'M' is For: [Ch16] The Harder They Fall - Part 2

I got my drink after that, a birthday special named after Missy and concocted by the bartender for tonight. The alcohol helped take a little of the edge off, and I found myself starting to relax. I returned to the bar for a second drink once I’d drained my first. As I walked across the room, I could feel the subtle signals directed toward me as Missy’s guests checked me out, letting it be known in small little ways that I could have them if I so chose.

I checked them out in turn. Some were new guests that instinct told me I’d be better off avoiding. Guests who had a bit of a rough edge to them and a look in their eye that told me they didn’t know the unspoken rules that made Missy’s book club function and didn’t care to. But there were also some new guests that weren’t half-bad. Casting my eye about the room, I picked out a few individuals I was interested in.

I didn’t leap into anything right away. For me, these nights were about the courtship—or, to borrow from kink parlance, the tease and denial. I found a guy and a girl who had been glancing at me from across the room, and we circled, trading little jibes and suggestive innuendos as we sized one another up through our fanciful masks. After a few minutes of this had passed, we agreed to engage. I bade the guy stretch out on the spanking horse that I had once used to make my debut what seemed like another lifetime ago. With the other girl, we teased and toyed with him until his face became bright red and his whole body was slick with sweat. The other girl, whose name I learned was Madeleine, applied a switch to his buttocks and the back of his thighs while I teased his balls with a Hitachi. I watched in approval as the switch neatly marked up the smooth unblemished flesh with angry red stripes. The guy, Jordan, played it for all he was worth. He gasped and he groaned, and when we pressed him, he begged for us to continue.

At some point, when I looked up and became aware of our surroundings, I realized that we had gathered a bit of an audience around us. We were hardly the only performance taking place in the apartment. I could see a couple people exploring the St. Andrew’s cross, and one young woman had crawled into one of the iron cages and was giving a man a blowjob. Nonetheless, a throng of Missy’s guests stood around us, cheeks flushed in palpable longing and suspense. More than one hand clutching the stem of a champagne flute trembled in excitement. I tossed my hair and caught Madeleine’s own gaze. We shared catlike smiles in mutual understanding and pleasure.

As we wound down the scene, I gave Jordan a hand. He winced visibly as he swung around to sit up.

“Careful,” I told him. We wiped him and the bench down and applied salve over his fresh injuries. At that moment, a couple others stepped forward, eager to be next in line. Madeline fell back, deferring to my judgment. I eyed them over, deciding whether we’d pair well, then gave a small nod.

One of the men went down on Madeleine, who slipped up the skirt of her bodycon dress and spread her legs. She dug long fingernails into his hair, wrenching at it with very little gentleness. I finally stepped out of my dress, revealing my harness and the black lace panties I wore beneath a garter and stockings. I pulled on my own O-ring strap-on, tightening the harness until it fit snugly over my hips. I eased another man down beneath the first, bringing his mouth to the man’s cock and commanding him to suck. Then, slipping on a glove and pumping a small amount of lube into my palm, I began to work on the man who was eating out Madeleine. I found a clean set of anal beads, and I pushed them into his ass one at a time, each bead bigger than the one before it. This time I met no resistance; each bead vanished into his ass with a satisfying pop.

It wasn’t long before I gauged he was ready. Hooking my finger through the ring at the end of the string, I pulled out the beads in one go. The man jerked and gave a little gasp that I registered straight to my pussy. A wolfish grin overspread my face. Angling his hips upwards, I slid into him from behind. The pumping music playing over the speakers wasn’t so loud I couldn’t catch his soft moan. I struck a slow rhythm initially, but as he brought Madeleine to her own ecstatic peak, my movements became deeper and stronger. Madeleine disengaged herself to sit back on the bench, watching us lazily.

I lost track of the time as I fucked my new boy toy. As I slammed my plastic cock into his ass for the final time, he gave a loud, wracking sob of pleasure and finally ejaculated. The man beneath him slipped his mouth off his cock just in time to receive a faceful of cum. He closed his eyes and obligingly opened his mouth as it fell in sticky wet spurts across his face. Madeleine caressed him on the back of his neck.

“Well done,” she cooed.

All that activity tempered my burning lust and raging need, bringing me close to something like post-coital bliss, although no one had so much as touched me. I cleaned off the dildo and helped the others wipe down. Pushing some sweaty strands of hair out of my eyes, I crooked my finger at one of the eager onlookers.

“Come here,” I commanded him. “You can make yourself useful to me.”

I took off my strap-on, and we settled up on one of the low couches. I relaxed back into the cushions as the young man massaged my arms and my legs. I glanced up and saw Thomas watching me from the shadows across the room. Like many of Missy’s guests at this point in the night’s festivities, he had shed his jacket and his shirt, leaving his upper body bare except for the leather harness and familiar collar around his neck. The cursive ‘M’ above his heart was unmistakable, even from this distance. Resisting the impulse to look away, I forced myself to steadily meet his gaze. I had nothing to hide or be ashamed of. Thomas broke contact first, looking down at the drink in his hand.

When my boy toy started kissing my neck, I gently pushed him back and gave him a firm look. No kissing. He flushed a little but nodded.

The young man’s touch was a shade clumsy, giving away his relative inexperience, but despite all that, the massage wasn’t unpleasant. With the music washing over me, I found myself relaxing and my eyes drifting shut.

That was, until I heard Missy’s voice, loud and clear above the buzz, commanding the attention of everyone in the room.

“We’ve got just over an hour to go until midnight. How about we do something a little special to end my birthday?” I heard her say coyly. Her words were met with applause and cheers. “Thomas, my love, why don’t you come here.” I opened my eyes.

Missy was standing up on one of the cages now, high above the rest of the crowd. She stood with a hand on her hip, surveying her audience with a little half-smile on her face. The light of the spotlight caught the diamond jewelry at her earlobes and around her neck, scattering pinpricks of light amplified by the revolving disco ball. Her ponytail was as high and straight as it ever was, not a hair out of place. Watching her, I was reminded of when I had first met her. How self-assured she seemed, how utterly perfect. ‘Goddess’ seemed like an appropriate word to describe her just then. Despite everything that had happened between us, I felt myself irresistibly drawn to her.

Thomas was sitting casually on one of the kitchen counter barstools, his silhouette backlit by the string lights hung above the cabinets and counter. He might have been completely relaxed except for the tension in his jaw.

“Yes Ma’am,” Thomas said.

Thomas obediently slid off the stool and his bare feet padded across the floor to meet her. She took his hand and pulled him up onto the table beside her. Swaying to the music, the contours of their bodies caught by the flickering lights, they might have been alone. It was an apt sight, the two of them pressed together intimately, above the rest of us, locked in their own claustrophobic world. There was no room for anyone else.

“You can stop the massage,” I murmured to the boy toy behind me, who had been equally distracted by Missy. He stopped his half-hearted massage with a sheepish grin, knowing his inattention had been found out.

A half-naked server decorated in the same metallic swirls of paint as the dancers came around with a tray of shots, and I found myself reaching for one. The sting of the alcohol hitting me made my eyes water and my mouth burn, but I was grateful for it. Already I was drinking more tonight than I usually did, but it had been awhile since I’d truly been hungover. Besides, I was feeling a little reckless. The liquor buzzed pleasantly in my veins, bringing a heady sense of unreality to the party.

Meanwhile, Missy was priming Thomas for his performance. Missy slowly undid the zipper of his pants and lowered them, exposing his cock for everyone to see. It was somewhere between soft and hard, the balls themselves loose in their sack. Thomas bent to take off his pants completely. Hooking her finger into the leather collar he wore around his neck, Missy pulled Thomas close and kissed him squarely on the mouth, claiming him as her hand wound around his sack and squeezed until her knuckles went white. He made a soft noise of pain, the lines of his body going rigid. I felt myself tensing in automatic response.

Abruptly, Missy released Thomas. With a fierce, savage smile twisting her face, she turned to face the room. “Let’s play a little birthday party game. I will offer up my beautiful, darling boyfriend to you all, my esteemed guests, and we’ll see just how many people he’s able to service before the clock hits twelve. Fuck his mouth, make him give you a hand job—do whatever it takes to make you cum.” Her eyes glittered.

I felt a knot of apprehension form in the pit of my stomach. I’d seen Thomas do variations of this routine before. After all, wasn’t this just like the time in the Hamptons, when I saw Missy and Thomas together and thought I had finally understood the truth of their relationship? But in the back of my mind, I knew this was different. Whatever Missy’s motivation now, this game was not about simple pleasure but something altogether darker and more dangerous. There would be no winners here.

“Open your mouth, Thomas,” Missy commanded, and Thomas obeyed. I was too far away to see what she held in her hand, but I didn’t have to see it to know what it was. Missy placed an aphrodisiac tablet on Thomas’s tongue, and he swallowed. She stroked his cheek and whispered something into his ear.

I sat there, an immobile observer frozen on the couch, as Thomas was pulled down from the coffee table. My companion asked to be dismissed and I did so absentmindedly. I lost sight of Thomas as he disappeared in the crowd. Missy had invited her guests to use him as they wanted, and they took her words to heart. As he licked and sucked everything they pushed into his face, they caressed and fondled the other parts of his body. He had his cock and ball ring on, and everyone seemed to know they didn’t actually have Missy’s permission to take him all the way. Nevertheless, the temptation to touch and tease him seemed too strong for them to resist.

“You could join them,” a voice said from behind me. It was James, free at last from his latest companion. He had smudges of lipstick on his cheek and along his neck. His hair was a disheveled mess. He flopped down beside me.

“I think I’ll sit this one out,” I said mildly.

“Why? You actually like him. All those other people just think he’s a shiny toy to play with before Mother sends them all home.”

I said nothing, and James smiled knowingly.

“That’s exactly the problem, isn’t it? You want it to be special.”

“I don’t want anything right now,” I said wearily. “You can fuck right off if you’re going to try—and fail—to read my mind.”

James chortled. “I’ll shut up, I promise.”

Someone produced a lead that they attached to the ring of Thomas’s collar. A woman I didn’t know sat on the back of the couch holding the end and looking smug while she pressed his face between his legs. A man dribbled wine down her body and she tossed her head back and laughed.

Thomas started out on his knees, but at some point, at Missy’s bidding, he ended up on his back on the floor. Women straddled his face while men fed him their cocks. He took everything they pushed at him like the good, obedient pet that he was. As the minutes bled by, I could see the aphrodisiac start to take effect. A too-bright flush overspread his cheeks, and his cock strained in its ring, dark and swollen with need.

Another server passed by with a tray of shots, and James reached over to grab one.

“Want one?” James asked me.

“Yes please,” I said. I took the glass he handed me and knocked it back, grimacing a little as I set it aside.

I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. A couple of people, neglected and bored by the wait around Thomas and Missy, came up to me to try and tempt me into some play, but I waved them off. Some sensible part of me urged me to leave now before it was too late, but I was glued to my seat, unable to look away from Missy’s spectacle.

But then Missy was beckoning someone forward. Even from where I sat, I could see that they were holding a padded leather blindfold and a pair of noise-canceling headphones. No, I thought, stunned. Thomas can’t…

Missy took them in her hands.