by Lainey Reese
Faulkner made some sort of hand motion toward the trio, then Trevor came up to them, holding a glowing neon purple tube.
“Hold out your hand, sub.”
When she hesitated, Faulkner rubbed her back in a soothing circle. She recognized the gesture for what it was—an offer of comfort and a reminder that he was right here with her. She appreciated that he didn’t repeat Trevor’s command, but rather just gave her a nonverbal acknowledgement that he was there and everything that happened would be her choice.
She put out her hand.
Try as she might, she couldn’t quite contain her shaking, nor was she able to stop herself from flinching when Trevor touched the heart-shaped tip to her palm. She yelped. But only a little and more because of what she thought she’d feel rather than how it actually felt.
“God, that scared me spitless for a second there.” Cheyenne laughed as she ran her fingers over the smooth cool cylinder of hazy purple light. “Does it vibrate or get hot or something?” It wasn’t zapping her as she’d feared so unless it did something else, she couldn’t see the toy offering anything more than a pretty visual.
“No. It won’t get hot or vibrate.” Trevor had a smirk that he didn’t try to hide.
Smartass was laughing at her, Shy thought, but he was so charming and there wasn’t a hint of malice in his expression, so she smirked back and demanded. “Well, what does it do then?” She added an elbow jab to Dude’s ribs when she felt his body shake as he chuckled. “No laughing at me, Sir. I don’t get it.”
“I ain’t laughing at you, Shy,” he assured her even as he continued to chuckle. She turned enough to give him her best squinty-eyed look. “I’m enjoying the hell out of you, is all. And keep giving me those fucking cute dirty looks and we’re gonna explore the spanking bench before we leave.”
That wiped the glare off her face in a blink. Then Trevor spoke again so she turned back to him to pay attention.
“The electrical current runs continuously through the tool, but if I touch you with it”—he did and she felt nothing—“you can’t feel anything. But watch what happens when I raise it up a bit.” He lifted the wand less than an inch from her hand and a tiny purple lightning bolt zapped from it to her palm.
She yelped and jumped again, but this time when Faulkner chuckled she retaliated by wiggling her ass against where he was hard and aching for her. When his chuckle melted into a groan she said, “Serves you right,” then turned her attention back to the impromptu lesson.
“There are different wands and with each you can adjust the strength of the zap it gives. We are gonna play with these a bit first and then it’ll get really interesting.” He turned his sandy head and pointed toward the stall where Cade was making minute adjustments to Riley’s bindings. “The reason we reserved this station is because it’s the last stall in the place so it’s nice and dark. Also, just wait until we use the displacement mat.” When he saw her brows shoot up, he answered her question before she could ask it. “It’s a rubber mat that we are putting under her feet and then this”—he held up the wand—“is going under the mat. That will make her the wand, in a manner of speaking. Then, when we run our hands or tools over her, the sparks will literally fly.” He winked at his own pun and walked back to where Cade and Riley were waiting to begin.
For endless minutes, they took turns running different shaped and colored wands over their beautifully tied sub. Sparks danced over her skin in a miniature ballet of light.
Cheyenne was mesmerized. It wasn’t long before Riley’s gorgeous body was covered in a sheen of dewy perspiration that made her skin glisten like she’d been coated with oil.
With her limbs completely restrained, Riley let her reactions out in the only way left for her—vocally. Shy watched the other woman moan and pant and beg. When the intensity increased, Riley began to shout and bite back screams. Screams of pleasure and screams of torment that were barely choked off as her men danced Riley right to the edge of her endurance, then kept her there.
The sadistic Doms withheld permission to come. Cheyenne didn’t know how Riley could stand it. She was only watching and Cheyenne was practically ready to come herself. Shy could not imagine how much noise she’d make if she were in Riley’s place.
There was something so elemental about the scene. Primal. The sparks danced over her caramel skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake. Riley arched within her restraints and set her perfect rear to jiggling every time she did.
Cheyenne wasn’t aware that every arch and flinch that Riley made was replicated by her own body. She didn’t know she was grinding against the butterfly still between her thighs until Faulkner switched it back on. Her shout was every bit as guttural as one of Riley’s.
“I don’t want you to come until I give you permission.” That stopped all her restless movements and she peeled her eyes away from the mesmerizing scene to meet Faulkner’s intense gaze. “Will you do that for me, Shy? Fight your body and don’t come until I say so?”
It was an intriguing concept. As a woman who never had much luck in the bedroom before Faulkner had come along, orgasms had been few and far between. She’d always worked as hard as she could to achieve climax, and now she was faced with denying it? Could she hold back? Was it possible for her to not come when the orgasm was upon her? She had no idea. But she thought it sure would be fun to find out.
“I can try,” she told him.
He was quiet for a moment and Cheyenne watched as his eyes ran over her face like he was memorizing it. “I’m a fucking lucky bastard, Shy. You know that? Luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.” Then his hand scooped the back of her neck and he pulled her in for a kiss that had her trying to climb him like a jungle gym.
“Mmm, God, babe,” he murmured into her mouth as his hands molded over her curves with an urgency that matched her own. “Enough now or I’m gonna take you right here.”
“Okay,” she told him. After all, it sounded like a great idea to her.
“Brat,” he said with an affectionate rumble. “I’m not ready to go there yet. Now turn around and behave.” He thwarted his own order, though, by smashing her close for a ferocious kiss while his hands ground her hips against his, effectively reducing her mental capacity to that of a gnat.
She hadn’t even realized she was straddling him until he abruptly pulled back and held her at arm’s length. The molten stare they shared in that suspended moment probably raised the temperature in the room by twenty degrees.
“Sweet Christ.”
She couldn’t have put it better herself, she thought when the moment passed and he helped her settle back into place. His shaft was like a branding iron along the crease of her ass. Shy couldn’t stop the pump and flex of her hips, but to be honest, she didn’t really try.
A shout from Riley turned Cheyenne’s attention back to the scene and she felt her mouth drop open. They had moved on to the floor mat portion of the show, apparently, because now neither man held a wand and were using their hands on her instead. Riley was a living lightning rod. Everywhere the two striking men moved their hands over her, sparks sizzled and zapped. Cade got down on one knee where his face was level with her navel. The way their chair was angled allowed Cheyenne to see the front of Riley clearly if she craned her neck just a little. It wasn’t until Cade lowered his head and she almost fell off Dude’s lap that she realized she was maybe craning too hard.
Shy watched with her breath held as the tip of Cade’s tongue got closer and closer to the flesh between Riley’s legs. Closer and she could hear Riley whimper. Closer still and now she heard Riley pleading. Closer, and then it happened. A hazy pink arc flashed right onto her swollen and wet clit. The breath Shy had been holding released on a gust as Riley’s body stiffened and her cries filled the room. God, she was begging now. Seriously begging. To come.
“Please,” she pleaded in a voice that had gone all sexy and husky, and Shy had a distracted moment to wonder if she herself ever sounded that hot. “Cade! God! Cade, pl
ease. Please let me come.”
Then Trevor picked up what looked like a steel wool pot scrubber and brought it to Riley’s breast. A shower of sparks erupted like a Fourth of July sparkler between it and her dusky nipple. The arch of her back and the primitive sound that emitted from her were a clear and unmistakable signal. Riley was ready. Shy knew it before she saw the men move into action.
Trevor slammed off the switch to the violet wand while Cade made short quick work of the ties. He left her limbs covered in rope and only bothered himself with the ends that were keeping his sub in place. By the time he finished her legs and was untying her arms, Trevor had her hair free. Then the two men stepped to either side of their wife.
Though they had stripped their sub bare for the scene, they had only removed their shirts. Even now Cheyenne could see all they did was open their flies before they put on condoms. Then Trevor picked up his wife with her knees hooked over his elbows, and Cheyenne watched, entranced as he lowered her onto his cock.
It was the most shocking thing Cheyenne had ever seen. Until Cade stepped up behind her and slid into Riley’s ass. His hand looked so dark and strong on the tan globe as he squeezed one supple cheek and lifted it back to allow deeper penetration.
Every bone and muscle in Cheyenne’s body melted. She felt instantly drunk, so much so that she looked at her glass and was surprised to see she’d hardly touched it.
Right now, though, the only thing Shy could do was watch. Spellbound. The men were beautiful specimens of the male form. Both over six feet, thick in the shoulders with strong legs and arms. One was sandy haired and had an Indiana Jones kind of charm, while the other had the dark hair and blue eyes that reminded her of Gypsies or dashing pirates. And they stood there, toe to toe with an equally beautiful and naked woman between them.
They worshiped her with their bodies, mouths and hands. And the sounds! Sweet merciful heavens, the sounds they made were a concerto of sex. The wet slap of Riley’s pussy as Trevor slid in and out. The fleshy slap of his hips as Cade pumped into her ass. The way she whimpered and moaned and begged while the men growled and rumbled out praises to her littered with profanity.
“Oh fuck me, Little One,” Trevor groaned. “Fucking beautiful.”
The primal endearments reminded Shy of Faulkner when he got in the mood for the rougher, darker side of sex, and God how she loved it when that happened.
Cade grabbed a fistful of Riley’s dark locks and craned her head back. Cheyenne gasped as he laid his teeth into her shoulder and bit. Hard. Was it the barn-like setting that had Shy thinking of stallions and mares and their primal mating habits? His free hand squeezed on one perfect breast while Trevor widened her legs even further and let his hips fly.
They were going to come. They had to, Cheyenne thought. No one could withstand that level of passion for this long and not succumb.
As if summoned by her thoughts, that now familiar weight in her belly set off a warning bell in Cheyenne’s sex-drugged thoughts. She was getting close. Her hips flexed and she squeezed her thighs together to increase the friction of the butterfly on her clit. So close. Faster now, she flexed faster, and without knowing it, her hips mirrored the tempo of the scene in front of her.
Riley stiffened and arched. So did Shy.
“I’m coming!” Riley shouted it in panic. “Please. Please. May I come?”
Yes. Cheyenne thought. God yes, please let her come.
“Yes,” she heard one of them rumble. “Come, baby. Come for us.”
Riley let out a squeak and then her entire body locked and Cheyenne knew the crash was upon her. Her own breath caught, her pulsing movements froze, and that weight within her grew and bloomed and—
“Not you, Shy.” Faulkner slid one hand between her legs and one to the pebbled nipple of her left breast. “You don’t have permission to come yet.”
The sadist plucked at her breast even as he tapped on the vibrator covering her clit. Cheyenne’s vision went blurry. She arched and bit her lip in an effort to hold back. The men in front of her let loose with hoarse cries as they succumbed to their own climaxes and the sound, the sight, only served to drive her even higher.
Shy was pushing back against Dude now, her body pressing into his as she fought like hell to hold off. His hands weren’t making it an easy task however.
“Oh Christ,” she grit out between clenched teeth. “Please. I c-can’t! I can’t stop-stop it. I’m com—”
“No, baby.” His voice was dark and deep and so fucking sexy she could hardly stand it. “Wait.”
Then he slid his hand under her skirt and two thick fingers filled her aching, dripping sheath.
That was it. Nothing could have stopped the avalanche that was her orgasm at that point. With a scream that was unlike any sound she’d ever made before, Cheyenne’s entire body arched and shook as she erupted.
“Oh fuck yes!” Faulkner’s voice barely registered over the thunderous roaring in her ears. He banded his free arm around her and pulled her even closer. Then those magic fingers pumped faster in and out of her while he used his thumb to rub the butterfly hard against her throbbing clit. It was unlike anything she could ever remember feeling. Then another spellbinding, mind-blowing orgasm slammed into her before the first one even faded. She screamed. Faulkner growled something unintelligible and shifted them yet again.
Now he stood over her sprawled in the chair and his hand fucked her pussy relentlessly. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her eyes watered, and Cheyenne’s vision started to go cloudy as she felt yet another peak layer right on top of the others.
“I can’t stop!” she gasped, her whole body felt infused with drugging pleasure. “It won’t—stop— coming—”
Dude placed one hand on her throat. And squeezed. “Don’t stop, Shy. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” The fingers inside her flipped, then instead of in and out he was pumping up and down, massaging her G-spot with pinpoint accuracy while he started to restrict her airflow.
They’d never tried breath play before, but Shy was too far gone to be panicked. No, she was amazed. Everything built within her. The tension, the pleasure, everything was heightened by the new technique. Combined with what he was doing with his other hand and the look of complete and total absorption on his gorgeous face as he mastered her body, Cheyenne was lost.
On a final gasp and shout, Shy fell into a bottomless well of pleasure the likes of which she’d never known existed and came screaming, with a rush of fluid that splashed over Faulkner’s pumping hand like a geyser.
Subspace.
Faulkner had heard about it obviously, but to see it in reality on the love of his life was a joy so complete and eutrophic it was bordering on hallucinogenic. He was hyper-aware of her and their surroundings. The beat of Shy’s heart was the metronome that set the rhythm for his own.
She was breathtaking in her passion. Dark mussed hair framed her flushed face, making the porcelain beauty of her complexion all the more alluring. She was still fully clothed and though he would have loved to have her gorgeous body revealed to him, the sexy dress was an added tease. It was a dark thrill knowing the only thing under it was a vibrator and her naked flesh.
He used his hands now more to soothe than arouse, as he ran them over her still-trembling form.
Faulkner heard the soft tread of steps approaching from behind and had an insane urge to bare his teeth at whoever dared to interrupt him.
“For your sub.” Brice held out a bottle of water in one hand and a soft-looking towel in the other. “She’s bound to be dehydrated after that. Fucking beautiful scene, man.”
Brice had the same fire burning in his eyes that Faulkner felt burning inside himself. Turning his head slightly, he saw that Terryn was in pretty much the same shape as Cheyenne.
“Thanks,” he said, taking the items from him. “Your sub looks like she’s there too.”
“Yeah,” Brice replied a little boastfully. “She shot up there pretty quick once we had two scenes to watch.”
“Nice.” Dude felt not a small dose of pride in his Cheyenne. Her first time in a club and she’d opened herself so completely to him and the experience that she’d not only been able to come, but she’d had multiple climaxes followed by a G-spot orgasm and subspace.
It took an insane amount of trust to let go like that in any situation, but in a public setting, it was remarkable for a newbie to the lifestyle.
“I think I’m going to take my sub to explore the spanking bench before we head out.” At her hoarse gasp, Dude winked at Brice before forcing a stern expression on his face and turning to Shy. “You came before you had permission. And while you came beautifully and that pleased me very much, you will still face the consequences.” Then he kissed her on the nose.
Dude scooped his subbie up and carried her to the spanking bench they’d passed on their way in. Not that she couldn’t walk, but Shy was deep in subspace now and she was an irresistible armful of soft snuggling woman. He was not ready to let go.
The spanking bench was thickly padded in bold red leather. “Here you go, Shy. Careful, kneel on it here. That’s the way, now just fold forward. Further, a bit more. Can you grab the handles on the sides? You see ’em? There, yes. Perfect.” The positioning of the bench had her looking like a jockey stretched over a steed. Faulkner enjoyed the view from all angles, then squatted down until he could look Shy in the eye. “I need to hear your words, Shy. Time to check in.”
“M’kay,” she replied like a drunk at a frat party.
“Are you comfortable? Nothing pinching or poking?”
“I’m com’ferble.”
Dude smiled. “What about the scene? You ready for this?”
“Hmm-mmm.” Eyes that had the power to bring him to his knees were closed at the moment, so he tapped lightly on the tip of her nose.
“Words, baby. You know I need your words.”
“I’m ready,” she purred, then those eyes opened and what he saw in them reignited the raging desire that he had yet to quench. “Bring it.”
