Marcus started with gentle touches of his flogger to Bella’s inner thighs, and Sophia desperately tried to imagine the effect on her skin. He continued to work with delicate movements, but Bella’s inability to be still made the target harder to hit. A sharp warning slap to her bottom left a red imprint, and the unanticipated move caused her to kick.
“Grab the spreader and fasten her ankles, Jack. I don’t think she can stay still, and I don’t want to hurt her,” said Marcus sternly.
Jack eagerly complied and tickled her inner thighs until she opened them further. A long bar was attached to the ankle cuffs and eliminated her ability to kick, but also widened her sex to reveal her swollen clit to the room. The bondage would limit her reaction to the glistening spot between her legs and the small sounds that came from the deepest part of her throat.
Marcus nipped his blue and black flogger from her erect nipples down a meticulous line to meet the erotic dewy softness buried in her channel. Thinly veiled whimpers reflected her growing ache as the intensity behind his touch increased with a demanding insistence. His whip left no marks, but Bella’s short panting breath grew so erotic that Sophia wondered what she was missing to cause the obvious arousal.
Linc spoke quietly. “The mind plays a major role in sex. He starts slowly and keeps her sexual excitement high enough so the blows are never actually perceived as pain. She’s building on her own need. Watch, he’ll start to leave a mark, and Bella will just embrace it.”
Bella wiggled as much as her bondage would allow and low moans replaced her panting breath. With each bite, her muscles tensed and soon a fine layer of perspiration decorated her entire body with a lustrous sheen. Tiny red marks formed only to disappear when he moved onto a new place to torture her.
When he stepped up the force of his snap, the marks decorated her sensitive skin with small pink nips, and Sophia had to fight the urge to touch the results. Jack held no such reservations. He ran his hands over Bella’s body, and she embraced his touch until he landed his hand on her ass without warning. With a cry, the gleaming trickle ran down her leg, and Jack enveloped his wife’s bound body. His quiet whispers earned her subtle smile.
Satisfied with his flogger, Marcus picked up the leather loop. It made no noise when he lashed at her bottom, but Bella’s whimper was followed by a faint red circular imprint that faded quickly. He surrounded her easily to deliver lighter touches on her breasts, but he skillfully avoided her face, stomach, and other places that could cause serious injury.
“Please, I’ll be good…” Bella begged, but she never asked to stop.
Sophia was so lost in the scene that Linc’s question took a moment to register. “Do you want to touch her, Sophia?”
She was speechless but before she could fully process, he wrapped his hand around hers. “Come on, I’ll help,” he murmured gently.
Marcus and Jack looked on with approval as Linc led her gently to Bella’s side and moved her hand toward her shimmering back. “Just rub your hand along here. She’s got a powerful amount of endorphins flowing through her, and she’ll enjoy the touch.”
Sophia desperately wanted to play. Touching Bella’s soft dewy skin would bring the whole scene that much closer to her reality, but the gap between her and a restrained female was just too big. She made a small attempt to back away, but Linc stood firmly behind her and moved her even closer to Bella’s side. “See, it’s easy.”
He stopped short of placing their hands on Bella’s body but nodded gently until she moved the last few inches on her own. Safely nestled under Linc’s hand, she slid her fingertips along Bella’s warm back down toward the smooth curves on her bottom. Bella arched her back in appreciation and another soft moan escaped.
Sophia almost gasped, but her need to explore became too great to stop even after Linc let go. Without speaking, she tentatively moved across Bella’s firm ass, taking her time to explore the red marks from Marcus’ whips. The tiny spots had no raised edges, but Bella wiggled slightly with every touch.
Pleased with her bravery, she prepared to quit when Bella’s breasts moved close to her hand. The glistening skin was too tempting, and without thinking, she touched the side of her plump mound. Bella wiggled her approval as the men faded into a fuzzy corner of her mind, and Bella’s restrained body became her only focus.
She kept her light touch far away from the hardened center of her nipples and watched Bella pant in small gasps. Curiosity defeated the last of her embarrassment, and she took a handful of soft skin. The feeling was so alien, and yet so familiar, that her body shivered in simultaneous need with Bella’s steady whimpers.
Bella’s frustration soon became apparent, and Sophia knew only too well what the edge of a powerful release felt like. She turned to the three men. “One of you had better finish her off before she explodes.”
Jack grinned. He had taken a vibrator from a closet and inserted it between the widened openings of Bella’s legs. Her wetness clearly made the need for any kind of lubricant redundant, and Bella’s eyes closed gratefully at the connection. With slow methodical movement, he moved the toy in and out of her swollen sex and reached deeper inside while she continued her guttural response.
Jack licked and provoked her nipples until they reached his desired firmness while his vibrator worked her core, and the flogger continued to play with her bottom. Sophia’s pussy clenched, and a small spasm formed from a deep spot in her soul. Trained by her dom, she moved her hand between her legs and rubbed her own aching clit.
When the pulsing vibrator finally rested directly on Bella’s clit, the tiny fireball’s need to erupt won. A deep-throated scream filled the room to connect the emotion to her entire audience while she made a desperate, unsuccessful attempt to kick away her restraints. Sophia moaned softly before leaning into Linc’s powerful chest to avoid falling to the floor.
Finally Jack groaned, “That’s enough. I gotta take her.”
Bella appeared confused when Jack released her arms and the spreader bar, but left her hands restrained. Marcus’ whips had left several erotic red marks on her skin, but there was no bruising. Jack added, “Damn, you’re good with that thing. You didn’t wrap her once.”
With her hands still bound, Jack wrapped his tiny wife in a warm, soft blanket and snuggled her firmly into his arms. They disappeared up the stairs while Linc gave Sophia a gentle kiss and followed.
“Is he going with them?” she asked as her emotions continued their slight spin.
Marcus shrugged as he carefully cleaned his equipment. “Maybe. It wouldn’t be the first time.”
Her mind struggled to process the deep scene, but the ache between her legs and the memory of Bella’s soft skin directed her next move. “I want to try,” she demanded softly.
“Are you sure? It’s a pretty big step,” he replied skeptically. “We can work up to this a little slower.”
She sent her own full stare down. “I asked, didn’t I? I’m not fragile. I’m pretty tough.”
He stared for a long second before he smirked. “Yeah. I figured that out the first time I met you. Come on, I’ll fasten you in.”
Her trust in Marcus ran deep, and within minutes she’d slipped out of her clothes and found herself in the same position as Bella. He negotiated quickly with almost identical terms. “You need to be restrained. I don’t want to hurt you, but I am going to fuck you when we’re done here.” He took her nipple in a firm pinch that ironically made her giggle. “Got any problems with that?”
The soft fur-lined cuffs actually provided a gentle comfort as her arms were raised above her head, and the spreader bar opened her wet sex to his inspection. The cool air tantalized her skin and awoke nerve endings across her body. His bondage presented an ironic sense of freedom that she hadn’t expected. Nervous anticipation was inevitable, but the lack of control forced her to abandon all thoughts of school, money, and other stresses in her life. Exposed to his choice, she simply whispered, “Oh, God. This is amazing.”
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he familiar smirk increased her trust even further as he ran his hand approvingly over her back and bottom. “There are a lot of ways to restrain a sub. I’ll show you some more during our next scene.”
Preceded by a soft hiss, the first touch from his whip qualified as a smooth tickle. His wrist remained straight, and his arm moved slowly to deliver light playful taps that simultaneously toyed with the need buried deep in her body. He tickled her inner thighs then moved slowly toward her waiting channel. Several gentle taps on her clit tapered an intensity far more serious than anything his fingers had ever done. The inability to close her legs under his powerful bondage demanded an alternative reaction, and her muscles grew tight.
The tiny strokes shifted to her breasts and the light taps on her nipples hardened them further as her mind and body adjusted to myriad emotions. Her skin continued to tingle long after he’d applied his touch, and she held her breath in a futile attempt to anticipate his next move.
When he picked up speed, the contact remained gentle, but she had no break between sensations as the assault to her sanity continued. With her legs spread wide, his flogger connected across her pussy to ignite her nervous system into a ball of fire, and her brain could only focus on her body’s physical reaction. She didn’t interpret the movement as pain, and her voice sounded distant when she cried out.
Without words or warning, he snapped his wrists and put more force into his arm, but the metamorphosis from tickle to intensity happened slowly, and her skin barely recognized the transition. The sounds of delightful snapping leather replaced the gentle swishes of his earlier torment, but her body welcomed the increased sting as a catharsis to her need.
With nothing else to rule her mind, her brain’s primal inner cortex tied into her nervous system and forced her to one central goal. Her entire focus became one with his touch as waves of anticipation flowed through her body. Her thighs quivered with need, and she fought to find the words to beg him. “I can’t do this. I need to release. Don’t stop.”
The whip continued to torment the lines of her body. Heat generated a fine layer of erotic dew in an attempt to cool her down and even simple speech finally abandoned her. She wanted to beg him to enter her, but the focus on her body finally drained her intellect. Without a voice, she simultaneously whimpered and moaned as the edge drew closer and closer.
Without warning, the tip of his shaft touched her swollen wet pussy, and she realized her eyes had been closed, but she didn’t care. Legs spread wide by the spreader bar, she screamed as he drove inside her. The wet arousal in her channel made his job easy.
He didn’t stop. With his hand behind her back to keep her in place, he took her hard. Tied with his restraints, her emotions spun in circles from his whips. His movements built her need a second time and her release came slower, but she still welcomed it with a scream. He matched her orgasm with a deep moan, and his seed spilled inside her as a badge of honor to their combined efforts.
When they finished, he gently removed the ropes from her cuffs. The ache in her arms matched the ache in her sex, but she was satisfied with her role and waited patiently while he wrapped her in a warm, clean blanket. They cuddled in the big leather reclining chair, while she dozed happily and her body slowly returned to normal. Connected to his presence through his powerful hands, pure contentment filled the void left from her explosive sexual release.
With a delicate touch, he helped her dress, and they wandered to the kitchen to prepare a meal. There was no sign of the others, but a note from Linc on the counter declared his unplanned trip to Jackson with the message not to expect him home that night.
Sophia frowned. “He’s gone to visit that redhead, hasn’t he? I really don’t like her. She’s a scatterbrain.”
“Do you really think tonight is a good time to criticize his choice of a sub? Jack and Kyle have gotten after their wives for trashing her, so watch yourself unless you want me to do the same.” His scowl took some of the wind out of her whine.
She worked to backtrack with a quick move. “I… I wasn’t trying to pick on her. I’m just curious, that’s all. I don’t have a lot of experience with couples, and she doesn’t seem to fit his persona.”
He remained suspicious as he prepared ham and cheese sandwiches on the indoor grill. “Everyone is different and it takes all types to make people happy. Can you imagine how boring the world would be if we were all the same? What about your parents? What were their differences?”
“Honestly, I don’t really remember much, and I don’t even have any pictures of them. I know they were both very young. My mom was only sixteen when she got pregnant. She took off with my dad, and I was born in Gillette. I don’t think their family even knew where they were until the social workers called to say they were dead. There just wasn’t anybody else.”
“Do you remember the accident?”
Under some magical spell, her weeks tucked into Marcus’ firm side surrounded by Cloudcroft’s extended family, the serenity from her gardens, and the connections of their erotic games all twirled together to focus on that single question. She spoke with a confidence she’d never felt. “I was there. I was in the car with them.” Although it was probably in her social services case file back in Gillette, she’d never told anybody that very important detail.
Marcus nodded slowly. “My dad and I were in a bad accident when I was six. He was unconscious when they cut us out, but I still remember all the details.”
Sophia’s memory replayed her own nightmare. “I’m sure I’ve forgotten most of it. My dad was pretty still, and I think he was dead in the car, but my mom spoke to me. She kept telling me that everything was going to be okay. They never let me see her at the hospital so she must have died pretty quickly.” She didn’t add that her mother was wrong. Nothing was ever the same again.
She spoke honestly. “I remember the noise more than anything. I… I was too afraid to speak or even give them my name. There was a fireman who pulled me out of the car. I think he even came to the hospital and stayed while they stitched my head.” As she spoke, her hand moved instinctively to the tiny scar on her forehead.
“You don’t have to worry tonight.” He kissed the spot carefully.
The affirmation kindled her growing comfort to a soft glow. Nowhere in her soul could she find the lonely child that defined her memories. Sometime in the last few magical weeks, her life had turned a mysterious corner demoting the accident firmly to the past. She’d never forget the tragedy that ended her idyllic childhood, but her recognition that an entire future was waiting brought a small smile of contentment.
She cuddled to his side, and Marcus wrapped his giant arms around her. He buried his head into her hair and breathed deeply. They connected as one person for a long minute before he spoke softly. “I love you, Sophia.”
For the first time in her memory, she responded with four powerful words. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Thirteen
Even though most of her nights had been spent with Marcus, she officially moved into his room the next day. With her limited possessions, there were no arguments over closet space, but she drew the line at his collection of antique Playboy magazines. “Sorry… you just have to keep them someplace else, buddy.”
With a competitive sisterly edge between them, Bella continued to provide numerous challenges to their serene family life. The girls spent a great deal of time together, but Cloudcroft’s first little sub was used to getting her own way, and Sophia was clearly becoming less of a victim. Their relationship remained complex as they alternated between bickering and sound friendship.
Bella and Sophia actually took some comfort in their routine, but the estrogen-defined arguments were not easy on the men at Cloudcroft. While the girls argued over the last biscuit at dinner, Marcus complained dryly, “I don’t know if you two realize it, but your squabbling is annoying as hell.”
Sophia ate her prize with a superior grin, while Bella glared. “Well, maybe you just need to make more biscuits
.”
Jack raised his eyebrow to deliver a warning, but Linc grumbled before he could speak. “Maybe I just need to paddle some asses around here and stick you both in a corner.”
“I’m sorry, Bella.” Sophia spoke quickly. “You can have my piece of pie tonight.”
She waited for Bella to offer her own contribution to peace but her petite friend mumbled sarcastically, “Great… just enough time for me to gain a pound before the event this weekend. Thanks a bunch.”
“You’re such a bit—” started Sophia, but a glare from Marcus stopped her quickly. She changed the subject with a contrite smile. “I’m really looking forward to the weekend. Bella says the costume party is a lot of fun.”
Marcus’ evil grin warmed her heart as he cleared the dishes with a quick kiss on her neck that made her giggle. “I’m looking forward to using my whips on you again. Are we still going to try the dungeon this weekend?”
“I loved your whips, and I’m ready to try it downstairs with an audience. I don’t mind other people’s hands either, but… but I still don’t think I want to have sex with anybody except you. Is that okay?”
“How many times do I have to tell you not to ask my permission when we’re negotiating? If that’s what you want, then it’s perfect. There’s a huge variety around here. If one of your hard limits is another guy’s cock, then that’s your call. Just remember not to criticize people who do things you aren’t into. Kink shaming will get you blistered at one of these events… by me.”
His frown was fierce, but she giggled slightly with the added trust that he’d never mark her. She spoke solemnly. “I’ve already seen a lot of things I wouldn’t do. I’ve even seen some things I’d like to unsee, but don’t worry about me. I’ve had a lifetime of walking away from a world I don’t like, and I can handle this too.”
The elaborate costume party had caused a moment of panic over the still dismal state of her wardrobe, and she blamed Bella with a grumble. “I never cared about clothes until I met you. You’re a terrible influence.”
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