His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her close to his wide chest. Warm air breathed in her nape. She melted in his embrace, aroused and aching for his touch. It was in his arms that she forgot the world, the freezing fear and the darkness of loneliness. She felt whole in his tight hold.
“Look around you, kitten. All these women and men came here tonight to celebrate your success. Your first exhibition. Your coming out of the cocoon.” While pouring these words in her ear, his hands roamed freely on her body. She belonged to him. This body was his to enjoy in any way in any place he desired. And she was ecstatic about it. Tonight would have not been if it weren’t for his relentlessly pushing her beyond the limits. And they did it.
“Do not move! Do not make any sound!”, his low growl scratching the skin behind her ear. Suddenly the air became so thin and the heavy silk of her night gown evaporated in the heat of her lust. She has been trained well to yield completely to his desire and to absorb all his pleasure as her own. Immovable and silent, a statue of marble, molten lava in his hands, she felt his lips drawing a line of fire down her neck. The stifled moan almost choked her.
He pulled her in the corner of the reception hall, close to an overgrown bush, intimately cloaked in the shadow. She stood there. Still. Breathing slowly, quieting her mind. The world around them started to fade away in a blur and a buzz. It was just them, his heat and desire, his hands caressing her taut body, his lips trailing on the naked skin on her neck and shoulder. The teeth sank deep, sharp pain shooting through her arm.
No sound. No move. A marble for his pleasure.
The dress, his design, was meant to cover and expose her in the same time, always available to his lust, anywhere and at anytime. With one hand possessively clenched over her left breast, he parted the back folds of the dress and caressed her buttocks, grazing the skin, still so sensitive after the afternoon delicious spanking.
“Oh, dear, the photographs are amazing. We are so delighted to have been part of this event.”, broke the voice of one of the guests, who approached them. She gracefully shook hands with the couple, thanking them for attending the exhibition. He hold her tight with his left hand viciously clawing her ass cheek, while shaking hands with the guests and exchanging pleasantries in his most charming voice.
By the time they were alone again, she was flushed and drenched. She feared that the musk of her arousal have been smelled by the passersby. His right hand slithered under the dress, gripping the nipple and twisting it. Other fingers found their way inside her dripping pussy, the swollen lips sucking them greedily. “You want to cum, my little slut, don’t you? Oh, yes, you are going to give me all of it, all this hunger, all this fire, all of you!”
Erect like the temple’s column, she stood there engulfed in the flames of her betraying body, steeling herself to remain still and swallowing the moans, the grunts and the all mighty waling that built up in the pit of her sinful flesh. “Tonight you are to watch me pleased by that silver gorgeous thing waiting for my command, as I have watched you caressed by all these lustful art collectors, hungry for your flesh and blood!”
His words carved deep into her conscious, awakening her. Still silent but frozen in her anguish, she gasped for air. “I do not want you anymore, kitten!”
Was it a second or an hour that she stood there in the dark? Blinded by the fiery pain that suddenly ripped through her, she waited for his chuckle to deny the words that she thought she’ve heard. Oh, but all they were truth, she thought, when she saw him gently touching the elbow of the silver girl and pulling her towards a group of guests.
When finally she made the first step she expected to hear the sound of shattered crystals screaming her pain, for the world to know. But it was just the soothing swish of the silk draping her curves. The night was young and the party was to start in the private apartment hired for the night. She was the hostess. She was the queen of the night. And all the guests were to be treated royally.
Minutes turned into hours, the whole place ravaged by debauchery. They all relished in the carnal pleasures, a display of grace and obedience, of greed and cruelty, of sheer abandon. All little snacks and fruits devoured, the sparkling wine and cooling lemonade drank, the wee hours of morning unveiling spent bodies scattered in the apartment.
She sat in the corner, by the bar, sipping from a glass of red wine. One of the boys approached her and asked permission to massage her feet. She needed that and she indulged. The boy kneeled at the feet and gently removed her shoes. Then he worked his magic reviving her abused feet. She has been standing and walking for hours and hours, ensuring that everything would be nothing but perfect.
At first light of the day, she called the servants and gave them the instructions, called the limousine company to drive the guests to their homes. Before she left, she looked for him and found him asleep sitting in a high seat by the window. The face she adored was pale and drawn, a deep crease etched between his eyebrows. She took a blanket from the wardrobe and covered him, looked at him one last time, turned around and walked away without looking back.
She closed the door behind herself not knowing that he never touched the silver girl, not knowing that all this was the final test…