Erotic Weekend

by Cheyenne McCray

  She shuddered as Derrick rubbed his cock against her other thigh. He captured her face in his large hands and tore her from Josh’s kiss to brand her with his own. Derrick was all heat and man. He still tasted of the wine they’d had with dinner and his unique masculine flavor.

  He kissed her so hard her head spun with the wildness of it. She kissed him back, wanting him, needing him, wishing she could touch him.

  Both men had their hands all over her body, touching her breasts, tugging at her nipples, and palming her ass as she continued to kiss Derrick.

  “I caught Lauren and Sara fucking a Domme’s slave,” Josh murmured just before he bit her earlobe. “If that had been you, and I was your Dom, I would have whipped your ass raw.”

  Andi’s eyes widened, and Derrick smiled against her lips. “If I ever catch you with another man without my permission,” he said, “you can bet I’ll find one hell of a punishment.”

  A game, Andi reminded herself, this is all a game.If she shouted her safe word, it would be over. And no matter what, when it was time to check out of the resort tomorrow, the game would end.

  She wasn’t sure how she felt about what was happening right at this moment, but when Derrick kissed her with fierce intensity, she didn’t care about anything but his mouth on hers, his hands on her skin, his cock pressed against her. The feeling of having two men stroking her, kissing her, rubbing their cocks against her, was an experience she never would have imagined. Yet here she was, and it was making her so wet she was afraid she’d come from the sheer pleasure of it.

  As Derrick kissed her, she was aware of Master Josh dropping to his knees in front of her. He rubbed his nose against the small strip of cloth covering her mound and she shivered as he audibly inhaled. “Your wench smells sweet, Derrick.” His voice was a low rumble. “I wonder how she tastes.”

  Derrick pulled away from Andi, his blue eyes fixed on hers. For a moment she thought she saw indecision and jealousy, but then his face became a mask of dominance again.

  “Taste her,” he told Josh while his gaze held Andi’s, and her whole body went weak. Derrick was going to share her.

  Again.

  Just how far they would go, she didn’t know.

  Why should I care, as long as it feels good?

  Derrick captured her mouth again with his, at the same time Josh caught her thong with his teeth and tugged it down. She felt the scrape of his teeth against the soft skin of her mound, and she groaned into Derrick’s mouth.

  In no time, Master Josh had her thong around her ankles and pulled it free of her heels. He used his hands to part her folds and at the first swipe of his tongue, she tipped her head back and cried out.

  “I—I’m going to come, Master,” she whispered.

  “No.” Derrick took her face in his hands and forced her to look at him. “You will not come without permission.”

  She heard him, but her body didn’t want to listen. Her thighs trembled on either side of Master Josh’s head and her pussy flooded more of her wetness onto his tongue.

  Derrick released her. He moved away and her body screamed for his warmth, his touch—even as Josh licked, sucked, and nibbled at her clit, much like he had her mouth when he’d kissed her. Damn, but that man knew his way around a pussy.

  Her eyes were nearly crossing as she fought against an oncoming climax. Through her blurry vision she saw Sara and Lauren watching, pulling against their own bonds. Strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross, in the torchlight Lauren’s pussy glistened with her desire. In her cage, Sara’s nipples looked rigid and she was biting her lip hard enough that a drop of blood beaded on it.

  Andi twisted against her bonds, her skin slick with sweat, her head light from hanging from the handcuffs and from what the men had been doing to her. “Master, please,” she begged, turning her gaze to where Derrick now stood.

  Her body suddenly went cold when she saw the whip in his hand.

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  Derrick must have seen the fear in her eyes because his expression softened. He held the handle in one hand and slid the long leather strap through the fingers of his other hand.

  “Do you trust me, baby?” His voice was low, yet no less dominant.

  Master Josh lapped her slit one last time then eased to his feet to stand before her as Derrick moved closer with his lithe, easy stride.

  A wicked grin curved the corner of Josh’s mouth and he swooped down to kiss her again. If these men didn’t stop kissing her with such intensity, such passion, Andi was going to pass out. Josh’s mouth was hot and he tasted of her juices.

  But the heat and tenseness radiating from behind her was palpable. Without looking she sensed Derrick wasn’t as cool about sharing her as he had appeared to be.

  With a satisfied glint in his eye, Josh stepped back and folded his arms across his broad chest, never taking his gaze from Andi. His cock was large and erect, and she had no doubt he wanted her.

  But would Derrick let him have her? Did she want him to?

  She didn’t have time to think anymore as warm breath stirred the hair at the nape of her neck, and the long leather strip of the whip caressed her flesh.

  “I think you enjoyed Master Josh’s attentions too much, baby,” he said so low she was sure that only she could hear. “Just remember that you belong to me and me alone.”

  She couldn’t get a word out at first and had to clear her throat. “Yes, Master,” she finally got out. “Only you.”

  “Good.” His voice held a note of satisfaction and she breathed a sigh of relief that she’d said the right thing. Maybe he would forget the punishment he’d promised her?

  He snaked the whip around her body, gently caressing her with it as he moved from behind her to stand in front of her, blocking her view of Josh.

  She trembled as he continued the slow and sensual movement of the whip over her body. He was all male…all intoxicating, hard, hot male. She wanted him so badly she didn’t care who watched, and she wanted him now.

  “What do you want, baby?” he murmured, mimicking her thoughts, then flicked the whip. It curled around her body like a leather lasso, suddenly capturing her.

  She startled, even though there was no pain. Her answer spilled from her lips with no hesitation. “I want you, Master.”

  He snapped the whip again, and it curled tighter around her body. “Exactly what do you want of me?”

  Andi groaned with need from him. The sting she felt from the whip this time did nothing but increase her desire for him. “I want you to fuck me…Master.”

  He gave a low growl of satisfaction and moved away. “I will…once you have been suitably punished.”

  Andi whimpered. She was afraid, she was excited, she was apprehensive, she was so crazy with lust she could barely hold back a scream.

  Derrick stepped back and snapped his wrist. This time the whip stung every place it touched as it wrapped around her belly, her thighs, her calves, her ankles. She couldn’t hold back her cry of surprise at the pain. She blinked back tears and was even more surprised to find the sting of the whip made her pussy ache more.

  “You’ll learn to obey me in every way.” Derrick snapped his wrist again, and again the whip snaked around her body. “Isn’t that right, baby?”

  She nodded, fighting back more tears, determined not to cry. He wasn’t really hurting her. Even though she was feeling pain, she needed him to fuck her more than ever.

  Derrick smiled in satisfaction at the pink stripes wrapped around Andi’s body like a candy cane. He was an expert with the whip and he would never injure her. He could bring her incredible pleasure with it, bring her to orgasm with it if he chose to.

  God, she looked beautiful. She dangled from the handcuffs, the strong lines of her firm body taut as she stretched down to the floor. She was all curves and softness and pure woman. Her dark hair fell about her shoulders and her brown eyes glistened with moisture. Her lips were full and slightly parted and his cock jerked against his belly when she bit her l
ower lip.

  Josh had moved to the side to watch while Derrick lashed the whip out again and again. The man’s jaw was tight, his arms folded so hard against his chest that his elbows were white.

  “I’m so close, Master.” Andi’s voice came out in a choked whisper. “I’m afraid I can’t hold back any longer.”

  “You will.” Derrick kept his voice controlled even though he wanted to wrap his arms around her and carry her to his bed. He didn’t want to do what they had planned for her, but he intended to make Andi realize he was in control and that she would be his. And for this one night she would be pleasured beyond her wildest dreams.

  He flung the whip aside and approached Andi. Torchlight flickered across her bare skin and he saw her tremble at his approach.

  “The glass cock please, Master Josh,” Derrick said to his friend, but kept his gaze on Andi.

  Her eyes widened, then grew impossibly larger when Josh brought the clear crystal cock out of a freezer. The freezer was cleverly hidden in a cabinet that blended in with the room’s realistic dungeon décor.

  Andi shivered as her gaze darted to the thing Derrick called a glass cock as Josh handed it to him. It looked like a perfectly formed penis with a thick head and a shaft long enough to make her swallow, wondering if it would fit, and just how deep Derrick intended to shove it.

  He reached her and brushed his lips over hers at the same time he slid the frozen phallus over one nipple and then the next. She groaned into his mouth and shivered. Her body still stung pleasantly from the whipping, and she was so strung out she was about to lose her mind. She felt almost high, like she could float amongst the clouds, yet grounded at the same time.

  Derrick slipped the glass cock along the center of her belly, slowly traveling to her belly button, over her tight abdomen, and down to her moist curls. Shivers skittered throughout her body and she shuddered from his touch and the coldness of the glass.

  “Do you want me to fuck you with this?” Derrick asked.

  All that came through Andi’s lips was a low moan. He cocked an eyebrow and she forced herself to speak. “If it pleases you, Master.” She’d rather have his hot cock inside her, but right now she’d take anything to assuage the ache in her pussy.

  He gave her a look of approval, slipped the ice-cold glass down through her slit and then shoved it into her channel.

  Andi screamed. She pushed her chest out and tipped her head back, the sensation so intense that she couldn’t control her reaction.

  “That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “But don’t come until I tell you. Remember that.”

  She whimpered again, and he thrust the glass cock a few times more, in and out of her pussy. Then he withdrew it and brought the still-cold glass to her lips.

  “Lick it.”

  Andi kept her eyes focused on Derrick. Her lips trembled as he slipped the chilled head of the cock into her warm mouth. She tasted her essence again, but what turned her on even further was how hot Derrick’s eyes were burning as he thrust the smooth glass in and out of her mouth.

  He pulled it away from her and handed it to Master Josh.

  Andi blinked. She’d forgotten about him, about everything but Derrick. Suddenly she was aware of the ache in her arms from being bound above her head, the fur-lined cuffs around her wrists, Lauren and Sara watching—everything.

  She watched as Josh took a tube of clear gel and spread it over the glass cock. After he set the tube aside, he moved behind her.

  Andi swallowed. Really hard.

  Derrick palmed her breasts. “Relax.”

  She felt the cool head of the thick glass penis against the tight rosette of her ass.

  “Don’t clench, wench,” Josh said in a deep rumble, his warm breath upon her skin causing her to shiver. “It’ll go easier for you.”

  The glass felt slick and filled her, widening her as he pushed it up and into her ass. It was warmer now, her body having heated it, but it was no less stimulating as Josh pumped it in and out of her tight hole. The entire time he fucked her ass with the device, Derrick fondled her, his warm touch driving her to new levels of pleasure.

  She sagged against her bonds when Josh finally pulled the glass cock completely out. He set it aside on a wooden table and returned to her.

  Both men pressed up against her, Josh behind and Derrick in front of her. Andi went still. This was what they’d been leading up to all along. She’d known it.

  She wanted it.

  They reached up and unfastened her handcuffs. When she was freed, she went limp, her limbs refusing to hold her up. Derrick murmured soft words she couldn’t comprehend in her muddled state of mind. She was crazy with lust, crazy with need and if she didn’t get relief soon, she was sure she was going to die.

  Derrick held her to him, smashing her breasts against his warm chest as he massaged arms that tingled from the rush of blood flowing back through them. Josh rubbed her muscles from behind and she was hyperaware of the two of them touching her, and then they began kissing her.

  Derrick held her tight, his mouth hot on hers, his tongue delving into her. But then he withdrew and forced her head to the side where Josh waited. The Dom captured her mouth with his, his kiss harder and fiercer than Derrick’s had been.

  “Wrap your legs around me,” Derrick commanded Andi as Josh broke the kiss.

  She braced her hands on Derrick’s shoulders, but she was still so weak from all that they had done to her that he had to help her wrap her thighs around his hips.

  He moved his mouth to her ear, his breath hot against her face. “I’m going to fuck you, baby. Hard. Real hard.”

  The fire in Andi’s belly grew to an inferno and she moaned at the erotic words. “Yes, Master.”

  From nowhere he produced a condom and rolled it down his erection with one hand. Then gripping her ass cheeks with both hands, he spread them wide. “Josh is going to slide into your tight ass and we’re going to fuck you at the same time. It’ll feel real good. You’re going to love it, baby.”

  Andi swallowed, but there was no hesitation as she replied, “Yes, Master.”

  Josh pressed against her backside and rubbed his slick cock up and down her crack. She could feel the condom he’d slipped over his erection. She couldn’t hold back another moan as he placed the head at the tight rosette of her ass.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I flogged this sweet ass of yours,” Master Josh said in a low rumble that sent impossible thrills through her belly.

  At the same time, Derrick was palming her breasts and pinching her nipples so hard she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out at the sweet pain, and she clenched her thighs tighter around his hips.

  All that male hardness surrounding her was so unbelievably erotic that she was flying high with sensations that were almost too much to bear.

  And when Derrick placed the head of his cock at the opening of her channel, she thought she would fly apart into a million sparkling pieces.

  “Fuck me, Master,” she said, not caring that she was begging him.

  He gave her a slow, sexy smile that she knew was only for her. “I’ll share you this one time, but never again, baby. I want you to feel like you’ve never felt before.”

  Andi trembled and clenched his shoulders tighter as he spread her ass cheeks even wider.

  Josh pressed the head of his cock against her hole and grasped her waist with one hand.

  And then in perfect synchronization, both men thrust into her.

  Andi screamed.

  They held still for a moment as she felt herself expanded, filled, beyond belief. Two cocks were inside her. Two gorgeous men were about to fuck her senseless.

  “That’s it, baby,” Derrick said as he began thrusting in and out of her pussy.

  Josh thrust in tandem. “You’re so damn tight,” he said.

  Andi could barely hear, blood was pounding in her ears so hard. Wave after wave of sensation rode through her, threatened to overcome her, to bring her to climax. S
omehow she was aware that she couldn’t cross that line, that she had to hold back. But her body didn’t want to listen.

  She fought to hold onto herself, but it was no use. She dissolved, becoming a part of both men as they thrust harder and harder. Their hands gripped her body, their cocks owned her pussy and her ass. Their sweat-slicked flesh slid together and her juices flooded, coating her thighs and Derrick’s cock. The smell of sweat and testosterone and sex filled her senses. The men spoke words so arousing that her mind could barely bend itself around them.

  It was all too much to bear. “I can’t—” Her voice broke and tears blurred her eyes. “God, I can’t hold back. Please let me come, Master.”

  Derrick thrust harder. “Hold on…hold on, baby.”

  And just when she thought she was going to explode, Derrick shouted, “Come now, Andi. Now!”

  And then she did explode. Her body shattered like fine crystal smashed in an earthquake of massive proportions. Pieces of her seemed to fly throughout the room, her senses on complete overload. Her body quaked and quaked and quaked, and she thought her orgasm would never, ever end. She didn’t want it to end. It was the most amazing orgasm, the most intense, that she had ever experienced.

  Vaguely, she was aware of Derrick and Josh’s shouts and groans as they came. She felt the throb of their cocks within her that only made her own orgasm pulse more.

  Both men held her tight, their breathing heavy and matching the rhythm of her own.

  At last Josh released her and slid his spent cock from her ass. Derrick eased his cock from her channel, then brought her up so that she was cradled in his arms.

  Andi snuggled against his chest, unable to think, her breathing still ragged. Derrick brushed his lips over hers and she melted even further against him, totally sated, completely exhausted. And then her eyelids drifted shut and she passed into a deep and complete sleep.

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