I’m fucked.
Bill would keep her there, coming, giving her very brief breaks before starting on her again, until she finally had to safeword. There were many kinds of sadism.
This happened to be his particular flavor of it.
Not that she was complaining. She wasn’t.
Time did that funny little thing it always did when he dropped her into this headspace. It stretched and folded in on itself, especially with the blindfold in place and forcing her to focus only on the sound of his voice and the sensations washing through her. At some point, she finally found herself gasping red and he shut the vibrator off immediately as she lay there panting in his arms.
His low chuckle rumbled in Gabe’s left ear. “Let me know when you’re ready to finish this, sweetheart.”
Oh, yeah. There was that.
He helped her roll over onto her knees, her arms still bound behind her and the blindfold in place. Right now, there could have been two or two hundred people watching them, she didn’t care.
He stood, cradling her head in his hands as she felt his stiff cock touch her lips. She opened wide, enjoying the way he moaned as she laved her lips and tongue from the head all the way down to the root.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, taking over again. He slowly fucked her mouth and Gabe knew Bill would draw it out, savoring it. Already she was missing the vibrator but knew better than to hint at that.
It would mean another long session with it if she did.
Finally, he started thrusting faster, a little deeper with every stroke, until he was full-on fucking her mouth.
“Get ready.” A groan escaped him as she tasted his hot cum pumping out of his cock. After a couple more strokes, he fell still with his softening cock still in her mouth, her trying to lick and suck every last drop from it before he finally laughed and pulled out.
Then he sat again, helping her lean against him. He pulled a fleece throw over them. “Give me a minute and I’ll untie you, baby.” His lips brushed against her cheek. “Love you.”
A contented sigh escaped her. “Love you, too, Sir.”
He nuzzled his lips against her ear. “And the butt plug stays in until we get home. I was serious about that.”
She smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
Chapter Nine
Leanna and Sharon hadn’t been to many of the private parties, but they felt honored they’d recently been added to the special list and allowed to take part in them. As they stood on the lanai and watched Scrye and June’s suspension scene, Leanna wrapped her arms around Sharon’s waist and rested her chin on her shoulder. In the dim light, Leanna’s dark brown skin contrasted sharply against Sharon’s pale complexion.
“I think we’re going to need to join the rope group at Venture,” Leanna whispered in Sharon’s ear. “That’s hot.”
Sharon leaned back against her wife. “Yes, Ma’am. That is hot.”
Leanna pointed through the sliders, where Bill was putting Gabe through a forced orgasm scene. He’d also tied her up, but they sat on a towel on the floor, off in a corner.
“That’s hot, too. Forced orgasm play.”
Sharon shivered in her arms. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Leanna’s teeth lightly grazed down the flesh of Sharon’s neck. “I think we will be adding that to our repertoire.”
“Ma’am’s choice.”
“Such a good girl.” Leanna watched Justin, Glen, and Wade talking with Leah. Another suspension was about to start, meaning Leah would have to wait before she could fly Justin. And with the three men involved, it was likely to be hot, if it was anything like their scenes at previous parties they’d been to.
“Too bad Lee and Arlin couldn’t be here tonight,” Leanna said.
Their friends had also been invited, but Lee had to work today covering a game. Because of being a public figure, he also didn’t attend Venture very often. Having been an NFL kicker, and then an EPSN sportscaster, and now a local sportscaster, kind of put him out in the public eye.
Before the current suspension could really get started and be interrupted, Sean and Cali walked outside with a bucket of…something. Now both of them wore matching green headbands with the green pigtails and tinsel on them. As Sean talked, they bobbed with his every motion.
“Okay, folks. Thanks to everyone shopping at the same place for white elephant gifts for the Kinkmas party, we now have tentacles galore. Don’t worry, they’re all unused.” He held up the bucket. “Three of them are marked, one, two, and three. First, second, and third place prizes.”
Sean and Cali started tossing the bucket’s contents into the pool, where everyone started laughing as they watched the tentacle-shaped dildos in a wide variety of hideous neon color combinations sink to the bottom.
“The rules are easy. One at a time in the pool, and you have to use your mouth to pick it up. Only one tentacle per person until either all three winners are found, or everyone who wants to play has had a turn. If you find a winner, you’re done. Everyone who wants to play, line up at the shallow end.”
Cali did her best imitation of a game show hostess, her headband bobbing as she talked. “Tell them what they’re playing for, Sean!”
“Oh, right. First prize is a fifty-dollar gift certificate to Sigalo’s, thank you to Scrye and June for generously donating that.” A round of applause rippled through the crowd.
“Second place is a twenty-five-dollar gift certificate to the same adult store where you sadists bought these monstrosities, courtesy of Tony and Shayla.” More laughter.
“And third prize is two free entry passes to Venture, courtesy of Marcia and Derrick, who aren’t here tonight. If you’re not a member, you’ll have to pay to join, though. Okay, so who’s first?”
People started jostling for position. Sharon had started to laugh…until Leanna released her and poked the back of her shoulder. “Strip, baby girl.”
Sharon’s laugh dried up. “Ma’am?”
Leanna grinned. “You think I’m dunking this hair in that pool, girl, think again. Strip. You’re a good swimmer.”
She wondered if Sharon was going to safeword and refuse to do it. It was rare Sharon safe-worded, but it was also rare that Leanna made her do something like this.
With a sigh, Sharon started stripping, neatly folding and handing her clothes to Leanna. Once she was left in nothing but her wedding rings and her metal chainmaille formal collar, which could get wet, she headed over to get in line with the other eight contestants who’d opted to play.
Cali walked over, grinning. “Oooh, you are a sadist.”
“I know, right? Girl worked for thirty minutes on her hair tonight with a flat-iron. I’ll be lucky if she doesn’t put salt in my coffee in the morning or something.”
Cali snickered and held her hand out for a fist-bump.
Sharon’s blonde bob would be a wet mess by the time she came out of the pool. At least her girl was a natural blonde, the carpet matching the drapes.
Or would match, if she didn’t make Sharon keep herself shaved down there.
Unlike Cali, Max, and Sean, Leanna and Sharon weren’t switches. Sharon had no desire to be toppy, and Leanna had no desire to be topped.
At all.
“Ready?” Sean called out.
All the competitors signaled they were.
“Then…go!”
Rusty was first in line and jumped in, slicing through the water and diving down to get one, coming up with it in his mouth on the first try. He swam over to the side by the ladder, where Sean stood waiting to take it from him.
“Sorry, not a winner. Next!”
Leanna could barely control her giggles as she watched the sour looks Sharon continued to shoot at her during her wait to go in. Leanna had even fetched her two towels from their bag so she could dry off when she got out.
She knew her girl was likely hoping all three winners would be found before it was her turn, but no such luck. Only the third-place one had been located.
As Sharo
n started wading in down the stairs, Leanna let out a whoop. “Go on, baby girl. Git you some in there!”
Resigned, Sharon picked her target and dove under, coming up with one in her mouth.
When she swam over to the ladder to hand it to Sean, he looked at it before holding it up. “First place!”
Leanna let out another whoop as Sharon, her hair plastered against her skull, climbed out and took one of the towels Leanna offered her. “Good job, baby girl! I’ll even let you out of your spanking tonight for that one.”
The smile was obviously forced and all the funnier for it. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“Hey, at least I don’t let you wear makeup to these parties.” She reached over and playfully smacked Sharon’s bare, wet ass. “You’d look like a raccoon right now.”
Another snarky smile. “Thank you, Ma’am.”
“Aw, don’t worry. Imma gonna reward you real good.” She pulled her in for a kiss. “Guess who gets to take a ride on the Sybian for being such a good girl for me.” She nipped Sharon’s bottom lip.
Sharon swallowed hard, Leanna loving the way her throat worked. She’d wanted to try the device, but had been too chicken to the last couple of times. After talking it over with her, Leanna had sussed out Sharon wanted to try it, but also wanted to be ordered to try it to help her get over her fear.
“Yes, Ma’am.”
Leanna grabbed her hand and led her toward the living room. “And looky there, you’re already naked. Don’t even have to get undressed.”
There was no one currently using it, either, everyone either playing, or watching the suspension that had just started, or watching the contestants looking for the last winning tentacle dildo.
A phrase Leanna never in her life thought she’d ever utter, right up there with “rogue national park.”
Sharon watched as Leanna decided on which attachment to use on her, picking one that wasn’t too thick or long. It wasn’t that she didn’t think her girl couldn’t take it, but she wanted to go easy on her for her first ride.
After rolling a condom onto the toy from the pile of provided ones, she attached it and then started playing with the controller to get a feel for the settings.
Sharon watched, but didn’t say anything.
A couple of people were now watching them from a discreet distance, two girls playing together always drawing a crowd. Leanna hoped Sharon would trust her on this and not safeword before the fun could even begin.
She stood and pointed at it. “All right, girl. Saddle up.”
Sharon nervously stared at it for a moment. Leanna leaned in and kissed her, reaching between her legs to find her wet. “Aw, my baby girl’s a little nervous, but you want it, don’t you?” She slid her finger between Sharon’s lips to suck, the other woman’s eyes dropping closed before she finally sank to her knees and hiked a leg over it, impaling herself on the mounted dildo.
Leanna stood behind her so Sharon could lean back against her legs. “Imma gonna start it slow, don’t worry.” She turned it on and slowly edged the vibration setting up.
Immediately, Sharon gasped, squirming on it.
“See? That’s nice, isn’t it?” She bumped it up a little more, smiling as Sharon’s head dropped back against Leanna’s thighs. Her eyes were closed, pleasure already taking over.
“Now let’s see how this feels.” She started the rotation, drawing more moans from Sharon.
Yeah, this was hot. She wouldn’t deny it. Hot enough she might drag Sharon home early to get her some. She loved making Sharon lose her mind at one of these parties, but she preferred to wait on her own pleasure. Some things she liked keeping at home behind closed doors.
That was one of them.
“You might as well start coming now, because I’m not letting you off this thing until I say so, or you safeword.” She tweaked the setting up on both the vibration and rotation and that sent Sharon over the edge. She even reached back, her hands wrapping around Leanna’s calves, holding on tightly as she moaned her way through the first one.
Leanna grinned, playing with the settings, up and down, giving Sharon just enough respite to cool her down so Leanna could jam it to the floor and send her over the edge again.
Finally, it was the sight of the current suspension scene wrapping up that decided it for Leanna. She let Sharon finish out her latest round of orgasms before shutting the Sybian off. Sharon slumped back against her, gasping for breath.
Leanna leaned in, draping her arms over her shoulders. “How’s that?”
She nodded, apparently unable to talk.
Leanna kissed her. “Good girl. Now get your adorable ass up off that thing so we can clean it for the next victim. I don’t want to miss watching Leah’s suspension.”
Ten minutes later, they were snuggled together in a lounger on the lanai with a prime close-up view of Leah suspending Justin.
It wasn’t the suspension Leanna enjoyed watching so much as it was what Glen and Wade would invariably do once their boy was up in the air.
“You a’right?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Sharon said.
“Fun?”
She nodded.
Leanna nipped her ear. “Stay awake. I got plans for you when we get home, baby girl.”
Sharon snuggled a little closer. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Chapter Ten
Justin had felt relief that Glen and Wade didn’t toss him into the tentacle competition. He was already hyped up enough over the suspension and what he knew would happen during it.
These sessions always got him wound up.
Then again, it didn’t help that Glen and Wade hadn’t let him come in three days, and had spent every moment alone with him keeping him in a state of sexual need.
Sadists.
Which was one of the reasons why he loved them.
Now he stood between them, watching and waiting and dressed in nothing but the leather jock he wore when Leah suspended him. Not that she was squicky. She didn’t mind suspending him if he was fully nude.
He was the one who’d asked Wade and Glen for the article of clothing, such as it was. He didn’t want to…leak all over her.
And at this point, he was so hard and horny, he knew there was a wet spot on the inside of the cup from pre-cum.
Glen reached over and tugged on Justin’s left nipple ring. “You ready to play, boy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Adding to his extreme sexual tension was the fact that, in preparation for tonight, the men had made him wear one of the largest butt plugs they had the past two nights, and most of that morning.
Which also added to his frustration, because it pressed right against his prostate.
Something else that amused the two men, especially when he was on his knees servicing their cocks while they kept him hard and horny and desperate for relief.
Yeah, the jock was a great idea. Last thing he wanted to do was accidentally come all over Leah because her arm brushed against his cock or something.
He wasn’t sure what the protocols were for that situation, but suspected it might be considered something approaching the rude end of the scale, no matter how unintentional.
When the frame was cleared, Leah waved him over and Wade picked up the bag of rope. They always brought their own for her, since they tended to get a lot of DNA all over them by the time they were done. In fact, one of Justin’s Sunday duties following a party was to wash the rope and put it out to dry so it’d be ready for the next play party.
Leah smiled at him. “I’m surprised they didn’t toss you into the pool.”
“So am I.”
“Don’t want to wear him out,” Glen teased. “We’ve got plans for him.”
Now that he was one of Leah’s regular rope bottoms, they sort of had a routine. There were just a couple of positions Glen and Wade liked him tied in, based on their plans.
Tonight he’d be sitting up.
After one final stretch, he held still for Leah to start tying the harness
on him. This part always took the longest, and she’d played with a couple of different variations before settling on the one she was using now because it would be the most comfortable for him for round two.
It took her nearly thirty minutes before she placed the belaying lines and got him in the air. Then she secured his legs, bent at the knees, and checked everything one last time before stepping out of the way.
“He’s all yours, guys.” She moved to the end of the frame, where her husband, Seth, stood waiting for her. There she stood, his arms around her, while they watched.
In her hands, a pair of rope scissors at the ready in case of a problem. Despite knowing Glen and Wade would take care of them, and despite the men telling her they didn’t mind if she wanted to go on and do her own thing, she never left the area until they were done with him and had gotten him down. The men always untied him after, so she wouldn’t have to.
But she was just that conscientious, which was one of the reasons he enjoyed being tied by her.
And Glen and Wade certainly didn’t mind her watching, either.
Neither did Justin. Because by the time his two owners started hitting their stride, he wouldn’t care how many people were watching them.
Glen and Wade stripped and grabbed their implements, Wade unsnapping the front of Justin’s jock.
Wade smiled at him. “H-how’s our boy?”
“Horny, Master.”
“Well, we’re going to take care of that for you in a minute,” Glen said. He leaned in and sucked on Justin’s lower lip. “Daddy’s gonna make it all better for you.”
Justin softly moaned, his cock twitching with need. When Glen’s voice hit that deep, rumbling tone, Justin knew he was in for a ride.
Wade stepped behind him, using a paddle on him, no warm-up tonight. As he did that, Glen stood in front of him, teasing him, lightly tugging on Justin’s nipple rings. Then he palmed Justin’s balls.
“Lucky for you, Wade forgot the paracord. He took it out the other night and never used it and forgot to put it back in.” He squeezed Justin’s balls, just to the point of almost pain before releasing his grip and starting again. “Otherwise, you’d have a paracord wrapping right now.”
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