audience’s veins. It was almost as if Ruby knew this man could feel their desire, hear each breath they took, and taste the anticipation of the show to come. His dominance almost took Ruby's breath away.
His dark brown hair rested slightly below his ears: his pale skin and ominous appearance gave him an aura that intrigued Ruby. She watched the black jacket he wore sway as his body moved. The tight, black pants clung to his muscled thighs. His button-down white shirt revealed enough of his chest to make Ruby and every audience member's mouth water in anticipation of glimpsing more. Watching his performance pulled at every sensation in Ruby's body. She wanted to run away, close her eyes, or do anything but stand in that room. On the other hand, her curiosity about the taboo won over.
“Master?” the woman on the bed questioned.
“No. I'm here to prepare you for his return,” the man with the red scarf answered softly.
“I want Master.”
“You will have him.” The man moved to the bed. “Place your arms above your head,” he commanded.
The dark-haired girl hesitated for a moment. Any doubt she may have had was overpowered by the seductive energy this man possessed. Her dilated eyes twinkled with arousal as she gradually brought her hands over her head. Her lips parted in desire, beckoning the man for the simplest of touches. She arched her back just enough to thrust out her hardened nipples, pleading for him to take them under his control. The man reached for each of her wrists and wrapped them with the red scarf from around his neck and tied them to the headboard of the bed. He then grabbed each ankle and repeated the step of securing her to the bed.
“Kiss me,” the woman gasped.
Ruby could see the moisture along the soft folds of the woman's recently waxed pussy. She gyrated her hips in desperate need to be satisfied. Ruby could only imagine how the woman felt. The sexual spell this room had on the spectators was all-powerful. It was an assumption of course, but Ruby could almost feel the craving, needing, longing, and desire that people felt as everyone watched on. Ruby could feel the pulsating between her own legs. Surprised by her feelings, she couldn't look away. Ruby hungered for more.
The man slowly and seductively began to remove each item of his own clothing. Each movement of the man had the naked woman groaning for more. The girl's exposed pussy delicately dripped in anticipation for what he had in store.
“First rule is never command. You are not the one in charge.” The man straddled the raven beauty and pressed his hard cock against her. “Your Master is the one to give commands. Only your Master.”
The man lowered his mouth to the woman's hardened nipple and began to suck. He sucked and nibbled while softly massaging the girl’s mound with the tip of his cock. He moved his mouth to the other nipple and continued to drive the girl to the edge of pleasure.
“More!” The girl begged as she flung her head in wild abandon.
The man reached down to the girl’s pussy and briskly slapped the swollen folds. “I see that you don’t understand that you are not the one in control. Your Master will not tolerate being told what to do.” The man slapped the woman's pussy once again, releasing a moan from her. “You obviously need to be trained before his arrival.”
“Yes, please,” the dark-haired girl begged as she thrust her hips to meet the man's cock with more force.
The man reached for a satin bag on the floor beside the bed. He pulled out a pair of silver nipple clamps adorned with small emeralds. Ruby swallowed hard, liking the idea of having jewelry placed on the most intimate of places.
Still straddling the woman, the man grabbed one of her hardened nipples and very gently clasped the biting teeth. The woman let out a gasp as her back arched. Ruby watched the slight grimace of pain on her face return to the sedated look of pleasure. The man bent down and softly placed his