Dominating Jess: A Fantasy Fulfilled Novella by Rachel Nixx Read Free Book Online Page A

my
outstretched arm, down my fingertips and then back up to my underarm. Without
lifting the tip, he traced down the side of my breast to my hip, finally
dragging it over the curve of my ass.
    I shook as if I were
freezing instead of burning up.
    With one quick move,
the tip of the knife lifted from my skin and then I felt it slide hard against
my ass. I gasped. No pain. I must be feeling the back side of the blade. What
then...
    And my g-string
snapped.
    Holy shit, he’d cut my
panties.
    Then the other side,
another snap and a tug.
    I had no clothes on.
Nothing to shield me from a roomful of greedy eyes, eyes that treated me as if
I were their own.
    “Ahhh,” said Jake
before he laughed behind me. “Oh, my friends. You really must see this.”
    What? What was he
laughing at? Did I look ridiculous, ass up in the air like this? Were they all
going to laugh at me again?
    “I wish you could see
yourself like this.” A camera flashed behind me. “You really are magnificent. I
knew you had a great body, but I didn’t really think you’d look this much like the good whore you want to be.”
    I lost my breath again
at his words. I wanted to speak so badly, but I didn’t know what to say. I
didn’t know what I’d be allowed to say.
    “Look, friends,” he
said, his voice booming. “Look how the whore drips!”
    His finger touched the
lips of my pussy, and I made a low, keening noise at the back of my throat.
Slick. I could feel how slick and wet I was. I was swollen. All it took was one
finger barely grazing my slit to bring me to to the point of dizziness.
    Continuing in the
voice he meant everyone to hear, he said, “I think you all should come close
and see what I mean. See what a good slut we have with us in the room.” He
translated, and the room broke into sound. Chairs creaked backward, glasses
clinked onto tables, and excited voices rose.
    Jake leaned toward me
and said in a lower tone, “Usually I line them up single file. But you? I think
you can take whatever they want to do to you.”
    Was it possible for a
heart to race so fast that it would just stop? My calves ached with the strain
of being in an almost downward dog position in the heels. I dug the pads of my
fingers into the seat of the chair, trying to make damned sure my arms and legs
didn’t tremble. I couldn’t help the way I was breathing, as if I were being
pursued, but I could at least try to control the rest of my body. My traitorous
dripping body.
    Within a minute, I was
ringed by people. Mostly men, they pushed forward, shoulder to shoulder,
forming a solid wall of bodies. I was tempted to close my eyes, to pretend they
weren’t there. But I heard Jake’s words before he said them: Keep your eyes
open. And I did. I could obey in this. I would be brave.
    One solid, reassuring
touch, then. Jake’s hand cupped my face as he knelt to look at me. “You’re
doing great.”
    And with that, I knew
I would do my best. For him. I wanted to do this.
    And for me.
    The first touch that
wasn’t Jake’s was abrupt. A slap on my ass cheek, a sudden crack of noise and
stinging pain. Nothing compared to the whip Zee had wielded earlier, but it
landed on tender skin, nonetheless. So far today I’d been spanked and whipped.
Usually all my skin had to put up with was the smooth satin of my Muay Thai
shorts.
    The slap was followed
by another, a different hand, a heavier one. Then, before I could catch my
breath, it was followed by a flurry of blows, many hands reaching forward to
hit me. I kept my eyes on the ground in front of the chair, trying to keep
myself still. I focused on one pair of shoes in particular. Brown leather
wingtips, dusty at the tip. If I could just keep my eyes on those, just keep my
breathing even, I could handle this.
    One particularly large
hand landed with force right on my exposed pussy, the first time anyone had
slapped me there. It hurt, yes, but it also brought me so close to coming that
a tortured scream ripped from my