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

by Joey W. Hill

  She knew Ben had his cock in Cass’s mouth. Cass would be feeling a little overwhelmed, but excited along with the trepidation. From the noises and things he’d said, Marcie suspected Ben was using the belt the way he used it on her sometimes while making her service him orally from her back. Her nipples tingled, but so did her buttocks as she thought of other ways he employed it after she serviced him. Then Lucas did something else to obliterate thought of anything but what was happening between her legs.

  “Oh God…please…”

  “You want to move, Marcie,” Lucas said, low. “You want to ask for that?”

  “Only…if it pleases you, sir. And my Master.”

  “Mmm. I think we want to watch you break apart from not being able to move. Get more and more out of control. Maybe a little longer…”

  She was quickly passing into that zone all their circle of women had talked about experiencing with the K&A men: the “I’m not going to survive this” feeling. But that was okay, because it was always coupled with another, equally emphatic thought.

  Who the hell cares?

  * * *

  Cass’s mind didn’t have any room to form thoughts. Her whole being had become sensation. Lucas’s fingers kept up an idle pump inside her, his thumb rubbing over her clit as she worked her jaw and lips to keep pace with Ben’s slow and steady thrusts. There was no way he had all of his length in her mouth, because he’d be hitting vital organs if that was the case. As it was, from following Marcie’s direction, she’d been able to take him past her gag reflex. He tasted of clean, heated male and his musky pre-come, which had bathed her tongue when she first took him in, a thick, salty taste.

  Then he made it worse. Curling his fingers in the belt he had wrapped above her breasts, a contrast to the waist cincher below, he began to use his hold on the strap to lift her in rhythm with his movements and thrust deeper. She choked, experiencing a moment of panic, but was startled when he slapped the tips of her breasts with his free hand, sending shards of pleasure zinging through the points, thanks to the restriction of blood flow from the belt that had made them more sensitized. It helped distract her from her panic, which in turn helped her get a handle on her breathing problem.

  She made a noise against his cock as her legs moved restlessly, and he grunted. “You’re doing so good, darlin’. Think it’s about time I took a taste of your pussy. I’m going to stop moving but my cock’s not going anywhere. You try your best to break my focus however you can with your sweet lips and tongue. Else your Master’s going to hear you come long and hard from another man’s mouth on your cunt and you know he won’t like that. Maybe use his own belt on you in an entirely different way.”

  What? How could Lucas blame her for…oh, hell…

  Ben shifted forward, tilting her head with strong fingers under her neck to do as he described, no longer moving his hips in that forward thrust, but keeping his cock rammed deep into her mouth and throat as he stretched over her. Putting his hands on her thighs to spread them, he pulled her free knee up to her side, making her feel as exposed as possible. “Stay just like that,” he muttered, and put his mouth on her cunt.

  What else could she do? Oh right, try to suck on him, continue to service him orally, while he destroyed her motor control. At their monthly girl get-togethers, they’d joked that the men swapped techniques, such that they’d all benefitted from Lucas’s mad oral skills. Dana had them practically falling on the floor crying with laughter when she imitated Matt’s voice and the tone of a K&A meeting perfectly.

  “Gentlemen, note Exhibit A. Lucas has provided an anatomically-correct rubber pussy to help us understand the freaky-assed magic he does with his double-jointed tongue.” And then…“Okay, that’s all for the morning itinerary. Let’s break for the catered lunch. When we come back, Ben will provide us insights on drilling your woman to the wall through her ass.”

  Marcie had said the man was incapable of not taking advantage of that area, so Cass could hardly be surprised that, while Ben was so artfully sucking and teasing her cunt, one of his hands dipped, a finger slicked with her juices pushing into her rim, then a second one. Since she and Lucas didn’t play there as much, it brought a stretching, burning feel. But that helped her not catapult over the edge of the climax he’d threatened, at least not at first. Then the pain and pleasure started to wind in a tight, unstoppable spiral.

  She was licking him frenetically, sucking as much of his cock as she could, but as she started teetering over that edge, she knew she wouldn’t be able to stop. “No…please… Oh God…” Her words might be muffled, but the meaning was unmistakable as a hard shudder ran through her body, her pussy rippling against his lips.

  Ben took his mouth off her, his hands shifting to grip her thighs, holding them spread and the free one in the air, leg pulled back against his side. So open like that, she should have been able to rein back the orgasm, but she was too far gone. It was surging through her lower body, her breasts flushing, and—

  Crack!

  She yelped as the belt made solid contact with the tender strip between buttock and upper thighs, sending a stinging puff of air over her exposed sex. Holy fuck, that had hurt. How had Ben, while holding her leg, his cock stuffed in her mouth…

  Not Ben. Lucas. Lucas had done it, because he was untying her leg from Marcie’s, and she felt the press of the belt he was holding doubled over in one hand. As he did that, Ben withdrew his cock slowly from her mouth. Despite her pain and confusion, she still sucked and lapped eagerly at it as it slid over her tongue and lips, her instincts obeying a deeper compulsion than her rational mind. Once he sat back, Ben pulled her legs up into that spread and bent position, leaving her ass and cunt unshielded against her Master’s belt. She gasped as it cracked against her buttocks again, then once more.

  “Stop…please. It hurts…”

  A familiar knee pushed against her throbbing pussy and Lucas’s hand was in her hair, holding tight and using his fist behind her skull to bring her halfway up off the bed against him. He spoke against her lips.

  “Who does your climax belong to, Cassie? Who?”

  He sounded as stern and unyielding as she’d ever heard him. Though she’d started this by saying she wanted to take things to a deeper level, facing it was terrifying and thrilling. Some part of her knew he had this side to him, but to experience it rather than merely fantasize…

  “You answer me now, or you get three more.”

  “You. It belongs to you.” She was shaking uncontrollably, like she was caught in the net of that near miss and it wouldn’t let her go. She felt like a tightrope walker standing on one toe on a swaying rope.

  “That’s right. If I decide to give one of those climaxes to Ben, that permission comes from me, not your cunt. Because it’s not your cunt, is it?”

  She shook her head, and her voice trembled. “It’s yours.”

  “Good.” He gathered her up in one arm, running a hand down her back, holding her against his chest as she fought inexplicable tears. “It’s okay. Just breathe. Calm down, sweetheart.” It was only then she realized Ben had unclipped her bracelet cuffs from the straps so Lucas could lift her up like this and cradle her.

  When Lucas engaged in sensual punishment, it was almost always his belt, because that had been part of his promise when they met.

  “You’ll get very familiar with my belt. It will hold you like this. Or I’ll use it to slap your pretty butt when you don’t trust me. Make you have trouble sitting down in your meetings. You’ll also bite down on it when I find you for lunch, take you somewhere semiprivate and fuck you up against the wall.”

  He’d lived up to all of those things, and she wondered if Ben had used his belt around her upper body because Lucas had told him it was a trigger for her. She wouldn’t be surprised how much the K&A men knew about what all their women liked. They probably had their own version of the women’s monthly get-togethers, Dana’s joke not that far off the mark.

  Her mind was torn in two di
rections, but in a way that left her sitting in the center with no thoughts at all but wanting to be held by Lucas. Even as her body yearned after an orgasm cut far too short. But he was right; it was his. She wanted every climax to belong to him.

  * * *

  “You’re so close to the edge,” Ben murmured, passing his fingers over Marcie’s wet sex as she heard Lucas crooning to Cass.

  “Is she okay?” she asked, though she strangled on a moan as he fingered her.

  “Yeah. Just discovering the pleasure of having her Master tear her down harder than he has before so he can build her back up again. I saw your lips pressing together during those belt strokes. You wanted them, didn’t you, greedy girl?”

  She shook her head, but then re-thought it, letting a tiny smile creep over her face. “Maybe from Lucas. He doesn’t hit as hard as you.”

  He snorted. “Better ask Cass about that. She didn’t know how much he was holding back until tonight.” Ben untied her arm from the bed straps and let her put it down at her side. He rubbed her shoulder, arms and wrist, then her hip and thigh where she’d been tied to Cass, checking circulation and restoring movement to her joints. Then he scooped her up and moved them to the opposite edge of the bed. She expected he was giving Cass and Lucas a private moment, letting Lucas administer a little intermission aftercare. She squirmed impishly on his lap, against the steel bar beneath her ass. “Seems like she took good care of you.”

  “Jealous?”

  “Nope. She puts the wrong kind of moves on my man, I’ll toss all her dress heels in the yard and mow over them with the John Deere. She knows it.”

  She heard the wince in his voice. “You women are mean.”

  Marcie giggled, but then elbowed him. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m jealous. Not in a bad way, but I don’t like anyone taking care of you but me. This is the only exception because all of us…”

  “We’re family.” He nodded. “Same way I’d react if anyone else outside K&A was putting their mouth on your cunt. I’d shove their nose up in it and hold it there until they died of asphyxiation.”

  “Wow. Boys can be mean, too.”

  “We’re territorial. But I don’t worry about that. I’ve got a kickass sub who would put anyone in the wall who touched her who shouldn’t.”

  “You got that right.” Then Marcie sighed and laid her head on his shoulder. “You’re sure she’s okay?” she asked, low, fretting about the blindfold enough to pluck at it with a restless finger. He clasped her wrist and put her hand back down in her lap.

  “Yeah. Positive. I think she wants this, and is ready for it. It won’t be the standard for them it is for you and me, but tonight, she’s opening up her horizons and going a little deeper and more hardcore.” He nuzzled her temple. “How’s my girl, other than worrying too much about her sister? You did good, staying still under Lucas’s mouth. You mostly held out, though you move more than any woman I know while not moving. You’re like an electron. Lucas was charged up for sure, watching you and Cass side by side. I’m proud of you.”

  It warmed her to hear it, and she put her face into the heated crevice between his shoulder and throat. “Knowing he was going down on both of us…” Marcie shivered. “It was crazy hot.”

  “Met all those teen fantasies and surpassed them, did he?” There was a growl to Ben’s voice that gave her an additional tremor. “Well, good, because now you’re going to do the one you thought about the most. Only you’ll do it the way Lucas and I want to see it rolled out. If you do it well enough, you might get the belt you’re craving before I fuck you. And it won’t be Lucas wielding it on your soft ass.”

  Her pulse leaped, but she reined it back with tremendous effort. She couldn’t let go of the worry. “Maybe we should hold off on that until later, when it’s just the two of us. I’m not sure Cass…”

  “What’s rule one in session?” He captured her chin in thumb and forefinger, stilling her. She pressed her lips together, her brow creasing.

  “I trust you. I ask permission to tell you any concerns I have and, if you grant me that permission, I tell you. Then it’s up to you to decide how or if to act on them.”

  “You didn’t ask permission, but I’ll just add that in to your belt punishment. But you’ve told me your concerns, so now you let go of anything but your Master’s desires. I’m ordering you down on your ass, on the floor at the end of the bed.”

  Closing her eyes under the blindfold, Marcie willed herself to obey the “letting go” part, using the two words that most often helped her do that.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Part Seven

  Once he’d moved Marcie there, making sure her back was against the foot board, her knees folded up beneath her, Ben saw Lucas was ready for the next thing they’d discussed. He’d quietly commanded Cass to stretch out again on the bed and bend her knees over the end of the mattress. There was only a short space between her dangling right leg and where Marcie was sitting on the floor, her back to the footboard. The large mirror on the wall across from the foot of the bed gave Ben a view not only of his sub, in back-straight, breasts-thrust-out, submissive-waiting posture, but of what lay between Cass’s spread thighs, the ruffled petals of her sex parted and wet, slightly quivering with the nervous movements of her legs. Her breasts were succulent mounds above the trim line of her rib cage, the tips still taut and deep pink, begging to be sucked.

  He kept an eye on the women as Lucas completely stripped, then Lucas took over the monitoring as he did the same, folding his clothes over a chair, taking off his watch and laying it on the side table, a noise that had both women tilting their heads like birds in a yard, listening for predators.

  Ben slid onto the bed, gripped Cass’s wrists above the bracelets and drew her arms over her head once more. “Your sister ever tell you the fantasy she had as a bad, naughty teenager?” he asked. “At least one version of it. She had several.”

  Cass shook her head. Her upper body was shaking from nerves, too, the right kind, as they drew her into this new territory. Ben folded his knees beneath him, and wrapped her hands around his still erect cock, letting her rest her forearms on his thighs. “That’s your anchor point this time, darlin’,” he said. “You hold onto that and don’t let go until you’re told to do so. Trust me, it can take a lot of abuse, so you squeeze as hard as you need to. Want to tell her the fantasy, Lucas?”

  “I think it might be more entertaining if Marcie did it, since it’s her fantasy.”

  Ben knew that, of course, but enjoyed watching Marcie get more anxious at the byplay, starting to understand where it was going. “Turn around and stand up on your knees, brat,” he ordered.

  As she did, Lucas guided her, shifting behind Marcie, holding her shoulders, stroking her hair. When he moved up against her back, Ben saw her register with a jolt that Lucas was naked…and armed with a substantial hard-on. Sliding his hands down, Lucas cupped and fondled Marcie’s breasts as she summoned words, though she was a delightful rose color. His submissive was discomfited by this.

  He was intrigued by his own response, watching Lucas skillfully rouse Marcie’s nipples to aching. They were all good at this stuff, but despite their willingness to share with one another, Ben knew when he had Marcie to himself again, he’d take her even more thoroughly, to re-establish his sole claim on her. He had no doubt that Lucas would do the same. The crazy thing was that it didn’t conflict with his earlier thoughts about how he felt about these men or the women they were with. It didn’t have to all make sense to be correct and work.

  He realized Marcie hadn’t yet spoken, and her hedging snapped his Dom’s attention right back to the present. “Tell him,” Ben commanded.

  Marcie cleared her throat. “Um…I would imagine coming into your bedroom.”

  “Whose bedroom?” Ben said sharply.

  “Cass’s. Well, Lucas and Cass’s.”

  “You’re talking directly your sister. Not to me.”

  Marcie shifted and Lucas increased his gri
p on her. “I want to hear it,” he said in her ear, a silky purr. “Tell me what the younger sister was imagining when I was claiming her sister, pleasuring her, night after night, behind that thin wall.”

  Marcie turned even rosier, but she obeyed both Master’s directives, now addressing Cass. “Lucas would have you tied up, the way I imagined it when I was listening to you two through the walls. Though you were quiet, the walls are sort of thin. I would leave my bed and tip toe to your door, and find it cracked. I tried to slip in without being seen, because I couldn’t bear just listening anymore, merely imagining what I was sure he was doing, how he was doing it. I knew because of the tie downs I found tucked in between the mattress and box springs when it was my turn to do laundry.”

  Cass turned a shade of rose herself, a genetic match that Ben was sure was turning Lucas on as much as it was him. Was there anything as hot as their beautiful ladies being all shy and embarrassed? They were wanton and uninhibited under command, in the throes of arousal, but at the core they were ladies, a hundred percent class. It was a deep pleasure to ruffle them in the right ways.

  “But Lucas would catch me.” Marcie allowed herself a wry smile, her arms twitching under Lucas’s hold. “He wouldn’t chase me. He’d just give me that look that tells me I better not run. He had you blindfolded, and so he said nothing and you didn’t know I was there until he leaned down and whispered…” She moistened her lips.

  “Say it.” Lucas tugged on her hair, as he gave the command this time.

  “‘Your sister has snuck in to watch us,’ he’d say. ‘I’m going to make her…suck me off while I eat your cunt until you come. Then you’ll finish me off.’

  “Before Cass can say anything,” Marcie continued, “he points to the floor between his feet and the foot of the bed. He’s naked, so when he bends over and puts his mouth on you, I know what to do. I get on my knees and take his cock in my mouth.”