What the fuck is happening?
Taking a step back, he admires my form with feral intent, then slaps a lever on the wall. Up, up, up, my arms retract until I’m standing bared to the room, stretched wide, arms immovable, legs locked in place, like a prisoner prepared for slaughter … like the man in the cellar. My exposed breasts hang just slightly, my nipples rigid from both the chill in the air and this strange excitement. My heart batters my rib cage.
Facing outward, I get a full view of the entire great room. People don’t seem to bat an eyelash in our direction as they mill about touching and talking with one another. Not sure why that surprises me, but it does. A woman less than ten feet away is restrained much like I am. Red welts dot her frame as her Master thumps her flesh with a flogger. Dazed, her head drops back, staring at the ceiling. Air pumps from her lungs in a maddened beat. I can see it from the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Sweat glistens her flesh in the pale light. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. Lush. Excited. I can almost taste her need from here. The flogger swings, hitting her inner thigh, and she wails, yanking on the restraints. They jingle harshly, sending a shiver up my spine. Her Master runs his fingers gently over his handiwork, then kneels to kiss that spot. She thrashes, begging for more. He slips a finger between her thighs. I can’t see, but I can guess that he’s fingering her by the way she sobs.
I … Jesus. I’m so turned on from just watching with envy. This ache in the pit of my soul opens like the petals of a flower. I shouldn’t want that. But I do. I want relief … release … anything.
Tapping my cheek, Master Luca claims my attention before he unzips his jeans, lowering them part way, giving me the shameless view of his dick. Jesus F’in Christ, he’s huge! His heavy erection bobs between his legs, with a pearl of pre-cum on the crown. A set of hefty balls hang between his thighs. Fuck. How does that even fit into a woman? It’s that enormous. At least eleven inches, and so damn thick I don’t think I could fit my hand around it. Taking a step toward me, a dominant aura surrounds him. He’s in his element. This is his domain. I’m the sheep, and he is the Shepherd … or perhaps the wolf, and I his prey. He’s incredible.
Running his knuckle across the apple of my cheek, he grins. Then kisses my jaw, skimming his lips higher to the shell of my ear. “Tell me your safe word,” he whispers there, his hot breath teasing me.
“Red,” I automatically reply, knowing that’s basic protocol. I read that much in the entrance form.
“I’m going to pleasure you, Gwen. Do I have your consent?”
I bow my head once in acquiesce. “Yes, sir.”
How does he know this is what I want? Can he tell? Part of me should feel bad, right? Where’s the guilt? The self-loathing? The uncertainty? Yet, as I stand here, restrained, exposed to the world, I feel relief. Where did this come from? I have no clue, but I’m going to enjoy every touch, every minute, everything that Master Luca does to me. I need this.
Fisting his cock, he rubs the fat head to my inner thigh. A string of his pre-cum clings there, wetting my flesh. I shudder at the coolness. “I’m going to have so much fun with you, beautiful Gwen.” He caresses my other thigh, repeating the process. It’s like he’s marking me. It’s fucking hot.
Sweeping my tongue across my lips, I wet them. “May I speak?” I think I read somewhere this is the correct way to address your dom during play. Hell. I’m just winging it.
The smile I’m rewarded with is prize enough. I did well. “You may.” He cups both of my breasts in his hands, lightly running his thumbs over their buds. Biting my inner cheek, I suppress a wanton moan, and he notices, glowering. “Now, now, female, you mustn’t withhold from me, unless I ask. Give me all your sounds.” And with that, he grips both of my nipples, twisting them firmly between his dexterous fingers. The heat it pools between my thighs is enough to make my knees weak. Trembling, I try to squeeze my legs together, to free some of this ache. They won’t touch. I grumble in frustration.
Master Luca grins knowingly, the lines around his eyes showing his age. “Sorry, beautiful. Now ask what you were going to ask. Your pussy is mine to please. Your thighs can’t help you.” To cement his words, he cups my mound. “Mmmm … already so wet.” He removes his hand and brings it to his nose, smelling me on him. It’s sorta hot. “Your pussy is sweet. I love the smell and taste of a sweet pussy.” Licking his lips as if he’s picturing the taste, his hand travels back to my swathed bits, and he thrusts the tiny fabric to the side, slipping a finger through my drenched folds. This time, I can’t control it when a guttural moan tears from my lips as he grazes my clit. “So, so wet. Now ask your question, Gwen.” His ministrations linger. A finger slides through my slit until the tip circles my asshole then glides back through. My mind blanks, forgetting what I was going to ask. I … I can’t remember. It was something about moving too fast … wasn’t it? Oh, who cares, as long as he keeps touching me.
His lips press to the corner of mine. “You can’t remember, can you?”
My mouth falls open, panting. I shake my head, shocked by sensations, by the overload, by everything. I can feel him. Sense him. The room. The electrical charge in the air. The eyes that shift toward us for but a moment then glance away. A man in the corner. I catch him staring. His dark frame shadowed, yet I can feel his impenetrable gaze. He’s jacking his cock out of the flap of his jeans, watching me! Oh, yes. I throw my head back, moaning louder as Master Luca plays with my pussy more fervently. His fingers circle my clit, my center, my ass, never lingering, never penetrating. Only teasing, drawing me higher, turning me inside out. I sob my hunger, and he chuckles, prowling his massive form from my front to my back where he spanks me with his bare hand. A spike of pain radiates, soothing to a dull, ravenous ache. I try to squeeze my thighs again. Nothing. My pussy weeps from neglect and torment as liquid arousal drips down the inside of my legs. Another palm connects with my other cheek, and I wail, thrashing my head back. The sting travels to my core, and my knees buckle.
Master Luca seizes my waist. “Don’t hurt your arms, beautiful. I’ve got you.” His strong hand fastens around my stomach, as his other hand travels to my breast, playing, pinching, loving. It’s unbelievable. I … I’ve never felt anything like it. His cock head rubs along my ass cheeks, trailing his essence there. It helps cool the lingering heat.
“He’s watching you,” he whispers hotly in my ear before nibbling his teeth there. My nipples draw into sharper points. They need his mouth. They’re begging for it.
Glancing to the corner again, I see the man pounding his cock. He’s right. He’s still watching. That’s so fucking hot. Unable to speak, I nod, and Master Luca clucks his tongue. “No, no, beautiful one.” His hand travels to my chin, turning it in the opposite direction, toward … Wes. “He’s watching. Can’t you see his reddened face? He’s angry. But those eyes tell us a different story, now don’t they? He’s turned on. Oooo … watch him, beautiful. He’s touching his dick just for you. He’s hard, just for you. How does that make you feel?” he purrs.
Oh my god, Master Luca’s right. Wes is watching us. He’s watching me. Do you see it, too? A funny feeling ignites in my belly at the thought. He’s rubbing himself as we stare at him, knowing full well what we’re doing. He’s so fucking sexy; hair a mess, cheeks flushed, his chest rising and falling. My heart slams into my ribs, agreeing with me, as my pussy clenches at the mere thought of how dirty this is. How much it turns me on. How much I love his eyes on me. His mouth parts across the room like he’s expelling a silent moan. Jesus, he’s… he’s perfect.
“Yes,” I breathe. “He’s watching us.”
Master Luca releases my chin to delicately trace his fingers down my front, between my breasts, and over my stomach until he’s cupping my pussy. I whimper as he circles my clit over my thong. “Watch him, beautiful. Watch his need. Take it from him.”
Obeying my Master, I intently observe Wes, powerless to tear my eyes away even if I wanted. His gaze falls upon me, raking my form like a t
housand tiny fingers playing my body like a harp. I tremble when his baby blues settle between my thighs where Master Luca continues to circle my clit around and around. An orgasm swiftly unfurls, taking me over the brink of no return. My eyes lock with Wes’s and I come, hard, my body flailing. A sudden palm connects with my ass and my pussy spasms harder, flooding juices down my legs. A murky haze of euphoria clouds the edges of my vision, as my throat belts sounds that I’ve never heard before. My arms yank on the chains as my other cheek is spanked, drawing my orgasm to a plateau I never knew existed. I wheeze heavily for breath between cries.
Wes’s hooded eyes blaze across the distance as he whips his impressive erection out. His arm hooks around Amanda’s neck, who’s seated beside him. He shoves her to her knees in front of him. Like the good puppy she is, she obliges. With one quick thrust, he forces his dick into the back of her throat.
“Looks like he couldn’t hold off. You’re turning him on, Gwen. He wants you. He wants this. You’re a beautiful screamer,” Master Luca whispers to my ear, but I can’t see anything but Wes. He’s magnificent, as he fucks Amanda’s mouth, watching me watch him. I love that he takes what he wants without question. If only I were brave enough to do that.
An audible rip resonates just before fresh air douses my soaked pussy. Blinking, I dial back into my body—where my core quivers with tiny aftershocks, and my legs finally stop shaking. I inhale a deep lungful of air. That was … amazing.
“You ready for more?”
Before I can reply, or take another breath, Master Luca magically elicits some of the most primal feelings deep from within my soul when he drops behind me, spreads my cheeks, and licks me—everywhere. His tongue delves into spaces I didn’t know God created. My eyes burst wide when it encircles my clit, then dips into my core for a moment just before plunging into my asshole. Losing all of the air in my lungs, my body goes stiff at the strange, yet incredible sensation. Swirling there, he smacks both of my cheeks at once, and I flinch at the sexually charged pain, pinching his face between my globes. He groans, eating more of what should be dirty, but is one of the sexiest things ever discovered.
Across the room, Wes pounds Amanda’s face earnestly. Visually, his body coils tighter when unabashed moans start to pour from my lips as I’m eaten alive. Master Luca spanks me again. Hot, ecstasy-induced pain explodes like a cannon through my limbs, driving me wilder. Fisting my hands, nails digging painfully into my palms, I scream toward the sky, jerking against my restraints. His tongue delves into my dripping center, relentlessly fucking my hole. Thrust-thrust-thrust-lick-thrust-thrust-swirl. He drives higher, winding me tighter and tighter until I’m ready to pop. Until my body is thrashing and begging for something, anything. Until my soul is torn open, gaping from my chest, aching for completion. My legs shake. More wetness floods my pussy. I’m on fire. I have to come.
Wes’s gorgeous face twists into a snarl as he shoots down Amanda’s throat, her hair wrapped around his fist. No sooner is he finished does Wes shove her kneeling form to the floor and stands. His eyes remain on me as he stalks across the room, leaving a pile of upset blonde in his wake. She calls to him, yet he ignores her. Our eyes lock, and I toss away the key. He stops two feet in front of me just as Master Luca sucks my clit into his mouth.
My eyes fly wide. “Oh fuck!” I scream. Suddenly, my world snaps in two as another orgasm sneaks up on me, barreling like a freight train to its destination. “Ahhh!” My body shakes like a fish outta water, as my eyes blank, mind blanks, and all I can feel is the sizzle of 100% proof bliss soaking into my every pore. Yes! Every inch of me focuses on a singular function—coming. More sucking of my clit has me rolling down another mountain. Air fires from my lungs in sharp pants. Sweat drips down the sides of my cheeks. I can feel everything. Every touch, every sound, every … Fuck! A hot mouth latches onto my nipple and my toes curl.
“That’s it,” Wes encourages, his tongue flicking my bud as his hand skims down my belly, between my legs. My eyes roll further into my head—into my soul. Lord! Yes! Master Luca’s skilled mouth travels to my asshole, kissing, sucking, and fucking me there. What shouldn’t be deliciously erotic is. Continuously, moans impart my lips between breaths. Wes’s finger slips between my cleft and I hear him hiss. “Fuck, Kitten, you’re so wet,” he praises, and all I can seem to do is give him a faint nod before my head drops back for the count, since I can no longer hold it up.
Wes brushes atop my swollen clit before breaching my core with two eager fingers. They thrust in deep, curling just a bit to hit my sweet spot. He’s no rookie. Thank God. “How many more orgasms?” he asks with a hint of humor. Is he asking me how many more I want? Master Luca swipes my asshole once more with his tongue before going upright behind me. His cockhead swings as he stands, colliding with my cheek. A spray of pre-cum covers my skin. He massages it in with his hand.
“I say we give her ten more,” he replies.
Ten?!
I open my mouth to protest then quickly realize I can’t speak. My throat is too raw from crying out as my body faintly quakes from spent orgasms. Yet, Wes’s digits remain unmoving in my pussy like they belong there. Maybe they do. They feel so fucking good. I tighten around them so I can remember this forever. I inhale deeply to commit the mix of his scent, Master Luca’s scent, and the scent of leather and sex to memory. I never want to forget this moment. Not when I’m eighty, sitting in a rocker, thinking about the good ole days. I want to draw this to mind, where two beautiful men took me to heights I’ve only dreamed about while shackled in a BDSM club. Talk about a story for the grandkids, right?
“Ten sounds fair,” Wes hedges.
Wait. What? They can’t be serious. I’ve only had a few and I’m already drained. My body feels like Jell-O. How can they expect me to stand that long? If I were lying down, sure. But I’ve never climaxed standing up like this before.
Then, he adds, “But I think fifteen sounds better. She came a lot just rubbing on me the other night. Fifteen is doable … for her.”
Are they seriously having this conversation with me standing here? Master Luca’s finger slips between my ass cheeks, casually circling my damp rear hole. “I think that sounds fair. If she goes limp, we’ll take turns holding her. Don’t want her arms hurting too bad in the morning.” He chuckles. He fucking chuckles!
“Me either. But you better keep your dick to yourself, if you expect her to walk anytime this week.” Wes sounds so casual that it’s disconcerting. Not that I doubt what he says. Master Luca is H.U.N.G.
Master Luca grumbles something under his breath, the tip of his finger pushing just a bit into my tight ring. It burns and feels amazing in equal measure. “I woulda put a condom on if I was planning to take her. But this isn’t about me. This is about her and her experience. I’ll use my hand or someone else for completion. And you’ve already come once, so your balls shouldn’t turn too blue.” He chuckles again, that deep baritone vibrating close to my ear. “Don’t forget that I’m granting you permission to play on my scene, which is something I never do. But I can see that the female gets more excited with you around. Can’t you hear her? She’s still panting.”
“Yes. I know. We have a unique friendship.”
“Wes, baby, are you done?” Amanda’s voice rings through, and I go stiff as a board at the sound. I almost forgot she was here.
Wes’s fingers lightly massage against my sweet spot, and he leans in, brushing his lips over my exposed throat. “Calm down, Kitten.” His tongue draws a sensuous line from my jaw to my ear. It feels so damn good that I nearly swallow my tongue as I suppress a moan, not wanting him to know how much I love it. “She was just a means to an end. I had to come from watching you. And I didn’t wanna use my hand because of the mess I would’ve made. It would have went everywhere. You’re the only one I want. So take a deep breath for me and let it out.”
I comply with his tender, gravelly words, feeling a hundred times better. Warmth that has nothing to do with fantastic orgasms en
cases my heart.
“Wes,” Amanda whines impatiently, sounding a whole lot like Kelly. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they were sisters. I wanna call her out, or snap her neck, but I can’t. I’m too damn tired, and I trust Wes to handle it.
He grumbles against my neck, kisses me there just once, and then pulls away. But not entirely, as his fingers remain buried. “It’s Master Wesley, Amanda. And can’t you see I’m not done? If I were done, I would have my Kitten in my arms by now, and we’d all be going home, wouldn’t we?” He’s pissed. Dominant and pissed in some unusual Master mode. I almost feel sorry for Amanda. Almost.
“I … I…” she starts, and he cuts her off with a rumble in his throat.
“Master Geo, please escort Amanda to the dungeon and have Master Bane punish her.” Wes is all bite, hard, and sexy, and it’s turning me on even more. Which I didn’t even think could happen.
Amanda squawks. “What-what? You can’t—”
“I can, and I just did. Don’t interrupt any Master in the middle of a scene. You signed the forms. You know the rules. You’ll be awarded fair punishment.”
“Consider it done,” a man comments. “Do you want standard or stricter punishment, Master Wes?”
“Twenty paddles with Master Bane’s choice of instrument and one lash with the whip.”
“No! Not the whip!” Amanda screams in horror.
“Yes. The whip. You interfered with my Kitten’s pleasure, and Master Luca’s.” Pausing a beat, he curbs his angry tone. “Are you still hard back there, Master Luca?” Wes asks.
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