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Other Colors -- Ch. 15 (part 2)
Date: 5/15/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories
didn’t think I would die.” I glanced up, “the man who put me there—I thought if I was patient, and if I behaved myself,” my eyes glazed over, “well…he had to come back for me eventually.” “Urszene in utero,” he smirked, “Tomb, womb. Womb, tomb. What a lovely, twisted little mind you have.” “I knew you’d say something like that,” I blushed. “You probably think all dreams are about sex.” “Most,” he nodded blithely, and spun me around, “But not mine, Miss Foster.” I raised an incredulous brow, “Oh?” He shook his head, and stopped us cold in the middle of the song. “No. I dreamt that I was fucking you.” His eyes cut into me, and my heart went still. I could feel his hand gliding lower in the small of my back. “Yes. I had you on stage at the Théâtre du Palais-Royal, hanging from the rafters, like a marionette,” he spoke slowly, letting me feel the full weight of each word. “You wore nothing. Just a band of black silk to cover your eyes. But your wrists. Ankles. Thighs. Breasts—I had them all bound in coils of red rope.” He ran his fingertips across my temples, and I trembled. “And you,” his voice lowered, “You were my perfect, little puppet, Penny. We heard a piano playing somewhere in the distance. Debussy, it seemed. I made you dance this way, and that. I moved you in dizzying circles, all up and down the stage. Then at the climax, I pulled your legs wide apart. I fixed you in a permanent grand jeté for me.” He bent his head closer, eyes flashing and teeth bared. “I stood ...