by Tawny Taylor
Serve him? As in what? Oral sex? Well that wasn’t exactly her idea of a reward, but it wasn’t a punishment either.
She’d read and reread the material her Masters had given her at the interview, and therefore knew in general terms what they expected.
She was expected to address them as Master, to speak only when spoken to and to serve them to the best of her ability. However, the specifics of particular activities had never been discussed. Oh well, she’d do what she could.
She worked his snug pants over his narrow hips and down his thighs. Like his upper body, his legs were smooth-skinned and tanned. Absolutely gorgeous.
When she had his pants down at his ankles, she dropped to her knees to remove them. Bent over, she shuddered when Fury blew a soft current of air on the back of her thigh. The skin of her back erupted in gooseflesh.
Pants removed, she folded them and set them on the floor then stood up and reached for the leather g-string covering his erect cock. She wasn’t surprised to discover he was large—very large—but also much thicker than any lover she’d ever had before. A gush of warmth pulsed to her pussy as she weighed his smooth-skinned testicles in her hands. The man hadn’t a single hair on his body, from chest to toe.
“Suck me.”
Another wave of pleasure raced through her. “Yes, Master.” She circled the base of his cock with her hands and pressed her lips to the swollen head. A salty droplet of pre-come seeped from the slit cutting through its center. She licked it away before swirling her tongue around the flared edge as though she were licking a lollipop. Yum. His flavor and scent were a unique combination of man and leather. She was pleased to hear her Master suck in a shallow gasp and release it on a growl.
So far, despite her nerves, she was having fun. While the two men were every bit the dominating, powerful Masters she’d expected, they didn’t intimidate her by being grabby. She was oh-so grateful. And oh-so surprised.
She opened her mouth wider, taking as much of her Master into her mouth as she could. And then, working hands and mouth together, fucked him orally in slow, fluid motions. Fury remained behind her. He leaned over her back and fisted his hands in her hair, holding her head still to allow Wrath to set the pace and depth. He thrust in and out several more times before withdrawing from her. She swallowed a little whimper.
Yes, she’d liked servicing this man sexually. His body was absolutely stunning. She’d never seen anything like it. Not in real life.
Just think what this’ll be like once I get over the nerves.
Fury gently tugged her hair, forcing her to her knees.
Meanwhile, Wrath walked to a narrow shelf running along the wall and lifted a large and realistic-looking rubber dong, wrapped in cellophane. “Did you enjoy your reward?” He stood before her now, the thick dildo in one fist.
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
“You please me. Now, a test.” He unwrapped the toy and offered it to her.
“Yes, Master?” She accepted the proffered dildo. “Thank you. What would you like me to do with this, Master?”
“That’s my cock. Show me what you’ll do with it. No restrictions but one. You may not fuck yourself with it.”
Nervous, but also extremely aroused, she glanced down at the rubber toy in her hands. His cock. She could think of a few things she might do with it. Then again, the first one that had come to mind had been forbidden. Now what?
Her dress didn’t allow her to rub her breasts with it. And between her position and the snug skirt gripping her hips and thighs, she couldn’t get it between her legs to tease herself either. What else was there? She could suck it. Or…
There were two Masters. Hmmm… She couldn’t. Could she? Would she be making a huge assumption by suggesting she use it on Fury? She had no idea if her Masters were straight, gay or bi. Not every guy liked taking things up the ass.
But Wrath had made a point of saying “no restrictions”.
Decisions, decisions.
Fury now stood at her right, arms crossed over his chest, feet shoulder-width apart.
She could ask. That way he could refuse. Yeah. That would work.
“May I have some lube, Master?” she asked Wrath. He nodded and retrieved a tube from the shelf.
“Master Fury, may I fuck you with Master Wrath’s cock?” she asked.
His lips curled into a naughty smile as he nodded. “Yes, you may. But only after you remove all your clothes but your panties.”
“Yes, Master.” She handed the sex toy back to Wrath before standing to wiggle her way out of the tight dress. She was all too aware of her Masters’ hungry gazes as she stood before them in nothing but a black lace g-string. Her nipples tingled, as if they’d flicked their tongues over them. Her pussy tightened around an aching emptiness.
Brin had been so right. This was going to be the most mind-blowing experience of her life.
Suddenly, two hours didn’t seem long enough.
Fury allowed her to undress him. Like Wrath, her second master was a specimen in male perfection, from his broad, developed shoulders, to his tight butt and thickly muscled thighs. Once undressed, Fury positioned himself on a piece of bondage furniture she’d seen on the internet. A kneeler. Two lower padded platforms flanked a higher one at about waist height. Fury knelt on one of the low platforms and rested his stomach on the higher one in the center.
Her entire body tingled as she smoothed a coating of lubricant over the dildo. She also applied a healthy amount to Fury’s anus. Then, her heart in her throat and her pussy aflame, she slowly pushed the tip of the dildo into Fury’s tight ass.
Oh God.
His hole stretched to accommodate the large toy, but she still moved it slowly, fearful she’d hurt him. Innnn. Outttt. Innnn. Outttt. Meanwhile, a steady beat thrummed between her legs as her labia and clit became engorged with blood. Fury accepted the pleasure with all the masculine strength and beauty he possessed. His muscles rippled beneath tan skin as he slowly rocked his hips.
Wrath stepped around the front of the kneeler and Fury lifted his head, taking Wrath’s real cock into his mouth. Hands braced on Fury’s shoulders, Wrath paced his thrusts with the motions of the dildo. With each inward drive, the muscles of his stomach appeared a little tighter, a little more defined. And the lust she saw in his eyes a smidge more intense.
This was a fascinating world she’d stepped into. A world where pleasure was given and received in ways she’d never experienced before. A world she knew instinctively she wanted to be a bigger part of in the future.
No, two hours would never be enough.
“No more.” Wrath withdrew his cock from Fury’s mouth. It escaped with a sexy popping sound.
Fallon pulled the dildo out of Fury’s ass and handed it to Wrath. His cock bobbed up and down as he stalked across the room to dispose of the soiled toy.
Fury stood and turned to face her. “You please us both.”
Wondering what was next, she smiled. “It is my pleasure, Master.”
* * * * *
Zane Warner was in agony.
Kade, the man he’d shared the past six years with, as lover and friend, as helpmate and nurse when he was sick, had asked him to be a part of his relationship with this woman, and he’d agreed.
But he’d never guessed he’d be so conflicted about it.
Unlike Kade, Zane had lived primarily as gay, since graduating from Annapolis. He had always been attracted to men. He loved men. He desired men.
That wasn’t to say he hadn’t been in a hetero relationship in the past. He had. But every time there’d been something missing. Off. Eventually he’d given up on women, figuring the thing that was off was him.
Fallon was different from the women he’d dated in the past. She was young, at his best guess about five or six years his junior, and absolutely stunning. But it wasn’t just her physical beauty that attracted him. It went much deeper than that, thanks to everything Kade had shared with him about her.
H
e was anxious to peel away the layers and discover for himself what made Fallon Dwyer such a special woman.
In the meantime, he would have to be content with what she could give him, little glimpses of the vulnerable woman she hid beneath that calm and cool exterior. She said very little. But her body spoke volumes. Her eyes. Her shoulders. Her cunt.
She was not only aroused but also nervous.
There was usually a deeper reason why a woman sought out a Dom. What deep-seated need was Fallon trying to fulfill? And how could he help her work through whatever issues she was struggling with?
Finally, in the end, would she accept what they wished to offer her?
Kade had come up with this plan after learning Fallon was curious about submission and domination. They both had experience as Doms and could help Fallon safely experiment with bondage. It was the opportunity Kade was looking for, a way to bring her into their relationship without having to explain right away the reason for it.
Zane had mixed feelings about all of this. Granted, he’d known for a long time about Kade’s feelings for Fallon. None of this had come as a surprise, but a small part of him feared losing Kade to Fallon, or at least surrendering a part of him to her.
Then again, now that he thought about it, that portion had belonged to her for years. It had been the one thing between them, a wedge he’d tried to ignore but couldn’t.
Maybe with her here, with them sharing her, the wedge would finally dislodge. He couldn’t hope for more. Assuming she agreed to become the third partner in their threesome.
How long would they continue like this? And how would she react once they removed their masks—both the literal ones and the figurative?
Chapter Three
“Have you ever lived as a slave?” Fury asked her, circling her like a man inspecting a prospective piece of property.
His wandering gaze warmed her skin. Back. Buttocks. Breasts. How would it feel to live as a slave, around the clock? Did she secretly crave that kind of submission? Or merely the on-again, off-again submission to be found in a situation like this?
An answer whispered in her head.
“No, Master. I have not.”
Fury and Wrath exchanged glances but said nothing. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate to rub away the pounding ache at her center. Arms straight, hands behind her back, she laced her fingers together. How much time had elapsed? In some ways it felt as if a lifetime had gone by, in others, as if mere minutes had passed.
When would her frayed nerves ease? It didn’t help that they seemed to be hesitating at times, even a little unsure of what they wanted to do next. Or was she just imagining that?
“Have you ever been bound?” Wrath finally asked, at least a zillion heartbeats later.
“No, Master. Never.” Her gaze ping-ponged between her two Masters.
“This way.” Wrath motioned to a narrow table made of polished wood timber, much like the wooden bondage furniture she’d seen on the web. At all four corners, metal loops were screwed into the table, and attached to the loops were metal chains ending in leather cuffs. It was a little intimidating, although not terrifying.
They were going to tie her up.
Little quivers of anticipation raced up and down her spine.
“I think it’s time for this.” Brandishing her blindfold, Wrath walked around her back, positioned it over her eyes and tied it.
The world went dark. Her breath caught in her throat as her skin instantly became more sensitive. Sounds louder. Scents more noticeable. It was amazing what the loss of one sense did to the others.
Two sets of hands circled her waist and shoulders. They set her on the table then lowered her onto her back.
“I want to see all of you, Fallon,” she heard Wrath say.
“Yes, Master.” She felt fingertips brush against her ankles, her knees, her thighs. She swallowed a little hiccup, and straightened her legs. Her stomach clenched, rocking her hips forward and back in time to the desire pounding through her veins. Wetness seeped from her pussy.
The fingers found the waist of her g-string. It inched down over her mound, hips, legs.
Someone audibly inhaled. “I can smell your desire,” Fury murmured somewhere to her right.
Instinctively, she rocked her head to the right to face him. She was tight all over, scalp to big toe. Adrenaline was making her heart race, her breathing shallow.
Her g-string was tugged over her shoes.
She was now lying there head-to-toe nude. Before two men she’d met only once before. A wicked thrill swept through her. So naughty. So hot.
“How do you feel, Fallon?” Wrath asked from the end of the table.
“Nervous. And good. Master.”
“Excellent.” He lifted her left ankle and ran a tickly touch up the side of her leg. She instantly tensed her entire lower body.
The tiniest draft of air feathered over her right breast, making her nipple harden into an aching peak. Her back arched, pushing her breasts higher into the air.
Then someone or something stroked the inside of her thigh. She gasped and flinched. Another touch. To the side of her neck. Her face. With each brief contact, heat zapped through her body, like bolts of lightning.
This was crazy! Frustrating. Thrilling. She had no idea when or where the next touch would come from. It was a fun game, even if she was getting to the point where she just wanted a big cock in her pussy, driving away the ache deep inside.
Never had she taken the time to just play like this, to experiment and explore and test herself. Sure, a vibrator cranked on full speed would send her over the top. Time and time again she’d proven that fact. But never would she have guessed how inflaming little tickles and strokes to her face, neck and legs would be.
Was it the men, their absolutely stunning good looks? Or the mixed feelings she had about the dark dungeon? Did it matter?
One of her Masters rattled a chain by her right ear. The metallic clatter sent goose bumps down the right side of her body. A hand caught her wrist, a leather cuff was slipped beneath it, and then the cuff was snugged tight against her skin.
It’s really happening. They’re chaining me up. Oh my God!
She heard herself gasp, yet she lay perfectly still, letting every miniscule sensation travel through her system like mini-jolts of electricity. The sounds of footfalls on the tiled floor. The rattle of a chain. The tangy scent of her Masters’ cologne and even the musky odor of her own arousal. The pinpricks of nerves at her nape. And tension churning in her belly.
She felt so alive and aware. The sensations pulled her deeper into herself, like a strong current dragging a swimmer out to sea. Images swept through her mind as memories of the fantasies that had led her here today came to the surface, playing behind her closed eyes like a video montage.
He was securing her other arm, up and out. Now the two were stretched into a vee. Wrists enclosed in smooth leather, arms resting comfortably on the table.
Now what?
She’d read plenty about sensation play. Hot wax. Electricity. Pain. Needles. Nipple clamps. But she wasn’t here for anything that intense. She had no need for it. No. She only wanted to feel a loss of control. Vulnerability. They were strong. They were in control. They would determine her every movement.
Damn, this was sexy!
A fingertip traced a circle around her nipple. If she’d had any doubt her spine could arch any higher, it was gone now. She pushed her breasts into the air, silently pleading for more. The light, fleeting touches were torture, teasing, tormenting. She wanted to beg for a more intense sensation. Would one of them suck her nipple hard? Pinch it? Touch her pussy?
Finally put her out her misery!
At least three times, she’d felt the heat of an impending climax rush up her chest. Her pussy clenched, pulsing wetness through her slit. But all three times, the touches stopped, denying her release.
When one of them pulled her leg out and buckled a leather cuff around her ankle, that tel
ltale heat whooshed up her torso for the fourth time. There was just the slightest brush against the inner thigh of her secured leg.
She swallowed a moan. Quiet. She was expected to be absolutely silent, unless asked to speak.
God, they were mean!
Another touch. This one higher up. Within inches of the sodden, throbbing tissues surrounding her vagina. Her clit. Labia.
She inched her free leg out a little, hoping her Masters would show her some mercy and finally free her of the desperate passion thrumming through her body in ever-increasing vibrations. She felt like she’d literally swallowed a live wire. Currents of sparking, arcing energy charged through her bones, muscles, skin.
“What are you searching for, Fallon?” Wrath asked.
“Relief.”
“No.”
She couldn’t help it, she whimpered. Did he mean he wouldn’t give her relief? Or he didn’t believe her?
“Why are you here?” Wrath had moved closer to her head. The scent of his cologne was stronger. She turned her head and inhaled, deeply, trying desperately to commit that sexy smell to memory.
“I…” Why had she come? “I was curious.”
“There’s more, isn’t there?” Fury asked from farther down, closer to her feet. A little touch tickled the sole of her foot before moving north, over her shin, knee, thigh. “Tell us.”
“You must tell us.” It was Wrath again. His voice held a slightly threatening edge that was both thrilling and seductive. What would he do if she refused? Or if she simply couldn’t respond because she wasn’t sure she knew the answer?
“I suppose there is more. I’ve done some reading. On the internet.”
“And?” A finger ran down the cleft between her breasts, and just like before, her stomach imploded, rocking her hips forward.
“And I can’t remember when I didn’t fantasize about strong men, powerful men like you, when I…pleased myself.”
“You mean when you masturbated?” Fury asked, this time flattening his hand over her upper thigh. “What do we do in your fantasies?”
Grateful for the touch, she sighed. “The man—men—tie my hands. My legs. Wide apart. Then they fuck me hard. But not so hard they hurt me. They aren’t cruel.”
