Serene stared at the text on her phone. "Don't be late."
She knew she would rather not find out what her lateness would cost, so she got dressed quickly and left without the driver. She boarded a cab and went straight there.
She was scared and uncertain, but her body still carried her forward. When she got there, she walked into the apartment in that lonely off-town place. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind. She wanted to go back, but her legs wouldn't stop moving.
Inside, it was dark except for the glow of candles, lit like a romantic setup. She froze in surprise. A thrill shivered through her, the kind of thrill she had never felt with Lucien, who had never been the romantic type. Her body was already responding to the atmosphere. What was happening to her? Why did this excite her in ways she didn't want to admit?
On the table sat a note instructing her to pick up the blindfold and put her hands in the cuffs. Her heart raced. She didn't know why he was doing this to her. She should have turned and run, but instead she obeyed the mysterious man's instructions. Deep down, she wanted to. Her thoughts were dirty, shameful.
Her pussy was already wet. Being cuffed helpless, turned her on.
She felt someone walk in. The scent hit her first, masculine intoxicating. She could feel the heavy presence of him in the room. She tried to imagine his features. Was he tall? How thick was his cock? She couldn't stop the thoughts. And then another panic: what if someone caught her like this?
The man spanked her ass, hard. She was already lying in the place he instructed, her hands cuffed, her legs chained, her body completely at his mercy. She moaned at the mixture of pain and pleasure, then begged him to stop.
He came to her head, rubbing it like she was some obedient pet. Shame and arousal tangled inside her, her pussy leaking shamelessly.
"Good girl," he said, his voice deep, commanding. "I knew you would actually come here."
Her body trembled. His words turned her on. He made her call him *Master* from that moment on, making her his pet. He warned her not to disobey unless she wanted to be punished. And by punishment did he mean destroying her reputation?
She dared to ask how he got videos of her, but he only laughed. "Don't get ahead of yourself, told her.
"I own you now."
And instead of fear, her body responded with heat.
He brought his cock to her mouth, told her to lick it like a good girl, like she had in those secret videos, like she had for Lucien. That's when she realized he had always been watching her.
When he pushed inside her mouth, she choked. His size overwhelmed her, but she sucked greedily, his hand gripping her head as he fucked her mouth. His groans and praise made her wetter, made her want him more. She was ashamed, but the shame only drove her deeper. She wanted to be his good pet.
When he pumped faster and finally came, she swallowed his release, her first taste of cum.
Master rubbed her head. "Not bad. Such a cock-sucking whore."
His hands found her nipples, squeezing until she moaned, until her body writhed under his touch. His mouth claimed one, sucking hard, while she begged for him to take the other. He licked down her body, stopping at her pussy. Her breath caught. She spread her legs wide, desperate for him to eat her.
"Please… can you lick me?" Her voice shook with need, her pussy aching with memory of the way he had devoured her that first night.
But he silenced her with a sharp command. "Shut up." She obeyed instantly.
His cock rubbed against her soaked folds. She moaned shamelessly. She tried to push her hips to force him inside, but he only teased, making her beg.
Finally, he slid into her, filling her. The stretch, the fullness, made her cry out. He didn't move at first, only ground against her clit while she begged for more. She wanted to cum, wanted to lose herself completely.
"All those nights with Lucien," she thought, "I imagined this man instead."
When he finally fucked her, he fucked her hard. Her moans spilled freely, her pussy clenching, her orgasm so close until he pulled out, denying her release.
She gasped, desperate, begging for him to finish her. He only kissed her roughly, then gave her one final command: keep the blindfold on for five minutes, unless she wanted the video of tonight to go public.
Panic struck. What had she done? She had begged this man to use her, had swallowed his cum, had let him fuck her. If Lucien ever found out.
She pleaded with him not to post anything, promising to always be a good pet. He untied her and left.
After the blindfold was off, she ran outside, but there was no trace of him.
Her pussy still leaked, her face hot with shame and arousal. She took her phone and hurried home, her mind in chaos.
Later, showered and restless, she received a new message. Her first punishment wasn't over. Tonight, she was to wear the vibrator he left and accompany Lucien to a banquet.
How did he know about Lucien's schedule details even she didn't know?
Her thoughts spiraled. Could it be one of Lucien's friends? And Cassandra, was she involved too? She remembered the day Cassandra had fucked someone while her husband wasn't home. Who was that man?
She debated telling Cassandra about what happened, but if Cassandra told her husband, Lucien would know. And she couldn't risk her marriage.
When Lucien came home, he told her to get ready for the banquet. She slipped the vibrator in, covered herself with red lace panties, and went with him.
The hall was filled with Lucien's friends, some with partners, some alone. At the table, she found Cassandra. They hugged, and Serene sat beside her.
Then the buzzing began.
The vibrator was alive inside her. Her lips parted with a muffled moan, quickly suppressed. Cassandra looked at her with concern.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Serene nodded, pretending composure, though her panties were already soaked. She was being edged in public, teased mercilessly. Every time she neared release, the vibration cut off, leaving her trembling.
Another text buzzed her phone. "Walk to table nine and let that man bring you to orgasm. It's your reward."
Her hand shook. She hesitated. A video popped up on her screen evidence, a threat. She deleted it quickly and stood, excusing herself.
At table nine sat a handsome stranger.
"He knows what to do already," the next text read.
The man didn't touch his phone. Panic hit Serene. Were there more people working with Darius? Did they all know about her?
She sat down. The man smiled and slipped his hand onto her lap. He reached under her panties, removed the vibrator, and fingered her boldly at the table. Her breath hitched. A stranger was fingering her at her husband's banquet. And she loved it.
The orgasm ripped through her. Shame heated her cheeks as he licked his fingers, then slid the vibrator back into her.
"Serene."
Her name. Lucien's voice.
She froze. The stranger's hand was still inside her panties as her husband approached the table.