Wicked Love - Michelle Dare Page 0,19

porch rail, open my mouth wide and shove my index finger inside, pressing my tongue down, allowing my gag reflex to awaken, and do what I need it to do.

I lean over the rail, and toss the contents of my stomach. I repeat the action until there is nothing left. Tears from the heaving run down my cheeks. I wipe them with the back of my hand, and breathe in the chilly October night air, to get my breathing regulated once again. My head is pounding from the exertion, but the effects of whatever it was Peter had put in my drink are slowly subsiding.

Several minutes later, I hear the door open and turn to see Shelby coming out onto the porch. “Are you alright?” she asks, “I’ve been looking for you. I saw you pushing your way out the door.”

I looked at her. “Did you know that prick put something in my drink?” I ask loudly.

“What? No, who are you talking about?”

“That Peter Pan prick,” I snap. “I told you I didn’t want to do anything but watch. But you leave me alone the minute we get here!” I’m angry and Shelby knows it, but she’s not about to give an inch.

“Wait, wait one fucking minute,” she snaps back, “You wanted to come, so I brought you, but I sure as hell am not here to babysit you or to be your personal bouncer, Carson. I’m here to have a good time. And,” she continues, “It’s time for me to make my appearance so you can Uber on out of here if you can’t handle this.”

She turns on her heel and re-enters the house.

What the hell?

I’m confused again - but not for the same reason as before. My curiosity trumps any fear or apprehension I have about not witnessing all of this in full. So I head back inside to see that others have joined the circle of light.

I squeeze through the onlookers so I can get a better look at the activities taking place. Burba is now wielding a leather flog, which he is putting to use on Nydia’s ass. She squeals in pain with each slap of the leather on her tender skin. Several of the lash marks are oozing drops of blood. But Burba continues as he watches Owletta, who is now on her hands and knees, getting fucked anally by The Marquis de Sade. His grunts of pleasure and her squeals of delight seem to propel Burba to continue the whipping of the slave Nadia.

And then I see newcomers to the limelight. It’s Shelby, excuse me, I mean “O” from The Story of O, and none other than Peter Pan. Shelby is wielding a leather crop, as she stands with her legs apart, Peter kneels in front of her, his shirt removed, as she lays the crop across his bare back. He flinches just a bit, as she continues using the crop, and then suddenly, he lets out a low, primal growl; his hands shoot out and grab her boots, pulling her legs out from under her. She lands with a thud on the floor, and the attention of Burba is now on ‘O’ and Peter.

He drops his flog, and brings Nydia to her feet, releasing her ankle shackles, he drags her over to where ‘O’ and Peter are now coupled up. She’s still in her leather skirt and boots, and he’s relieved her of her bustier and is sucking on one of her tits.

I admit, I’m transfixed with seeing this weird sexual show play out. Someone from across the room yells out, “Let’s see some fucking and sucking!”

Owletta is up for that challenge as she struts over to Peter, pushes ‘O’ aside, and unceremoniously squats down in front of him, her hand reaches out and takes his cock, fisting and jacking it. Burba now joins in, shoving ‘O’ onto her back, pushing the leather up to her belly, and ramming his hardened cock into her pussy in one hard thrust. She screams at his girth, but within moments, her pointed leather boots are digging into his buttocks with a vengeance as he continues to pump in and out of her without a condom. The Marquis has now moved over to the couple, straddling ‘O’s face, his dick shoved halfway down her throat as she gives him head.

Soon, it all becomes a frantic frenzy, of fucking, slapping, flogging and switching partners. It’s too much for me when in one haunting moment, I see Nydia, the