Page 46 of Dominant

“You know the rules, Vicious,” he answered. There was a cool tone to his voice, and Sir Vicious slid his finger out of my ass.

“Can’t a man make conversation?” he retorted. “I’m only curious.” He rubbed a hand vigorously over my ass cheek, where I had some welts - pretty much a permanent feature for an initiate, I’d soon learned - and they burned under his touch.

I whimpered as Sir Vulpes grasped the back of my head and pulled me forward, sliding his cock deep into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat. I sputtered momentarily, distracted from Sir Vicious’s painful touch, until I heard the familiar whistle of a cane slicing the air. Suddenly the flesh of my ass seemed to burst into flame as Vicious laid more blows into me.

I cried out but Sir Vulpes loudly shushed me, thrusting his cock hard into my mouth. Tears sprung to my eyes and began to run down my face.

Thwack! Relentlessly, Vicious tore through my skin with the thin, rigid implement. I wept as Sir Vulpes gripped the back of my head, forcing my mouth down on him as Sir Vicious landed blow after cutting blow. Finally, with a cry, Sir Vulpes pushed himself in to his full depth, his cock pressing down on my throat and his hand holding my head in place while, with a spasm, he came into my mouth. Sir Vicious groaned.

The whipping stopped, leaving my ass was raw and painful. I swallowed Sir Vulpes’s come, tears running down my face as I tried not to choke on it, and whispered, “Thank you, Sir,” as he pulled out. He patted me affectionately on the head, falling back onto the couch, and accepted a proffered glass of champagne from Alexander.

Mister Strict stood up, stroking his hard cock and approaching my mouth as I felt flesh press against the backs of my thighs. Sir Vicious’s penis laid across the crack of my ass as his balls and thighs pushed against me, the warmth obscene and intimate. He pulled away, and I felt a wet finger rubbing my asshole, then the smooth slickness of lubricant being rubbed into me.

Sir Vicious leaned over my back and whispered to me in a voice so low, Alexander wouldn’t be able to hear it. “I’m going to fuck your ass, you little bitch, for what you did to me,” he hissed, and I felt my whole body tense up. Something pushed against my anus - a finger or his cock, I didn’t know. “If you think I’m going to go easy on you because you’re an anal virgin, you’re wrong,” he said slightly louder, leaning back to stand again.

“Vicious!” snapped Alexander’s voice, and Sir Vicious stepped away, his warm flesh peeling away from mine.

“This isn’t any fun, X,” he whined, and Alexander snapped again.

“Take it or leave it.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sir Vicious flop onto the couch, crossing his arms petulantly.

Mister Strict grabbed my hair and pulled it hard, lifting my head. “God, I’d like to fuck you, and come deep, deep inside your pussy,” he moaned, stroking his cock in and out of my mouth.

“You and me both,” called Sir Vicious from the couch, still pouting. “But we can’t spoil the little princess.”

“You are a little princess, aren’t you?” said Mister Strict, his voice taking on a distant tone. I’d heard it before in men who talked dirty for their own benefit. “A pretty, perfect little princess. I bet you never thought you’d have to swallow the come of someone like me, did you? Some old man you probably wouldn’t even look at twice on the street, eh? Ah, fuck!” He shuddered and came quickly, spurting hot liquid against the back of my throat.

“Thank you, Sir,” I managed again, lifting my eyes to look at Alexander. He caught my eye and then looked away to speak to Sir Vulpes - indifferent and only half paying attention. Or so he wanted me to think.

“Finally!” said Sir Vicious, standing up. He walked up to me, squeezing his fist around a short, tapered penis. “I wish it was in your ass, but regardless, you are going to make me come, my little slut.” He wrapped two hands around the back of my head and thrust his cock into my mouth before I was ready, making me cry out in surprise.

“I hope that hurts,” said Sir Vicious evilly, pushing himself in as hard and fast as he could manage. Tears involuntarily sprung to my eyes.

“Take that fucking cock,” he grunted, releasing all of his anger, all of his fear, everything in him that needed vengeance and payback… He released it all, pounding into me. I became the vessel of his relief, and in so doing I transcended something essential about who I was. I stopped being Jordan Starck. I was Number Six. Nobody, nothing - a body, a mouth, and a pussy.

The transposition of Sir Vicious’s anger began to feel holy. I stopped crying. My body fell into a rhythm, rocking back and forth as he slammed his cock into my mouth, and pleasure wound up tight inside of me.

“Holy shit, is she going to come?” asked Sir Darkness, walking around me and sliding a hand between my legs. His finger rubbed softly over my clitoris, making me arch my back and push against him. I wanted to come. I wanted him to fuck me, or stroke me, and I rocked back against his hand, feeling my entire body become exquisitely sensitive. Back and forth, he stroked his finger over my clit. His touch was ecstatic agony. The tension wound tighter and tighter, and suddenly, like glass shattering, I came apart, gasping as my insides clenched tightly together and then released.

“Fuck!” I heard Vicious exclaim. He grabbed my head harder, forcing me down on him until I couldn’t breathe, and shuddered violently, the hot wetness of him flooding inside my mouth.

“My God,” he breathed, laughing with amazement. “Jesus, it was all worth it after all.”

Releasing my head, he let his cock fall out of my mouth and I managed to gasp out, “Thank you, Sir,” before dropping my head to the ottoman with exhaustion. I pulled in deep lungfuls of air.

Behind me, I heard Sir Darkness groaning and then felt something warm and wet spray over my back. The men chuckled, good-naturedly.

Their voices were murmurs to me, vague and indistinct. I could only hear my own pounding heartbeat. I was boneless, wrung free of everything that held me together. My head lolled in pleasant release.

Before long, a servant approached with my shift and helped me up from the ottoman, raising my hands in the air and pulling the dress down over my head.

Once I was dressed, the men approached one by one to thank me. Vicious beamed at me with a warm smile - more kindly, more human than I’d ever seen him.

“Time to go,” Alexander said to me when they were done, pressing a warm, firm hand against my lower back.

“Good night, Number Six,” called the men, as Alexander walked me out of the room. I was tired but happy, my jaw slightly sore. Wrapping an arm around me, Alexander walked me through the house at his side - unheard of for a Master and an initiate.

“She’s under his protection,” I heard one of the girls say to another with interest.

At the House of Initiates, Alexander led me into the bathroom himself. No servant awaited us. A hot bath was already waiting for me, with flower petals floating on top of the bath water. Candles were lit in the room, giving it a soft glow. I lowered myself into the tub, feeling the heat surround and soothe me.

Alexander picked up my hand and kissed it. “You were perfect,” he said, and kissed it again. “You were perfect.”

I leaned back in the tub, letting the hot water soak through me while Alexander picked up a soapy sponge and ran it over my limbs for me, then he poured warm water over my head, and washed my hair. When he was done, I got out of the tub and put on a large, white fleece bathrobe. Alexander tied it around me tightly and walked me to my room.

We got into the twin-sized bed together, me still in the robe, and he wrapped his arms tightly around me, pulling me in towards him and smelling my hair. “You were perfect,” he said again, and kissed my head. I fell asleep for the last time in the House of Initiates.