A Work in Progress, Part Eight #NSFW, 18+

Hello my friends,

Thank you for continuing to follow our protagonist on her journey in submission. I promise you that she will suffer greatly (for your pleasure) in Alexander’s dungeon. Please know that your readership is much appreciated!

XOXO,

Nora

P.S. And, if you missed the first seven segments, you might want to get caught up first…

A Work in Progress, Part One

A Work in Progress, Part Two

A Work in Progress, Part Three

A Work in Progress, Part Four

A Work in Progress, Part Five

A Work in Progress, Part Six

A Work in Progress, Part Seven

Part Eight

Slowly, Alexander walked around the table, his eyes never leaving my body.  I was on hands and knees, my head up and gaze forward, thighs parted slightly just as he had instructed.  The garters and stockings that Anne-Marie had adorned me with only seemed to bring attention to my state of undress and I could feel that my nipples had hardened into tiny pebbles in the cool air of this dungeon-like room.  Coming to stand before me, his arms crossed, Alexander looked straight into my eyes.  As I have been trained, I lowered my gaze and I heard him chuckle softly.  A wicked grin on his face, he reached out and firmly twisted one nipple and then the other, torturing each until I cried out in pain.

“Yes, yes,” he said softly, stroking my face.  “I quite like hearing you cry, little girl.  I’m afraid you will cry many tears for me before this night is through.”

His foreboding words unnerved me and sent tingles to places that they shouldn’t.  There was so much darkness in those eyes.

“Anne-Marie,” Alexander said, his voice like a knife through my reverie.   

With a raised eyebrow and crooked finger, Alexander beckoned my lady from the bar where she stood beside Grant.  Both had been sipping a fine wine and Anne-Marie had been stroking Grant’s hard member over his trousers as they watched their young charge with great pleasure.  Nora endured her first inspection well, her beautiful form on display upon the marble table under the chandelier. Thus far, they were impressed with her obedience, particularly when they observed that she did not hesitate when Alexander ordered her to part her thighs for him.

Looking to Grant for approval first, Anne-Marie made her way to the center of the room.

When Anne-Marie was standing beside him, Alexander took her hand and made a great show of kissing it gently, winking at his friend at the bar. 

“Anne-Marie,” Alexander said, his voice gentle for her.  “Please be a dear and explain to this girl the rules which will govern her behavior tonight.”

I felt the butterflies in my tummy grow…there were rules?

While Anne-Marie had grown used to the passionate ways of their friend Alexander, she found herself blushing as his warm lips made contact with her skin.  Grant sipped his wine and looked on in amusement at this display of affection.

“Certainly, Alexander,” Anne-Marie said, regaining her composure, and turning her attention back to her girl.  Her beautiful bare breasts were right at my line of vision and I couldn’t help but notice her turgid nipples.  I felt my sex twitch. 

Observant of my gaze, Alexander began to move away, behind me.  My head started to turn to follow him, taking note of the thick strap that hung from his waist.

“Nora dear, look at me sweetheart,” Anne-Marie said gently, drawing my attention back to her. “The rules tonight are simple, my sweet girl, and there are only two.”

As she said this, I felt Alexander’s fingertips trailing slowly down my spine and between my buttocks.  His touch disappeared and I caught my breath, trying to focus on Anne-Marie…but only moments later I cried out in shock as he pulled my legs out from underneath me and back toward him.  I was now flat on my stomach on the cool marble table, Alexander standing between my widely spread legs, his hand gripping each of my upper thighs tightly.

“Are you listening, dear?” Anne-Marie asked, a bemused smile on her face, as she sipped her wine.

I was trying to focus on her words, but the suspense of what might happen next consumed my every thought.  My cheeks burned in shame, wondering if Alexander could see how my juices had spread down my thighs…

“Yes, my lady, I am listening,” I whispered. 

 “Good girl,” Anne-Marie said, lovingly.  “I want you to listen closely, little one.  First, you will be obedient in every way tonight.  This should not come as a surprise to you by now and will tell you that Grant and I are pleased with your obedience so far.  You will obey Alexander, just as you obey us, and do exactly as he says.  He will be doing things to you, sexual things my dearest, that you have not experienced with us.  I assure you that Matthew is fully aware of what is to happen tonight and that he has given Alexander his consent to further your training.  And Nora, I shouldn’t have to tell you that if you are disobedient in any way, there will be consequences, young lady.”

Anne-Marie’s words washed over me and when I heard my husband’s name, I blushed hotly, knowing that I was on full display for another man at this very moment.  I could feel Alexander’s gaze upon my naked form, his eyes exploring every inch of my exposed genitalia.      

“And second,” Anne-Marie said, firmly. “You are forbidden to climax unless given explicit permission from one of us to do so.”

As Anne-Marie said the word “climax”, I felt a shock run through me as Alexander slipped a finger into my cunny.  I gasped at the intrusion.

Anne-Marie took my open mouth in her hand.  “Are you listening to me, Nora?”

I felt another stout finger join the first…slowly in and slowly out, my body betraying me by clenching tightly around those thick, strong fingers…

“Yes, my lady, I am listening,” I managed, trying to close my thighs to Alexander’s advances.

It was at this time that Alexander’s strap made its appearance, searing down upon my naked buttock.

I howled in protest.

“Open,” he growled, awarding me a matching stripe across my other buttock.  Meanwhile, the fingers from his other hand never left the damp wetness found between my thighs.

“What are the rules, Nora?” Anne-Marie asked, with my chin still firmly in her grasp.

Alexander’s fingers continued their slow torture of my cunny. Slowly in, slowly out, circular motions, repeat… 

“I am to obey,” I closed my eyes and tried to think of anything but the sensations between my thighs.  I was careful to keep my thighs spread wide, not wanting to invite another round with the strap.

“Yes, sweetheart,” Anne-Marie said, stroking my cheek lightly.  “And…?”

I was desperately trying to focus on my lady, but Alexander was relentless as he slowly fucked me with his fingers.  I could feel the heat building between my legs and my body yearned for that sweet release…

“Nora,” Grant’s voice drew me out of the sex haze that was threatening to pull me under.  “Answer Anne-Marie immediately, young lady.”

Alexander punctuated Grant’s command with two quick strokes of the strap.

“I am not allowed to cum,” I cried out, and then Alexander slipped one finger into my bottom hole.  He maintained his slow, torturous rhythm with fingers filling both of my holes.  My body began to vibrate with need, my nipples tight against the cold marble of the table. 

“Anne-Marie, give our young guest a drink of wine, please,” Alexander requested, his fingers still deep inside me, working me into a sexual frenzy.

“Open your mouth, my girl,” Anne-Marie commanded, her glass of wine in hand. 

I obeyed, but she left me waiting for several long moments…mouth wide open in anticipation, legs spread as far as they would go, my cunny and bottom being fucked mercilessly by Alexander’s long fingers.

At the same moment, they both put me out of my misery.  Anne-Marie carefully poured the savory wine into my mouth as Alexander withdrew his fingers from my naughty places. 

He came around to stand next to Anne-Marie in front of me.  Grant joined them.

“You know the rules now, little girl,” Alexander said.  “I will tell you that I am impressed with your obedience so far, but I will test you.”

Then, he took my face in both of his hands.

“Tonight, little one,” he told me, sending shivers down my spine.  “Tonight, you shall learn patience.”     

To be continued…