BDSM Connections - The Complete 4 Novel Series

by Claire Thompson

  Whatever happened, every experience with Shea so far had been more intense than the last. They were still calling her their trainee, but they were about to move into uncharted waters, blurring the lines between trainee and lover in a way they’d never done before.

  Crouching between her spread legs, Zach squeezed some lube onto his fingers and leaned forward to gently rub Shea’s cunt in slow, easy circles. “Just relax,” he said softly.

  Shea moaned softly as Zach stroked her. When he inserted a finger inside her, she gasped. The girl was ready, ripe for the plucking.

  Though he had never minded sharing with Zach when they played with girls at the club, for a moment, Steve experienced a small spasm of jealousy—he wanted to be the one to claim Shea in all ways.

  No. As much as Steve hated to admit it, Zach was especially adept at staying in tune with a woman’s body, and was therefore the best one to go first. Based on Shea’s reaction to her first “deflowering,” they would decide if she could handle more.

  Steve unzipped his fly and let his cock loose from its confines as he moved to stand just beside Shea’s head on the bed. The bouquet of her sexual arousal mingled with the soft vanilla scent of her perfume. Steve stroked himself as he watched Zach prime the girl, biding his time.

  When she began to pant, her hips lifting in response to Zach’s touch, Zach let his hand fall away and hoisted himself over her.

  Shea made a nervous, mewling sound in her throat, her legs clamping shut as her hands rose to grab Zach’s arms, as if to stop him from going any further.

  “Arms at your sides, S,” Steve ordered. “Offer yourself to Master Zach. Show your grace.”

  Shea released her grip on Zach’s forearms, her hands falling to her sides as she turned to Steve. “Yes, Sir,” she said in a tremulous voice.

  Zach stroked her face tenderly. “You know you need this,” he said. “You know you want it.”

  “Yes,” she murmured, her legs falling open, her body relaxing. “Yes, Master Zach.”

  Zach guided his cock between her legs, his face a study in careful concentration. Steve’s cock tingled with sympathetic longing.

  “Ouch!” Shea cried, forgetting all about any submissive grace as she jerked beneath him.

  Zach glanced at Steve. “You want to distract her a little?” He gave a nod toward Steve’s erection.

  “Absolutely,” Steve agreed readily, that having been his plan all along. Moving closer to the bed, he leaned over and grabbed a handful of Shea’s hair. “Have you ever sucked cock before?” he asked, his shaft hovering inches from her face.

  “No, Sir Stephen,” Shea gasped, her eyes fixed on his erection, her tongue suddenly visible on her upper lip. How had this sensual woman made it twenty-eight years without any sexual experience?

  “We’ll teach you proper technique in the dungeon. For now,” he said as he placed the head of his cock between her parted lips, “I’m going to fuck your face while Zach fucks your cunt. Your only job is to keep your mouth open and your teeth off my cock. Use your lips and your tongue, and take what I give you.”

  Her eyes fixed on his cock, Shea nodded. “Yes, Sir Stephen.”

  His fingers still tangled in her hair, he pushed his cock a few inches past her lips. He groaned with pleasure as he entered her warm, soft mouth. He was back in his Dominant zone—his comfort zone—and it felt good. He forced himself to resist the impulse to glide his shaft all the way down her throat in one smooth thrust and hold it there until she surrendered completely.

  Zach, meanwhile, had returned to his task, his hips moving slowly and gently over the girl trapped beneath him. She gave a muffled yelp against Steve’s cock at what Steve presumed was the moment of penetration, and a deep shudder moved through her body.

  “That’s it,” Zach encouraged. “You did it.”

  Shea’s legs circled Zach’s back, her hands reaching for his broad shoulders. She was no longer resisting. She was fully engaged in the erotic dance.

  Steve could have stepped back then, but he kept his grip on her hair, forcing her head to the side as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. Each time he thrust, he pushed a little farther back toward her throat. Shea gurgled and moaned against Steve’s shaft, taking everything he gave her, while Zach lifted and lowered himself over the girl, his hips swiveling between her legs.

  It wasn’t long before a coiling sensation in Steve’s balls announced imminent ejaculation. He didn’t want to come though, not yet, not like this. He released his grip on her hair and stepped slowly back until his cock slid from her parted lips.

  Shea’s eyes opened, and she fixed a wide-eyed, anxious gaze on his face. “Is something wrong, Sir?” she gasped. “Am I bad at this? Did I hurt you?”

  Steve smiled as he bent down to stroke her hair. “No, S. You did good. Now I want you to focus on what’s happening. Give yourself over to Master Zach. Let him take you where you need to go.”

  Relief flooded her face, and she nodded. “Yes, Sir Stephen,” she whispered.

  Steve took a step back. As Shea’s eyes fluttered shut once more, he began to quietly strip off his clothing, ready and aching to claim her.

  Shea moaned as Zach continued to fuck her, the sound low and sensual in the back of her throat. Her arms were wrapped around Zach’s broad back, her fingers digging into his flesh. All at once, she cried out, “Oh my god! What’s happening? Oh, oh, oh…”

  Lifting himself, Zach reached for Shea’s arms and extended them over her head, pressing them by the wrists into the mattress. Then he resumed pummeling the girl, his pelvis pumping like a piston as she held tight with her legs around his back.

  Her moan began to rise up a musical scale until she was mewling like a little kitten, her entire body trembling beneath Zach’s. All at once, Zach stiffened and groaned, the sound a deep counterpoint to Shea’s keening cries.

  Zach collapsed against the girl, and they lay like that for several long moments, until, impatient for his turn, Steve tapped Zach’s shoulder. With a grunt, Zach rolled away from Shea and onto his back beside her.

  Shea lay completely limp, her knees splayed apart, the petals of her labia engorged and shiny with lubricant, her nipples dark pink marbles in the center of those large, perfect breasts.

  As Steve stared down at her, his cock throbbing, Shea opened her eyes. As she focused on him, a beatific smile lifted the corners of her mouth and traveled up into her eyes. “Oh, my,” she breathed, looking from Steve to Zach. “So that’s what all the fuss was about.”

  ~*~

  Okay, Shea told her scientific self, so you disproved the hypothesis that sex is overrated. Admit it—your hypothesis has been blown out of the water. Having a big, sexy hunk of a man on top of you, his huge cock moving inside you is not the same as using a dildo. No comparison. None.

  Even as she silently engaged in this discourse with herself, Shea’s spirits were humming, singing, laughing and dancing. Though her pussy was sore—she’d felt the skin tear at her perineum at the initial moment of penetration—the lingering pleasure of her unexpected orgasm continued to suffuse her being. It had been different from any other climax she had experienced, either at her own hand or at the hand of her trainers. It was softer, more like a rolling, encompassing swell, rather than the crashing, resounding wave of direct clitoral stimulation, but no less powerful.

  She wanted to do it again.

  She glanced at Sir Stephen, who stood completely naked beside the bed, his beautiful, erect cock cradled in his hand—the cock she had sucked only moments before. She imagined Sir Stephen suddenly on top of her, his hand on her throat as he stroked her from the inside out with his cock. Would it be un-submissive of her to ask that he, too, take his place on top of her? She wanted to find out if it would feel different with another man.

  Just as she opened her mouth to form the words, Sir Stephen said, “Recovery time is over. Get on your hands and knees, S. Offer yourself to me.”

  Shea’s mouth snapped shut, her mind
going suddenly blank with anxiety as she stared up at him without moving.

  Sir Stephen took a step closer, his expression hardening.

  Shea glanced at Master Zach, who had lifted himself to a sitting position beside her on the bed. He had removed the used condom and cleaned himself with a washcloth. He was still naked, his cock now at half-mast. “Go on,” he said quietly. “Do as you’re told.”

  Aware she was being disobedient, Shea forced herself to obey the two men. Rolling from her back to her stomach, she positioned herself on her hands and knees on the mattress.

  “Lower your forehead to the mattress,” Sir Stephen directed. “You can cradle your head in your arms if that’s more comfortable.”

  As Shea dropped her head down, Sir Stephen addressed Master Zach. “Why don’t you sit in front of Shea at the head of the bed? You can help her with position and focus.”

  Master Zach shifted himself on the bed until he was in front of Shea. He extended his long, muscular legs on either side of her shoulders.

  Sir Stephen, meanwhile, positioned himself behind her on the bed. “Your job, S,” he said, “is to take what you’re given without resistance. Just like when you use the anal plug, the more you can relax, the easier it will be for you.”

  Shea startled when the cold goo of lubricant smeared against her asshole. Sir Stephen circled the rim with his fingertip. “Relax your body, Shea,” he directed. “Remember, submission is giving of yourself. I don’t want you to resist me. I want you to internalize what I’m saying, and obey, just as you’ve been doing in the dungeon.”

  He eased one finger inside her, the unexpected, sudden penetration pulling a startled cry from her lips, though it hadn’t hurt at all. Actually, it felt kind of good as he moved his finger in a slow, easy circle inside her.

  As he inserted a second finger, the sudden increased pressure caused her to tense against him.

  “Relax,” Sir Stephen reminded her, though his tone was gentle rather than reproving.

  At the same time, Master Zach reached beneath her and lightly slapped her breasts, his hard palms stinging pleasantly over her flesh.

  As Sir Stephen pushed yet another finger inside her, Shea yelped.

  Master Zach gripped her nipples, giving them a sharp twist that made her forget, for a moment at least, what was happening behind her.

  Sir Stephen’s fingers were withdrawn, and Shea could feel him shifting on the mattress. Instinctively, she glanced back to see what he was doing. He was in the process of rolling a condom over his shaft. “Eyes straight ahead,” he snapped and Shea faced quickly forward. Her heart was hammering in her chest, her body tensed once more in anticipation.

  “Stop resisting,” Master Zach admonished gently. “Remember, you want this. You need this.”

  It was on the tip of Shea’s tongue to refute this. She had not asked for anal penetration—that had been Sir Stephen’s idea. Yet she couldn’t deny that, while afraid, she was thrilled to be on her hands and knees between these two sexy guys. And yes, though she hadn’t known it until he said it, she did want this, too. She did need it.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, flashing a grateful smile to the man who had shown her in glorious, fabulous detail, just what all the drama was about.

  “I’m going to fuck your ass now,” Sir Stephen announced from behind her. “I want you to reach back and offer yourself to me. Spread your ass cheeks and hold them open while I penetrate you.”

  Scorching heat moved over Shea’s face and throat at the thought of exposing herself in that way—at the thought of him staring down at her puckered hole. Get over it she silently admonished herself. It’s nothing these guys haven’t seen before.

  Reaching back, and using her forehead for balance against the mattress, Shea placed her hands on either side of her ass and pulled her cheeks apart. She drew in a sharp breath when the head of Sir Stephen’s cock nudged at her nether hole. As he began to push his way inside her, Master Zach reached beneath her body and cupped her breasts in his large hands.

  In spite of the welcome distraction of his touch, Shea’s focus was wrenched back to her ass as Sir Stephen penetrated her. She jerked at the sudden, sharp pain, and might’ve twisted completely away from him, but Sir Stephen stopped her, his hands digging into her hips as he held her in place.

  “Offer yourself,” he admonished. “Give yourself to me.”

  The pain had lessened, and Shea could feel that her sphincter muscles were loosening, in spite of her fear. She could do this. She was doing it.

  “Push back slowly against me,” Sir Stephen commanded. “Impale yourself on my shaft, S. Take me inside.”

  Master Zach pressed gently against her shoulders in encouragement, and Shea slowly forced herself back, pushing past her own trembling resistance as she took Sir Stephen’s cock deeper inside her ass.

  “Yes,” Sir Stephen breathed behind her. “That’s it, S. You belong to me now.”

  His words reverberated deep in Shea’s core. You belong to me now.

  He began to move inside her, easing out and then pressing in, holding her in place, his hands on her hips. The pain melted away as he moved inside her, his swiveling thrusts sending spirals of hot, buttery pleasure through her core.

  All at once, his right hand fell away and he smacked her ass with a resounding, startling sting that would have sent her sprawling forward had he not held her in place with his left hand. He smacked her again, thrusting hard inside her as he did so.

  The pain exploded against the pleasure in perfect balance. For several long, delicious minutes he continued to spank and fuck her. But, as his hand continued to crash relentlessly against her, the pain began to overtake the pleasure.

  “Ow, ow, ow,” she heard someone chanting. It took her a second to realize it was she.

  In response, Sir Stephen only hit her harder, thrusting deeper as he blistered her ass with his hard palm.

  Shea began to pant, trying to process the pain as the tears sprang to her eyes. Panic started to rise in her gut. It was too much. She couldn’t handle it.

  I could say my safeword. I could make it stop.

  No.

  Master Zach leaned forward, extending his arm beneath her. He began to stroke her clit with his fingers as Sir Stephen continued to strike her just as hard as before, his cock thrusting deep inside her. The pain and the pleasure began to wind around each other, twisting and braiding into something more intense, more powerful than either experience on its own.

  Shea felt as if flames were licking her entire body, heating her from the inside out, like molten lava threatening to spill from the volcano of her lust. Every cell was firing, every nerve ending poised.

  “Oh my god, oh my god, oh, oh, oh,” somebody was moaning.

  With the last vestige of her conscious mind, somehow Shea managed to croak, “Please, Sirs, please, may I come? Oh god, please…”

  Over the pounding of her heart and the ragged pant of her breath, Shea thought she heard—prayed she heard, “Yes, S. You may come.”

  Shea was lying on her back on the bed. She breathed in the mingled scents of citrus, bay rum and male sweat. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Master Zach was stretched out on one side of her, Sir Stephen on the other. “Welcome back,” Master Zach said as he lifted himself to one elbow and smiled at her.

  Shea smiled dreamily back, speech having, for the moment, deserted her. She turned her head slowly to regard Sir Stephen on her other side.

  “Hey,” he said, a gentleness in his tone she had never heard before. “How does it feel to no longer be a virgin?”

  How did it feel?

  Shea started to shrug—to minimize her feelings, to draw the old, familiar protective cover of scientific analysis over her potential vulnerability. But she stopped herself.

  Rigorous honesty.

  “Different,” she admitted. “New. Or, not new, exactly, but like I’ve finally let go of a false self, something I don’t want anymore, something I no longer need.” As she said t
he words, she realized just how very true they were. The speed of her own transformation astounded her.

  There was more to what she was feeling—something new and dangerous—something she wasn’t quite ready to admit yet, at least not to these two men who suddenly mattered to her in a way she hadn’t expected or anticipated. Pushing these confusing feelings aside, she refocused on their question.

  How did it feel?

  She sat up abruptly, and looked from one guy to the other, not trying to hide her wonderment. “I think I’ve spent my whole life walking in my sleep. I feel, finally, awake, alert and alive.” She wrapped her arms around herself and grinned, trying to put a name to the budding, bubbling feeling inside her, something new and fragile, but determined to express itself.

  And then she had it—that elusive emotion so new, so unexpected, that it had taken her a while to give it a name.

  “Happy,” she said with a sudden, spontaneous laugh. “For the first time in my life, I think I might actually be happy.”

  Chapter 8

  Zach came out to the front porch and handed Steve a beer. His own bottle in hand, he sat beside him. It had been an unusually warm July for Portland and, even though it was close to midnight, they were quite comfortable in the T-shirts and jeans they’d pulled on after the amazing session with Shea in Steve’s bedroom.

  Though they had planned in theory to actually do some dungeon training that evening after removing the “roadblock” of Shea’s virginity, they’d all agreed she’d had more than enough to handle for one night.

  And not only her.

  Zach was still trying to figure out how he felt about what all had gone down. Though he and Steve had played together with girls before, it had always been in the context of club scenes. It had been casual, fun, unimportant.

  “You okay?” Steve asked, turning to regard him.

  “Yeah, I’m good. Kind of blown away, but good.” Zach took a long pull on his beer. He was still stunned by how powerful the experience had been. While he loved to fuck, it had always been just a kind of extension of masturbation, if he was being brutally honest about it. His own hand, a girl’s hand, her mouth, her cunt—it all led to the same thing in the end—an orgasm. His orgasm.