Cantrips: Volume #2: Minor Magics Crafted to Amuse and Entertain

by Joey W. Hill

  While Lucas was enjoying his “sampling,” Ben returned to his own pursuits. He used his wet fingertip on Cass’s nipple, circling and dampening the areola. “When Lucas sucks on you here, he’ll also taste Marcie’s cunt. What do you think of that, Cass? Do you want to please your Master?”

  He pinched the nipple and tugged on it, increasing the demand, exploring how much discomfort she could take and stay on the right side of it. Far more than he expected, he saw with a sharp spear of lust. As he pulled harder, her back arched and she came off the bed, throat working.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Nothing…I want… more. Oh, God.”

  The moan that broke from her matched Marcie’s, inadvertent but perfect timing as Lucas did something that had Ben’s sub bucking under his mouth, her bent knee flexing over her sister’s.

  Lucas shifted, replacing mouth with fingers. Pressing them into Marcie to thrust in slow advance and retreat, he moved over and put his mouth on his wife’s pussy, his lips glistening with Marcie’s response. That was his sub, endlessly responsive at her Master’s command. Ben felt a surge of ridiculous pride and laid his other hand on her breast, playing with Marcie’s nipple ring, tugging. Her hips went down and lifted, showing her cunt was throbbing with the need to move in a coital rhythm, thanks to Lucas getting her running that hot.

  “Un-unh,” Ben admonished, with a sharper tug. “Stop moving those hips like you’re being fucked. You don’t get to do that until there’s something in that empty pussy of yours. And I say it’s okay. Right?”

  “Yes, Master.” The plaintiveness of her voice sent a spike of need through his cock. It was probably best she could only guess how fucking hard he was already. She wasn’t above misbehaving to goad him further. At this rate, he was going to have to remove the slacks or risk a seam tearing. She’d done that to him once before, and earned a nice punishment for ruining the Hugo Boss ensemble.

  At the very first touch of Lucas’s mouth, a cry broke from Cass’s throat, showing how worked up she was. “That’s my baby,” Lucas muttered as Cass tried to lift her hips to his mouth to grind. He held her down, lashing her clit with his tongue, making her head whip back and forth. Her guttural cry matched Marcie’s as Ben continued to play and flick over their taut nipples, squeezing the two pairs of magnificent breasts at his disposal. Then he shifted so he had a hand cupped under each of their jaws, tilting their heads back at a straining angle, increasing the sense of full ownership of their bodies and responses as Lucas shifted back to eat Marcie’s pussy again.

  Ben ran his thumbs along their pulses, registering the crashing rhythm, the way each jumped another octave as Lucas went from sampling to devouring. Working his tongue deep in Marcie’s cunt, closing his whole mouth over it to seal in heat, he increased the suction on her tender clit. He was thrusting and swirling, because that was what her body was doing. He had his other hand lying on Cass’s mound, fingers moving in a deceptively idle stroke, her hips working to increase that friction. Ben bent down to Cass, knowing an intimate whisper in her ear would add to the sensation.

  “Work yourself against his hand, Cass. He’s barely moving it, because he wants to see how shamelessly his sub will act to prove to her Master how much she needs him.”

  She renewed her efforts, panting and groaning as Marcie’s voice elevated. Lucas was getting her pretty damn close to release, her upper body flushing. Ben could read all the signs himself, so wasn’t surprised when Lucas pulled back from that narrow ledge without him having to provide an early warning signal. Relentlessly patient, he turned his attention to his wife again. Marcie was so close, he didn’t touch her pussy at all now, only gripping the center bound leg with one hard hand to hold her and Cass steady.

  A startled gasp broke from Cass as Lucas gave her exposed labia a series of sharp slaps. It stimulated the nerves in a different way, so when he put his mouth back on her, she reached a new octave in reaction. Lucas nodded to Ben and he moved across the bed to pull the ball gag and handkerchief out of the side drawer of the night table. As Lucas kept going down on Cass’s cunt, Ben pushed the handkerchief-wrapped ball gag between her teeth, smiling grimly as she tried to resist him, forgetting herself.

  “Yeah, you have some of your sister’s rebellious spirit to you. But can’t have the other hotel guests thinking we’re murdering you. Plus, you know we like to take away all your options, one at a time, until all you have left is trusting us. If you need something, you lift two fingers, darlin’. We’ll stop and see if it’s something that needs our attention. But don’t cry wolf.”. He caught the lobe of her ear in his teeth. “I’ll be the one punishing you for something like that. I’ve always wanted to put some hand prints on that uptight but pretty ass.”

  She made a noise between outrage and frustrated need and he withdrew, grinning. Lucas gave him a wry look, but knew Ben had tossed out the insult to balance out her trepidation about the gag. Now she had other things to think about. Ben had cinched the gag tight, so the straps would mark the sides of her mouth, leave a pair of parallel lines along her cheeks for a short period. It would make Lucas hot all over again to see that. Ben knew for sure it would him.

  He’d lost count of how many times taking an inventory of the marks he’d left on Marcie had led to some straightforward animal fucking up against a wall or on their bed, just one more time before he had to remind himself he wasn’t a beast, and he needed to care for his beauty, not push her too hard. Because she would meet his needs, no matter what, when or how many times. It was part of the blessing and curse of her, because he had to watch himself to be sure he didn’t ask too much. She would give it all and more if she thought that was what he wanted. The unleashed animal side of him did. The man side protected her from letting the other have the upper hand too often.

  He might need to gag Marcie eventually, because she could be a screamer, too, but she would be required to use her mouth pretty damn soon, so he’d hold off. Plus, the room was pretty well sound-proofed. The gag had been more to increase Cass’s sense of dependence than anything else.

  His cock ached at even the brief thought of Marcie using her mouth on him. Lucas must have sensed it. Lifting his head, he met Ben’s eyes.

  “I’m going to take some more time with Marcie over here,” Lucas said casually. “Why don’t you remove the ball gag and see if you can’t keep my sub’s mouth occupied with something else for a little while?”

  Ben glanced toward Cass’s hand. The fingers twitched, as if she was warring with whether she needed to give the two-finger signal, or if she could handle taking another man’s cock where only her Master’s had been permitted ever since they’d met. The fingers stilled, though they rested uneasily on the covers. Ben met Lucas’s gaze for confirmation, since they often knew their subs better than their subs knew themselves. It was one thing to elevate their excitement with a suggestion; another to have them act on it. He’d threatened to put Marcie face down on a K&A limo and switch her ass with the entire building security force watching, for all the trouble she’d given them at one time when she was trying to connect with him. No way in hell would he ever do that, and he knew deep inside she wouldn’t want that, either, but the fantasy of it? Oh yeah. It got her worked up, big time.

  Now Cass was facing a crossroad of fantasy and reality, and both Masters would be sure which side she really wanted to be on it before proceeding.

  Lucas nodded, though Ben noticed he kept one hand on his wife, not just to stimulate her pussy, but to glide his fingertips along her inner thighs, a sensual stroke that conveyed connection as much as sex. I’m here. I’m with you.

  He could do his part in that. Because for all that this was pure male fantasy territory, having their subs restrained and at the mercy of all they desired to do for and with them, it didn’t work if the journey didn’t bring them pleasure. And that thing that all the K&A women understood about their men’s unusual relationship with one another—that by belonging to one of them, they belonged to all—also meant every man
felt each woman was his to protect, cherish and care for, however much was needed.

  Marcie was Ben’s soulmate, the woman he’d needed all his life. Yet Savannah, Cass, Dana and Rachel…he loved every one of them. Enjoyed them, was attracted to and turned on by them, could flirt with them and get into a scenario like this without hesitations or concerns about what it said about his and Marcie’s relationship. And if ever, God forbid, one of the five men ceased to be, while they’d respect any relationship choices the wife left behind made (after serious and thorough background checks that would even include the guy’s last prostate exam), they’d take care of whatever the woman or the submissive side of her would need, in the way the departed Master would expect.

  They could each rely on that safety net, a form of life insurance as important as financial security. Yeah, they were Neanderthals, but their inner circle was never a prison. It would always be a sanctuary for the women they loved.

  So with all that in his mind, comfortably balanced with the throbbing need in his cock, he loosened the gag and set it aside, using the handkerchief to gently wipe away the saliva that had collected at the corners of Cass’s frosted pink lips. Lips that would feel this side of heaven dragging along his dick.

  He traced them with his thumb, enjoying the full, cushioned feel. “You’ve a beautiful mouth, darlin’,” he said, the hint of Cajun in the endearment coming easily. “Your Master says I can enjoy it. I know you want to please him. Do you want to please me? Would that please yourself? Have you thought about how it would feel, having my cock there?” He sharpened his tone just enough to run the edge along her submissive nature, to see what response he roused. “You’ll answer me as you are right now. Not as her sister, Pickard’s negotiator, Lucas’s wife or even as my friend. My very dear friend…”

  As she lifted her chin, swallowing, he stroked her throat. “You’ll answer as his submissive,” he said. “As the part of yourself you wanted to embrace even deeper tonight than you have before. Tell me. Who are you right now? One word that covers all of it.”

  “His,” she whispered, with a little tremble through her limbs. Though he missed not seeing the luminous look Ben was sure would be filling her gorgeous blue eyes, he knew the blindfold was key to allowing her to shed all those personas, particularly that of eldest child and Marcie’s older sister, and sometimes surrogate mother. He’d test that a little later, break those tethers even further in a manner he and Marcie had discussed, but this was a good first step.

  “Good.” He dropped his head to kiss her bare shoulder and slid his large hand around her breast again, enjoying the give of the fleshy curve beneath his fingertips. Her nipple was rigid and large, the color of a pomegranate. When he toyed with it, giving it another tug, a pinch, she drew in a gratifying breath. “You’re his. What else are you, right here, right now?”

  She licked her lips and he noticed Lucas easing his fingers into her cunt. He had his hand palm up, which would let him rub the fingertips along the top wall of her channel, a technique sure to send erotically-charged tingles deep into her womb, all while Lucas continued to go down on Marcie with apparent singular enthusiasm. Guy was a hell of a multi-tasker.

  “Yours,” she breathed, and his cock swelled with even more blood, if that was possible. It usually was. Always more room at the inn for that appendage, and not a bit of dizziness to go with it. If Lucas was the multi-tasker, Ben guessed his dick’s ability to scare the average woman away was his own superpower. Another good reason for the blindfold.

  “Yeah,” he growled. “Mine tonight, too, lucky bastard that I am. The two most beautiful women in all of New Orleans.” He shifted to his knees over her, letting her feel them by her shoulders, hear the click of his belt and tug of zipper as he freed himself.

  Marcie moaned as Lucas did something even more creative, but her hand flexed on Cass’s. Amazingly, she showed she was staying in tune with what was going on next to her. With over-the-top sexual experiences, one of two things could happen, though sometimes luck gave you both. Either everything narrowed down to an intense tunnel view, or everything became far more detailed and vivid, so nothing could be missed, even blindfolded.

  He might razz Lucas about that later, not doing his job well enough to rob his girl of the ability to think about her sister’s wellbeing, but he knew the one thing that would supersede even the biggest sexual temptation in this family was care for and protection of one another.

  “Relax your throat,” Marcie gasped. “Really relax it. And trust him. Oh…God, how does he do that with his mouth?”

  Cass managed a strangled half chuckle. “He can make you feel that way for hours…will keep you on that edge forever.”

  Marcie had a reverent expletive to answer that. Perhaps he should question how well he and Lucas were doing their jobs if girl talk was happening, but Ben was pretty sure the comments only turned Lucas and him on more, even though Lucas didn’t lift his head. He’d caught Marcie’s clit in his teeth and was compressing it while flicking it with his tongue. She squealed and thrashed, panting, and Cass’s grip was the one that tightened this time. Time to put her sister in a similar orbit.

  Lucas still had his fingers partially in Cass, so when she was lifting and lowering herself she was creating friction. Ben stripped his belt out of his slacks and ran it under her body and over, cinching it just above her nipples, tight. Curling his fingers in it, he held her in an arched position, almost suspended, letting her feel the pressure of its hold and her helplessness before he lowered her to the bed again. Then he gripped his cock in the other hand.

  “Open up, darlin’,” he commanded in a husky voice. “And do what your sister suggested. Slow, steady breathing, relax the muscles. It’ll go easier on you, though easier isn’t always what I care about. I want to feel you struggling to suck on my cock, doing your best while Lucas is finger fucking your sweet, silky-soft cunt. I bet until he got you lasered, he’d rub all sorts of nice baby oil into your mound and the lips, make them even softer. Probably still likes to do that, doesn’t he?”

  He caressed her throat, her jaw, and she parted her lips as he was crooning to her. He pressed the head of his cock to her lips. She’d felt his size before, but hadn’t gotten this up close and personal with it. He registered her jolt of surprise, a flash of alarm, but by then he was pushing inward and feeling the bliss of her quivering tongue weighted down by his girth. A light scrape of teeth, then she tried to open her mouth wider. Yep, she and her sister had a similar generosity of spirit when it came to serving a Dom. They also had similar-sized mouths, bless God. Just tight enough.

  He kept his fingers on her throat, stroking, reminding her to follow Marcie’s directions. She put effort into it, rousing that simultaneous fierce satisfaction and tenderness he could feel, watching a sub work her ass off to take him. The fingers of her free hand opened and closed, evidence of her concentration.

  Marcie wailed, a near climax kind of sound, and Lucas pushed her open wider, getting under her clit hood and the piercing where things were so sensitive, too sensitive to let her come. Ben inhaled the strong scent of his sub’s arousal, savoring it, but when Marcie strained against Lucas, Ben put a hand on her, holding Cass in place with the other.

  “Be still, brat,” he commanded. “Absolutely frozen until you can’t bear it and have to beg him to let you move.”

  Lucas’s eyes flamed with pleasure as Marcie obeyed with quivering, twitching reluctance, a petulant mewl on her lips, her fingers clawing the sheets.

  “Now that I’m giving him a taste of how my sub pleases me”—Ben bared his teeth—“show me how you please your Master, Cass. Do your best to suck me off, because I might just fuck that pretty mouth of yours until I come.”

  Part Six

  Marcie couldn’t believe Ben wanted her to be still. Let him fucking try to stay still under Lucas’s mouth, which she was now convinced had been created by demons and blessed by an angelic host, amen. The best heaven and hell had to offer when it came to o
ral sex.

  He overlooked nothing. He used his breath like feathers over her clit and labia, then made soft puffs against her wetness, increasing the acute sensations. He thrust his tongue inside her, leaving swirling patterns on the inside of her channel as he sealed his mouth over her at the perfect moment to suck on her clit, the lips of her sex, all while his hand stroked her thigh, or slid around to cup her buttock. He’d pushed her free leg up to rest her calf on his shoulder, so as he played with her pussy with his mouth, he dipped his thumb into her honey and took it to her rim, pushing his fingers in there. That was when she’d wailed, earning her Master’s attention and admonition. Now she did her best to stay still—fucking still—while every nerve ending screamed for movement, to writhe and buck.

  She had no reason to doubt her sister’s words, but experiencing it and thinking Lucas could draw this out for hours…God. When Marcie was a teenager, she recalled weekend mornings Cass had looked as tranquil and languid as a cat that had been napping in the sunshine for days. And it wasn’t just a sex thing. The connection vibes had been so strong between her and Lucas it had made Marcie’s heart hurt, because, even then, she’d wanted something like it, fitting her own desires and needs.

  She recalled one morning, Cass spreading cream cheese on a bagel for Lucas while he stood behind her, his hands sliding beneath her robe behind the counter where no one could see, but Marcie was good at reading body language. He’d said something in Cass’s ear, his voice warm and tender, his eyes full of her, and she’d smiled at him the same way, twisting around to give him a bite of the bagel. The devotion and love were so clear. They were as strongly integrated into all of it, and part of it, as the Domination and submission. It wasn’t a separate thing.