by Jenika Snow
Jere stopped in front of a door to the left and opened it. He turned around and looked at her over his shoulder, a devilish glint in his eyes. They descended a flight of stairs. The scent of pine and leather invaded her senses. The first thing Mara noticed when they reached the bottom of the stairs was the gleaming hardwood floor. Jere stepped fully into the room but Nico stayed behind her. She felt his body heat seep into her, and despite that she still had chills break out on her flesh. Upon further examination she saw a black leather couch to one side, and on the wall beside the couch was an array of whips, gags, floggers, leashes, and restraints. On the other side were two pieces of lumber attached to the wall. They created an X and she knew that to be called a St. Andrew Cross. A shiver worked through her.
In the center of the room were a series of hooks and pulley systems. She could only imagine what in the hell those were used for. Nico urged her into the room and she stopped in the center. Jere stood off to the side as Nico circled her, his fingers trailing over her bare arm.
“We invited you here for one reason, and you accepted that invitation because you seek the same.” His voice was low and held arousal. That much was abundantly clear. He stopped in front of her and said, “Now tell us that you want whatever we have to give.”
She swallowed and darted her eyes between them. This was it. This was the moment where she would either head back up those stairs or she would fully submit to the men, the Doms, in front of her. She nodded.
“No. We want to hear you say it,” Jere said from the corner.
“Yes. I want this.” There was a beat of silence and then both men nodded.
“Strip.” Nico’s voice was strong and resounding in the room and she jumped slightly. “Keep the heels on, though.”
Her hands went to the hem of her white blouse and pulled it from her waistband. She started slipping the buttons through the buttonholes, her eyes on the ground. Pushing the material from her shoulders, she reached behind to unzip her pencil skirt. She hadn’t known what to wear, so she went with the same style as when she attended the first party. The sound of her zipper sliding down seemed extremely loud in the room. The material fell to her ankles and she stepped out of it. The chill in the air was not lost on her and after a beat of silence she took a deep breath and unclasped the front of her bra. Once the cups no longer supported the weight of her breasts and her cleavage wasn’t as pronounced, she gripped her panties and slid them down her thighs. The only thing she now wore were her black stilettos, and the urge to cover up was so strong she lifted her hands to shield her chest. Her other hand moved to cover her mound, but the sound of both men tsking made her stop and looking at them. Nico took a step forward and gently gripped her arms, pulling them away from her body.
“You are not to shield your body from us. Ever.” When her arms hung at her side she fought the rising humiliation of being completely nude in front of them, as they were still fully dressed. Both men seemed so disinterested, like there wasn't a naked female standing right in front of them, readying herself to submit fully.
“You are to take a kneeling position at all times in our presence unless we specify otherwise.” Jere moved and placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her to the ground. Once on her knees she looked up at him, not knowing what to do next. Was this what got them off? Having a woman at their feet?
“You must keep your back straight.” Nico moved behind her and placed a hand on the center to her back and one on her shoulder, causing her to sit up straighter. “Spread your knees shoulder-width apart.” Nico leaned forward and she felt his lips brush her ear. “We want to always be able to see that sweet pussy of yours.”
“Your hands are to be placed on your thighs, palms facing upward.” When Mara was in the position they both stepped back and looked at her. “This is the display position. When we are in the mood to look but not touch you will take this position for our viewing pleasure. You must keep your head lowered also.” She dropped her head, her eyes going to her open palms.
All of this felt so incredibly unusual, but it also felt so arousing. She could feel moisture settle at the junction of her thighs and fought the need to close them to stem off the leak of fluid.
“When we tell you to offer yourself this is what you will do. You understand completely, Mara?” She didn’t raise her head to answer Nico.
“Yes, I understand.”
“You will refer to us as Master and only if we ask you something directly. If you speak out without direct permission you will be punished.” Nico’s response wasn’t that surprising.
“It matters not that this is your first time participating in a scene. We have explained fully what we expect, and have given you ample time to ask questions. We will only remind you once if you do not obey. After that you will be punished. Do you understand?” Jere’s voice was firmer, harder.
“Yes.”
"Yes what?"
"Master. Yes, Master."
“What a good girl you are, and you learn fast.” Jere all but purred and she couldn’t help but feel satisfaction that she had pleased him. She didn’t want to disappoint them, and she knew she would have to try her hardest to make sure she followed commands.
One of them took a step forward but with her head downcast she couldn’t tell which one. She could hear him breathing, feel the warmth of his breath on her flesh. Her nipples puckered and his finger reached out and tweaked the tips. With her eyes down she could see the long, tanned fingers of Jere manipulating one turgid tip. She bit her lip as pleasure coursed through her. He tugged at her flesh and then went to the other. Over and over he tormented her and as soon as a little gasp of pleasure came out her he removed his hands. She closed her eyes, trying to get her bearings. Her arousal had already presented, but after Jere touched her she could feel her juices sliding down her inner thighs. As if on instinct she brought her thighs together.
A sharp slap to her bottom made a cry escape from her and tears formed in her eyes. The sting of Jere’s palm against the cheek of her ass was intense.
“Legs kept shoulder-width apart at all times.” Pushing her legs apart, the heat of her blood rushing to the surface of her skin consumed her. She sensed Jere move away from her but instantly Nico knelt in front of her, his fingers delving between the folds of her pussy. She parted her lips as he teased her clit and then moved those thick fingers to the opening of her body. The slow circles he did around her hole were agony and ecstasy in one, and when he slipped one of those broad digits into her body her pussy clenched down hard.
“Mmm, a greedy little cunt you have, sub.” Nico used his other hand to grip her chin and bring her face up to look at his. “Tell me you want more than my fingers in your pussy, Mara.” He started pumping the digits in and out of her, drawing out her pleasure, making her hungry for more. He added another finger and she felt herself become stretched. She had had sex before, but the two men she had been with had been less than endowed. Nico’s fingers were solid and long, and when they plowed inside of her, dragging across her g-spot, she knew that what he had behind his slacks would put those other men to shame.
Staring into the blue depths of his eyes, she wanted to tell him whatever he wanted to know, wanted to give them whatever they wanted, but it was like she couldn’t make her lips form the words, especially with him pumping in and out of her. Her eyes closed on their own accord as she let what he was doing to her remove any reservations she might have had about being with them. God, she wanted to desperately tell him she wanted his cock inside of her. He removed his fingers and a sense of loss filled her.
“Come here.” She went to stand but Nico’s words stopped her. “Crawl to me.” He was seated on the couch. His legs were spread wide, and his arms were thrown across the back of the couch.
At first she was hesitant to comply. The act of crawling to him was abhorrent and mortified her. Jere would be able to see the most intimate parts of her obscenely on display, but then she thought it her reason for staying. She wanted to expe
rience this, wanted to know what it was all about. Humiliation put aside, she got on her hands and knees and crawled over to him, making sure to keep her head lowered. The heavy fall of her hair blocked out everything in her peripheral. When she was in front of him she didn’t make a move to lift her head, didn’t know what the correct etiquette was for this situation.
“Look at me, sub.” Lifting her eyes to his she watched as his smile turned almost lecherous. “Take my cock out.” Her heart pounded as his gaze flicked down to the fly of his pants. The evidence of his arousal strained against the expensive looking material and a buzzing started in her ears. “Sub.” Nico’s stare was intense. “You will suck my cock while Master Jere spanks that ass as punishment.”
“No warnings, sweet Mara. You’ll take your punishment like a good girl, and you’ll do that while your mouth is full of Master Nico’s cock.”
Chapter Eight
When Mara had Nico’s cock out, her mouth went dry at the sight. Long, thick and harder than anything she had ever seen, his erection was just as big as the rest of him. The head was flushed red, the skin stretched shiny and tight over his length. The heavy weight beneath his shaft was drawn up tight, yet that didn’t deter from the fullness of his balls.
“I’m not going to repeat myself, Mara.” She flicked her eyes to Nico once before taking hold of the root of his penis and opening her mouth. She swiped her tongue along the underside, his flavor bursting forth in her mouth. Wrapping her lips around the crown, she hollowed out her cheeks. His thickness stopped her from fully wrapping her fingers around him. His hips lifted as she started to descend on his length, and when the tip of him hit the back of her throat and she threatened to pull away, his hand on the back of her head stopped her.
“You’ll suck me until I tell you to stop.” Nico’s hand tightened in her hair and he pulled her head back slightly before pushing her back down.
She was fully aware that her ass was high in the air, her legs spread wide, and her pussy on full display. She could feel Jere’s gaze on her exposed cunt and a flush spread throughout her whole body at that thought. She expected the stinging slap against her bottom any moment, but it never came. Was this all part of their plan? Did they want her to wonder when it was coming or did they simply say they were going to spank her to set her on edge?
Saliva pooled in her mouth and slipped out of the corner of her lips as she continued to give Nico head. He didn’t make any sound to let her know if she pleased him, but he was still steely hard in her mouth so she assumed she had to be doing something right. With her eyes closed she let herself get lost in the feel of his velvety flesh against her tongue. His flavor was masculine with a hint of saltiness. She had never thought the taste agreeable, but with each spurt of his pre-cum in her mouth she grew addicted.
It was as she swallowed around the tip of him and her pussy became wetter that she felt the first biting sting against her ass. It wasn’t Jere’s hand that had connected with her skin, but something that had several painful strips attached to it. A flogger, her hazy mind determined. An image of a handle with long segments of leather attached to it flashed through her mind. A bloom spread through her and she felt her skin heat from her blush. Another lash against both of her cheeks elicited a moan around Nico’s member. She went to pull away but Nico’s hands in her hair stopped her from retreating. His fingers flexed against her scalp.
“You don’t want to stop, Mara. Just let Master Jere show you how good his lashes can feel. Let the pain mix with the pleasure and then you’ll be in paradise. Feel ebullience, little sub. Let it overflow.”
His hips jacked up and she clenched her hand on his thigh, her nails biting into the hard muscle. A hiss left him but he didn’t tell her to stop. Another lash across the back of her thighs made tears fall from her eyes, her saltiness mixing with his. She didn’t know how many straps were on the flogger, but it felt like there were hundreds of them. They licked at her thighs, her ass, and even between her legs. The leather stung, but after the pain subsided and the heat settled under her flesh the pleasure was immense. Spreading her thighs wider, she lifted her ass, finding wantonness inside of her that she didn’t know existed. At the moment, with her emotions and feelings reeling she would have given both of them whatever they wanted, not because that's what they wanted, but because that's what she wanted.
Nico’s thighs tensed beneath her touch and she could taste spurts of semen coat her tongue. He was close to coming, that much was clear, but as she started renewing her efforts, the desire to fully taste him growing, he gripped her shoulders and pushed her away. There hadn’t been much force behind his hands, but she was so delirious from her arousal that she found herself on her ass, her legs spread. Her skin burned fiercely where Jere had spanked her, but the cool wood beneath her was comforting. Nico's gaze dipped to her exposed pussy and a mask slid over his face. Before she could contemplate what his expression meant, she was hauled up by Jere and turned around so fast her head spun. His hand wrapped loosely around her throat, his thumb right under her ear. The hold was wholly possessive and she found herself falling into the oblique depths of his eyes.
“Nico might want to be gentle with you, but I, on the other hand…” he turned her head to the side and then she felt the velvety feel of his tongue stroke across the side of her throat. Her neck fell back and a sigh escaped her. “...I think you like having the control taken from you.” His mouth moved up her flesh and he now whispered in her ear. “I think you enjoyed having me paddle your ass.” God, she so did. “How about we see exactly how wet the little slut got.” Being called such a degrading word had never enticed her so much.
His hand dipped between her thighs and a deft finger parted her swollen folds. A harsh sound left her mouth when he slipped a full finger into her pussy. Her inner muscles clamped down on the probing digit, drawing it in deeper and causing a gruff noise to vibrate in his throat.
“I knew you’d be the perfect little sub. Your body is greedy for what only we can give you.” He added another finger inside of her. His thumb slid through her cleft until it came in contact with her throbbing clit. Mara was putty in his hands. Even she could see it and feel it. “Do you think you’ve been a good girl, slut?” She felt her head bobbing up and down because she couldn’t form a solid word, not with what he was doing to her pussy. He moved away from her all too soon and she found herself teetering on her feet. A hand to her lower back stabilized her and she could smell the crisp, clean scent of Nico surround her. His arms slid around her, his hands cupped her breasts, lifting them at the same time his thumbs and forefingers pulled at her nipples. Her eyes slid shut and her head fell back, resting on Nico’s chest. Even with her heels on they were so much taller. Their muscles strained under their clothes, promising the masculinity that lay beneath the exterior.
“Come here like a good girl.” Jere’s words had her opening her eyes. He stood right under the hooks and rope that hung from the center of the ceiling. She took a step forward but Jere shook his head. “I want you to come to me on your hands and knees. I liked the sight of you crawling before.” There was a devilish glint in his eyes. “In fact, I want Master Nico to bring you to me on a leash and collar." A beat of silence filled the room. "Tell me how much you’d enjoy being led like our Pet.”
A collar and leash? A flash of shapes and colors moved through her mind. She could see the female on her hands and knees, being led like some kind of dog through the party. The flash of her black collar hadn’t seemed that monumental at the time, but now that she was faced with the prospect of wearing one it seemed far more important.
“I--” One of Jere’s dark eyebrows lifted. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that.” Nico’s arms slipped away from her and he moved to stand beside Jere. The two of them watched her, not speaking, but they didn’t need to because their looks spoke volumes.
“Are you using the color red, Pet?” Nico’s voice was low, yet strong.
She dropped her eyes to the floor, contempl
ating whether she was going to use that word or not.
“Look at us.” Jere’s voice was harder and louder than Nico’s. Mara snapped her eyes up. The sound of her heart seemed so loud in the room and she wondered if they could hear it, thundering like a storm causing destruction.
“Time is of the essence, Mara. You will either say red and we will escort you to your car, or you will get on your hands and knees and allow Master Nico to place the collar around your slender little neck and lead you to me.”
"What color are you on, sweetheart?" Nico's voice was low, coaxing.
Beads of perspiration beaded along her brow and she knew that if she let the word red roll off her tongue and went home she would forever wonder what it would have been like to lift her head from her submissive position until her very soul was bared.
"Green, Master." Dropping to her knees, she saw the pleased look that crossed each of their faces. The ground was cold beneath her knees and palms but she didn’t shift to ease the discomfort.
“Take the display position.”
She did as Jere asked, moving to her knees and spreading them shoulder-width apart. Once she had the rest of her body to their specifications, she kept her head lowered and waited for their next instructions. She felt so exposed, with her pussy lips parting from her widened thighs and the air brushing along her inner folds. She knew her clit was peeking from the hood at the top of her mound. It seemed like forever until she felt the air shift as Nico came closer.
