by L. DuBois
That’s what he needed, to have her moaning and desperate for him.
Dante licked his thumb and index finger, then pinched her nipple again, this time letting it slide from between his wet digits.
Her whole body arched, and the sight of her—bound and writhing in arousal—sent him over the edge.
Dante groaned as he came. Her mouth worked around his cock, swallowing his come. When he was spent, Dante carefully slid out of her mouth. Dropping to his knees, he cradled her head in both hands and kissed her upside down.
“Thank you, Katrina. That was beautiful. You’re perfect.”
She sighed, the sound content. “Thank you, Sir.”
Cradling her head with his arm, he slid her back onto the table, placing one of the pads that had been under her knee under her head. She raised herself just enough to reach up and pull her hair out from under herself, spreading it across the table in a lovely fan.
“You really are lovely, Katrina.” He stroked her with his knuckles, sliding them from her throat down the midline of her body and into her pussy. He casually ran his curled fingers between the lips of her pussy.
She nearly came off the table and he smiled.
“I still want to fuck you, but I’ll need some time to recover.” He picked up the spoon. “What will we do in the meantime?”
* * *
She was so full—deliciously, scandalously so. The new medium-size plug in her ass had caused a slight burning stretch when first inserted, but now her body had adjusted to it and there was no pain, only a throbbing fullness.
Her pussy was equally full, the slender glass dildo Master Dante had inserted held in place by a pair of black lace panties he’d made her put on. The base of the dildo protruded from her sex, extending the panties. If she moved, the fabric would either press the dildo in deeper or let it slide out a bit. She could have rocked forward or back, using the movement to make the dildo fuck her.
“Katrina, have you heard a word I’ve said?”
Katrina snapped her head to the side to look at Master Dante. They were seated on a long, firm couch in a narrow, dark room. Cool blue lights along the baseboards and upper molding illuminated the room. Dante was a shadow among the shadows, his incredible cheekbones highlighted blue, his eyes seeming to glow in the darkness.
“Her safe word is bread.”
Katrina looked at large pane of glass that made up most of the long wall in front of them. They were in one of the observation rooms. These were meant to serve as both places to voyeuristically observe what was happening in the playrooms, and as a safety measure. They were in one of the observation rooms in the Constellation Court.
After the scene in the dining room, which had ended with her screaming through what had possibly been her fifth orgasm, Dante had brought her here. She hadn’t seen the observation rooms on her tour, only heard about them. This particular room was sandwiched between two playrooms. They’d started out watching the couple handling “A” in one of the rooms, then switched to the other couch so they could watch the other “F” couple.
Katrina hadn’t realized that there wasn’t only one couple assigned to each letter, but it made sense that for at least some of the letters there would be multiple people assigned, since there were more than twenty Doms and Masters at Las Palmas.
Master Dante had run into the other Dom who had the letter F while Katrina was cleaning up after the dinner scene. Dante had arranged for them to watch one of the letter “F” items that Katrina and Dante themselves weren’t going to engage in. He hadn’t told her which one it was.
“Her safe word is bread,” Katrina repeated obediently. It was miserably hard to focus with a dildo in her pussy, especially because the room they were observing was dark.
The Constellation Court rooms were all lovely and atmospheric, named after constellations and equipped with elegant lighting and a variety of both BDSM equipment and soft furniture.
It was after midnight, and they’d been in the observation room for several hours. Katrina was growing impatient—she was interested in seeing whatever this other F couple was going to do, and she’d enjoyed watching the A couple, but what she really wanted was to go back to the wine cellar, get to her knees, and worship Dante’s cock before he—hopefully—threw her down on that vinyl mat and fucked her senseless.
“Impatient?” he asked.
She winced. A good submissive waited patiently for her Master, even if that meant waiting for hours.
Katrina dropped her chin and turned her hands palm up on her thighs. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Don’t, Katrina. I don’t want Bondage Barbie, I want Katrina.”
“Bondage Barbie?” She couldn’t stop herself from smiling.
“You know, plastic, perfect, silent. I don’t want that. Talk to me.”
“I…I wish we could just go back to our room and fuck.”
Dante hummed his approval and slid his hand over her ass, pressing on the base of the plug, then sliding his hand lower, between her legs. He grabbed the dildo through her panties and thrust it up into her. Katrina threw her head back and moaned.
The door to the playroom flew open, hitting the wall with a bang. The sudden, loud sound made Katrina jump. Instinctively she leaned towards Dante.
He wrapped his arms around her and hauled her onto his lap, draping her legs outside his own so she was spread wide. That made her panties pull tight, and the dildo jammed up inside her.
The lights in the playroom came up, bathing the room in silver and purple light. The ceiling was studded with blue fiber optic lights that duplicated the night sky.
A woman screamed—not an orgasm scream, but a real scream, full of fear and anger. A man wearing a ski mask stomped into the room, a struggling woman held over his shoulder.
Another man entered behind him, also wearing a ski mask.
“Tie her down,” the second man said. “The wench needs to know she’s not going to get away, and no one is going to save her.”
Katrina tensed, her first urge to run into that room and start kicking some ass. She was pretty fierce with the Krav Maga and could probably do enough damage that the woman could get away.
Dante’s knuckles rubbed her arms. “It’s okay, Katrina. She’s okay. Remember our letter.”
Katrina’s heart rate slowed as she realized what was going on. “Fantasy rape. This is a fantasy rape scene.”
Chapter 10
“Yes. Des and Maia are a bonded D/s couple.” Dante pointed not to the man carrying Maia, but the man who’d entered second. “I think they’re married in the vanilla world. They’ve been playing together for years and trust each other implicitly.”
“Who is the other man?”
“Another Dom. Des just had shoulder surgery and can’t lift her.” Dante’s hands slid up her arms to her shoulders, flirting along her collarbones before dropping down to her breasts. He cupped them gently. Katrina took a deep breath, pressing her breasts into his palms.
The first man hauled Maia toward the center of the room. A small spotlight made the chain dangling from the ceiling wink silver and white.
The first man—the other Dom—bent, dropping the woman off of his shoulder. She fought, and Katrina got her first look at Maia. She was lovely, and older than Katrina had expected. She was either in her forties or a very well taken care of early fifties. A cloud of dark, kinky hair flew around her head as she fought. Maia tried to kick the other Dom, and when he moved to avoid that, she linked her fingers together and slammed her joined fists down on his shoulder.
Her hands were cuffed together, but that didn’t seem to be holding Maia back. She fought with a ferocity that Katrina admired. “You’re sure she’s pretending?”
Dante’s fingers slid under the leg band of her panties, pushing it to the side. The dildo, no longer held tight by the fabric, slid out of her pussy half an inch. Dante grabbed it, fucking her lazily with the toy.
“Yes. Her Master is making this as real as possible for her.
This is something she’s always wanted to try.”
Dante pulled the dildo free and Katrina moaned in disappointment.
He smack the inside of each thigh. “I want your pussy empty so if I decide to fuck you there won’t be anything in my way.”
Katrina licked her lips in anticipation. “Should I remove my panties, Sir?”
“Good idea. Take them off then get back on my lap, legs spread.” The teasing was gone from his voice.
Katrina stood, looking at the scene in the playroom as she dropped her panties, squeezing her ass to keep the plug in.
Master Des grabbed Maia by the hair, bending her backward. “Don’t bother fighting. You can’t escape.”
“Fuck you,” Maia snarled.
Des slapped her ass. “I intend to fuck you, wench.”
The other Dom grabbed the short chain linking the cuffs and jerked Maia’s arms up. He attached the cuffs to a link in the dangling chain using a carabiner.
Then the other man stepped back, looked Maia up and down in a decidedly lascivious manner. “I’ll keep watch, but I want my turn.”
Des grabbed Maia by the jaw, his fingers digging into her cheeks. “You’ll have your turn. Maybe I’ll let everyone on the crew, er, in the gang have a go.”
“Fantasy gang rape,” Dante murmured, “but they’re not actually going to do that. He rarely lets anyone touch Maia.”
“Wench?” Katrina asked, “Crew?”
“These two have been known to do some pirate scenes. Maia will occasionally play barmaid in the library.”
Des circled Maia, looking her over, and the other Dom walked away. Once he was out of Maia’s line of sight, the helper yanked the ski mask off and rubbed his shoulder, a put-upon look on his face. He mumbled to himself as he walked to the door.
“Katrina, you seem to have forgotten the rest of my command.”
Katrina gasped and scrambled onto Master Dante’s lap. She’d been so caught up with what was going on in the playroom she’d frozen in place, panties around her ankles.
She leaned back against him, legs spread wide. She raised her arms, lacing her fingers together not behind her own neck, but behind his, her fingers sliding into the close-cropped, curly hair at the back of his head.
“Can you still see?” he asked.
Katrina nodded. The couch was raised up on a dais, and the window between the rooms came down low enough that, even leaning back, she could see everything that happened.
Master Des kept his hand on Maia’s neck, holding her head in place as he slapped her cheek. Katrina winced.
“Face slapping is another possible letter F activity,” Dante murmured.
“You don’t scare me,” Maia snarled. “Do it again.”
“Are you giving me an order, wench?” Master Des’s voice deepened a touch.
Back-pedal, woman, back-pedal!
Maia froze for a moment, then snarled. “That’s right, I am, you coward.”
Dante whistled. “She’s going to get the spanking of her life later.”
Katrina laughed, but then Master Des slapped Maia’s other cheek, and Katrina winced.
“We don’t have to watch this if you find it difficult or disturbing.” Dante shifted her so he could see her face.
“It’s just the slap. Slapping seems…” Katrina trailed off.
“I know. Somehow waling on a woman’s bottom with a paddle seems less scandalous than even a gentle open-handed slap to the face.”
Katrina nodded. “Then again, when you’re aroused enough, anything goes.”
Dante cupped her breasts, squeezing them tight. “I could feel it.”
“My breasts?” she teased. “I suspect you can.”
His chuckle made his chest rumble against her back. “No, not your breasts, though they are, as I’ve mentioned, lovely breasts.” He plucked her nipples and Katrina’s eyes closed. “What I meant was I felt the moment you slid so deep into subspace that it wasn’t safe anymore.”
That made her stiffen. “Not safe?”
“Maybe I should have said that you didn’t know what safe was anymore. And it’s not a bad thing, Katrina. I mean it is, in that it’s never good when someone’s sense of self-preservation is muted. But it’s the ultimate form of trust and control between a Dom and his sub.”
Katrina turned her head to nuzzle his neck. “I trust you, Sir.”
His arms slid down, forearms crossing her waist in a hug. “And that is a huge honor.”
A scream jerked their attention back to the playroom.
Master Des held a short length of fabric. He was trying to gag Maia. She turned her head to the side and screamed again. This time Des was fast enough to jam the fabric between her teeth, tying it tightly behind her head. Maia’s hair was half under the gag, half out, spilling over her face. Usually, care was taken when gags were applied to make sure the sub’s hair was in place. Katrina felt anxious if she suspected her hair looked messy during a scene.
The sight of Maia’s hair, snarled and half bound by the gag, struck Katrina far harder than even the sight of the other woman being dragged into the room kicking and screaming. Tantruming subs weren’t actually that rare in clubs. Subs who threw tantrums and got hauled over knees for a spanking were the people Katrina had looked down on from atop her “perfect sub” pedestal.
Master Des flourished a knife, holding it in front of Maia’s face. He traced the flat of it down her cheek, then jerked the neck of her shirt away from her body and sliced through it. He shoved the fabric open exposing her black lace bra.
Master Des dropped the knife, grabbed the bra, and jerked it down, Maia’s tits springing free.
“Maybe if you beg, I’ll go easy on you, wench.”
Maia had been working the gag, rubbing it against her arm, and now she managed to spit it out. “Maybe if you let me go now, I won’t kill you.”
“Are you threatening me, princess?” Master Des reached for the gag with both hands and froze. Katrina couldn’t see his face because his back was to the window, but it was clear something was wrong.
“Des! Please be careful of your shoulder, my love.” Maia’s eyes, which had been narrowed in defiance were wide and concerned. Master Des lowered his right arm, gingerly shrugging that shoulder.
“Would you please wear the sling, Master?” Maia cajoled.
“Damn it, woman, you’re supposed to be terrified and fighting to protect your virtue.”
Maia snorted. “My virtue is long gone.”
“Keep it up and this will be fantasy not-rape.”
“You mean…normal consensual sex? Oh the horror.”
“No.” Des pushed the mask up to his forehead and pointed at her with his left hand. “I mean I’ll strap a magic wand to your thigh, just out of reach of your clit, and leave you here all damned weekend.”
Now that was a threat, and both Maia and Katrina winced.
Maia hung her head for a moment, bare breasts rising and falling slowly. Katrina snuggled back against Dante, whose cock was a hard bulge against one ass cheek.
“Feel better about this?” he asked her.
Katrina nodded. “Yes, Sir. I didn’t doubt that it was totally consensual, it was just…”
“Hard to watch??
“No, and that’s the problem. It’s was easy to watch, and I like it, but then my brain kicked in to remind me that she might be terrified and need real help.”
“Rape fantasies are normal, but have nothing in common with the actual horror that is rape. This is totally consensual and controlled. If I think something is going wrong, or she’s in either emotional or physical danger, I’ll step in.”
Katrina settled back to watch as Master Des removed his ski mask completely, stuffed the gag back in Maia’s mouth, and picked up the knife once more. He cut off her pants, then grabbed her panties and yanked them down.
Maia struggled, but very gently, mostly just moving her arms enough to make the chain rattle.
“Spread your legs, wench.”
>
Maia stepped wide, thrusting her pussy towards her Master’s face.
“Resist, woman.” He reached around and slapped her ass.
Maia looked down at the man kneeling at her feet, and a naughty expression crossed her face.
“Uh oh,” Katrina said.
Dante tensed. “What’s wrong?”
“I know that look. She’s going to provoke a punishment.”
“Another one? How can you tell?”
“Like I said, I know that look. Didn’t I tell you I used to help train subs?”
“You did. I don’t think so. She’s the one who wanted to try this scene. I think she’s going to go back to fighting him.”
“Nope,” Katrina told him. “Watch.”
Maia spat the gag out a second time and grinned. “That’s right, bitch, lick my pussy.”
“Oh hell no. She did not,” Dante said.
Katrina twisted to see his shocked, wide-eyed face. “She did.”
Dante humphed. “If you did that…”
Katrina perked up. “Yes, Sir? What would you do?”
“I’d spank you, finger you, fuck you, and not let you come.”
Katrina laughed. “It sounded like a lot of fun, right up until that last part.”
Dante humphed again.
In the playroom Master Des surged up, hooked one foot around Maia’s ankle and jerked her legs wide. With one hand he grabbed her nipple, pulling it down so she bent forward with a yelp.
Then he smacked her ass with his hand, the cracking sound loud and sharp. Her whole body moved with the force of the spanking, and slowly Maia’s head dropped forward as she sank into the punishment.
“That’s right, wench.” Master Des jerked open his pants, circling around behind her, cock out. “You’re mine, and I’m going to fuck this tight ass, whether you want it or not.”
Maia cried out, lifting up on her toes, as her Master thrust into her. He fucked her ass with no added lube, making her tits bounce. At one point Maia’s left foot slid out from under her and she was supported only by her wrists and her Master’s dick in her ass.
