by Anya Summers
The sweet smell of sex, the sounds of slapping flesh, mingled with groans of ecstasy, ignited her blood. The scenery, the imagery of the erotic and taboo, did little to help her resolve. Kara caught sight of her host and hostess mid-scene. Zoey was strapped onto a spanking bench, facing the crowd as Declan used a paddle. Tears streamed down Zoey's face, her visage awash with pleasure, mewling noises erupting from her lips each time Declan brought the paddle against her bare bottom. Kara recognized that look, the mindless pleasure of being so far gone there was nothing else.
"See something you like, pet?" Chase nibbled her earlobe, making shivers race along her spine.
Shock radiated through her as the sexy butler, Jared, joined Declan and Zoey in the scene room. The sensual butler held his member in front of Zoey's mouth. With a little prompting, he nudged her mouth open, sliding his penis between her lips at the same time as her fiancé entered her from behind. Kara noticed Zoey's eyes damn near roll back at the unbridled desire swamping her body.
Kara felt herself pant as the scene unfolded. Declan and Jared were pumping their hips in rapid succession; Zoey wailed around Jared's length shuttling in and out of her mouth, she was so lost in her passion. Then Kara imagined it was her on the bench with Zeke and Chase pleasuring her that way. It made her ache and throb. She noticed her body shook with the force of her desire. She was so turned on it scared her silly. In a moment of panic, her anxiety and fear made Kara jerk away from Zeke and Chase, then backtrack her footsteps like the hounds of hell were after her. She fled toward the elevator. Kara didn't want to see any more, didn't want to be tempted by Zeke and Chase anymore.
The guys caught her before she reached the elevator. She whimpered under her breath at being denied her escape. Zeke restrained her with his iron grip. Chase laid a hand against her back, ensuring there was a continuous connection between the three of them. Kara glanced up into Zeke's blue eyes; her mouth moved, attempting to protest against their hands on her, but no sound was forthcoming. Her fear and anxiety silenced the words before she could utter them. They ushered her down the hall to one of the few rooms still available, and entered. Chase closed the door behind them and pressed a button on the wall. The midnight curtains automatically shrouded the room in privacy.
There wasn't much to this room. The floor was padded with black mats. There was a metal stockade kneeler, and an armoire. Zeke tipped her face up to meet his gaze as Chase joined them. Chase was on her right side while Zeke was on her left. Chase's arm snaked around her back, pulling her side up against him, and an electric current sparked at the touch.
"Say you don't want this, Kara, and we will take you back to your room," Zeke commanded, closing the distance between them so that she was enclosed with their embrace.
At their nearness, heat scorched the connection between her, Zeke, and Chase. Like a live wire, it was palpable. She could taste the anticipation in the air, the expectancy that saying yes to their scandalous proposition would forever alter her in ways she couldn't possibly imagine. As much as her rational mind knew that proceeding and giving in to temptation was a bad idea, her body craved what it wanted, and her body desired them on a level that defied all reason.
"Yes, I want this," she sighed, letting go of the internal struggle that had plagued her since the airport. Chase traced a circle around her right breast, teasing the nipple with feather light strokes.
Zeke threaded his long fingers through her hair at her capitulation; his lips caught hers in a drugging kiss. Chase's fingers pushed aside the material of her barely there dress and bra, cupping her breast firmly. The feel of his hand against her skin with no barrier between them made her gasp at the exquisite pleasure. His hands were calloused from all his woodworking and construction, and just a little rough. Chase kneaded the mound of flesh and her nipple puckered under his palm. Zeke released her lips slowly, his teeth grazing against her bottom lip.
Chase turned her head, stealing a hot kiss of his own while Zeke slid her dress and bra completely off her shoulders, cupping her other breast. Chase pulled back and she glanced between the two. She'd never been so turned on in her life and they had barely touched her, yet. Her belly quivered in delicious anticipation.
"There's no backing out now, understood?" Zeke stated. The blatant hunger in his gaze almost brought her to her knees.
Kara nodded, her mouth suddenly dry.
"Good. You will call us Master or Sir when we give you permission to speak. Your safeword is 'frog', use it, Kara, if you need it. There are two of us, so if something hurts or feels wrong you need to say so. Okay?"
"Yes, Master," she replied, sliding back into the habit on a barely conscious level.
"Good, pet. Don't worry, you are about to experience pleasure like you never have before, that's a promise." Zeke reclaimed her lips, unleashing his carefully checked desire, holding nothing back, just as she felt Chase's mouth close around her nipple.
She moaned into Zeke's mouth at the delicious sensation as she arched her back toward Chase's hungry mouth as he greedily sucked on her areola, lashing his tongue across the peak. Zeke tasted her, thrusting his tongue inside her depths, mimicking what she knew was to come later. She started to lift her arms; she wanted to touch them now that she'd decided to wade right into the threesome with no further speculation. This was her fantasy brought to life and she wanted to enjoy it for all it was worth.
"Keep your arms at your side, pet," Chase ordered, biting her nipple. Pleasure-pain jolted through her body to her quaking sex.
"Yes, Master," she moaned.
Zeke trailed kisses over her collarbone before heading south to her unoccupied breast. Her head fell back and she groaned open mouthed at the feel of both of them sucking on her breasts. Had she ever experienced such divine pleasure? Her partners' hands stroked her body, everywhere they touched she felt flames lick her skin as they divested her of her dress and bra entirely until she stood in nothing but a swath of black lace and heels.
"Good god, pet, you're magnificent." Chase placed a kiss on her belly, and then drew her black lace panties off with his teeth.
Zeke's hand delved between her legs the moment her sex was bared. His long fingers caressed her labia, his thumb circled her clit. All the while, his lips never left her breast as he sucked hard on the areola. Then he inserted two digits inside her quivering heat.
"Ah, Master." She gasped at the glorious feel of his fingers thrusting hard inside her vagina. This wasn't the gentle, almost demure finger fucking from earlier. Then Chase latched his mouth around her clitoris. He sucked on the nub like a child with a sugar cube. The dual assault of Zeke's jackhammer thrusts and Chase's vigorous sucking made the climax barrel into her, leaving her breathless. Her knees shook, her body clenched around Zeke's hand, and she fought to remain upright as her body uncoiled.
They didn't stop, only changed positions so that it was Chase's thicker fingers thrusting inside her pussy and Zeke sucking on the tight nub of her clitoris. Why had she even thought to fight this? Every nip and tug of Zeke's mouth, every sure thrust of Chase's fingers were little slices of heaven, and the night had only just begun. If Kara feared anything, it was what she would do after being with them.
"Sweet mercy, ah, ah, oh my!" she whimpered, as Zeke added two fingers to her pussy along with Chase's. The combo of four fingers stretched the walls of her pussy in an almost painful fashion, making her ride a thin line between pleasure and pain. When her next orgasm hit her system, her knees gave out from the intensity as waves of pleasure bombarded her frame. Chase caught her before she bonelessly slid onto the floor.
"I've got you, pet." Chase scooped her up and carried her over to the metal stockade. He positioned her in the metal contraption and removed her heels as he did so. The stockade was designed so that she was on all fours, with restraints for her neck, hands, and feet. In this position she would be completely exposed and open to their pleasure. She shivered as the cool metal slid around her skin and fear momentary blasted her body when the
final restraint was latched. She couldn't move, couldn't do anything but take what Zeke and Chase sought to give her. Her belly quivered, anticipation lacing her veins.
The guys moved around behind her. She heard zippers being lowered and the scrape of leather as it slid against skin. And then they came into her line of sight. From the angle in which she was positioned, Kara could watch Chase, in all his naked glory; pad barefoot over to the armoire. His back was powerfully muscled, his rear was taut and rock hard. She wanted to nibble on his ass. He withdrew a long metal pole, lube, and two items in plastic packages she couldn't discern.
Zeke joined him at the armoire; his back just as powerful and honed as he withdrew a black leather flogger. Her body throbbed and she bit her lip to contain her groan. How well Zeke knew her, knew after one spanking, that she enjoyed being disciplined. Her body yearned for the sharp sting of the lash. She panted as her desire spiked. When Chase turned, her breath caught in her throat. His penis was circled at the base by a silver cock ring that was connected to the leather strip attached to his harness. There was a secondary ring that surrounded his balls similar to a clamp. When he moved, the harness pulled on his dick and balls. His hard, erect shaft made her mouth water; the smooth head and burly length were perfectly formed.
Zeke's member was just as stunning, longer and slightly leaner than Chase's, it bobbed slightly as he walked into her line of sight and knelt in front of her.
"I'm going to flog you, Kara, while Chase prepares you for double penetration. Use your safeword if you need to, all right?" Zeke ordered, his gaze filled with warmth and desire.
She licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. "Yes, Master."
Zeke kissed her, a gentle tangle of lips and teeth before he relented and stood, shifting to her side and out of her line of vision.
Chase's hands were there then, behind her, on her ass, parting the globes. He lathered the entrance to her anus with lube. He inserted a finger coated with more lube, thrusting it past her tight ring of muscles. Then Kara felt her back hole being stretched as he removed his finger and inserted a cylindrical shaped plug. She gasped and sputtered, breaths coming out in short pants as he worked it inside her back channel. Her eyes stung at the pressure of the plug. It had been years since she had had anyone fuck her back there. As he was thrusting the plug in and out, stretching her until it was firmly lodged past the tight ring of muscle, Zeke began using the flogger.
The feel of soft leather as it lashed against her skin had her groaning. The bite and sting of the strands marked her skin, made warmth pool in her belly. Zeke was exceedingly skilled with the flogger. He knew precisely how to land a blow, turning her cheeks rosy, which ignited a fire in her rear. He struck blows over her bottom and along her spine. The snap of leather against her flesh—her body bowed. Then Kara began to anticipate each strike, almost leaning into the lash. Meanwhile Chase caressed her clitoris, running his fingers in circles around the tiny nub, eliciting sparks of pleasure in her vagina that thudded against the plug. Then Chase thrust a dildo inside her pussy. Her hands closed into fists at the intrusion.
"Oh, god," she wailed. Chase set a brutal pace as he fucked her with the dildo. Her ass throbbed and clenched in time with her pussy. Her back and butt were on fire as Zeke relentlessly flogged her. Higher and higher she spiraled, her world had boiled down to these two men and all the pleasure they planned to wring from her body. Her moaning was visceral and unending as her body tightened in on itself.
The strands of the flogger whacked against the plug. Kara screamed as she came apart, her climax a stunning bright light as her body trembled and clenched, she saw stars behind her closed lids. Her hips bucked against the vigorous thrusting of the dildo until the walls of her pussy ceased clenching. She sagged against the stockade in a haze of floaty pleasure.
Chase withdrew the dildo and butt plug and she groaned at the sudden empty feeling, while Zeke undid her restraints on the stockade. Zeke gently lifted her and she hissed at the stinging burn of her back as his arms held her. He kissed her the way she'd always believed a woman should be kissed. He kissed her like there was no one and nothing else in the world he would rather be doing than having his lips moving against hers, his tongue seeking entrance to taste her mouth and swallow her moans into his soul. She met his lips, tangling her tongue with his in a scorching duel. She wanted more; she wanted everything they could give her. Kara was amazed at how right the experience felt, like a puzzle piece that had been missing in her life had finally clicked into place. And all because she had said yes.
Zeke set her down gently, leading her over to Chase, who was reclining on his back on the black mat that he'd covered with a blanket. Zeke guided her, helping her kneel and positioning her until she was straddling Chase's hips.
"Hey, gorgeous." Chase grinned as he helped Zeke position her so that the tip of his Chase's penis was at the entrance to her pussy. Chase's low growl stopped her from attempting to lower herself onto his shaft. Even though she'd just had one of the best orgasms of her life, her body had sprung back to life at the feel of him at her entrance.
"Master, please," she whined. Her body wanted him inside her now; she didn't want to wait any longer.
Then Zeke moved behind her. He knelt and straddled them both, his long cock nudged up against her back channel. Zeke bent her forward until her breasts smooshed against the firm planes of Chase's chest. And then they both were burrowing their cocks inside her.
"Ahh, ah, ah," she gasped, her breath shuddering from her lungs. They were so enormous; she could feel them stretching her. Her nails dug into Chase's firm shoulder. It was too much, they were too big. Her body trembled and shook as she held onto Chase.
"Deep breaths, gorgeous. You're doing beautifully." Chase captured her lips in a torrid mingling of lips, drugging her with his tantalizing mouth, thrusting his tongue inside and re-igniting the flames of desire. Her body relaxed, the muscles loosened and allowed Zeke to slide the full length of his cock inside her ass to the hilt. The over-full feeling subsided and was replaced with the most startling ecstasy. Her partners' cocks were snug inside her pussy and ass, making her whole body throb lustfully. As one, Zeke and Chase began to thrust their pelvis in tandem. When one withdrew, the other plunged his hips, pounding his firm length into her depths and vice-versa. In, out, repeatedly. Chase's grunts as he buried himself in her pussy with firm shoves were driving her wild. Zeke dug his fingers into her hips, holding her steady as he reamed her back channel with short, fast strokes.
Kara was on another planet, one that was wanton and needy, where she only wanted them to keep fucking her. Mewling sounds erupted from her lips as they increased the tempo and started both fucking her together, hammering their cocks inside her at the same time. She didn't know where one of them ended and the other began, nor did she care. She only wanted them to keep on fucking her.
Whimpering guttural noises erupted from her mouth as they changed the pace, thrashing inside her with rigorous, swift strokes. Her pussy squeezed around Chase's cock trying to draw him deeper. Her ass clasped at Zeke. She gripped Chase's shoulders and hung on. In, out, plunge, withdraw, her guys were fucking her into oblivion.
She ground her pelvis, meeting their forceful thrusts. Inflamed by her desire, she felt their cocks lengthen, and their movements become more forceful as their orgasms neared. Zeke came first, his cock jerked inside her ass, hot jets of seed erupting in her back channel, and his deep voice trumpeted his release in a loud roar. She combusted, her ass quivered, pulsating around Zeke's cock as he continued pounding her ass, her pussy quaked and shuddered, clutching around Chase's length, setting off his climax and he erupted inside her; his moans a symphony to her ears. Zeke and Chase kept thrusting until the last ripples from their orgasms subsided.
Kara lay with her face nestled in Chase's shoulder near the base of his neck. Her limbs were weightless from her multitude of climaxes. She only moved when prompted as Zeke withdrew his member from her back channel and helped lift he
r up off Chase. She groaned as her muscles rebelled at the movement.
Zeke eased her down onto the blanket. She lay in a glorious afterglow haze, as Zeke and Chase cleaned up the room. Chase wiped away the traces of semen on her thighs and any remaining lubricant with a warm wash cloth. The men dressed and then Chase wrapped her in the blanket while Zeke retrieved her clothing from the floor where it had been discarded.
They carried her out of the Dungeon Fantasy Club and took her to her bedroom, where they disrobed and joined her in her bed. Kara snuggled into Zeke's chest, feeling Chase cuddled against her backside.
As she drifted off, her only thought was: a girl could get used to this.
Chapter 6
Kara woke on a moan.
Her eyes shot open and the sight that greeted her was one she'd never expected, and more erotic than she could imagine. Chase's lips were latched over one of her nipples as he happily lapped at the rigid peak, while Zeke's golden head was nestled between her splayed thighs. His blue eyes blazed as his gaze met hers. His tongue wreaked havoc as it stroked her body into a frenetic glow of desire, lashing against her clitoris and then spearing inside her vagina in a series of rapid thrusts.
Kara came before she was even fully awake, her body shuddering as she wailed.
Zeke rose up like a hedonistic god, his chin dripping her juices, and then he was sinking his rigid cock into her pussy. He held her legs open so that his hands were positioned just above her knees, her calves rested against his biceps as his hips pumped his stiff member inside her tight channel. He canted his pelvis at just the right angle so that his erection rubbed against her g-spot. He kept changing his pace, setting her on a glorious roller coaster ride of pleasure. He'd thrust in rapid succession, then slow his strokes to forceful thrusts where she felt like he would split her in two, but the brutal thrusts felt so damn good, and then he would switch it up again so that his lunges were sure and steady. And all the while he studied her reactions, discovering what drove her wild and pushed her near the edge of blinding ecstasy. With every sure thrust, Zeke was forging a deeper connection that went beyond the physical, and Kara felt a shift inside her soul as a door she had closed long ago, cracked open.
