by Tina Donahue
Mitch shuddered. He nipped her clit with his teeth.
On her startled gasp, his shaft slid out of Nikki’s mouth. Perspiration ran down her neck, the collar dug into her skin, the strain of holding up her head was nearly unbearable, but she refused to give up and took him back inside.
They worked each other in an unspoken competition to see who’d triumph. Those surrounding them grew very quiet, no more throat clearing or hushed comments. Connor forgot to direct Alex as he had earlier, no longer telling him to get a shot from the left side, the right, straight ahead.
At the thought of Connor watching this and wanting the same, Nikki broke, unable to hold off her climax, her wrenching cry subdued by Mitch’s cock. He grunted and gasped, his ejaculate spurting into her mouth. Thick, creamy, hot.
She drank willingly, proving her desire and love for everything about him.
One of the extras whistled long and low. Mitch shuddered, then slumped to the side, resting his forehead against her leg.
Giving his rod one last suckle, Nikki allowed it to slip from her mouth and sagged back. Still panting, she turned to Connor, her thoughts begging him to forgive and forget, to give her another chance.
His breaths were as ragged as those coming from Mitch, his eyes glazed with desire.
“Do we cut here?” Alex asked.
Nikki frowned, not wanting him to ruin the moment.
Too late. Connor regarded the full scene, not just her. “Yeah,” he said, “Cut.”
Mitch grunted like a guy on empty, moved off her with little finesse and sprawled on his back, chest pumping, his cock no longer erect but still long enough to make Nikki’s soul sing.
“Whew,” Paul said, releasing her wrists.
It took James and George a few seconds before they stopped holding her ankles. Torn between rolling toward Mitch, who was already conked out, or Connor, who was too alert, Nikki stayed where she was, legs spread, pussy exposed, breasts wiggling with each pant.
Her unashamed pose had many of the guys staring, including Connor. Nikki focused on him.
“Felipe,” he said.
Who?
A guy with a shaved head and a spiderweb tattoo on his neck came from the back of the room, his rubber soles squeaking on the polished stone floor. Unlike everyone else in here, he didn’t give Nikki a glance. Could be he’d already seen his fill.
“The punishment scene is next,” Connor said to the young man. “Get the stairway and room ready.” He spoke to the others. “Everyone else is through for the day. Relax and have some fun. I only need Nikki and Mitch for this.”
“What about me?” Alex asked.
“Stay down here with the others. I’ll handle the filming.”
He spoke casually, but Nikki heard the tension beneath his words, the lust. She watched him and Felipe move to the room’s doorway, discussing what props and lighting were necessary for the scene.
One of punishment, complete male domination.
Nikki’s skin tingled. She wondered what might happen during it as he, she and Mitch were finally, blessedly, alone.
Chapter Eight
“What you want is going to take some time,” Felipe said. “Maybe an hour for me and my crew to set up.”
Connor regarded Mitch. His arm shielded his eyes, his mouth sagged open in sleep from what—his fourth, fifth, sixth orgasm today? How many times had he and Nikki gone at it in the dressing room before Alex had located them? Connor didn’t want to guess. “Not a problem. I don’t think my brother is going to be available for quite a while.”
Felipe sighed. “Mitch is so beautiful. If only he was gay or at least bisexual.”
Yeah, if only. They wouldn’t be here lusting after a woman they were undoubtedly nuts to want.
Nikki was on all fours, watching him and Felipe, seemingly unaware of the picture she created. She looked like a female in heat, her hair in disarray, strands of it stuck to her cheek and throat, the collar a barbaric reminder of what just occurred and would happen next in the punishment room.
Warmth flooded Connor’s body, centering in his rigid cock. He couldn’t recall the last time he’d been so damn hard for so fucking long with it getting worse by the second. Nikki’s position allowed her breasts to hang free. They swayed gently as she adjusted her weight from one knee to the other. The chain sparkled in the candlelight, inviting a man to use it, bringing her closer, claiming her for whatever he wanted.
Felipe had said it’d be an hour before anything could move forward. Connor debated whether to hide out in one of the mansion’s many rooms and masturbate himself into unconsciousness or stay here and suffer.
“Hey, Connor,” George called out. He and the other extras approached. “Me and the guys were wondering if we could ask some of the local girls over tonight since we’re not going to be doing anything for the film. That is what you said, right?”
A drop of perspiration ran down Nikki’s breast to her nipple, clinging to the long tip. Connor imagined what its flavor and heat might be like. “That’s right.” Only he, Nikki and Mitch would be upstairs. This time there would be no prying eyes.
“Paul can start calling the girls now,” George said, then added, “They’re all over twenty-one, by the way. Some of them have even been extras here before. They know not to touch anything.”
“Or steal it,” James cut in. “We’ll behave. Promise.”
For the first time in a long time, Connor didn’t give a fuck if they did as long as they didn’t bother him, Nikki and Mitch. “Everyone stays down here,” he ordered. “Guest rooms are in the east wing on the ground floor. The ladies have to clear out before sunrise.”
“No problemo,” James said, backing away. “We’ll set things up now.”
“Wait.” Connor caught his arm. “Grab some food and drinks from the kitchen and bring them in here for my stars.”
“Sure.” Regarding Nikki, James smiled. “What do you think she likes to eat?”
Connor wasn’t about to say. “Bring a little bit of everything, especially cheese and chocolate.” What every woman liked.
“Be right back.”
The others had already cleared out, making plans for the rest of the day, leaving Connor alone with his brother and Nikki. He went to the table and pulled out a chair, its sturdy weight causing the legs to squeal briefly on the floor. Seated, Connor stretched his legs out, crossing them at the ankles, and folded his hands on his belly. Nikki made no move to hide her perusal of his fly. Denying that he had a monster erection would have been foolish for them both. “I asked James to bring some food in here for you and Mitch.”
His brother continued to snore softly.
Nikki got comfortable, sitting cross-legged as she faced Connor. He now had an excellent view of her rosy cunt and vaginal lips glistening with the arousal Mitch had generated in her. It would’ve been an easy matter for Connor to lean up and touch her pussy as he had when they’d kissed. Nikki wouldn’t have fought him. She wanted it.
His shoulders hurt from pushing them into the chair, keeping his distance for now. Upstairs was another matter entirely.
She glanced at Mitch’s legs jerking briefly in sleep. Settled down, he continued to slumber. “Thanks,” she said.
“For what?” Connor asked, speaking as quietly as she had.
She studied him before answering, her shoulders sagging a bit as she did, betraying her indecision as to what she should say. “The food James is bringing. I’m sure Mitch is starving.”
“He looks all right to me. How hungry are you, Nikki?”
The collar’s chain slipped from her fingers, its links tapping the table. “More than I’ve been in a long time.”
He didn’t comment.
The sides of her mouth turned down in what appeared to be disappointment that he hadn’t said something else provocative or made a move as he had before. Her lips were red from his and Mitch’s randy kisses. Silver glitter sparkled on the bridge of her nose, hiding her freckles. The feathers flutter
ed each time she blinked.
In the candlelight, her eyes were an amazing blue-gray, a perfect complement to her hair, the color of autumn leaves. He liked that she’d kept it long all these years. It gave a man something to hold onto, keeping her face lifted to his, making it impossible for her to turn away.
“How about you?” Nikki murmured.
She wasn’t asking about his hunger in the nutritional sense any more than he’d been with her. So how was he supposed to answer? With the truth—that the oppressive tension in his chest and his shaky legs were the only things keeping him from leaving the chair and grabbing her? That and the pain of what she’d done. Sure, they’d been kids, as Mitch had said, all of them scared, but the reality didn’t make Connor hurt any less. Each time she’d laughed at him, joining in and agreeing with the others, it tore away another part of his soul. His confidence had been less than shit after she got through with him, while his desire for her, the way she’d been during the summer, remained intact.
Nikki had ruined him for other women. During college there’d been a few who seemed to genuinely love him for the fucked-up, unpopular kid he’d always been. Connor had allowed himself to indulge in their affection. It hadn’t been enough. He never laughed with them as he once had with her. The other girls’ motherly concern and fawning appreciation of all that he was did nothing to feed his starving soul. He’d needed Nikki’s friendship and approval.
With her elbows on her thighs, she leaned closer to him, awaiting his response.
Mitch choked on a snore, shook himself awake and stared at them both. “What happened? What did I miss?”
“Nothing,” Nikki sighed, rubbing his shin.
Mitch frowned at Connor. He ignored it.
“Here we go,” Paul said. He placed a tray on the table, the silver plate heaped with deli cheeses and meats, chocolate-covered strawberries, grapes, wedges of pineapple and pears, sugar-crusted melon balls, bite-sized pieces of Dove candy.
“We’re having lunch?” Mitch asked, taking a bottle of Coors from Nikki.
“Connor suggested it.” She opened her beer and chugged a fourth of it, then scrunched her nose as she belched. “’Scuse me. I thanked him and said you were probably hungry. He asked me how hungry I was. I said more than I’d been in years. Then I asked if he was hungry. He hasn’t told me as yet.” She turned to him. “So are you hungry too, Connor?”
Mitch lowered his bottle, his mouth curling up in a smile.
Rather than answer her, Connor reached for the grapes.
“I’ll get them for you,” Nikki said. She eased his hand away and scooted closer. Mitch pushed to a sitting position.
In the other room, the guys conversed, their party plans interrupted by frequent whoops and laughter.
“Here,” Nikki murmured, bringing one of the grapes to Connor’s mouth. A peace offering wrapped in a whole lot of complication he didn’t need.
He wanted to yell at her, admitting he was still in pain. He wanted to pull her across his lap, spanking her good and hard, then mount her for the rest of the afternoon, telling her without words how much he would always want her. After that, he had no plans.
“Want me to taste it first to see if it’s sweet?” she asked.
Connor wrapped his hand around her wrist to keep her from withdrawing. He took the grape, chewing it slowly, his thumb running over the back of her hand.
A pretty pink flush spread across her forehead and cheeks. “Good?” she asked.
Better than the wet dreams he’d had as a teen. “More,” he said.
“Of course.” She smiled happily, as though his approval mattered to her.
Connor wondered why it should. She already had Mitch on her side.
With the self-assurance of a man who knows he’s loved, Mitch fed himself, popping several grapes into his mouth, not at all concerned that Nikki’s attention was on his brother.
Connor accepted a pineapple wedge from her and then a melon ball, licking stray sugar from her fingers. Nikki lowered her face. In the candlelight, her lashes cast shadows on her cheeks. At this moment, she was Eve…servile, prepared to please.
As far as Connor was concerned, she’d certainly get her chance.
“What’s next?” Mitch asked, speaking around the prosciutto in his mouth.
“The punishment scene,” Nikki answered before Connor could.
Mitch finished his chew and swallowed. He regarded the collar around Nikki’s throat. “In here?”
“Upstairs,” Connor said. “The room at the top of the third-floor stairway that we’ve been using for storage.”
“That crappy space?”
“It won’t be once Felipe gets done with it.” The snug room would be a Dom’s playground where a maiden learned humility and obedience to her masters.
Just past an arched doorway was the staircase leading to the Punishment Room. A single ceiling fixture lit the long and curving flight of steps, its electric candles not coming close to brightening the ominous gloom.
Mitch stood to the side with Nikki as Connor filmed the ascending stairs. Something in his brother had changed since the scene in the dining room. While Mitch ate, Connor stared openly at Nikki, no longer trying to hide his desire. She’d responded with frank interest, brushing bits of sugar from his lips, handing him a beer, trying to engage him in conversation.
For the most part, he kept the dialogue neutral even as the heat between them grew. So, what did he have in mind once they were at the top of those stairs? What would Nikki agree to?
Mitch knew what she wanted…Connor’s forgiveness. His brother wasn’t quite there yet.
He walked backward up the steps, speaking to Mitch. “You’ll carry Nikki over your shoulder, your arm around her thighs, holding her steady, exposing her ass, the focus of her coming punishment.”
A noisy sigh escaped her. Mitch didn’t ask if Nikki still wanted to do this. She practically glowed with excitement.
“Walk slowly,” Connor said. “Take your time. Make her and the audience anticipate what’s going to come next.”
His cock was already rock hard from the thought of it.
“Let’s make a film,” Nikki breathed.
Mitch’s thoughts exactly. He slung her over his shoulder, her ass facing the camera.
“That’s it,” Connor said. He propped his shoulder against the stairwell’s beige wall and brought the camera to his eye. “Good.”
It was way better than that. Nikki’s hands were on the crease between Mitch’s buttocks, her fingers traveling down it, sending a rush of feeling to his scalp. His step faltered. He toddled to the right.
“No,” Connor complained, “I need you to be steady.”
Nikki chuckled.
Bad, bad girl. Time for some discipline. Mitch pinched her thigh. Nikki jerked, then continued fondling his ass, as nervy as she’d been when they were teens and he’d had to tickle her into submission. Unable to do that now, he pinched her leg twice more before she gave up, her arms dangling free.
Up the stairs he went, following Connor, who offered a mixture of directives and encouragement.
“Nice,” he said. “You look really grim.”
Nikki giggled.
Mitch wanted to smile but couldn’t quite manage it. Nikki wasn’t heavy by any means, but her weight coupled with the climb and all his orgasms made him feel a million years old. Never had he been happier to reach a landing.
“Follow me,” Connor ordered, still filming as he backed into the room.
Whoa. Mitch stopped in the center of it, hanging onto Nikki as he turned a slow circle. The walls were black with the surface having a slight shine. Although they hadn’t been painted today, the pungent odor lingered. On one end of the room was an antique cheval mirror, the glass scratched in the corners. It faced an old-fashioned table.
The wood was dented, its varnish having seen better days. On top were two eyebolts with manacles attached to them for someone’s wrists. Beyond that, on a pedestal, was what lo
oked to be a phallus covered in black leather. A variety of nasty-looking whips, riding crops and straps hung from hooks on the wall. The candles in here were placed strategically so the bobbing flames created long, menacing shadows.
“Put Nikki down,” Connor said.
She stared as Mitch had, focusing on something he’d just noticed…a wide blackboard near the slanted ceiling. Written in white on it was the word Transgressions. Beneath that were vertical marks, the same as in Connor’s book, recording moments when Eve had disobeyed. In the story, twenty marks earned her a whipping.
Mitch counted twenty-five.
Connor put his camera on a stool and spoke to Nikki. “Bend over the table.”
She regarded it, her lips parting, her shoulders rising with each unsteady breath.
Another man might have figured Nikki was ready to bolt. Mitch knew she was not. Even in the dim light, he saw her deepening color, the sparkle in her eyes.
She padded past Connor, coming so close the side of her breast brushed his arm. He stared at it, then her. Taking her place at the table, Nikki faced the phallus and mirror, her hands near the shackles, her attention on all those instruments of punishment.
“No, not there,” Connor said, a little too forcefully, revealing his arousal. “On the other side, where you can reach my brother.”
Mitch frowned. “I’m not following.”
“She’s going to take your cock, not the leather-covered phallus, in her mouth.”
“No shit? Excellent.”
Nikki grinned.
“Now,” Connor said.
She gave him a yearning look, then murmured, “As you wish. Come here, baby.” With her forefinger, she directed Mitch closer.
He wasn’t about to make her wait. His feet slapped the wooden floor, recording his quick advance. With her torso bent over the table and her ass held as high as possible, Nikki cupped his balls in her palm and slid the head of his cock into her mouth.
Mother fuck. He gripped the edge of the furniture for support, needing it. This was far better than the positions they’d taken on the downstairs table. Here, Nikki had more control and she sure as hell used it.
