by Amber Heart
Chris fixed his gaze on her. “I’ve already made my decision.” He walked off and Gary moved around the table and encouraged Gina to walk.
“Don’t I get a choice?” Gina spoke to the man she’d just barely met in front of her.
Chris turned and walked up close to her, she stepped back and hit the brick wall of Gary’s body. Chris sandwiched her hard between them. “You came here wanting me. Wanting what I have to give. Now, you find out. Then you decide.” He leaned down and kissed her lips.
Then he began walking forward again and Gary moved her forwards again.
Okay.
Let’s just see what he has to offer. Gina took a deep breath and put her head high. She grabbed Gary’s hand and walked forward with confidence.
Chris led them down the hallway and stopped at a door. “This one tonight, I think.” He opened it and stood there to usher Both Gary and Gina inside. Gina gasped when she saw the fully equipped BDSM equipment hanging from the walls and placed in the room.
There were leather straps, chains, stocks, a wide padded bench, all manner of whips and other accessories on the wall. Her thighs tightened and her clit began to buzz a little more. She tightened her grip on Gary’s hand and he squeezed back.
“Gary, are you watching?”
“Yes.”
Chris walked up to him and shook his hand hard. “Congratulations, it must be love this time.”
“It is. But she needs a little more spice than I can give her.”
“I won’t say I told you so.”
Gina stood there feeling like she was eavesdropping on a conversation. Chris turned to her. “Do you love him?”
“I…I…” She wasn’t sure what to say.
“Do you love Gary? It’s a simple question.”
“Yes. I do.” Somehow her voice worked again.
“Good. He’s never done what he’s about to do for you for any other woman.”
Gina looked at Gary and smiled. “Thank you. For understanding.”
Chris walked back over in front of Gina. “Get undressed.”
“What? Right now?”
“We’re not here to play Barbies. Get your clothes off.” Chris ordered.
Her stomach turned over and her skin tingled. What would this man do to her? Gina unzipped her dress from the back and let it drop to the floor. Her pink satin underwear set feeling extra skimpy now. She was glad she didn’t wear anything else underneath the dress.
“The shoes stay on.”
She watched Gary settle in a big leather chair, his eyes roaming over her body and back to her eyes. He smiled his reassurance.
Chris circled her like a shark. “Oh, she’s beautiful alright. But she definitely needs a lesson or two in pleasing me.” Chris looked at her but spoke to Gary. “Look at this ass…so high and round. I might fuck it later. Does she like ass-fucking, Gary?”
“I’m not sure.” Gary answered and his eyes locked with Gina’s. “I’ve only ever fucked her tight cunt.”
Gina gasped in surprise at Gary’s words. He’d never spoken like that around her, let alone about her. Her pussy throbbed now. She needed to cum.
“I see. Well, I’m sure she’s had other cocks up there making her scream. I’ll plug her.” He got up close to Gina. “Get your underwear off, and bend over that high bench over there.” He pointed.
Gina just stood there. Was she really doing this? Was this what she really needed? It was a hell of a lot more scary than she’d anticipated. Gary went over and selected a large riding crop off the wall. Gina held her breath.
Chris came up behind her and stung her ass cheek with the crop. She sucked in a quick breath, and he struck the other ass cheek a little harder. Gina cried out and she watched Gary smile.
“Get naked and get over there, or I’ll whip your ass red raw.” His voice so low and commanding, sinister, Gina stripped off her bra and panties and walked to the bench.
“Good. Now spread your feet wide. One in each of the leather straps down there.” Chris indicated them with the riding crop, and Gina wrapped each wide leather restraint around her ankles.
Her legs were now spread very wide. So wide she could feel the cold air against her parted pussy lips. Chris leaned down and tightened each buckle, fastening them on tight.
“Very good. Now bend over the bench. There are buckles for your wrists too.”
Gina did as he said. His command over her was immediate and she ached more than ever. This was it. Now she’d see if being a sub was really what she wanted. Chris fastened her wrists as she hung over the bench, her ass high in the air and her pussy open for display.
Chris walked back behind her. “Gary, she has a gorgeous pussy.”
“Yes, she does.”
Gina realised Gary had a clear view of her spread out over this bench. Her fingers just touched the floor and Gina hoped she didn’t have to stay here for too long. But she itched to see what he was going to do to her.
“Now, Gina. You’ve humiliated my friend. It’s time to be punished for that.” Chris stood behind her and parted her cheeks, his fingertip trailed down between and lingered a little over her tight entrance. “I think a graduated butt plug is in order here. Gary, you get the one you think she deserves for saying you suck in bed.”
“I…didn’t say…I didn’t mean…” The hard sting of the crop made her cry out.
“Shut up. He told me what you said. Now, he is giving you what you need. The only thing you need to say is thank you.” Chris roared the words and Gina tensed all over.
Gary walked over, she could hear and feel him close to them. Chris laughed an evil laugh. “You really do want revenge. Hold her ass cheeks wide. I’ll get the lube.”
Gary came around to the same side her head hung over and put a leg either side of her head, then he pulled her butt cheeks apart.
“She has a lovely tight rosebud there.” The cold lube made her tense up even more.
“That’s right, Gina. Get all tense, it’ll hurt more and I’ll get even more pleasure out of it.” Chris was playing the tip of the plug at her opening. “This is a big one. Graduated though. I’ll take it in halfway and then we’ll see if we can get it the rest of the way after I punish your wet cunt.”
Gina grunted as he pushed the first level of plug inside her arse. Her rim burned a little, and she panted. The blood had moved to her head and she hoped to get up soon.
“Your ass took that well, Gina. It’s keen to be filled. What do you say, Gina?”
“Th…thank you.” The plug went in another notch and Gina tried to relax for it. She’d had ass play before. She needed to relax.
“Gary. You know how she likes her clit being tickled. Give her a little, will you. I want this huge mother-fucker you chose tight inside her ass. Then we’ll get her up and I’ll fill her cunt as well. You’ll need to go and choose something for that too.”
“I get all the fun.” Gary laughed whilst tickling her clit and Gina grunted as another level of butt plug sank inside her. Impossibly stretched now, she wondered how much more could get in there. Her clit ached and throbbed under Gary’s expert fingers. She moaned her pleasure.
“It only has one level to go. You go choose and I’ll get her upright.” Chris unshackled her wrists and ankles. Gina stood up very slowly, apart from the head spin, there was also something huge in her ass. She tightened around it, she wished it was inside her squeezing pussy because she needed to cum more than ever and this was going to be a huge orgasm.
“Come over here, Gina. There now, you like your little ass being filled don’t you?”
“Yes…yes thank you.”
He grinned at her. “Good. Good. Now. I think it’s only fair that Gary gets to see how much you can take. I think your problem is, and no offence to your size, Gary, but I think Gina needs to have each of her holes filled and fucked to be satisfied.”
Gary came back over and kissed her lips hard. Gina wanted more, she kissed him back hard. Chris twisted her nipples hard and she cr
ied out, breaking the kiss.
“Stop that, Gina. You don’t get to kiss him. You humiliated him. Now you must be punished.” The pulling and twisting continued and Gina had no choice but to be led by the nipples to a higher, wider bench. With stirrups.
The perspiration wet her brow and she wondered if she had been a little unfair, and possibly stupid, wanting to break up over not having her sexual needs met. After a few minutes she was bound and strapped to the bench and her feet were up in the stirrups. They swung out to lock in and leave her wide open and her ass cheeks just on the edge.
Gary had applied a ball gag and tears streamed down her face at the excitement of it all. She was way out of the zone of anything she’d ever experienced and Gina knew she would be more careful what she wished for next time, just in case she got it.
“Be thankful you have a gag in. I’d get someone in to shove their cock down your throat but Gary didn’t want that. Not this time.”
Chris crossed his arms, the riding crop held in one hand. “So, you want more dangerous, exciting sex?” He laughed, deep and long. “You are a beauty. Gary was right. You’re the perfect toy for me.”
He walked around, and stood at the end, eyeing her splayed pussy. “But you are his, and unless you leave him and come to me, this will only ever happen while he is present. You never approach me alone, or vice versa. They are the rules.”
Gary smiled and unzipped his suit pants. Then he reached forward and pushed the butt plug, It went in deeper, stretching her ass wide. Gina felt the burn and blinked through her tears. Gary moved between her thighs now. She’d never been fucked while her ass was full and stretched like this.
Gary’s cock was perfectly lined up with her pussy, and Gina would’ve screamed when he rammed his hardness inside her without warning but the ball gag muffled the sound. He grinned and his face took on an unusual expression, half satisfaction, half determination, or something like that.
Gary, for once, wasn’t holding anything back. He slammed inside her and it was only after the first savage stroke she realized Chris was landing the riding crop in sharp strokes across each nipple in turn. God that stung. But she’d never felt so wet and needy for an orgasm in her life.
As Gary bottomed out inside her, he thudded against the butt plug making that press inside her at the same time as his long, hard cock. The beads of sweat formed and ran off her body and tears streamed form her eyes, but she’d never been so happy. This was just what she’d needed and she knew it was the tip of the iceberg.
The pain increased as the climax neared. Chris worked her nipples to red, raw and swollen. He stopped with the crop and produced two ice cubes from his container. The freezing cold of them on her how, sore nipples made her arch and shake her head. After a few minutes the riding crop was back, stinging her cold, hard nipples beyond sensibility. She could barely take anymore.
Every part of her hurt. Just when she thought she could take no more punishment. When the pain had overridden the pleasure for a second too long, Chris stopped with the crop and Gina opened her eyes again and watched him switch on a long vibrator with a rotating, vibrating, rounded head.
Chris managed to nestle the head directly on her clit as Gary rammed her with his thick cock. The fast vibration and rotation took her right back to the land of pure ecstasy and in a few seconds the tornado inside ripped through. Gina knew nothing except the incredible, amazing, best-ever orgasm may have caused a micro-second black out.
Gary had roared out his own orgasm, Gina heard him and felt the deep throb of his cock shooting inside her, but she’d been helpless to connect with him during it because her own orgasm was more than she’d ever imagined and it blinded her momentarily to what went on around her.
Chris removed the gag and unbound her. Gary helped her to sit up and he held her close, kissing her face.
“There’s a nice bedroom through that door at the back. I’ll see you aren’t disturbed. Go make love. Make a decision. Decide if you want to continue with me, or if you want to go it alone. No pressure.”
Gina’s voice rasped her answer. She’d screamed a lot harder than she’d realized with the freedom of knowing the gag would muffle the noise. “Chris, I know I want more. I want more of what you just gave us.”
Gina was not giving that up anytime soon. She hoped Gary would want that as well.
She looked into his eyes. “Gary, is that what you want?”
She saw love shining back as he spoke. “Of course.”
BDSM Club
A Billionaire BDSM Short
By Amber Heart
BDSM Club
I was sick of the Ibiza nights. The flowing deluge of patron, the endless lines of coke. The dark soulless dance floors, the throbbing heavy bass that beat to the rhythm of the heavy pounding in my head. The same xannied xerox I took home each time the club lights flashed on--a haughty supermodel type with surgically sculpted tits and a dead stare whose eyes finally lit up when she saw the Dubai First Royale come out to pay the tab.
It didn’t always use to be like this. Back at Penn, the skies were the bluest they had ever been. Classes at Wharton were a breeze and I lived for the constant flocking of women like bees to my honeysweet honeycock. Even as an associate for JP Morgan, life had been exciting. I’d start the day off with a sprinkle of adderall in my macchiato, sipping as I stared off into the London skyline from the 32nd floor of the 25 Bank Street building while my assistant read through the messages for the day. In London, days raked in the bills; the nights brilliantly blazed through them.
But I lost the magic somewhere in Ibiza. Nights had become a blur. While the blood still knew how to rush to my groin like a thousand times before, it had become a rote exercise, as mundane as waking up and taking a shower. I was losing my grasp on the thrill of sex, the ecstasy I felt when I rammed into a girl while she dug into my back with her nails till it bled, while she moaned uncontrollably into my ear. The times that we would sweat together, like two primal beasts mating in the heat, repeatedly thirsting and coming back for more. The Ibiza girls had become robots, mechanically responding to my touch identically, cyclically grunting with each thrust.
As partner and managing head for the European branch, I was given an executive office in the newly built Ibiza headquarters. The promotion had given me more time to manage on my own, and I spent it like any respectable JP Morgan man would be expected to spend it--partying till the Ibizan sunrise.
The VIP rooms in the most exclusive clubs were expensive, but money had become of no consequence to me. Along with the annual salary and the yearly bonuses, prudent investments in biopharmaceutical companies had given me the means to make sure that even my great grandchildren’s great grandchildren would live comfortably.
So I made sure to live for the best of the best. But even the best fell flat. I was surrounded by friends that would jump ship the second the checks stopped rolling in. And as confident as I was in the good looks that had been validated by countless sorority girls in my college past, I knew these Ibiza women would not take a second glance at me if they didn’t know how many zeroes I had in my bank account.
On some days, when I felt a hollow pit knotting up in my stomach, I would have the valet whip out the Audi F12 from the garage. The engine would hum powerfully as I coasted along the coast of Cala Llonga. At breakneck speeds, even the desperation felt insignificant when death was so palpable.
Today was one of those days. It was a Tuesday morning and I was tired. I had spent the night with two girls. They were different than the usual catch, stepsisters on holiday for a week from Edinburgh who wore the same bright eyes that I had when I first came to this island. They had a country beauty, the kind that would have attracted farmers from distant villages in the past. The moment our eyes met, I had them. They drunkenly approached me in the lounge, asking if I would show them around for the night.
The final destination was my penthouse. The brunette undressed the blonde’s blouse with her teeth. The blonde wrapped her m
outh around my cock and started bobbing her head up and down in a pendulum motion. The auburn haired girl with pale creamy skin slinked behind me, her soft lips lingering on the crest of my neck and her plump, erect nipples painting streaks across the canvas of my taut back. The girl with golden braids turned around, spread her asscheeks, and started rubbing her pussy on my pulsing dick.
“Thrust that thick cock into me and don’t be gentle,” she moaned in her seductive Scottish tongue. And so I did, pulling hard on her hair as she screamed through the pleasure and pain. But heaven for them had become hell for me. I had turned into Sisyphus, rolling this burden to the climax a thousand times over.
In the dead silence of the night, my head resting on the sleeping blonde’s firm milky breasts and my toes dipped in the softly snoring brunette’s quivering pussy, all I wanted to do was throw these two out and ingest as much cocaine as my heart could handle.
I rang Yancy, the in-house butler, in with a bell to escort the Scottish beauties out and leaned over the 707 to chip away at the white rock with the Royale. As the drip hit the back of my throat, I contemplated throwing it all away. I couldn’t live like this forever. But where would I go?
When the sun came up, I went to the only place that brought solace to this beautiful wasteland. Cala Llonga.
The salty winds and repeated motion of the waves soothed me. I sat on the pier as happy couples walked by, gazing at the smoke from my camel cigarette drift to the clouds. I called in sick and stayed the day till the soft blue skies faded to darkness.
As the night returned, so did that dull emptiness in my heart. Surprisingly, all the tourists had left and the bay was empty. To ward off the creeping loneliness, I started walking along the beach to ward the rocks. The violent winds and crashing waves would remind me of insignificance of my problems.
But on the craggy peaks I saw a single soul kneeling by a wooden wash bin. Her tight lily print sundress had been splashed by the waves and her supple breasts were grasped tightly by her soaked top. Even from the distance, I could see her thick nipples perking through the cloth of her dress. Her flowing black hair had been dampened at the ends by the wet winds.
