“A submissive, sweetheart. Power play? Dominance? Bondage? Any of this ringing a bell in that pretty head of yours?” The girl had bravado, but she wasn’t being cruel, and the dark gray of the dress made her look incredibly sensual. Cara found herself jealous of the girl’s bravery and knowledge.
“I’ve heard, but, I— I mean I’ve never—”
“It’s okay, give it a chance.” The guy’s voice rumbled and she saw him looking out across the floor, his gaze trailing over some of the things on the walls. “You may find out you like it a lot.”
“Do you like it?” She almost whispered it, but he was close enough to hear her. His intense eyes moved back to hers, a cocky tilt of his lips making him look impossibly handsome.
“I love it. If I’m lucky, I’ll be strapped to one of those crosses being whipped before midnight, by one of these gentleman. And if I’m really lucky, maybe I’ll finally find a Dom who wants me for more than a night.” His words were shockingly honest, and she simultaneously realized that this guy was here for, well, other guys, and that he was hoping to find someone permanent.
The girl next to him grinned. “I have my fingers crossed for you, Scott, but until that opportunity comes up for me I’m just going to enjoy myself.” The girl looked at Cara and smiled sweetly. “You’ll learn fast, just go with what you like. Let them push the boundaries of what you think you’ll like and you might learn some things about yourself. Just remember to have fun, and if it stops being fun, use your safe word. I’m Cassidy, by the way.” Cassidy reached over and squeezed her hand, and then the lighting changed.
The whole room took on a dark red glow as reddish lights lit up a variety of contraptions around the room. Conversation stuttered, and then increased again. In the new light it was actually easier to see, and Cara found herself studying the longing in Scott’s face. It disappeared when he noticed her looking at him. “Good luck, girl. Hope you find what you’re looking for.” Then he was walking forward. Dark leather pants encasing his legs, he looked like walking sex. Any man interested in men would be an idiot not to be looking. Cara shouldn’t be looking, and she was.
“Remember, don’t think about it, just go for it.” Cassidy smiled.
“Thank you, Cassidy, um, I’ll try.” Cara tried to sound as brave as her, but Cassidy just shrugged and strolled forward into the space. With a deep breath, Cara walked forward too. She found her hips swaying to the beat of the music. She’d always liked dancing, she just never went. After a few minutes she wasn’t paying attention to the people around her, she was just standing near a pillar and moving to the heavy beat of the music.
“Enjoying yourself?” A voice to her right made her jump. The man was openly checking her out, his eyes stopping at the edge of her dress, pausing at the dip of her waist, again at the swell of her breasts, and then his eyes found hers.
“I think… yes.” Cara felt her nerves spike. This man was in a nice button down, the sleeves rolled up across strong forearms. He was older than her, maybe mid-thirties, early forties, but he looked good for his age. Under the shirt his shoulders were broad, and it made her think of some of the professors she sometimes fantasized about.
“Step forward.” His voice was clear, direct, and she found herself stepping away from the pillar before she could process it. He took a few slow steps around her, and the tension in her made her shake a little. Too much adrenaline, not enough action, her muscles wanted her to move. When he stepped back in front of her he was so close his shirt brushed the fabric of her dress. “Gorgeous.”
“Thank you…” Cara whispered. Where had people like this been when she was having self-confidence issues in high school? She felt special, wanted, craved. Things she had never felt before.
“I’d like to touch you, to show you some things. Interested?” The man’s fingers trailed lightly down her arm, before lifting the hand Ben had scrawled the V across. His eyes were suddenly on hers, bold and powerful. It struck a chord deep inside her and she found herself wanting him to do whatever he wanted, to show her what this unknown part of her was responding to. A sharp cry to her left made her head snap to the side. A redhead was chained to one of the pillars, her arms wrapped around the sides, and the man behind her was holding the black paddle Cara had fantasized about. Her breathing increased, and she gasped when the man next to her grabbed her chin and turned her face back to his. It wasn’t painful, but the message was clear. Pay attention. “Are you interested?”
Cara nodded as much as the grip on her chin allowed, and she felt her mouth go dry even as she grew wet between her thighs.
“Tell me your name.”
“Cara.”
“I’m Adam. What is your safe word, Cara?” His grip on her chin relaxed a little, and she felt his thumb trace along her jaw line and down the side of her neck.
“Peach.” She spoke softly, but the edge of his mouth tilted up in a half smile.
“That sounds about right.” He touched her elbow and guided her to a couch, pressing her down onto it before he sat next to her, his hand landing on her thigh. “Have you ever played before, Cara?”
She shook her head.
“I’m very happy that I found you first then.” Adam’s smile sent chills over her that sparked down her spine and met the heat between her thighs. “Has anyone ever spanked you before? In bed?” His eyes were tracing the neckline of her dress, making her squirm with the urge to be touched. Her nerve endings were buzzing with the anticipation of what was going to happen.
“A few times.” Her voice was breathy, and she couldn’t seem to get her heart to calm down. Instead her pulse only pounded harder when his fingers pushed the hem of her dress up, it reminded her of Saif and she felt a whine of need rise up in her chest.
“Did it ever hurt?” His other hand came up to the side of her face, his thumb brushing her lips.
“No.” Cara answered immediately.
“Did you want it to?” Adam’s eyes were on hers. He was so in control, so unabashed with the question. There wasn’t judgment in his eyes, there was lust.
“Yes.” She whispered, and he kissed her. His lips barely brushed hers at first, and she pushed forward to meet his mouth. He gripped the back of her neck and held her still. The kiss was teasingly gentle after such a question. The warmth of his lips moved against hers, and she wanted to touch him but something kept her fists balled uselessly in her lap. His head tilted and his tongue parted her lips. It was a slow exploration of her mouth, his tongue moving against hers, a soft groan rising out of him as his hand slid higher between her thighs. Cara found herself parting them, angling herself so he could reach the damp lace of her panties. He pressed her lips more firmly against his as he deftly moved fabric aside and brushed the slick skin of her pussy. Her hips lifted and she moaned against his mouth, his grip tightened on her neck, his tongue controlled the kiss, and she felt something release inside her.
This. This is what was missing.
He pushed a finger inside her, and when he found her wet, a second followed. Thrusting sharply, the pleasure buzzing over her skin only amplified by the ache of his sharp movements.
How many times had she been disappointed by sex? How many times had she waited for her boyfriend to go to sleep to finish herself so she could sleep? Adam bit her lip and she gasped, arching her back, lifting her hips to meet his fingers. How did this stranger know what she needed? Her hands moved and she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer so she could rock her hips harder against his hand, sharpening his thrusts until each movement of his fingers was pleasure with a tinge of pain.
His hands left her suddenly and she whimpered, but then his hands were clamped around her wrists, drawing them together so he could hold them in her lap. His other hand slid around her waist before sliding over the round of her ass, and squeezing. “I want to spank you, Cara.” His eyes were challenging her, daring her to accept his offer. “And it’s going to hurt.” Her breath caught, her tongue frozen in her mou
th.
Yes! Her body screamed, her hips rolled, and her fists clenched with the promise of what he could do. She wanted to know what this was like, she needed to know!
“Nod for me so I know you’re okay.” His clear voice returned some of her motor skills and she nodded sharply. He smiled and his tongue moved across his bottom lip. “If you want me to stop, say your safe word. Otherwise, I’m going to do what I want with you. Understand?” Another nod as electricity sparked down her spine, making her skin tingle, her body awake and hungry. His hand twisted in her hair, firmly but not painfully and he shifted on the couch until he could draw her across his lap. Her chest ended up on the cushion, her hips tilting her ass up directly over his lap. She could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants and she suddenly wanted to kneel between his legs, to feel his hand in her hair like it was now as he thrust into her mouth. Her mind was caught up in that visual until he slid the hem of her dress up over her hips and the cooler air made her aware of how exposed she was. “Help me with these, Samuel.”
“Happy to.” Another man’s voice was behind her, but Adam’s grip on her hair made it impossible to turn her head. She felt hands drawing her panties down and wetness flooded between her thighs, a tremor moving through her body as she waited for someone to touch her again.
“You have beautiful skin, Cara.” Adam spoke on a growl, his fingers sliding between her thighs again to thrust inside her. She squirmed and pushed back against his touch as much as possible in her position. She wanted this, she wanted it more than anything, she wanted to let go. His fingers left her and his hand came down sharply across her ass, the sting of it making her jump. It was much harder than any of her boyfriends had ever done it when they had tried, and it made heat pulse at her core. Adam repeated it on the other cheek, the heat of the first spank already fading. Three more rained down and she was squirming on his lap, caught in between the urge to avoid the stinging spanks and the call from between her thighs to push further, to ask for more.
“Fantastic hand print.” A light touch across the warm skin of her ass, the other man, Samuel, was touching her. Her back arched, she pushed herself up with her hands, but Adam tightened his hold in her hair.
“Cara, put your hands behind your back and keep them there.” His voice didn’t ask, and the command made her stomach tighten as she obeyed. “These next five will be a little harder. Easing you into this, alright?”
“Alright.” She said, her forehead pressed against the leather of the couch as she tensed in preparation.
“Relax. Breathe. Count - it does help.” Adam didn’t wait for her to respond, his hand came down more sharply across her skin. She jumped and wiggled, his hand tightened in her hair, and then another. Three more. She took a breath and felt her muscles relax, only tightening as the sharp sting landed, and spread into heat, and left her whimpering softly.
“Can I?” Samuel was speaking behind her, and her head was fuzzy with desire. She’d never been this turned on in her life. Her hips wiggled and Adam answered her wordless request by thrusting two fingers inside her.
“Ooh, God…” Cara moaned into the couch, tightening around his fingers as they brushed that bundle of nerves inside her that had her rocking against his touch.
“Cara, my friend Samuel wants you to touch him.” Adam’s words sank in through the waves of pleasure and heat from between her thighs, and she just nodded. A man sat down on the end of the couch she was facing, the indention of the cushion making her want to lift her head and look. Adam’s hand left her hair. “You can release your arms, Cara.”
She hadn’t even realized she had kept them there through the last set, but now she moved them in front of her, trying to maintain composure as Adam continued to stroke her higher and higher. Samuel had a boyish grin, and an obvious bulge in his pants. “And here I thought your ass was gorgeous, you’re very pretty, Cara. What a mouth…” Samuel brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, and her mouth opened. He dipped his thumb between her lips just as Adam slid a third finger inside her, her lips closed around his thumb, her tongue brushing the pad of it as she moaned.
“Five more, Cara. A little harder, are you ready?” Adam pulled his fingers from her, using her overflowing wetness to circle her clit. She squirmed and moaned, so close to the edge that her head couldn’t think straight. Samuel removed his thumb from her mouth, and then Adam stopped. “Samuel wants your attention. You give him your attention, I’ll give you mine. Deal?”
Cara’s eyes opened to watch Samuel smoothly unbuckling his belt, his quick fingers unzipping and nudging his pants down enough to free his cock. She liked blow jobs, always had. She’d never understood why some girls quailed at them. It was the only time she liked the control, the way every inch of a man’s focus centered on a single move of her tongue, the way she could bring so much pleasure to someone. Adam’s fingers trailed over the warm skin of her ass, distracting her from the sight of Samuel’s fist moving up and down his shaft steadily. Her breath came in on little whimpers. “Please…” she pleaded with Adam, her hips moving, seeking his touch. He brought his hand down sharper than before and she yelped. “Yes! Deal! Just, please?”
Samuel grinned at her. “Here.” He shifted until he was closer to her, the head of his cock near her lips. His hands scooped up her hair and held it at the back of her head to keep it out of her way, and then he slid between her lips. She moaned as the taste of warm, male skin filled her mouth, and Adam returned to rolling her clit, waves of pleasure once again tightening in her belly. Samuel groaned loudly and his fist tightened in her hair. Adam removed his touch and she was ready, the first sharp strike almost brought tears to her eyes, but she made herself refocus on Samuel’s cock in her mouth. Her tongue running along the sensitive underside of his head, pulling him deeper, warming her body up to take him deeper each time. The second strike had her moaning against Samuel’s flesh, and his hips jerked in response.
“Three more, Cara.” Adam’s voice was rough with arousal, his erection pressing firmly against her as he brought his hand down again. She squirmed, and Samuel pressed her down as she moaned, his cock pushing against the entrance to her throat. She swallowed against her gag reflex and he slid past.
“Oh fuck…” Samuel groaned and his hips lifted again pushing himself deeper into her mouth until her nose was buried against him, then he let her up just in time for Adam to land number four. Cara pulled in air through her nose and let out a whimper that hummed through Samuel as she started to move him in her mouth again. Shallow, teasing the head of him until the muscles of his legs jumped in his urge to thrust. Then deeper, swallowing to take him as deep as possible. Which is when Adam landed number five, harder than all the others and tears stung her eyes, but all of the heat from the spanking spread, and focused, into liquid fire deep inside her pussy. She wanted him to touch her again.
“How’s she doing, Samuel?” Adam asked.
“Incredible, Jesus Christ—” He groaned loudly and she pulled him back into her throat, pride and arousal filling her up. “Like that, yes, like that.”
“Samuel, move back against the armrest. Let her between your legs.” Adam directed them and Samuel moved quickly, his cock red and long and shining from her saliva and his precum. When she leaned forward to take Samuel back into her mouth she felt Adam’s weight on the cushion behind her, his hands lifting her hips. His fingers returned to her first, as Samuel’s groans echoed and she saw him drop his head back, his hips lifting up against her mouth. Then she felt the smooth texture of a condom pressing against her, and she pushed back. Signaling her acceptance, and he didn’t wait. Adam’s powerful thrusts pushed her forward onto Samuel’s cock, his hard flesh moving into her throat, and back for her to gasp, and then deep again.
“Fuck, I’m almost there, almost—” She felt Samuel try to move back, but her fingers wrapped around his thigh so he knew it was okay to come in her mouth, she wanted to taste him, to swallow him. Her focus was on him until Adam changed angles and ev
ery hard thrust brushed that place inside her that pounded heat through her. She whimpered against Samuel’s flesh, electric tension spiking deep inside her, and then he arched sharply into her mouth, holding her head in place as he flooded her mouth and she swallowed against him.
Cara did her best to stay still but each thrust Adam made pushed her harder and Samuel pulled out of her mouth as she screamed, her orgasm shuddering through her like a quake. Her mind was empty for a moment, filled with sparks of pleasure that had her tightening in waves around Adam who moaned and gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Samuel was breathing heavily in front of her, her cheek pressed to his thigh as he ran his fingers through her hair. Adam hadn’t stopped, and she was whimpering as her body tried to overcome the sensitivity her first orgasm brought her. It amplified the way his hard flesh felt inside her, the way when he tilted his hips he brushed against a new, sensitive place inside her that had her moaning and begging for more. “You want more?”
“Yes, please, please?” Adam’s hand brushed down the line of her spine until he could grab her hair and he craned her head back. Samuel slid from beneath her and leaned down, placing a kiss on her lips stifling her gasps.
“Very talented mouth. Think you can do that again?” Samuel was laughing as she moaned, pushing back against Adam who paused his hard thrusts to grind against her, one of his hands slipping underneath her to rub her clit until she was shivering. A man slid in front of her against the armrest, his skin was very tan and for a moment she thought it was Saif — but it wasn’t. She couldn’t control the way Adam was teasing her, the way his touches, his thrusts, would bring her back to the edge of a second orgasm, before pulling her back. Over and over. She was letting go, and when the man in front of her slid his cock out she wanted to taste him, wanted to earn another orgasm by bringing him over the edge. Adam released her hair, and the man in front of her loosely held on to her head as she slid her lips over him.
For long minutes her body was torn between focusing on the velvety hardness against her tongue so she could distract herself from the brutal teasing between her thighs, but then Adam would start thrusting hard again. Promising to let her tumble over the edge with each pleasurable movement tinged with the ache of his fierce thrusts. Bouncing her forward and back between the two of them. Then he would back off again, leaving her whimpering. Begging against the cock in her mouth and throat.
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