by Cerys du Lys
As Adrian landed another powerful stroke onto Marli’s backside, Troy pushed the woman’s head down again and this time she opened her mouth and swallowed his cock. Troy made a groan of satisfaction and gripped Marli’s hair fiercely. A rhythm began. As Adrian slapped and petted Marli, every stroke forced a draw on the thick cock of her second Dom. The blonde man’s own erection seemed to be straining. His slaps became more frenzied, and Troy was gritting his teeth against the pleasure Marli’s mouth was giving him. Adrian suddenly stopped slapping his submissive, turned to face her wet, pink entrance and without pause, slipped effortlessly inside her.
Anna leaned against Mike and tried to convey the arousal she was feeling. Her Dom’s breathing was steady, but the way his hand gripped Anna’s hip was tight and firm. She wished they were alone. Mike’s eyes were aglow as he watched Adrian’s slow thrusts inside Marli’s sweet passage, along with Troy’s shaking legs. He was close. Anna could see beads of sweat forming on the powerful man’s brow. And she was right. Without warning, Troy swore violently and pushed Marli’s head down so her lipsticked mouth engulfed his whole cock. Anna saw Marli’s throat swallowing, as she took in the whole shaft and Troy came in near silence, spurting into the submissive. Adrian paused in his movements as the climax died and Troy exited the room.
“Chair and dominant men,” he said breathlessly. Marli whipped her hair out of her face and smiled as though there was nothing unusual about standing in the middle of a room, penetrated by one stranger, with the semen of another traced around her lips. The woman in yellow brought a chair and placed in beside the couple. Adrian chose two standing men and they duly striped and stood either side of the copulating pair. Adrian gave one, last, hard thrust inside Marli before withdrawing and seating himself on the chair. In unison, the two new men began slapping Marli’s ass again, making her cry out in pleasure and pain. The taller man ran his hand gently between her legs, wetting his fingers with her juices before slapping her again. Adrian regained some composure and dragged the chair towards the woman and took hold of her hips. The blows stopped and the two men each took hold of one of Marli’s legs and half-carried her towards the chair. Then there was a slight awkward moment, and Anna could see words being exchanged between the four people. Marli was nodding and smiling and after a moment, so were the men.
Anna watched in amazement as one of the new Doms fetched a stool and a bottle of oil. He ran a handful of the liquid between Anna’s legs and paid particular attention to her backside. Anna began to realize what was about to happen.
The shorter of the two men moved Marli aside with a slap to her thigh and leaned over to straddle the seated Adrian on the chair. They sat for a moment, face to face, their cocks touching.
Anna snuggled closer to Mike so her erect nipples brushed his suit jacket. He turned his handsome face to look at her and gave a sideways smile.
“What’s happening?” she whispered into his ear. Mike stroked her face with his free hand and breathed into her own ear. Anna felt her insides quiver in longing.
“She is to be shared,” he said softly. Anna’s eyes widened as she watched Marli thread herself between the two men, so her back was positioned towards Adrian and her face looked demurely into the eyes of one of her new partners. Adrian reached for her buttocks and spread them apart, easing a lubricated finger into side Marli’s anus. The tiny woman bit her lip as Adrian thrust inside her with one, two, three fingers. The two men watching pinched her nipples, causing pain that distracted and pleasured away from Adrian’s movements.
With a careful thrust, Adrian removed his hand and eased Marli backwards, down onto his newly sheathed and blindingly erect cock.
At the same time, the man straddling Adrian positioned his own thick cock so that as the woman was positioned onto one man, her pussy was forced to engulf the new partner at the same time. There was a slight shuffle as the three of them became comfortable, and Marli wriggled with the delight of having two men inside her. Adrian reached around and began tweaking her nipples hard. The shock made her bounce on her lovers, and the two men groaned in pleasure.
Anna wondered why there was a third man, until he moved to a small step-up, and turning Marli’s panting face towards his waiting cock he stuffed her cheeks full with his engorged shaft. As she began to hungrily suck and lick at the organ, her pelvis gyrated on the two men inside of her. Anna felt an incredible desire to exchange places with the woman.
Mike brushed her ear with his nose again. “Time for us to leave,” he said, pulling Anna up to her feet. No one watched them leave, as all eyes were trained on the four participants in the bizarre show. The cool air outside smacked Anna in the face as Mike’s car pulled up. She barely noticed getting into the vehicle.
* * *
“What did you think?” Mike asked as they got into the house.
“That was…” Anna fought to find the words as she stepped out of her shoes. “Interesting…”
“Hmm, interesting?” he replied, throwing his jacket onto the hanger. “That was the world I inhabit when I am not in the public eye,” he looked straight into Anna’s eyes. “Did you like it?”
“Why did you make us leave?” Anna avoided the question.
“Because,” he replied, “you are aroused beyond belief. I assumed that if we stayed any longer, any call made by the gamers would have resulted in you disobeying me and joining the show,” he touched her arm lightly and Anna felt as though it was on fire.
“Did you often join in?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said truthfully. “I was often asked and invited due to my experience. There are some things that change, however,” he reached behind Anna’s neck to unfasten her necklace.
“Like what?” she dared to ask.
“Upstairs,” he said, as if she had not asked. “You have two minutes to prepare yourself,” and he headed into the kitchen. Anna ran upstairs as if her life depended on it. It was true: she was wet and ready and felt as though she would love to be penetrated by the next man who walked in, but that was not all she wanted – she wanted her Dom, her master and Mike Stone. And him alone.
She lifted her dress up and cast it aside, before lying down on her four-poster bed, eager and desperate to touch herself, but she knew it was forbidden during a scene. Luckily, she did not have to wait long.
Naked, erect and with a slight smile, Mike entered the room and dimmed the lights. Anna waited as he walked towards her and, to her surprise, ran a hand gently over her body, from her neck down between her breasts, across the sides of her stomach and down to the wetness between her legs. Anna’s nipples jutted hard out of her firm breasts, begging to be touched. Mike’s handsome face came down and he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently on it. Pleasure ran from her breasts to her pussy and Anna gasped with delight. A scene that did not begin with pain was different from what she was used to, and she welcomed it.
Mike climbed onto the bed and straddled Anna between his naked thighs, drinking in her image. She chanced a smile up at him, and he returned it warmly. Then, he kissed her, and Anna nearly melted. In all of their scenes, Mike’s kisses had been joined with teeth biting her lip, forceful tongue pushing her own out of the way and even hair pulling. But this kiss was different. It was soft and gentle.
Mike let his hands trace down Anna’s quivering body. Her clitoris was enlarged and erect and tingled at his touch. He gently stroked over that same sweet spot until Anna’s pussy was pulsing with expectation and begging his exploring fingers to satisfy her.
Anna was nearing orgasm from Mike’s touch alone, and little cries escaped her lips as his fingers slipped inside of her. She bore down on the pressure he exerted on her g-spot and allowed him to kiss her throat with tenderness unknown before.
“Please,” she said quietly, hoping the pleasure would not stop. And it did not. At her moan of ‘please’, Mike positioned himself between Anna’s legs and slipped inside her. As his hard and large length entered her, Anna felt her climax begin. Mike’s
thrusts were steady and careful and perfectly rhythmic. As he placed a fingertip on Anna’s clitoris, she felt herself give in, and orgasm washed over her. She cried out again and again as Mike’s cock stroked her pulsating g-spot over and over, prolonging her orgasm and exhausting her to the point of tears.
As she opened her wet eyes to stare at her partner, she saw him bite him own lip and gasp as his own climax took hold and he pressed himself so deeply inside her she could feel her cervix move and lift to welcome the intrusion. Then, as the moment passed, Mike rested his damp head on Anna’s breast and silence took over.
“That was… amazing,” she said into the dim light. She felt Mike grin against her bare chest.
“After all I have given you, Anna, you think this was amazing?” he looked up and rested his chin on her chest. “You are a remarkable woman.”
“You called me Anna,” she said, feeling her mouth go dry.
“I did.”
“Then… this wasn’t a scene?”
“I would like to think,” Mike said with a hint of sarcasm, “that I had just made love to you… or have the definitions changed? I must admit, it’s been a long time for me.”
“Made…love?” Anna felt Mike’s soft hands embrace her and looked into the honest eyes of her Dom – eyes that had never hidden anything – not pain or malice or desire and saw the honesty that shone there.
“You passed my final test by going with me to The Club,” he said, kissing her collarbone. “I have lost so many that way, and you did exactly as I asked. You neither joined in nor ran away, and you obeyed everything I said.”
“Because I want only you,” Anna felt tears spring to her eyes. “I want to do everything for you, no matter what it is.”
“You love me, do you, Anna?” he asked her. Anna nodded and felt intense heat rushing into her cheeks and forehead.
“Then I am lucky,” he continued, “that I should not feel this way alone.”
“You… you mean?”
“Yes, Anna, I do.”
Anna squeezed Mike in her arms and they kissed – a relentlessly passionate kiss that lasted until they were short of breath. They lay together in each other’s arms for a while before Mike spoke again.
“You, my love,” he kissed Anna’s nose and rose from the bed to the dark chest of drawers. “You are now everything to me, and I to you.”
Anna laughed as she watched her lover draw out the familiar shaft of the riding crop.
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Prologue
“Mother!” Persephone rolled her eyes and flipped her long, honey-colored hair over her shoulder. “I’m not a child anymore!” She fingered the delicate golden heart dangling on a thin chain between her breasts, frowning as she opened the locket. It contained some magic Hephaestus had forged for her mother, with images of her and Demeter on either side. Persephone didn’t want to seem ungrateful, but this was too much!
Demeter just smiled at her daughter and continued to separate the wheat from the chaff with quick, deft movements. “I know, darling. I just worry about you. Mothers worry. It’s what we do.”
“Don’t you trust me?” Persephone crossed her arms over her chest.
“It’s not you I worry about.” Demeter’s eyes narrowed just slightly as she gazed out the open window into the bright summer sun. “It’s them.”
“Them?” Persephone turned her head to look across the field, not at all recognizing the lurking monsters her mother clearly perceived. She just saw flowers and trees and a world full of brightness and exciting possibility. “Do you mean…men?”
“Men.” The older goddess spat the word, tucking a white-blonde strand of hair behind her ear, leaving golden pieces of wheat there. “They are never to be trusted. Men only want one thing.”
Rolling her eyes again, Persephone went to the window and leaned against the ledge with a sigh. She had heard this lecture too many times to count and knew it by heart. Demeter spoke, but the young goddess didn’t listen. Instead, she stared off into the distance and dreamed about faraway lands, handsome strangers, and daring adventure. The chain around her neck was supposed to keep her safe from the hands of men, but Persephone wasn’t so sure she wanted to be kept safe. Fingering the heart, she wondered what magic made it work.
She tuned back into her mother’s voice: “…even your own father, Zeus himself, has taken maidens at his whim. You are my only daughter, Persephone. You can’t understand how precious you are to me.”
Persephone gritted her teeth and closed her eyes for a moment, glad her mother couldn’t see her face. Then she had a thought. “What happens if I lose it?”
“It’s an unbreakable chain,” Demeter explained. “Hephaestus promised me it would keep you safe.”
“But how does it work?” the young goddess insisted, turning the heart over in her fingers.
“It’s imbued with a mother’s love.” The older goddess approached her daughter, wrapping her arms around Persephone’s waist from behind and resting her chin on the girl’s shoulder. “Do not seek to test it. I promise you, it will keep every man who seeks to defile you at bay.”
Just what I need, Persephone thought as her mother’s lips pressed her cheek. Yet another restriction on my freedom. She had never been with a man and, thanks to her mother, hadn’t had the opportunity to meet many of them. Still, the ones she had chanced upon had struck her as…very interesting.
Of course, she couldn’t tell her mother. Instead, she turned and hugged Demeter, kissing the older goddess’ dry cheek. “Thank you, Mother. I’m supposed to meet Artemis and Athena in the meadow.”
Demeter moved back and let her daughter go, still smiling. “I’d tell you to be careful…but I don’t have to any longer!”
Persephone didn’t answer as she shut the door behind her and started walking down the pathway into the woods. Beyond the thick huddle of trees, she knew Athena and Artemis would be waiting. Maybe she should talk to them about it. They might have some deeper wisdom to share.
She found herself so lost in thought she didn’t notice the hand reaching out to tug at the back of her robe. Turning, she found herself face-to-face with a man.
“Ah, there is the delectable Goddess of Spring!” His voice rumbled low in his barrel chest, and his smile lined deeply at the corners. His salt-and-pepper hair and beard showed his human age clearly. “You will be pleased to make my acquaintance, young Persephone. I am Pirithous, King of Lapiths, Argonaut extraordinaire!”
“You startled me!” Persephone took a step back, her hand at her throat. She wasn’t used to people coming so close to her mother’s cottage. Demeter’s refuge remained hidden from human eyes, a secret to the world of men. How did he find me and how does he know my name?
“Your father has told me a great deal of you.” Pirithous smiled warmly at her, reaching for her arm. “There is no daughter of Zeus more worthy of
my attention, so I hear.”
Hesitating, Persephone glanced back and no longer saw her mother’s home and knew Demeter couldn’t see them, either. She touched the necklace at her throat and wondered how it was meant to protect her. Surely it would let her know if this man meant her harm.
“I am meeting friends.” She nodded toward the field up ahead.
“You will love my kingdom.” He went on as if she hadn’t even spoken. “We are a fertile land, and I am a rich king. There are plenty of fields of flowers for you to pick, of course. When you aren’t…otherwise occupied.” His smile widened and he looped his arm through hers and began to walk. She stumbled after him, trying to keep up. “I had hoped to talk to your mother as well, but I couldn’t resist telling you first.”
“First?” She glanced up at him, puzzled.
“Yes.” He slowed his pace to match hers, looking down at her. His eyes brightened and crinkled at the corners. “Persephone, you are the most beautiful daughter of Zeus. Certainly the most captivating and the one whom, you will be happy to hear, I have deemed the most worthy.”
“Th—thank you.” She flushed, swallowing hard. “Worthy of…what?”
“This is a lovely trinket.” His thick fingers reached over to touch the locket around her neck. “But not nearly as beautiful as you, my dear.” Looking down, Persephone frowned at the necklace. It’s supposed to protect me? Do I need protecting from this man? “My own dear wife, Hippodamia, has passed on…” He sighed, his pace slowing even further as they made their way down the tree-lined path toward the field.
“I’m sorry to hear it.”
“Yes, well, it leaves me wanting a companion.” Pirithous stopped, taking both of Persephone’s small hands into his. “And I find myself wanting you. There is none so worthy of my attention as you, goddess.”
