What Happens in Vegas

by Jess Alynn

  A glance in the mirror on the way in told her that her face was flushed, and she hastened to the stall all the way at the end, hoping it would afford her enough privacy. Sure enough, when she pulled down her trousers and knickers, there was already the beginning of a damp stain spreading over the cotton. Her cunt clamped down in want, and she closed her eyes at the tingles that raced over her body.

  Ears pricked for the sounds of anyone coming to the stall by hers, she slipped her fingers between her slick curls and circled her clit, stifling a gasp at how good it felt. It wasn’t going to take long. The image she rebuilt in her mind was rich with detail: the sight of Billy’s muscles tensing along his stretched body as his arse bloomed scarlet; the scent of his sweat and musk mingling with her own arousal; the broken gasps and guttural moans tumbling from his lips; the taste of his tongue against hers; the sting and scorching heat of his arse under her palm as she swatted him. Her other hand gripped her thigh, nails leaving gouges on her skin, as she convulsed in orgasm, choking back the noises of ecstasy that wanted to burst forth. As she shuddered in aftershocks, her fingers still lodged between her swollen pussy lips, she leant her head on the side wall, glad to feel the tile cool against her heated face.

  She remained there for a long moment, letting her heart rate slow. After a brisk clean up, she exited the stall and took her time washing her hands, smoothing her hair, and pressing the damp paper towel to her face. It was no use waiting any longer; she took out her mobile and texted Billy the plan for the next night: time, location, general expectations.

  Shooting an arch look at her reflection, she pressed send and headed back to the poker room, satisfied that she wouldn’t be the only one frustrated with anticipation tonight.

  ***

  Eve and Shell stood just inside the entrance of the club, watching the parking lot. Billy had texted, saying he was taking a cab and would be there soon. Shell kept biting her lip, shifting her weight from foot to foot and swinging her bag.

  “Do you really think he’ll let me?”

  Eve closed her eyes in a bid for patience and said, “He said yes. I mean, I know he can change his mind at any time, but I really think he was interested. Just calm down, okay?”

  Shell nodded. A taxi pulled up outside and her eyes went wide. “Is that him?”

  Eve peered out and saw the cabin light gleaming on Billy’s bald head. Grinning, she said, “That’s my Billy-boy, all right.”

  He got out of the car and faced the entrance, and Shell made a noise like air escaping a balloon. “Fuck me, he’s hot. Shit, why would someone who looks like that want anything to do with me?”

  Eve whipped around to pin her with a stern glare. “That’s enough! Now is not the time for a bout of poor self-esteem. You’re damn well sexy enough for anyone, and confidence is super hot. So, fucking Dom up!”

  Shell stared back at her in silence, nodding once before Billy entered, his face lighting up when he saw Eve.

  Eve smiled - granted it was a bit predatory - and Billy immediately stepped up to her and assumed his standing posture of deference. “Billy, I’d like you to meet my friend, Shell. You may call her Mistress tonight, too.”

  Billy turned to her and bent lower in a bow. “It’s an honour to meet you, Mistress.”

  Shell simply retorted, “Pleasure,” and extended her hand. Billy clasped her fingers and dropped a light kiss on her knuckles.

  Eve caught Shell’s eye and jerked another nod at her, brows raised in reiteration of her instructions. Shell inclined her head in acknowledgement, so Eve said, “Follow us inside, Billy. I’ve already taken care of your entry.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.” He held out his hand and added, “May I carry your bags, Mistresses?”

  “Of course.” Eve dropped her bag, followed closely by Shell, and turned to enter the locker room. Billy gathered up their bags along with his and fell into step behind them.

  They didn’t store their bags in the locker room since they might need anything they brought to play, and Eve led them through the club on a tour, pointing out the themed rooms and other facilities. After the once-through, she brought them back to the dungeon playroom, gesturing for Billy to deposit their bags by the side table.

  “Lay everything out, but don’t mix things up.”

  He snapped to it, carefully placing the toys and accessories in neat rows on the table, leaving empty space between each person’s collection. When he was done, he crossed back to Eve and dropped to his knees, wrists crossed behind him, and said, “Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Mistress.”

  Eve shot a told you so look at Shell and caressed his head. He leant into her touch, crowding against her hip as well as she said, “I know you can please me tonight, Billy. And hopefully you can please Shell, too.”

  “I’ll do my best, Mistress.”

  Eve trailed her fingers down his face to grip his chin. She tilted his head back and said, “Look at me.” Billy lifted trusting eyes to hers, and she gave him a tender smile. “Strip.”

  His eyes closed as he shuddered, but he got to his feet and immediately toed off his boots. He quickly tugged his socks off and stuffed them into his boots, then unbuckled his belt and opened his fly. He switched to his shirt, grabbing the back of the collar and hauling it up over his head in one smooth motion to drop at his bare feet. When he returned to his jeans, it quickly became apparent that he had foregone pants, and he was stark naked once he shoved them down his legs. He cast a quick glance at Eve, who tilted her head toward the pile of clothes, and hurried to fold them, stacking them neatly on top of his boots.

  When he straightened again, Eve snapped, “Turn around.” He obeyed, and she stepped closer to see if there was any indication left of the torment she had bestowed on his firm arse. The redness and swelling was long gone, but there were faint lines still visible, and when she smoothed her hand over each cheek and squeezed, Billy sucked in a sharp breath at the lingering soreness.

  Shell stepped closer, gaze roving over Billy’s body. One hand rose to circle his nipple, and he gasped again, jaw tightening at the disparate sensations between his two Mistresses. Eve pressed against his back and peered over his shoulder, watching Shell’s look of concentration as she teased and pinched his nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak. Eve smirked and said, “Mmm, we didn’t get to do much with those the other night. I’m interested to see how Billy-boy takes it.”

  Shell lifted her head to meet Eve’s gaze and flashed a devious grin. “Then let’s find out.”

  Billy’s cock began to swell as he watched Shell cross to the side table and pick up a pair of black rubber suction cups and plastic-coated clothespin clamps. Eve wrapped one hand around his crossed wrists at the small of his back and pushed between his shoulder blades with the other, making his chest thrust forward. Shell repeated her actions on his other nipple until it was as stiff as the first one. Then, she dipped the tip of her tongue into each of the rubber suction cups, squeezed them, and placed them over the tight peaks. When she let go, he blinked rapidly, assimilating the sensation of unwavering suction on his nipples, and squirmed in Eve’s grasp.

  Eve leant up, and her lips brushed his ear as she said, “Just think how sensitive they’ll get...and how delicious it will be when they’re clamped later.”

  His eyelids fluttered shut, and he shivered at the moist warmth of her speech sending goosebumps down his entire left side. Unbidden, his cock bounced, and both Eve and Shell hummed in anticipation. Eve pushed at his back again, and he opened his eyes to see Shell pointing him toward the Saint Andrew’s cross in one corner of the playspace. He quickly strode over to it, spinning to lean back against the padded centre in response to Eve’s manhandling. She kicked his feet apart and lifted his arms so he could grip the hooks where cuffs attach.

  Eve stepped back and cut a glance at Shell, then said, “Mistress Shell, join me over here for a moment.” They moved toward the side table, and Eve whispered, “It’s up to you to lead him to pegging. If you want
to whip him or spank him, choose your tools. Or, if you want me to do that, and you bend him over the bench to fuck him afterward, decide now and talk to him.”

  Shell flicked a nervous glance at Billy, who had held his position, his erection bobbing gently, and murmured, “You whip him. Then I’ll use the clamps. And you spank him a bit before I bend him over the bench and spank him too. I don’t know if I want to keep him on the bench to fuck him or not.”

  Eve nodded and picked up the flogger again. After a moment of consideration, she grabbed Billy’s metal ruler too. Shell sucked in a deep, steadying breath and picked up her dildo and harness. Lifting her chin, she spun and marched over to Billy, brandishing the toy.

  “Billy, you said before that you’d be open to being fucked.” He nodded faintly. “Well, look here. Do you see my cock?” He nodded again, eyes locked on the dildo. “Do you want it?” His eyes widened, and he swallowed before nodding a third time, the movement slow and deliberate. Shell’s eyes narrowed and she smirked in satisfaction, then said, “So, what do you say?”

  “Please, Mistress. Please fuck me tonight.”

  She reached out and flicked the suction cups, making him jerk in surprise. “If you’re very good and deserve it, I will.”

  His exhale was long and shaky before he said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

  Eve joined them, handed one of the wrist cuffs to Shell, and said, “Turn around.” He obeyed and they both secured a hand to the upper hooks on the cross. Eve backed away and said, “I’m going to whip you now, Billy. You took it so beautifully the other night, and I want to stripe you all over.”

  Billy gripped the cuff hooks and breathed, “Please, Mistress, yes.”

  Shell backed away and watched Eve swing the flogger, the strands splaying across his shoulder blade and around his ribs. Billy jerked and gasped but didn’t object. Eve swung again, landing the blow elsewhere, and Shell slid into the harness, tightening the straps to be ready when Billy was. When Eve’s strokes sank lower, smacking against Billy’s still tender arse, he rocked forward, his cock smearing pre-come on the padded centre of the crossbars.

  Shell circled the cross, watching Billy’s muscles twitching, and listening to his grunts and moans under Eve’s ministrations. His throat and chest were suffused with a rosy flush, and she appreciated the black rubber trembling on his nipples as he panted. Skin prickling with excitement, she stepped up to the cross and said, “Billy, look at me.”

  His eyes opened, and he blinked dazedly at her. Behind him, Eve paused, interested in what Shell was doing. Shell waved the clamps in front of him, and he voiced a broken cry of mingled apprehension and want. Shell’s grin was predatory as she leant down and bit down on the suction cup, pulling it off of his flesh with a pop. He choked back a curse. Then, when she did the same with the other cup, he ground his damp cock against the padding, earning him a sharp smack from Eve in reprimand.

  Shell took a moment to suckle and flick her tongue against the tortured peaks before fixing the clamps on them, earning a ragged wail from Billy. Eve pressed up against his back and murmured, “Do you have anything to say, Billy?”

  He was breathing hard, and sweat was glistening in the hollow of his throat and on his smooth head, but he rasped, “Just...more, Mistress. Please.”

  Shell stepped back again and stroked the dildo as Eve voiced a dark chuckle and said, “Indeed.” Then, Eve dropped the flogger and landed a solid blow of the metal ruler on his arse, dragging a hoarse cry from his throat. The broader stripes from the ruler covered the thin scarlet lines criss-crossing his body, leaving darker, more purple colouration to mark where she had been, and driving him to thrust against the padding on every stroke, his cock full and curving up against his belly.

  Shell grabbed a condom and lube and stood beside Eve as she pulled on gloves. Her whisper was urgent as she said, “How much longer? Oh, god, I want to fuck him.”

  “Go release his hands while I finish up.”

  Shell hastened to obey, and when Billy’s arms were free and Eve had stopped, Shell guided him to back up and move over to the spanking bench. Billy’s gait was shaky, and he dropped to his knees with an air of gratitude when Shell ordered, “Suck my cock.”

  He panted, his fingers trembling as he struggled with the condom she had given him, but when he had successfully rolled it onto the dildo, he fell upon it with gusto, moaning around the latex-coated silicone stretching his lips. Shell laid a hand on top of his head and groaned at the sight before her.

  Eve bit her lip at the throbbing in her cunt as she watched Billy nearly gagging himself on Shell’s cock. He radiated a single-minded intensity, and her fingers itched to strike against the heat she knew would be pouring off his inflamed arse.

  Shell croaked, “Enough! Get on the bench.”

  Billy’s tongue swirled around the tip of the dildo as he pulled off, and he dropped down to crawl to the bench, cheeks and chin glistening with saliva. He climbed onto the bench and paused for a moment, confused at how to lie down on it with the clamps still on his nipples. Shell ran an appreciative hand down his back and said, “Cross your arms and lean on them; leave space under your chest.”

  He fidgeted until he figured out how to comply, and hissed at the burn of her dragging her gloved fingertips over the welts on his arse. Eve moved opposite Shell and copied her actions, making him writhe and buck, his cock bouncing against the end of the platform under his torso. Eve caught Shell’s eye and murmured, “Together. On three.” Shell nodded and Eve counted, “One. Two. Three!”

  Both women smacked his arse at the same time, and he howled at the onslaught. Eve guided Shell to move further down, spanking the tender undercurve of his arse, as it had been more difficult to strike when he had been standing straight. Billy’s balls drew up tight as he instinctively cringed away from the blows falling so close to fragile territory.

  After several swings, Eve stopped and nodded toward the lube in Shell’s other hand. Shell flashed an eager grin and moved between Billy’s legs. Eve slid around toward his head and hunkered down so she could see his face. “Billy-boy, look at me.”

  He twisted his head to meet her gaze, his expression flickering in and out of grimaces at the mixture of pain and pleasure. His eyes widened briefly at the chill of Shell dripping lube onto his exposed arsehole, then his eyes closed and his mouth fell open in a low moan at her slick fingers massaging the tense ring of muscle. He struggled to open his eyes and follow Eve’s command. His breathing was ragged and his pupils were huge as he stared at Eve smiling proudly at him.

  Her voice was a gentle croon as she caressed his head and said, “See? I told you you could handle it. You’re incredible, Billy-boy. You’ve taken everything we’ve dished out so beautifully. I can’t wait to see you take Shell’s cock. You were born to be fucked, Billy.”

  “Oh, god, Mistress, please...”

  “‘Please’ what?”

  “Fuck... anything, everything... I need it, Mistress. Whatever you’ll give me.”

  His voice cracked, followed by a fervent moan as Shell sank a finger deep into him. As Shell probed him, Eve reached under and tweaked the clamps on his nipples, making his whole body seize. His hoarse shout mingled with Shell’s hiss at the feel of his arse clenching down on her finger.

  “Look at you. Gorgeous, you are. And the noises you make - delicious!” Shell worked in a second finger, and Billy voiced a high-pitched whine, his hips rolling. Eve looked around and saw that they had an audience, standing just outside the lit playspace. “You’re so fucking hot; I bet every person watching right now wishes they could have a chance at dominating you.”

  His head jerked up and a flash of panic lit his eyes. Eve leant closer and soothed him with a soft caress on his head, urging him to meet her gaze again. “Shh, Billy, it’s okay. They get to envy us all they want. No one gets to touch you but me and Shell.” He wilted under her comforting hand and sighed. Eve’s chest swelled with a surge of fondness. “I’ve got you, Billy-boy. You’re
safe with me. I promise.”

  “Thank you, Mistress.” His whisper was faint, but his eyes were limpid with gratitude and reverence.

  Eve shifted to kneel in front of him, still stroking his head and face. She peered beyond him to see Shell methodically working him open, drizzling more lube on her two fingers as they slid back out. Licking her lips at the dizzying surge of lust that overtook her, she nuzzled Billy’s ear and purred, “Do you like feeling her fingers inside you?”

  A draw-out groan was her answer, followed by, “It’s good, Mistress.”

  Shell looked up to see Eve watching her and smirked as she deliberately stroked his prostate, making him shout and jerk, muscles tensing all along his body. With every stroke, he voiced a low rumble, and Eve said, “Give him a third finger.”

  At that, he gasped, and when Shell breached him with three fingers, pressing inexorably into his tight heat, a higher pitched keen soughed out of him. Eve petted his head while Shell slid in and out, stretching him wider, and eventually he started rocking back onto her fingers, voicing little grunts as she sank in to the third knuckles.

  Eve’s cunt clenched in arousal and she watched Billy drowning in desire. She caught Shell’s eye and nodded, indicating that he was ready for her cock. Shell spread lube on the dildo and inched closer, then pulled her fingers out and gripped his cheeks with slippery hands to spread him. He uttered a strangled cry of pain but rocked backward into her grip, his arsehole twitching now that it was empty.

  Eve cupped his chin and drew his attention, noting that his eyes were fever-bright and his mouth was slack. In a low purr, she said, “Beg for it, Billy-boy.”

  His eyes rolled back, and he whimpered as he rasped, “Please, Mistress, please fuck me...”

  Shell sank in, accompanied by his long groan of satisfaction. When she bottomed out, Eve reached under him and flicked the nipple clamps, and he jerked backward, grinding his arse down onto the dildo. His eyes had shot open wide, and he stared at Eve like he was lost to sensation; she couldn’t resist and ducked down to kiss him, savagely plundering his mouth, swallowing his moans.