BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  They also brought out what looked like an antique spanking bench. It was topped by golden cushions, and intricate, glittering patterns were sewn atop them in silver thread. A pale oak frame, also elaborately carved, supported the two cushions. Near the top of the longer cushion, cuffs made of gleaming silver stuck out of the oak. A pair of similar cuffs were located at the end of the shorter cushion as well.

  “Begin the bonding ceremony,” said the fairy queen sitting in the throne on the left.

  “What does she mean by bonding ceremony?” I whispered to Mike as he led me to the spanking bench and strapped me in.

  “I’ll explain later.” Mike brushed a kiss over my temple then walked away.

  “I think you should explain now,” I protested, but he slapped my butt, which now jutted high in the air, and told me not to be disrespectful to fairy royalty.

  I bit back my retort. Hell, I was in a fantasyland come to life. I figured it was better to play it safe, in case one of these creatures bit my head off, or worse. I knew nothing of the rules of this place, so I let go and left myself in Mike’s capable hands. After all, he’d handled my bar like a charm, and he sure did a fine job on my body the night before, so…

  With my wrists and ankles in manacles, my torso pressed tight against the soft, silky pads. The rough texture of the embroidery work scraped over my nipples, making them tingle and grow hard. My ankles were bound so that my legs were held wide apart, and cool currents of air teased my pussy as I waited for what would happen next.

  “I’m going to put ginger up your ass, darling,” he told me, loudly, and the whole crowd applauded. I felt my face burn, but the shame didn’t linger. It was eclipsed by the thrill of engaging in this strange, new form of sexual play. Of experiencing a new world in many different ways. “Are you ready, Kat?”

  So I steeled my resolve and nodded.

  “Figging, or the insertion of ginger, is all about playing with sensation. It will calm you, thrill you, test you. You know the safe word if you get uncomfy.”

  I nodded again, took a deep breath, scanned some of the masked faces watching me intently. My face was pressed to the pillow, and I could barely move my head, but I could see enough to know the crowd had grown.

  Before he nudged the piece of ginger into my anus, he readied me with his tongue and lips and fingers. His hot, wet tongue first stroked my ass, making me relax and loosen up. Once the tight hole was well lubed from his saliva, he added a finger, then another. He curled and straightened them as he probed my anal canal, stretching it wider. I clamped down around his touch as the pleasure soared higher, but he urged me to keep loose.

  His fingers disappeared and the moist, smooth tip of the root went in. But not before he showed me the handmade toy. The root had been shaped to resemble a butt plug, tapered at one end and wider at the other. He slid the tip up my ass and a pleasant tingling started. The sweet, spicy scent of ginger filled my nostrils.

  He stroked my ass, massaged my cheeks, and tickled fingers ever so lightly over my clit, while the root heated up inside of me, making my asshole throb. Then his hands left me while my anus clenched tight around the root.

  Thwack!

  I screamed and bucked atop the spanking bench when the paddle hit my ass, making the right cheek jiggle and sting intensely.

  He walked around in front of me and showed me the spanking toy. It was a blue, velvety paddle that reminded me of playing ping pong as a kid. He stroked my face with the soft, fuzzy surface then trailed it over my neck. He swirled and swept it over my back, making the tight muscles there release. I “oohhh” and “ahhh” as the ginger inside me burned hotter, then I had orgasm number one. My pussy trembled as I thrashed in my bonds, and juices trickled down my spread legs.

  The paddle swished over my rounded ass cheeks. He swept its fuzzy edge down my crack, urged it between my wet, swollen labia. He soothed away the sting of that first slap, and then…

  Whap!

  The paddle came down harder this time. I arched my back and sucked my stomach in. The burning in my ass became raging hot. My mind zipped and binged with pleasure / pain overload.

  “Wanna use the safe word yet, hon?” Mike drawled.

  “Not on your life,” I gasped out.

  Before it grew uncomfortably hot, he took the root from inside me, but not before he applied a few more sharp raps to my stinging cheeks. I writhed and wriggled in my bonds, screamed and cried in pleasure.

  “You know, a good submissive is usually quiet,” he teased in between tormenting me.

  “Who says I’m a good submissive?” I retorted, between moans and slaps.

  “Oh, you’re good, hon, but you’ll definitely need a lot of discipline.”

  I was liking the sound of that more and more.

  The crowd seemed to be enjoying my display as well. Some edged closer, moving in a strange, fluid way that made them almost appear to float across the floor. I heard murmurs of approval and some applause drifted to my ears. The shame and humiliation factor melted away, and I reveled in the wanton release of complete exhibitionism.

  Tonight, I would definitely sleep well again. I had no doubts.

  I heard the crinkle and rip of a condom wrapper, then a thick, long cock pumped its way inside of me. I sighed and let my back arch deeper, my ass jut higher, as I took all of him.

  Smooth, gloved hands touched me and I stiffened momentarily. The others were joining in. Touching me everywhere. Their silken caresses plucked at my nipples, then they added mouths and teeth. They suckled me, taking the taut buds so far into their mouths that my aureoles were wet and tingling from their ardent tasting.

  Palms of satin glided over my stomach, down my back. Someone pressed a clit stimulator to the already swollen bud between my legs and I shrieked at the stimulation. The stimulator was like a smooth stone, and a low vibration trembled through it. My fairy lover ground it into my clitoris and drove my pleasure / pain intake higher.

  Anal beads that felt like smooth balls of glass were nudged into my anus. Someone fucked my ass slow and easy with them, while my lover drove his cock into my pussy even harder. My anal canal was still sensitive from the ginger root, and the penetration renewed the pleasant tingling the figging had left behind. I let everything go, completely relaxed, while flames of ecstasy licked higher inside of me.

  I smelled a mix of perfumes coming off my costumed lovers. Sweet and spicy, the earthy scent of sandalwood mixed with roses. The intake of such rich sights, sounds, smells, and touches swept every thought out of my mind. I was free and in the moment. My body seemed to melt under the many fingers, tongues, lips, and cock exploring me.

  I came again and again under their ministrations. More condoms were opened so more cocks could explore me, and I took them all. I became their carnal nymph, eagerly submitting to the pleasure they all had to give. When it was all over, they drifted away from the bench, leaving me exhausted, but very sated and happy.

  Only Mike and I and the fairy queen were left in the cavernous, golden room. He untied me and I wrapped my arms around him as he embraced me. Before she left the room, the fairy queen granted me control over my powers. She swept fingers over my face, leaving behind a pleasant but odd tingling, and then she was gone.

  “I can barely keep my eyes open.” I smiled up at him. “But I still want to know what this bonding ceremony business was all about.”

  “Damn, I was hoping you’d forget about that until morning.” He slapped his bare thigh and I held a hand out as I got up from the bench.

  “Nope, I have an excellent memory.” I chuckled. “Now, let’s go home and you can fill me in.”

  He grinned, took my hand, and walked with me. “Yeah, you’ve seen enough of this place for one night. We should get outta here before they really kick it up.”

  My eyebrow rose. “Well, if what we just did is tame in comparison, I can only imagine.”

  “Oh, you have no idea,” he said as we exited into the tunnel. “This place has a ton of surpri
ses in store for you.”

  ***

  “You know, for a younger guy, you’re pretty cool in every way,” I told Mike as we shut down the bar the next night.

  He laughed. “See? Told you that you misjudged me.” He winked. “Thanks.”

  “I can make hasty judgments sometimes,” I confessed, looking down at the glass I dried because I was embarrassed over my foolishness. “I get a little stuck in old fashioned ways of thinking, I guess.”

  “Nah, you’ve just been too afraid to let people get close. I get that. You just needed a handsome fairy to open you up.” He leaned forward and tweaked my nose.

  Startled, I laughed. “I guess you’re right.” I nodded. “Now, about that bonding ceremony…”

  “Oh, yeah, that…” His steely eyes went wide, and he tried for the innocent country boy routine, which he really couldn’t pull off with me anymore now I knew his secret. “We’re kind of married, under fairy law.”

  My eyes widened and I nearly choked on my sip of water. “Run that by me again?”

  He gave a sexy, sheepish grin. “Yeah… see, I kind of lied.”

  I quirked an eyebrow up. “You’re not as young as I thought?”

  “Not that exactly.” He put the towel he was using to dry glasses down, walked up to the counter.

  I leaned on it, moving closer as I studied him. My heart sped up a bit in my chest. What the hell was he up to now, that tricky fairy? “Okay, spill it. If we’re married, I want us to be completely honest with each other from this moment on.”

  Strong hands, slightly cool to the touch, wrapped around my upper arms.

  “What the—?” My gazed darted between two males on either side of me. One was lanky and of average height, the other was taller than Mike and built halfway between lanky and burly.

  “See, I’m actually a full blooded fairy. Incubus. Fairy court kind of looks out for Halflings like yourself. And my brothers and I have been looking for a girl that could … well … keep up with us. I heard about you, and I asked the court to assign me to you.”

  “So I’m bonded to all of you?” I gulped, but then promptly thought of the possibilities.

  “Well, not yet, but we intend to take care of that right now. If you’ll have us? See, we’re the cure for your insomnia. We also need to get rid of our sexual energy to sleep, but, like you, we tend to exhaust human lovers. You being half-succubus, you can take it.”

  I gazed at the three men in the bar with me. The brothers were unmasked now, and they were definitely equal in hotness to Mike. Each one was a different brand of handsome. The tall big one was rugged and more bestial in his looks, while the other one had long, straight black hair that fell to his waist, and he wore a type of gothic charm that worked well for him. I figured I could work with this arrangement, and it would mean I’d finally get sleep, plus sex, on a consistent basis. What did I have to lose?

  “What the hell?” I smiled. “Let’s go for it.”

  Mike grinned a wide, toothy grin. “Then let’s get started with bonding ceremony two! We’re doing it on the fly tonight. Kinda like eloping.”

  And as these words left his lips, all the lights in the bar, except for one globe light above a rounded table, went out.

  The black lacquered table became my stage, and the three brothers helped me up onto it. I sat while they strapped a combo manacle device to my ankles and wrists.

  “What’s this exactly?” I’d read about a lot of kinky devices in my life, used a few with the brief partners I’d had, but I’d never seen this one before.

  “It’s called a spreader,” the one brother explained, after they helped me stand in my four inch suede platform pumps. These were the only clothes they allowed me to keep on. “It keeps your legs open wide for us, and keeps you tied up, while we torment you.” Then he slapped my ass to punctuate his sentence.

  The table was short, and they were tall, so it was no trouble for them to administer sexual torture while I was showcased for them at this height. One produced a leather riding crop, and he ran the soft tip up my legs, flicked the tip of the crop over my swelling clitoris, then explored my now wet sex with this leathery loop. I moaned as the soft tip tickled between my labia then poked into my creamy hole.

  “Like that?” he whispered before he kissed the backs of my knees.

  “Yesss…” I groaned.

  His brother’s broad, rough hands folded around my leg and his callused palms scraped my skin as they travelled upward. He encircled my waist and pulled me back down so I sat on the polished surface now. My bound wrists pulled my ankles up, so I was completely exposed to them all, and completely helpless. All that would stop them was the safe word, and I didn’t want them to stop. Didn’t even want them to slow down.

  One brother brought out a curved vibrator with a spongy looking head, and he plunged the rounded, bulbous top into my pussy, while another brother swept a blue, fuzzy feather back and forth over my sex. My third lover suckled at my nipples while I thrashed in my bonds. I wanted to touch their sweat kissed skin, but I was denied. Wanted to touch and please them as they pleased me, but one whispered in my ear, “This is your night,” as I thought this.

  The feather left my clit and a tongue lapped over the sensitive bud while the curved vibrator sank deeper into my pussy. I writhed and moaned, my breath coming in short huffs of air, as a clitoral orgasm shuddered through me.

  The vibrator found my g-spot and hummed against it, creating a light tingling that soon amped up to an insistent throbbing. The man between my legs continued to suck, lick, and nibble my clit while the sex toy probed and pleasured deep inside of me. Soon I hit orgasm number two, and the sensation rocketed through my every cell, leaving me a trembling, bound mass of ecstasy.

  They took me over and over, reveling in my reactions to the pleasure they had to give. When we finally finished, they pulled me from the table and set me in the center of their muscled, sweat-shining flesh. They kissed me and licked their pearly semen from my skin.

  “So are we all officially men and wife now?” I asked, grinning at my troupe of fairy lovers.

  “We are.” Mike kissed me passionately. “Now, boys, let’s get her upstairs to the marriage bed.”

  I gave him a wide-eyed look and a groan, but this time more from exhaustion. “I don’t know if I can go another round!”

  He chuckled. “Oh, not only will you sleep tonight. You just might pass out in our arms.”

  The Ugly Duckling

  Did I leave the bedroom TV on again? I walked up the stairs, frowning as I tried to remember my hectic morning. Kiss Corey goodbye, grab a muffin for breakfast…

  When I opened the bedroom door, I stopped mentally ticking off my before work routine and let out a scream. I couldn’t help myself.

  My husband Corey and my best friend—make that supposed best friend—Emma were screwing each other’s brains out on my brand new sheets. I hurled curses at them before I hurled the shoe I yanked from my foot. Then I turned and ran from the scene, sobbing as I went.

  Corey ran down the stairs after me, and I turned to face him as he padded into the open kitchen. Emma trailed after him. Her long, brunette curls were a tangled mess, and she struggled to keep the sheet up over her boobs as she tried not to trip over the hem. Her honey colored eyes met mine briefly, and they flashed guilt that she quickly hid by looking away.

  Corey’s gray eyes were full of fake regret and false apology. This wasn’t the first time I’d caught him in bed with another woman, but it would be the last.

  “Casey, baby, I can explain.” He gripped my arms and pressed me into the marble countertop. He tried on a sexy smile, rubbed my skin through my shirt, tried to press his cock against my thigh, but I squirmed away.

  “I’ve heard this story before,” I practically growled the words as I steeled my resolve. He was a gorgeous man. There was no denying that. And whether I hated him or not, he still had a physical effect on me. But I couldn’t let that sway me this time.

 
“You told me you were going to leave her,” Emma hissed these words once she overheard our conversation. She shot daggers in my direction.

  My eyes blurred from tears, but no way would I cry again. I glared at my soon to be ex-husband and my ex-best friend. We’d been high school pals. Corey was the star quarterback. Emma was the head cheerleader, and I was their brainy little tagalong. But how brainy was I? I’d been playing this game of denial with myself for a very long time. Did a smart girl really do that?

  And the truth hit me like a punch to the gut. But then, I’d known the truth all along. Corey was using me. Always had been. After all, I was the main breadwinner. I was the one bringing home paychecks, while he made excuses about turning down good job after good job so he could go out and be the playboy.

  And enough was enough. As he leaned in to kiss me, while Emma screamed like a scalded cat about him being a traitor, I pushed my tiny hands into his massive pecs and scooted out of his embrace.

  Once I was a safe distance away, I snapped up my cell phone and said, “I want you both out of here in under an hour, or I’m calling the police.”

  ***

  Two days later, Corey was gone, and our joint bank account was drained. I stared at the computer screen readout in disbelief. All zeros where there should’ve been a nice chunk of money.

  “Bastard.” I blew a dark blonde curl out of my brown eyes and crumpled the empty paper coffee cup next to me. While I did so, I pretended it was Corey’s head.

  He’d drained every last penny we had. Phone calls to his parents and our friends turned up nothing. The guy had skipped town, or people were lying to me. Emma had also disappeared.

  Big surprise.

  The mortgage on our condo was due, and I’d just received a call that morning telling me my furniture would soon be repossessed. Thank universe I had a small personal account with only my name on it. But there wasn’t enough in it to pay all the bills, and while I had a great job as a corporate consultant who streamlined businesses for efficiency, it would take a few great paying gigs to get me back on my feet.