by Jenny Penn
“Please!” Kathy wailed, finally sucking enough air in to fuel her desperate cries for more. Not that they moved either of her men in the slightest. Collin sounded downright pompous as he sang his own praise.
“See? Didn’t I tell you? Once you get the sweet meat good and juicy, she doesn’t have the will to resist. Isn’t that right, sweetness?”
“Bite me.” Kathy knew she shouldn’t goad him like that, but couldn’t help hoping he obeyed that command.
She had reason to be so wishful. A callused fingertip slipped between the swollen lips of her pussy to brush her clit with something soft and rubbery. The ticklish sensation bolted straight from her bud up her spine to fill her mouth full of giggles. The joyous sounds popped into sharp, little mews as he settled the butterfly more firmly over her already-throbbing clit. Then the damn toy began to vibrate, and Kathy lost the ability to breathe, let alone laugh.
Rapture, so bright it seared through her, left Kathy parched and gasping for more. Her chest heaved, making the cool metal links brushing against her stomach shudder. The slight motion of the chain had all three clamps tugging on their precious points, setting off another wave of molten delight as Kathy’s breath broke even harder.
While she should have expected what came next, the sudden explosion of heat that consumed her cunt still caught Kathy off guard. Flames licked right down the swollen lips of her pussy as the whip’s tassels lapped over her clit, making Kathy seize as delight, pure and hot, streaked up her spine like white lightning. The thunder rolled out of her in great panting breaths that set the chain crisscrossing her body to jingling.
The metal links tensed as she bowed beneath the rapturous pleasure, causing the clamps to tug on their sensitive captives and making euphoric sparks flare so bright and bold that Kathy clenched on the painful edge of a release. For a second she could feel the world slipping away, but it solidified just as quickly. The moment passed and she collapsed back on the bed to drag in a steadying breath only to choke on it as another sharp snap of the whip’s tassels danced over her flushed flesh.
This one came from Collin, and this time her breasts felt the sting, but the impact was no less great. She arched under the pleasure, heaving a second time on the verge of an ecstasy so great Kathy strained to feel it. Her efforts were to no avail, and she caved once again onto the mattress, a sweaty, trembling heap. Just as before, she’d barely managed to get her bearings when her whole world flashed white-hot with another electrifying lick from the whip.
For nearly a half hour they toyed with her. With slow, methodical determination they wound the tension in her muscles tighter and tighter until Kathy couldn’t even form coherent words much less string them together in a sentence. It was all she could do to breathe through the anguish of being brought constantly to the edge of a climax only to be denied it over and over again until she would have done or said anything they wanted. They knew it, too.
“Look, we made the sweet meat all sweaty.” Collin sounded more than pleased with that observation. The same contented satisfaction echoed in Jack’s voice as he swirled his whip up and over her nipple.
“Hmm, but is it sweaty enough?” The teasing caress of his whip disappeared as Kathy felt Jack step back, away from the edge of the bed. “Is she tamed?”
“I don’t know. I guess we’ll have to ask her to do something lewd,” Collin suggested, making the fine hairs along Kathy’s arms start to bristle upward in an alarm.
“Really lewd and very, very dirty.” Jack’s agreement fueled Kathy’s unease. She could hear the rustle of some kind of bag and knew they were up to something, not that she couldn’t guess what, given Jack’s comments. “Something she’d never let us do.”
Kathy swallowed, nervous about where this conversation led. With her muscles still trembling under the strain of almost coming so many times, she didn’t think she had the strength to endure whatever they had planned next. It wasn’t her body, though, that they intended to push.
“We could take her to the club.” Just the way Collin drew out that last word had Kathy quivering with images of a dungeon-like S&M bar where everybody wore leather and studs. Jack didn’t improve on that image with his response.
“Ah, yeah. Amos told me about the club. I take it you’ve checked out the facilities.”
“Oh, yeah. The amenities are very nice.” Whatever that meant, it could not be good, not with as much anticipation as was soaked into Collin’s tone. “We could get the sweet meat all cleaned up and take her in for a little fun. It wouldn’t hurt for the other guys to see we keep our own happy. Maybe keep some of them away for a while.”
Kathy’s stomach felt like it had fallen through some space-time continuum and opened up a whole new bottomless galaxy in the very center of her. Clearly she’d been sucked through some kind of dimensional portal to land in some perverted alternate universe because this could not be reality. They could not honestly be suggesting taking this show into public.
“No.”
That rejection fell from her lips without thought. Prodded by the fantasies filling her head, Kathy didn’t know if she was denying them or the desire they fueled. It didn’t matter. She’d broken the cardinal rule. It dawned on her then that that had been the point.
“Something wrong, sweetness?” The deep, gravely baritone of Jack’s raspy whisper coursed through her with the heated smoothness of an extremely expensive bourbon. The menace buried in his tone filled her with such sensual warmth that Kathy’s cunt fluttered with the beginning tremors of anticipation.
The sound matched the threat in his fingers as they twined around the chain to give it a little tug, sending a riot of delightful spasms dancing out of all three of her oversensitized buds. Kathy’s breath caught, her world narrowing until only pleasure existed. No thoughts or worry marred the sweet perfection of the moment.
Left without the breath or the will to deny him, she could only twist within in his grasp as he pulled her, shaking, from the bed. Kathy choked on her own gasps as she fought to control the shudders spasming through her muscles and weakening her knees. They wobbled and knocked beneath her, keeping that damn chain bouncing, pulling on the clamps and causing her to twist and whine as the cycle repeated itself.
She would have ripped them off to buy one moment of peace, but Jack held her too firmly. Sliding an arm around her waist and beneath the chain, he pulled her back tight against his chest, ensuring that she didn’t collapse at his feet.
“That’s what I thought. You’ll be doing as you are told.” Jack rocked her in his arms, setting the chain to swaying and sending fresh tendrils of ecstasy racing through her. “Because you’re going to remember that we love and care about you, would never do anything to harm you or humiliate you. You trust that, don’t you?”
If he had wanted an honest answer, Jack would have stilled the subtle motions keeping Kathy stretched out on a rack of pleasure. The intense delight obliterated any hope of control. Kathy’s will had become slave to the need burning in her blood. She obeyed its command without hesitation and agreed with him.
“Yes, Master.” Kathy could give that much and risk nothing. If only Jack would have let it there.
“And if we decide to take you to the club, you won’t worry about what the others see or hear, because you know that to us you are beautiful and that’s all that counts. Isn’t it?”
“Yes, Master.” Kathy let that lie go with a sigh.
She would worry. And wonder. And desire, though she would never admit to that. Not that she had to. Jack appeared to read the subtle shift in her arousal.
“Besides, I’m thinking you kind of like the idea of all those men…watching…wanting…wishing they could fuck this pretty pussy.” Jack’s hand slid down her side, his fingers slipping over her hip to forge between the swollen folds of her pussy to match his words with actions.
“They’ll all be hard with imagining it’s their fingers stretching this creamy cunt wide. That it’ll be their cocks ramming it full.” Jac
k paused, letting that suggestion sink deep into Kathy, but she knew he’d never allow that. He was testing her and she knew just how to respond.
“Then let them dream. I already have mine.”
Chapter 33
Jack watched Kathy, amazed at how much she weakened him. He needed her. On her back, on her knees, to know that she was happy, healthy—Jack’s need knew no bounds. Above all else, though, he needed to know she was his.
While the sight of her bound and captive for his pleasure caused his cock to thicken to dangerous lengths, it was her confession of love that nearly had him coming in his jeans like some prepubescent horn-dog. Jack fought that battle anew as her words proved that more than loving him, Kathy trusted him. He wanted. Had to have her. Here. Now. There would be no more waiting.
Jack released her to stumble forward on unsteady legs while he started tearing his clothes from his body. Still blindfolded, she stumbled over the boxes littered around the room and crashed into Collin, who caught her in his arms.
“There, there, sweetness. I got ya.” He tucked her into his chest, cuddling her close as he soothed her. “You’ll have to forgive Jack. I think you might have just made his dream come true.”
Jack shot Collin a dirty look for that crack, but it was Kathy who actually responded. “Don’t you have a dream?”
Whispered on broken breath, Kathy’s words stroked over Jack’s cock like a sultry lick. His dick pulsed, stretching his jean’s zipper so far out that it made it very difficult to lower the tab. Jack did so gingerly, fighting the need to rush as Collin charmed Kathy into forgetting all about him.
“I’ve been living it for the past five weeks,” Collin murmured huskily into her hair. He ran a hand down Kathy’s back, his palm shaping the generous cheek of her ass as he cast Jack a knowing look. “Every single night.”
“But not tonight.” Jack answered that challenge. “Tonight that ass is mine, along with every other delight that luscious body has to offer.”
Kicking his boxers free, he stepped up. The swollen head of his cock bobbed as it led the way, drawing Collin’s glance before his brows lowered and his eyes narrowed. None of his annoyance sounded in his tone, though.
“Well now, it looks like Jack’s got a special treat for you, sweet meat.”
“More of one than you got,” Jack shot back, wrapping an arm around Kathy’s waist to begin trying to tug her free of Collin’s hold. Bastard didn’t let go, not that Jack let that stop him.
Walking backward until he bumped into the bed, he forced Kathy’s lower half to follow despite the fact that Collin didn’t release her upper half. She bent at the waist as she stretched out between them, giving Jack a delightful view when he settled down onto the mattress’s edge.
“That’s it,” Jack murmured his approval. “Show me that sweet meat.”
Guaranteeing he got the full show, Jack stretched a foot out and wedged it between hers. He forced her legs to part until the plump, glistening folds of her pussy winked at him from beneath the dark crease dividing her ass. Jack’s head filled with all sorts of dirty ideas as he savored the sight before him. He could spank her, lick her, fuck her, do any damn thing he wanted to her. He knew exactly what he wanted right then.
He wanted to hear her scream, hear her beg.
* * * *
Kathy’s heart stilled as Jack’s fingers slid through the sodden folds of her pussy. The callused tips didn’t linger, but gathered up the heated cream of her desire and traced a tantalizing path back to the tensed ring of muscles guarding the entrance of her ass. She barely had a chance to suck in a bracing breath before Jack fucked a squeal right back out of her.
His fingers thrust deep, forcing her muscles to stretch, and left Kathy panting over the sudden penetration. Searing bolts of rapture quaked out of her ass as he twirled his fingers, igniting a burn that had her high-pitched mews mellowing into sultry groans. She arched into his touch, savoring the intense pleasure as he prepared her ass for what Kathy knew came next.
Anticipation had her quivering, her muscles tensing, and her ass tightening around the fingers slipping free of her passage. Kathy whimpered, biting down on her lip to trap the “please” that would have urged Jack to hurry. It’d only cause him to slow down, and he was almost there.
Jack’s grip tightened on her hip as he began to guide her downward. Collin released her, fading into the silence of the night as Kathy’s breath caught. The hard, rounded head of Jack’s cock pressed a sticky kiss against her ass. He didn’t even hesitate for a second longer. Nor did he rush as he slowly lowered her down over his thick length.
The smooth flesh of his cock ground over her sensitive walls, but it was the harder roll of a series of hard balls following behind the flared ridge of his head that had her ass clenching with delight. They were piercings. That revelation hit and then washed away under the intense pressure blooming through her pelvis.
“Do you feel that?” Jack asked, as if there was any way she couldn’t. He snarled, pressing a hand hard against her mound as he ground those magical studs deeper into the tender walls of her ass.
Kathy gasped, having no breath to answer his question. Her whole body flushed with sugary bolts that raced right up her spine. The overly sweet sensation left her lightheaded while deep down her pelvis blossomed with a heat that had her muscles clenching around his harden shaft in a desperate need for more. More tension. More friction.
Definitely more motion. She’d even take more of those wicked growls rumbling out of his chest and tickling along her back. The deep, rough sound fueled an ache deep in her soul that had nothing to do with lust.
“Do you know how much it hurt to get those piercings?” Jack growled, not giving her a chance to respond before he ripped the heart right out of her with his own ragged answer. “It was nothing compared to the terror I felt when I realized you’d disappeared. Even now when I think about how you might have been hurt…killed…”
Jack’s words trailed off, his confession breaking under the strain she could hear so clearly in his tone. Anger. Lust. Possessiveness. It was all there telling her clearly how much he cared. As much as she’d longed to hear those words, they filled Kathy with an ache. She’d hurt him and that hurt her.
“Jack,” Kathy whispered, a plea echoing in her voice.
“This.” Jack cut her off, stealing her ability to speak as he ground the studs against her, ensuring she knew exactly what he referred to. “This is the pain that I’m willing to endure to prove my love to you. The next time I need you to prove your trust in me, something of yours gets pierced.”
That warning ricocheted through Kathy, leaving a molten trail of desire in its wake. The very idea of what Jack could do with a pierced clit obliterated the fear his threat should have inspired. Instead of revulsion, her cunt pulsed with a heated wave of need that had her ass tightening around the thick cock still buried deep inside her.
The small motion betrayed her desire, a fact that Jack didn’t miss. His arms tightened around her as he chuckled. The deep, husky sound cascaded over her shoulder in a gentle current that had her shivering with awareness.
“What? No objection?” The raw hunger roughening the edges of Jack’s words sent a wave of want through Kathy. The raw savagery in Collin’s tone warned her that if she didn’t object soon, she really would end up with something pierced.
“Oh, I like the sound of that.” Collin’s hard heat warmed the air around Kathy, assuring her he hadn’t gone far. “Maybe she could use more than one.”
“Maybe you should go get pierced,” Kathy shot back. Those breathless words might have had more impact if they hadn’t been laden with the husky sound of her desire.
Kathy couldn’t help that, though. Her ass was on fire. Her clit burned in the butterfly’s vibrating clasp, keeping the chain jingling and her tits throbbing in their clamps. It was a wonder the deep, heavy pleasure pulsing through her hadn’t reduced Kathy to a drooling idiot. Instead it had apparently twisted her into a babbli
ng one, because that had been the wrong thing to say.
“Yes,” Collin agreed before continuing on to prove that it wasn’t with her. “We could get these tits pierced and then the sweet meat wouldn’t have to wear these clamps.”
Kathy had a retort for that, but it was cut short when Collin reached out to snap one of the clamps free. The words forming on Kathy’s lips tumbled into a shout as blood rushed back into her nipple so fast that for a second she thought she might pass out. Instead she ended up gasping and reaching out to clutch blindly at Collin as a tidal wave of ecstasy pitched her forward.
Both Jack and Collin caught her before she could crash down onto the floor. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had. Not to Kathy. Sailing along the blissful currents of her climax, Kathy didn’t care about anything. She let the world spin away, safe in her men’s arms and feeling way too satisfied despite the cock still throbbing in her ass.
A smile pulled at her lips as she wiggled, enjoying the tension that simmered through her slowly ebbing release. Satisfaction combined with the tantalizing knowledge that they’d only just begun brought a smile to Kathy’s lips that fell open with a pant as Collin reached for her other nipple.
Knowing what came next didn’t help her prepare any better as Collin snapped the second clamp holding her other tit captive free, unleashing a second avalanche of rapture through her. This time, though, Kathy got smothered by the pleasure.
It was too much, too soon. As the blood flushed back into her breast, it burned away her breath with it, leaving her gasping out silent screams that scratched at her throat. The small pain was lost in the sea of ecstasy that had her whole body bucking and writhing under the violent lash of pleasure.
Jack held her secure against him, ensuring every squirm sent another bolt of delight racing up her spine as his studs dug into her sensitive tissues. Kathy groaned, trying to fight Collin off as his hands settled around her waist and began lifting her up. The slow grind of Jack’s heated cock over the delicate walls of her channel made Kathy’s toes curl.
