Jonathan's bite of The Apple
Book 2 of the The Dioni Chronicles
going into a full print anthology, 2009
Just a little taste...
The man's head hung low as the women took turns slapping him with the paddle then the whip. When they didn't get the desired effect from him they began circling him and slapping him harder each time, but still he said nothing. They stopped walking around him and stood behind him taking turns smacking him with the paddles and whipping him until each smack sounded like a crack of thunder then finally he cried out.
"Please, no more," he said breathlessly.
With a smile on her face the woman with the whip threw it down and dropped to her knees in front of him. Pulling on his thong she freed his already hardening penis. Taking the full length into her mouth she suckled him with expertise as the other woman whipped him again with the paddle.
They worked him into frenzy as he thrashed on his chains. His cries were a confused mix of pain and pleasure that rung off the walls mixing with the jungle beats in the background. His eruption came quickly resulting in a long howl of enjoyment.
"Fascinating," Jonathan said as Kenya pulled him away from the scene and off to another.
"If you liked that you're going to love this next one," she said with a chuckle.
The next scene was separated by a short distance of darkness then red and black lights came into view. Several people sat on sofas surrounding a low platform. They sat in an empty spot and watched silently with everyone else. Spread eagle and mounted on the low platform by chains and spikes was a woman.
Her body lay naked for all to see with only a sheer, blood red scarf to cover her large pale breasts and her belly then it pooled at the dark triangle between her legs. A man with his back to the crowd stood over the woman. He kneeled before her and lifted her chin bringing her face to his and kissed her. She moaned loudly giving her air. He kissed her again returning her to the platform as he moved his hands between her legs sliding his fingers in and out of her.
She tugged at her chains returning his kisses and riding his fingers. He broke their kiss, releasing her moans into the air, to move his kisses down her neck. She writhed back and forth in obvious pleasure as she rode his fingers to a powerful orgasm and screamed her out delight for all to hear.
The crowds' breathing was heavy although not a word was spoken a loud. The man continued what he was doing until the woman was still and had regained her breathing. He turned to the crowd, slowly making eye contact with each one of them. When his gaze landed on Jonathan a slow smile split his handsome face and what looked like blood dripped from the corners of his smile.
I hoped you enjoyed the show, my brother.
The thought pierced Jonathan's mind as clearly as if the person next to him had spoken. His eyes immediately went to the "vampire" on stage.
Raymond? His question was laced with amazement.
Later, brother, we'll speak upon it later, at Richard's, came the reply and the connection was severed.
"So, did you like it?"
"What?"
"I thought you might like that with your vampire-like mentality and all," Kenya said with a laugh and pulled him away from the scene. "It's all fake, you know, but the new jacks love that freaky shit. I don't know of any other club in the city does stuff like that."
Again they walked through a darkened area to a door that was under a bright light marked The Dungeon.
"Now in here everything is real," she explained pushing the door open. "This is where we part, Johnny. You have to go down that hallway and follow it to the stairs and I'll meet you on the other side. OK?"