BDSM Mega Boxed Set

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

  One of her doms selected a brilliant red feather, while the other forced a ball gag between her teeth and fastened it behind her head. She had asked not to be blindfolded, though, in her instructions. She wanted some denial, but she wanted to see everything.

  The feather swept down the side of her face, lulling her into a false calm. It traced down her neck, over her clavicle, then it teased her hard nipples with its downy touch. But soft torment became rough when her second dom fastened clamps to each taut peak.

  He touched a button on each clamp and vibration as well as the sharp sting of the pinching clamps zipped through her. She clenched her teeth and thrashed in her bonds.

  “Stay still, mistress,” one dom scolded, then he grabbed a paddle from the table of toys nearby and slapped her thigh hard.

  She bit her lip and struggled to internalize the pain, to not cry out. When she looked to her other dom, he appeared torn over this. He was new to scening, after all. So she indicated that the ball gag should be removed then murmured “green,” the safe word, to reassure him, and gave a smile to let him know she was enjoying this. His tentative posture relaxed a bit, but she knew it would take him some time to understand this world fully.

  He went back to work with the feather, but soon traded this for another toy she had instructed them to use: a tiny vibrator with an exaggerated curve at its tip. The dom went to his knees and turned the toy on. He traced its smooth surface up her thighs slowly. The vibration made her skin tingle and shiver. Closer, closer still, he moved toward her sex, and her anticipation spiked higher, as did her need for release.

  He teased her wet labia with the toy, stroked it up and down her slick opening. She squirmed and bucked her hips forward, moaning in her frustration. Once more, she received discipline for this.

  “I told you to stay still,” the dom commanded, giving her three sharps raps on both her thighs.

  The other dom bolted to his feet. “Quit hitting her, you asshole!”

  Eli gave him a confused frown. “This was part of the deal! You read her instructions, didn’t you? This is part of BDSM. She’s consenting.”

  Nash stomped closer and raised a fist.

  “Nash, it’s okay,” Fiona spoke loudly and hoped her ex would listen. “Eli’s right. This is part of what I wanted. Pain and pleasure go together for a lot of us in the BDSM community.”

  Nash gave her a bewildered frown, then his face fell in defeat at her disappointment. “I read your instructions. I’m sorry. This just seems… strange, I guess.”

  To her shock, it was Eli who spoke encouraging words. “This lifestyle takes some getting used to. But, please, know I would never do anything Fiona hasn’t consented to. Trust is very important in these scenes.”

  Nash nodded. “I screwed this up.”

  Fiona looked to Eli. “Just take me to bed.” Then to Nash, she gave a reassuring smile. “Make love to me, both of you.”

  His sideways grin told her he knew she’d forgiven him. They untied her and Eli let Nash carry her into the bedroom. They placed her on the quilt and cherished her completely, as they had in the bathtub. Lips and tongues glided over her wet skin, licking and kissing the beads of liquid from her flesh. Hands roamed over her flesh, squeezing her breasts, her hips, her ass.

  She returned this attention, stroking their slick biceps, molding her palms to their sculpted pecs. Dipping her head, she lapped up beads of water from the valley between their pectorals.

  Teeth dug into her neck, making her gasp as her sex throbbed hotter. Her hand wrapped around one steely erection, feeling blood pump through the hard cock as she worked it with her grip. Fingers explored her labia and clit, making sensation shoot through her every nerve.

  Here, with her, the two men seemed to forget about their differences and lavish Fiona with attention, affection. She melted into their kisses, caresses.

  A mouth closed around her nipple, suckling hard, while the lover behind her raised up her leg and wrapped it around his hip. He entered her pussy from behind and pumped in and out in a sensual rhythm. The one in front continued to tease her nipples, squeeze her breasts, then his mouth moved lower. His teeth bit into the flesh near her belly button and she cried out as the one fucking her drove his cock deep.

  Those lips moved lower still until they closed around her clit. He suckled this bead of flesh, then ground his tongue into its throbbing surface until she moaned loud and long. The lover inside her alternated between thrusting deep and slow then hard and fast, as she begged him to do. She soon trembled and whimpered as she came hard while one ate her out and one fucked her.

  They kept her lost in this bliss for what seemed like hours, making her orgasm three times before she fell asleep between them. When she awoke, Nash was gone, and it filled her heart with a great sadness to find this.

  ***

  Nash glanced over at Eli. “I’m sorry about … the other night.”

  Eli raised an eyebrow as their gazes met. “I’m not the one you should be apologizing to.”

  “I already told Fiona I was sorry.” He focused once more on the house they watched. “I acted like an asshole. I read her instructions. Knew what was involved. I just didn’t think we’d be slapping her so hard.” He winced at the memory.

  “BDSM play takes some getting used to. For many in the lifestyle, pain is a part of pleasure.”

  Nash nodded. He knew it would take him awhile to accustom to this world his ex-wife, and his brother, were now a part of. Fiona had explained to him that, for her, it was about the high that came with the adrenaline rush the pain created. There was a spiritual element too that resulted from pushing herself to her limits, denying the orgasm until she was nearly mad with the need for release. The pain heightened the pleasure and took her to an altered state of consciousness.

  “Some live the life 24/7,” Eli continued to explain. “It’s not always about pain for everyone, either. Some find pleasure, freedom, through serving another. Satisfying their needs satisfies their own. Some also incorporate punishment not only as sexual gratification, but as discipline when a dom is displeased. BDSM is far more complex than most outside the subculture realize.”

  They were parked outside Murphy’s place, waiting to go in and confront the MMA fighter. Mako and Alves would arrive soon and they would pay him a visit. Nash had selected a spot far enough away from the house so they would remain inconspicuous, but close enough that Murphy couldn’t give them the slip.

  In an effort to kill time while they wait for Alves and Mako, he asked, “How’d you get into the lifestyle?”

  Eli smiled, and nostalgia showed in his expression. “I was a street kid. Stole this woman’s purse and she ran after me. I was a skinny twenty-year-old back then and she packed a mean punch. She gave me options. Said I could avoid the cops if I’d do something for her. Turned out Rose was a dominatrix working for Surrender. She took me under her wing and the rest is history.”

  “Where’s Rose now?”

  Eli heaved a great sigh and looked away from him. “Rose was a former old lady. She left the motorcycle club she was affiliated with when it got too deep into dealing drugs. A rival of the cartel her husband was muling for gunned her down one night when she was walking home. They didn’t know she’d left him. The murder was a warning to her ex.” Eli’s voice went gravelly with emotion.

  Nash reached over and gave his shoulder a brusque squeeze. His gut tightened with compassion for his rival. “I’m sorry, man.”

  Eli nodded and looked forward.

  “That thing we did … scening? Would you be willing to do it again?” Nash said.

  Eli shrugged. “Sure, for Fiona I’ll do anything.”

  Nash locked eyes with him. The big Polynesian wasn’t goading him. He was just stating a fact. “So would I.”

  Eli nodded. “You really love her. I see that. A man doesn’t go to these lengths unless he truly loves someone.”

  Mako and Alves pulled up behind them, killed the headlights, and it was time to
go. They all vacated their cars and met under the looming willow they’d parked beside.

  “You and Mako cover the back door,” Nash said to Alves. “Just in case Murphy tries to run when he sees me.” Then he turned to Eli. “You knock on the front and I’ll stand out of sight. Once he lets you in, I’ll come up behind you.”

  They headed toward the sprawling stucco rancher that was Peter Murphy’s home. With the cash he made in MMA, Murphy should’ve been able to buy a nicer place, but the money he’d gambled away must’ve landed him in this less than savory neighborhood.

  Mako and Alves slipped around back of the house and Eli rang the doorbell next to the screen door. It took three rings before footsteps thumped toward them and Murphy opened up.

  The big Irishman glowered out the screen door at Eli. “Who the hell are you?”

  “Someone you need to talk to,” Eli said. “Open up.”

  Murphy frowned and backed away, then he bolted. Eli tore the screen door open and sprinted inside, with Nash close on his heels.

  They brought the big fighter down beside the couch. When he was sure Eli had Murphy restrained, Nash went to the back door and let in Mako and Alves. Eli ripped a cord off a lamp and used it to secure Murphy’s wrists behind his back. They put the big Irishman on the couch and gathered around him.

  Nash sat in an armchair opposite. “Here’s the deal, Murphy. You’re going to tell Daniel Milligan that you framed Fiona. That you were really the one dealings steroids to Mako and Alves.”

  Murphy scoffed and glared at the two fighters standing near Eli. “And why would I do that?”

  Nash tossed a folder at the bound man. Eli untied him so he could read the contents. As he did so, he growled. “Running wouldn’t be wise, asshole. I don’t care if you’re a trained fighter. There are four of us and one of you.”

  Murphy snarled something back, but Nash couldn’t make it out.

  As the fighter scanned the papers Nash handed him, his face soured and he muttered curses. The documents were copies of the proof Thomas had gathered about Murphy’s gambling debts and the money he’d stolen from Fiona.

  “You’ll be paying Fiona back, too,” Nash said when Murphy quit reading and glowered at him.

  “This doesn’t prove Fiona’s innocent.” He threw the folder at Nash.

  “No, but we can.” Alves stepped forward. “If you don’t go to Daniel and tell him everything, we will.”

  “Why would I ruin my career for you assholes?” Murphy snapped.

  “Because you don’t have a choice,” Eli said. “Either you go to Daniel, or we will.”

  “Go back to brawling in Brazil or Belfast,” Nash said. “I’ll even pay for the ticket.” Then he rose out of the chair. “You’ve got two days to turn yourself in to Daniel. If Fiona doesn’t get a call from Strength Inc. before the weekend, we’ll be back.”

  ***

  While Fiona drove to Eli’s, she wondered what was up. She knew he and Nash had gone to Murphy’s recently to confront him, so she expected he’d want to fill her in. But, instead, he’d invited her to play in his dungeon this afternoon. She’d broached the Murphy subject, and he said they’d gotten results, but he seemed more focused on scening than discussing the outcome.

  Something was definitely up. Her gut burned with dread. Had Eli and Nash gotten into a fight during the shakedown? Had their anger toward one another destroyed the operation? She’d have to wait until she got to Eli’s to find out.

  A shock greeted her after she let herself into Eli’s apartment. Nash was sitting on the couch, talking with Eli as if they were old friends.

  “You haven’t killed each other yet?”

  Eli grinned at her. “No, we decided to call a truce based on the one thing we can agree on.”

  “You,” Nash said, then he patted the couch next to him and she sat, still awestruck by their peaceful coexistence.

  The men filled her in on Muphy.

  “You should be getting a call from Daniel soon,” Nash said.

  “Thank you both, so much.” She made them stand so she could hug them. “I love you guys.”

  And she meant it. She loved them both and hoped they wouldn’t ask her to choose, because she couldn’t Both men had become equally important in her life. The old rifts between her and Nash were truly healing, and the bond between her and Eli strengthened.

  “Now, let’s celebrate,” Eli said with a wily grin, and the two men led her to the dungeon.

  But she stopped them just outside the door and looked at Nash. “You okay with this?”

  “Yeah, I’m good. Eli’s been explaining BDSM to me, outlining the culture. I think I get it now. Just be patient with me.”

  Her heart filled with renewed feelings for him. She stroked his face and followed her men into the den of pleasure.

  They led her to a small, round spanking horse that could easily be mistaken for a simple leather ottoman. Silver rivets lined each end of the bench, and two silver wrist cuffs also rested on the floor, waiting to bind her. Her ankles would remain unfettered, and she had a good idea why. This would give her and her doms more mobility.

  She undressed quickly and they stripped down to tiny black leather shorts they’d concealed beneath their clothes. One lowered her to her knees and she bent over the bench. The cool, smooth leather surface pressed into her stomach and she closed her eyes. She shivered in anticipation as the cool, steel manacles were fastened to her wrists.

  “Eli will guide me,” Nash whispered in her ear before they started. “I promise I won’t freak out this time. I wanted to make up for the other night.”

  “Thank you.” The words caught in her throat as emotions welled up. Gratitude and love. She had everything she wanted right here in this room.

  Hands stroked her all over. Rough, callused palms smoothed over her back. Fingers massaged her ass lovingly, cherishing each cheek with an ardent squeeze, a carnal touch. She was adored and complete. A soft sigh escaped her.

  The paddle met her flesh hard and swift. She hadn’t expected it and she squealed in surprise, which earned her another sharp rap.

  “Be quiet, mistress. We haven’t given you permission to react yet.” It was Nash’s voice, and though he sounded tentative, her heart warmed from his efforts. He’d never cared so much about her needs in the past.

  She remained still and willed herself silent, as her doms bid.

  The hands returned, igniting fire across her skin. She was hyper aware of their every touch. Fingers applied a sensation lubricant to her anus then slipped inside, widening her, exploring her, until she had to bite back a moan. An anal plug nudged into her rectum and turned on. High speed vibration rocketed through her, tightening her wet pussy and intensifying the tingling in her lower belly. She jutted her hips up, hungry for their touch and unable to stop herself.

  Whack! Another sharp rap landed on her ass and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Two more lashes followed. Her skin absorbed the delicious sting. Her pussy throbbed like crazy.

  The anal plug thrust in and out, in and out. It was torture not to match its rhythm, but she willed herself to be still. Fingers slid into her slick opening and began to fuck her. They stroked her g-spot until a blissful pressure built. She fisted her hands in her bonds and internalized this pleasure.

  A tongue flit out over her clit and she almost gasped loudly. One of the doms had crawled beneath her to tease her sex, while the other fucked her ass and pussy. She grit her teeth and hissed air between them. The wrinkles deepened in her brow as he licked around her labia, tugged on them with his teeth. Now the ecstasy made her dizzy. Her head swirled from the flood of endorphins brought by this euphoria.

  When he ground his tongue into her clit, sending shockwaves through her groin, she cried out, unable to stop herself and wanting the punishment that would increase the pleasure.

  Their touches ceased and the straps came down hard. Once, twice, three times. She lost count as she took the spanking and ached for them to tease and ca
ress her again. Her ass burned as their hands and tongued returned to probe, caress, fuck.

  “Please,” she begged. “Please put your cock inside me, sir.”

  “Do you think you deserve it?” one of the doms growled. “Have you been good enough, mistress?”

  “Yes, please.” She wiggled her ass while he still fucked it with the plug, wanting to be bold. She’d gladly suffer any consequences. “Fuck me now, please, sir.”

  The anal plug still pumped in and out of her as he slid his thick cock deep inside of her. She sighed and moaned, but no slaps rained down on her. Without speaking, they’d given her permission to react as they all got caught up in their carnal lovemaking.

  The dom beneath her continued to lap at her clit while the other thrust in and out of her. He sucked on the swollen bead of flesh, quickly flicking his tongue over it until she bucked into his face. Her rhythm soon matched theirs as her hips swung back and forth to take all the pleasure they had to give.

  Sweat beaded her flesh. It slickened the hands grasping her ass. They became a symphony of moans and groans as they copulated. With an intense shudder, she came hard. Juices ran down her thighs from the intensity of her orgasm. The dom inside her finished soon after, driving his cock deep. It twitched in her pussy once, twice, as he spilled his seed within her womb.

  ***

  Fiona grabbed Nash’s arm as she entered the hall leading to Thomas’ office. “Daniel called yesterday.” She beamed at him. “I’m reinstated.”

  “That’s wonderful!” He hugged her tight and it felt great to be in his arms again. “He say anything about Murphy?”

  Her lips twisted in a smirk. “Apparently Murphy’s gone missing. Something about selling his house and flying to Brazil. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?”

  They walked arm in arm down the hall, and she caught his lopsided grin as they did so. “What makes you ask that?”

  Fiona laughed. She hadn’t been this lighthearted in so long and it felt good. Like a massive weight had been taken from her chest and she could breathe easily again. “I got a check from Mr. Murphy, too. He returned every cent. So once I deposit that, looks like I’ll be going apartment hunting.”