When she was in position, he directed her to take his long, thick cock between her lips. He knew that some subs had trouble accommodating all of him. He positioned her hands around the root of his dick to shorten the distance she had to cover with her mouth and then showed her the rhythm he preferred. She had a talented mouth and quickly began sucking his thick cock and licking his length as she worked the base with her hands. Although she didn’t seem to be very experienced, she was enthusiastic, and that was good. It wasn’t long before his cock was throbbing, and his balls pulled up against his body as a blast of seed shot out of the thickened flesh between his legs and down her throat.
“Swallow it all, Vaughn.” She swallowed dutifully and he directed her to lick him clean before she rested her cheek against his thigh. He smoothed the hair off her forehead. “That was excellent, sub. You did an excellent job for your first time pleasuring your Master.” He pulled her back up into his arms and held her close to his chest. He loved to hold a tired sub in his arms. They both dozed lightly for a few minutes.
* * * *
Vaughn had given head a few times, but she was far from expert at it. Swallowing his semen had been a new experience, however. The few times she had done it before, she had directed the spurt unto her partner’s stomach. She guessed the act of swallowing was meant to reinforce her submission and their bond. She found that she hadn’t minded swallowing. It made the experience more intimate somehow. As she rested her cheek against his thigh and knelt before him, she thought what an extraordinary experience it had been. Not just this scene but the whole week so far. She could see how this submissive business could be addictive for some people. The pleased and relaxed look on his gorgeous face made her proud, and that surprised her. He had told her she’d done a good job, and that was amazing. This intense emotional connection held a definite appeal for her. She would have to consider the whys and wherefores later.
She wondered if he was going to make love to her. She hoped he wouldn’t do it out here in the open dungeon, but she wouldn’t safe word if he decided to do that.
Paul stood up from the deep leather chair and lifted her into his arms. She was amazed at his strength. She was not exactly a featherweight. He walked out of the dungeon and down the hall that contained the theme rooms. He opened the door to the French room, walked over to the lavishly dressed bed in the corner, and placed her gently in the center. He removed his trousers and donned a condom before he came down beside her.
Vaughn felt her pulse quicken as she looked up into his deep blue eyes. The heat of his gaze felt like fire on her skin. She felt a low, slow burn in her belly, and she knew she needed him—maybe more than she had at any time before. His Dom personality and his physical beauty were mesmerizing.
“Spread your legs, sub.” His deep Dom voice brought immediate compliance, and her pussy clenched as he slid his fingers from her clit to her opening and plunged them in. He worked her body until the climax that had been building again shuddered through her. She looked up in fear. She had just come again without his permission. “It’s okay, Vaughn. You’re fine, baby.” At his reassurance, she relaxed and let the waves of pleasure roll through her body. He withdrew his fingers and then plunged his hard cock into her hot pussy up to his balls. She gasped. He was huge, but she quickly stretched to accommodate his size as he started to move with short, slow strokes. When she had relaxed into his movement, he began the hard, fast strokes that took her over the edge again as waves of excruciating pleasure rolled through her. When the roaring in her ears receded, she collapsed back against the bed. She had never come like that in her life. Then he came with another powerful blast that bowed his body. She was beginning to understand why women who were otherwise self-possessed and successful in their own right loved this so much.
* * * *
Dane Dunross stood at the foot of the big bed in the Italian Renaissance room and inspected his two subs. He’d been involved in a ménage a few times, but frankly he wasn’t that experienced in polyamory himself—not that he intended to convey that fact to the two subs. These two could be a handful, but heck, that’s why he had two hands.
Alexa and Cyndy were a pretty sight—one fair and one dark—kneeling naked at his feet. Right now they were adorable looking up at him like he’d hung the moon, and he found he wanted to do that for them. When they had entered the room he’d given the standard instructions, and the two girls now wore nothing but smiles and wrist and ankle cuffs. He wasn’t sure whether he would need the cuffs yet since he hadn’t decided what he wanted to do with them. But just wearing the cuffs would reinforce their submissive status. His previous experience in ménage had been male-female-male, and not female-male-female. He should have thought this out a little before starting. Well, it would be a fantasy come true in any event. He grinned. Where else would he have an opportunity like this one? Here were two willing women who wanted their butts spanked and to give him pleasure. He loved his job.
He might as well start with a little ass warming for the girls and a blow job for himself. Hmm. Win-win situation. “On your feet, girls.” He sat down on the end of the bed and beckoned to Alexa. He gestured for her to arrange herself bottom up over his lap. He waited anxiously to see if she would comply, and when she crawled over his knees he gave an internal sigh of relief. If Alexa complied, so would Cyndy. He ran his hand down over Alexa’s back and butt, giving her ass a couple of light smacks just to see how much jiggle there would be. She was the more slender of the girls. Both girls had been subs for at least eight months, so they should have experienced this before. The first smack landed in the center of Alexa’s sweetheart ass and she yelped as though she hadn’t been expecting the blow. He knew he hadn’t hit her too hard. “Was that a safe word, sub?”
“No, Master,” she hissed. Apparently it had stung. He quickly paddled her butt with sharp slaps to alternating cheeks and soon had her ass a pleasing shade of pink. He lightly massaged the pink flesh before he gave her one more open-handed slap. Then he slipped his hand down between her legs to test her pussy. It was slick with cream. Apparently she enjoyed having her butt spanked. He helped her off his lap and on to her knees beside the bed. When he raised one eyebrow she said, “Thank you, Master.”
Then he gestured for Cyndy to take her place. Cyndy’s butt was a little bigger and definitely had a little more jiggle. It was going to be a pleasure to spank her. He smacked her butt in the same fashion as he had Alexa’s, and her delicate skin also quickly turned pink. Apparently Cyndy was a little more sensitive as well, since she yipped several times before he finished. He grazed his fingers between her legs and over her clit, and she groaned. Then he had her also kneeling at his feet, and she said, “Thank you, Master.”
“Alexa, come here and open my leathers with your teeth. No hands. Be careful unless you want another spanking.” While Alexa attended to that chore, he lay back and gestured Cyndy to join him on the bed. “Straddle my stomach.” When she climbed onto him he said, “No. Higher, so Alexa can attend to my needs.” Her hot, wet center was pressed against the bare skin of his abs. When he had Cyndy positioned to his liking, he pulled her down and took one puckered nipple between his teeth. He worried it until it was standing at attention before he took the other one into his mouth.
In the meantime, Alexa had carefully worked the zipper down, and his cock was ready to go. Alexa looked at him with a question in her eyes. “Go ahead, sub. Pleasure your Master. Mouth only.” She slowly lowered her lips over the tip of his cock and took him fully into the hot cavern of her mouth while he continued to play with Cyndy’s breasts. He reached one hand between her thighs and gave her slick clit a couple of flicks before he returned his full attention to her breasts. They weren’t enormous, but they were more than adequate and substantially bigger than Alexa’s. That didn’t matter to him. He loved to play with breasts of every size and shape—almost as much as he loved to spank butts of every size and shape. Basically, he loved women. All of them. He loved how they tasted and
how they smelled, and how they felt cuddled in his arms and how they felt when his hard dick was rammed into their pussies. Yeah, basically he loved women. That was why he was afraid one would never be enough.
Alexa continued to work his dick, and he was getting close. It hadn’t taken long. Apparently fantasies realized had an uplifting effect on his cock. He had a decision to make here. Mouth or pussy? Pussy won. “Alexa, come up here with us. I want you to ride me while I suck Cyndy’s tits.” He couldn’t say he wasn’t relieved and delighted when Alexa scrambled up behind Cyndy without a word and impaled herself on his stiff cock. She began to rise and fall on him with enthusiasm. She angled her pelvis so that he was hitting her clit with each stoke. Her groans let him know that she was enjoying herself. Since he had basically given her carte blanche to pleasure herself on his body, she went for it.
Cyndy looked over her shoulder at her friend with a gleam in her eyes. “This is fun, don’t you think, Lex?” Her nipples were now hard and red.
“Definitely,” Alexa said as she continued to grind and pump on his cock. He wasn’t able to give her much assistance, since Cyndy was heavy on his abs. He just lay back with his hands and mouth full of tits and his hard cock in a hot pussy and enjoyed.
When Alexa had shuddered out a long orgasm, he had them switch places. Cyndy was ready for her turn and rode his cock with longer, smoother strokes than Alexa. He transferred his efforts to Alexa’s slightly smaller breasts. Cyndy soon had him shouting his completion as she powered up and came herself. Finally, as the waves of her orgasm subsided, she collapsed over Alexa’s back with a sigh.
Dane had to laugh. This was the way to go—flat on his back with the women doing all the work for a change. Now he was trapped under about two hundred and twenty pounds of exhausted, slightly sweaty, naked women. After they had all gotten their breath back, he shifted them so he cuddled one in each arm. Alexa twined her long legs between his, and Cyndy curled one leg over his thighs. Each girl threw an arm over his chest and tucked her head into his neck. They were as cuddly as a pair of tired puppies. He lightly smacked each of their butts and ran his hands up and down their backs. “That was excellent, subs, just excellent.”
There wasn’t much more aftercare he could offer in this position, and soon all three of them fell into an exhausted asleep.
* * * *
Alexa snuggled against Dane’s broad chest. God, he’s delicious. That had been just extraordinary, and her pussy was still vibrating from her orgasm—even if she had had to do most of the work. That was definitely different. Usually she was the center of attention, but this time she’d had to share. Well, she’d had to share with Cyndy, so that was okay. She didn’t think she could do that with anyone else. Actually, no way she could do that with anyone else. She wasn’t really one to share her toys.
* * * *
Cyndy glanced at Alexa through half-closed lids and then up at Master Dane’s relaxed face. This experience had been just great. Dane was the most gorgeous man she had ever been with, and she couldn’t wait to do it again. She did know that she wouldn’t be able to do this with anyone by Alexa. Master Dane was amazing. He’d managed to keep their play even and not favor one over the other. That had made the difference, she thought. She was looking forward to a repeat performance.
Chapter Eight
On the dining terrace at The Black Dahlia Hotel, Fort Lauderdale Beach, Florida, Thursday morning, December 31, 2015
This was Vaughn’s opportunity to grill the girls instead of the other way around for a change, and she didn’t plan to miss her chance. She was dying to find out what had transpired with Dane Dunross in the dungeon the night before. Except for their initial trip to the dungeon with him after the “hunk rating system” episode, this had been their first experience with a threesome. They had both been a little nervous about it, although Alexa had not wanted to admit that fact out loud. Vaughn knew them both so well that she could see right through Alexa’s bravado and Cyndy’s little anxious tells. Vaughn was dying to know how it had gone. As soon as they were seated at the table on the dining terrace and their orders had been taken, she jumped in. “So, tell me everything. Was it like you expected it to be? Was it good, bad, indifferent? What?”
Alexa answered. “Well, we really didn’t know what to expect since neither of us had ever done that before. It was different, but not indifferent. We were there to give the Master pleasure instead of being his sole focus. We had to do the work.”
“It was great. I loved it.” Cyndy’s eyes were sparkling with laughter.
“You would, you little hussy. He was sucking your tits while I was sucking his cock.” She frowned. “Like I said, I had to do all the work.”
“Oh, that is so not true. We traded places about mid-way through.”
“Yeah, and you are the one who made him come after I did all the preliminary work.”
“Complain, complain, complain. Did you come or not?” Cyndy shook her head in disbelief.
“Yes, I did. But you have to give the blow job next time.”
Alexa looked up and gasped in horror when Dane leaned down between the two of them. He kissed each of their checks and then said, “I think I know two ungrateful, bratty subs who need their butts paddled. I’ll see to that this afternoon. Meet me in the dungeon at three o’clock. That will give you time to do some sightseeing or sunning this morning and time for lunch.” He gave each of them a stern look that had them wiggling in their chairs. “Be punctual, or suffer the consequences.” He turned to Vaughn. “Good morning, Vaughn. How are you this morning? I hope you’re enjoying your stay.” And then he turned and walked away without another word to Alexa and Cyndy. It was clear he simply expected to be obeyed, no questions asked. The man had balls. Just that exchange was enough to dampen panties. Vaughn laughed out loud. It seemed the terrible twosome had finally met someone who could handle them and had no problem doing so. Two someones were definitely going to have red asses this afternoon.
Vaughn looked up as Paul joined the three of them at their table. He looked fabulous in tennis whites. He dropped his racket bag next to the table. Vaughn poured him a cup of coffee while he ordered his breakfast. He’d left her snuggled in his bed that morning when he went out to swim a couple of miles along the beach. She had definitely not been up to joining him for a brisk swim along the shore and a run back to the hotel. She had been interested to learn that he liked to compete in triathlons when he had the time and kept in shape biking, running, and swimming when he could.
He moved his chair a little closer to hers, and then he leaned over and kissed her forehead. “You missed a great swim. The water was a little cold though.”
“Umm. Yes. Cold water. Sounds great.”
He laughed. “I’m playing doubles with Dane, Beau, and Sy after breakfast. What do you plan to do?”
“I think I’ll take my Kindle to the pool and just get some sun. What’s a Florida vacation in winter without a tan?”
Alexa piped in, “We’ll go with you.”
Paul smiled. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll join you later.”
* * * *
The girls’ breakfasts were delivered, and they dove in, anxious to get cabanas at the pool for the morning. Paul’s breakfast lagged a little behind, and he was enjoying his western omelet when his cellphone signaled a text. He pulled the cellphone out of his pocket and glanced at it quickly. “Excuse me. Problem at one of the restaurants.” He got up and walked over to the rail while he hit “favorites.” He dialed Paul’s Steakhouse in Savannah. “Hey, Peter? What’s up?” He listened and then spoke quietly but intensely into the phone.
When he sat back down he said, “Delivery problem.” He laid the phone down beside his plate. “Peter will call back if he can’t get the problem resolved. He’s a good guy but a little young to be a manager. He has to learn to assert himself with these jerks. No more Mr. Nice Guy.” He turned to Alexa and Cyndy and grinned. “So, are you guys having a good time?”
Alexa an
d Cyndy both said simultaneously, “Oh, yeah.”
“Glad to hear it.” Then he turned back to Vaughn. “Would you like to make a trip upstairs to the dungeon this afternoon? I’ll make a reservation for the dungeon theme room if you’d like.” He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “I have plans for you this afternoon and definitely tonight, too.”
“That would be fine.” She was blushing, but he could see that she appreciated the effort he made to make sure she was comfortable with the arrangements he made for their scenes. She was still new at BDSM and a little unsure of her ground, and maybe of him. He hoped that wasn’t the case, because he would never have bothered to invest so much time in her if she wasn’t already important to him—he had to wonder just how important.
“Maybe we can do some sightseeing tomorrow. What do you think? What would you like to do? Maybe one of those Intracoastal sightseeing boat cruises? Or the Fort Lauderdale Art Museum? I think they have some special exhibition on tour.”
“Oh, I’d love to take the Carrie B sightseeing cruise and see all the gorgeous houses on the waterway. That would be fun.”
“Cruise it is. I’ll make a reservation.” He sat back down and took her hand. He squeezed her fingers and picked up his coffee cup.
When he’d finished his omelet and gulped down the rest of his coffee, Paul stood up, dropped his napkin on the table, and leaned over to kiss Vaughn hard on the mouth. When she fell into the kiss he straightened and smiled at her. “I have to meet the guys at the courts. See you later, baby. Don’t forget those plans.”
* * * *
The girls sat there a few more minutes debating whether to go to the pool or the nude sunbathing enclosure. Vaughn said, “Well, both of you guys have been dying to get over there, so why don’t we do that first? If the sun is too much, we can move back over to the pool and a cabana.
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