by Lexi Post
She looked to the doorway as Byron exited the room, but her attention was drawn back to the new man as he turned Beth toward him. He positioned the chair she had used so that Rena now saw it in profile. He fed the chain from Beth’s pussy through the large opening in the back slats and told her to straddle it.
Even as Rena watched, her own pulse increased. She’d never imagined a chain on a pussy, never mind being passed around. Once Beth was settled, the man pulled nipple clamps with individual chains out of his vest pocket and clipped one on each of Beth’s breasts as they hung above the chair back. Rena’s own nipples responded and she glanced down to see them in stark relief against her white tank.
When she glanced up, the man had three chains in his hand all attached to Beth, whose breasts rose and fell rapidly, attesting to her readiness. The man was very serious as he stood back and began to play Beth like an instrument. First, a light tug on her clit that had Beth catching her breath, then a pull to each nipple, making her hips squirm. Rena’s heart raced and her own pussy swelled as Beth began to make small noises in the back of her throat, her head tilting back as she arched her breasts forward over the top of the chair like an offering. When the man lifted a dildo from his pocket that Beth didn’t see, Rena almost moaned, but instead she gripped the chair arms tightly.
His cock was clearly hard in his tight pantaloons when he pulled all three chains taut, and slipped the dildo inside Beth. Her yell caught Rena off guard and at first she thought she was hurt, but Beth’s hips grinding into the dildo and her grip on the chair made it obvious a strong orgasm had hold of her.
Rena was more than ready now. Where was Synn? Didn’t he want to get started because she sure as hell did?
When Beth’s body stopped convulsing and her breathing returned to normal, the man threaded the three chains back through the chair and allowed her to rise. He proceeded to leave the room, the chains held loosely in his hands. Beth followed, her satisfied grin making Rena envious. As she left, Chantal sauntered in, nodding politely to the couple before turning toward Rena.
“Ah ma chérie, I am afraid Synn, he be detained and asked me to get you ready.”
“Ready?”
“Mai oui, for he cannot have his way with you in that chair. Now come.”
Chantal unclasped the restraints and took her hand as if she were a little girl. She led her over to the poles. Oh God. She really would be at his mercy to touch her and take her any way he wished. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel its beat between her legs.
Chantal chattered on. “What beautiful hair you have, but we must put it up so it does not get in the way, oui?”
“I guess.”
“Oui.” In no time Chantal had pulled her hair up and pinned it somehow.
“Ah, you look very sophisticated now, mademoiselle, except the shoes will hurt you.” Chantal bent down and unbuckled each shoe and Rena stepped out of them.
“Now come, stand right here.”
Rena looked to where Chantal pointed and realized she was going to strap her to the poles. Uh-huh. She only agreed to be submissive to Synn. She crossed her arms over her tank top. “I don’t think so. I’m here for Synn and until he is back in this room, I’m not being restrained.”
“Obey her, Rena.” Synn’s deep, husky voice came from the corner of the room completely in shadow. She peered into the darkness until through the red flickering light, she could make out his Hessian boot and a pant leg. He was sitting in a chair, almost completely hidden. How long had he been there? She flushed. Had he watched her watching Beth and her companion? Had he seen her squirm in her chair?
“Rena.” The warning was clear in his voice.
She stepped to where Chantal pointed. Once Chantal was happy with her stance, her feet double shoulder-width apart, the woman restrained her with the leather straps. They were soft and comfortable, a nice surprise.
Chantal peered into the corner. “Above or to the side?”
“The side. I want her wide open to me.” Synn’s voice reverberated through her body. As Chantal strapped in one, then the other wrist, Rena realized it gave her room to hold on to the bars and she did.
When Chantal was done, she stepped aside and waited.
Synn stood and walked into the red light. He had no shirt on and his chest gleamed, the flickering light accenting the shadows between his pectorals and his abdomen, the dark spot on his chest blending. Rena couldn’t help the pure melting in her heart and body. His biceps, so clearly defined, made watching him walk a pleasure.
“Chantal, now the blindfold.”
Chapter Eighteen
Rena’s heart jumped even as Chantal gasped. “Oui?”
“Yes. My woman can handle this. She has vowed to be completely at my mercy.”
Rena swallowed hard as a sizzle of fear and excitement raced up her spine before her view of her handsome master was erased by a pitch-black blindfold that completely engulfed her mask. The second her sight was lost to her, her ears came to attention and for the first time, she heard Synn move across the floor, his silent walk, clear to her straining senses.
He came to a stop behind her. Even if she hadn’t heard him, she would have felt his presence, as attuned to him as she was.
“You are mine.”
Those words, whispered behind her ear, sent a shudder of anticipation through her body.
His voice deepened. “To do with as I please.”
A tingle raced from her ear to her groin.
“For my sexual satisfaction.”
Yes. She was ready to come with his words. She had stumbled upon a true master at the art of bondage.
When Synn’s arm came around her waist and pulled her tight against him, she stumbled a bit, but he held her tight, his naked torso pressing into her back. He nibbled on her ear, sending shivers along her spine and arms.
He spoke against her skin. “Chantal, expose these bountiful breasts for me.”
She heard a noise just before her tank was pulled down beneath her breasts, effectively holding them up like Beth’s corset did hers, except her own were a lot bigger. The air in the room was warm so her bareness did not truly register, but when Synn’s lips found the side of her neck, her left nipple was sucked into someone’s mouth. Instinctually, she pulled back, but Synn was there, holding her in place. Giving her to that mouth.
Uneasy, yet helpless, her senses reacted to the tongue that stroked and circled and the nibbles that left her nipple hard while Synn’s mouth sucked upon her shoulder. It had to be Chantal because as soon as she finished with one breast, she moved to the other. The arousal reminded her of the Delicious Sex Room while sharp pings of pleasure raced from her nipple straight to her pussy and her folds filled with wetness.
Synn continued to hold her, but she could tell he was unbuttoning his pants with his other hand. It was so hard to concentrate with Chantal at her breasts.
Suddenly, Synn and Chantal released her. Rena grasped the bars to hold herself steady. The air in the room brushed her wet skin, sending her thoughts to all those places.
Synn spoke from behind her. “Is she not made to sexually please us, Chantal?”
“Mais oui, Sir Synn. That she is. Such bountiful breasts and tight nipples. I would love to see more.”
Synn stepped up to her back again and wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her flush against him, his hard, naked cock pushing against her lower back. “You will.”
Rena stiffened. What did he mean by that?
Synn’s arm tightened around her waist and his other hand turned her head to the side. His voice was husky, laden with sexual power. “Anything I want, remember?”
Her body responded to him whether her mind wished it to or not, because her pussy clenched at his words. She managed to whisper over her dry throat, “Yes, I remember.”
“Good.” He arched her body back and covered her mouth with his. His tongue sought hers and sucked it into his mouth, dominating her. Fingers in her pussy had her pulling her mouth
from his. “No.”
Synn pulled her face back. “Yes. You will obey. You will let Chantal look, and touch, and taste your pussy until you come. Understand?”
Her breath caught at his last words and her pussy throbbed with anticipation. The idea of a woman below was beyond her, but she trusted Synn and so did her body. Her clit ached. She could stop it right now with the phrase, but she couldn’t even think it. Instead she nodded, then remembered to speak. “Yes.”
As soon as the word was out of her mouth, his tongue was back in and she felt her stretchy red skirt slip up to her waist. Chantal’s fingers were expert as she explored. First, she spread apart each fold tenderly before stroking a finger along Rena’s opening and clit. Rena was thankful that Synn held her against him because the sensations of his dominating kiss, his cock digging into the top of her ass, and Chantal’s fingers, had her knees buckling.
Chantal teased at her pussy opening until she finally slid one finger inside. Rena moaned into Synn’s mouth and his other arm came around her to cup her breast, his hand playing with her hardened nipple even as he ground his hips against her until his cock was snugly between her ass cheeks.
As Chantal slipped two fingers inside, she stroked Rena’s clit with her tongue. Oh God, she had a woman licking her clit while her man held her in place to have it done. Her helplessness fed her excitement. She couldn’t stop her moaning as she gave in to the multitude of sensations. Synn’s cock pressured her ass as Chantal worked magic on her clit and pussy, causing her to tighten.
“Come for me.” Synn’s whispered command slid through her body and ignited her growing orgasm. Her pussy clenched and Synn’s growl against her neck sent her over the edge. Her orgasm shot through her, causing her to gasp for air. Her body shuddered in Synn’s arms and Chantal’s tongue slowed as her insides pulsed.
“Good girl.” Synn’s whispered approval against her ear sent tiny shivers coursing to her clit where it still throbbed. Chantal’s fingers slowly retreated as she stepped away and Rena sighed, but when Synn moved away from her, she grasped the bars once again to hold herself up, for to collapse would leave her arms stretched above her, strapped as they were.
Synn stepped around her, and despite her satisfaction, energy started flowing in anticipation of what he would do next. She focused on listening. A piece of furniture was moved in front of her. Tentatively, she leaned forward an inch and her thighs brushed the item. Would Synn sit on it? She cocked her head for anything that would tell her what would happen next, but her partners seemed intent on silence.
A cup was pressed to her lips. “Come, chérie, you must have some water. You moan a lot, oui?”
She hadn’t noticed, but her throat was dry. Gratefully, she drank as Chantal held the glass. When the woman stepped away, Rena felt Synn before her. His musky cinnamon-spice scent filled her nostrils and calmed, yet excited her. Safe yet unsure was a strange combination of emotions. Though he stood before her, no sound came from him nor did he touch her. What was he doing?
Staring. The realization had her nipples hardening. She pictured his eyes, the blue shards in them bright as he devoured the sight of her body, making her feel sexy, appreciated.
He chuckled. “You were made for me, Rena. Your breasts beg for my touch. Your pussy weeps for my tongue, and your ass dares my cock to enter.”
Instinctually, she clenched her ass. His cock was far larger than the toy he used last week. The phrase to stop their play came to her mind again, but she discarded it. For now.
“Rena.” Synn was directly in front of her, but his tone had gone from demanding to husky.
His hand came to her face and he held her in place as his tongue found hers, his need clear. He ravaged her mouth, desperate to taste her. She strained at the bonds holding her arms aside, wanting to grab his face in return. She gave in to a whimper at her inability to satisfy her need.
He broke away.
She could imagine his smile of triumph at her sound.
“You are ready for me.”
Lord, she was always ready for him if he would just get to it! She felt both hands being unstrapped. They couldn’t be done. She was so revved up. He wouldn’t do that to her, would he?
Before she could worry more, her tank and her skirt were lifted over her head, leaving her naked, and she was bent forward over a piece of padded furniture. It was strangely shaped, for in her new position, her stomach was supported as well as her chest between her breasts, and her head. Her arms were raised beyond her head and strapped down while her ankles remained spread and strapped to the bars. Her breasts hung loosely on either side of the piece between them.
Synn’s breath touched her ear. “Comfortable?”
She adjusted her attention to how the unusual position felt and had to agree, it was comfortable. “Yes.”
“Good.” His voice came from above her. His hand stroked her back as if feeling it for the first time. Despite her position, she relaxed. His other hand joined in as he moved behind her and lightly massaged her muscles. He continued to knead as he cupped her ass and squeezed. Her pussy took notice and a quick tension tugged at her.
Synn’s hands were magic and as he separated her crease, he blew on her anal star. A sharp thread of excitement ran from that spot to her pussy, causing it to clench. He was going to enter her, the ultimate domination of her body. She grasped the padding beneath her hands. Could she do it?
Soft fingers on her clit made her jerk against her bonds.
Chantal spoke from below. “It is just me, chérie.”
A cool liquid dripping down her crease brought her attention back to Synn, but Chantal’s magic fingers caused her pussy to release its own slippery moisture.
Synn pressed his large cock along her crease, rubbing the lubricant over her asshole, causing a pleasant friction, relaxing her. The tightening inside her pussy began deep as the heightened sensations on her clit and ass combined and sped to her core together. She held on with her hands as Synn positioned his cock to penetrate her ass.
Without thought, she tensed. The phrase “I want Bryce” sitting on her tongue, but her mind rebelled at saying those words. Synn was too smart.
“Rena. Anything, remember? Chantal loving your pussy with her mouth, me fucking you from behind, or another man taking you while I watch. You are mine to satiate my every sexual whim.” Synn’s hand came down on her back and pressed. “I will come inside your beautiful ass and you will allow me to. Relax.”
Something in the deep timbre of his voice communicated surrender to her body, and she gave herself up to the ministrations of her lover and his friend.
Chantal’s lips teased her clit, building a deep need that Rena doubted could be satisfied, but she focused on letting go, allowing them to use her in whatever way they wished. Her body welcomed their stimulation, opening to the surrender. Her mind begged them to fuck her both ways, take their pleasure on her.
As the fire built in her pussy, Synn pushed his cock inside, opening her. She gasped at the intrusion and the shocking spurt of excitement that flowed against her clit. He did not go farther, allowing her body to grow used to him, but the tension inside burned hot. Chantal’s tongue stroked and circled, adding to that first shocking erotic pleasure. Finally, Synn pressed forward slowly, the sensations colliding in her pussy until he was completely buried.
His. The word flowed through her, signaling her body to be taken as Synn wished. She wanted it. She moved in invitation to his lack of movement and his hand came down and grabbed her hips, holding her still. “Don’t.” His gasped word made it clear how much he was holding back and despite the growing orgasm in her, she focused on his labored breaths. She was doing this to him. She was the one with the power. Only she could set him free. The realization struck hard. “Synn, take me. Please.”
It was a request, pure and simple from the submissive, but it gave them what they both wanted.
Synn growled so deep it sounded like an earthquake, but he moved, pulling out and pushing
in. The tension doubled inside her. New, firing pulses of feeling sucked her into a rising vortex of excitement that grew stronger with every push. Chantal’s finger continued to tease, but two more slipped inside her pussy and met Synn inside her.
Her body tensed. Her clit hummed as her pussy tightened and a new feeling from her ass swept her up into the stars. She screamed her release into the room, grasping the padding hard. Synn’s thrusts kept her in a netherland of pure sexual completion until he yelled himself.
As he slowed, she melted. Every muscle in her body fatigued, her limbs, useless.
Chantal moved out from under her and unstrapped her wrists from the padded furniture. Rena didn’t move.
Synn slowly removed his cock from her. She remained where she was.
Chantal’s gentle fingers took off the blindfold, but Rena didn’t have the energy to open her eyes. Her body felt complete. She could happily sleep right where she was.
But Synn wouldn’t allow it. He pulled her up against his hard body and held her as Chantal released her ankles. He kissed her shoulder. “You are bloody perfect.”
She smiled through her tiredness and let Synn place her on a wingback chair. When he walked away, she opened her eyes. The red-lit room was dim, allowing her eyes to adjust quickly. Synn was nowhere to be seen, but Chantal stood before her with a wet hand towel. “Here, mon ami. It is warm.”
Somehow she found the strength to grasp the warm wet cloth. “How can this be warm?”
Chantal moved to a sideboard where a bottle of wine sat. “The Delicious Sex Room. Where else?”
Ah yes, how could she forget that wonderful hot bath? Finally, with some energy returning, she stood and washed herself clean. Chantal took the hand towel and gave her a glass of wine. “This will return your blood to the right places, oui?”
Her knowing smirk had Rena grinning. “Oui.”
