by Anarie Brady
“God, woman. You’re so tight!” Jeffrey moaned. “Hector, you have simply got to try this.”
Alicia turned her head to glance behind her as she felt Jeffrey relinquish his position. Sure enough, Hector stood ready to take his place.
“No peeking,” Hector reminded her.
Alicia quickly turned to face the wall again. Hector slowly entered her. The stark contrast between Jeffrey’s forceful thrust and Hector’s inching his way in made Alicia tremble with anticipation. With her patience at an end, she pushed against him, impaling herself on his long and narrow staff.
“Oh my, she is tight! Eager, too,” Hector commented. “Enough to make me forget I’m gay—at least for a while.” He laid a hand between her shoulders and began a rhythmic pulse against her.
“Impatient little thing, isn’t she?” He laughed while he continued to fuck her.
Alicia could wait no longer as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She dipped her head low and cried out as Hector’s laughter filled the room. When he pulled out of her, she sagged against the wall.
“Turn,” Mr. Devonshire commanded.
Alicia had not heard him enter and wondered how long he had been watching. Obviously long enough. She scanned the room, noting that all the occupants were naked. Jeffrey lounged on the bed next to Ivory. Paul sat in one of the wing-backed chairs, a glass of wine in his hand and a sardonic smile on his face. Mr. Devonshire stood with his arms crossed, staring at her. Had he seen her push into Hector? If not, should she tell him? Of course she should. A submissive was always honest. Before she had the chance though, he issued his command.
“Greet me.”
Immediately Alicia dropped to her knees in front of him. She took his penis in her hands and sank her mouth around it, moving her hands to cup his balls. He pushed her head down, his flesh nearly gagging her as it hit the back of her throat. Moving her head up and down, she sucked him until her jaw ached. Finally he grasped her braid and pulled her head back so she looked up at him.
“Your eye, is it okay?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. Once the wine was washed out the stinging stopped. Only a small drop touched my left eye.”
“Good. Megan has been punished—severely. I will never tolerate a deliberate act of cruelty. She will not be joining us as originally planned.”
Alicia said nothing. The decision of how to punish the other girl was totally in his hands. Still, she was relieved she would not have to face the other girl again that evening.
“That leaves just you, however, to service us all. Do you think you can handle it?” he asked.
“I will try my best, Sir,” she answered, grinning.
“I would expect no less. You did well tonight, at least with the dinner,” he complimented.
Focusing on his last words, Alicia knew he had seen her earlier mistake.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said quietly.
He released her hair but did not tell her to stand, so she remained in her kneeling position. He turned to his guests who seemed quite occupied. Alicia glanced around and saw that Hector had replaced Ivory on the bed, and the two men were involved in an intimate kiss. Ivory now sat on Paul’s lap, his hand deep between her thighs.
“While the others amuse themselves, do you have anything you’d like to confess?” Mr. Devonshire asked.
Alicia took a deep breath before admitting she had pushed against Hector.
“I’m sorry, Sir. But I had been passive for so long this evening, I just couldn’t help myself,” she said.
“You did well, my lovely companion, in owning your weakness. Your consequence will be less because of it.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“While I prepare for your consequence, why don’t you gather our guests’ clothing into neatly folded stacks.”
Alicia began to stand.
“Did I tell you to stand?” he asked.
Alicia looked up and frowned for a moment. When understanding dawned on her, she nodded and, on her hands and knees, crawled about the room completing her task. By the time she finished, her knees ached and her face was flushed. Still, she felt nothing but pride when she heard Ivory’s comment.
“What a pretty little servant you have, Maverick.”
“Why thank you, Ivory. I think so as well.”
“She certainly is,” Hector added, “but I do believe she is about to be reminded of her place.”
Alicia, unsure of what to do now that the clothes were all stacked in a neat pile, crawled to the center of the room and remained in a kneeling position, her bottom on top of her ankles, head slightly bowed and hands folded over her pink knees.
Mr. Devonshire walked to the closet and opened it. He took down a box wrapped in gold paper and tied with a blue silk ribbon.
“We, Paul and I, have a gift for you, Alicia. Here, open it.” He handed the package to her.
Alicia blinked in surprise. A gift? She was sure she was to be punished, not rewarded. Quickly she untied the bow and dropped the ribbon to the floor. Carefully she loosened the tape on the paper and unwrapped the gift. She found a black box trimmed in gold.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
“Open it,” Mr. Devonshire repeated.
Alicia lifted the lid. She didn’t know what to say. Lying in the velvet lined box was a paddle. Not just any paddle, but one made from aluminum. The handle was wrapped with black leather so the wielder of the instrument would have a good, strong grip. The flat end was roughly three inches wide and eight inches in length. Alicia’s already wet pussy pulsed as she read the word carved into the metal—toy. She couldn’t take her eyes off the beautiful metal paddle.
“What is it, darling?” Ivory asked.
“Answer,” Mr. Devonshire commanded.
“It’s a new paddle, Ivory,” Alicia answered.
“Not just any paddle, one made especially for you,” Paul elaborated.
“Let’s have look,” Jeffrey said.
Alicia glanced up at Mr. Devonshire, awaiting his approval. He smiled and nodded. Alicia held up the paddle for all to see. Its weight surprised her. She knew that if used with the proper force, toy would be emblazoned on her flesh. Paul caught her eye and smiled encouragingly.
“I have a friend who works with metal. I hope you like it,” he said.
Alicia blinked, trying to decide if she liked it or not. “Yes, Paul. I do like it. You really had it made for me?”
“Of course I did. That egg inside you as well. I know how you like to be kept full and I just couldn’t resist the paddle,” he answered.
“Well, then,” Mr. Devonshire said. “Shall we begin?”
Alicia looked up at him expectantly.
“Over the knee to start,” he directed. “Perhaps your ex-husband would like the first go.”
Alicia started in surprise. Were they all going to get a chance to spank her? Apparently so. How would she last the night? Still, she was so excited, moisture began to dampen her thighs.
“Happy to oblige,” Jeffrey graciously accepted the honor.
“Alicia.” Mr. Devonshire gave her a nudge toward Jeffrey who had seated himself on the edge of the bed.
Alicia stood and walked to her ex-husband. He still had a magnificent body, free of almost all body hair, his muscles clearly defined. Obviously life with Hector agreed with him. Alicia had never seen him look so good.
“Come along, luv. Stop dawdling,” he gently scolded.
“You are not,” Mr. Devonshire warned, “unless given permission, allowed to orgasm. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You will learn patience tonight,” he added.
Alicia blushed and quickly climbed onto Jeffrey’s lap after handing him the metal paddle, her head and feet dangling on either side of his legs.
“You know, there was a time when I would have given anything to simply beat you from sheer frustration. Now, though, I simply want to see if this paddle really will leave a readable mark on your arse. You’ve al
ways had a lovely arse, you know,” Jeffrey explained.
“Might I suggest one firm swat aimed for her right cheek?” Paul asked.
“Right,” Jeffrey agreed.
Alicia nearly jumped off Jeffrey’s lap as he landed the first swift blow. Before she could stop herself, her hands came up to protect her bottom. Nothing could have prepared her for a swat like that. With just one blow, she was already crying. If each of them took a turn, she wasn’t sure she could endure it.
“Alicia! You know better!” scolded Mr. Devonshire.
Alicia began to cry in earnest. She did know better. Why did she cover her bottom? Contrite, she dropped her hands to the floor and hoped for the best.
“Look at that, you can already begin to read toy,” Hector said. “Nice job, Jeffrey.”
“Kneel before Jeffrey,” Mr. Devonshire commanded.
Alicia scrambled to comply, her arse stinging and her pussy wet.
“Greet him. Show him you are grateful for that one small swat,” Mr. Devonshire ordered.
Alicia took Jeffrey into her mouth and proceeded to suck, running her finger along his scrotum and reaching around behind him to rim his arsehole. She had done this before and knew how to please him. In fact this was the one aspect of their sex life that had pleased them both. Gently tapping his hole, Alicia deep throated him, finally inserting her fingertip inside Jeffrey and putting pressure on his prostate. She knew she had pleased him when she heard him moan. Someone—Hector?—stood directly behind her, squeezing her against Jeffrey.
“Kiss me,” she heard Jeffrey say.
Alicia assumed he was speaking to Hector and not her since his hand pushed her head downward. Pressing her tongue against his shaft, Alicia increased both the pressure of her sucking and her finger in his arse. Flushing with pleasure, she tasted Jeffrey’s salty essence as he came in her mouth.
“That was incredible,” he said.
“You’re not finished yet, boyfriend,” Hector responded. “I need to be taken care of now.” The two men eased around Alicia, Jeffrey gently pushing Hector onto the bed.
“By all means,” Jeffrey said before going down on the other man.
“Nice work, Alicia, or should I just call you ‘Toy’?” Ivory said. “You don’t mind if I play too, do you?”
Alicia turned to see Ivory’s arms wrapped around Mr. Devonshire’s neck, his hand cupped beneath her bottom.
“Of course she doesn’t,” Mr. Devonshire answered. “But I do believe it’s Paul’s turn with the paddle now. Paul?”
“If you insist, Maverick. Since you’re so pleasantly occupied, I think I’ll take my time,” he answered.
Rather than answer, Mr. Devonshire just laughed and began to play with one of Ivory’s luscious breasts. Paul held out his hand and helped Alicia to stand. With his other, he retrieved the paddle. Still holding her, Paul guided Alicia to the center of the room next to the pole.
“Now, my darling, for a better angle, why don’t you get on all fours again,” Paul suggested.
Rather than answering, Alicia simply did as she was told and dropped to her sore knees, her shoulder braced against the pole. Fully expecting a sharp swat, she nearly jumped out of her skin when Paul’s finger enter her pussy.
“My God, you’re wet,” he commented. “Maybe I should fuck you first.”
Alicia closed her eyes, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Since he had not asked a question, she couldn’t answer him, but oh, how she wanted to. Please, Paul, please fuck me, she silently begged. Please give me permission to come.
“Maybe, but not quite yet,” he answered himself.
Keeping his finger inside her, Paul delivered one swift, hard smack to her left arse cheek. Alicia bit her lip, her shoulder braced against the pole, but she did not cry out or squirm. She also resisted the urge to rub her aching bottom.
“Nice,” he commented. “Now your arse is a veritable neon sign! Still, let’s try something a little different tonight. I wouldn’t want you to be getting tired of just a plain old fuck.”
Alicia dropped her head and began to cry silently again, this time from frustration. All she could think of was Paul inside her. She heard him laugh, then he inserted another finger into her dripping tunnel.
“I hope this doesn’t hurt too much, darling, but I think you’re ready. I think you will enjoy this immensely,” he warned.
Alicia felt him grasp the base of the metal egg. “Now don’t tighten up, just relax.”
In one swift move, he yanked the egg from her arse, pulled out his fingers and shoved his entire hand into her open and quivering rectum. Alicia felt as if her whole body was ripped apart, but purple, green and magenta exploded in her mind as wave after wave of pure pleasure crashed over her. Only when he withdrew his fist did she realize the colors were fading to black.
* * * *
“Here, sweetie. Drink this,” Ivory said, pushing a glass of water against her lips.
Alicia realized she was lying on the floor, her head in Paul’s lap with Mr. Devonshire on one side of her and Ivory on the other. Looking over at the bed, she saw that both Hector and Jeffrey watched her with concern in their eyes.
“Alicia, I’m so sorry. Tell me you’re okay,” Paul said gently.
“Of course I’m okay. I’m fabulous. That was fabulous. What did you do to me? Will you do it again? What happened? Why are you all looking at me like that?” she babbled.
“You fainted,” Mr. Devonshire answered.
“Wow! It was so worth it! I guess I was holding my breath too long,” she reasoned.
“Her color looks better and, with a smile that wide, I’d say she’s fine,” Ivory observed. “Don’t look so concerned, Maverick. It happens sometimes, but only when it’s really, really good.”
“Never happened with me,” Jeffrey said with a slight whine in his voice.
“Not surprising. She really isn’t your type,” Hector pointed out.
“True. Let’s see what I can do about you, then,” Jeffrey said just before taking Hector’s staff into his mouth. Apparently Hector was quite pleased with Jeffrey since he immediately threw his head back and closed his eyes. His hand guided Jeffrey’s head up and down. Jeffrey reached up and began to stroke Hector’s chest, gently twisting his nipples. Hector cried out and Jeffrey’s throat moved convulsively as he swallowed the other man’s gift.
Alicia smiled. “You do that well, Jeffrey,” she commented.
“He certainly does,” Hector agreed.
“Feeling better?” Paul asked her, petting her hair.
“Truly, I’m fine now,” she answered. “Please don’t let my little lapse spoil the evening.”
“You’ve spoiled nothing,” Mr. Devonshire assured her. “Still, just to be sure, I think you’re on light duty for a while, at least the rest of the evening. Come. Sit in a chair.”
“But, Mr. Devonshire, really, I’m fine,” she repeated. One thing was sure, she did not want to sit on the sidelines. What she had just experienced was almost biblical. Okay, so she blacked out for a while. Big deal. She could still perform now that she was rested. She had drunk cum earlier but she had several more thirsty orifices waiting to be satisfied.
“You are not arguing, are you?” he asked sternly.
“No, Sir. I’ll go to the chair,” she humbly replied.
Apparently she would indeed be sitting this one out. She went to the chair, head hanging low and sat, trying desperately not to sulk. She knew Mr. Devonshire was only looking out for her. She had seen the panic and concern on his face when she had come out of her momentary stupor. Still, what right did he have to say if she was fit enough to participate or not? Who did he think he was?
Suddenly, Alicia realized the direction her thoughts were taking. This is not good! If he wanted her to sit out and simply watch, torture though it might be, then she would sit and watch. She was, after all, his to command. She caught his eye as realization hit. He knew exactly what he was doing. Forcing her to watch while Ivory willing
ly pleased both him and Paul was her punishment for her earlier impatience. He was teaching her a lesson in patience. Shit! The man was brilliant. Still captured by his eyes, Alicia nodded, folded her hands on her lap and leaned back in the chair. Mr. Devonshire laughed, apparently fully comprehending her understanding and acceptance of the punishment. Her body would remain parched while Ivory, her best friend, would receive their gifts.
Jeffrey and Hector had moved into the tub, gently cleansing each other’s sweaty bodies. Paul lay on the bed and held out his hand for Ivory to join him. She glanced back at Alicia before accepting his invitation.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” she asked.
Alicia responded, “Of course. I am, as can easily be seen, a toy. A toy to be used or put away depending upon the will of my owner.”
Mr. Devonshire also turned to look at her, raising a questioning eyebrow.
“Besides, I deserve this punishment. I was anxious and willful. The men need their release, as do you. Honestly, Ivory, I wish I were the one on that bed, but since that is not to be, I am very happy it is you.” She smiled encouragingly.
Ivory ignored Paul’s invitation for a moment and walked over to Alicia. She bent close to her friend and kissed her.
“That, darling, is exactly why I will never be a submissive,” she whispered. “If I were in your place, I’d want to claw my eyes out!”
Alicia laughed. “Then it’s good I’m the toy and not you. Go. They’re waiting.”
The two women hugged and kissed again before Ivory joined the men.
Alicia caught Mr. Devonshire’s smile of approval before his face became stern once again. “You will watch, young lady. You will not touch yourself in any way,” he ordered.
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed. So much for her plan to masturbate. To ensure that she would follow his direction, Alicia grasped the arms of the chair.
She watched as Ivory first took Paul’s stiff rod into her mouth, sliding her red lips over his shaft, flicking her pink tongue against the tip. Mr. Devonshire rubbed and patted Ivory’s behind, testing her slit for readiness. He plunged his fingers in and out of her cave, and Alicia bit her bottom lip, seeing the wetness on his hand. Slowly Ivory licked her way up Paul’s body, finally claiming his mouth before mounting him. Mr. Devonshire now worked her arse, lubricating it with her own body’s honey, his hand matching the rhythm of her hips.
