by Mayburn, Ann
"Mhmm, lovely." Blondie sighed. "Pet, gag and shackle her."
The statement startled Lalita and she looked up with wide eyes. Diana grabbed her hand and said in a soft whisper, "Lower your gaze."
Nodding, she tried to keep her gaze on the floor. The pommel horse was lowered to her height and she found herself bent over it with leather straps binding her outspread wrists to the handles at the top. The cool air brushed over her exposed bottom and she shivered.
Soft hands stroked her cheeks and the smell of expensive perfume washed over her. Blondie's wife whispered into her ear, "Lalita, my name is Diana." A small red rubber ball appeared in front of her face. "My mistress is going to gag you. Since you won't be able to say your safe word, I'm going to put this ball in your hand. If it becomes too much, drop the ball and we'll stop."
"Thank you," Lalita whispered and tried to choke back a moan as Blondie's large hands ran over her exposed bottom.
Soft lips brushed her cheek as Diana whispered, "Too bad your masters won't share. I'd love to play with you." Before Lalita could think of the right answer, a white silk gag was placed in her mouth and tied behind her head. The wad of silk quickly grew damp and she found it actually helped relieve some of her tension to bite on it.
Small hands clasped her latex-clad ankles and bound them to the metal rods at the base of the pommel horse. Her chin rested on the edge of the horse and she turned her head to the side with her eyes still closed. The crowd's murmurs washed over her and she relaxed into it.
There was no panic in her heart, no unease. She knew mere steps away, Asher and Kent watched her. The thought of them stroking each other as they looked on made her pussy clench.
A warm breath brushed over her ear and Blondie said, "What are you thinking about that has your lovely cunt so wet? Your inner thighs are shiny with your cream."
Unable to answer, she turned her head and tried to make out the shapes of her men beyond the glare of the spotlight. Somewhere in that darkness Asher and Kent watched, and she could almost feel their gaze.
"Ahh, your men." Blondie stroked her cheek. "Then let's give them something to dream about." Her heels clicked on the floor as she sashayed to stand in front of Lalita.
"This naughty little girl has been forbidden her release by her masters. Shall we test her resolve?" Something rang in front of her face and she had brief glimpse of a clamp with a silver bell and beads at the end. Closing her eyes again, she shifted beneath the weight of the crowd's gaze.
The crowd roared and cheered while she shivered. Anticipation mixed with arousal to the point where she rubbed herself against the horse. The crinoline of her skirt scratched against her but brought no relief to her aching flesh.
"Hips still!" Blondie yelled and slapped her ass hard enough to bring her head up.
Gripping her hands into fists, she tried to comply. It felt so good, the hot pain radiating from her bottom to the wet heat between her legs.
Strong fingers traced up her inner thigh and tore a small hole in her fishnet over her mound. Trying to arch her back, she offered herself to the touch, knowing what the sight would do to her men.
The fingers paused for a moment to run lightly over her clit before sliding over her panties and parting her labia. Somewhat exposed, she screamed as a smooth clamp was attached to the hood of her clit. She gripped the small rubber ball hard enough to turn her knuckles white.
"I could roast a marshmallow off the heat of her pussy," Blondie said with a hint of real hunger in her voice. She grabbed Lalita's hips and shook them gently back and forth. To Lalita's astonishment, the hood of her clit rubbed against her as the little weight at the end of the clamp swayed with the movement of her hips. Her moan of despair was loud enough to be heard behind the gag. How in the world was she supposed to keep from coming when it felt like someone was tugging on her clit?
"You're so wet," a rough voice whispered in her ear. Blondie dropped the feminine falsetto and spoke in her true voice. "How I would love to sink my cock into that beautiful cunt. Since I can't have you, your little bottom is going to have to pay the price. Open your eyes."
Lalita complied and tried to focus on the white object in front of her. Blinking, she realized it was a long and thin white leather cane. It slid out of the line of her sight and down her back. Panting behind the gag, she waited for what seemed like an eternity. Every second that went by made her more anxious until her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.
The first stinging lash of the cane had her jerking against her bonds. While it was just a tap, and nowhere near Blondie's full strength, it still stung. With that sharp movement, the bell between her legs chimed and she wanted to weep. There was no way she would be able to last.
Another lash brought forth an answering moan. It felt so good. Overwhelming and decadent. The whole of her world became the chiming of the bell between her legs and the smack of the crop against her bottom. Blondie worked the cane up and down her thighs and ass, hitting hard enough to sting but not doing any actual damage.
Lalita sagged against the horse, letting the shackles at her hands and feet support her weight. A heavy kind of relaxation came over her mind, lulling her despite the pain. The world began to blur around the edges, to focus down to the building heat of her body.
Harsh grunts were torn from her mouth with every hit, and shudders made the bell ring. What did she look like? How were her men responding to this? Could she hope that in the future they would be the ones wielding the cane?
"Soothe her," Blondie said in a rough sigh. Big hands smoothed over her back as Blondie leaned her elbow next to her head on the horse. Forcing her eyes open, Lalita tried to focus on her, and gasped at the feeling of a warm tongue running along her bottom through the fishnet.
After the pulse-rushing pain, the sensation of that gentle tongue came close to undoing her.
Blondie watched her carefully. "Do you like that? Do you enjoy the rasp of my wife's talented tongue on your flesh? She is very, very good at what she does." Leaning closer, Blondie whispered into her ear, "Just imagine, the tiniest fraction of space between your sloppy cunt and her mouth. What would it feel like … those soft lips sucking on you."
She tried to buck her pussy into Diana's mouth, and Blondie laughed. The redhead removed her torturous tongue and Blondie said, "Oh dear, we do have a bratty little sub here."
Lalita cried against the pommel. She would give anything, anything at all for the feeling of her men's cocks in her. The pain of her denied release stripped her of all dignity and she writhed and pulled against her bonds.
The laughter and chatter of the crowd washed over her as well as a few calls for mercy on her behalf. Dimly, a voice cut through the crowd as a group of people passed nearby. Lifting her head to try to see, the voice came again, closer now.
"Have the yacht ready by two p.m. tomorrow," Rashid said into a cell phone. "We need to be on the outskirts of the river but close enough to record it. I don't want us too close or we'll get hit by the fallout if the wind is wrong."
There, passing them now with a smirk and heading toward the exit. Instead of the dark-haired man she expected with a name like Rashid, he was a tall and very thin white man with thinning brown hair. She couldn't make out his face, or the face of the blonde woman in a black latex dress with a headband that looked oddly like floppy dog ears. Another man followed them and slapped the blonde woman's ass. He would be easy to remember. He wore what looked like a navy blue pinstripe suit made of latex.
It took a great amount of effort to surface past the throbbing pleasure of their play and the trigger. Opening her hand, she dropped the red ball and tried to convey with her eyes that she had something important to tell them.
Patting her bottom like one would pat a skittish horse, Blondie said, "Gentle now, little sub. Let the pain carry you away." Blondie passed in front of her and curtsied to the audience. "I hope we've inspired you tonight. Remember, denial is good for the soul."
Laughter and applause
rang over her, but she couldn’t care less. She could smell Asher and Kent before she saw them, and their clever fingers ran over her exposed bottom, probing and seeking the indentations from the cane through her fishnet stockings.
Diana leaned over her and whispered while she freed her wrists, "Can you hear me?" With her lower lip trembling, Lalita nodded. "Poor thing, I know how amazing and shattering Blondie can be, and you're just a baby. We're going to take you in back now. I need you to come up a bit." She placed a gentle kiss on Lalita’s sweaty temple. "Your masters are here, and they're worried about you. Come back to us so you can reassure them." The gag was removed from her mouth and she stretched out her jaw.
Those words penetrated the heavy fog around her wits and she regained a small portion of her thinking mind. Her men were worried about her. They needed her. For them, she would try to clear her head.
Taking a deep breath, she shivered as her feet were released and she had to stand on her own. Her knees buckled, and Kent caught her. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.
"Yes." Another shudder made her quake in his arms. "I saw Rashid."
"Where?" Kent brought Asher closer to them.
"He left with his puppy and another man who sounded kinda familiar." Closing her eyes, she tried to remember what he said. "He was talking into a cell phone and he said the yacht had to be ready by five … or was it two p.m. tomorrow. That it had to be close to the … to the…" A tremble shook her voice. "I can't remember the rest of what he said."
Asher smoothed a hand down her arm. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll recall what he said when you come back to yourself."
Blondie swayed over to stand in front of them and snapped open her fan in a coquettish gesture. "I doubt they were here alone. Unless you want to tip their friends off, I suggest we move this happy reunion elsewhere."
Closing her eyes, Lalita buried her face against Kent's chest and tried to bite at the skin beneath the leather.
Asher said from behind them, "Can we keep the bell?"
There was the sound of whispering and a deep chuckle as Blondie replied, "Only if you let my wife remove it with her mouth."
The room beyond her eyelids darkened for a moment, and when she opened them again they were in a long hallway lined with red silk wallpaper and carved wood panels. Blondie turned in front of them, the slightest hint of nerves in her smile. "Here we are. Take a moment to peek into the rooms with open doors. They invite others to watch their play. Who knows what you'll see or hear?"
The double meaning of her words sunk into Lalita's mind. Nodding, she slipped out of Kent's arms and almost went to her knees again as the bell tugged at her clit.
She went to remove it, and Asher held her hands still. "Keep it on, focus past it." His lips brushed hers in a very tender kiss that left her panting. "Use it as an excuse to walk slowly."
With each press of her thighs, the little bell tugged and moved like clever fingers. The first door they passed held an older man and woman dripping wax onto a young man's chest. Not them.
More closed doors and voices that didn't remind her of anyone.
The next room held a woman suspended by the ceiling by a complex series of red and black ropes. She listened for a moment--not them.
There were only two rooms left. One was empty and the other had a closed door. Pretending to be overcome, which wasn't far from the truth, she leaned her head against the wall and listened. Nothing but silence from inside. Disappointment mixed with anticipation. She had done her job, now it was time for her reward.
Humidity washed out of the doorway as Blondie flicked on the lights of a comfortable room with deep bronze walls. The source of the moisture bubbled at the back of the room. A large and deep hot tub hummed and whirled. Surrounded by potted plants and stacks of towels, Lalita noted the shackles, with enough chain to reach the tub, attached to the wall behind it.
Blondie's wife caught her staring and grinned. "Stainless steel, no rust."
Asher gathered Lalita into his arms and kissed her forehead, pulling off her mask in an impatient jerk. "Talk later," he said with a snarl in his voice and shoved her against the wall, his hands stroking her. His enthusiasm for her made her giggle, but the laughter died in her throat as she read the hunger in his eyes. Asher spun her around, pinning her arms behind her back as Kent nuzzled her neck. "One of us has to contact the Sanjit and let him know what happened." Neither man made a move to release her.
Kent bit at her pulse, and she went weak between them. Pushing them back, she stumbled against the wall. "He was a very tall and thin white man. Thinning brown hair. I couldn't see anything of the woman, except she wore some floppy dog ears. Other man wore a latex suit." A shudder ripped through her body as Kent rearranged his erection in his leather pants, his eyes hot and intense behind his mask.
Blondie and his wife headed for the door. "We'll go take a look at the security tapes of the front door. But one of you will have to contact the Sanjit. You can use my wife's office."
Diana added, "I have a good idea of who the puppy is. She's one of my fans on my website and always brags about the slaves her master captures and sells. I thought her stories were just harmless fantasy…" Her voice cracked and Blondie pulled her into his arms and kissed her forehead. "If she's with the anarchists, then it's all too possible that those fantasies are real. I'll get in touch with her tonight. She's been begging to meet with me and my mistress while she's in town."
"Good," Asher murmured and ran his hands over the exposed top of Lalita's breasts. Kent didn't even acknowledge that Diana spoke. He was too intent on giving her a world-class love bite.
"Gentlemen," Blondie said in a deeper voice. "We really need to attend to our responsibilities."
Once again, neither man moved away from her. They stared at each other, each waiting for the other to speak first. Lalita went very still. This was exactly what she was afraid of, jealousy that could tear them apart before they even had a chance to really get started.
"Oh, for pity's sake," Blondie said with a huff. "Ménages with two Dominants are always so dramatic." She bent down, removed her sparkly gold high heel, and retrieved a coin from inside. Seeing their puzzled looks, she flushed slightly behind her makeup. "Penny in your shoe for luck."
Asher and Kent relaxed slightly as they shared a laugh. Lalita remained still, not wanting to draw attention to herself and hoping they wouldn't ask her to choose between them. That would be unfair and she would resent them for making her be the one that hurt feelings.
"Heads or tails."
"You expect us to flip a coin over it?" Kent said with a chuckle. His tone was light and his lips curled in a smile, but his blue eyes held no warmth behind his mask.
"Yes. We don't have time for a pissing contest. You all can work it out however you want to in the future, but for right now this will do."
"Heads," Asher said.
Kent nodded. "Tails."
Blondie flipped the coin with the professional toss of an umpire. "Heads."
Kent's shoulders sagged, but he returned Asher's hug and the men whispered to each other and shared a soft kiss. Asher smirked as Kent walked away, and Lalita felt another pang of worry darting through her desire.
"Ahh young love," Blondie said with a melodramatic sigh while hugging her wife. "Lock the door after us. We'll do three knocks, pause, and one knock to enter."
Kent gave her one last look and his jaw clenched while his hands tightened into fists. Asher shut the door after them, turning the lock.
A look of desire bordering on violence burned in his dark eyes, and Lalita took a step back against the wall. If she didn't know that he loved her, she would be very, very scared right now.
Chapter Eleven
Asher's clothes hit the floor and he stalked across the humid room toward her with his mask still on. Without preamble, he pushed Lalita onto the floor on her hands and knees, ripping her fishnet stockings wide open and jerking aside her thong. No words were said, only harsh breaths that made her
shiver with their intensity. He wanted her as badly as she wanted him. The thought had her arching toward him with a grateful sigh.
"This is going to sting," he said in a soft voice as his fingers stroked the bell attached to her hood. Before she could question him he removed the clasp and blood rushed back into the sensitive skin of her clitoris. She screamed and bucked against his hand as he wet his finger with her cream and stroked her clit. The throbbing of pain merged in with the ache of denied orgasm until she was just a ball of need. She widened her knees, and whimpered as she pushed her ass back against him.
He moved away from her for a moment, and she looked over her shoulder to watch him sheath his hard cock in a condom. When he met her gaze the wicked smile he gave her sped her pulse and made her knees weak.
"Look at the floor," he said in a rough voice.
A moment later the heat of his body pressed against her and he slid his cock between her wet labia, rubbing back and forth until she thought she would go insane. The tip of his cock brushed against her entrance and they both groaned. Even that brief sensation was too much and her arms gave out, leaving her with her face pressed to the carpet. He held her hips, running his fingers over the welt marks from the cane. "Beautiful."
Slowly, he pushed himself into her, filling the ache and giving her body something to wrap around. That one deep push had her shuddering. She wiggled against him. "Don't help," he groaned out. "Your pussy is so hot and tight, I won't be able to last long."
The edge of desperation in his voice made her wiggle even more. She wanted it, wanted him to come, and wanted to make him lose control. A big hand slapped her bottom, the welts stinging in response. The pain tore a cry from her throat and she bucked against him. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her so only his grip and his cock kept her anchored to the floor.
