by Laney Rogers
Taking a deep breath, she stopped moving. Then she turned her head, and studied his face; calm, in control, as always. “You won’t leave me for a single minute?”
He shook his head. “I would never leave you bound, gagged or restrained in any way, not even for a second. Ever.”
She believed him, and she nodded. “I trust you, Sir.”
“Thank you, Megan, for those words, and for your courage.” He kissed her cheek, and then stood up. “I’ll be right here, where you can see me. But first, I’m going to insert both the dildos. The one for your ass is only small; you can take it. It will go in much easier if you don’t tense up. Just try and relax, and I promise you’ll enjoy yourself.”
He had to be out of his mind. “Enjoy myself!” She could guarantee that hell would freeze over before that happened.
She jumped when Jacob pushed the bigger dildo into her vagina. It filled her, but was not as long or as thick as his cock, and she wished with all her heart that it was him kneeling behind her and not this awful machine.
She felt a cool wetness in her crack, and when something pressed against her anus, she grimaced, instinctively trying to clench up and repel it.
Jacob smacked her lightly on the bottom. “I said relax, sub.”
Megan breathed in and out slowly, and had only a brief second of pain before the dildo slid inside her.
It was comforting when he came into her line of vision again. “You look beautiful, Megan, all open and ready to be fucked.”
His words managed to override the worst of her fear, and when he turned a dial on the remote, and the bigger dildo came to life, she gasped, surprised when it didn’t ram in and out of her. Instead, it slowly slid to the very edge of her opening, and then pushed back into her pussy, which was still swollen from Jacob’s fingers and mouth.
The other dildo started the same way, and they both moved in perfect rhythm. All the sensitive nerves and muscles in her ass woke up, causing instant zings of pleasure to pulse through her whole core.
“Ohhh,” she sighed, and her back arched with desire, the pressure building inside her.
The pussy dildo increased in speed, thrusting in and out of her, and when it slid over a particularly sensitive area, her breathing changed to soft pants.
Jacob swapped speeds, and the small anal dildo pumped in and out, making her grip the furry rug with her fingers.
Suddenly the larger one began to rotate, slowly, while the other continued to plunge in and out.
The rotation in her hot, swollen pussy pushed her right to the edge. Jacob adjusted the dials till both dildos slowed to an even pace, and then knelt, placing the remote beside him.
He reached over, and cupped her breasts in his hands, as if loving the way her hard, taut nipples pushed against his palms.
“Are you ready to come now, sub?” he asked softly in her ear.
She could only nod in reply; her whole body tensed, so close to coming, she thought she would scream.
He pinched a nipple, hard, making her flinch. “I didn’t hear you, Megan.”
Her answer came through gritted teeth. “Yes…please, please…God.”
He reached down, flipped both dials to high, and she instantly let out a high pitched scream.
Spasm upon spasm hit her, letting such intense pleasure flow through her body that she buried her face in the rug, every nerve on end and every muscle tensed.
When he pinched her clit, she cried out, her wrists and ankles pulling desperately at her restraints as she came again.
Finally, he stopped the dildos, and her body went limp with exhaustion. He carefully withdrew each one, and with her face still on the rug, he undid the leather straps, rubbing her back and shoulders while he did so.
“Time to get you up, sweetie,” he said with a smile; his little sub still on all fours in front of him.
“I don’t think I can move.”
Her voice was muffled by the rug, and he laughed, scooping her up like she weighed nothing at all, till she was safely in his arms.
Striding over to a big armchair, set in a group in the corner of the dungeon, he pulled a soft blanket from a shelf on the wall, and sat with his sub in his arms, covering her from top to toe until she was snuggled against him, warm and secure.
“You’ve pleased me a great deal, tonight, Megan. It’s important for you to know that. You’ve shown friendship towards my guests, gracefulness, and a lot of courage. Thank you, sweetheart.”
She sat up in his arms, and the blanket fell away. Not knowing how to respond, she placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him, her hands moving after a few seconds, sliding around his neck until he could feel her soft, lush breasts squashed against his chest.
He ran his hands down her back till they reached her bottom, and she gave a muffled squeak when he gently pinched one tender cheek.
“You’re mean, doing that after saying such nice things,” she said, tilting her head back and frowning at him.
“I can be a lot meaner when I catch my submissive frowning at me,” he answered with a grin.
She tucked her head back under his chin, pulling the blanket back up around her.
“Are you still frowning,” he asked, laughing at her attempt to hide her face.
With some effort, she managed to change her expression. “No, of course not, Sir.” Her voice was all innocence.
Alec and Laura settled themselves in the next chair, Laura wrapped up in a similar blanket. Megan let the men’s voices wash over her as they chatted, and soon her eyes began to close. She fought it for a while, but lost the battle; too comfortable, warm and sated to stay awake.
Chapter Eleven
“Megan, it’s time to wake up.”
His voice sounded as if it came from far away, and she struggled to open her eyes when she heard it again.
When her vision cleared, Rachel was standing in front of her, with a bottle of water in one hand, and a chocolate chip cookie in the other.
Megan rubbed her eyes and smiled. “Wow, thank you, I’m starving.”
She took the food and drink, and then saw that all six of them were now sitting in the dungeon, and she wondered just how long she’d been out of it.
Glancing around, she saw that Laura seemed to have just woken up, too. Tucked up next to Alex on a huge armchair, she was nibbling on her own cookie.
Jacob let her sit there for a few minutes while she ate and drank, then he pulled the blanket from her body and let it drop on the floor. “Come on, lazy, time to watch the game.”
She sat up, looking confused. “Game, what game?”
“Ice hockey, sweetie. Anyone who spends any length of time in this house will be expected to watch at least one game, during the season.”
“Oh, right. May I use the bathroom first, Sir,” she asked.
“Of course. Take Rachel and Laura with you. I know what you women are like, needing to go to the bathroom in packs. We’ll meet you in the den, in ten minutes.”
The three of them walked, naked, out of the dungeon, and went up to Jacob’s bedroom.
When they got upstairs, Rachel put her hand on Megan’s arm. “How are you doing? Are you coping okay? I know I was a bit overwhelmed at my first private party.”
Laura nodded. “Me too. The first time I had to strip naked and bend over a spanking bench, my Dom invited all the other guests over to watch me getting my ass paddled. I took one look at him and made a run for it. —Of course, he caught up with me, calmed me down, and then proceeded to let every one of the Doms have a turn with the paddle to punish me for not communicating with him about my fears.”
Megan and Rachel grimaced, and then the three of them chuckled.
“Why do we do this, then? I mean, if things like that are going to happen to us, why would we intentionally put ourselves in that position?” Laura asked with a frown. “Sometimes I think I must have lost my mind.”
Rachel answered her question. “We do it, because it’s fucking wonderful.”
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There was silence, and then they all burst out laughing. It was all that was needed to be said. Each of them knew she was absolutely right. Despite, or maybe because of all the things they went through with their Doms, it was truly wonderful.
They hurried with their bathroom break, and then went back downstairs to the den.
It was a total man-cave with a huge flat screen TV mounted on one wall, and a bar running along the back of the room.
Each of the subs was sent to the bar to get beer for their respective Doms, and water for themselves, and then they settled down on plump cushions at the men’s feet.
Although Megan was not a sports fan, she had to admit the game was exciting and fast paced, with two fights on the ice, and a spectacular goal, just in the first fifteen minutes.
Instead of fast forwarding through the adverts, Jacob let them run. Then he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “I prefer my own kind of commercial break, sub. Turn around and face me.”
She did as he asked, and he reached out, cupping her full breasts. Then he took the ice cold bottle which had held his beer, and placed it on each of her nipples, in turn. Megan flinched, the coldness causing them to bunch up into small, hard buds. When he took the bottle away, he replaced the coldness with his warm breath, blowing gently on each of them, and Megan could feel her pulse quicken and her pussy begin to pulsate with excitement.
“Unzip my jeans and take my cock in that sweet mouth of yours,” he said, his voice sounding deep and husky.
She pulled the zipper down and released his huge erection. When her hands came up, he shook his head, and instinctively, she put them behind her back.
“Good girl,” he said.
It was simple praise, but it caused warmth to flow through her, knowing she had pleased him, with her actions.
She couldn’t believe how important it had become to her, to serve this man, and to work to please him, and when she lowered her head and took him in her mouth, she reveled in his contented sigh as he relaxed in the armchair.
Both Rachel and Laura had been instructed to do the same thing, and it would have been a sight to see if anyone had walked into the den at that moment; three well-behaved submissives, each with their head in their Dom’s lap, servicing them with joy.
Megan let her tongue run up and down the length of his penis, and then gently sucked the velvety head. His hand came down to stroke her hair, and his touch made her skin tingle, like light rain falling on her body.
When she took all of him into her mouth and firmly sucked all the way back up, he gripped a handful of her hair, releasing a groan that made her heart thump hard in her chest.
Even though she was still sore from that machine in the dungeon, she had a very strong desire to have the real thing in her pussy. She sucked him harder, taking him so far into her mouth that the grip on her hair became painful.
She didn’t care. The pain mingled with her growing need to have him inside her, and she quickened her pace, until she felt his stomach muscles clench.
He sounded hoarse when he spoke. “Stop now, and climb onto my lap.”
She did so at once, her body craving his. When she went to slam herself down on him, he grabbed her waist and stopped her, and her eyes flew up to meet his; her frustration clear on her face.
Jacob laughed softly in the darkened room, the only lights coming from the TV screen. “Such enthusiasm, my little submissive. But you’re not the one who’s in control here. Where should your hands be?”
She tutted and put them behind her back again, ready to beg him to fuck her if he didn’t do it soon.
“Megan, if you tsk at my instructions again, I will turn you over my knee, grab a paddle, and beat on your ass till you beg me to stop. Is that clear?”
Her heart sank at his harsh words of disapproval. “Yes. I won’t do it again, Sir, I’m sorry.”
He took her face in his hands and kissed her firmly on the lips. “Good girl. Apology accepted. I’m going to fuck you hard now, sub. Are you ready?”
Megan didn’t have time to answer before he tightened his grip on her hips and rammed her down onto his thick, hard erection. She cried out at the intrusion in her already swollen pussy, but he didn’t alter his pace at all, raising her off him and then thrusting her back down, over and over.
Her breasts bounced and she instinctively threw her head back, oblivious to anything or anybody else in the room except the two of them. It was hard to keep her balance, even with his hands on her waist, and after a minute, Jacob relented.
“You may hold on to me now, if you wish,” he said, and her hands flew up and gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh while he pounded into her tender cunt.
His hands left her waist and went to her breasts, caressing them and pinching her taut nipples, and when he altered his position inside her just slightly, she moaned.“Ohhh…please…”
“There we go,” he said, “that sounds about right.”
Her head came back down and met his gaze. Their faces were only inches apart, and when he brought her down on his cock again, he hit directly on to her G-spot.
She came, her whole body tensing, every muscle in her legs clenching his body to her, and her eyes locked on his.
It took only three more huge thrusts, with his hands back around her waist, and Jacob came hard, his seed filling her as his face pressed against her chest.
Neither of them moved until Megan lifted her hand and began to stroke her Dom’s dark hair while they sat, so intimately connected to each other, with the game going on, unnoticed in front of them.
Something shifted inside Jacob, while he held her to him, and all the reservations he’d had about getting too involved with anyone seemed to slip away.
He’d be a fool to introduce this amazing woman to the delights of a BDSM lifestyle, and then let her go and fall into the arms of someone else, because he was too much of a pussy to acknowledge his feelings.
Sometime soon, the two of them were going to talk about the future. He would allow this need she had to prove her independence, for a while, but by Christmas he wanted her to be in his bed, every night, with that soft, curvy body curled around him.
He smiled to himself. Even if it meant he had to drag her, kicking and screaming, all the way. In fact, maybe a little kidnapping scene might be fun. Just so long as he got to fuck his captive afterwards, preferably till she couldn’t walk in a straight line.
Eventually, he lifted her off his cock, and let her settle down on his lap, while he pretended to concentrate on the game.
She really was a snuggler, which was just fine with him, and it wasn’t long before her breathing evened out, and she fell asleep.
* * * *
She woke, just briefly, when Jacob got into bed, beside her. He’d taken her up there, just before Alec and Laura had had to leave. They weren’t able to stay, due to an extremely early meeting that Alec had to attend, but Mat and Rachel were spending the night, and Mat had said goodbye to Alec on the way upstairs, with Rachel in his arms, half asleep.
When Jacob pulled Megan back towards him, she settled against his chest, and he grinned when her pert, round bottom rested against his groin.
Jesus, it was tempting, to take her from behind, but she was exhausted, and he knew how sore she was already going to be in the morning.
So he let her fall back asleep, while he lay there in the dark, his arms wrapped around his woman, until sleep came to claim him.
Chapter Twelve
Megan woke to an empty space beside her, and a wonderful aroma of fresh coffee. When she glanced at the clock on the bedside table, she was surprised to find it was almost nine-thirty.
After stretching luxuriously, she made herself get out from under the warm comforter. She used the bathroom then pulled on a shirt of Jacob’s that he had left on the arm of the chair.
It smelled of him, and she smiled, thinking of all that had happened last night. Her bottom was still quite sore, after the spanking from the t
hree Doms, and her pussy felt tender and swollen, but she didn’t mind at all. In fact, she realized she was turned on by the knowledge that she had been controlled in such a way, and been spanked and fucked so thoroughly.
Walking down the stairs to find Jacob, a sensation of utter contentment filled her with joy, and when she walked into the kitchen, her pulse quickened at just the sight of her Dom, standing at the counter, pouring steaming coffee into two large mugs.
He turned and smiled. “Good morning, sleepyhead. I was just about to come and wake you, to see if you wanted your daily spanking, now or later.”
Megan froze, and her behind seemed to ache even more, just at the sound of his words.
The look on her face made Jacob laugh, and he crossed the room and pulled her to him, kissing her thoroughly. His hands went under the shirt, and ran over her ass, and she hitched a breath when he touched the sore areas.
“Mmm, maybe we’ll leave it till tonight,” he murmured in her ear. “My little sub still seems a bit tender.”
She visibly relaxed at his words, and with his arm still around her, he led her over to the table and pulled out a chair for her.
When he put a mug down in front of her, and then took a seat across the table, she gave him a smile. “Thank you, Sir. I mean, for the coffee, and for not…for letting me wait until later…”
Her words trailed off, and Jacob studied the woman sitting opposite him. Jesus, he wanted to sink his cock into her tight, wet pussy right now, seeing her sitting there in his shirt, all tousled and pink.
It was endearing, how she could still be embarrassed talking about being spanked after everything that had happened last night, and he had to make himself sit there, and drink his coffee instead of pulling out her chair and bending her over the table.
Her words interrupted his thoughts. “You don’t have to work today, Sir?”
He pushed his thoughts to one side and concentrated on her question. “One of the perks of being the boss means I can work from home sometimes, although I do have a meeting in an hour or so. Mat and Rachel had to leave at the crack of dawn, to let their menagerie of animals out. I heard them go at about six, and Mat called a while ago to say that Rachel’s running late as well, so I’ll drop you off on the way to my meeting. All being well, I’ll be able to pick up some lunch for us and bring it to the kennels.”
