by Melissande
A door closed behind them.
Sam released her, but only to push her gently to her knees and move in front of her.
Then to swirl the head of his cock over her lips.
She opened eagerly. He pushed inside, and she groaned.
He thrust once..twice..three times—
She reached for him, to cup his balls, to clasp his ass—
He pulled out.
"Prepare her," he ordered.
The door opened, then closed again.
She was alone in the cool dark.
Chapter Five
SHE WAS SHAKING, BOTH FROM fear and lust. Where had he left her? How could he do it, leave her helpless like this, with all those…
Gentlemen, I have brought us a present.
Prepare her.
Prepare me for what?
The stone floor was hard beneath her knees. She reached for the hood, suddenly unable to breathe—
"Sh-h." A soft voice, a woman's voice. "Do not fear."
Gentle but firm hands drew hers away from the hood and helped her up. Fingers played over her body, then walked her down three steps into a warm, silky pool.
The hood was removed, but a mask replaced it so quickly that she was left with only the impression of an amethyst glow splashed over white stone walls, of deep blue water that cradled her.
Of the scent of gardenias and something spicy…darkly sensual.
They began to wash her, more hands than she could count—her hair, her body, her pussy…everywhere they tended her with the occasional tweak of a nipple or a sneaky little lick of a tongue, enough to keep her squirming and gasping…
Then she was drawn out of the water and laid on thick fluffy towels. Her skin was carefully dried, every surface, every curve, every crevice, then she was anointed with oils over every inch of her flesh. Her feet were massaged, her ass was kneaded and stroked, her breasts caressed, her arms, her legs…
She turned to putty, a mass of nerve endings soothed by soft, healing music, by hands anointing her pussy lips with fragrant rose oil, rimming her vagina, sliding inside to soothe with gentle touches. Between her ass cheeks, she was oiled and teased until she was writhing…
Then she was brought to her feet, her hair fluffed and combed. For a moment she mourned how ruthlessly short she wore it. Then silk, lighter than air, floated over her shoulders, open all the way down the front. Sandals with needle-thin heels were placed on her feet.
A warm, wet tongue slid over her arch, and she gasped. Ribbons tied the sandals to her ankles.
At last her blindfold was removed. She found herself standing before a mirror and wondering who that woman was, her pupils huge and dark with desire, her body gleaming, every sharp edge smoothed…
She was beautiful.
She was pure sex.
Pure female.
"The Master will be pleased," said one of the small women who had tended her. She cupped Dani's breast in her hand. "We have rouged your nipples and your nether lips."
Dani eyed the part of herself she'd never really looked at before. She was indeed all sex, her pussy a beacon, her nipples an invitation, her eyes dark with mystery and longing and need…
Then Sam arrived, and the women scattered. "You are pleased, Master?"
His gaze roamed over her, so hot it burned her everywhere it went.
She was torn between displaying herself for him…and curling up to hide.
But Dani Martin never hid from anyone. Ever.
"I am very pleased." His voice was rough. His eyes eating her.
She had the urge to bend over right then and beg Take me. Or fall to her knees and take him.
"You will come only on my command," he said to her. Then he smiled. "But you cannot imagine how many times you'll come this night."
She couldn't take her eyes off him.
He lifted his hands, in them a spool of wide scarlet ribbon. He tugged the see-through silken garment from her body, then took one end of the ribbon and wrapped it around her throat, the contrast to her milk-white skin shocking.
"And so we begin." He looped it behind her, then drew it down her back and around beneath her breasts, tying it into a tight knot between them.
Another slash of red against pale flesh. She was mesmerized.
He slid it down between her legs and up behind her, feathering it back and forth between her labia…teasing it with agonizing slowness over needy flesh.
She stifled a moan.
He smiled and let the ribbon fall away from her, drawing it up to again wrap her body one band down from the first. Tightly he formed another knot, this time at her back, again so snug she could barely breathe.
He glanced up at her, one brow lifted as if checking for her response.
But all she could focus on was her bindings…and the movement of his hands.
Around again he wrapped her, this knot on the front, then layer by layer alternating back to front as he covered her to her waist and over her hips, a silken corset with bare breasts gleaming above.
The soft flesh between her legs was weeping with lust.
And Dani was quivering in anticipation.
Then the hood slipped over her head again, covering everything but her nose and mouth.
"Beautiful," he murmured, and tugged at the leash he'd formed at her waist.
She was bare below and above.
And had no idea what would come next.
Breathe, Dani…breathe.
He was going to lose his load like a green kid.
Shit, she was stunning, no slave at all, but a queen, a bare-assed, bare-breasted Amazon queen.
He could spirit her away now. Henry was right outside.
Damned if he'd share her.
Her nipples were diamond hard, and he could smell her pussy, so rich and ripe and full of dark secrets he wanted to keep to himself.
But he'd promised her adventure.
And well and truly trapped himself in the latest gambit of their ongoing game.
One he was playing for all the marbles.
He was near, the length of ribbon away, and she could hear his every breath. Scent him, that powerful, spicy aroma of aroused male that had become so familiar to her, a signal that she'd come to associate with rich, ripe pleasures.
A cool breeze slid over her skin as her own arousal plumped her breasts, puckered her nipples. Made her ache, half-crazy with nerves and need.
And never before even half so alive.
Then a door opened with a slow swish. He drew her through, brought her to a halt. She could feel the warmth of him beside her, feel the tug of the ribbon at her waist.
The room echoed in silence but for the crackling of a fire.
Stung with anticipation.
She could hear them breathe.
Feel their desire.
Focused on her.
Perhaps she should be afraid.
Instead, she was energized. Titillated. She arched her back, rocked her pelvis, pinched her nipples and cupped her breasts, displaying herself, taunting and aching…
"Mon dieu," said one. "She is ravishing, mon frère."
"Che bella," said another, deeper voice.
It was impossibly erotic, knowing every eye was on her. Every man wanted her. She wetted her forefingers with her tongue, then circled her nipples with them, bringing them, if possible, to even harder points.
Then she trailed them over her breasts, down her belly.
A hand halted hers.
But it wasn't Sam's. "You will feel me inside you before the night is over, bella," said the deep voice. His grip was iron.
A different hand, leaner, slid around her waist, down her ass, the long middle finger slipping between the globes of her flesh and brushing the little puckered hole.
She gasped.
Something cool slid around her throat, trailed down between her breasts, over them, a waterfall of icy metal beads.
Lips covered one nipple. Swirled the beads over her breast with warm, wet heat
.
She thrust her breasts toward them.
And writhed.
"Díos, she is so responsive, amigo," said yet another voice.
Two center strands of beads slid through her pussy lips and up her back.
Her breath hitched. She moaned.
Another click at the back of the light chain around her neck, and the strands tightened, one on each side of her clit.
"Come, ma chère." Again she was drawn forward, one hand covering one breast, a second the other, steadying her again as she rocked on her stilettos.
The slightest motion made the beads massage her clit. Had her shivering with awareness of her pussy and the channel to her asshole, above all else.
Silk wrapped each wrist, and she felt the tug of others who were in control of her hands now.
She had no idea where Sam was. If he was even present.
Of course he was. She smiled, slow and wicked.
Sam loved to watch.
Another tug, and she moved forward. As she walked, every move of the beads stimulated the pearled knot of exquisitely sensitive nerve endings. Unfamiliar hands swept over her ass, brushed her legs, trailed to the insides of her thighs.
She was dizzy with desire, her whole body aching. Hungry.
Suddenly everyone let go. She could feel their body heat depart.
She was blind. Bound. Lost.
The silence went on for a very long time, keeping her every sense alert and prickling.
The air was thick with the musk of males ready to mate. She could smell the tiny drops of semen that signaled their readiness.
The mingled scents made her dizzy.
Then she felt a hot, hard dick against her left thigh. The tip grazed over her mound, and instinctively she turned toward it, longing to take it inside.
As she did, another slid across her ass.
She blindly reached for the first and jutted her ass toward the second. Murmurs of encouragement rose as she bent over and took the first one in her mouth.
Hands gripped her hips.
A hard shaft teased at her pussy from behind, between the beads, the motion shoving her toward the first man's groin.
She sucked him down to the root.
"Christ!" exclaimed one.
"Bella—" groaned another.
She spread her legs for balance, never stopping the sucking, rocking toward the man behind her even as the beads tortured her clit.
At last he plunged deep into her pussy. Her back arched on a scream.
Hand gripped her hair and drew her back down to take the other man into her mouth again.
It was a torturous dance as she licked and sucked while the second man pulled her ass higher and slid right over her G-spot.
But her mouth was too full to scream.
Every nerve ending wound tighter and tighter, dragging her higher and higher until she was spinning, lost in lust, crazed with need—
Then someone knelt in front of her. Licked her clitoris. Suckled her tender tissues.
She moaned against the cock in her mouth.
And helplessly began to come. And come…
Into her mouth jetted hot juices, slick and warm down her throat. Behind her, a man growled and slammed into her, faster and faster—
Then shot hot liquid inside her for what felt like forever.
As her legs collapsed, teeth nipped at her labia—
The world went white with screaming, singing pleasure.
When she returned to consciousness, she was lying on something that felt deliciously soft against her skin.
Hands were rubbing oils over every inch of her flesh…throat and arms, breasts and belly, her legs, her pussy…
Which was deliciously sore.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
She opened her eyes, surprised to find the blindfold gone.
The beads were gone, too. Her bindings had vanished.
The walls rippled with dark ruby draperies, the glow of candles warming the corners. The round platform beneath her was indigo silk, and her skin glowed white against it.
Sam sat beside her where she lay sprawled in decadent languor.
She smiled at him, and he smiled back…
But his gaze smoldered.
And they were not alone.
Three men stood next to the platform—
All were naked.
She took her time examining their different bodies.
"Bella, you come back to us." This, then, was the Italian, built like a gladiator, his musculature as impressive as his equipment. He stroked himself as he watched her, and she knew the taste of him.
But not the feel of him inside her. That, she resolved, needed to be remedied.
"Querida," another dark-haired man drew her attention. He was leaner and not as tall, but his cock was thick and looked delectable. She bit her lip as she watched his shaft grow and harden under her gaze.
And remembered the feel of it pumping into her.
The Spaniard's dark eyes told her he remembered, as well.
The third man winked and slowly licked his generous lips—surely the Frenchman, the one who had used that same tongue to devastating effect on her pussy. He, too, stroked himself from sac to head as he waited.
She shifted her gaze to Sam…the only one who was still clothed.
Sam, the watcher.
The Italian poured more oil into his hands and put his knee on the platform, bending to slather the oil over her breasts with exquisite care.
The Frenchman knelt at her feet and began to massage them. When she thought her eyes might roll back in her head from the pleasure, he lifted her foot and sucked her big toe like a cock.
She nearly fainted.
The Spaniard walked around behind her, his rod bobbing with every step.
Still Sam only observed. "Are you tired?"
Her eyebrows rose. "I'm good." She turned her head, swooping in to capture the Spaniard's dick bobbing beside her, slicking her tongue over the thick head and sucking him into her mouth.
The Spaniard groaned. "Querida…your cunt is beautiful, but your mouth…"
She saw Sam smile and decided it was time for him to feel the heat. To jar him out of his comfort zone.
This was a game, after all.
"Are we done with the master/slave thing for the moment?" she asked him.
He arched an eyebrow. "Do you want to be?"
She felt the tension in the air and licked her lips. "Maybe. I mean, I did my part, right?"
"You certainly did." His mouth curved, lazily amused. "So…no more of that for you?"
She nibbled on her lower lip and surveyed the others. "I didn't say that." Not at all, she thought, and her pussy tightened, just thinking of what else he might have in mind.
She was a little breathless when she spoke again. "But it is my turn…since you're all about the rules."
He chuckled and shook his head. "It is."
Recklessness stirred inside her. "Up for more, gentlemen?"
The atmosphere went electric.
A dangerous madness seized her. She grasped the cock she'd been sucking and treated it to a long, lovely bathing with her tongue. Then, still holding on, she brandished the Spaniard's dick at the man at her feet and rose to her knees, drawing the Frenchman's head forward.
"Dios!" The Spaniard's cock leaped.
The Frenchman's mouth opened and took him in.
A bolt of lightning charged the room.
She held onto the Spaniard's shaft while the Frenchman's lips slid over the thick head. When he pulled back, she moved in and devoured it herself.
They found a rhythm together, two mouths sucking one cock while the Italian's hands roamed over her body.
And Sam watched, his gaze half-lidded, his blue eyes now a glittering black. He smiled. Touched himself.
Liquid heat turned her insides molten.
Oh, just you wait, she thought.
Game on, indeed.
But she played it cool, turning her attenti
on back to her partners. She paused in mid-suck to kiss her fellow cocksucker, tasting the wild thrill of their anticipation. After a lavish tangling of tongues that had her pussy throbbing like a heart, she lowered her head to lick the Spaniard's balls.
His fingers dug into her hair as he groaned.
"You are so fucking wicked," came Sam's whisper in her ear.
"So what do you plan to do about it?" She smirked, brandishing her ass in the air, undulating in invitation while she took a long, slow popsicle lick of the shaft in her hand.
A sudden whistle through the air brought her head up.
Sam stood with a flogger in his hand, slapping it slowly against his palm. "I have an idea or two." He trailed it up her back and over one shoulder. Teased it across her breasts.
"Oh?" She arched her back and preened. "I have a few ideas about what you might like, too." She left the Spaniard and Frenchman to go at each other while she turned to Sam and drew him closer by his waistband.
"Such as?"
"Allow me to demonstrate." She unfastened his belt, then the hook at his waist. She began drawing his zipper down, then stripped his pants and boxers, and licked her way back up his legs.
His warm breath whispered over her breasts and down her belly. "You already know I like you sucking me off."
She shook her head, clucking her tongue as she undid his buttons and drew off his shirt. "Tsk, tsk…no imagination."
One brow arched.
She smiled as she bent and languidly swirled her tongue around the head.
Sam thrust into her mouth, and she took him in deep—
Then she pulled back, grasping the Frenchman's hair and drawing him away from his enthusiastic sucking of the Spaniard's glistening, jutting shaft.
And brought his mouth within inches of Sam's cock.
The room crackled with expectation.
"No." Sam's voice was blade sharp.
"That's…disappointing." She let go of Sam and turned toward Frenchie. Bent to his groin.
The flogger lashed across her ass.
She bolted up straight. "You can't—"
Sam's hand squeezed the stinging flesh, and it was all she could not to moan.
