Swept Away: The First Bloodline (22 page)

             
“Yes, Master.”  Her breathing was heavy.  Hell, just watching the scene was making it hard for Taylor, causing her to concentrate on slow deep breaths. 

             
He lined his cock up to her entrance and rammed inside her all at once.  His hands gripped her ass tight and he pulled back away from her flesh, then slapped the shit out of her ass. 

             
Taylor jumped at the sound of the slap.

             
“Aargh!!!” She screamed out.  Taylor could hear the force of his thrust.  The liquid between them.  She shook her head. 
Damn it!  Why is this making me feel like this? 
She kept watching.  Praying for this to end.  She could feel an abundance of liquid between her legs.

             
“I’m glad you’re enjoying this.”  Again she didn’t turn to look at him, when Damien whispered to her.  She stayed tuned into the scene in front of her.  She wasn’t shamed of it either.  Weird she thought. 

             
The man stiffened, moaned and stilled inside her.  He pulled out, leaned down, pulling his pants back up, zipping them but leaving the button open.

             
Damn, that was quick!

             
“You have pleased me.  Will you ever disobey my orders again?”  His hand caressed her hair.  Almost like he was soothing her.

             
“No, Master.”

             
“Do you wish to come now?”  His voice had softened into a sincere and apologetic tone.

             
“Yes, Master.” He smiled with her response. 

             
He walked to the back of the table and pulled open a drawer.  He pulled out a wooden paddle, holding it up and turning it for all of the audience to see. 

             
Fuck no!!!
  Her mind screamed.  Damien’s hand tightened its grip reminding her not to say a word.  No interference what so ever.

             
The man walked beside her again, her body in front of him so that he was facing the crowd of onlookers.  “Do you want me to spank you until you come?”

             
“Yes!  Please, Master.” 
She’s begging him to spank her like that.  Bull shit!
  Taylor heard Damien chuckle quietly, causing her to turn giving him a go to hell look.

             
“Don’t judge so quickly Sweet.”  He sighed quietly. 
I can if I want to.  So much for live porn.  This is abuse.  This shit isn’t supposed to happen other than in books.  No way.

             
“Count them out loud for all to hear Sherry.  Show them how easy it is for you to come like this.  Show them how much you like it.”  She nodded at his instruction.

             
Taylor’s eyes grew as he pulled back the paddle.  Swiftly the paddle came down, POP!  She moaned out loudly mixed with a cry.

             
“One!  Thank You, Sir!” 

             
POP!  “Two! Thank You, Sir!” 

             
POP!  “Three! Thank You, Sir!” 

             
POP!  “Four!  Thank You, Sir!” 

             
POP!  Her knees buckled out from underneath her as she screamed, “Five!  Thank You, Sir!”  He dropped the paddle catching her quickly.  He caressed her back, her behind.  When she was finally able to bear weight on her legs again, he removed the restraints, picking her up into his arms, he carried her off the stage out the back.

             
The crowd began to applaud.  “Be nice Sweet.”  Taylor knew what he meant, so along with the crowd she applauded them.  She didn’t understand why she was clapping.  Even more so, she was more confused about why in the hell she felt so turned on.  It was as if she could feel every swat from the paddle.  Her insides had quivered.  Intensely.  She felt her womanly juices building into a pool between her legs.

             
She had wanted to look away but at the same time she had to watch.  Just replaying what she had just viewed was making her want to see it again.  But then the other part of her brain, the reality side, was telling her how disgusted she should feel.

             
Her mind told her that what she had watched was demeaning, cruel, harsh, and unforgiving to her.  That the minute the man had released Sherry, she should have picked up the paddle and broke it over his pathetic head.  But then the way he had looked at her was also puzzling.             

             
A complete stranger but Taylor could see the love this man felt for Sherry.  That he worshipped her.  She wondered what she could have done that was so bad, that he would punish her in a way Sherry hadn’t liked.

             
A grunt brought her back to her reality.  The reality that she had not only just watched a scene in a BDSM club, but she was here with Damien.  A vampire.  One in which was listening to her every thought right now.

             
Son of a ……. 
Her mind trailed off as she found the courage to look up at him.  His eyes were beaming with delight. 

             
“Fuck!  You’re going to do that to me aren’t you?”  As if fear now had a whole new meaning, she had just rewritten it in Webster’s.  He didn’t answer her.  “Where are we going now?”

             
“Back to the main room.  Unless you’re ready to go back to our room?”

             
“No!”  Her words were quick.  Had she not just witnessed what she had, Taylor would have planted her feet and turned around almost on a dead run back to their room.  But tonight, that was the last place she wanted to be with him.  Her mind was on a continuous web of thoughts, unable to shut it down.   

             
He had access to the torture devices there.  At least out here, there were witnesses.

             
“Witnesses.  Like we just were.   Do you really think they would try to stop it?”  He raised an eyebrow as they entered the main room.

             
“No, I don’t suppose they would.  I need to know are you going to hurt me?  Just answer me honestly.”  She demanded his answer.  This world had excited her when reading about it.  It had excited her viewing the little bit of it she had.  But the fear was causing her to much anxiety for her to comprehend anything she was seeing.  She needed answers if she was going to allow anything further to continue.

             
“I will not.  Nor would I ever.  With that said, do you think she was hurting.  You heard her yourself say she liked it.  Your body responded to it.  I can’t say that you won’t ever feel pain Taylor.  In all reality, this is what this world is about.  Some like to receive, some like to give.  Whether it be pain or control.  Both parties give to the other.  But I can promise you this, I will never give you more than what you can handle.”  His words were soft but she was aware that he was somewhat irritated.

             
“Please don’t do that to me.” 
It’s bad enough you’re gonna do it against my will, but for others to watch.  I’d rather eat shit and die first.

             
“Taylor, it is going to be quite pleasant to punish you later.  For you to think that I would want another laying his eyes on you like that is just plain stupid, mean, and arrogant.  And I don’t touch you against you’re will Sweet, you’ll do good to remember that as well.”  He turned his head away from her.  “I’m going to get your refill now.”  And he walked away.

             
She stared at his back as he stopped by the bar. 

             
I didn’t mean to hurt you.  I know you can hear me. Please don’t be mad at me.  Wait a minute.  You bring me here!  This is the first I have ever witnessed such and you expect me to be all like ok spank me baby!
 
I knew you were too good to be true.  I’d like a double of American Honey with a lemon slice please and thank you, SIR!
 

             
She screamed at him with her thoughts.  She watched his back straighten, tighten.  She immediately was thankful for the distance between them.  Then she came up with a plan, knowing full well he knew exactly what she would do.  She would get drunk, puke, turn him off, then pass out.  He wouldn’t be doing anything to her.

             
Jealousy and irritation swept over Taylor as she watched a woman walk up to Damien.  She kept her head down as she spoke with him.  She then turned facing Taylor, raising her head looking at her.  Taylor wondered what the woman could possibly want from her as the woman began walking towards her.

             
“Hello!  My name is Leah.  I spoke with your Master and he has given me permission to speak with you.   Is that ok?”

             
“I guess so.  I’m Taylor.”

             
“Nice to meet you.  I haven’t ever seen you here before.  This your first time here?”

             
Oh my first time everything.
  Taylor blushed.  “Yes.”

             
“I could tell.”

             
“How?”

             
“Your reaction to the scene.  I remember my first scene.  It was similar.  I remember exactly how I felt.  But I kept an open mind and let my body respond.”

             
“Does it hurt?”

             
“What the spankings with the paddle?”  Taylor nodded.  “God yes.  The first few aren’t too bad.  But after about three or four you want it to stop but at the same time you want it harder and faster.  I know it’s difficult to understand until you experience it.”

             
“Why do they like to hurt us?”

             
“Oh you are new at this aren’t you.  How can I put this in a way that you can understand.” Taylor watched as Leah struggled to find the right words. “The best way I know how to explain it is, they don’t do it for them.  They do it for us.  Sure they get pleasure from it, but not the pleasure we get I can assure you.  I have been a Dom before.  It was exciting and stimulating, but nothing like the rush I get off being a sub.”

             
“If you were a Dom, why are you a sub now?”

             
“Easy!  Because the sub has all the power.  The sub is the one that is in control.  It isn’t about pleasuring someone else.  It’s about receiving the pleasure that your Domme offers you.  In return, I get great pleasure both for myself and in giving him what he wants which is to pleasure me.  You might not understand why your Dom wants to do things new to you at first but if you allow yourself to enjoy it and push the thoughts of how wrong you think it should be back, it is exhilarating.

             
“Think of it this way.  I run my own business.  I make decisions all day long. I am in complete control of everything.  I have to be in control.  That is why I thought I was a Domme.  But after a night of bad betting, I realized that I was only pretending to be a sub.  I don’t want to make decisions when it comes to the bedroom.  That is one part of my life that I can leave in the hands of someone else and I know without a doubt, it’s in good hands.”

             
“How do you know that?  What if he hurts you?”

             
“He won’t.  I trust him not to.”

             
“Your right I don’t understand.  Enough about that though.  My Master as you put it is coming back.  But I need to know, did you have to ask his permission to speak to me?”

             
“Yep, it shows respect from one Dom to the next.  Knowing that a sub is asking permission shows that she/he respects the Dom as well as their own Dom.”

             
“I see.”  Taylor didn’t see.  She was even more tangled now than she was before.

             
“I better get back.  If you have any questions, let me know.  I don’t mind helping out.”

             
“Thanks.”

             
Damien stood beside her now with irritation radiating off of his body.  He stared at her while sliding the shot, lemon and drink in front of her.  “Well!” Attitude noted.

             
“Well what?  You forget I can’t read your mind.”  Attitude returned.

             
“Take your shot.  We don’t have long before the next scene.”  He sat but he turned from her.

             
“You know, if you can’t even look at me or your just gonna keep giving the freaking cold shoulder, take me home.”  She didn’t want to go home.   She just didn’t know if she could live the world he apparently, was well educated in, but for him she was willing to try.  It was the way that Leah had explained trusting her Domme.  The fact was no matter how much Taylor had seen, how nervous she felt, she trusted him completely.

             
Taylor scorned herself.  All of this was for her.  He brought her here because deep down inside she had fantasized about being the girl in the book.  About being strapped down.  About suspension.  About the forced orgasms that she didn’t see as a punishment as they had been used in the novel.  He had planned all of this for her and she was being rude and hateful about it.