27. Bianca

I"ve just gotten home when I receive a message from an old contact that my husband is asking questions at the Palace. At first, I"m stunned, my mind wondering why he"s there.

Does he suspect anything?

Why would he go back there?

Initially, I convince myself to go there as Pink to investigate the circumstances, and should the situation require, alleviate any concerns regarding Pink"s identity.

I"ve even taken more care than usual with my get-up, wanting to look as different from Bianca as possible.

There"s no way he knows…I keep telling myself.

But as I get to the club and see him looking all manly and delicious, I can"t not take advantage of the situation and pretend to be Pink for a little longer…

Maybe he"ll even punish me for being a naughty girl.

And now?

Now, Theo"s taking me to the torture chamber—so-called because of its myriad of toys and props.

I"ve seen it before. I"ve longed for Theo to take me there. But he never has.

Until now, that is.

Maybe I should be worried he"s willing to sleep with another woman. But considering that the woman in question is me, the implications just don"t hit me as they should.

I"m simply happy to be here. Maybe too happy.

And he is going to fuck me. Not make love. Fuck! And I can bet it"s going to be dirty as hell.

We enter the room, and I giggle at the sight of the interior, imagining Theo doing wicked things to me in all those scenarios.

There are benches and chairs made to maximize both pain and pleasure. There"s a cross in the form of an X at the back of the wall, while in the middle of the room, like a low chandelier, there"s a suspension bar. Both sides of the room are fitted with different instruments to inflict pain—crops, whips, bars, and others I can"t even name. A shiver of anticipation runs through me.

"What are the limits for today?" he asks, his fingers caressing the nape of my neck and making me shiver.

"None." I feel him smirking against my skin, his lips skimming the sensitive spot just below my ear.

"Remember your safe word?"

"Hmm?" I whimper, already a slave to the sensations he wrings from my body.

"Safe word?" he asks again.

"Yes… Lemon."

"Good," he whispers, and he turns me to face him.

"Strip down and get on your knees." His entire manner changes, his voice unyielding and commanding.

This is the Theo I like to fuck.

"Yes, sir." I quickly undress and take off my shoes, remaining only in my fishnets. I"d come braless, and the sight of Theo eyeing my erect nipples tells me it was the perfect decision.

I quickly kneel in front of him, waiting for further instruction.

"Eyes on me," he says, and with two fingers, he tips my jaw, so I"m looking straight into his eyes.

"Take my cock out and put it into your mouth." His smooth voice leaves me breathless, and I can only do as commanded.

My hands go to his office pants, and I lower the zipper, pulling down just enough to take his straining length out.

I give it one light stroke before bending forward and taking the tip into my mouth, my tongue gently swiping across the underside. I give a few licks to the head before moving lower on the shaft and sucking his balls deep into my mouth.

A hissing sound escapes him, and I take it as encouragement to continue my ministrations. I"m sucking on the head when he suddenly commands me to stay still.

His hands go into my hair (and I"m thankful I fully secured my wig in place) before taking control and fucking my mouth.

In and out, his movements are aggressive yet controlled. I gag when the tip hits the roof of my mouth and spit pours down my chin, and it seems to make him even more demanding. My eyes are tearing up from the pressure. His grip tightens on my scalp, and I know he"s close. With a low groan, he empties himself down my throat.

"Swallow," he commands.

I do, looking up at him as I lick the remains of his cum from my mouth.

"Good girl." His thumb caresses my cheek in appreciation.

"Now, to the bar."

On shaky legs, I get up and head to the suspension bar. He cages me on both sides, locking my wrists into place and leaving me exposed. I"m already achingly wet, but I know my relief will be a torturous bliss.

He steps away from me, admiring me.

Slowly, he divests himself of his own clothing, his shirt, and then his pants and underwear. He is indeed a spectacular specimen. His broad shoulders are complimented by toned arms and a defined stomach.

My eyes take him in, how the V of his pelvis leads to his magnificent cock, jutting proudly and erect once more. His movements are unhurried, almost leisurely.

Naked, he strides to a table, taking a few items. Coming to stand in front of me, he looks me in the eye for a second before his mouth is on me.

His tongue clashes with mine in an open kiss that has me tugging at my restraints, wanting to weave my hands into his hair. His teeth nibble at my bottom lip before he puts enough space between us to tie a blindfold over my eyes.

"Good girl," he praises me.

Deprived of my sight, I try to focus on his touch. He trails what feels like a feather from my neck, down my torso, giving special attention to my nipples.

They tighten in response, and a moan escapes my lips.

"Tsk, Tsk. We can"t have that," he says before bringing over a gag and placing it in my mouth.

"You"re much prettier when you"re quiet," he whispers in my ear before a sharp sensation assails me in one nipple, then in the other. A cold metal chain brushes against my belly, and I realize he has used nipple clamps.

"Are you wet for me, sweet girl?" His voice is almost hypnotic, and I just nod, feeling my panties soaked. I expect him to check for himself, but he doesn"t. Instead, he takes a few steps back and stops.

I wait.

He"s clearly using this to his advantage, screwing with both my mind and my senses.

My impatience gets the best of me, and I squirm within the confines of my cuffs.

Then I feel a stinging pain on my ass. A muted sound comes out of my mouth, blocked by the gag.

Theo grasps my fishnets from behind with both hands and tears them in one motion, my panties going quickly after. Cold air meets my bare bottom for the first time, but he doesn"t waste any second flaying me over with the crop once more.

The immediate pain makes me yank my chain forward, but the afterburn is deliciously addictive.

I push my ass up into him, signaling my approval, and he hits me again. And again. If I was soaked before, now my pussy"s flooding my thighs with my juices.

Suddenly, the spanking stops, and I feel his fingers glide over my abused bottom, slowly massaging the flesh.

One hand sneaks between my cheeks, encountering my wetness and spreading it around.

"You want my cock, sweet girl, don"t you? Your pussy is begging me to fill it up," he whispers in my ear, and his words only serve to make me more aroused.

With one last slap on my ass, he moves away from me, his absence immediately a source of frustration.

I want to protest it somehow through my body language, but before I get the chance, Theo lifts me, his hands on my butt, placing my legs on each shoulder, his face inches away from my core.

He blows a few times, the warm air of his breath caressing my slit. With one long lick, he dives in, sucking my clit and making me thrash in his hold. Every touch of his tongue sends me on the brink of the abyss, each time a little bit deeper.

Until I fall.

My throat contracts, trying to make the sounds that describe the myriad of feelings pooling in my pussy. And Theo doesn"t stop. He laps and laps until he wrings a second orgasm from me. He stills for a second before biting down on my clit while at the same time yanking on the chain holding my nipple clamps together. The combined pain wrecks my body as it mingles with my last orgasm"s aftershocks and makes me climax again.

I"m panting. As much as I can, considering the gag.

Theo slowly puts me down and then proceeds to remove the blindfold and the gag, before finally opening up my wrist cuffs.

I am so spent, I melt to the floor, but Theo has other plans.

One hand is suddenly at my throat, and he lifts me up until I"m lined up with the wall. His other hand comes up to my face, tracing the sweat dripping down my face before offering his fingers for me to suck.

"Giving up?" he asks, and I shake my head.

"What, I didn"t hear?" The hand at my throat tightens, restricting my airflow just enough to make my voice sound hoarse as I answer.

"No, sir."

"Good girl." He gives me a half smile before his face changes again.

"Hands and knees. Now."

I immediately comply, stumbling on my hands and knees. Theo comes behind me, and I feel his hands kneading my ass cheeks.

He guides the head of his cock and lines it against my entrance but doesn"t push in. He glides it against my juices and my battered clit, and it elicits a loud moan from me, half pleasure, half pain.

He finally slips the tip in, just barely, and my channel immediately contracts. I don"t even stop to wonder why he"s not using a condom, as he"d always used before with Pink. He slams into me in one mighty thrust that triggers my orgasm, my walls tightening around him. He continues to thrust in and out of me, the only sound indicating his pleasure his harsh breathing.

He pushes himself so deep inside my body, my vision becomes impaired from the sweet pleasure. But just as I get used to his brutal use of my body, he pulls his cock out.

I whimper at the sudden loss, but from the corner of my eye, I see him take a bottle of lube from the table. Coming behind me again, he lathers the liquid all over my butt, slowly massaging it towards my hole.

His thumb slips inside at the same time his cock enters my pussy again. He strokes me deeply, his finger increasing the pressure until suddenly his cock is out of my wet heat and pushing against my hole.

The initial sensation of pain gives way to stretching and ultimately to fullness.

He works his cock against my ass until he"s all the way in. He then fucks me so deep, when another orgasm hits me, I almost pass out. In fact, the moment he pulls out and flips me on my back, I"m entirely too powerless to do anything.

I watch him get to his feet, his hand fisting his cock as he takes himself to completion. Hot spurts of semen burst from his shaft and onto my face and neck.

He crouches once more, looking at me almost affectionately before saying, "Good girl."

Then he retrieves his clothes, puts them on, and leaves.

I"m still on the floor, fucked within an inch of my life, and struggling to keep my eyes open.