Zane laughed into her beautiful raven hair. “Oh, you’re just pissed because you’ve realized I’m your kinda bastard.”
Walking over to his desk, he opened a drawer and removed two glasses and a bottle of Jim Beam. “Drink?”
“I really shouldn’t, but—”
“Just a small one won’t hurt, babe.” He poured out two large slugs of bourbon. “This will help you relax.”
Fuck, she was beautiful. He couldn’t take his eyes from her. She’d dressed sexy again, and he knew that Sabine had done it to arouse him. Super tight trousers emphasized her cute, tight, fuckable ass. At the front, they clung to her curves so tightly he could clearly make out the mound of her sweet cunt. She wore an equally tight T-shirt, which enhanced the beauty of her perfect breasts. Deliberately braless again, he could see that her aroused nipples were pierced.
“I just became a little overwhelmed last week, Zane. One drop-dead gorgeous Sybar guy, I can handle, but three identical Sybar fuck machines like you and your brothers was just too much for me to get my head around.”
“It’s just me today, babe.” His voice comforted her. “On reflection, Sabine, the humiliation of a public spanking was probably a little over the top.”
She caressed his bottom lip. That touch, her touch, ignited something primitive within him. He needed to possess her, all of her. Fuck her sweet cunt until she couldn’t stop coming.
“You accessed my thoughts, Zane. We both know I wanted and needed a spanking. Like you said, my momma should have whupped my bare ass years ago.”
He smiled. “Have another drink. I’m fully aware I spanked you to orgasm in the end.”
“That obvious, huh?” Looking slightly embarrassed, she continued, “I thought I hid it pretty well from you three boys.”
“Oh, babe, you’ll learn. I can access your thoughts and experience them on my own. When the three of us Deveraux boys are together, absolutely nothing is hidden.”
He kissed her then, his mouth possessing and dominating hers. He could tell she liked being his submissive. Well, that was just fine because he and his brothers just loved being dominant.
He took her empty glass, noticing her beautifully manicured nails decorated with a sexy, deep red polish as he did so.
“Come on. I’ll show you around the club. Everyone else has gone home. It’s just you and me, babe.”
They left his office and walked across the bar area where they’d first met. Just a dim security light lit their way. The shutters were pulled down at the bar, guarding the expensive optics full of exotic booze and vending machines crammed with cigarettes.
He thought Sabine was secreting more female Sybar hormone than usual, so strong was his attraction to her now. She invaded his thoughts, he dominated hers.
“This way, babe.”
He pushed a door open and revealed a staircase that descended into semidarkness. Her apprehension registered in his thoughts.
“No need to be worried, Sabine. You’re safe with me.”
He took the lead down the steep steps. She followed, her hands resting on his shoulders for reassurance. At the bottom they came to a large, heavy reinforced door.
She laughed nervously. “Is this what I think it is, Zane?”
He turned the large old-fashioned key noisily in the lock and then pushed the heavy, imposing door open. They walked inside.
Looking across at her, he noticed her eyes widen. “The dungeon is our most prized facility here at Lucifer’s,” he boasted. “The booths upstairs all have a large glass area so members can watch each other fucking. You’d be amazed at how many people get off on voyeurism.”
“Like Hunter and Kaden,” she joked. “I’ll wager their cocks are still hard from watching that spanking you gave me last week.”
“Yeah, a pair of prize perverts, those two, but real nice guys when you get to know them better.” He stroked his fingers down her cheek as he stared intently at her. “Which you will.”
He reached across and put his hand inside her T-shirt, molding and squeezing her breasts, tugging at her nipple rings. She turned to him, allowing him full access.
He continued, “I like the dungeon best though. Once that big old door is locked shut, it’s totally private.” He kissed her cheek. “What do you think of the place, Sabine?”
“It doesn’t seem to lack for anything.”
“Yep, we’ve got a rack over there if you’re into being stretched and tortured, and manacles on the walls if you think you deserve or would like to give someone a good whipping. We’ve got a real good selection of sex toys down here, too. All shapes, all sizes. Does it turn you on, babe?” He placed a hand between her legs. “I’ll know if you’re lying.”
“Yes, you know it does, Zane. I’m turned on by all of you Deveraux boys.” She rubbed his prick, enjoying the obvious bulge in his jeans. “I know I turn you on, cowboy.” She scanned the dungeon, a faint smile on her lips. “What’s that over there?”
Zane could feel their Sybar connection becoming stronger with each passing moment. “Ah, I see you’ve spotted the bondage table.”
Covered in washable black vinyl and standing about two and a half feet tall, the table looked innocuous at first sight.
He took a deep breath. “It’s time to cut the crap, Sabine. I want to fuck your wet cunt so bad, it hurts.” He stared at her, now was not the time to break eye contact. “You know it, and I know it. It’s my place to dominate, and it’s your place to submit to my domination. That’s the natural order of things in our world.” He roughly squeezed her cheeks together, smearing her bright red lipstick with his thumb. “Do you understand?”
She gently touched his hand, using her femininity to persuade him to release his hold. “Yes, Zane.”
“Good girl. Now we understand each other. Sit on the bondage table.”
She complied with his instructions.
“You are one impressive lady, Sabine, beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, and sexy.” His words made her smile a broad, genuinely happy smile. “You, babe, are the complete package.”
“I need balance in my life, Zane. I work in a highly pressurized environment, and even though I’m only young, I’m in charge of a lot of people.” She grimaced slightly. “Sometimes this can prove quite stressful. When you take control, it allows me to let go and relax, be myself.”
“I know. It works well for me, too. I need to be in charge. Don’t know any other way.”
Throwing back her head, she laughed. “Let’s get one thing straight, Zane. I’m not the little lady who will cook and clean all the time for you and your brothers. I have a career that I love immensely. So I won’t be ironing your shirts anytime soon or fetching you a beer, but,” she paused momentarily, holding his gaze, “when it comes to sex, I’m willing to let you be in charge because it suits my needs.” She playfully tapped his nose with a well-manicured finger. “It turns me on, cowboy.”
He kissed her lips, making her smile again. “Well, I’m real glad we’ve got that figured out. Now kneel on the bondage table with your cute little ass resting on your heels.”
She complied.
“Now I’m gonna do with you as I see fit. No need for you to worry your pretty little head. I’ll make all the decisions. Understand?”
“Yes, Zane. What are you going to do to me?”
Without answering her, he walked to the side of the dungeon and picked up two large, leather, buckled restraints.
“Zane, are you going to answer me?”
“Put your wrists against your ankles.” He looked at her sternly. “I’m only gonna tell you once.”
She complied, and using the restraints, he securely tied her wrists and ankles together.
“Not too tight, please, Zane.”
“I decide how tight they are. Keep your knees on the table then lean back.”
She did as he ordered, a huge arch to her back. With her shins beneath her, her head almost touched the table.
“What are you going to do
now, Zane?”
He could see that her pupils had dilated, and her chest rose and fell quickly as a direct result of her increased breathing and awareness. Lying there completely at his mercy, she looked so goddamned fuckable. The feminine bulge of her pussy just begged to be filled.
“Answer me, Zane.”
“You only speak if I give you permission to. Understand?”
She nodded her agreement, her lips slightly parted, her breathing labored.
Taking a blindfold, he covered her eyes. She moaned in protest as he did so before calming herself in acceptance of his dominance.
An eerie silence filled the room as he watched her. Along with her quick breathing, he noticed her body had started to tremble. He knew she wanted to shout out, Where are you, Zane? I need to see you. He could read her emotions clearly now. A heady mixture of fear and sexual excitement.
He took a seven-inch serrated hunting knife from his boot, tapping the blade against the metal legs of the bondage table. He monitored her response. Her head moved quickly from side to side, but he still had her complete obedience, and she didn’t cry out. He delved into her thoughts. Confusion and uncertainty had now joined the fear and excitement.
He pressed a finger to her full lips, a silent instruction, telling her not to speak. Her teeth gently nipped at his finger, a sure sign that despite her uncomfortable position, she was enjoying the experience.
Zane briefly touched the cold steel of the blade to her cheek, noting her surprised expression. He paused for a moment before roughly slicing her T-shirt from waist to neckline and then pulling it completely from her body with a violent yank that made her gasp.
Fuck, her breasts were beautiful, and those pierced nipples of hers really turned him on. He put a hand on his jeans, a feeling of satisfaction at the hardness. He guessed from the way her breasts heaved that her cunt was already wet, just waiting to be fucked.
Zane smiled to himself. He’d soon know for sure. He took the knife and started to slowly cut her trousers away. The coldness of the blade occasionally touched her silken skin, making her jolt involuntarily.
He wanted this woman so much it hurt. She was almost perfect. Her hair, her skin, her breasts. Pulling the severed trousers from her bound body, he groaned out loud.
“Oh, fuck, no panties.” His eyes feasted on the most beautiful pussy he had ever seen. Completely smooth, baby smooth, not a hint of the plucked-chicken look he’d seen on other women.
Finding it hard to hold the cum in his balls, he blurted out, “Oh, Sabine, baby, you are one hot chick.”
Chapter Five
Sabine could sense his sexual arousal, and it only excited her more. She knew that her pussy was soaking wet and her nipples taut and aroused. It frustrated her that she could only access the thoughts he allowed her to. Sybar men had the better deal, finding it far easier to delve into the female Sybar hopes, dreams, and desires.
Being blindfolded meant she was unsure of his position. This only added to her sexual anticipation. Suddenly, from nowhere, the words “Oh, my God” tore from her lips. She could feel his warm breath on her pussy as he sucked her clit ring into his mouth, delicately teasing her hood away from her oh-so-sensitive nub before letting his tongue linger and tantalize her clit.
“Zane, oh, fuck, Zane.”
She pulled at her restraints, but they held her fast.
“Please.”
How she cursed her captivity. She so wanted to fist her hands into his beautiful blond locks and force his face into her wet cunny.
“Oh, God, Zane.”
“Shhh, you’re not allowed to speak,” he whispered admonishing her.
Sabine could feel his thumbs push her vaginal lips apart as he buried his tongue deep within her, tasting, teasing, and arousing her. He was allowing her to access his thoughts now. Visions of his hard dick flooded her brain. She could clearly sense his enjoyment and adoration of her pussy. This only made her wetter still.
“Oh, Zane.”
He pulled at her nipple rings, stretching her excited peaks taut, arousing them. The experience, so close to pain but giving her unlimited pleasure, threatened to overwhelm her senses. She adored the combined sensations of pleasure and pain and Zane, beautiful Zane, was a master in creating such desire within her.
He’d ordered her not to speak, but such were the emotions going through her body that she had to disobey him.
“Oh, Zane, that feels so good, keep going.” Her words were breathy and rushed as her hands struggled against the restraints once more.
Yet more pleasure. He gently brushed a finger across her asshole, and she felt something cool and soothing against her puckered hole. She knew Zane was preparing her butt with lube before he eased his finger into her anus. This was a completely new feeling for her, blowing her mind as he pushed it repeatedly into her ass. He pulled at her nipple ring hard, his tongue lapped at her engorged clit, her delicately fingered ass, so sensitive, just so sensitive.
“Zane, oh, God, Zane.”
His thoughts and masculinity overpowered her now as her body and mind moved into a twilight world where fantasy and reality started to merge.
Surely now all three brothers were pleasuring her? So good were the feelings that coursed through her body, and so magical was Zane’s presence. She thought it couldn’t get any better, but then the intensity of her sexual arousal reached a new peak.
An overwhelming sense of happiness and well-being started to invade her body. Her breathing went into overdrive, and her nipples became hypersensitive as Zane pulled at her pierced peak once again. Her head started to shake uncontrollably from side to side.
“Zane, please.” Her words were almost pleading. The inner muscles of her wanton pussy seemed to grab his tongue as it captured her wetness. Her ass muscles clamped down as his probing fingers penetrated her deeper still.
Her acceptance of him allowed her to let go completely as she experienced her first ever climax with a Sybar male.
“Zane, oh, fuck, Zane.”
Endorphins flooded her brain. Her long fingernails dug into her shins as the exquisite sensation continued unabated. Her bound body only added to the excitement as her orgasm mind-fucked her once more.
Then she was done, finally done. Sweat poured from her body as her breathing started to return to normal. Her hands relaxed once more, allowing the sensitive muscles of her cunny to do the same.
“Zane.” Her voice barely a whisper.
He started to stroke her long hair, letting her know he was right there.
“Zane, I love you.”
She felt him pull a stray hair from the corner of her mouth. His sexy drawl washed over her. “You sure enjoyed that, babe.”
She giggled. “Was it that obvious? Now untie me, you horny bastard.”
“No way, Sabine. I like you all hog-tied, and you sure enjoy it, too.”
“Well, at least remove the blindfold.” She blew him a kiss. “Please, pretty please.”
“Okay, as you’ve asked me so nicely.”
It took a few seconds for her eyes to become accustomed to the light once more. When Zane came into focus, her heart skipped a beat. What a beautiful man he was. Tall, muscular, and horny as fuck.
“What are you going to do to me now, cowboy?” She wanted another orgasm, but this time she knew only Zane’s prick deep inside her wet cunny would do the trick.
He looked at her mischievously. “Well, to start with, babe, I thought you might enjoy this.” He walked to a box in the corner of the dungeon and withdrew a large vibrator. “You like rabbits, don’t you, Sabine?” He switched it on, holding it up for her to see its whirling shaft.
Her eyes opened wide. “It’s huge. Keep that thing away from me.”
He laughed. “Baby, it’s nothing compared to the real thing. You need to get used to this little fella before his big brother fills your cute little hole good and proper.”
It suddenly occurred to her that she’d not seen Zane’s cock in the flesh. He
was joking, right? That vibrator was a good nine inches and thick, too. When Zane spanked her, she’d seen Kaden and Hunter’s pricks as they’d masturbated. She guessed they were about ten inches. Surely, Zane was just bragging?
He placed the whirling tip of the sex toy against her nipple.
She momentarily closed her eyes. “My nips are just so sensitive, Zane. That’s why I had them pierced, to give me extra pleasure.” She breathed in deeply. “Oh, that feels so good.”
“Pity it’s not the real thing, Sabine. There’s nothing I’d like to do more at this moment than spill my seed over your creamy tits.”
He placed a hand to his meat as if to prove the point. He moved the artificial orgasmatron to her other breast, and she noticed her nipple harden and lengthen beneath it.
“Stop teasing me, cowboy. You know I want you to fuck my pussy.” Irritation laced her voice. “You can access my desires. Just fuck me, Zane.”
He looked amused. “You sure are in a hurry, lady. Patience is a virtue. Didn’t your Momma teach you that?”
He trailed the sex toy down her body, lingering briefly at her belly button before reaching her clit.
Their eyes connected.
“You like that, baby?”
“You know I do, you bastard.”
“I’ve never been anything else.”
She was really getting into this now, but lovely as the feeling was, it could never replace the intense sensation of Zane deep inside her pussy. Filling her so completely.
“Zane.”
“Just a little longer, Sabine.”
He took the whirling tip from her clit, and in one smooth movement, pushed it all the way home. It sucked the air from her lungs as it invaded her body. She struggled against the restraints at the sheer size of it. Jesus, it was big.
“Zane.”
Closing her eyes, she started to drift into fantasy. Zane was inside her cunny, filling it, teasing her clit. Oh, fuck, this felt good. She knew he was delving into her thoughts. She could sense it, sense him monitoring, experiencing, even creating the desire within her, controlling her.
“Oh, Zane.”
Feeling sure Hunter and Kaden were there, too, she let out a little moan. “Oh, God.”
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