“Oh,” she said. I wondered if she was reaching between her legs.
“And I won’t blindfold you, because I want you to see the men who are hurting you for their amusement. I want you to see their eyes and hands, and their cocks.”
“Are you going to let them fuck me?”
I could tell from the way she asked that she wanted me to answer yes, and my dick wanted to answer yes, but my mind thought no. Hell no. No one fucks you but me.
Of course, that was ridiculous. That wasn’t how The Gallery worked. Share and share alike, hurt and hurt alike, and occasionally pass your subs around to other horny Doms, because everyone got off on it. I’d shared dozens of women at The Gallery, and enjoyed watching them open their legs and mouths for other men’s cocks. If the women wanted it, I wanted it, but the idea of sharing Ella didn’t bring the usual surge of depraved pleasure.
“I might let them fuck you.” My erection was fading. “If you deserve it.”
But probably not, because I’m feeling violently jealous right now.
That was a first for me, feeling jealous about actions and situations that hadn’t even happened yet, concerning a woman I’d only known for a week. It was kind of insane. Kind of stupid.
“Are you touching yourself right now?” I asked.
“I might be. The Gallery sounds like a pretty sexy place.”
“Are you wet? Are you soaking your panties?”
“Yes.” I heard the shift in her voice as I unzipped my fly. “Yes, Sir. I’m very wet.”
“You need to take those panties off, then, before they’re a total mess. Do it now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stroked my fingers up and down my shaft, imagining her getting naked, remembering the delicate way she moved. My body missed her. My cock missed her. I was throbbing with need.
“Are your panties off? Are you in bed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good. Because you should be getting some sleep soon. The best way to deal with jet lag is to be proactive. Get totally nude and lie back on top of the covers. It’s okay if you feel a little cold, a little exposed. You still need to do what I tell you.”
“Okay, Sir.” Her voice was so expressive. In that Okay, Sir, I heard humor, dread, curiosity. Definitely lust. “I’m lying down now.”
“Good girl. Now open your legs as wide as you can while still feeling comfortable, because you’re going to keep them open for a while.”
“Okay.”
“Are they open? Take a picture for me. I want to see your pussy.”
A pause, and then, “Please, no pictures. I promise I’m doing everything you say.”
She sounded troubled, even upset. “Okay,” I said. “No pictures.” Some subs got into that, while others were cautious, and Ella barely knew me. “What I need you to do now is reach down and part your pussy lips, and hold them back so you can feel the air on your clit. But be careful you don’t touch your clit, all right? I don’t want you to do that.”
“Okay. Yes, Sir.”
I could hear the echo of her apartment bedroom, since I was on speaker now. I pumped my cock, listening for every small, ambient sound. “Do you have a dildo there?” I asked. “Or a butt plug?”
She let out a little laugh. “No. I was afraid to bring anything through customs.”
“Too bad. We’ll have to use our imaginations. Are you still holding your pussy lips open?
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to pretend my cock’s sliding into you right now. I want you to squeeze on it, and arch your hips like I’m stretching you open and coming all the way in.” I stroked my cock along with my words, wishing I was really sliding into her. “Can you feel my cock in your pussy, Ella?”
“Yes, Sir.” She sounded breathless. I was already holding off an orgasm.
“I want you to close your eyes and feel my cock inside you, but I don’t want you to touch your clit. Do you understand? You’re not allowed to come right now, because I’m not hurting you. You’re only allowed to come from now on when I’m hurting you. That’s our new rule.”
She made a sound of complaint, something between a whimper and a groan.
“Don’t you dare touch your clit, girl, even if it’s wet and aching. My cock is aching so bad, thinking about you with your legs spread, a big cock inside you. It’s too bad you’re not allowed to come, but rules are rules.”
“But I really want to come. Please, Sir.”
“No. That’s not the way it works between us. If I was there, I could put some nipple clamps on you, and put a big, painful butt plug in your ass, and maybe then I’d let you come. But you’re not feeling hurt enough right now, are you?”
“I’m hurting a little bit,” she said. Almost a whine. “I mean, it hurts that I can’t touch my clit.”
“Don’t you fucking dare. I’ll know if you do it. You keep those fingers right where they are. Close to your clit, but not touching it. And don’t roll over and try to hump the bed or anything. Only whores do that. Just lie there and imagine my cock moving in and out of you, pounding your hungry, juicy pussy. Are you imagining that?”
She didn’t respond, just made a sound that was so pained and frustrated I almost lost it. My orgasm throbbed to be let loose. I held to the last few moments of stretching pleasure, basking in her discomfort.
“I’m going to come, baby,” I told her. “I’m fucking your pussy so hard, and it’s so beautiful that you’re doing as you’re told, even though it means you can’t come too. Are you hot, baby?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“I know, it’s so hard. It’s so sad. Just keep those legs spread. I promise next time we’re together I’ll hurt you and let you come, but not tonight.”
“Oh,” she said, her voice trembling with disappointment. “I wish you were here to hurt me. I really do.”
“I know.” I gritted my teeth, so close, so close. “I’m coming now. God. Jesus. I’m coming inside you. Can you feel me?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir.”
“Don’t close your legs.” I gasped as I spurted all over my hand. The sensation was nothing without the gorgeous visual of her suffering on her bed across town, thighs spread, clit exposed, her features twisted with longing. I shuddered from the power of it, and her willingness to play along.
“God, baby, that was so fucking good.”
“Yeah,” she said, forlornly. “I’m glad it was good.”
“It wasn’t as good for you, was it? Take some deep breaths, and pretend your clit isn’t there.”
“That’s hard to do,” she whimpered. “Because it’s really buzzing right now.”
“I know. Just stay as you are, perfectly still, until the arousal starts to fade. Because you aren’t allowed to come, are you?”
“No, Sir.”
“Why, baby?”
“Because you aren’t hurting me, and I’m only allowed to come when you’re hurting me. Although, this kind of hurts right now, a lot.”
“I know it does. Deep breaths.”
She made another of those desperate, breathless sounds, half gasp, half grunt. If I wasn’t so wrung out, I might have come again.
“You sure you won’t take a picture for me?” I asked. “I bet you look beautiful right now.”
“I’ll take one of my face if you want. But no nudity. It’s…to be safe.”