicked END on her phone. John’s text came through with his number and a message that said, “Call me when you can’t have an orgasm without the sting of a crop as your foreplay.”
What a fucking, pretentious bastard! But he wasn’t wrong. She hadn’t been able to have a satisfying orgasm since Serena fucked her with the strap-on. That thought, alone, disgusted her.
That night, in bed, she searched the internet for porn that might provide enough visual foreplay to turn her on. But, not even the most graphic porn videos of brutal whipping were enough to get her off. She gave up and cried herself to sleep.
The next day, she received an email from Serena.
Emily,
I’ve been told I must apologize for my behavior. Apparently, my style of dominating was not suited to your tastes. Alexander is furious with me that I’ve caused this rift between you. We need you to come back. We all have needs and you promised to fulfill them. Things are a mess since you walked out on my husband. I would like it very much if you would come back so we can talk this out like adults.
Serena
Emmy knew she should ignore it, but she didn’t have the willpower to just let it go. She thought for a few moments about what she wanted to say. Then she wrote back.
Serena,
I don’t want your empty apology. Yes, we all have needs. But I will find a way to move on. I suggest you do the same.
And by the way, my name is Emmy.
She clicked send and then did everything in her power to distract herself from feeling miserable.
The truth was, if Alexander had called her or emailed her, she’d have likely caved. But since he couldn’t be bothered to even try asking to talk things over, Emmy realized that it was really over.
During the next few months, Emmy tried dating sites that catered more to people whose sexual interests were considered outside the box. She had dinner with a few guys, but no one even remotely interesting crossed her path until she met Paul at a singles mixer, arranged by the people who ran one of the sites called, Erotic Partners.
Paul was tall with a muscular build and long, blond hair. Emmy might not have even noticed him had it not been for the way his striking blue eyes seemed to pierce her soul when their gaze locked on each other from across the room. Moments later, he appeared with a glass of wine for her.
“Thank you, but no. I don’t accept drinks from strangers,” Emmy said.
“Smart woman,” he responded as he set the glass down on a nearby table. “I’m Paul, nice to meet you.” He held out his hand.
“I’m Emmy,” she answered as she took his hand. She found herself instantly mesmerized and didn’t want to let go.
Paul grinned. He put his arm on her shoulder and turned Emmy to face the room of people all milling about and mingling. “Do you see all of those people?” he asked. “They all have dark needs and are scrambling about looking for someone, anyone, to scratch their particular itch.”
Emmy nodded. Wasn’t that what this gathering was all about?
He continued, “Yet, here we are, already partnered off together. And do you know why, Emmy?”
Emmy was flustered, “Who says we are partnered off together?”
Paul smiled, “Surely you felt the same spark of electricity when our eyes met, and again when our hands touched.”
Emmy smiled uneasily, “I won’t deny that I felt something.”
Paul’s smile broadened and his face could have melted the panties off a nun! He was gorgeous in a most indescribable way. Emmy felt a shiver of desire creep through her entire body.