by Rynne Raines
He worked quickly, sliding her arms inside the cool leather and tugging them until her hands poked through the narrow end where a small metal ring linked to the chain. Her breathing came quicker now and he wondered if it wasn’t too quick.
“Relax,” he murmured, stroking his knuckles along her cheek while pulling the arm binder’s laces snug with his opposite hand. “Trust me?”
“Yes,” she answered. “I do.”
Donavan finished restraining her then gave the chain a tug and watched the slack coil back inside the metal hoist above them. One more jerk on the chain locked it to the height he needed, suspending her chest and torso three feet above the floor. Still standing behind her, he put the toe of his boot to the inside of one of her knees and nudged her legs open wider. He lowered onto his haunches and the sight of her smooth, round ass hit him like a fist in the gut.
Christ, he loved her ass.
Leaving the garter belt in place, he hooked onto her panties with his fingers and pulled them down as far as they would stretch on her parted thighs. Her pussy glistened and shined with new moisture. From the restraints, he assumed. The moment he chained her up on their first night, he knew she was a bondage girl.
“Donavan,” Eve whispered, drawing his attention. “There’s a crowd forming. People are watching us.” The hint of embarrassment in her voice had him circling in front of her. He crouched until they were eye-level then grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger forcing her focus on his gaze.
“So let them watch,” he returned. “Your only concern should be how hard I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth.”
She hissed out a breath and turned her face into the palm of his hand. The submissive gesture worked a low growl up his throat. Reaching underneath her, he tugged down the cups of her corset. Her breasts spilled from their confines. Those deep pink swollen nipples beckoned for the warmth of his mouth but he resisted the temptation. What would feel better than one scalding mouth on her?
Two.
Rising, he began working free the buttons of his shirt and shifted a gaze around them. Eve wasn’t kidding. A crowd was forming and a large one at that. Masters and Mistresses gathered around them in a large circle, sub’s kneeling humbly at their feet while expressions of eagerness and appraise veiled their features. They were waiting for his next move.
He shrugged out of his shirt. Then, with a few simple twists he turned it into a make-shirt blindfold. Though some of his past partners enjoyed seeing their sinful tormentors, he had a feeling it would only make Eve more self-conscious. He wanted her able to concentrate on the sensation alone.
“Once I put this on, the word no won’t possess the same meaning,” he told her in a firm tone. “We didn’t discuss a safeword but if you need to stop, say bubblegum.”
“All right.”
“You will not come until I tell you to. Understand?”
She shuddered and stared up at him. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He took one last gaze into her eyes then put the blindfold over her mask and tied it tightly behind her head. With everything in order, he surveyed the crowd and recognized several familiar faces even with their masquerade costumes and masks. Some were old lovers. Some were mere acquaintances he’d met in passing. He honed in on the individuals he was looking for and made eye contact.
The three men were not Dominants or sub’s, but they had travelled in the circle of kink for a long time and the ladies loved them for it. Donavan had used them before in similar situations and held the highest regard for each one. Ego aside, he wanted the best for Eve and these men were renowned among the BDSM world as the best pleasure-for-hire around.
All it took was a nod of Donavan’s head to have them stepping forth from the crowd. He returned his gaze to Eve, who was bound and blindfolded. Vulnerable for the taking. And, he would take her. Soon.
Paying close attention to her body language, he waited as each of the three men took their places. One stepped to her left side, the other to her right, and one stopped directly behind her. The compelling scene had Donavan’s cock straining against the zipper of his pants and the Dom in him roaring to be set free.
Let the game begin.
Darkness consumed her. Eve opened her eyes and stared into a black void. Her arms and legs trembled but not from fear. No, not from fear. Arousal coursed through her veins as she hung vulnerable, pussy and breasts exposed to the mass crowd. Her erratic pulse thundered in her head however not loudly enough to drown out the symphony of gentle moans echoing around her. Knowing Donavan, she would soon join in their composition.
The tiled floor felt cold and hard against her knees. Strangely, the discomfort only added to the atmosphere. She realized now that it wasn’t having a harem of men fanning her with giant feathers, whispering sweet nothings, and pampering her like a queen that got her off. She got off on the thought of being used and sexually tormented until her throat was raw and burning from the screams.
Donavan knew what she wanted, and under his protection and domination he was willing to provide it for her. Because of his selflessness, Eve promised herself she would not come until he commanded it. She only hoped his command came soon.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” Donavan whispered, then flicked his tongue against her lips.
“I’ll try to remember—fuck,” she blurted out and he sealed his mouth over hers muffling her throaty moan.
A warm, wet heat closed onto each one of her aching nipples. Through the sudden haze of Eve’s mind she realized it was two mouths beginning to feast hungrily on her breasts. Strangers. These were strangers’ mouths on one of the most intimate regions of her body. Wasn’t it immoral, shameful, and demeaning that Donavan should allow strange men to fondle her this way?
She loved every second of it.
As the tongues and lips suckled and toyed mercilessly with her raw, aching nipples a tremor rumbled through her. The sensation was blinding. Though each mouth belonged to a separate owner, their tongues swirled and stroked in unison. Arrows of pleasure shot through her body as they continued to suck the tender buds harder between their teeth, only easing up on the tension when a cry of ecstasy ripped past her lips and into Donavan’s mouth.
“Oh, someone likes it rough.” His hoarse whisper sliced through her mind and made her pussy clench. She felt his lips curve into a smile against her ear before he nipped the tender lobe between his teeth. “I hope you like it just as rough when I’m fucking your mouth.”
A raspy moaned erupted and her body shook with violent need. Oh, she did not want to wait to taste Donavan’s cock and finally get the chance to return some of the blissful agony he caused. She wanted it now.
“Ready for the next phase?”
There was more?
In silent answer to her question, two strong palms gripped her ass and Eve’s fingers snapped closed around the chain linked to her restraints. Another of Donavan’s so-called accessories, she realized, given the hands that belonged to the duo suckling her nipples were still busy squeezing and teasing her breasts.
Unfamiliar thumbs dipped between her ass cheeks and traced the wet slit of her pussy. Eve’s thighs vibrated. Her heart raced. How many men had Donavan enlisted to torment her, she wondered dizzily through the intoxicating amount of overwhelming sensation.
Without a doubt, the owner of those hands was male. The width of his fingers and the strength in his hands as he delved and probed at her cunt indicated as much. Two thumbs pressed open her slick pussy lips and trailed up and down either side of her aching clit. He toyed with the clip clamped on her swollen cleft and she jolted.
“Easy,” Donavan soothed. His warm breath felt scalding against her feverish cheek but the command in his voice worked magic over her body. “Keep those legs apart.”
“I…I’m trying but it’s too much,” she whispered back. “The sensation is too much.”
“It’s only going to get worse when he sets his mouth on you and starts fucking that slippery
cunt with his fingers.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the tips of two fingers traced a circle around her pulsing wet opening. They flicked and stroked and penetrated inside her half an inch. Then the stranger spread his fingers, gently stretching her open. His powerful hot tongue thrust between his thick digits and Eve’s head snapped back. Her thighs collapsed inward to counter his advance but his knees pressed to the inside of hers and shoved them even further apart. She couldn’t close her legs even if she wanted to.
The stranger eased his fingers inside her to the hilt and a blissful, unyielding pressure filled her. She wasn’t certain how many digits he was using now, two or three, but the tension made her stomach quiver. He pumped them harder but slowly, awakening every nerve inside her weeping pussy. Then his mouth skimmed lower. The stubble on his cheek scraped the inside of her thigh as he sucked her clit between his lips. The first strike of his firm tongue against her hard nub sent a shockwave thundering through her and she couldn’t hold back the scream.
The high piercing sound didn’t slow down her heavenly tormentors. It triggered a series of chain reactions. The stranger thrust his fingers deeper, the blunt tips of them colliding with the wall of soft, quivering flesh inside her cunt. He curled them back, stroking the roof of her pussy. With the increased pressure, her hips bucked but it was no use. His hold on her was ironclad. All she could do was whimper through the shudders wracking her body.
“You have no idea how hard my cock is watching the pleasure you get from three men using you this way. They want to fuck you, Eve. I can see it in their eyes.” Donavan pressed his lips to her ear. “Maybe I should let them.”
A harsh gasp sputtered past her lips causing her breasts to heave and the wicked mouths toying with her nipples to suck harder.
“There’s only one cock I want tonight.” Panting, she turned her face and rested her forehead against his. His low, appraising groan stirred warmth inside her chest and she realized he was testing her devotion to him. Having multiple men fondle her was one thing, but somehow Eve knew deep down that his cock was the only one Donavan wanted her fucking.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded. A husky rasp laced through his voice and temporarily renewed her inner strength.
“Maybe I should tease you like you’ve teased me,” she taunted breathlessly and earned the painfully sweet caress of his fingers fisting in her hair. He tugged her head back and brushed his lips over her cheek.
“Open…your fucking…mouth,” he whispered, and her muscles clamped tight on the fingers inside her pussy.
She inhaled a sharp breath and relished the authority in Donavan’s command. One way or another she knew he would put his cock in her mouth whether she willingly allowed it or forced him to use a ring gag. The idea of him using something to prop her mouth open held a strange measure of appeal but tonight she wanted the ability to suck him off and stroke him with her tongue.
Tipping her head back, Eve parted her lips and flexed her fingers with anticipation. Oh, she would make him feel the way she felt now, she silently vowed—overwhelmed, out of control, and teetering on the edge of violent orgasm.
At the sound of his zipper, she closed her eyes tight behind the blindfold. She tried not to focus on the tongue swirling circles over her clit or the fingers penetrating her wet pussy or the suction on her nipples causing such divine pain. She tried to focus all of her energy on Donavan.
The moment his musky male scent swarmed her senses, Eve propelled forward to take his cock but he caught her by the hair and eased her back. Oh, he planned on controlling this, too. Why did that make her so fucking hot?
“I want to savor this,” he told her, teasing his smooth, silky crown lightly over her parted lips. “I’ve thought about it for a long time.”
So had she, Eve silently admitted. Too long.
He edged closer and pushed his rigid cock past her teeth, filling her mouth. Eve moaned at the taste of salty pre-cum and swept her tongue in a slow, gratifying circle. She’d waited to taste him for so long. His low groan urged her into motion. She leaned forward, taking him deeper. The thick head of his cock pressed into the fleshy tissue of her throat but she didn’t gag. She merely shuddered then withdrew, sucking him hard between her lips.
“Christ,” Donavan swore and his hips gradually slipped into rhythm with her nodding head. His low curse only deepened her greed. She suckled him lighter, toying at his rigid flesh with her lips and tongue and teeth.
“Oh, you’re a little tease,” he growled and arched his hips forward, filling her mouth again. It was in that moment that the full impact of how powerless she really was slammed into her.
Donavan worked his cock in and out of her mouth while the stranger behind her fucked her with his fingers and tongue. The two men underneath her caressed her torso. Their hands traced lightly along the boning of her corset on both her sides then they teased over the bare section of her quivering tummy. Reaching her parted thighs, they swirled lazy patterns on the insides of her legs, all while keeping her raw, throbbing nipples captive in their hot mouths.
Part of her brain suddenly seemed to shut down. The only sector still working was the pleasure center. Every touch, lick, and probe put her one step closer to explosion. In the clouded haze of her mind she knew the end was near. The only question was whether or not she could hold back her orgasm long enough to abide Donavan’s command.
Eve Morgan’s mouth was made for sucking cock, Donavan thought, as his eyes rolled back and another wave of euphoria rode over him. His limbs vibrated. His heart raced. Biting the inside of his cheek was all he could do to stop a vast series of profanity from bursting past his lips. To be honest, he wasn’t entirely sure how much more he was going to be able to take.
Every time he withdrew his cock, her mouth seemed more and more wicked. Over and under, her velvety tongue stroked him but not lovingly. Hell, no. The strategic swirling of her tongue against his hard flesh was meant to torture him, Donavan knew. As was the way she dragged her front teeth lightly over the ridge of his sensitive head. It was a damned good thing she didn’t have use of her hands. Her mouth was skilled enough by itself.
Clenching his jaw, he stared down at her as she worked him over with her mouth. A light misting of perspiration glistened on her forehead and her cheeks burned with the feverish flush of a woman in desperate need of orgasm. He needed that as well. He needed to hear her scream out in ecstasy as climax assaulted her body. He needed to feel her tight cunt pulsating around his unyielding flesh while he pounded her sweet pussy.
Play time was over. He needed to claim her.
Panting, Donavan made eye contact with his assisting trio and gave a single gesture with his hand. They acknowledged him almost immediately. Gradually, they eased away from Eve and fled in search of new partners to find release with. When they withdrew that left only him and Eve alone inside the circle of spectators but Donavan’s focus fell only to her.
Simultaneously, he pulled his cock from her mouth and reached for the chain suspending her. One jerked had it hoisting Eve higher, drawing her up onto her feet. The second jerk locked it in place. Because the chain was attached near her wrists, her body remained leaning forward, allowing him the perfect position to fuck her from behind.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Eve?” he whispered against her ear.
She whimpered out a sigh.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yes. God. Yes.” She shuddered. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
He gripped her hips and swung her around. The chain above them creaked. The smooth globes of her ass grazed his cock and Donavan bit back a harsh moan sharing in her sentiment. He had never wanted anything more in his life, either.
Hooking an arm around her waist, he clutched the base of his cock and pressed it between her swollen pussy lips, teasing along the line of her slick slit. In silent demand, she pushed backward into him and a smile broke out on his face. Normally he would have dodged
her advances in order to establish his dominance over her. Not this time. He couldn’t wait any longer either.
Donavan drove his cock into Eve’s dripping pussy. His own ragged groan drowned out her cry but what he heard of the high pitch sound was enough to make his cock twitch. Her wet heat surrounded him and a burst of white hot flame licked furiously up his shaft. Swallowing hard, he clenched his teeth against the fire. Too hot. Too wet. Too tight. Wrapping both arms around her now, he cradled her back to his chest and remained frozen. His thighs began to vibrate and for the first time in his life, Donavan thought he might come before coaxing her to orgasm.
No way in hell he was about to let that happen.
Panting, Eve tilted her head back and whispered. “You’re not getting all lovey-dovey on me now, are you Carver?” Her blatant taunt had him smiling again. Oh, the gloves were off.
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, dragging his teeth over her bare shoulder. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Donavan arched his hips back and slammed into her harder than he had let himself the entire weekend. Her earsplitting scream sliced through his mind but before the sound died off, he thrust into her again. If she wanted it rough, who was he to deny her?
Keeping her cradled to his body, he ran his hands up her torso and palmed her glorious tits. The moment his skin grazed her hard nipples, she choked on a moan. Christ, he loved how sensitive her nipples were. Circling the tips of his fingers around her swollen peaks, he traced the elastics and then closed his eyes against the erratic pulsing of her tight muscles around his cock.
Thrust after thrust, she thrashed like a wild animal, her sweet ass bouncing against his pelvis as he drove in and out. This was the moment he’d been waiting for. Though they stood inside a circle of wide-eyed strangers watching their every move, Eve was oblivious to their presence. Her body and mind and soul now belonged to him.
Oh God, I can’t hold on much longer, Eve thought between a frenzy of labored breaths and harsh groans. Her thighs quivered and wobbled under the force of Donavan’s rough handling. Her stomach muscles violently contracted with building abdominal pressure. Though he fucked her harder than any man ever had, the warmth and strength of his arms enveloping her conveyed absolute tenderness.
