Unconsciously, her thumbs and fingers plucked her nipples harder.
A strange sound, like the whirring of wheels came from behind her. She didn’t dare rise up to peer over the top of the lounge. Mondo still held her in place with his implacable face.
But slowly, Jackson, still dressed, rolled a large wooden cross into view. She wasn’t completely clueless about dungeon furnishings. The St. Andrew’s cross was formed with well oiled and smoothed wood. Black Velcro cuffs hung from short chains on the upper arms of the cross. Metal lips to stand on with Velcro closings to hold ankles secure were at the bottom.
Marti swallowed hard. “The neighbors must have loved seeing that roll through the door.”
“We brought it in a piece at a time and constructed it here. No one who isn’t in the scene will guess,” Mondo said in an uninflected voice. “Come to me.”
She sought Jackson’s gaze. He gave her slow wink, and although she detected tension in his jaw, she knew he was all right with this. So she swung her legs to the ground and pushed upward, walking with a sedate glide to her steps, even though inside her heart was beating fast as a humming bird’s wings.
Mondo’s hands were sure, his demeanor businesslike as he helped her into the footholds and strapped her ankles and hands to the cross. “The parts are moveable,” he said. “We can tilt you backward, splay your legs wider. We have control.”
She nodded her understanding. “This something you’ve all done before?” She didn’t look at Jackson, although his answer was the only one that mattered.
“We’ve all played,” Jackson said from somewhere behind her. “But I haven’t since I met you. There was no need. It’s not really my thing.”
She relaxed a little, hearing that. Tonight was an anomaly in their relationship. Playtime. “I’m glad. I like what we have, Jackson.”
“Afraid you’ll be marrying a freak?” Mondo said, his mouth curving in a hard smile.
“No, I just like what Jackson and I have.”
“It’s enough.”
She shook her head. “That makes it sound mundane. It’s not.”
He turned toward Jackson. “Sounds like your lady’s well-satisfied.” Again, his steady glance fell on her. “So why the list, hon?”
“Jackson and I have already been over this.”
“Not good enough. He roped us into this. We’re part of it now. We have a right to know why you’re putting our friend through the ringer.”
Marti bristled. She wasn’t very good at obeying. Especially not when a man was being an overbearing jerk. “Did you tie me to this thing to interrogate me or to fuck me?”
“Patience, little girl. We’ll get there.” He cupped his fingers and curled them twice. A signal to Gus. “She needs reassurance we intend to use her.”
Gus grinned and sauntered away, his hard ass flexing with every step.
She couldn’t help it—she had to look.
Mondo cleared his throat. “Am I boring you?”
She turned back, and gave him a baleful glance. Mondo was worse than a pit bull with a toy. He wasn’t going to stop until her had her all chewed up. “No, but what did you want to know?”
“Why the list?”
“I didn’t think he’d go through with it. Not in a million years. I wrote it because I was…angry. Scared. He asked me something—”
“He wants to marry you. Is Jackson really that scary?”
Her gaze fell away. “I wasn’t ready for the question.”
“You’d never discussed the subject before?”
“In a roundabout way. He knew I wasn’t ready.”
“Do you think he’ll hurt you? Cheat on you.”
She shook her head. “Never.”
“Are you afraid you will?”
“No. Despite what’s happening now, I don’t really want anyone but Jackson.”
Mondo nodded. “Next time he asks, don’t give him a kneejerk answer.”
Marti swallowed and replied meekly. “Okay.”
Gus returned with something cupped inside his hand. Mondo stood aside, and Gus knelt between her feet. She craned to look down. His gaze mocked her as he bent toward her pussy and slid his tongue between her folds and fluttered it, tickling her clit, then leaning back. “I owe you,” he murmured. “Best blowjob ever.” His thick fingers parted her, tugging open her outer lips.
Marti groaned, enraptured as he pressed his nose, chin and mouth between her legs and rolled his face in her wetness. His eyes closed. He tunneled his tongue into her, swirled his lips, suckled her folds…slowly driving her crazy with the changeups. It was frustrating, because every time the tension built, he changed his tactic. The twinkle in his eyes said he knew exactly what he was about.
She was so aroused, she barely noted when a hand touched her bottom, sliding behind her to caress one cheek then the other.
There was no ignoring the fingertip that stoked the length of her divide. “Jesus,” she gasped, tensing head to toe.
A pinch stung one cheek, making her jerk. “Relax your cheeks,” Mondo said. “Let me touch you there.”
She shook her head. “I’m good.”
Laughter, low and dirty, sounded from behind her. Another pinch, this one harder, had her gritting her teeth to keep from crying out. “That hurt.”
“Do as I say. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“What? Being naked while four men watch another man eat you out?”
“No…yes. Dammit. You are not putting your finger there.”
“Oh, but I am.”
“Who does that?” Never mind Jackson had, but he was her boyfriend.
“Me. The sooner you let me, the sooner I’ll let Gus bring you to orgasm.”
Gus shook his head, which rubbed his whiskered cheeks against her inner thighs and burrowed his face deeper in her pussy. His mouth was right there…
“Give yourself to us,” Mondo said, his voice soft, seductively masculine. “There will only be pleasure. I swear.”
She hung her head and closed her eyes, breathing deeply to slow the quickening flutter of her heartbeats. Mondo’s finger trailed up her backside again, and she relented. Relaxing her cheeks, allowing his palms to spread her buttocks.
A fingertip, this one lubed, touched her sensitive rosette, rubbing gel around the small hole then pushing. Mondo bit her ear, then whispered. “Let me inside.”
A shudder racked her body. Her breasts hardened, the tips tightening. Gus suckled her labia, tugging with his lips. Lord, she wanted his mouth to draw on her clit and make her come, but she knew Mondo would never allow it. Not until she gave in.
“All right,” she whispered back. “Do it.”
His finger probed again, and this time she concentrated on keeping the ring relaxed despite the burning intrusion. His finger burrowed and swirled. Her sphincter clamped around it, but he was already inside.
“Was that so bad?”
She gasped. “No.”
“If I bend you over that lounger, would you let me have your ass?”
She shook her head. “Jackson. I told Jackson he could do it first.”
“First?” Mondo laughed. “We’ll see about that.”
He pulled his fingers free, then two teased her hole while Gus continued to torture her with broad laps that only served to engorge her bare pussy.
“I’m going to push two fingers inside you. Will you take me?”
Her thighs trembled, and she was glad for her restraints because her knees would have buckled. Deep in her core, tension was winding, tighter and tighter. She knew what they all looked like, the three of them crowded around the cross while the others watched. It wasn’t a scene she’d ever thought she’d star in.
His fingers left. Something smoother rubbed against her asshole, then pushed inside. She glanced down to see that one of Gus’s hands was between her legs, pushing something inside her.
“It’s a plug, sweetheart,” Mondo said. “I want that in you
r ass. You have to keep it there.”
“Getting it up might be a problem,” she ground out as the plug widened. Her tender hole burned.
“Just a little more,” Gus said, his voice muffled, because he was still there, head between her legs, peering up.
“Close your eyes!”
“Why? Your asshole’s pretty.”
She rolled her eyes. “It’s no such thing.”
One corner of his mouth kicked up. “I’m just gonna give this a little twist, screw it in.”
“Breathe,” Mondo said beside her ear.
“Oooh,” she moaned as her ass burned. “I don’t like this.”
“You don’t like me,” Mondo whispered. “Not right now, do you?”
She turned her head to lock gazes with him. “I can’t believe I didn’t know you were such a control freak.”
“Only about some things.”
The plug twisted, swirling in gel, then pushed upward. When the base narrowed, she let out the breath she’d been holding as the burning relented.
“That stays inside until I say so.”
“Whatever,” she muttered.
Her irritation was all show, and the gleam in his dark eyes said he knew it, maybe even relished the challenge. But so did she. Just the slight narrowing of his eyes as he stared made her nipples ache.
Mondo shook his head and tsked. “Gus, I don’t think she deserves an orgasm.”
Gus groaned and settled back on his haunches. His face gleamed with her juices, his lips were swollen. He placed his hands on his thighs and looked up to Mondo, who came around her side.
Mondo held out his hand.
Beau slapped a wand with a long strands of rawhide against his palm.
“Oh no,” she said, stiffening. The plug began to ease out of her and she tightened around it, unwilling to eject it in front of the group.
Mondo moved directly in front of her. He trailed the tail of the flogger over his erect cock then raised his arm.
Flick-flick-flick. Across her abdomen. The strands didn’t sting, but still made her skin jump. He flicked again, this time against her inner thighs. Then he rubbed the leather into the moisture glazing her pussy. The end of the wand pushed against her lips, and she tensed, thinking he meant to impale her with it, but the wand fell away again.
“Jackson told us how much he loves your breasts. How responsive they are.”
Her nipples tingled at just the mention. She licked her lips and gave him a glare, because she knew where the next flicks would land.
Anticipation made her body grow rigid, her hands curling into fists. Her breaths deepened and she leaned away from the cross, fighting her restraints.
His hand shot out and whipped back. The flanges stroked one nipple. A sharp, slicing glance that had her hissing between her teeth. This blow had stung—but in a delicious way. Fire burned the nipple, causing it to draw tighter. He flicked the other, and this time, she let out a short cry.
“I didn’t mean to do that,” she whispered. “I was just surprised.”
“Sure you were,” Mondo said, his tone a seductive murmur. “Shall I surprise you some more?”
Marti blew a breath between her lips, meeting his gaze. He knew perfectly well how aroused she was. Fluid dripped down one thigh. Her nipples were spiked, the areolas puckered. Her whole chest and belly quivered. She had to know what it was like. How close to orgasm he could bring her with the caress and sting of his flogger.
“More,” she whispered. She leaned back, resting her head against the smooth wood and watched as he stroked her with calculated whispers of leather that left her skin pink and her woman’s core elated.
From the corner of her eye, she watched Jackson’s expression. The tightness of his jaw, the burning arousal in his eyes. Was he pleased? Had he expected her to love this?
An upward flick branded her blood-plumped pussy, and she gave a hoarse scream.
“Now, Gus,” Mondo said tossing away the flogger.
Gus fell to his knees in front of her, pulled her clit between his lips and drew hard.
Mondo stood behind Gus, his legs flush against his back as he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth. The two men suckled and lapped, drew hard, then petted her with soothing laps of their tongues until she fought the bindings at her wrists and writhed her body against them, begging silently for release.
A hand cupped her cheek, turning her face. Jackson leaned toward her and took her mouth in a blazing kiss, his tongue thrusting deep, his mouth consuming hers.
Gus and Mondo, in unison, drew hard on her nipple and her clit, Gus gripping the base of her erect nub and mouthing it so fervently, she came apart, biting down on Jackson’s tongue. But he didn’t move, didn’t so much as grunt, his gaze locking with hers as she swayed and shuddered through her orgasm.
Velcro scratched, and suddenly her limp arms fell. She sagged forward, but Jackson caught her against his chest,
Her head fell back. “Jesus,” she breathed.
He kissed her mouth hard then bent to lift her in his arms. “Catch your breath, baby, we’re not done yet.”
Chapter Eight
As Jackson held her, she laid her cheek against his shoulder. Scuffling footsteps sounded around them, but she didn’t care. Right now, she needed to remember how to breathe.
At last the sounds died. She lifted her head, bumping against Jackson’s jaw, but he only chuckled. When she glanced around, she nearly had a heart attack. Mondo sat on the chaise, his back against the pillows, stroking his cloaked cock and watching her with his dark, steady gaze.
She shook her head. But that only made him smile. Then he lifted his index finger and pointed toward his cock.
Jackson set her on her feet. Pride had her stiffening her legs and straightening her shoulders. No way was Mondo going to make her whimper.
Shaking back her hair, she stepped toward the lounger.
“Crawl to me,” he said, widening his legs.
“Crawl?” She nearly laughed at the absurdity. What did he think she was? His love slave?
“On your hands and knees. I think you know how.”
“You always this charming? No wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend.”
The men around her chuckled, but a muscle along Mondo’s jaw flexed.
Had she hit a nerve? Why the fuck did she feel guilty? The thought had her edging a knee onto the chaise, but she hesitated bending to place her hands there too.
“Crawl,” he repeated softly. “Is there a problem?”
“My ass’ll be in the air.”
“And the men will all admire it. It’s very pretty.”
“There’s a plug up my butt.”
His eyelids drooped. “Think of it as jewelry,” he murmured sexily.
This time, Marti couldn’t help it. She laughed.
Mondo’s mouth twitched then stretched into a wide smile. “A little too much?”
“Ya think?”
He shrugged, still grinning. “Everyone wants to see the plug. It’ll turn them on. You want them turned on, don’t you?”
“Seriously? I don’t know if I can handle much more.”
“Baby, you will. It’s just one night.” His eyebrows waggled. “You know you want to.”
“I’m such a slut.” She ignored the chuckles from the men and dropped onto her hands, then slid her other knee onto the lounger and crawled between his legs. Her gaze fell upon his cock.
“Lips only.”
She didn’t bother making another fuss at his arrogant command. Who would she be fooling? Already, she salivated for a taste of his thick, dark cock. She licked her lips, then kissed his cock, rubbing her closed mouth over the smooth crown, spreading moisture. Then ducking down, she licked up the side of his shaft, stroking him, lapping under the grooved edge before returning for another root-to-tip swipe.
All the while she wondered who this person was, this wanton who was so eager to please a man she didn’t really know that well. What were the others think
ing? Were they watching her lick Mondo’s dick like an ice cream cone and wishing she’d give them some of the same? The thought of all five of them lined up to receive service made her heart kick into higher gear.
Mondo killed the dream, reaching over to pull the lobes of her ears to remind her who was in charge. He centered her over his cock, then dug in his thumbnails.
She smirked but opened, sinking over him, swallowing him down as far as she could before she gagged, then came back up.
“Deep throat it, baby,” Jackson said from nearer than she’d thought he was. “We all wanna watch.”
His voice was a deep rumble, the tone the same as when they lay in bed snuggling. Wanting to make him proud of her skill, she loosened her jaw and waggled her head, taking Mondo past the back of her throat. She breathed through her nose and dropped lower to force his cock to tunnel into her throat. When her lips met his shaved groin, she was held still by the press of his nails.
“This is a treasure, Jackson,” Mondo said, his voice slightly strained.
Jackson’s grunt was audible, even to her, while blood rushed through her ears as she bent low over Mondo.
Fingers touched her pussy, fingering the edges of her inner folds, then plunged inside her—three, she guessed, by the girth that drove deep into her channel. Excitement had made her throat tighten, and she whimpered, afraid she’d gag and really embarrass herself.
Mondo released her ears, and she came off him, pushing up to glare behind her.
Jackson pulled his hand free then slowly licked his juiced-up fingers. “Straddle him, Marti.”
His voice was so firm and uninflected, she shook her head, feeling suddenly vulnerable, and for the first time entirely naked, body and emotions. Her eyes filled.
“Climb on his cock and then bend over. There’s something you wanted. I’ll give it to you now.”
She gulped hard then turned slowly to face Mondo again. Once again, his hand stroked his rigid cock. He paused, slid a hand beneath the pillows at his back and brought out a foil packet. As he rolled a sheath down his cock, his chest rose and fell in even breaths. How did he manage to remain calm when she was a shivering bundle of nerves?
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