Dirty Bad Box Set - Jade West Page 0,132

a breath, twitching in my seat.

She didn’t fight him, melting seamlessly to his body as he pressed himself up against her.

“Take it for me, Cat, take all of it.”

Her lips parted, expression glazed in rapture, as though Masque was God Himself. I knew that feeling. It unfurled in my stomach like a flower, dancing right the way down between my thighs.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He secured her flogger choker in one hand, sliding the other around to her breast where he twisted her nipple until she groaned. “That’s it. Hurt for me. Show me your pain.”

His grip was so fucking harsh. Her next groan was choked by the restriction at her throat, it came out raspy and desperate.

“That’s right, good girl. Let’s see how much you want me.”

His fingers weren’t gentle, splaying her pussy to reveal her glistening clit to the crowd. She was soaked, her pussy lips like dewy petals, wet and wanting. Wanting him.

I had to choke out my own whisper. “See how good this is for her?”

I felt Callum nod, and my own clit started tingling, hot with its own need.

Masque smiled against Cat’s cheek, perfect lips tight against her skin. “That’s my girl, Cat, my beautiful, sweet, perfect girl. I want to hurt your pretty little cunt, Cat. You’ll give it to me, won’t you?”

She groaned, nodding her head in spite of the pressure at her throat.

“I’m going to hurt you so bad, Cat, so the whole room can share your beautiful pain. I know you want them to see how good you are for me.”

Another nod, the slightest choke.

“And then they can watch me fuck your tight little cunt until you scream. They can watch me love you, Cat... love you with pain... with beautiful fucking pain...”

I twitched in my seat, itching to jill myself fucking crazy regardless of who was around to watch. I forced myself to keep calm, resisting the urge to drag Callum away from this place and beg him for cock. Not yet, I wanted to watch, wanted him to watch this too.

I kept my eyes on Cat, on her pliant body, so fucking wet for him. Masque took the flogger from her neck, giving her a moment to regain her balance.

“Get ready.”

She straightened up, took hold of the chains, muscles tense in anticipation.

He didn’t go easy with the first strike. The tails of the flogger curled around her ribs to bite the soft underside of her breast. She cried out, head lolling back, then prepared for more. The next lash caught her around the thigh, hard enough for her to jerk to the side. She resumed her position without being asked, trained to perfection.

I watched Masque watching Cat, the way his eyes were all over her body, taking in every twitch, every movement, every little gasp from her mouth. He timed his stokes perfectly, stringing her tight on the edge of her tolerance. His punishment became more brutal, increasing with the spike of her endorphins. Slowly she stopped jerking, letting the chains take her weight as she submitted entirely to his will.

He pushed her so fucking hard, and she was so beautiful for it. Eyes big and pretty, her gaze soft and willing. And then tears. They welled up slowly, pooling in the corners of her eyes. She sobbed so softly, spilling her pain in sweet release.

Masque’s demeanour changed, his strikes placed further apart, giving her time to cry between each flash of pain.

“That’s my perfect girl, Cat. My beautiful girl. Tell me what you need.”

My heart leapt in memory of those perfect fucking words.

“I need more pain...” she begged. “Please, Masque, please...”

He closed the gap between them, pulling her face to his for the deepest fucking kiss. He kissed her like he loved her, like there was nobody but them, like she’d given him the biggest gift a person could give.

And then he licked up her tears. Slowly but surely he licked them all up.

A moan escaped my throat and Callum’s fingers responded, dancing ever so slightly closer to the heat between my thighs. I willed him to continue, willed him to touch me, but he stayed put. I looked at him in the shadows, finding his eyes as transfixed by the stage as mine had been.

Masque moved to Cat’s front and I knew what was next.

“Your tits are so beautiful, Cat. They’ll mark so fucking pretty.”

Pink slashes across her skin turned red. Dark red. He was a picture of composure as she cried before him, choosing the perfect

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