by Jan Springer
She pressed her hand against the small of his back, forcing his belly closer to the plank. A leather belt was quickly lashed around his waist. She pulled it tight, pressing him against the wood.
An erotic tremor raced through him. He was a hostage of the cross and at the mercy of the princess bride. She could do anything she wanted to him.
Rachel quickly lashed his wrists and ankles and then she moved to the other side of the cross and something warm and slippery slipped over his penis. Her hands? Lube?
Pleasure shimmered through him as his cock reacted to the intimate touches. She stroked and squeezed and pulled until he was breathing heavily.
His erection throbbed and pulsed. He needed release.
“Do you want to come?” she whispered softly.
“Yes,” he groaned through gritted teeth.
“Not yet.”
Damn!
“Well, hell, I thought we were the ones who were going to do the pleasuring,” Royce grumbled as Rachel moved to him. The slurp of lube split the air and Ewan’s cock hardened even more as he remembered how intimately Rachel’s warm hands had just caressed his shaft with the slippery substance. A couple of minutes later, Royce was groaning.
While Rachel kept herself busy with Royce, Ewan took the opportunity to pull against his restraints. He could barely move. The binds were secure, but if he tried hard enough…
The sound of the door closing made him relax. A little.
Rachel had left.
“We may as well sit back and enjoy our luck,” Royce said in a guttural voice.
“Yeah,” Ewan replied. Might as well look on the bright side. He would enjoy the princess bride’s attention. But only for so long, because he had a huge surprise in store for her.
Something she wouldn’t see coming.
* * * * *
Jaxie searched for Rachel everywhere. The woman had simply vanished. If she couldn’t find Rachel, then who in the world was running her club?
Oh man, this ménage she’d so carefully planned was going down faster than Dorothy’s farmhouse in a tornado, she thought as she walked out of the women's locker room with her robe pockets stuffed with condoms and the key to the room she’d picked from the top hat.
Damn Rachel for screwing her plans!
Jaxie stiffened with sudden awareness. Rachel was always telling her that Jaxie planned things too much. That she needed to be more spontaneous. Is this what had happened? Had Rachel changed Jaxie’s well-laid plans?
Excitement zipped through her.
Oh heck! There was only one way to find out.
It took her only moments to slip into the Crystal Room. The instant she did, she relaxed.
Tinkles of sound greeted her as warm air flowed out of the air vents and against the chandeliers, causing them to sway gently. Dangling from each of fixture were crystal wind chimes that clinked against each other. She’d always loved that sound. And she enjoyed how the reflections of the crystals flickered off the walls.
Movement from the far corner of the room made her freeze.
There, in the darkness, were her two gladiators. They’d been secured to the crosses. Muscles bulged in their arms and legs as they moved against their restraints.
Wow. Naked and at her mercy.
Well, she was a control freak, so maybe she’d enjoy doing what she wanted to do to them. Maybe she could get them so mad and aroused they would take her forcefully?
She blew out a tense breath, placed the crystal key on a shelf, and tiptoed further into the room.
The gladiators must have heard her, for they both stiffened.
She remained silent because she didn’t want to give away her identity. Besides, they both appeared familiar, despite wearing black hoods and masks.
Especially the one to her right. His back was to her, yet he had the same body type like Ewan.
She could take out her frustrations on that gladiator. Pretend it was Ewan. Oh boy, it would be a very nice pretend.
But she would start with the gladiator to her left. His cock was truly engorged. Almost painfully so. Perhaps she could create a little bit more pain?
Jaxie smiled as she walked to a nearby wall where several whips and paddles hung on a rack. She’d handpicked everything for this room. Now was her turn to try some of the items.
She grabbed one of the cat-o-nine tails. This particular one had several individual braided ropes that ended with knots. Woven into those nubs were small, smooth crystals that would some friction and pain when the crystal-laden tails hit sensitive flesh.
Jaxie moved closer to the gladiator facing her. He was breathing heavily and a sheen of perspiration laced his forehead and the muscles in his chest and arms bulged as he moved against the restraints.
Oh dear, the gladiator didn’t seem to like being tied to a cross. She smiled at his discomfort, reached out and trailed her fingertips over his chest. His muscles flexed beneath her touch.
He didn’t have any chest hairs. She liked that. She’d tried to get Ewan to shave off his chest hairs too because she didn’t much care for the curly hair in her mouth when she kissed him there. She’d loved kissing his chest.
But he’d refused to do the deed. Now she had a man without hair.
She lowered her gaze. He’d even shaved himself…down there.
Her mouth watered as she spied that thick, juicy erection. She’d get a taste of that throbbing flesh in a little while, but right now, she wanted to inflict some pain. Wanted to make herself forget everything that had happened since that avalanche.
She took a couple of steps back, artfully lifted her whip, and brought it down on the gladiator’s very nice-looking chest.
He groaned sexily the instant the tails snapped against his body. She gasped as a red line appeared. The gladiator didn’t so much as protest. She hit him again. And again, watching how his hands clenched into tight fists as he embraced the pain.
She enjoyed the way his body danced as the lashes hit his powerful flesh. Compared to his first groan, the rest were restrained. The erotic sounds of his guttural voice sent shivers of excitement racing through her. The numerous sweet red marks invoked an odd tenderness inside her.
Leaning over, she softly brushed her lips against one of the welts.
He inhaled sharply. He must like having her mouth upon his flesh. Arousal flared through her and she kissed a slow line down the middle of his belly. The muscles in his taut abdomen rippled beneath her mouth.
Very responsive. Very nice.
She looked down and noticed his cock had been lubed with a reddish color. She caught a whiff of strawberry scent. Rachel had planned well for her.
Strawberry-scented natural edible massage oil had been rubbed onto his shaft. The oil would make him slippery in her mouth.
She inhaled a deep breath and gathered courage. She could do this to a stranger. She would do this. She wanted to experience the full spectrum of a ménage, and that included oral sex.
She placed the whip down on the floor, out of the way, and grabbed a cushion from a nearby chair. She placed the cushion on the floor between the gladiator’s thighs and dropped to her knees before him.
He seemed tense, alert, his head slightly tilted as he watched her through the slits in his mask. She smiled at his curiosity and placed her hands around his jerking shaft. She hadn’t had a man’s penis in her mouth since Ewan, and that had been a long time ago.
This man’s cock was a little larger and a little thicker than Ewan’s. A tighter squeeze into her mouth and into her pussy. Or ass.
She swallowed at the sudden tension sweeping through her.
She could do this. She wanted to do this. Needed to push Ewan away.
Leaning forward, she moved her face closer to the well-hung gladiator’s shaft. The luscious odor of strawberries permeated the air. She moaned softly as she teased her lips with the tip of his strawberry-scented, plum-shaped cockhead, using it as if it were lipstick.
His breaths came faster as she slurp
ed some of the lube into her mouth.
Hmm, yummy. She could hear the other gladiator’s breaths growing faster too. It was good to know both men were aroused.
She moved her head forward and the hot head of his large cockhead slipped past her lips. It was a tight squeeze, just as she thought it would be. She allowed his shaft to slide deeper into her mouth, and then stopped when he hit her tonsils. She wrapped her hand around an area near her mouth, knowing she should go no further, once she began to suck him.
His swollen flesh jerked as Jaxie began a slow bob of her head, licking his flesh, and tightening her mouth. His penis stretched her lips, made them feel a bit bruised and tingly. She caressed the hard length of his shaft with her lips, stroked his rigid flesh with her tongue and slowly moved into a rapid bob of her head.
He tried to gyrate his hips, to thrust forward, but Rachel had tied him very nicely to the cross.
Jaxie slurped and then rasped her teeth along his flesh, giving him quite an arrangement of friction. His groans grew louder. She loved the sounds and she enjoyed the feeling of his thickness in her mouth.
He was hard, his flesh jerking and pulsing. When she sensed he would come, she stopped and moved away. He swore softly. His voice was thick and strangled, his breathing rough and uneven.
His shaft was ultra-hard and so swollen, she bet he was extremely frustrated and ready to come.
Good. Now she would go to the next gladiator.
She picked up the cat-o-nine tails.
Royce couldn’t slow his breathing.
Wow! She knew how to mouth fuck. She’d brought him right to the edge where he would have come within a second, and then she’d backed off. He could barely collect his thoughts or his composure as she moved away from him.
Is this what she’d done to Ewan when they’d been together? The man was utterly mad letting her go.
He stiffened as she gently kissed the tip of his cock. Then, to his disappointment, she stood and strolled over to Ewan.
Ewan appeared tense. His body seemed to be stiff with awareness as she drew close to him. Her mask shimmered beneath the dim lights and Ewan’s dark mask did a good job in hiding his face and emotions. But Royce didn’t miss the muscles twitching in Ewan’s shoulders or the tenseness shifting though his body as the princess bride approached him.
Had he been in Ewan’s place, listening to the erotic moans of a female going down on some guy, he’d get a little excited and tense himself.
The tiny crystals interwoven within the knots of the straps sparkled as Jaxie rose the whip. Royce gasped along with Ewan as the tails struck his back muscles. She lifted the toy again, and with a flick of her wrist brought the lashes down, this time upon his buttocks. Thin red streaks appeared across his cheeks.
Wow, that must sting like a bitch. His own flesh still tingled and burned perfectly from where she’d laid the tails. He liked that she wasn’t afraid to hurt. Liked it that she could be so sexually adventurous.
She continued whipping Ewan with lashes expertly placed on various areas of his flesh. He grinned when, with her free hand, she reached down and undid the sash on her robe. The robe parted slightly and she slid her hand between her thighs.
It appeared she got turned on while giving a little pain with her pleasure.
Interesting.
Ewan winced at each impact, but quickly melted into the pleasure pain that followed as the sizzling whips struck him. He’d enjoyed listening to Royce groaning as the princess bride mouth fucked him. His cock, already throbbing from Rachel’s handling, had grown harder. The edges of the wooden hole in the wood were starting to close in and squeeze his flesh just like a cock ring.
He didn’t know how much longer he could take it before he was forced into saying the safe word so she’d stop. It wasn’t the pain but the pleasure that was becoming too intense. He hadn’t known he was into pleasure-pain. He liked it, but right now he just wanted to start fucking her.
Several more lashes followed. Less intense. More gentle. Heat and pain melted together. Finally he could hold back no longer.
He groaned a warning.
The whipping immediately stopped. Her breathing was harsh and erratic. Ewan sensed she was quite aroused. He held his breath as she walked in front of him. She must have seen his intense erection, because her breathing grew louder.
He wished she wasn’t wearing her mask. Wished he could look right into her eyes and see exactly how aroused she was. Her robe was open, giving him a breathtaking glimpse of her breasts as she moved in front of him and the cross. He tensed as she reached down and something touched the tip of his aching shaft.
A finger? No. Condom. Yes!
She sheathed him quickly and then enveloped his cock.
Tight. Warm.
Pussy.
He groaned his approval.
Chapter Six
Jaxie grabbed the cross boards, and with one solid thrust of her hips, she impaled herself on the thick column of the long shaft protruding through the hole of the cross. His swollen length slid deep into her snug vagina, making her moan. His solid flesh pulsed against her pussy walls, stretching her and she clenched tightly around his erection, welcoming the intrusion.
He groaned as he sunk into her.
She gasped and trembled with excitement. It was such a unique position for her to be in, to be fucking a cock with a partition separating them. It should have felt impersonal. It didn’t.
Instead it was sexy, and she was hot with the fever to fuck him.
Unable to wait any longer to grab her satisfaction, she gyrated her hips upon his penis, and ground her pelvis against the juncture of the smooth cross. She leaned closer to him, and tugged her robe aside, allowing her breasts to press against his bare chest.
She wished she could kiss him, but her damned mask would fall off and her identity would be revealed.
Whipping these two men had unleashed a naughtiness inside her that she never knew she possessed. She’d snapped the cat-o-nine tails over their flesh and had easily become transfixed at how a man’s muscles flexed as the whips hit in a certain way. Then, she decided she loved the way a man danced when the cat-o-nine tails inflicted a little more pain. When she’d finally broke this gladiator and he’d groaned, she lost all her self-control.
As she rode him, shudders lashed her like sweet electrical currents. Pleasure arced through her every fiber. The sweet tension that had been building inside of her since arriving in this room finally exploded. Pleasure snapped around her like wicked little whips.
Perspiration whispered over her skin. She fought to breathe and rode him harder, nearing the edge of bliss. She pulled her body back, making his cockhead come to the entrance of her pussy and then she thrust her hips forward allowing his flesh to sink deep inside of her vagina. He moaned and groaned, the sounds both barbaric and beautiful.
She tensed and held tighter to the planks as her orgasm roared into her. Suddenly her mind shattered, her body jerked. She rocked against him. Harder and harder, accepting the hot ecstasy that crashed over her.
The pleasure flames licked her, lashed her and then consumed her until she was a mindless vessel, panting and whimpering and loving this paradise.
He grunted and groaned, and suddenly his flesh jerked inside of her and his hot seed swept into the condom.
All too soon the luscious spasms of ebbed, and it took all her strength to unleash his cock from her. Reluctantly, she moved away from him. Her legs wobbled. Her breaths came in spurts. For a few moments, she could only stand there, her eyes almost blind, her body trembling.
She knew that soon she’d have to unleash them and allow them to take her. But not before she had a little more fun.
As her vision cleared, Jaxie smiled when she spied a nearby tray filled with toys and more packages of condoms. Why hadn’t she noticed the tray until just now? For heaven’s sake, she’d been so preoccupied. Too preoccupied with whipping them.
She gazed at the assortment of toys. Rachel and she
handpicked toys for the Key Club from their friend, Jewel, who owned an adult toy shop. Once every two weeks, the three of them got together for a business lunch and poured over the catalogs that Jewel supplied. Other times, they met at Jewel’s store and shopped for the toys.
For the Crystal Room, she’d stuck with the gem theme, even for the toys. She grinned as she saw the crystal nipple clamps on the tray. This should be nice and painful. Just enough to get each of them frustrated and angry.
Yeah, she wanted them mad.
Pushing the cart, she walked over to the gladiator she’d first played with. Perspiration dotted his bare chest and his shaft was exquisitely erect.
Oh, it appeared he’d enjoyed the show between the other gladiator and herself.
Good.
She kept her robe open, allowing him to gaze upon her nakedness. Through the slits in his mask, she swore she could see lust in his eyes.
Reaching out, she touched both his nipples. He gasped as she pinched them just a little extra hard, twisting and pulling. When they were firm and erect and he was gasping, Jaxie quickly grabbed the clamps and snapped on first one and then the other.
He hissed as each clamp bit into his nipple and his breathing picked up speed again. A light sheen of perspiration dotted his chest. His long and swollen shaft jerked and looked an angry shade of red.
Oh yes, he was so ready to be fucked.
Now, what kind of sweet torture could she use on his cock? Ahh, a crystal-studded pussy sleeve. The sleeve was flesh thin and she picked it up and admired the perfectly rounded and smoothed studs. This particular toy was always being depleted in her inventory. After using toys, her members were allowed to take them home with them. If they didn’t, the cleaning team discarded them. Her club was kept hygienic and patrons knew it. It was why she remained in business and why they kept coming back.
He groaned as she slipped a condom onto his shaft and then expertly slid the pussy sleeve onto his penis. It was a very tight squeeze. Probably a bit uncomfortable for him. But he’d get his release soon when she took his cock into her vagina.
