Erotic Weekend

by Cheyenne McCray

  She glanced up at him and met his blue eyes, and saw a wicked gleam mixed with lust.

  “Get in here,” he said. He tugged at her hand and she stumbled over a pillow, barely keeping her balance as he led her to the changing room. He pulled aside a drape and she saw a golden costume that looked like what a harem girl might wear. He slipped the garments from the hanger and handed the top and bottom to her. “Put these on.”

  She clutched it to her chest, the silky material sensitizing her taut nipples. “Yes, Master.”

  “Leave off your thong, and your heels, too.” Derrick gripped her chin and trailed his thumb over her lips. “And don’t make me wait.”

  Andi shivered from his touch. “Yes, Master,” she said as he left, letting the drape fall shut behind him.

  She turned and caught a movement out of the corner of her eye, seeing her reflection in the mirror that hung on one side of the dressing room. For one long moment she stared at herself, her eyes wide with embarrassment…and arousal.

  Her long dark hair hung over her shoulders, looking tousled and windblown, and her naked breasts were lifted up with the bra pulled down beneath them. Her nipples were taut and her skin was flushed. She looked totally wanton, a woman who desperately needed to be fucked.

  With a start she remembered Derrick’s command to not keep him waiting. She stripped out of her thong, her bra, and her heels, and quickly slipped on the silk top with its sheer sleeves. The top didn’t fasten, and with every move she made it fell open to reveal her breasts. The top of the pants was silk, but the legs were sheer, and she could see the triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs.

  And they were crotchless.

  A thrill skittered through Andi’s belly, and she hoped this meant Derrick would finally fuck her.

  “Andi…” came his voice from outside the changing room with a note of warning in his tone. She quickly pulled aside the drape and stepped barefoot upon one of the velvety pillows on the tent’s floor.

  Derrick’s eyes flared and his jaw tightened, as if he was reining himself in. He looked absolutely gorgeous and her arousal deepened as she took him in. The muscles in his biceps flexed as he folded his arms across his well-built chest. His waist tapered down to trim hips and gold silk sultan’s pants covered his long legs. His erection was a huge bulge against the silk.

  She took a deep breath and put her hands behind her back, widened her stance, and lowered her gaze, hoping he wouldn’t punish her for lack of protocol.

  “Very good,” he murmured and she shivered at his husky tone. “Come to me.”

  Andi obeyed, keeping her eyes downcast. The velvet and brocade pillows were both soft and coarse in texture beneath her bare feet, and she had to watch where she stepped to avoid tripping.

  “On your knees, baby,” he said in a voice hoarse with desire when she reached him.

  Andi obeyed, feeling the softness of the pillows beneath her knees when she knelt. She watched as he rubbed his erection through his silk harem pants, then freed his cock through an opening that she hadn’t noticed before.

  He slipped his hand into her hair and guided her forward so that her lips were a hairsbreadth away from the plum-colored head. A drop of semen glistened in the low lighting, and she licked her lips.

  “Suck me, my little harem girl,” he said as his hand clenched her hair tighter, “I’ll reward you well if you perform to my liking.”

  Her belly twisted with excitement and she started to reach up with one hand when he stopped her. “Use only your mouth,” he said.

  “Yes, Master.” She crossed her hands behind her back, hoping she could please him using only her mouth.

  With his hand still clenched in her hair, he pushed his cock through her lips as he thrust forward. Andi took him deep, feeling him at the back of her throat. She licked and sucked and found herself moaning as he fucked her mouth.

  “That’s it, baby.” He groaned as he thrust harder yet, and the silk of his sultan’s pants brushed her face as he ground his hips against her. “Now look at me.”

  Andi’s gaze met his as he watched his cock move in and out of her mouth. Her breasts bounced beneath her gold silk harem top, and the silk rubbed her nipples until she thought she’d scream from the sensation. Her pussy ached and her juices dampened the material of her harem pants. She wanted to slip her fingers into her folds to assuage the need, to bring herself to what she knew would be a shattering orgasm.

  Derrick groaned and she felt his cock tighten in her mouth. Just as she thought he was going to come, he pulled her head back and withdrew his erection from between her lips.

  She watched as he closed his eyes for a moment and tilted his head back. She knew he was fighting to gain control and she felt a rush of pleasure that he had to fight so hard to keep from coming.

  His voice was a low rumble when he released her hair to gesture at the tent pole. “Lay flat on your back, your arms above your head and to either side of the pole.”

  “Yes, Master.” Shivers ran up and down Andi’s spine as she settled against the pillows and raised her arms up. The harem top fell open and she almost grinned when Derrick gave a low groan, his gaze fixed on her naked breasts.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered as he turned and moved to the wall of objects she had noticed earlier. When he returned he was carrying a gold silk scarf in one hand and his other fist was clenched around something she couldn’t see.

  He moved behind the pole where he was out of her sight, then took her wrists in his hands. Quickly he tied her to the pole, the bindings snug against her wrists.

  When he returned to her, he knelt between her thighs, nudging them further apart so that she was splayed wide open to him. She felt the rush of cold air against her wet folds through the crotchless pants.

  Derrick opened his hand and she saw two clamps with golden beads dangling from them. She caught her breath as he raised one to her nipple and clamped it onto the hardened nub.

  The instant pain caused her to gasp, but then she was arching her back at the pleasure of it, her body begging for more. He smiled and clamped the other one to her bare nipple and she bit her lip to keep from moaning. The clamps felt tight, like Derrick was biting her nipples, and the dangling beads lightly caressed the swell of her breasts. The pleasure and pain was incredibly erotic and she was even more turned on than she had been before, which was definitely saying something.

  “You’re so beautiful, baby.” He cupped her breasts and massaged them, and she felt like blood was rushing straight to her head. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

  “Yes, Master.” Andi raised her hips in a plea for him to take her. “Yes!”

  Derrick groaned and grasped his cock in his hand. He brought the head to her folds, and rubbed it against her slick flesh. She pulled against her bonds, wanting to reach for him, at the same time, she squirmed with the need to have him deep inside her.

  He stroked her clit with the head of his cock while he kept his gaze focused on hers. “Are you ready to be fucked hard?”

  Andi almost screamed. “Yes, Master. Please fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

  Derrick gave a look of satisfaction the moment before he drove his cock inside her.

  This time she did scream. It came out of nowhere, shocking her the same way her body was shocked at how he filled her and stretched her wide. She pumped her hips in rhythm with his. She tugged against her silken bonds, wanting to go wild beneath him. Wanting to scrape her nails along his back, down to his tight ass where she would clench him as he drove in and out of her.

  He fucked her so hard her head banged against the pole and his hips bruised the inside of her thighs. The tent seemed to swirl around her, the bright colors blending with the incredible sensations she was experiencing. The clamps tight upon her nipples, the silk and gauze of the harem outfit against her skin. The feel of every thrust Derrick made within her pussy.

  She was so close to coming, so close. Vaguely she remembered she wasn’t supposed to come wit
hout permission and she barely kept from toppling over the edge before she asked him, “Please may I come, Master?”

  “Not yet.” Sweat rolled down his strong jaw and his dark hair was damp around his face. His arms were braced to either side of her head and his biceps bulged.

  Andi moaned, so close to coming that she was certain she wouldn’t make it a moment longer. And then he shouted, “Come for me, baby!” and her world spun out of control as she screamed. Her climax hit her so powerfully that her body bucked with one aftershock after another.

  Derrick shouted and she felt his cock pumping within her core, his warmth filling her up.

  He collapsed against her, just holding himself up enough that he wasn’t crushing her. “My God, Andi.” His breathing came sharp and fast. “What have you done to me?”

  She was breathing so hard she couldn’t have gotten a word out if she’d tried. Spasms continued to rock her body, her pussy clenching around Derrick’s cock, still buried inside her.

  He gave a low groan and brushed his lips over hers. “You’re mine, baby. All mine.”

  Chapter Eleven

  After another erotic meal, a dinner that had left her beyond needing a climax again, Derrick led Andi by her leash to the dungeon. She wore only the g-string now, and her high heels. He had also insisted on protocol this time, and she walked with her eyes downcast, her hands behind her back, several paces behind him.

  And her heart was pounding like mad.

  Her heels clicked against stone as he led her down spiraling steps into the dark depths beneath the resort. Down, down, down.

  The world slipped away when the steps ended at a darkened corridor that was a tunnel carved in stone. She became aware of the hiss and spit of torches burning in brackets, the only light offered in the dimness. Of the sound of her breathing, the feeling of cool air against her naked breasts and the dank smell of the tunnel. The clunk of Derrick’s boots, and the steady drop of water in the distance.

  Andi shivered and slowed as a moment of fear overcame her. What am I doing?

  The tug on her leash brought her back to the moment, and Derrick narrowed his eyes as he glanced at her over his shoulder. “Do you require more punishment, baby?”

  “No, Master.” Andi lowered her eyes again and increased her pace to keep up with his. She had to remind herself that this was what she came here for. She wanted this. Wanted to turn over control. Wanted to pleasure and be pleasured in every way imaginable.

  When they entered another corridor, it was exactly as she had pictured it. Very medieval, almost frightening. Wooden door after wooden door ran the length of the corridor. At each door was a small barred window. Some were closed, but others remained open—perhaps closed for privacy, or open so that voyeurs were free to watch.

  She swallowed down another gulp of fear as sounds of screams, shouts, and soft cries met her ears. Chains rattled, whips smacked flesh and orders were shouted with answering cries of “Yes, Master!” or “Yes, Sire!”

  “Shit,” Andi muttered without thinking.

  Derrick came to an abrupt stop and she smacked into him, feeling all that hard male flesh against her naked breasts, and the heat of him radiating through her body like a branding iron.

  “You’ve broken another rule,” he said, turning to her, his face as serious as if she had committed the worst of crimes. “You’re not allowed to speak unless spoken to.”

  “Yes, Master,” Andi whispered.

  “Speak to me in a proper tone.”

  She tipped her chin up a notch, and raised her voice. “Yes, Master.” Then she realized her mistake and lowered her gaze, but still looked at him from beneath her lashes.

  No smile from him, only complete seriousness. “Another punishment is in order. See to it that you don’t break any more rules.”

  Shit, Andi thought, this time keeping it to herself as Derrick turned and tugged at her leash.

  This was it. She could scream her safe word and be out of here, or she could go through with what could possibly be the most erotic experience of her life.

  At the very end of the corridor, Derrick paused in front of a huge rough-hewn wooden door. This one had a larger opening for a window, with thick iron bars. She waited with her heart in her throat as he tugged at the door. It creaked open, echoing eerily down the corridor.

  He stepped into the dungeon room and pulled her leash, bidding her to follow. When she entered the room she came to a dead stop. Her skin flushed with heat and she grew lightheaded.

  Master Josh stood nude in the center of the enormous room, whip in hand, his gaze centered on Andi. In those few seconds of recognition, she saw that Sara was naked, on her knees in a cage, her wrists bound over her head to one of the bars. Lauren was spread-eagle, her arms and wrists tied to the wooden arms of a St. Andrew’s cross, and just as bare as everyone else.

  Andi almost turned and ran. Derrick had something planned for her, and she wasn’t sure she was going to like it. At all.

  Derrick tugged at her leash again, and she turned her wide gaze on him. There he was, looking as incredibly handsome and dangerous as ever. Just how dangerous could he be?

  He came up close to her so that she again felt his heat, and despite herself she wanted to melt into him. He reached up and unsnapped the leash from her soft leather collar. “Safe, sane, and consensual, baby.” He let the catch on the leash trail down her shoulder. “Anything you can’t handle, just say your safe word and this all ends.”

  At that moment, with him so close and making her dizzy with lust, she wasn’t sure she could remember her safe word. Investment? Stocks? No, portfolio, that was it.

  She hoped.

  “Yes, Master,” she said, and he smiled.

  “That’s my girl.” His face again became a mask of dominance as he turned to Master Josh.

  “Is the wench prepared?” Master Josh asked as he lightly snapped his whip.

  Andi gulped.

  Derrick gave a slow nod and glanced toward a pair of handcuffs dangling from a long, thick-linked chain. Andi’s gaze traveled up the chain to see that it was attached to an iron ring secured in the stone ceiling of the dungeon.

  “Stand beneath the handcuffs,” Derrick commanded. “Your first punishment is to be bound and to accept whatever Master Josh and I choose to do to you.”

  She trembled as she walked past Sara’s cage and tried not to look at Lauren’s naked form across the room, where the woman was strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross. Andi couldn’t help but peek from the corner of her eye. Lauren’s head was tilted to the side, her eyes at half-mast, and she looked as if she was in another world altogether.

  When Andi stood beneath the chain, Master Josh took one of her arms while Derrick took the other and they fastened her wrists into the cuffs. Master Josh’s cock brushed her thigh, and heat rose within Andi at the contact.

  The metal cuffs were fur-lined, for which she was grateful as she dangled from the chain, the toes of her stilettos barely scraping the dungeon’s stone floor. She felt strung out and lightheaded, her arms high over her head, and her body extending down as if she was being stretched like human taffy.

  Derrick started to strip, pulling his soft leather shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His muscles flexed, his nipples hard, and the bulge beneath his leather pants told her how turned on he was.

  Andi took a second to take in the huge room that looked as if it was from King Arthur’s time. The walls were made of ancient-looking stone, crumbling in some places. The floor looked hewn from handmade blocks. But even though the setting looked authentic, it still appeared to be clean—as if all was kept sterile.

  Her gaze tried to take in everything else in the room. Floggers, whips, chains, and other medieval-looking torture devices lined the wall across from her. Some of the warmth left her body. She didn’t even want to know what some of them were.

  To her right was a stockade next to a table with leather straps and metal stirrups. There was a leather swing in one corner,
and what looked like a leather-covered sawhorse to her left. Her skin grew colder with every new discovery.

  What was that damn safe word again? Portfolio. Yeah, that’s it.

  Master Josh left Andi’s side to go to Lauren. He snapped his whip and it smacked against the woman’s thigh. Her eyes flew open and she gave a small cry.

  “Your punishment is to watch while the wench is pleasured, slave.” His tone was firm and his eyes intent as he glanced Andi’s way. Wildfire flared within her belly and heat flowed over her at his words. What was going to happen? Were they all going to watch as Derrick fucked her? The mere thought was heady, arousing, and confusing all at once.

  Master Josh turned his gaze back to Lauren. “You have to learn that you’re not allowed release with anyone but me, so long as you are my slave.”

  Lauren nodded and visibly swallowed. “Yes, Master. I’ll never do it again.”

  Josh moved to Sara’s cage. He snapped the whip and she jerked against her bonds, as if in surprise. “Your punishment is the same, slave,” he said. “You and Lauren were very bad girls today, weren’t you.” A statement, not a question.

  Sara licked her lips. “Yes, Master. We deserve whatever punishment you think is fit.”

  Master Josh gave one quick nod, the fierce expression still on his strikingly handsome features. He moved back toward Andi and her gaze flicked toward Derrick.

  He was now completely and gloriously naked. Her heart pounded faster and her mouth grew dry as her gaze rested on his full and erect cock rising from its nest of soft dark curls. His balls were large and she imagined herself taking each one in her mouth and sucking before going down on his cock.

  God, how she wanted him to fuck her again.

  But then Master Josh pressed his cock against her thigh and stroked the leather strap of the whip over her breasts, scraping her nipples. She gasped. She tore her gaze from Derrick to Josh, her lips parting in surprise.

  Master Josh dove for her mouth, his tongue slicing into her depths before she had a chance to realize what was happening to her. She didn’t want to kiss him back, but the way he teased her with his tongue and nibbled at her lips caused her to moan. He was a damn good kisser, almost as good as Derrick.