C.H.A.S.E. 3: Welcome to the Fetish Club

by Shelby Morgen

  Ani closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath. She straightened, rolled her shoulders once, and managed to recapture most of her poise. “You’re right, as always, Mistress Crystal. I apologize.”

  Crystal nodded, then turned her attention back to Ricky. “Assume the position, slave.” For a moment she thought he’d refuse. Slowly, still glaring, he pulled up the gown’s skirt far enough to allow him to kneel. Even more slowly he folded his hands behind his back and lowered his forehead to the floor. “Good. Now make your vow.”

  One second. Two. “Thank you for accepting me as your slave, Mistress. I acknowledge that as long as I am in your service I have no rights other than those you choose to give me. I promise to obey you without question. My only purpose is to please you, Mistress.”

  Crystal smiled, her tension easing just a little. “Nicely said, slave. When you address me you will always refer to me as Mistress. You will treat me with respect at all times, and you will never again raise your voice to me. Do you understand my rules?”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “You may sit up.” She buckled her collar around his neck, carefully lifting the sweep of long, dark curls out of the way. Gorgeous hair. It wasn’t a wig, either. “This is my collar, not yours. It is a symbol of my ownership. You wear it with my permission, and you will wear it at all times, as long as you are in my service. This is my leash. I will give it to whomever I wish, whenever I wish, and you will obey whoever I give it to as if their orders were my orders.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “There are two kinds of pain. Erotic pain and punishment. You will do everything in your power to keep me from having to punish you. Punishment is not for your sexual enjoyment, and I assure you, you will not find my punishment enjoyable. Do you understand me?”

  He shivered slightly, though she suspected it was not from cold.

  “Pardon me? I don’t believe I heard you.”

  “Yes, Mistress. I apologize. You will not have to ask me to speak up again, Mistress.”

  “Good.” She handed Ricky’s leash to Ani. “Would you please help Ricky get her bags? I’ll call for my car and meet the two of you out front in three minutes.”

  Ricky looked alarmed -- and not about the hand holding his leash this time. “Mistress, I’ll need a few minutes to change back to my street clothes.”

  Crystal let her gaze come to rest on Ricky’s deep red-bronze lips. The most important part of being a Mistress was reading the sub, knowing what they wanted before they knew themselves. What would make a man like Richard Marten, a well-known contract attorney and head of a prestigious talent agency, put himself out on display as one of the “gurls” at a place like The Fetish Club? That was taking quite a risk…

  Risk. That was the key to unwrapping Ricky. “Did I ask you to change clothes?”

  “No, Mistress.”

  “Why would I want you to change? I just paid a good deal of money for you, slave, just as you are. I want exactly what I paid for. You look gorgeous. As a matter of fact, the three of us look far too good to go straight home. I think we deserve a night on the town. I’m thinking La Escuelita.”

  “La Escuelita? I’ve never been there.” Ricky looked both excited and terrified, but he didn’t say he didn’t want to go. “Thank you, Mistress,” he added as an afterthought. Good. He was learning.

  Ani just looked surprised. Which was fine. If they were going to enjoy this week together -- and Crystal certainly planned on enjoying herself -- she’d have to help Ani forget Richard-the-Asshole and focus on Ricky, the sub.

  What happened when the week was over and they went back to the real world was up to them, but this week was hers. Lots of hot, sweaty dancing, followed by lots of hot, equally sweaty sex -- one way or another she’d keep them both too exhausted to find time to fight.

  2:00 AM, Sunday, 11 February 2007

  Charter Limo

  Midtown Manhattan

  Ricky flopped onto the limo’s soft leather seat. Laughing, Crystal dropped next to him, spilling comfortably against his shoulder, while Ani started to slip into the seat on the far side. Instead Crystal pulled her down onto their laps, where Ani sprawled bonelessly.

  They were all more than a little tipsy. Ani turned her head enough to realize where she’d landed. Had he not been carefully tucked and taped, her mouth would have been very close to his cock. She giggled, but she didn’t reposition herself.

  Had anyone dared to ask Richard before today what color his secretary’s eyes were, he’d have been clueless. Now he knew they were a vivid, shimmering blue. And her hair was a bright strawberry blonde, all the way to the roots, a fiery contrast to Crystal’s golden brown. Both of them were incredibly hot -- and even hotter together. He hadn’t quite figured out the dynamics between the two, but he was sure of one thing. He’d never had a better time in his life. True, La Escuelita was a gay club, but it was also home to just about anything goes. Especially on Friday nights. He didn’t know if he’d have the nerve to go there alone, as Richard or as Ricky, but with Crystal and Ani… the night couldn’t have been more perfect.

  Except that now they were headed home. To Crystal’s home. And he had a contract to fulfill. He was still, as they said, fresh meat. He’d never done anything outside The Fetish Club, where everything was carefully scripted and the atmosphere was carefully controlled. Things were… different. Outside. He knew the contract he’d signed specified that the auction was for the purposes of Bondage and Discipline only, no sexual intent either suggested or implied, but as a lawyer he also knew the language had been carefully worded to avoid potential charges of soliciting. As far as he knew, no one on either side of the stage had any expectations of celibacy.

  The way Ani and Crystal had been touching each other -- and him -- while they danced certainly didn’t lead him to believe they expected their relationship to be celibate. Hell, he couldn’t ever remember being so incredibly aware of his body. He might be dressed like a woman -- and that itself was an incredible turn-on -- but beneath the shimmering red satin and the push-up cincher that netted him his B-cup tits beat the heart of a man who desperately wanted to have sex with these two beautiful women.

  “Just look where you landed,” Crystal teased Ani. “You expect me to believe that was an accident?”

  Ani turned her head again and nipped at Ricky’s crotch. “Wasn’t. But Ricky did too good a job. Can’t find anything to play with.”

  “You want to play, do you?”

  Ricky stifled a groan as Crystal bent down to kiss Ani’s scarlet lips. His cock, already more than a little aroused, struggled to break free from his careful taping job. He wanted desperately to touch, to join in the sensual play. Throwing caution to the wind, he slid his hand down Crystal’s arm, over her shoulder, and down to her lovely ass.

  Crystal sat up abruptly. “What do you think you’re doing, slave?”

  “I -- I -- nothing, Mistress. Forgive me.”

  “If you weren’t doing anything, what is there to forgive? I think we just added lying to your list of transgressions.”

  Oh, shit. “Forgive me, Mistress. I was -- I was…”

  “The term you’re looking for is copping a feel.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Did you ask my permission?”

  “No, Mistress.”

  Crystal looked at Ani. “I think the slave needs to be punished.”

  Ani smiled wickedly. “I agree, Mistress Crystal.”

  Before he could voice an objection -- or even decide if he wanted to -- Crystal’s hand was on his forgotten leash, yanking his head down to her lap. “On your knees, slave.”

  He was too off balance to even consider objecting, though slithering out from under Ani wasn’t exactly easy. Or graceful. What if someone saw him like this? The windows were heavily tinted, but still… Gathering the red silk up around his knees, he knelt on the floor of the limo, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed submissively, body trembling slightly, both from fear and de
sire.

  As if he’d been nothing more than in the way, Crystal went back to kissing Ani, one hand in her hair, the other pushing her sequined gown to expose a pair of gorgeous legs and thighs. Crystal’s hand blocked his view as her fingers slipped inside Ani’s tiny thong, setting his poor trapped cock on fire. “You’re wet,” Crystal teased. “I think your pussy needs attention.”

  “I think you’re right.” Ani scrunched the skirt up further and worked the thong down those beautifully curving legs. No wonder she’d hidden that body in a man-cut suit.

  “Umm. Gorgeous pussy, don’t you agree, Ricky?”

  He was allowed to look? Ricky swallowed hard as Ani spread her legs wide, revealing a nest of strawberry blond curls just slightly darker than the hair on her head. He swallowed again, trying to find his voice. “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Ani’s pussy needs to be serviced. If you do a very good job, I may forgive your transgression.”

  Serviced? There was no way he could un-tape his cock without getting undressed, first. Surely she knew -- ohhh. Understanding hit. His cock didn’t have any part in Crystal’s command. Now might not be the best time to admit he’d never preformed oral sex. Richard might have objected that such acts weren’t proper. Ricky didn’t give a damn. Couldn’t see beyond the red gold curls Ani spread open with delicate fingers to reveal the swollen lips of her sex. Ricky positioned himself between Ani’s knees, spreading his legs as wide as he dared, both for stability and to ease his aching cock.

  “Keep your hands behind your back.”

  Ricky shivered, wondering what would happen if he disobeyed that command. Carefully shaking his hair back over his shoulders, he leaned in, inhaling the fresh, salty sweet smell of Ani’s musk. What would a woman like? What would she want? Would her clit be as sensitive to his tongue as his cock was to a woman’s touch?

  Experimentally, he traced the opening to her slit, bottom to top, tasting the heady tang of her juices as he made his way to her clit. It was full and engorged, the little head jumping to meet his tongue. He circled it with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it into his mouth. It quivered and pulsed, dancing between his lips as he swirled his tongue around and around.

  “Sweet Jesus!” Ani exclaimed.

  Ricky wanted to laugh in pleasant surprise. Apparently he was doing this right! He’d always been careful during sex, afraid to lose control. What would it be like to make Ani lose control? He let go of her clit and licked her slit again, then the lips of her labia, nipping gently there where apparently she wasn’t quite so sensitive. She jumped, but didn’t pull away, only slid down in the seat a little more, spreading herself open even wider. He took that as an invitation, then thought better of it. “Mistress, please. May I fuck you with my tongue?”

  “Oh, God, yes!” Ani exclaimed, forgetting the proprieties of their relationship.

  Ricky put his hands on her knees, spreading them wider, and licked the length of her slit once more before slowly slipping his tongue into her hot, wet pussy.

  Before he could register a protest, Crystal was off her seat, her knee in the small of his back, forcing him hard against Ani’s pussy as she yanked his right arm back behind him the way he’d seen cops do in TV shows. He heard the sound of Velcro ripping apart. Ani pushed her cunt toward him, moaning in evident pleasure, as Crystal fastened a soft velvet cuff around his wrist. “What did I tell you about your hands, slave?”

  He tried to apologize, but it was difficult to speak with his tongue buried in a thrusting cunt. Crystal yanked his other wrist back to strap it to the first, pushing him even deeper into Ani’s pussy.

  Crystal’s hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. “Answer me.”

  His cock swelled impossibly harder. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  “What are you apologizing for?”

  “I apologize for disobeying you and moving my hands, Mistress.” Though if he’d known she had wrist cuffs about, he might have done it sooner. This was a lot more comfortable than trying to hold his hands behind his back. Now that she’d stopped torturing his shoulder, anyway.

  “I don’t think you’re sorry at all.”

  OK. He’d give her that one. “I like the cuffs, Mistress. But I didn’t mean to disobey you. I got caught up in the moment. For that I apologize.”

  With his head bent back, he could just see Ani, left to her own devices, rubbing her fingers over her clit. “Give him back,” she moaned.

  “Ask me nicely.”

  Ani’s fingers stilled and her gaze focused over his shoulder on Crystal. “I thought we were sharing him.”

  “We never got around to the specific terms of that agreement.”

  “What do you want?”

  He felt Crystal’s hand on his arm tighten slightly. “Everything.”

  Ani’s lips slowly spread into a smile. “I thought you’d never ask. Mistress.”

  Crystal let go of his hair and pushed him gently forward toward Ani’s waiting pussy. As he thrust his tongue deep into her he caught a glimpse of fingers descending to work her swollen clit. Ani’s fingers, Crystal’s fingers, he couldn’t be sure. Crystal’s body pressed against the back of his head as she leaned forward. It didn’t take much imagination to picture them kissing above him. Or perhaps their mouths aimed lower… and if those were Crystal’s fingers, where were Ani’s?

  Fighting for breath in the suddenly crowded space, tongue fucking Ani as hard and fast as he could, hearing the women’s moans above him, he wondered absently if it was possible for his cock to get any harder. One thing was certain. This was about as far from his orderly, perfectly boring life as he was ever going to get. Even if he never got to fuck either of them -- even if all they really wanted was to fuck one another -- he never wanted to go back. And he’d surely never look at his secretary in quite the same way.

  With a moan and a cry, Ani came, hot juices washing over his face. Ricky smiled. His perfect makeup was definitely a thing of the past, but perfect just didn’t seem all that important any more.

  Someone’s hand slipped down over his ass, stroking gently as he made a last few swipes over Ani’s pussy with his tongue. “My turn,” Crystal announced.

  Ricky wasn’t sure who was trading places with whom, but one thing he was sure of. His cock would never be the same again.

  2:30 AM, Sunday, 11 February 2007

  Charter Limo

  Midtown Manhattan

  Shifting his weight carefully, Ricky inched his way between Crystal’s knees. Ani now had Crystal’s gown shoved out of the way and the side opening zipper peeled down enough to give her access to Crystal’s breast. Moaning in pleasure, Crystal pushed her breast against Ani’s lips. At the same time she spread her lower lips open for Ricky’s tongue, fingering her clit with hard, rapid swipes.

  A small purple stud pierced the hood of her clit, bobbing in rapid time to the sweep of her fingers.

  Fuck.

  At this rate she was going to come without him. Ricky dove in hard, licking and sucking the lips of her cunt before he speared his tongue deep inside her. Once, twice, three times he licked the walls of her channel, but he wanted more. Bumping her fingers out of the way, he sucked her clit into his mouth, toying with the small metal barbell’s studded ends, flicking them back and forth with the tip of his tongue.

  Her hands fisted in his hair, pushing him against her wet pussy. He rubbed his chin against her slit, wishing he had his hands free to thrust his fingers deep inside her. Leaving her clit for a moment, he tongue-fucked her pussy long and deep again.

  Ani moved from Crystal’s side to slip to the floor next to him. He thought for a moment she was going to release his hands, but instead she straddled his legs to slide her arms around his shoulders. Her hands found his nipples where they strained against the fabric, kneading the already hard points through the thin satin.

  He cried out, his voice vibrating over Crystal’s hot, wet pussy, his tongue thrusting harder, faster, in time to Ani’s pumping fingers. His cock bou
nced and jerked against the confining, restraining tape, straining hard to free itself from its prison. He could feel his hips thrusting mindlessly in rhythm to his tongue, but it was no use. His cock was taped too securely to escape.

  Ani rose up on her knees, shifting so that her left hand crossed over his chest to his right nipple, both supporting him and holding him firmly in place as her right hand slid down his ass. He raised up as much as he could, praying she was reaching for his tortured cock. Instead she circled his virgin anus with the tip of one questing finger.

  Her hands withdrew, leaving him alone and off balance, falling face forward into Crystal’s waiting pussy. Then Ani was back, her arm around his chest again. Oh, God. Oh fuck. She pulled his skirt up and cold lube hit his asshole. “Let me in. Let me fuck you,” Ani whispered against his ear. “You know you want me.”

  No. He wanted his cock buried deep in her pussy. He wanted… it didn’t matter. He was bound and helpless and completely unable to stop her as her lubricated finger teased him with long, slow circles.

  Beneath his thrusting tongue Crystal raised her hips, thrusting back at him with growing momentum. Wanton cries ripped through the night. Despite the privacy screen, the limo driver had to hear them. He’d gotten a brief glimpse of the driver as he opened the car door for them. A huge Viking of a man, radiating raw power and strength. His predator roots were poorly disguised by the immaculate driver’s uniform. The thought of this stranger listening to them getting off made Ricky even harder.

  Ani’s finger pushed past his sphincter and into his channel in one slow thrust. He screamed, though the sound had nowhere to go, clenching tightly against the unwanted invasion. Never before had Richard made noise during sex. It simply wasn’t proper. Waves of fear mixed with desire washed over him. He squirmed, whether to get away or to urge her on, he wasn’t sure.