He tut-tutted me for this, giving my firm, round bottom a little whack of reproach. I let out a yelp of surprise and fumed in humiliation, but I bit back a retort and remembered I’d be the one in charge later.
He left the bed momentarily to take a small, velvet looking box out of a mahogany night table. I was about to ask what he was going to do with this, but he showed me a jar of lube that also worked as a stimulant, to heighten pleasure. And I knew exactly what he was going to do with it. His vulpine grin hid nothing.
He made a sensual production of spreading my cheeks once more and lubing up my anus. He massaged my bottom tenderly at first, using his now slippery fingers to caress my apple cheeks. Lube was spread up and down my crack, and he slipped two fingers into my pulsing sex, then curled them to caress my g-spot too. I couldn’t hold back a loud moan at this.
“I should punish you for your outbursts,” he said, dipping his head to kiss the center of my back. “But I’m enjoying them too much, so we’ll let it go, this time.”
I wanted to fume at him more, kick him in the shins if I had the ability, but instead I took my ecstasy and plotted retribution.
Cool, tiny spheres entered my ass, and he pushed the pearls deep inside of me, making my rectum tingle and burn wonderfully. In my bound state, I lifted my hips off the bed, unable to control their wanton reaction to his manipulation of my body.
Then he got up on the bed behind me, and I felt his lightly haired knees brushed against the sides of my thighs. He bent over my prone form and whispered in my ear, “You look so beautiful bound in pearls, helpless to resist my touch. Now,” his voice turned into a carnal growl, “I’m going to fuck you while I slowly pull the beads from your beautiful ass.”
He whacked it again for emphasis, and this time I snarled at him, which earned me an amused chuckle and another tut-tut. I hated the humiliation this situation put me in, but I loved what this bastard was doing to my body.
A zipper on his suit briiiped open and a foil condom wrapper crinkled as he tore into it. Downstairs, when I signed the contract, we had discussed this. I informed him I was on the pill, and the contract informed me of his clean bill of sexual health, but I had to take a test guaranteeing the same. I figured fair was fair, and I admired his practicality.
Then the hot tip of his glans glided up and down my now soaking wet seam. He braced my bound knees against his sculpted chest and parted my legs enough to give him entry. The cool, rubbery-smooth touch of his suit was an odd contrast to the live, lightly haired warmth of his skin, but not unwelcome.
He caressed my aching sex and up to my asshole, where the pearls were still buried. I groaned and felt mad with the need to come, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of begging him to fuck me.
“Would you like my thick, hard cock in your pussy, love?” he taunted, saying the words in a gravelly, guttural way that only made my torment worse.
I bit my lip, huffed frustrated air through my nose, and still refused to beg as he ground the plump head of his cock into my clit. I shuddered and came right then and there from the pleasure and pent up fury. He laughed at my anger and still refused to make good on his promise to fuck me.
“Want more?” he drawled, obviously loving my frustration. “All you have to do is say please fuck me, Mr. Devereux.”
I gnashed my teeth and still refused, while he slipped just the tip of his penis into my pulsing cunt, then withdrew. He also slid a few pearls out of my ass in time with the brief penetration, amping my torment even higher. My teeth squeaked as I ground them together.
When he teased my clit again with the slippery, fat head of his cock, I lost it. My last semblance of pride smoldered away under carnal need. Sure, another clitoral orgasm would be nice, but I wanted a cock deep inside of me. So I begged, “Fuck me now, please, Mr. Devereux.”
He let out a throaty laugh, slapped my ass, and said, “That’s better,” then he buried his long, plump penis in me to the root.
I sighed as he filled me and my vagina stretched to accommodate his impressive girth. He was huge. Bigger than any lover I had been with, and my little black book wasn’t lacking names, so that’s saying something. As he thrust in a slow, steady rhythm that massaged my g-spot until it thrummed, I felt as if I melted into the satin beneath me.
He continued to pull pearls from my ass while he fucked my sensuously. Reaching behind him, he also plucked another strand from his collection and used these to further tease my clit. The cool roundness against the extra-sensitive, swollen bead of flesh made me buck my hips faster, and more moans of enjoyment escaped me.
I asked him to fuck me faster, deeper, harder, and he anxiously complied. He fisted a handful of my hair as his thrusts took me over the edge of a second orgasm, and the wonderful pressure growing in my g-spot burst through me when he tugged on my straight, sable mane.
Moments later, he pulled out of me and spoke in a ragged voice, “I’m going to cum all over you, beautiful, and then I’ll lick you clean.”
Before I could say anything, his cock was gone from inside of me, the condom was off, and his glistening seed jetted over my shoulders, my back, my ass. Some got into my hair, making my finely groomed tresses sticky, but I was breathless and lost in a fog of intense release, so I didn’t really care.
As he’d promised, he took his tongue to me, like an eager cat, and licked me clean while he slowly untied me. I had to admit that, while I hated the man, I’d certainly enjoyed this sex game with him.
***
I was in the studio Blaine had given me for the duration of my stay. That morning, I made him let me take measurements for his suit, and now a display of various bondage wear photos was laid out before me. Thanks to a friend in the fashion industry, I had ordered the material I needed--a very special material--and it had just arrived today. Soon, the suit would be ready and I’d be out of here like yesterday.
Just as I went to sketch another line on my design pad, my Blackberry let out its ringtone. I looked at the display to see it was Ethan, and my stomach sank. I hadn’t called him in days, and odds were he knew about my commissioned job for Blaine Devereux.
“I can’t believe you’re working for him,” he said, skipping ‘hello’ when I answered. His voice dripped disapproval and jealousy.
“Ethan, please.” I sighed. “Don’t give me a bad time about this. It’s a very lucrative contract.”
“Did you sell your soul to him, too?” he snapped.
“The jury’s out on whether souls even exist, so give me a break,” I retorted.
He grunted. “Nice justification.”
“Look, Ethan, this is really none of your business.” My voice rose with my anger. “We’re friends, best friends, but that’s all we are.”
I regretted the words as soon as they left my lips. Ethan and I had known each other since college, back when he and I were dating and we’d hang out with Lynette and Jake. But Ethan and I made great friends, terrible life partners. We broke up after two months together and one month living with each other. However, I know he’s always hoped for a renewed romance with me, even though I’d been clear we were fuck buddies and nothing else. I felt terrible for hurting him once again.
“Oh yeah,” he practically growled the words. “I get it. I’m not rich enough for you, right? Have fun with your arrogant asshole.”
“You know that isn’t true--” I was about to rebut on the rich part, but he’d already hung up.
Ethan hated Blaine Devereux because Blaine had dated his sister for a short time. Very short time. Ethan’s sis Gabby was a beautiful woman who took no shit, and I liked her a lot. She was the first woman to tell me how insufferable Blaine’s arrogance and control issues were, and now Ethan was very pissed at me for working with the enemy. Thankfully, my dear friend didn’t know about the sex part, or he’d be beyond livid.
Devereux dumped Gabby in the worst way. He walked out on her in an exclusive restaurant, making a bit of a scene when she broached the subject of marriage.
He never returned any of her calls and wiped her out of his life like she’d been nothing.
So now Ethan knew my secret, my life went from complicated to a crazy mess. I sighed and went back to my design table, where all my samples, bits of material, and sketching pad were laid out. Once more I focused on the suit, and this made me smile for many reasons.
***
“Tonight we’ll make our first visit to Sanctuary,” Blaine told me, coming into my room wearing a fine tuxedo with silk cummerbund that made him look like a debonair movie star.
My eyes feasted on him as he walked closer, then I went back to finishing myself off in the full length mirror.
“You look beautiful,” he said, wrapping his arms around my bare shoulders. “Your skin, your hair, your dress is exquisite.” Then he buried his nose in the curve of my neck, inhaling my expensive jasmine and vanilla perfume before brushing a kiss over my skin.
I did paint a stunning picture, I decided, as I put a glittery diamond earring in one ear. My dress was a fuchsia Vera Wang that fell to my knees and had tiny straps. It complimented my olive skin perfectly, and shimmered with each turn I made. My hair was done up in a sable chignon that spilled over with big curls, and my dark eyes were artfully done in smoky hues.
“So what is this Sanctuary place anyway?” I asked, after we slipped into the limousine.
“It’s Surrender Inc.’s crème de la crème,” he said, slipping closer to me across the spacious seat, then slipping an arm around me. “I’m one of the major shareholders, so I get to enjoy the resort regularly.”
I made a suitably impressed face. “Sounds very exclusive.” I expertly avoided his lips when he swooped in for a kiss, and asked another question. “What is Surrender Inc. exactly? You said it was an exclusive sex club…”
He ensnared my hand and kissed each fingertip, stopping at my pinky, pointer, and thumb to suckle in-between speaking. “It started as a group of very rich people who wanted to play sexual games, but we’ve spread our idea outward, giving many people pleasure now.”
I raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. “And how, exactly, do you get around the fact that selling sex is illegal?”
“We have our ways,” he said, dipping his head to lick my neck. “And money talks.”
Fifteen minutes later, and after a heady make out session, I was whisked inside the spacious grounds of the Surrender Sanctuary resort. The place reminded me of an old plantation mansion, with its looming white columns, peaked roof, and verandas lining most of the upper floor windows. The grounds were well manicured and breathtaking in their shades of variegated greenery.
We moved through a pair of mammoth, white doors, into a spacious foyer carpeted in crimson. The black and white checkerboard floor complimented the pristine white walls nicely, and I let myself soak in the sumptuous atmosphere as I walked into an elevator with shimmering, golden doors.
“Tonight will be a switch situation,” he told me, his eyes narrowed and gleaming like a panther’s. “You’ll get to control, and have, two men, Kitty. Think you can handle it?”
I felt my eyes widen to the size of saucers. “How did I miss that in the contract?”
He laughed at me, looking the picture of composed smugness. “You must’ve read the fine print too fast. Any objections?”
“None,” I said without hesitation. No way was I backing down from his challenge, even if he’d enjoy the play tonight as much as I would.
He led me to a grand ballroom, where people moved about in designer finery, while others wore latex and leather bondage suits, or some mere strips of shiny, black material.
“Welcome to the Surrender Submissives Ball, Kitty,” Blaine whispered close to my ear as he wrapped a hand around my waist. “Please, pick the man we’ll play with tonight.”
Blaine told me how Surrender protocol for these events went, and I scanned the selection of male submissives moving through the crowd. My focus zoned in on a guy standing near one carved column. He had large dark eyes. So brown they were almost black. His olive skin shone with the scented oil the submissives had rubbed into their flesh for this event. He wore tight leather shorts and a studded collar, and his body was a rippling mass of glory. I practically drooled looking at him. He was definitely a prime candidate for our liaison. Wavy dark hair curled under his strong chin.
I pointed him out to Blaine. “That’s the one I want.”
He grinned and took my arm. “Let’s go talk to him then.”
The man’s name was Robert, and he kissed my hand after we introduced ourselves. This was part of the courting protocol during the Submissives Ball. I learned from Blaine that Surrender had its rules and they adhered to them very strictly. They ran a safe sex establishment that put the utmost emphasis on the health of their patrons and workers.
“Robert, may we request your services as our submissive?” I asked, since, ultimately, as per Surrender’s rules, it was the submissive’s choice, and dominants were not allowed to argue over the submissive’s final decision.
He smiled a sweet, wide smile full of white teeth. “Yes, I’d be happy to fulfill your desires tonight.” He raked a bold gaze over me and Blaine, and I liked the will this one had.
He was bulkier, bigger, than Blaine. The guy reminded me of my brother’s favorite hockey player, goalie Roberto Luongo, I thought. He clipped a silver leash to his collar, handed me the lead, and then guided myself and Blaine down a hallway lined with playrooms. We chose one at the back of the hall. A playroom done up in baroque style with shades of plum, mauve, and silver. The massive bed was draped in a silver quilt, and its capitone headboard was made from rubbed velvet.
I soaked up the splendor as I walked to the bed, leading our submissive behind me. While I did so, Blaine briefly disappeared into the bathroom, after picking a bondage suit from a standing wardrobe in the room. Again, I wondered about his need to remain clothed in the most intimate of situations.
When he returned, he also brought an assortment of toys from the same wardrobe. I spotted a feather tickler, some lotions and lubes, a paddle, among other items in his treasure trove. I wondered if we’d make our way through the whole pile tonight.
“What would you like us to do first, Mistress?” Blaine asked, looking smug even when he assumed a submissive pose.
A wicked thought formed in my head. I took the leash and collar from Robert, and went to where Blaine stood at the foot of the bed. The set had been modified to include a footboard with posts, strictly for the purpose I was about to put to use.
Blaine gave me a puzzled look as I fastened the collar around his neck.
I grinned smugly myself as I fastened the leash to his collar, then looped its silver links around the bedposts and tied him to the piece of furniture. “First, I’m going to play with our submissive all by myself,” I told him. “And you have to watch, but you can’t touch until I give you permission.” Then I took a pair of handcuffs from the pile of toys, slipped off the bed, and moved behind him to fasten his wrists.
He shook his head, narrowed his eyes at me, smiled a calculating smile. “You’re a bitch, you know that?”
I patted his cheek. “And you’re a bastard, but no one’s perfect, sweetheart.”
I climbed back on the bed and crawled, catlike, over to our submissive. While I smoothed my hands up and down his sculpted chest and kissed him hungrily, I took glimpses at Blaine from my peripheral. He used his neck to tug at the restraint there by pulling back and side to side, but there was no way he was getting lose. He growled out some words I barely understood, and I ignored these as I continued to enjoy our playmate.
“What would you like me to do, Robert?” I asked sweetly.
He gave a smile. “You’re the dominant, Mistress. Your command is my wish.”
I chuckled. “Well, then, I command you to ditch those shorts so I can suck your magnificent cock.” I reached down and unzipped his fly for him, stroking his growing erection before I let him remove his costume.
He was
naked and prone in mere moments, and I dipped my head to his plump, purple glans, licking the head all over before I tongued beneath the ridge. He groaned and my bound lover groaned with him.
I trailed my tongue down his steely shaft, then I swirled circles over his scrotum with its wet tip. He bucked his hips up and hissed air between his teeth. So I lapped at his perineum to heighten his pleasure, then I suckled this tiny flap of skin until he cried out in pleasure.
Blaine shook his handcuffs and neck restraint, demanding to be freed, but I continued to deny him.
I licked two fingers and played with his asshole, then nudged these digits up inside his anus. He moaned loudly and his cock twitched harder. This time, when I took him in my mouth, I gobbled his cock to the root and sucked hard. While I deep throated him, I swished my tongue back and forth over his shaft. Then I swallowed, once, twice, while his head rested against the back of my throat. He thrust into my mouth and tentatively touched my hair.
I dipped my tongue into his pre-cum spurting hole, lapping at the salty seed until he writhed atop the bed. While I did this, I reached between his legs to tease and pluck at his balls. His breath grew rapid and shallow.
“Let me go, now,” my bound lover demanded from the foot of the bed. “This is not what I had in mind for tonight.”
I looked up at him, milking the submissive’s cock still as I did so. “I thought I was in charge?”
He gave me a smarmy leer, then his face softened and he tried for a little boy pout. “May I please join you, Mistress?”
“Not yet,” I told him, giving a sassy flip of my head before I went back to sucking the submissive’s cock.
He snarled something about unfairness, but I ignored him again, lost in the act of enjoying this young submissive and giving him pleasure. I’d never had a problem with sucking cock, and I actually enjoyed giving oral sex as much as I enjoyed giving it. Plus, in this instance, there was the added bonus of pissing my adversary off.
I spotted an anal plug shaped like a popsicle, and I scooped this up to add to my play. It was smooth and silvery, and I lubed up my lover’s asshole with throughout licks that made him moan and squirm before I nudged the plug into his rectum.
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