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'M' is For: [Ch16] The Harder They Fall - Part 3
🕑 Added 2025-05-06 11:00:02 +0000 UTCDespite my resolution to stay on the sidelines, I found myself rising to my feet and starting forward before my mind fully caught up with what was happening.
“Missy, what are you doing?” I said, the words bursting out of me. “You know that Thomas…” I stopped, seeing the wild expression on Thomas’s face as he gazed at these new accessories she held.
“It’s fine,” Missy said with a glittering laugh. “And, I believe I’ve asked you to address me here as ‘My Lady.’” She turned to look down at Thomas. “You’ll do this for me, right?” She dropped to her knees beside him. In a lowered voice that I could barely make out, I heard her add, “Please, Thomas. Please say yes. Say it because you love me.” She reached out to stroke his sweat-dampened hair.
“I…” Thomas’s throat convulsed as he swallowed. For a moment, I thought that despite everything, he might actually refuse her this one time.
I was wrong.
Before everyone’s eyes, Thomas dropped his head. “Yes Ma’am,” he said, his voice barely audible. “As you wish.”
“That’s my boy.” Missy kissed him on the cheek.
Missy took the leather blindfold and slipped it on around Thomas’s head. Deftly she adjusted the buckle so it fit snugly. Then she lowered the headphones over his eyes. He took a deep, shuddering breath but did nothing to stop her.
“My Lady, please,” I said again, unwilling to give up. “Do you really need to do this? Please don’t tell me this is some fucked up way of proving to yourself that Thomas loves you. Because you know that he does.”
“Shut up, for god’s sake, Mallory,” Missy said. “You heard him. He said yes. Now back off or leave.” She glared at me, her nostrils flaring, the first open signs of temper I’d seen from her yet.
Truth be told, I wanted like hell to leave, but I couldn’t. Missy caught me glancing down at Thomas, and her lips twisted into a bitter smile.
“You think you’d do so much better than me, don’t you? Well then, you can be the one to hold him.”
“I don’t think…”
“Too good to play with us?” Missy mocked.
I swallowed. I hated this game she was playing, whatever it was, but I thought maybe if I could stay close, I could make sure that nothing worse would happen. Even though he and I weren’t exactly on speaking terms, I owed him this much. Not as his lover, or even as his friend, but as a decent human being. I reluctantly slid into a sitting position behind Thomas. When Missy looked away, I lifted the headphones ever so slightly and whispered, “It’s me, Mallory. I’ll be right here, okay?”
I took Thomas’s hands in mine and squeezed them for reassurance. He did nothing for a moment, but then a moment later, he squeezed back. I could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to contain his rising panic.
“Let’s not let that adorable ass go to waste while his mouth is busy,” Missy was saying. She spread his asscheeks with her hands. “Anyone want to have a go of it?”
Reaching down, Missy grasped the rounded base of the buttplug he had been wearing and pulled it out. Eyes glittering, she rose to her feet, dangling the plug like some obscene trophy.
I watched as Missy’s guests queued up to take advantage of Thomas. Missy watched almost eagerly as they fucked Thomas with their hands, dildos and cocks. They were given ample time to have their fun, though once Missy had determined they’d had enough, she dismissed them and invited the next person forward. Occasionally she made some remark at her own boyfriend’s expense, inciting another round of laughter and hoots.
I gritted my teeth as the minutes ticked closer to midnight. Until I saw that next in line was a familiar man wearing a black leather harness and a wolf mask.
“Hello,” the man said, leering. “Good to see you again, cupcake. I heard it was you two I have to thank for my suspension.”
It took me a moment to place him through the mask he was wearing, but eventually I succeeded: Roger. The person who’d tried to drug my friend Liam almost half a year ago. Somehow he’d made it back into Missy’s good graces, and here he was, preparing to rail Thomas while Thomas was blindfolded. I felt sick.
Roger pushed back Thomas’s legs over his body, nearly folding him in half. With a soft grunt of effort, Roger slid his cock into Thomas. There was no beauty or grace to Roger’s movements; Roger had simply come here to fuck. Over and over, he slammed his hips against Thomas. Thomas gripped my hands so tightly his knuckles turned white. I braced myself against the pain of Thomas’s grip. Thomas looked almost ridiculous with the blindfold and headphones on, but there was nothing funny about the situation. I swallowed, the alcohol pumping in my veins suddenly making everything much, much worse as the room tilted.
Another man in a mask came up to take advantage of Thomas’s mouth. He shoved his cock into Thomas’s mouth, and Thomas opened up his mouth with some difficulty to take it. With a roughness to mirror Roger’s, the man began to deepthroat Thomas. If Thomas had fought back—if he had used his unrestrained hands to push everyone off and take off the blindfold and headphones—then it would have all been over in an instant. But that was part of Missy’s twisted, cruel game...the knowing that he wouldn’t. Because he would do anything she wanted, even if it destroyed him.
I could see what it meant that so many of Missy’s guests were new. They hadn’t seen Thomas and Missy together the way that I had, before Missy had changed. They thought this was normal. They were oblivious to Thomas’s desperate fear and Missy’s twisted, knife-sharp smiles as she pushed the person she loved most in the world to the brink of breaking. Looking up and meeting Danielle and Kiara’s eyes across the room, I could see my own numb shock mirrored on their faces. Even James looked deeply uncomfortable, realizing at last that something had irrevocably changed.
Roger came violently, grunting deep in his throat. When the last of his spasms died down, he pushed off of Thomas, a wild light in his eyes. He wiped his hair out of his forehead as he pulled the loaded condom from his cock. His friend came not long after. Thomas started to push him away, but Roger’s friend shoved in deeper as he ejaculated deep into Thomas’s throat. Thomas struggled to swallow, choking on the man’s cum. When the man finally withdrew, Thomas twisted onto his side, coughing. He released my hands and reached up to remove the blindfold, but Missy caught his wrists. Lifting his headphones ever so slightly, she leaned down and said in a voice that carried across the room, “Not yet, my love. We’ve still got fifteen minutes until midnight.”
“My Lady,” I said, my voice sounding strangled to my own ears. “Please. End it now. He’s had enough.”
“That would ruin the game,” Missy pouted.
“My Lady, please.”
Eyes glittering, Missy leaned in toward me. Dropping her voice to a whisper, she said, “I’ll consider it if you return that kiss you stole from me.”
I blinked at her, momentarily drawing a complete blank. What kiss had I stolen? But then looking into Missy’s cold blue eyes, I remembered a time when Thomas and I had been friends, eating on a rooftop in August.
“He told you,” I whispered.
“He didn’t have to,” Missy sneered. “You think he could do something like that, and I wouldn’t be able to see it on his face the moment he came home? Some friend you turned out to be. But I’ll forgive you if you give me what you owe.”
I felt cold thinking about how long Missy had carried this grudge with her, burying it deep and letting it fester. I wondered if maybe some part of her malice toward me was fueled by a need for closure, or revenge. But it didn’t matter now; it was too late for apologies. Anything I said now would be empty words, and we both knew it.
In response to Missy’s challenge, I freed one of my hands from Thomas’s death-tight grip and brought Missy in for a kiss.
Missy pressed into me, her tongue pushing against mine, her teeth catching on my lips. A hand snaked around my head, locking me into our tight embrace, while another went to fondle my breast. The smell of her sweet perfume filled my senses. I was a little bit aroused, but even in that moment, I could tell there was a doomed desperation to Missy’s actions. She was looking for something that I knew she wouldn’t find here…not in Thomas’s submission, nor in my kiss. If I had been less furious with her, I might have pitied her.
I broke off the kiss and pulled away.
“The kiss with Thomas was just like that, except that he was better at it,” I said sweetly.
“Fuck you,” said Missy. She straightened, brushing back a stray lock of hair. “Well, I was getting bored of this game, anyway.”
With deliberate slowness, Missy reached over and removed the headphones and blindfold. Thomas’s grip on my hands slackened as he finally was able to open his eyes, and I withdrew my hands. Looking down at them, they were mottled white and pink from his grip.
Missy reached over and massaged Thomas’s cock. He gave a low whimper of need, jerking his hips up to press himself closer in her hand.
“I think you’re ready, don’t you?” Missy whispered into his ear.
“Yes, Ma’am…” Thomas whispered.
Missy removed the cock and ball ring from his groin at last. Steadying him with a hand on his shoulder, she began to stroke his shaft, slowly at first, but then moving quicker and quicker.
Thomas didn’t hold out for long. Within minutes, his cum was shooting out from his tortured cock, arcing over her floor. Missy continued to stroke him as he convulsed a few times more, and when he was spent, she brought her fingers to his mouth to lick. Eyes fluttering, he obeyed, tonguing off the thick white fluid that covered her knuckles and palm with only the barest of shudders.
“I love you, Thomas,” Missy said, smiling down at him. There was no tenderness in her smile: only that odd triumph that made a mockery of everything they had shared together. She wiped his mouth clean with the back of her hand and then bent over and kissed him. Thomas met her lips mechanically. When they pulled away, Thomas looked up at her, tears glittering in his eyelashes.
“I...I don’t think I can do that again,” Thomas said, his low voice hoarse and unfamiliar.
“Of course not, my love. You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” Missy stroked his hair as he curled up with his head on her lap and cried silently, shoulders shaking.
At some point a bell sounded. Missy’s performers had little bags of metallic confetti that they tossed into the air, and the room seemed to shatter into thousands of little falling mirrors. It was a beautiful sight, and a stark contrast to the ugliness I felt watching the scene.
I slowly got to my feet. My legs were cramped and complaining from sitting on the floor for so long. My hands and forearms continued to throb with the echoes of Thomas’s death grip, and I suspected I would have some bruises to show for it the next day.
It was time for me to leave.
“Are you—” Kiara murmured as I passed her.
“I’m done,” I told her, and I must have had a truly awful expression on my face because she nodded, wide-eyed, and didn’t say anything else.
I collected my things and turned to go, but not without one last look at the pair. They made an incongruous picture: Missy, neat in her tight-fitted dress and high-heeled stilettos, her hair as perfectly arranged as it had been when the party first started, and Thomas, naked and trembling in her lap, covered in the spent filth of Missy’s enthusiastic guests.
The image stayed burned in my mind’s eye long after I had gone.
