“No,” Stephen said as he pulled out the knife that Damien had suggested he use and leaned across Krista’s body, putting it in her field of vision.
“Do you see this?” he asked, flipping the knife open to show a sharp blade.
“Yes,” Krista replied as her breath caught in her throat.
“I was told that you have a bit of a thing for knives,” Stephen said as he moved back to the edge of the bed.
Stephen pressed the tip of the knife against the arch of Krista’s foot and dragged it slowly along the skin. She tried to breathe deeply and stay calm, but it felt as if the knife would cut her at any moment.
“You see,” Stephen said. “I, too, have a thing for knives.
Stephen pressed two fingers of his other hand inside Krista’s pussy as he began to move the knife slowly up her ankle.
“So wet,” Stephen said, plunging his fingers in and out as the knife moved higher on Krista’s leg. “You do like knives.”
“I don’t,” Krista said breathlessly. “Knives scare me.”
“That may be true,” Stephen said, “But you like the fear. It makes the blood pulse in your veins doesn’t it?”
“Sometimes,” Krista said, knowing he could feel the evidence in his hand.
“And right now?” Stephen said. “Are you scared?”
“Yes,” Krista responded as her pussy clenched around his fingers. The knife had reached the back of her knee.
“You’re afraid I will cut you?” Stephen said.
“Yes,” Krista whispered. “Either accidentally or on purpose. I’m not sure which, but either seem equally possible at the moment.”
“Good,” Stephen said, dragging the knife up Krista’s thigh. He could feel her pussy throbbing and knew that her body was on fire. If anything would make her come, it would be him fucking her as he teased her with the knife.
“Please,” Krista said. She had no idea what it was she was begging for, but the word escaped her mouth as the knife crawled along the curve of her ass towards her pussy where his fingers were pushing in and out of her.
Stephen laid the blade atop her ass and pulled his fingers from inside her. Krista heard him moving behind her and was surprised to feel his dick against her pussy. Not surprising was the answering flood of liquid that squeezed out at his touch. She wanted him to fuck her while he used the knife to draw her fear. It was crazy and irrational, but her pussy was throbbing and begging to be filled.
“Please what, sub,” Stephen said, stroking his dick and letting the head bump against Krista’s pussy. “Address me properly, if we’re going to play this game.”
“Please Master,” Krista whispered as Stephen sheathed himself inside her.
“Very nice, sub,” Stephen said, stopping when his dick had filled her up. He picked up the knife and pressed the tip carefully against the crack of her ass, dragging it up along the small of her back very gently. He didn’t want to actually cut her, just to use the knife to scare her.
“Oh god,” Krista said, when he pulled out of her suddenly and rammed himself in so deeply, so forcefully, the breath was forced from her lungs, all the while drawing on her back with the tip of the knife. It was building, she could feel it starting.
“You are such a hot little number,” Stephen said, thrusting again. “So passionate. So willing to accept the darkness inside you. I wonder if you would be so hot, so willing if I let this blade pierce your skin?”
“Please no, Master,” Krista said. “Don’t hurt me.”
“Just a tiny cut, Krista,” he said bending down to place the flat of the blade against her cheek as he began to drive his dick in and out of her, faster and faster
“I’ll say my safeword,” Krista said, feeling the pressure build inside her. “I will. Please don’t cut me.”
“You won’t say it,” Stephen said as he pulled sharply on her hair and slammed into her.
“Fuck,” Krista said, feeling the pressure continue to rise.
“I told you that you wouldn’t say it,” Stephen said, putting the edge of the blade against Krista’s lips.
Krista had never actually used her safe word before and she didn’t want to now. But she had to. She had to do it now, or it would be too late and all the will she’d expounded since Damien and Tyler left would be for nothing.
“Lance,” she whispered against the blade, wincing as it nicked her bottom lip. When she spoke the word, the orgasm that had seemed impossible to stop disappeared. Her body relaxed and she knew she could stop fighting.
“I can’t believe you said it,” Stephen said, pulling the knife away from her mouth and his cock from inside her. “I didn’t think you would.”
“It was too much,” Krista said, licking the drop of blood that formed on her lip. “The fucking, the knife, you – practically begging to cut me. I couldn’t control it, but I meant what I said. I won’t come again without permission from at least one of my real Masters.”
Stephen pulled his pants up and began to untie Krista’s leg. “A little help? I’ll never get them all undone.”
“I wanted to make sure she couldn’t get free,” Damien said, as he and Tyler walked over and each picked a restraint.
Krista blinked, realizing that Damien and Tyler had come back. Now that they were here and she could talk to them, she realized she had no idea what to say.
“Untie that one, slave,” Stephen said, pointing to the last restraint.
“Yes Master,” Elle said, work on the restraint that was next to her head.
When Krista’s limbs were finally free, she hopped up and ran towards the bathroom, stopping half way there and running back to the bed. She kissed Damien and Tyler both on the cheek, calling over her shoulder on her way back to the bathroom, “I’m so glad you guys came back!”
“At least you know where you’re at on her list of priorities,” Stephen said, laughing. “It could have been worse. She could have waited until after.”
Krista washed her hands in the sink, wondering what was going on. Damien and Tyler were back, obviously. But for what purpose? Was her punishment finished? Were they taking her home? Were they staying?
“There’s only one way to find out,” she said to her reflection in the mirror. “And if you don’t go out there and find out, Heather will call you a bawk, bawk for sure.”
Krista laughed to herself at Heather’s made up name for a chicken. She stepped out of the bathroom. Four pairs of eyes rose to track her movement across the room. Krista suddenly felt self conscious and didn’t know why.
“So…” she said, walking across the floor towards the bed. “what’s up?”
Damien looked at her pointedly. “Is that any way to greet your Master, slut?”
Krista swallowed and went to Damien. She knew what she’d wanted to do since the moment she’d heard their voices and realized they’d come back. It was a little more awkward with everyone staring at her, but this was not a time for thinking.
“Hello Master,” she said, straddling his lap and kissing him passionately on the mouth. She rubbed her naked pussy against the bulge in his pants, moaning as it twitched against her. With great effort, she pulled away, knowing she had another Master still to greet.
“Better slut,” Damien said. “Now Tyler.”
Krista greeted Tyler in the same way. It was interesting to kiss the two of them back to back. Damien’s kiss was hard, his teeth biting, as he sucked at her mouth. Tyler’s softer, but no less intense.
“Hello Krista,” Tyler said when she pulled away and stood up.
“We left you here because you were a very bad slut,” Damien said.
“Yes Master, I was,” Krista said. “And I am very, very sorry.”
“You should be,” Damien said. “Several hours in which we could have been enjoying each other have been lost as a result of your disobedience. In addition, Stephen and Elle sacrificed a large portion of their evening. Luckily for you, Stephen spoke on your behalf or the punishment would have lasted much longer.
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bsp; “He did?” Krista asked, surprised.
“He did,” Damien said. “He told us what you said, about needing our permission and that he couldn’t break you.”
“So we decided to test you and your resolve,” Tyler said. “Damien already knew of your penchant for blades and suggested Stephen add one to his already skillful repertoire. We wanted to see if it would push you over the edge, especially since you thought we had left you here and had no reason not to just go with it.
“You mean you guys didn’t leave me here?” Krista asked, looking up at Damien, eyes full of hope. “You were here the whole time.”
“Krista, you are important – to both of us,” Tyler said. “We would never put you in real danger.”
“Of course not,” Damien said, pulling her into his arms and stroking her hair.
“Damien and I watched,” Tyler said. “We watched as the knife did everything Damien said it would, watched your body wind tighter and tighter. I don’t think I was even breathing when your orgasm became eminent. I could see it happening, even though you didn’t want it. Then nothing – you spoke your safeword and before Stephen even stopped, your body released everything that had been building. It just dissipated as the word left your mouth. I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“I trust there will be no further need for a punishment of this severity any time soon?” Damien said.
“No Master,” Krista said.
Damien stroked Krista’s cheek. He couldn’t even begin to explain how moved he was that her safe word truly was his name. Sure, Tyler had told him that it was, but it hadn’t really registered until he’d heard the word fall from her lips and seen it’s effect on her body. Knowing that she had thought about him to that extent, months after their encounter gave him hope.
“Just as you deserved punishment for disobedience,” Damien said. “So too do you deserve a reward for good behavior. Tyler and I agree, that your behavior has been beyond anything we could have hoped. What would you have?”
“I would have Elle, for a night, if her Master agrees,” Krista said. “To do with as I wish in one of these back rooms.”
“Stephen?” Tyler asked.
“Done,” Stephen said. “Although, I reserve the right to request the same of your lovely sub – that she spend a night with me, to do with as I wish.”
“Agreed,” Tyler and Damien answered in unison.
“Good,” Stephen said. “Tyler, you have my information. Call me to set it up. Come along slave. It’s late and I’m ready to have you to myself for awhile.”
Krista pulled away from Damien. She ran up to Stephen and kissed him on the mouth. “Thanks for everything tonight, Stephen. I will look forward to our night together.”
Stephen kissed her back, reaching up to pinch one of her nipples. As Krista’s moan vibrated through his mouth, he released her.
“You’re welcome sub,” Stephen said. “Although the next time we meet, you will not be calling me by my name.”
“I know,” Krista said, stepping away. She reached out to grab Elle’s wrist, pulling the girl into her arms. “I have plans for you slave,” she said, lowering her mouth to Elle’s breast. She licked a small area, before closing her mouth around it and biting down. Elle, moaned and Krista felt her pussy once again begin to throb. After a moment she released Elle, leaving a dark red imprint of her teeth in the flesh.
“I cannot wait, Mistress,” Elle said.
“Thank you for tonight, too.” Krista said, kissing her softly on the mouth.
“It was my pleasure, Mistress,” Elle said, lifting a hand to her mouth. She touched the wetness Krista left behind on her lips and sucked the finger into her mouth, her eyes, in a daze.
“Let’s go, slave,” Stephen said, pulling her by the arm out of the room.
Chapter 24
Krista stood in front of the door, watching as Stephen and Elle left. Damien wondered what she was thinking as she turned to face them. He’d watched her kiss Stephen and Elle passionately and was surprised to find none of his usual jealousy. Instead, his cock pulsed in his pants.
Damien walked up to Krista and ran his fingers through her hair, closing them into a fist around the silky strands. His other arm wrapped around her, coming to rest on her ass. With an inpatient groan, he leaned forward and claimed her mouth, able to wait no longer. As Krista responded, opening her mouth to him, he snaked his hand down the crack of her ass, stroking the puckered opening.
He’d promised her earlier that evening that he was going to wreck her hole before the night was over and he intended to keep his promise. If he had to share her with Tyler, he wanted to actually share her. Taking turns was not something he was interested in.
“Where were we, slut?” he asked her as he released her mouth. A quick motion, bent her over so he could push his fingers inside her dripping pussy. She moaned in enjoyment and he continued.
“Here Master,” Krista replied. “Definitely here.”
“Did you enjoy Stephen fucking your slut holes tonight? Using you?” Damien asked as he pulled his fingers from Krista’s pussy and pushed them slowly into the opening of her ass.
“Oh god,” Krista said as his fingers opened her asshole, slipping inside. “Yes Master,” she responded to his question. “It was exciting, not knowing who he was the first time and the knife the second.”
As Damien pulled his fingers out of her ass, Krista felt chills snake up her spine. Goosebumps covered her skin as she leaned back against his hand, pushing the fingers back inside. To think six months ago, she’d never even considered having anal sex and now, she didn’t seem to be able to live without it. There was something about feeling the muscles stretch and release that made her crazy.
“I think we should have a party, Tyler,” Damien said as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her. “We should strip this slut, tie her to a rack in the middle of the floor and blindfold her next to a big bowl of condoms. Then anyone who wants can fuck her and she’ll never know who it is. You’d like that wouldn’t you slut,” Damien said, adding a third finger to her ass. “To be the sole entertainment for the party, all the guests taking turns fucking your pretty pussy and this hot ass.”
“God, yes,” Krista replied, shuddering at his words. Krista concentrated on the way he felt, moving in and out of her as she imagined what he said. The mental picture had her moaning as pussy cream dripped onto her thighs.
“Or maybe,” Tyler said, removing his clothes as he walked over to join in the fun, “we would have you on your knees by the front door, to greet all the guests by swallowing their cocks or sucking their slits as they come in. Then we can make a big production of stripping you naked and chaining you in the middle of the room to be fucked.”
Krista’s pussy was having a fit as the two men tossed ideas back and forth, each one making her hornier than the last. Even if they never had the party, the idea was turning her into a lust-filled pile of mush.
“Yeah, I like that idea,” Damien said, “what do you think, slut?”
“As long as you and Tyler go first,” Krista said, “leaving your come dripping out of my holes so they know who I belong to.”
“That’s a good idea, slut,” Damien said, slapping his hand against her ass. He reached down and grabbed her by the hair, pulling until she wasn’t bent over anymore. Standing in front of her was Tyler, completely naked. His dick stood straight out and seemed to be calling her. “Tyler wants to play too, slut. He’s been very patient, letting us have our fun together. Go show your appreciation.”
Damien pulled his fingers from Krista’s ass and pushed her in Tyler’s direction. As she dropped to her knees, sucking Tyler’s dick deep into her throat, Damien dispensed with his own clothes. He looked over at Tyler who had thrown his head back in ecstasy as Krista moaned around his cock. Stroking his own erection, he walked over to them and grabbed Krista by the hair again. He began moving her up and down on Tyler’s dick, forcing it all the way into her throat.
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Swallow his cock, slut,” Damien said. “Show him how thankful we are for a chance to be together like this.”
“Oh fuck,” Tyler said as Krista swallowed around his cock in her throat, making it convulse around him. She moaned, sending vibrations pulsing through his dick. Her technique was better than any girl he had ever met. Unfortunately, this was not how he wanted to come. He wanted to be fucking her.
“Enough,” Tyler said, pulling his dick from Krista’s mouth. He met Damien’s eyes and knew they understood each other.
“That’s for Tyler,” Damien said, handing Krista a condom. “He thinks it’s long past time that we filled you up with cock.”
Krista tore open the small square package with her teeth, and removed the latex circle. She reached out and grabbed Tyler’s dick, sucking it into her mouth several times before unrolling the condom around it.
“Good job, slut,” Damien said, pulling her to her feet. He walked over to a large, vertical, contraption, dragging her with him. It was a sturdy, wooden rectangle with shackles on the top and ropes on the sides. There was a step stool underneath so she could reach the shackles. Krista’s pussy throbbed as she realized what Damien meant. Finally, her fantasy was going to come true with two of the sexiest, most commanding men she had ever known.
Krista climbed the steps, putting her wrists into the shackles as Damien latched them securely. She was surprised to find that they were lined with something soft, but figured it was probably a good thing, since all her weight would be focused on her wrists when the step stool was pulled away.
Damien kicked the stool, leaving Krista breathless as her weight suddenly came down and her shoulders stretched. Her pussy was on fire as he leaned over to whisper softly in her ear.
“We are going to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name, slut,” Damien said, spreading Krista’s legs.
“Oh god, yes Master!” Krista said. She felt her ankle constrict as Tyler tied a restraint tightly around her leg, holding it in place.
“Use you until there’s nothing left,” Damien whispered.
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