Free Desire by Amy Cunningham

 
    Chapter 1
     
    Are you ready for me
     
     
    Peering through the silver haze I can just make out Dominic's silhouette stalking into the Python Pit. I'm a writhing stress-knot as I turn from the stage, slinking back behind the black curtains, relieved the show is over.
    Sienna struts across my path, taut and salacious in nothing more than patent platforms, her blindfold loose around her neck the way the male strippers wear bow-ties.
    If she gets him I will leave. I swear on both my pierced nipples I will walk out and never come back. I have earned this privilege fair and square. The only issue is that none of us has ever been through the leather cushioned door into the sacred sanctum. We don't know what to expect when Dom selects a new sub.
    My hands shake, betraying my desperation when I sashay to my mirror, double checking the hardness of my nipples, giving them a brutal squeeze until they throb erect, my nudity polished to a porcelain sheen and glistening with moisturizer ever so faintly tinged with pearlescent dust, giving my body an ethereal glow.
    “Ladies,” thrums Garth's deep baritone, his gaze fucking me to Tuesday when I turn to join the queue of three damsels selected as possible candidates.
    Sienna is lithe and willowy, all tits and legs, so much taller wearing her stilts. I've kept it simple. I'm thorough. I know Dominic can't resist velvet, so my heels are wine red, matching my lipstick, my blindfold co-ordinated to the shoes, all velvet. He's an enigma, the most elusive boss I've ever had as I've never met him or seen more than a silhouette walking through the shadows while I'm on stage, but his reputation is a lifeline I've clung to through good nights and the bad. We hear the stories, I mostly hear them from Garth, and I hope they're all true.
    I know I've never looked more innocent, keeping my make-up simple rather than tart. I also know we won't be going home tonight. No one walks out of this initiation, we crawl.
    Stepping to Garth after he's escorted Sienna and Lindy through the curious door we never see behind, I stand akimbo when he runs his fingers callously over my pussy, checking I'm smooth. If we aren't we are immediately rejected, without appeal. We get one chance to do this and there is no way I am blowing it. Not if I plan to blow Dominic for the rest of my carnal life.
    His fingers are wet with my salacious excretion when he gives my nipples another tweak for good measure, stopping me when I step forward, bending me over, “Touch your toes.”
    I fold my supple body, holding my ankles, appreciating the head start he's giving me when he rubs my clit and sinks two fingers deep inside me. He plunges hard, forcing the lips to swell with invasive sensitivity, his knuckles biting into soft flesh, replaced briefly with a tongue, licking me wet and then slapping my ass so hard it stings, “Good girl.”
    It's the go ahead and I stand erect again.
    I feel flushed and breathless when the bouncer steps in front of me again, tightening my blindfold over my eyes so hard it hurts my corneas.
    “Can you see anything?” rumbles in my ear.
    “ No.”
    His tongue flicks my nipples before a firm hand grips mine, tugging me unsteadily to my fate.

 
    Chapter 2
     
    Let me feel your mouth
     
     
    It's disorienting not seeing a thing, every touch is magnified, every voice almost too sharp.
    His hands hold my shoulders in firm warmth, the pressure increasing when he says, “Kneel here.”
    Garth supports me, his hold a salve of firm guidance when he prevents a stumble or fall, directing me onto something soft and silky. “Keep still for a second, Lilah.”
    I nod compliance, experiencing vulnerability I didn't expect when his hands leave my skin.
    The distinct rattle of a chain scrapes my nerves, a choker clasped around my throat followed with a gentle tug, “Not too tight?”
    I shake my head.
    “Lilah, can you breathe okay?”
    I nod, “Yes.”
    A rough grip in my hair frightens me a little when the