EROTICA:HIS SLAVE FOR THE NIGHT (Extreme Domination with Strangers, Bitch Romance Erotic Sex Short Stories Box Set): Bound MMF Menage Bundle (Rough Discipline Adult S&M Series Book 2)

by Amanda Gray

  Dania’s most sensitive area is the whole length of her back, and nothing turns her on more than the sensation of something sharp running down her spine. I’m happy to oblige, slowly tracing the small pointy teeth of the pinwheel over her tender back, making long lines down and weird patterns back all the way up. I run the teethy metal wheel over her ass and her belly deflates, her breathing hitches. I creep the pinned wheel over her back and ass again and across the sturdy but sensitive muscles of her upper shoulders, slowly with light pressure, again and again, listening as her breathing tightens and body squints from the metal, watching as her body tenses still further and further.

  I’ve learned to read Dania well by now, and I can tell when she’s close to coming. When I see the back of her neck begin to blush I reach down and switch the vibrator off. I remove the pinwheel. I stand back. Dania cries out in frustration.

  “Please Sir,” she moans. “Please let me cum. Please just fuck me. Put your cock in me, Sir. Please! I need it!”

  But she knows that I won’t. She knows that’s not the game. I’ll tease her. And tonight, no doubt she’ll touch herself to the memory of the orgasms I almost gave her. But I won’t push her over the brink. I won’t fuck her. That’s not the way we play.

  I’ve been training Dania for six months now. She’s gorgeous – I’ll be the first to admit that. And she’s wonderfully obedient too. She loves to be spanked, to be bound. She’s responsive to the slightest touch. I couldn’t ask for a better submissive. Well, except for in one particular way. It wasn’t such a problem at first, but just lately she’s been begging me to fuck her.

  She knows the rules, of course. She knows that sex is not on the table. She knows that my pleasure is to torture her, tease her, deny her. But she’s becoming increasingly insistent in her pleas, increasingly demanding. I punish her when she asks too much of course, but the correction doesn’t seem to last for long.

  Sometimes too she’ll hold back. She’ll bite her lip, control her breathing, hide how turned on she is. She’ll allow herself to come without my permission.

  I punish her afterwards, of course. Deny her any play at all for a few days or a week. But it does no good. She wants to be fucked. She wants to come, and she’s becoming increasingly devious about the way that she gets what she wants.

  CHAPTER 3

  Friday is a bad day.

  Friday Dania tricks me. I have her tied to the cross, gagged and blindfolded, a butterfly vibrator strapped to her hips. I drip hot wax onto her breasts, relishing the little exhalations of pain that accompany each drop. She holds herself as still as she can within the restraints. My attention is focussed entirely on her body, and yet I only realise that she’s coming when her orgasm has begun. She might be an expert at controlling her reactions, but even she can’t stop the spasms and tightening of her muscles and shivers that come with a climax.

  I step back. She comes hard, pulling against the restraints, groaning, biting down on the black ball gag that forces apart her jaws. I reach down and switch off the vibrator, then let her settle, let her breathing return to normal, let the last few shivery waves of her orgasm wash through her.

  Then I remove her from the cross. Quickly, curtly, I remove the gag and the blindfold and thrust her clothes into her hands. “Go home,” I say.

  “Won’t you please fuck me Sir?” she says politely. Her naked body is close. I can almost feel the warmth and softness of her on my skin. “That’s all I want. I need it. I’d come the moment you put your cock in me, Sir. Please.”

  “Home,” I say, and then I turn around and leave the dungeon, leave her naked and wanting there.

  *

  When Dania’s been behaving badly my wife is a source of great comfort. To punish Dania for her lies and tricks would only be to reward her with further attention, and so I punish my wife instead. Her name is Claire, and I love her with all my heart. That evening I go home to her in a stormy mood. I’m barely inside the house before I have her tied down to the bed. I flog a few red stripes across her ass with my cane, then push her head down and ease myself inside her. I fuck her roughly till I come, then let her up. I release her from her bonds and she rolls over on the bed, panting. I kiss her on the mouth, and we lie there together for a while, quiet in each other’s company.

  I’ve been with Claire for six years now, and they’ve been some of the happiest years of my life. She understands my life like nobody else does. She knows about my needs. She knows how I like to unwind. And she accepts that about me. Not many women would.

  In fact, there’s only one rule we have between us. And that’s with regards to my cock. Claire is the only woman who deserves it. We’re in agreement about that. I can do whatever I might wish to any number of slaves or submissives, but my cock belongs to Claire. Only she may taste it. Only she will ever feel me cumming while I’m inside her.

  We lie there for a long time, and I feel my mood levelling out. Dania’s disobedience is a difficult thing to manage. It would be a shame to lose such a wonderful sub, and yet there’s no way I can tolerate her behaviour much longer. She must be corrected, but nothing I try seems to have an impact. I can whip her raw in punishment, and she simply seems to enjoy it.

  Claire rolls closer to me and puts her head against my chest. “What’s the matter?” she says. “Is it that girl again? Dania?”

  Claire is perceptive beyond words. She only needs to look at me to know not only that something is the matter, but exactly what that thing might be. There’s no sense in hiding anything from her, and so I tell her everything. She listens quietly, rested against my chest. I feel her skin move lightly against mine with each inward breath.

  Once I’ve finished talking Claire thinks for a minute, then says, “You know, I think I might have an idea.”

  *

  The next week I meet with Dania again. She is kneeling when I enter, but as soon as I permit her to stand she begins. “I’m sorry about last time, Sir. It’s just that I want you so bad. Sometimes it’s hard to control myself-“

  I silence her with a look and she lowers her head. I move to her, and with quick and definite movements strip away her clothes. All of them. Her underwear too, so that she’s standing naked before me. I lead her to a bench and bend her over it, lashing her in place with the restraints. Her pussy is wonderfully exposed, rose-like and open. Ready to be penetrated. I can hear her breathing quicken. It is obvious what she thinks is about to happen.

  “So you want me to fuck you?” I say, my voice heavy.

  “Yes, Sir. Please, Sir,” says Dania.

  “Well...” I can’t prevent a smile from creeping onto my lips. “That’s not something we’ve agreed to. But perhaps there’s some other way to satisfy you.”

  I move to the door and open it to allow Claire into the dungeon. She’s stripped to her underwear already, looking glorious in black lace.

  She strides around the bench so that Dania can see her, then steps into the harness of the strap-on and pulls it up snug around her hips.

  “This,” I say slowly, “is Claire. My wife. The woman you’ve been disrespecting by flouting the rules of our agreement. You’ve always known that I won’t fuck you. But Claire will. She will fuck you long and hard. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  “Sir?” says Dania, her voice trembling slightly. I can see how turned on she is, and yet there’s also a note of trepidation there, of surprise, the cock hanging from the harness is not only thick but twelve inches long. A dildo like that may hurt her. Hurt her pussy, stretch her to the limit. Just the right way she loves it I hope.

  I look to my wife and nod, giving her permission. She steps up behind my submissive and gently eases the tip of her strap-on into her pussy. Dania gasps, then moans, a moan of pleasure. Finally penetration. A large penetration from my wife.

  “Harder,” I instruct Claire, and she is happy to oblige. After a few slow strokes she picks up speed, bucking hard into Dania’s pussy. Dania writhes within her straps, but she cannot es
cape, cannot move. I stand in front of her and take my cock in hand. I hadn’t considered how much of a turn on it would be to see my wife fuck another woman. Dania strains towards my cock, her mouth open, keen to swallow me. I stroke it before her mouth, her mouth creaks open wider and her tongue reaches out. But I deny her. I stroke myself, long and slow, relishing the sight before me.

  When I sense that Dania is about to cum I let myself go, ejaculating across under her navel. The warm cum on her skin and the fat rubber dildo still crammed in her hole. My hot liquid clings to her belly, drips down, crawling over her pussy cheeks. I hold a handful of hair in one rough hand and kiss my wife on the lips as she fucks Dania, finally, to her climax. I feel my submissive’s body arching against the bench, but I don’t look down. I look at Claire. Beautiful Claire.

  “This,” I say. “Was a fantastic idea.”

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  “Ok, I’ll start.” Theo said leaning back on his hands. “My hottest sexual fantasy… two chicks, one riding me cowgirl style, the other riding my face and they are both facing each other and making out while I finger their clits, fucking one and eating the other out – all while we are on my surfboard.”

  “Wouldn’t you fall off?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

  “Not if we were on the sand, like I was giving them a lesson in how to ride a surf…er.” He said with a wink. The flickering firelight caressed his blonde locks, turning them golden. “Xavier, what’s your hottest fantasy?” he asked, his eyes casually drifting over to me, catching my gaze for a pointed moment before he focused on Xavier. I felt my cheeks redden, but the light of the fire seemed to hide my blush, I felt my pussy tingle with need.

  “Hmm…” Xavier said, taking a swig of his beer and then admiring the bottle as he went deep in thought.

  “Chick laying on a kitchen counter, there’s jello-shots along her body, one on each nipple and one nestled between the succulent lips of her pussy. I take each shot, starting with the ones on her chest, then suck the shots from her nipples, moving down, licking and sucking the melting jello from her body before I lick the last one out from her lips, tongue fucking her as I clean the shot from her cunt.” Xavier grinned and licked his lips in desire.

  I felt my heart rate speed up, his eyes had me entrapped. My breathing hitched. “Then I’d climb atop her and make her scream my name as I fucked her hard… and fast...” I took a big gulp of my drink, then topped it up, my pussy was screaming for his mouth and tongue to do just that…

  “Cullen?” Theo said, taking a swig of his beer. I turned my attention to my step brother, and hadn’t realised his eyes had been watching me the whole time.

  “Oh I think that we should hear Jai’s next.” He said with a smile.

  “Mine?” I asked, a little shocked.

  “Yes, yours, what is your hottest sexual fantasy?”

  “O-okay…” I said, clenching my thighs together in a vain attempt to curve the neediness that I felt down there. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.

  “I am with three really hot guys, they’ve got me held down, not too rough but just enough that I know that I can’t get by them, but I know I’m safe with them, it’s all consensual, and we all want it. They each take turns with me, licking, fucking, sucking. Using my body as we all fall into the deep pleasures of our bodies. I get fucked six ways from Sunday, double penetration. Two cocks in my pussy as they stretch me and one in my ass, a triple fucking. I’m theirs to play with, but they are also mine to play with as well.” I opened my eyes and look at the guys.

  Their eyes were locked on me. I blushed.

  “And on that note… I’m going to take a nice cold swim.” I said. I drained my drink and got up, brushing the rough grains of sand from my body. I walked down to the waterline and entered the water. It was cool on my skin, heated from the flames of the bonfire and my own arousal. I ducked under the water, feeling it cool and calm me as it washed over my needy body. I broke the surface and pulled my hands over my face, running up to my hair and sluicing the salty water from my mane.

  I felt hands reach around my stomach a moment later. Hot breath on my neck and Xavier’s voice in my ear.

  “Hello, Little Bird.” He rumbled as one hand slipped between the material of my bikini bottoms and my warm skin.

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  Table of Content

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 1

  I pulled up in my little Volkswagen Bug at my Dad and step-mother’s beach house in southern California. The place was isolated from its neighbours, had a private beach and I had many great memories when I was younger just getting to know my new family that Dad had brought me into after my mother had died from a sudden heart attack when I was thirteen. Dad hadn’t met Susan until I was sixteen, and something of a rebellious little bitch.

  Fortunately, she brought me back into line, my grades returned to their B-grade average with the occasional A or A+, to my Dad’s joy. Another plus, was the fact that her son, Cullen lived with us. Cullen was two years older than me and by the time I had joined the family, he was finishing high school. All the girls in the cheerleading squad were after him, he was athletic and good looking.

  He left for the military a year after graduating, so I didn’t get much of a chance to get to know him. and we hardly talked or saw each other when he was on his tours of duty beyond seeing pictures of him in his dress uniform, which made him look even hotter… yes, I know, lusting over my Step-brother. Spank me.

  Whenever he came home on leave I was either away at a camp with high school, or I was studying at college for my veterinary nursing degree, which I managed to obtain a year early due to my extra credit work at animal shelters and local Vet clinics.

  Dad and Susan spoke about him as if he was the bee’s knees, best thing since sliced bread, and yes, Cullen certainly was. His pictures showed me just how sexy he was, ‘panty dampening hot one’ of my girlfriends said one day when she visited my parents place and saw his picture on the wall. Thankfully Susan and Dad weren’t there to hear that little nugget. Though I had to agree with Fern, Cullen was definitely a panty-dampener.

  I turned the key in the lock, my arms full of bags from the grocery store in the town a few miles away, my large backpack slung over my shoulder was filled with clothes for the four-day weekend for the fourth of July. I was excited, Cullen was going to be there and it would be the first time in four years since I had seen him.

  I wondered how much he had changed. Has he?

  The house was quiet. I t
ossed my keys on the table by the door and dropped the groceries in the kitchen. I had plenty of booze in one bag, plus stuff to make jello-shots just like one of my college friends had taught me. I was going to be getting my ass wasted this Fourth.

  I had good reason to. My loser on-again off-again boyfriend had just proven to me his worth as an ‘off-again’ permanently when one of my girlfriends texted me a pic of him in bed with her sister. I dumped his clothes in the street where the local homeless guys grabbed up the designer digs with glee. Fuck him.

  I deserve better.

  I went upstairs to my room and showered after the hot drive, my little bug didn’t have air-conditioning and though Dad had offered to buy me a new car for graduation, I said I wasn’t interested in a new car, I loved my classic Beetle, reliable and funky, and I loved it even if the driver’s side window was stuck and I had to open the door carefully when I got pulled over by the cops to explain sheepishly that the window didn’t work.

  I relaxed in the shower, rubbing the delightfully scented body wash over my naked body with a sponge, letting the lather dribble teasingly down my body to pool at my feet before it went down the drain. I imagined hands on my body, not my useless ex’s, who was a complete dud in the bedroom. He got off more times than I did, and, selfish bastard that he was, he didn’t bother with letting me finish once he was done… good riddance.

  No, instead I imagined it was Cullen’s hands roaming my body, his tongue slipping between my shoulder blades. My fingers slipped down between my breasts, following the trail of suds down to my needy pussy. Suddenly aroused and slippery with my juices I slipped a finger along my folds, sliding up to tease the sensitive nub of my clit.