Symphony Of Control

Twelve

The First Taste

Emma's POV

“Count, Emma.” The order vibrated through me, a jolt fiercer than any slap.

Face down, ass up and tied to the table. My wrist turned as the leather bit into my skin— my legs spread out, totally exposed with my p***y throbbing desperately.

CRACK!

The first strike was like a white-hot brand on my ass.

“Ah— one!” I jolted up but the restraints dug deeper. “f*****g hell!”

Max hand grabbed my hair as he pulled my head back. “Look at me, bitch.”

I met his cold and hungry gaze.

CRACK!

“Two!” My vision became blurry with tears. He was enjoying this— every last and every scream… I felt it.

His free hand snaked down, fingers pinching my n****e through the flimsy fabric of my bra.

A sharp wave of pleasure s**t through me.

CRACK!

“Three!” My voice finally faltered. He squeezed harder as a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

“Do you know why I'm punishing you?” He murmured, his hot breath fanning my ear.

“Because I touched an invitation meant for someone else…” I gasped, my throat feeling tight.

“And what are you now?”

“Your whore.”

He released my hair, his fingers tracing down the curves of my throbbing ass cheeks.

CRACK!

“Four!”

He paused with the whip hovering as his fingers dug into my flesh, teasingly. Four fingers pressed hard against my still covered p***y lips, then he pushed them inside me— without a heads up.

I yelped, arching my back.

He kept flogging me.

“You want more, right?” His voice was laced with mockery.

Others watched the scene— delight flooded their faces as they laughed.

“Yes…” I choked. “More. Please…”

He dropped the whip and heavy silence took over. “Then show them.”

Confusion rushed through me. Show who?

He stepped back and my gaze shifted— footsteps approached me.

‘What have I gotten myself into?’

Panic washed over me— the others were watching. The hooded guy who I've figured his name to be, Max didn't release me. I wasn't given a chance to adjust or prepare.

He flipped me onto my back, slowly. My t**s bounced— n*****s hard and aching. My legs were wide open with my swollen p***y on full display.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

He gave a nod and then a masked stranger stepped forward and unzipped his pants.

“Terry, hold on…” Max ordered.

My eyes flew open. Terror mixed with undeniable thrill— am I really going to have my first taste?

“I told myself I'd just watch… but now, here I am about to take a stranger's c**k, and Max hasn't even touched me yet.”

He hadn't even f****d me yet— I thought he was the leader?

He stood at the edge of the table, arms folded as he watched me with that cold stare.

With another gesture, a black-haired lady moved beside me. She bent down, tugging my shirt up over my head and my bra followed, fast.

My n*****s popped out.

“Mmm,” she smirked as she brushed her nails across them.

“Such pretty t**s for a little hole.”

The blonde from earlier grabbed my skirt and yanked it down, tearing my G-string with just a move.

“Look how wet she is already,” She whispered to Max. “So f*****g desperate.”

He didn't say a word.

I was completely naked now, arms tied, legs spread and chest bare. My cunt breathed as everyone watched.

“You wanted to feel?” The blonde asked.

I nodded.

“Then feel this.”

She slid two fingers inside me real fast and deep.

“Ahhh—f**k!” I moaned.

She curled them inside me, her thumb pressing hard against my c**t as she rubbed circles on it.

I arched my back, moaning louder. “Ah—ahh—please—f**k…”

She didn't stop.

The other girl grabbed my jaw, forcing it open.

“You’re gonna be very useful now.”

“Terry…” I heard Max call faintly and the masked guy stepped forward. His c**k was in full sight now— hard, veiny and already hard.

“No—wait—” I tried to say but the lady shoved him in.

“Mmmfff—gkkk—fuckkk—” I gagged.

He grabbed both sides of my head and started thrusting deep and fast— no warning, no pause for me to catch my breath.

Tears fell from my eyes— throat churning. I couldn't speak, I just choked and dropped, moaning through it.

The girl fingered me harder— my cunt was so wet it made sloppy sounds.

I moaned on his c**k, my body jerking and thighs shaking.

Max still hadn't moved from his spot. He watched like a judge.

I finally came— hard as I screamed on the c**k, voice muffled. My p***y tightened around her fingers, leaking all over the table.

I thought it was over but I guess that was just the beginning.

Another man stepped forward. My mouth was empty for one second and then filled again.

This new c**k was way bigger— he slapped my lips first. “Open wise, slut.”

I obeyed.

He face-f****d me rough, spit dripping down my chin.

He groaned.

“f**k, she's tight— she's made for this.”

“Take it,” the blonde whispered. “Be a good toy.”

I moaned, gagged and sucked harder. My p***y pulsing and stomach tightened again.

Max finally walked forward.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “You're not a guest tonight, Emma. You're a tool.”

I nodded but couldn't speak— my mouth was full and face soaked.

He touched the collar I'd brought with me and dangled it before my eyes.

“You'll earn this,” he said.

He looked at the blonde. “Make her feel all the feelings we have offered here.”

She replaced her fingers with something thicker. From the feeling I could tell it was a toy— she shoved it inside me. My hips jumped.

“Ohhhhhh f**k—fuckk—ahhh—I’m gonna—ahh—fuckkk—”

She pushed it in deep and made a sharp twist.

I screamed.

The guy f*****g my throat groaned. “She's coming while choking— damn girl.”

He finally came— shooting his hot milk down my throat. He pulled out, gently massaged every last drop over my t**s and lips.

Another man took over— I was being used.

But I didn't care.

I wanted all they could give.

My second orgasm crashed through me and I cried out— voice loud and hoarse.

Max stepped back again with his arms crossed and face calm.

“You're nothing now,” he said. “Not the calm innocent student, not the sweet girl— you're just a mouth, a hole.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Use me.”

He nodded. “Hell they will.”

***

When it finally ended, I was covered in spit, c*m and sweat.

I was untied but my knees quickly gave out. Max caught me before I could fall— it wasn't a comforting moment at all.

He leaned down.

“You begged without saying the word,” he whispered. “That's how I knew you were the deal.”

I looked up at him, still shaking and wet.

“Make me yours,” I said.

He smiled.

“You will be.”

He let them to the ground and walked away— leaving me on my knees, completely sore.

Strangely, I wanted more— not just from the strangers but from the mysterious Max himself.