The Mount Series Boxset

by K D Grace

  ‘Yes, Ms Beetle! I liked Miss Kandi’s pussy.’

  Another smack landed hard and crisp across his burning arse, and he understood completely why Elsa was angry with Pike. But before he could let his anger surge, Miss Kandi’s hot little tongue went back to work on his butt, this time snaking in to tease his arsehole while her free hand wriggled between his legs to cup his balls. For a second, he was certain he’d shoot his wad against the side of the desk, and as he shifted into shallow breathing mode, his out of focus gaze locked on Beetle’s face, the next blow came and then the next.

  ‘Stop,’ Beetle commanded. ‘I think you might be enjoying Mr Chase’s punishment just a little too much, Miss Kandi. Come here.’ The teacher obeyed.

  Beetle directed her to stand behind the desk where the chair would have been. Miss Kandi’s face was flushed and her breathing was at least as hard as Nick’s. ‘Oh dear,’ Beetle said, then she jerked open the front of the woman’s white shirt and gave her tits a kneading. ‘Your nipples are like bullet points, Miss Kandi. Are you having naughty thoughts about the spanking of Mr Chase’s bare bottom?’

  The teacher only responded with a whimper.

  ‘Mr Chase,’ Beetle addressed him. ‘Would you mind running a hand up under Miss Kandi’s skirt and telling me if her little pussy’s wet?’

  Nick’s brain struggled to register what was being asked of him until Beetle reached around and lifted the woman’s skirt so that he could just make out the strawberry blonde thatch against her mons. ‘Do it,’ Beetle commanded.

  With a hand that no longer seemed quite like his own, Nick manoeuvred his fingers over the teacher’s soft, tight curls and wriggled down to where her clit strained from under its hood. She moaned and bit her lip. A little more probing and he slid two fingers between her swollen folds into the hot, slippery flood of her juices.

  ‘Well?’ Beetle demanded. ‘Is she wet?’

  ‘Yes, Ms Beetle. Her pussy’s very wet.’ With Miss Kandi close enough that he could smell her arousal, Nick was once again breathing shallowly.

  ‘Let me see.’ Beetle slapped his hand away with a sharp whack of the pointer, then she shoved the tip of it in between the teacher’s pussy lips. The woman whimpered and shivered. Nick didn’t know how much more shallow breathing he could manage before the inevitable happened.

  ‘Get up!’ Beetle commanded, and Nick practically fell off the desk, cupping his cock protectively.

  With one raking of her fingers, Beetle pulled the comb from Miss Kandi’s hair, and it fell loose in a waterfall of rose gold, which Beetle curled around her hand. She half dragged, half shoved the woman to the end of the desk that Nick had occupied. ‘Face up,’ she ordered, when the teacher hoiked her skirt to assume the position. ‘I’ll be using your mouth.’

  Miss Kandi, now whimpering slightly, did as she was told. She planted the soft pillows of her arse on the desk, wriggling and shifting until her feet, still in their plain black pumps, sat flat on the desk top, her hips tilting to give Nick a magnificent view of her sopping slit.

  ‘Good,’ Beetle said. ‘Now, lie back and let Mr Chase use your wet cunny before his cock explodes.’

  It was insane. It was crazy, and Nick would have never believed it of himself, but he was buried to the hilt in tight, slick pussy before Miss Kandi could even lie back on the desk. His arse burnt like fire and he didn’t care; in fact, it was strange that it somehow added to the powerful need surging through him. If he hadn’t been right on the edge before, he certainly was when Beetle crawled onto the desk, hiked her skirt, and squatted onto Miss Kandi’s mouth. She mewled like a kitten, grabbed Beetle’s arse, and began to eat like a starving woman.

  ‘You see, Mr Chase,’ Beetle said, shoving the ruined front of Miss Kandi’s blouse aside and clawing at the bra until the woman’s tits burst over the top and into her hands. ‘Sometimes lessons can be painful to learn, but if you stick to it and take your punishment when you’ve earned it, you get your reward in the end.’

  It was hard to hear her over the whimpers and moans of Miss Kandi, whose grip was showing him no mercy. Beetle’s last words barely penetrated the testosterone haze in which he found himself, with his balls bouncing, his punished arse burning, and his cock thrusting deep into tight wet pussy. How long it lasted, he couldn’t have guessed, but he was way beyond going for endurance this time. He emptied his balls long and hard into Miss Kandi’s tight cunt just as she thrashed out her orgasm and Beetle came all over her face. Thus endeth the lesson.

  As the three collapsed onto the desk in gasps and groans, Elsa shut off the monitor on which she’d been observing the act and stared into space. She was still breathing hard herself. Her pussy was still trembling with aftershocks, and her head was still buzzing with endorphins from another Nick Chase-induced orgasm. Christ, the man had skills! It wasn’t just that he knew what to do with his cock, that was a given. But when he entered a fantasy, even one staged for training purposes, he did so as though it were real, and because of that there was serious chemistry. The man was a natural. She hadn’t expected Beetle to jump right in at the deep end, especially when they all knew how nervous Nick was about spanking, but he had acquitted himself very well. Again. She wished like hell she could be in on the aftercare so she could tend his wounded bottom, comfort him, tell him how well he was doing.

  God, she must be getting soft. Beetle was exactly right: being able to get it up and hold a wad was only the very basics of what happened at Mount Vegas, and if Nick Chase couldn’t endure a little pain, then he really didn’t belong here. OK, so sometimes they went weeks without a fantasy that involved pain, but sometimes every single fantasy involved spanking or nipple clamps or bondage or some form of BDSM that would make a novice like Nick run for cover. But he hadn’t. He hadn’t run for cover. And she knew Kandi well enough to know she could seriously wield a belt or a cane or anything else that needed wielding.

  Elsa had had multiples watching the schoolroom scene. It had been a real voyeuristic experience for her. She’d imagined herself right there in Kandi’s place, spanking and teasing and kissing that lovely arse of Nick’s until he could barely hold his load. Then she imagined spreading her legs and letting him fuck her. Jesus, she’d wanted to be in Kandi’s shoes! But Elsa knew that Kandi, even with her strong arm, was much more gentle than she herself would ever be. And now she could see Nick’s potential, now it was clear he could be a real asset to Mount Vegas, she didn’t want to push too far too fast. And yet, at the same time, she couldn’t keep from wondering just how far she could push him. And if he were ever truly pushed to the limits … Well, her fantasies in that direction would just have to remain fantasies, wouldn’t they? Still, in spite of what she knew, in spite of the reasons why it was bad idea, God, she wanted to spend some rough time with Nick Chase. The little quiver behind her breastbone told her that he might, just might be up for it, and that frightened her even as it intrigued her.

  Once Miss Kandi had gently massaged his stinging arse with lotion, and Beetle had offered him a cold bottle of water to drink, the two women had taken him through an array of sex toys that were displayed on work benches lining the wall in the classroom – from nipple clamps to anal beads and everything in between. Some of these toys they demonstrated on each other, others they just explained. After his rough initiation into the classroom, they were fairly gentle on him. Kandi, he learned, had just got back from a two-week vacation in France, which lessened the blow of Tanya’s loss.

  ‘Pike’ll probably give you the tour of the dungeon tomorrow,’ Beetle said, hefting a dildo that reminded him irresistibly of Horse. ‘You’ve had enough for one day.’ She gave him a teasing quirk of a smile. ‘Don’t look so frightened. You won’t be asked to sub for Pike. But if you’re going to replace Tanya then you need to be familiar with what goes on in his domain. We’re not all good at every aspect of what Mount Vegas does, but we need to know what everyone else is up to because we all participate in putting together the fantasies and making
them go well for the clients.’

  She looked down at her watch. ‘Pagan’s manning the control room this evening. You’ll be sitting in with him to see how we operate the voyeurs’ side of things. Kandi and I are both performing, so let’s grab a quick bite before it all happens. I’m starving. You up for Mexican, Nick?’

  Chapter Eleven

  Two nights, several more intensive sessions in the schoolroom, and an expensive haircut later, and Nick was back in wardrobe. Elsa stood next to him, dressed in the black trousers, white shirt, and tie of a dealer, and even in that she looked sexy enough to make his mouth water. Kandi wore the micro-mini flip skirt and bustier of a cocktail waitress and, dressed smart casual, he would play a middle-class businessman relaxing in the casino after a busy day. The play at the blackjack table was to end in a bet that would involve Kandi and Nick having sex in the suite of their client while he watched and orchestrated events.

  ‘Alex Fenton will be slumming, of course,’ Elsa said to Nick as Minnie put the final touches on her hair, which she wore pinned up with a tortoiseshell comb. ‘He finds the rich and famous boring, finds it more interesting to see how the other half lives. He pays a great deal more for his fantasy because he wants to be in the room with the actors. He’s one of only three people who get that privilege. Of course, there’s a look-but-don’t-touch policy, but that suits him just fine.’ She turned to straighten Nick’s collar. ‘He won’t ask you to do anything too off the wall: nothing more than a little light bondage – maybe tying Kandi to the bed, that sort of thing. Mostly he gets off on watching and calling the shots. I know you’re up for it, Nick, or I wouldn’t have put you in the role. But if you have problems, Kandi’ll help you through.’

  ‘I wish it were you,’ he said. ‘I’d feel a lot more comfortable with you.’

  ‘Well it’s not, and anyway, Fenton and I, we … don’t get along very well.’

  ‘Should I be jealous?’

  ‘Stupid question. You work for Mount Vegas. You should never be jealous.’

  Strangely, he wasn’t nervous about the act. He’d do what he always did. He’d do it for Elsa. And him fucking Kandi, that was fine. He could do it. He’d done it before. That was Mr Fenton’s fantasy. But once it was over, once he’d done his best to get Elsa all wet and squirming, vicariously, he had every intention of making sure he got way more from her than a winning hand at blackjack.

  Most of what he knew about blackjack came from playing 21 with his aunt when he was a kid. She had been a dealer for a while. But he listened quietly while Elsa reminded him of the rules, telling him just to stand next to Fenton and act natural while the man called the shots. Elsa assured him that even at the blackjack table, Fenton would manipulate until he was in total control, manipulate for his maximum viewing pleasure. That was a part of the game he loved to play.

  Elsa and Kandi left for the casino ahead of Nick. He knew by the time he arrived, Fenton would already be playing.

  Elsa had barely got her table set up and finished last-minute mic and camera checks when Fenton sauntered in like he owned the place, and he very well could have, she thought.

  ‘So lovely to see you again, Elsa.’ Though he never touched her, there was always something that felt physical in the way he observed people. ‘You get more beautiful, more intriguing every time I see you.’

  Her smile was nothing more than a spastic jerk of muscles at the corners of her mouth. She’d learned not to trust the man too far.

  ‘Oh darling, surely you’re not still mad at me for last time, are you?’ He bought $100 worth of chips, and she could feel him looking her up and down and she sorted them out.

  ‘I’m always mad at you, Fenton. That’s why I’m dealing tonight, and I wouldn’t even be doing that if my team wasn’t all busy.’

  His eyes sparkled. ‘And if I hadn’t insisted that you play with me.’

  She ignored his remark and dealt his hand.

  When he received an ace and a jack right out of the shoot, he laughed out loud. ‘My, my, my, looks like it’s going to be a lucky night. I’m so looking forward to it, Elsa.’

  Just then Nick walked in. Elsa felt the little catch of her breath at the sight of him, at the realisation that she could have picked him out in a crowd anywhere. He came to the table, offered a smile and bought $100 worth of chips.

  As he gave their voyeur a surreptitious once-over, Elsa did the same to him. Damn, the man looked good! Fenton wasn’t a bad looking man – in fact, he was quite attractive, but in spite of his wealthy patina that, even at its most subtle, screamed to be noticed, it was Nick Chase she couldn’t keep her eyes off. And that wasn’t supposed to happen. He worked for her; he was temporary help, nothing more. She was about to deal the first hand when Kandi sidled up to the table with an empty drink tray.

  ‘What can I get you two?’

  Fenton didn’t wait for Nick’s response. ‘Here’s what I want you to do, gorgeous.’ He laid a crisp $100 bill on her tray. ‘I want you to bring me and my friend here –’ he nodded to Nick ‘– lots of nice, wet drinks and some good luck. You keep the drinks and the luck coming and I’ll make sure there are plenty more of these for your efforts.’ He nodded to the money.

  ‘Of course, Mr …’

  ‘Just call me Fenton. I’ll have a Heineken and my friend here … what’s your name?’

  ‘Nick. Gin and tonic for me, please.’

  ‘You heard Nick,’ Fenton said with a flirty smile that Kandi returned in kind.

  ‘Don’t you worry, Fenton, I’ll take real good care of you both.’ As she walked away, Fenton rubbed his hands together and gave Elsa the onceover like she was way more than just the dealer. Of course, he loved nothing as much as wrong-footing her. He’d been doing it for a while now. She just smiled, but Nick gave him a look that could have scorched nails. Jesus, just what she needed: the unpredictable Fenton and a jealous Nick.

  ‘All right, Fenton said, ‘shall we see if we can win some money from this lovely lady?’

  When Kandi returned with their drinks, Nick had just won on double-down with a bust for both Fenton and Elsa. ‘You’re just in time to help Nick celebrate, sweetheart,’ Fenton told her, as Kandi leant over to set Nick’s drink down. ‘That’s his third winning hand since you’ve been gone, and I think that deserves a congratulatory kiss, don’t you?’

  She blushed slightly and gave Nick a peck on the cheek.

  ‘Oh, come on now, sweetheart. That’s the kind of kiss you might give Nick’s grandmother. You can do better than that.’ He slipped another $100 bill onto her tray and winked at Nick.

  ‘Well, if he really wants me to …’ she said. Her cheeks were flushed and Elsa could see her pulse hammering just below her ear as she held Nick’s gaze for confirmation.

  ‘Of course he wants you to. Unless he’s gay. You’re not gay, are you, Nick?’

  ‘Nope. Not gay.’

  ‘There, you see.’ Fenton nodded to Nick, who offered his best embarrassed chuckle, which Elsa figured wasn’t too hard for him to manage under the circumstances. When Kandi sat her tray down and leant in for a kiss, Nick pulled her close and dipped her low, resulting in a little squeal that was quickly subsumed in a low purr as Nick gave her a good, tonsil-deep tongue ravishing, and the people at the next table cheered and clapped. When he released her she came up with a hand on her chest and a breathless laugh. ‘Wow! Nick, I think I should give you the tip.’

  Show-off, Elsa thought, but she liked it and she could tell Fenton did too.

  ‘You may get to before the night’s over, dear,’ Fenton said. ‘Because I don’t intend to let him keep winning, so he may need to rely on that magical tongue of his.’ As Elsa dealt the cards, he addressed her. ‘Technically, that should have been you kissing Nick, honey. After all you lost the most, didn’t you?’

  Elsa offered a tight-lipped smile and dealt. The devious fucker was already manipulating to get what he wanted, and that always made her nervous. The next few hands were pretty much a d
raw between Fenton, Nick, and the dealer. Elsa kept dealing and smiling, ignoring the way both men looked at her like she was lunch and they were starving. She’d just won a hand when Kandi came back to check on them.

  Fenton ordered another beer and nodded to Elsa. ‘Dealer just won, sweetheart, and what a dealer she is. I think you should give her a kiss.’ And she did! She walked right up to Elsa and laid one on her. Elsa had to at least pretend to be a professional, so she didn’t give Kandi the Nick Chase treatment, but there was enough tongue and enough groping to make sure Nick’s cock paid attention – poor behaviour on her part, Elsa was sure, but she just couldn’t help herself.

  And, of course, Fenton didn’t miss it. ‘Nice one, darlin’, nice one. Now I need you to do me another favour, sweet cheeks,’ he said, winking at Kandi.

  ‘Anything,’ she replied with a bright smile.

  ‘You see, hon, I think our friend Nick here enjoyed that kiss you just gave our lovely dealer maybe even more than you two did.’ He gave a glance under the edge of the table. ‘Can you check it out for me?’

  When Kandi blushed hard and looked around the casino, Fenton said, ‘Don’t worry, darlin’, I won’t tell anyone, and –’ he peeled off another $100 and waved it at her ‘– I’ll make it worth your while.’

  She moved to stand next to Nick and cautiously ran her hand down beneath the table. ‘Oh, don’t be so nervous, hon. He won’t bite, will you, Nick?’

  ‘Not unless she wants me to.’ Nick caught his breath and sucked his teeth as Kandi’s hand came to rest against the bulge at his fly.

  ‘Well?’

  She giggled. ‘I think you’re right, Fenton. I think he did enjoy it.’ She gave him a stroke, and he gave a little grunt. And Fenton laughed.

  ‘She’s a feisty one, isn’t she, Nick?’

  ‘Can’t say I don’t like it though.’ Nick stood still as she gave him a good groping through his chinos.