by Jodi Redford
A woman dressed in a red latex corset that exposed her breasts—pierced nipples and all—strutted past them leading a shirtless young man by a studded collar and leash. Ry checked Lacey for her reaction and wasn’t disappointed as her mouth fell open. This night would be a revelation for her in more ways than one. As if they were of one mind, he and Bram rubbed her shoulders before leading her toward the metal railing that looked down on the lower level. The main floor and the basement were basically two large open spaces. Here was where the tamer public scenes were on display for anyone’s viewing pleasure.
Of course, it was debatable if most of the things that went down in this joint could be considered tame. The third and fourth levels housed the private rooms. Again, it was up to the occupants of said rooms how private they wanted to keep their play. Many were more than willing to invite the curious observer or even those who wanted to join in on the action. He and Bram had already decided that no one would be allowed to watch or participate in anything they did with Lacey tonight. Yes, one of the things on her list was public sex—and this place certainly fit that bill—but regardless of what Lacey might argue to the contrary, she wasn’t ready to be fucked in a room full of strangers. It was definitely one of those things that worked better if you built up to it over time. If she decided down the road she still wanted to try it, he’d be more than happy to oblige. Hell, not like he had any problem driving her out of her mind with pleasure in front of an appreciative audience. God knows, he’d loved the hell out of it when Bram had been watching.
But tonight a different item was on the menu. One she wasn’t aware they’d be checking off—her desire to be tied up and blindfolded. There was one room upstairs that provided an intriguing way to go about it. Bram had called ahead of time to reserve the space as well as to have a few necessities purchased from the club’s in-house store sent up to the room.
Lust, hot and heady, pooled in Ry’s groin when he imagined Lacey’s response to what they had in mind. He glanced toward Bram and caught the fire simmering in his eyes and the telltale flush creeping along his neck. He was just as aroused as Ry at the prospect of what waited for them upstairs.
Ry curled his fingers around Lacey’s and pivoted away from the railing. She didn’t immediately follow, and he gave her a questioning look. Her focus veered toward the stairway in the opposite direction, the one that led down to the basement level—or the dungeon, as the regulars referred to it. “Aren’t we…going down there?”
The last thing he wanted to do was watch those scenes below when his entire body was primed to take her upstairs so they could create their own infinitely more satisfying one. But he couldn’t deny her this if it was truly what she desired. Squeezing her hand, he led their trio to the stairs. Once they reached the bottom he waited to see which spectacle would pique Lacey’s curiosity. Recessed speakers in the walls provided a nonintrusive loop of electronica music. Its sexy, pulsing beat provided a steady soundtrack for the rhythmic slap of whips and floggers that were being used in the BDSM display. Lacey surprised him by heading in that direction.
A few other spectators were crowded around to watch one of the club’s more skilled Doms teach the proper technique for using his implements of choice on the willing participant bent over a metal spanking stand. Ry detected Lacey’s hard swallow. Difficult to say if the sound was provoked by the crisscrossing pattern of red stripes marking the woman’s ass, or the cuffs bolting the female’s hands and feet to the base of the stand.
He looked down and noticed Lacey was staring entranced at the scene. She licked her lips, and another thunderbolt of lust ricocheted through him. His concern that she might be repelled by the sight before her instantly dissolved. No, she was definitely intrigued and aroused. Which only made him more anxious to get her upstairs. Apparently he wasn’t the only one because Bram leaned forward and accidentally brushed his fingers along Lacey’s breast. She jumped slightly, her gaze jerking up to meet Bram’s. Ry took advantage of her momentary distraction and squeezed her hand. “Let’s go.”
She turned toward him, her forehead furrowed with a frown. “We’re leaving? Already?”
“No. We have a surprise for you upstairs.”
“What kind of surprise?”
He nudged closer to her until his thigh butted against hers. Pressing his mouth near her ear, he flattened her palm over his erection. “The kind you’ll like.”
A breath shuddered from her, and her fingers reflexively tightened around his cock. Scraping her teeth over her bottom lip, she stroked him through the denim. His rough exhale gusting free, he tugged her away from the display and headed toward the steps. It took every ounce of control he possessed not to sweep Lacey into his arms and barrel up to the room. As it was, he ground his teeth in frustration when they reached the locked door and Bram fumbled around in his wallet for the coded keycard. Finally Bram slipped the card into the slider and swung the door open.
A gasp escaped Lacey as she stepped inside. Although Bram had given him a tour of this room before, Ry tried to see the space from Lacey’s perspective. The stone walls were swathed floor to ceiling with black velvet drapes lined with red silk. An oddly shaped leather bench rested near the far wall, its funky design perfect for making love in a variety of positions. Interesting as that piece of furniture was, it didn’t hold a candle to the room’s main attraction.
Lacey stepped forward, her attention riveted to the large suspension cage and the uniquely engineered harness swing hanging from the center pulley. “W-what’s that for?”
Ry stepped behind her and caressed her rib cage. “You.”
She gulped. “You’re going to strap me into that?”
“Hell yeah.” Bram moved in front of Lacey, sandwiching her between he and Ry. “You’re gonna love it. The harness binds you, but the swing makes it feel like you’re floating in air.”
“Have you used it before?”
“No, but I’ve always wanted to.” Bram relieved Lacey of her coat and tossed it onto one of the nearby chairs before removing his jacket and adding it to hers.
Ry followed suit and unbuttoned Lacey’s blouse. He slipped his hands beneath the opened sides and cupped her breasts, massaging their weight through her bra. “This will be a first for all of us.”
She nestled against his collarbone and released a shaky sigh. “I’m glad.”
He kissed the crown of her head, the sweet floral scent of her hair filling his nose and making him ache. But in a good way. The best way. “Me too.”
Bram ducked his head and nibbled along Lacey’s jaw before sliding his mouth down the slope of her neck, heading toward the deep V of her cleavage. He groaned. “How about we get rid of these clothes?”
Ry was all for that idea. Leaving Bram to take care of Lacey’s boots, pants and G-string bikini, he eased her top off and caressed her shoulders before unhooking her bra and letting it fall to join the rest of her garments. He traced the gentle curve of her spine, his focus drifting to the smattering of freckles that dotted her hip. Stooping, he kissed the tempting marks and massaged her ass cheeks. Unable to resist a second longer, he nipped her butt and smacked it, the action making her squeal. He chuckled. “Naughty girl. We saw the way you stared at that girl while she was getting spanked. Were you hoping you could take her place?”
“M-maybe.”
Her stuttering response provoked a growl from his throat. “No one touches you but Bram or me. But we’d be happy to make that fantasy come true for you, baby.”
“Now?”
He bit her again and reveled in her sharp intake of air. “Impatient, aren’t we? No, we had some other form of teasing in mind for tonight.” He straightened and took her hand while Bram claimed her other. Together they led her to the harness swing and helped her step into the leg restraints. Once those were properly fastened, they secured her into the torso section, making sure that the bindings were snug enough to provide pleasure but not restrict blood flow. By the time they were finished getting her sit
“Now what?” An unmistakable tremor of excitement shook her voice.
Bram strode to the small end table where their purchased goodies were laid out. He picked up the silk blindfold and ran it between his fingers. “Now we see exactly how much pleasure you can stand.” His grin sinful, he tucked the cloth around Lacey’s eyes and knotted it firmly behind her head. “Can you see anything?”
“N-no.” Lacey’s entire body was quivering now, making the swing dip and creak. They’d barely touched her and already she was incredibly aroused. Ry could smell the musky evidence of it.
Jesus. He wanted to bury his mouth in her pussy and gorge on her until she was screaming and coming hard on his tongue. His hands unsteady, he fumbled with his black pullover and tugged it off before kicking out of his shoes and stripping from his jeans and briefs. The rustle of clothing hinted that Bram was equally engaged in getting himself naked.
“Why are you guys taking so long? Is this all part of your evil plan to drive me crazy?”
Ry returned to Lacey, keeping his approach stealthy and quiet. He barely grazed his fingertips over her nipples and she jerked. Her lips parted, her breath quickening. Without saying a word, he leaned in and kissed her. His groan floated free as her tongue met his in a lusty joining, and she scraped her nails along his jaw. She gasped for air and he used the opportunity to nuzzle her neck, sucking the soft spot just beneath her ear. She shivered. “Oh God. Ry, that feels so good.”
He lifted his head as Bram moved beside him. They both shared a grin, and Bram cleared his throat. “Uh, Lace. That was me.”
She snorted. “Nice try. Ry’s gone a lot longer in between shaving than you, Mr. Smooth Face.”
Bram grunted. “Damn, busted.”
Ry gave Lacey’s ear a gentle love bite. “Pretty soon you won’t be able to cheat by using your hands. Then we’ll see how good you are at figuring us out.”
“W-what do you mean I won’t be able to—” She yelped when Ry cranked the pulley that lowered the head and torso section of the swing. Bram grabbed the ties affixed to the side bars of the suspension cage and fastened them to the leg restraints Lacey wore. The bindings spread her thighs into a wide V, leaving her completely exposed and unable to do a thing about it. The knowledge sent a hot spear of lust through Ry, making his cock bob. He stroked it before reaching for the matching ties that hung loosely from the opposite rails. These came with velvet-lined Velcro cuffs, which he promptly secured around Lacey’s wrists. She was now thoroughly at their mercy.
Fuck, this was going to be hot and mind blowing. “Everything okay, baby? None of those straps are digging into you, are they?”
Swallowing hard, she shook her head. He stroked her cheek. “You need to say the words, Lacey. It’s important to verbalize if you’re enjoying something or not. Bram and I don’t want to mistake or miss any cues you might give us. All right?”
She nodded before apparently recalling his orders. “No, I like it. It feels kind of like I’m lying on a hammock.” A ghost of a smile tilted her lips. “Make that a hammock used for dirty, kinky sex.”
Both he and Bram laughed, but the sound died in Ry’s throat as he stepped around Lacey and got his first real view of her pussy on such perfect display. The snug black straps of the harness acted like a frame to her pink, glistening flesh. She was unbelievably wet. Moisture trickled constantly from her slit and slid between the cheeks of her ass. The sound that ripped from Ry was nearly unrecognizable, even to him. His knees hit the carpet and a second later, his tongue plunged inside all that sweet sugar. She cried out, the harness swaying slightly as she writhed. Her bonds significantly limited her motions though. Knowing that she had no choice but to remain open and available to his feasting fueled Ry’s hunger to the max. Grasping her hips, he sucked on her clit until the tiny nubbin slickened and swelled.
A stream of incoherent pleas tumbled from Lacey. He knew she was on the brink of coming and desperate for him to push her over the edge. A twinge of guilt shuttled through him at not giving in to her, but his end goal wasn’t a fast, merciful orgasm. When she came, it’d be like nothing she’d experienced. So fucking good, there’d be no lingering question in her mind about if this threesome would work. Her head might resist, but her body would see to it that it wouldn’t be for long.
Spearing his tongue into her pussy, he fucked her with shallow lashes before probing deeper. Lacey’s sobs intensified and her inner channel rippled around him. Her juices coated his mouth, ran down his chin. He slipped his tongue from her and flattened it, plowing through her soaked cleft and along her perineum. When he swirled over her asshole, she bucked in the harness.
“Ry, oh God.”
He continued lapping at her rosebud, priming himself as much as her. There was no way his cock wasn’t getting inside this sweet ass tonight. Judging from Lacey’s response to his oral devotion, she wouldn’t be likely to tell him no. Lifting his head, he glanced toward her face, his focus roving along her straining body. The crisscrossing straps of the harness plumped her breasts. Her nipples were two firm, erect peaks capping the creamy, generous mounds.
She was as tempting as a candy store fully stocked with every single one of his most favorite treats. He wanted to sample all the delights she had to offer, over and over until he was thoroughly glutted on her. He glanced sideways and noticed Bram’s hooded gaze was glued to Lacey’s pussy. His fist was squeezing the base of his cock, trying to keep it from blowing. Ry nodded toward the collection of condoms waiting on the table before ducking beneath Lacey’s outstretched leg. After kissing her hip, he stood beside her, drinking in the delicious sight she made. “Do you have any idea how damn sexy you are, baby?”
Snagging her lip between her teeth, she shook her head, making her blonde curtain of hair swish from side to side. Her cheeks pinkened. “Sorry, I mean no.”
It made him ridiculously pleased that she’d remembered his admonishment about using words rather than gestures. “You are.” He skated his palm over her skin, loving the contrast of its silky smoothness compared to the rougher surface of the harness. His fingertips coasted across her nipples just as Bram settled between her legs and began eating her out. The visual was almost too much for Ry to take. Smothering a groan, he left Lacey and went to fetch a condom and a bottle of lube. As he was about to pivot, his eye caught the bulbous-shaped butt plug sitting nearby. Bram hadn’t mentioned he’d purchased one.
Mentally sending himself a note to thank Bram for his foresight, Ry swiped the plug too and returned to Lacey. He dropped the lube and condom packet on the floor but held on to the plug as he bent down and flicked Lacey’s nipple softly with his tongue before sucking the distended nub into his mouth. She trembled, a broken gasp springing past her lips. He shot a look toward Bram. “No letting her come yet.”
Bram gave a wet, muffled response that Ry took to be an affirmative. Ry plucked at Lacey’s damp nipple. “Anal is on your list. Have you done it before?”
She licked her lips, her throat working with a swallow. “No.”
A primal satisfaction surged through him. The notion that no man had claimed her anal cherry made him all the more determined to be the one to do it. “I want to be your first, baby. Tonight. Are you okay with that?”
She hesitated for a moment. “Yes.”
He rubbed his jaw over her breast, relishing the sexy noises she made when his beard scruff tickled her nipple. “I’m going to make it good for you. I promise you won’t regret giving me this gift.” He placed the plug on her belly so that she would feel it. “I’m going to get you ready for me by using this. While your ass is stretching to accommodate it, I want you to pretend it’s my cock filling you. All right?”
She gulped. “Okay.” Her voice sounded thin and reedy. He glanced toward Bram, making sure he was keeping his word about not making her come. Bram had stopped licking her and was now using two fingers buried knuckles-deep in her pussy to keep her on the edge.
Ry grabbed the bottle of lube and snatched the plug from its perch on Lacey’s stomach. He greased up the device and scooted next to Bram. They both watched, entranced, as Ry squirted a dollop of the lube into Lacey’s ass and worked the gel inside with his thumb. A strangled noise came from Lacey, and he immediately stopped. “Am I hurting you?”
“No. God. I-It feels…amazing.” She shivered.
He removed his thumb and eased the head of the plug in slowly. The resistant ring of muscle protested invasion, but finally he managed to seat the entire plug inside of her. He stared at Lacey stretched so enticingly before him, ass stuffed with a dildo and her pussy hugging Bram’s fingers. His cock felt like it was going to explode.
Bram gave a tortured moan. “Fuck. Must fuck.”
Ry would have chuckled if he weren’t thinking the same exact damn thing. He slapped the discarded condom into Bram’s hand before hefting to his feet and moving toward the front of the cage. Bending, he snagged the other condom and palmed it. He cupped Lacey’s cheek, stroking her as Bram positioned himself between her thighs.
The twin groans that fell from Bram and Lacey as he entered her tightened Ry’s balls. Bram withdrew slightly before sinking in again. And again. The slick sound of their lovemaking was the most erotic thing Ry had ever heard. And the look of pure ecstasy on Bram’s face almost made him jealous that he wasn’t the one pumping in and out of Lacey.
“How does she feel?”
“Fucking amazing.” Gripping the straps that supported Lacey’s hips and thighs, Bram peered down, his focus glued to where he and Lacey were joined. “All I can feel is wet, snug pussy. So good.”
Ry brushed the hair away from Lacey’s perspiring forehead. “Tell me what you’re feeling, baby.”
“Bram’s cock. Gliding in me.” She shuddered, her body pulling tight. “I don’t think anyone’s ever been in me this deep before.”
I will be. Soon. Ry leaned forward and caressed her breast. “Are you concentrating on the plug in your ass, imagining it’s my cock?”
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