The Dungeon Fantasy Club

by Anya Summers

  Master Nate was smaller than his compatriot but no way less enticing with midnight hair, an angular jaw, and vibrant blue eyes that reminded her of the waters surrounding the Bahamas. He was leaner and taut with, Christ almighty, eight pack abdominals. Nate crowded into her personal space on the couch while Dax pressed into her with his big body.

  Nate held her attention as he traced a calloused finger above her cleavage and she shivered. He obviously thought her body's response was an invitation and pressed closer. She didn't mind his touch. It stirred her desire but that need paled in comparison to Will's scorching fire. Kat had these stud muffins eager to bring her pleasure. Dammit, most subs would break out the streamers and kazoos at attracting such plentiful, handsome bounty. Except, for Kat, it wasn't Nate's touch she craved.

  Kat desired Will above all else. She wished it were Will's finger, hand, or any other part of him stroking her, enticing her body. And unfortunately for her, that just wasn't realistic.

  If Will wanted more from her, he would have called. She was lying to herself. He wasn't coming for her tonight—or any other night, for that matter. In her experience, Kat had learned that sometimes the show must go on, even if your heart wasn't in it. And the quickest way for her to move on, to erase the most pleasurable night of her life from her memory and expel Will from her soul, might just be with the cowboy beefcake duo. "Kat. My name is Kat, and I—"

  "Already have other plans for the evening. If you don't mind, gentlemen, my sub and I need to have a discussion, privately."

  Heat slithered through her body at his voice. He'd called her his sub. Did he mean that? Her bones practically melted at his possessive claiming.

  "You know this joker, darlin'?" Nate nodded toward Will and placed a hand on her knee.

  She finally swiveled her gaze from Master Nate to Will. The possessive façade shrouding Will's visage packed a wallop, made her heart flutter and thump madly in her chest. He was claiming her in front of two Doms. Surely that meant he felt something for her beyond just the physical? And even if he didn't, it was at least a place to start.

  "Yes I do, gentlemen. Master Will is my Dom." Kat watched the effect her words had on Will as pleasure and hunger etched themselves across his face. The rest of the club dulled as she focused on him. There was no contest. As yummylicious as the cowboys were, they didn't hold a candle to Will's striking countenance, nor the intensity of the emotions he stirred within her with merely a glance.

  "Pity. If you should change your mind, it would be our pleasure to show you a grand time." Master Nate tipped his hat, vacating his seat, as did Master Dax. The loss of their warmth barely registered on her internal Richter scale as they stepped around Will with an assessing nod.

  There was just no comparison for her. Dax and Nate were good-looking men. They seemed to be pleasant, considerate Doms, and she bet that having a ménage with them would be an experience for the record books. But they weren't Will, with his larger than life essence. Her body craved his touch, vibrating with need to feel him.

  "I didn't expect to see you tonight, Sir."

  "Come." He held out one of his big hands toward her with a look so intense her belly fluttered and her body shivered at the command.

  Inhaling a deep breath, she placed her hand in his. Victory swam in his gaze as his larger hand clutched hers, sending a livewire of energy sparking through her body. Heat engulfed her. With her gaze trained on his, Kat stood, with his assistance. Will tugged her close, until she stood mere inches from his towering form.

  Heat radiated off his body. Her breath mingled with his. Her body seemed hardwired to acknowledging that he was her Dom, that only he understood exactly what her body needed. He was larger than life, and Kat wanted to rub her body against his and curl into him just like the cat endearment he called her. Will had not stepped up onto the dais. It nearly put them at eye level. Staring into his eyes, she saw the desire he felt churn in their chocolate depths. It called to her on a primitive level. She panted as need pumped in her veins.

  "If you don't want this, speak now or forever hold your peace," Will muttered, only loud enough for her ears.

  "I want this," she breathed, with a sigh that almost choked her. Whatever part of himself he was willing to share with her, even if it was only physical in nature, she'd take it. It was a place to start, at least.

  He scorched her insides with merely a look as he nodded and helped her off the dais. With her hand clamped in his, she trailed behind him to an unoccupied scene area. The black velvet rope cordoned off an area that held a black fuck bench, an armoire, and a wooden bench along the wall. The fuck bench had four black posts about five feet tall, and each had a silver metal ring attached to the top. In the center of the four posts was a padded and adjustable plank.

  "Disrobe," Will ordered. He released her hand and began adjusting the bench for his considerable height.

  "Yes, Sir."

  Kat undid the leather stays of her bodice and was in the process of sliding the dress down her body when he said, "Leave the stockings and heels on."

  Will seemed to admire her choice of club footwear, which made the discomfort of wearing them tenable. As instructed, she removed the leather mini dress and matching leather panties. She was small enough in the breast department, at a B cup, that she could go without a bra, depending upon the outfit. Tonight was just such a night. When she had fully discarded all her clothing to his specification, she assumed the position, standing with her legs spread, arms at her sides, and her head cast down, awaiting his inspection. Liquid fire traveled the length of her veins as her arousal and anticipation of what was to come increased.

  "Very nice. Come." He patted the bench.

  She strode over to him. At the bench, he ordered, "Hold on to me."

  Her hands went to his chest as he lifted her up. The leather was cool under her rear when he set her on it. Then he proceeded to lay her on her back. He secured her wrist cuffs so that her arms were up at a seventy-five-degree angle. He positioned her rear so that the bottom half hung over open air. It also gave clearance for her legs. He fitted a wide leather strap over each individual leg above the knee. Will fastened the top of the strap onto each ring, spreading her legs wide open for his pleasure.

  Then he moved around the bench, leaving her restrained, and collected some items from the small armoire on the side. Will moved back into her line of sight holding a plethora of toys. He set them on either side of her on the bench and then leaned over her, still clad in his leather pants. He pressed his pelvis against hers and she hummed in the back of her throat. Not the discipline she so desperately needed, but it seemed he had quite a lot in mind.

  "Remember, your safeword is red."

  "Yes, Sir."

  And then his lips finally claimed hers. Kat groaned into his mouth. This wasn't a seduction but a greedy assertion of ownership. A stark reminder that he was the only Dom capable of transmuting her senses into a battering ram of provocative delight. She whined when he broke away, then gasped a shuddered moan. His lips created a fiery trail down the line of her neck. Tasting her skin with small flicks of his tongue, he progressed until his mouth reached her breasts. When his lips closed around her right nipple, heat swarmed like a million bees through her system. He swirled his tongue around the tip, flicking it over the pebbled bud. He nipped and lavished the nub until it was distended and throbbing.

  Kat was on fire with every tug, every nip. She strained against her cuffs, arching her back, wanting to give him more of herself. The hulking brute kept her prisoner with his body. When he was satisfied her nipple was puffy and swollen, Will clipped a golden clamp over the protruding bud. Pain thudded and converted into the most exquisite pleasure. And then he did the same with her left breast, sucking and biting at the nipple until it, too, was distended enough for a clamp. Once the clamps were properly affixed he flicked his tongue against both, setting off reverberations of fire deep in her core.

  Will moved further south until his mouth hovered ab
ove her pussy. His lips descended, his hungry gaze trained on her face as he latched onto her sensitive flesh. His tongue swiped at her clit in a series of fast flicks. He rotated and circled the taut bud, driving her mad with desire. Kat moaned uncontrollably as he thrust his tongue inside her sheath. The man knew how to give oral like a champ, and lapped at her like a cat with his cream. He sucked and teased her clit, biting the sensitive flesh. The nub swelled under his ministrations. He thrust his tongue inside in repeated jabs, driving her arousal higher. The urge to thrust her hips, press her mons into his mouth as she sought climax swamped her system.

  "Mmm, you have the best cream, kitty cat," he growled against her pussy.

  At his mercy, she shook her head, trying to clear the passionate daze clouding her vision. Kat felt like she was on a tightrope that could break any minute.

  "Don't come until I give you permission, kitty cat."

  She wailed in frustration. He chuckled darkly against her clit and bit down. Spirals of light ricocheted in her veins. Kat gave herself over to Will. He didn't leave her any choice in the matter.

  And then he added his hands to the mix, and holy moly… Will slipped two fingers inside her pussy while he continued slurping at her clit. He plunged his fingers in and out in rapid sequence.

  "Please, Sir. I can't hold on much longer," she begged.

  As he swiped his tongue across her clit, his fingers were so long and thick, she clenched around them as he hammered them inside her.

  "Come for me, kitty cat," Will commanded, then bit down on her engorged nub while still plunging his fingers in her cunt. The orgasm slammed into her so hard that her mouth dropped open and she wailed her completion. Kat's body trembled, clasping at his fingers as tremors wracked her body. The pinch of the nipple clamps set off a series of corresponding vibrations so that her body felt like it was going up in flames.

  But Will didn't stop the gluttonous torture, adding a third digit, stretching her, preparing her body for his mammoth cock. When he added a fourth finger, Kat's eyes closed at the pleasure pain spiking her system. He hammered her pussy with his fingers, bringing her to the pinnacle of pleasure. And then he withdrew, and she whimpered at the loss so close to another blinding orgasm.

  Will reached for the remaining items he'd placed on either side of her, applying a generous amount of lube to his fingers. When they went to her anus, she trembled. And then he was pushing one lubricated digit inside her tight back channel. Her muscles resisted at first, barely allowing him in to his knuckle.

  "Deep breath for me, kitty cat."

  She inhaled a shaky breath and his finger slid deep. He continued working it inside her tight channel until it glided smoothly in and out before he added a second finger and then a third. Will was relentless, working with her body until he was fucking her ass with as much vigor as he had her pussy. Kat hadn't had anal in forever, and she had forgotten just how intoxicating it could be.

  She whimpered again when he removed his fingers from her ass. Then he picked up the purple butt plug and coated it with more lubrication before inserting it inside her rear. Her tissues resisted the intrusion at first but her rosette relaxed and opened as he thrust the silicone plug until it fit snugly inside her ass. He pressed a button and the plug began vibrating at a high pace, sending shockwaves directly to her pussy.

  Will stood up and situated himself between her legs. Kat shivered involuntarily at the sight as he undid the laces on his leather pants and his erection spilled out. Her body was primed for his invasion. She moaned deep in her throat when he grasped his member with his hand and rubbed the head through her slick folds.

  "Look at me." He growled the command.

  She lifted her gaze, from his cock positioned at her entrance, up over his spectacular chest, until it settled on his face and their gazes clashed. Then he penetrated her, pushing his firm cock inside her dripping sheath. She was tighter because of the plug in her ass. The dual sensation of double penetration sent her body into the stratosphere. Every nerve ending tingled, livewires that set off mini explosions.

  Will gritted his teeth as he rolled his pelvis and plunged further inside her pussy with each stroke. He held his passion in check as he plundered her depths. The size of his cock combined with the plug in her ass grazed the line of agony, but then her body converted the pain into pleasure so intense it stole her breath. Her nipples swelled inside the clamps. Kat started babbling, the feelings were too much. She just needed to come and he wouldn't let her. The sensual torture overwhelmed her. She was about to beg him to stop. The words were on the tip of her tongue when his shaft slid all the way home, touching the lip of her womb. She gasped at the fullness, at the way he stretched her body nearly to breaking point. Never had she felt so complete.

  "Keep your eyes open, kitty cat, or I will stop. I can finish myself off without your pussy clamped around my dick."

  The sadistic bastard would do it, too. She blearily opened her eyes. He waited until she was looking at him before moving again. Guttural mewls erupted from her mouth as he shuttled his length, setting a firm, measured pace. His hands dug into her hips as he thrust. He filled her to the brim as he pistoned his shaft with deep, long strokes, widening her body to the maximum point, and she loved it. Kat adored the feel of his huge member pounding inside her as he rode her hard. A part of her knew that, after experiencing sex with him, she'd never be thoroughly fulfilled by another man. Not when just his sheer size and girth were so overpowering. He rammed his cock harder, and the feel of him stretching her pussy to the edge of pain, combined with vibrations from the plug in her rear, set off a chain reaction in her system.

  "Ahhh," she wailed. Her body clenched and quivered around his length as she exploded in ecstasy. Like 1.21 gigawatts of energy slamming through her system. Her pussy clamped and clenched at him as he withdrew.

  She knew he hadn't reached orgasm yet, and hazily wondered what he planned to do to her next. The butt plug vibrations kept sending her body over the edge as Will moved around her, repositioning her body so that she was on all fours and bound. As her haze subsided, she became more conscious of her surroundings, and heard the distinct sound of slapping flesh and moans.

  Kat lifted her head and opened her eyes as she felt Will position himself once again at her pussy. The sight that greeted her was one for the record books. A curvaceous, brunette sub was restrained on a spanking bench, with her mouth open on a near constant moan. And then Kat saw why: Dax was bent over her back and fucking her into oblivion. She'd witnessed couples scene before, but this one took the cake because, standing in position behind Dax, was Nate. By the look on Dax's handsome face, while he might be sticking it to the sub, Nate was brutally screwing his ass. It was the most erotic sight Kat had ever witnessed.

  "See something you like?" Will's teeth nipped at her ear as he rubbed his bulbous head through her slick folds, making her groan.

  "Yes."

  "Keep your eyes open and watch them as I fuck you."

  She moaned. "Yes, Sir."

  His hands gripped her hips as he penetrated her pussy, slamming his cock inside her with such force she saw stars. And then he did just as he had promised. He fucked her. This was no gentle lovemaking but an eyes-roll-back-in-your-head fucking. He pounded his cock inside her in brutal strokes that hit the lip of her womb. Through it all, Kat kept her heavy lidded eyes trained on the threesome scene. Her gaze connected with Nate's. He gave her a sardonic smile and held her gaze as he pumped his hips against Dax's ass. Will's thrusts inside Kat damn near mimicked Nate's. And Will, the sadistic bastard that he was, chuckled as she mewled. He knew the effect this was having on her body as she clasped at his cock, mindless with need, and so close to the precipice of an amazing, earth-altering climax.

  It was all too much. Kat felt her body unravel as Will jackhammered inside her to the point of brutality. He started to lose control as his thrusts became less steady. He crowded his big body around hers, holding her against him as he rode her. His hands cupped
her breasts. The swollen, bruised nipples pulsed in the clamps. Just as her body splintered around his, Will released the clamps. Blood rushed in rivulets back into her nipples.

  "Ahhh," Kat screamed as she came. Supersonic explosions zinged through her system as her climax jettisoned through her body. Her pussy trembled and her ass quivered. Will slammed inside her cunt and roared his own climax, his brutal digs setting off another series of explosions. She whimpered and wailed. Quakes racked her frame as the orgasm badgered her system into near shut down mode. In the distance, within her glowing aftershock haze, she heard the threesome reach their own set of climaxes—by the sound of their moans.

  It set off another shower of sparks along her back. As she knelt, limply, the only thing that kept her upright were her restraints. Kat felt her consciousness waver.

  She didn't panic because deep down, she knew Will would take care of her.

  Chapter 7

  "And this is where we set up the nursery."

  Ophelia preened a little bit in her mint green maxi dress, with that motherly glow that only accompanied women when they were pregnant. The forest creature theme was adorable, with the muted, calm, subtle tan walls bordered with the theme. There were touches all over, from the white crib and dresser, to the stuffed animals already present.

  "It's precious. You've done a fantastic job with it," Kat said, with the familiar, wistful ache at wondering what it would be like, and whether she would ever get the chance to be a mother.

  "Well, I did have a little help," Ophelia said as they walked back into the kitchen, and winked as Tobias strode in, holding silver bar-b-que tongs like a sword. What was it with men and grilling meat? It was like this rite of passage that they weren't a man until they had mastered the art of grilling meat over an open flame. Kat appreciated their efforts. It was one of her favorite preferences when it came to meat, but she still didn't understand it. It must be a chromosome thing.

  "Sweetness, do you have a dish I can put these burgers on?" Tobias asked.