Fever Dream

by Annabel Joseph

  “Open your mouth,” he said.

  He didn’t have to ask twice. She opened her lips so he could nudge into her with his hot, thick length. He held her around the neck, his fingers wrapped in her “pet” collar, and drove in and out of her mouth, forcing her to take him farther in her throat than she thought she could. Occasionally he tweaked the clamps, and then drove even deeper when she opened her mouth to whine. When she started to choke, he shifted so his balls were at her mouth, and she lapped at those too like a good, horny girl. Rubio’s Pet. Return if lost.

  “The harder you get me,” he said, “the more it’s going to hurt when I put it in your ass.”

  “Oh, please, fuck me,” she begged. She was so, so lost.

  “Please put it in my ass,” he corrected her. “Please fuck my ass, Sir. Say it.”

  “Please fuck my ass, Sir.”

  “You’re a horny little slut, aren’t you?”

  She heard a giggle from Ashleigh, and Liam’s low laughter, but Petra was too wrought up to care. Ruby turned her over and knelt behind her, between her legs. Her arms were still stretched above her, cuffed to the headboard so she was unable to move more than a few inches in either direction. Rubio lifted her onto her knees. “Arch your back,” he ordered. “Make it pretty. Make it sexy.”

  She struggled to assume the position he wanted as he drove a finger in her lubed ass, then another. She shivered, knowing his whole cock would come next, and that it would stretch her and hurt terribly until her inner muscles accepted his girth. “Say it again,” he ordered, tugging her collar. “I want to hear it one more time.”

  “Please fuck my ass, Sir.”

  She braced as he nestled his length between the cleft of her cheeks. She made a soft, plaintive whine. It was so hard to fit him in there. He pressed the head against her tight hole and she worked to open up, to admit him. “That’s it,” he said when he got the tip inside. “That’s my beautiful girl.”

  Her whine rose to a cry with each ensuing inch of forward motion. By the time he was fully seated, she felt conquered. Her breasts stung against the pressure of the mattress and she writhed to feel relief, but that just excited him into deeper thrusting. She surrendered herself to the familiar pain/pleasure of anal intercourse, to the discomfort that made her feel so submissive and replete.

  “Good girl,” he said, pulling back and easing forward again. She squirmed, limp and willing beneath him. Yes, her nipples ached. Yes, she felt vulnerable with the pain in her ass, but it was a good kind of vulnerability. Liam handed the whip to Ruby and the men took turns striking her and Ashleigh while they fucked them. Not long after, Petra heard Ashleigh gasp and cry out in ecstasy.

  Petra ached for her own orgasm. Rubio slid all the way in, stretching her, bucking his hips against her ass while he squeezed her thighs. He made beautiful animalistic sounds, occasionally spouting garbled syllables of Portuguese. If only he would touch her clit, just one touch. She would go off like a fucking firecracker.

  Then someone was touching her. Small, delicate fingers traced down the side of her hips and brushed over Petra’s pussy, parting the slick lips. Ashleigh fondled her clit to the accompaniment of Liam’s low encouragement. Their eyes met and Ash smiled at her while Petra’s eyes rolled back in her head. She didn’t think she’d ever felt so controlled and manipulated, so basely sexual as she did in that moment. Rubio’s arms braced on either side of her and she surrendered to a shuddering orgasm. Her asshole constricted around his thick cock as he buried himself all the way inside.

  The climax wrung her out completely. She lay still in her bonds with Rubio slumped over her back, slowly drawing in breath and letting it out again. Ashleigh gave her pussy an affectionate pat and then turned away to enjoy her husband’s kisses and endearments.

  Petra watched furtively, fascinated. As much as she distrusted love, Ash and Liam seemed to have a really strong relationship. Ruby withdrew a moment later and went to wash in the nearby bathroom, then returned to uncuff her and remove the nipple clamps one by one, hanging them on the headboard alongside the small but potent whip.

  “Go on.” He gave her backside an affectionate slap. “Cuddle up with Ashleigh. Yes,” he said as they moved into each other’s arms. “So beautiful together. Such a beautiful gift.”

  It did feel beautiful, the feeling of closeness. Of sexual abandon and sexual release. The men lay behind them, forming a warm cocoon around their bodies. Ashleigh curled up beside her with a sigh. They looked into each other’s eyes, letting their smiles communicate what they were too sex-dazed to say.

  “Well,” said Liam, kissing his wife’s shoulder. “I guess we should let them rest for a while.”

  Petra turned back to look at Ruby. He nodded with a spreading smile. “Yes, we’ll let them rest while we discuss round two. And three. And four.”

  Ashleigh made a faint hum of distress and took Petra’s hand. “Oh, my. I’m afraid we’ve unleashed something.”

  “These kinds of gifts are supposed to last twenty-four hours,” said Liam with a wink at Petra. “You both knew that, didn’t you?” He looked at his phone, then back at the two women. “One hour down, twenty-three to go.”

  “Is he kidding?” Petra whispered to Ashleigh. “What is it with them and the timers?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know,” she muttered back, as they dissolved into more laughter. Liam and Rubio sauntered off, heads together, toward the wall of ouchy toys. While they rested, Ashleigh traced a finger over the dangling tag on her pet collar. “This is so pretty. It looks beautiful on you.”

  Maybe it was the emotion of the moment, or excitement, or dread, but Petra felt her eyes mist with tears. “I didn’t get him anything. You told me you guys didn’t exchange presents.”

  “We don’t.” Ash lowered her voice to a bare whisper. “He doesn’t do things like this. He’s in love with you, Petra. Seriously, this collar might as well be an engagement ring.”

  Petra felt sudden, smothering panic. Chains of love, chains of engagement, chains of marriage. All of this was moving so fast. She was losing herself to her partner. She was just like her mother...

  Ashleigh put her arms around her. “Are you okay? Don’t worry about the present thing. Are you having fun?”

  “Of course I’m having fun.”

  “This doesn’t feel weird?”

  “Well, it feels kind of weird, but good-weird, you know? Exciting. Crazy. Like, I’ll never forget this night.”

  Ash stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes. “You’re talking about it like it’s over. It’s definitely not over. Well, not for you, anyway. For me…” She touched Petra’s face, a light trace of a caress. “I know I planned this whole thing, and I want to keep going, but this pregnancy saps my energy so bad.”

  “It’s okay for us to stop,” Petra said at once, even though she felt a pang of disappointment. She glanced at the guys, who were fixing cuffs and chains to a towering bondage rack. “If it’s too much for you—”

  “It’s too much for me,” Ashleigh said. “But you’ll be fine. Why don’t you stay and play with them while I go up and rest?”

  Petra gawked. “Me? Alone?”

  Her friend winked at her. “I’ve done it before. I mostly survived.”

  Oh God, Ash had played with Liam and Rubio together. It was shocking and yet not shocking. They were so close, all of them, and had known one another for years before Petra came along. She wondered when it had happened, how often it had happened. She wondered if Ash had had sex with them at the same time, sandwiched between their virile bodies. The vision of it stole her breath, and sent aching heat to the nerve center between her legs. “But…Liam’s your husband,” Petra said. “You’re married.”

  “And Rubio’s your boyfriend,” she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “No, don’t say he’s not really your boyfriend. The point is, this is just for tonight, and it’s fun and exciting like you said. I don’t want to ruin the experience because I’m a tired, pregnant lady, you know
?”

  “You’re tired?” Liam overheard their conversation as he returned with Rubio.

  Ashleigh yawned and sat up. “Yeah, unfortunately. I know you and Ruby were planning more yumminess, but I’m beat.”

  Petra could see disappointment in their expressions too, but only for a moment. Liam was much more concerned for his wife. He sat beside her, running his hands over the curve of her belly. “Is everything all right? I tried not to go too hard. And the twenty-four hour thing—I was kidding.”

  “Don’t worry,” she said. “I just wear out more quickly than I used to. But you all can keep playing. I’m fine with it, if you want to.” Ashleigh looked at Petra, her lips curving in amusement. “As long as Petra agrees. She’s the one who’ll have to deal with two cocks—er—guys at once. Both of whom are renowned sadists. One of whom…” She paused, looking sideways at her spouse. “Has been very restrained for months, due to his pregnant wife and everything.”

  In that glance, Petra saw that Ash had intended to get “too tired” all along. The second part of her Christmas gift was to give her husband a whack—literally—at someone who wasn’t too pregnant to handle the harder stuff. Wow.

  Liam made a soft sound and embraced her, while Petra pondered if she could be so selfless in the same situation. The married couple talked with their heads together, protesting and affirming, gazing into each other’s eyes. She supposed this was love…this generosity, this level of trust. Well, love with a little kinkiness thrown in.

  “You’re sure?” he asked when he released her.

  “Yeah, I’m sure. We planned this whole thing for you guys. It shouldn’t wrap up this early.”

  “Will you at least stay to watch the fun?”

  Ash laughed and shook her head. “I’d be too tempted to join in when I shouldn’t. It’s bed for me and baby. Just remember everything that happens, so you can tell me about it tomorrow. I want explicit details.”

  Liam promised a “blow by blow” account, which made all of them chuckle. In the silence that followed, all eyes fell on Petra. “What do you think?” asked Ruby, taking her hand. “Are you up for another round?”

  Petra met Ashleigh’s eyes. If she’d seen any jealousy there, any doubt, she would have said no and gone upstairs with her friend, but all she saw was an encouraging grin. They’d done this before, so it was no big deal to them, only to her. It was a chance to play, to blow off some steam, especially for Liam, who needed it.

  Was there even a question? She’d never have this chance again.

  “I’m game,” she said, a warm flush flooding her cheeks. She felt sorry that Ashleigh was too pregnant to enjoy the rest of the proceedings, but having the undivided attention of two large, horny, dominant men was too tempting a prospect to pass up.

  Chapter Sixteen: Un-Pented

  Liam went to deliver Ash upstairs, leaving Rubio and Petra alone. He sprawled next to her in the bed. “You’re feeling brave, no?” he asked.

  She immediately looked less brave, and he regretted his words. “Will be fun,” he promised. “Liam is safe. A good Dominant.”

  “With a lot of pent-up frustrations, it sounds like.”

  “But you know, when things come un-pented, it can be a mine-blowing experience.”

  Petra made a face. “I don’t think un-pented is a word. And it’s mind-blowing, not mine-blowing. Mine-blowing makes me think of blasted-off limbs, which isn’t shoring up my confidence about what you guys have in mind—”

  He kissed her to silence her, because she was nervous, and he didn’t want her to be nervous. He wasn’t nervous and he wasn’t jealous to share Petra. Well, maybe a little jealous, but it was Liam after all, who was deep in love with someone else. He and Liam had shared tons of women, back when his friend was single. Those women had been playthings. Even Ashleigh had been a plaything to Ruby, a novelty, since he didn’t really understand her then. But Petra...

  “You’re sure about this?” he whispered against her cheek. “If you don’t like it, if you want to stop in the middle, you can safeword. That’s always a choice.”

  “I know.”

  “You trust Liam? He’s very careful. But I promise I’ll watch out for you too.”

  She gave him a teasing smile. “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Your idea of watching out for me is making sure my nipple clamps are tight enough not to fall off.”

  “Well, is important,” he protested. “No one wants nipple clamps flying all over the play room.”

  “No,” Petra agreed. “No one wants that.”

  She excused herself to the bathroom and Ruby waited, wondering if Liam would stay upstairs with Ashleigh after all. It would be okay if he did. Ruby could still play with Petra, and they’d have fun and pleasure, and satisfy each other, but a third person gave more possibilities. And poor Liam, not able to play hard scenes with his wife…

  A moment later, he heard Liam’s footsteps on the staircase. No, he wouldn’t be jealous, because if Ashleigh could share her partner, so could he.

  Petra came out of the bathroom just as Liam reached the landing. The three of them looked at each other as if to say, what now?

  “Come,” Ruby said to Petra, assuming control. “Come kneel by me.”

  He put her halfway between him and Liam, her eyes right at the level of their hardening cocks. When she bowed her head, blushing, he tipped it back up again. “No looking down. Pay attention and be a good girl for us. Listen for directions. You understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, going all soft and spacey. He knew she loved it when he used his extra-bossy voice. Liam studied his pretty Petra, who knelt so still and gracefully. After a moment, he touched the top of her hair.

  “She’s so much like Ash. Her body, I mean.”

  “Well, they’re both ballet dancers,” said Ruby.

  “This hair though. It’s as light as Ashleigh’s is dark.”

  Ruby considered a moment. “She’s a lot like Ashleigh. Maybe Pet can take a little more pain. She likes to be tough.”

  “That’s good to know,” Liam murmured, moving a hand down to her shoulder.

  On purpose, they discussed her like she wasn’t there. Dominance was a fun game; there were so many ways to play it. Liam’s thumb traced along the delicate line of her clavicle. Ruby could see her shiver and tense her legs.

  “I think she’s turned on,” Ruby said. He put a finger under her chin to capture her attention. “You want to be hurt, yes? To be used for our pleasure? You want that?”

  She swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes, Sir. I’m yours.”

  He flicked a nod at Liam. “And his, too.”

  “And his,” she agreed. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Very pretty,” Liam said. “Well trained.”

  Ruby rolled his eyes. “Not always. We’ll see how it goes. Up,” he said to Petra. When she got to her feet, he led her over to the bondage rack he and Liam had prepared earlier. They’d gotten cuffs for two women, but one could offer plenty of satisfaction.

  “More room to spread out now,” said Liam. “We can spread her wide open.”

  “I was thinking the same thing,” Ruby said, positioning her so she faced the structure. “I’ll go get the bar.”

  *** *** ***

  Petra could barely breathe, she was so scared and excited. They were good at this double-teaming thing, that was for sure. Liam spread out her arms and fastened the cuffs in a detached, businesslike way that said, I can do what I want to you. Now Rubio was nudging her legs apart and fixing her ankles to a bar that would keep her spread open as long as the two men wanted it.

  “Make sure they’re secure,” Liam said as Ruby tightened the last buckle. “We don’t want her to be able to get away.”

  Oh God.

  Two men. Two bodies, four hands, two monster-sized cocks. She’d already gotten an eyeful of those as she knelt before them. Eventually those cocks would grow fully hard, and then… She couldn’t think about that, how one woman managed with two cocks co
ming at her. Ashleigh had survived it, at some point. So could she.

  But first there would be impact and pain. Petra braced for craziness as the two men conversed behind her, discussing various tools, who would use what, and when. She blocked out their voices because she preferred not to know. Better to drift along, wanting, waiting, receiving, suffering, processing the pain and the adrenaline as it came.

  When Rubio returned to her, she leaned back into him, pressing against his warmth. He wove fingers into her hair and pulled her head back, kissing her deeply.

  “Ready, girl?”

  “I think so.”

  “Close your eyes, okay? I want you to keep them closed.”

  Oh God.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Nothing was scarier than submitting with her eyes closed, which was probably why he made her do it. As soon as she complied, she expected an onslaught of pain, but first there was caressing, stroking, soothing. She was pretty sure Liam was on her left and Ruby on her right, but both their hands were all over her, so she couldn’t keep track of who was who. She didn’t know for sure who pinched her nipples, or who cupped and squeezed her ass. She’d think for sure it was Ruby, but then something would be off and she’d think, no… Someone’s fingers dipped into her pussy and it freaked her out that she didn’t know who it was. Whoever it was, they took their time exploring her sensitive center, parting her labia and teasing her deftly, making her gasp and tremble in her bonds.

  “She’s wet,” said Liam with a low chuckle. Liam then. Another hand parted her ass cheeks and she flinched, drawing away as far as the cuffs would allow.

  “No,” Ruby chided. “Be good. We own this body right now.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Petra knew it was true, but that didn’t make the loss of control any easier. Her body was theirs, her breasts and her pussy and her ass cheeks and the little hole currently being probed by Ruby’s finger.