Free Desire by Amy Cunningham Page B

follow it, ignoring the third spray of semen smearing my spine in the skunk spray of marking territory.
    I find the hand holding the chain, crawling until I touch his knees with my own, tracing the hands clamped on the chain, almost smiling when he has a scar raised inside his forearm.
    That was sly. And a gift. He's the one I got to smell and explore because he was the one who stifled my scream before it could be uttered; his pacifier rammed in my mouth to mute my shame.
    I've tasted him, and now I don't have to taste the bastards who treated me like a bitch. He didn't cum in me, he came on me. He didn't force me to swallow him. It was the brute who was riding behind me who forced that issue on me.
    The heat of my tears still wets the blindfold and I know twenty minutes is too long. Way too long.
    Holding his knees, bowing my head, I whisper, “Please, I know you are the master, don't make me choose again.”
    Leave me alone with you. Make them leave. Spare me the pain.
    Silence ensues, ratcheting my guilt and regret. The air doesn't move and I'm pining for a hot shower and a hug.
    What the fuck was I thinking? Is Dominic worth this humiliation?
    Godammit, I just wanted the security, I simply wished to know the kind of relationship where no one else can touch me, force me to do anything I don't want to do, a relationship governed with respect and stated boundaries.
    This is a high price to pay for safety.
    My chain is tugged and a hand grips under my elbow, forcing me to my feet. My legs have become shaky, my pussy already sensitive from the savage invasion.
    The hand abandons me and the nasal voice booms across the silence of my mental landscape, jarring me.
    “Delilah, on your left is a line of gentlemen. Select the one you choose as master.”
    Gentlemen? Are you fucking kidding me?
    Inhaling shuddery breaths I shuffle left until I collide with a man. Running my extended hands down his chest I grapple for his arms, finding no scar.
    It's just my luck that I'm forced to examine eight strangers before reaching the one with a scar. Releasing his forearm I glide my hands up an immaculate torso, locating a smattering of hair between the muscles on his chest before finding reassurance in the harsh scrub of his jaw scruff.
    I'm almost smiling with relief when I trace a soft fingertip over the lump in his nose.
    “ It's you,” I whisper. Clearing my throat I tell nasal dude, “This one.”

 
    Chapter 3
     
    How do you make love
    I need to feel you
     
     
    The man with the nasal tone, says, “Gentlemen please file out. “Come Delilah.”
    With that my chain is yanked and I'm staggering forwards, strong arms clamping around me, a hand holding mine and guiding me, propelling me down a corridor where my high heels tap.
    The click of a door opening fills me with doom, his aggressive guidance pushing me until my knees hit something soft and I fall, assuming it's a bed.
    I'm shoved, his voice filling the silence, “On this bed is a man. Ride him.”
    That's the only instruction and my paranoia increases.
    It's a test, a trap. It's to gauge my aptitude and skill.
    Crawling about until I touch a hairy leg, I blindly trace my hands up it, balancing precariously on my knees, discovering splayed legs and a penis.
    Bending, folding my legs underneath me so I'm sitting on my calves, I hold the penis, closing my mouth around the head, swirling my tongue around it, caressing the shaft, rimming the head with my tongue, licking the slit, bobbing with suction, relaxing my throat to take all of him in three fast dunks.
    Licking back down it I swirl his scrotum with my taste-buds, kissing and licking the balls before taking each one in my mouth, running them across my tongue individually, still stroking his shaft.
    Dipping lower I slant my tongue across the ridge behind the heavy sac, flicking the hard cord, skating my tongue as deep into his ass cheeks as I can go, then softly lick back up the cord, separating his balls with delicate