by Eileen Green
JC’s hands massaged her shoulder and her upper arm, divesting her of the kinks that had developed there. She reveled in the attention they were applying to her, but they weren’t paying attention to the place she needed it the most.
As her left arm came down and given the same treatment as her right, Skye became aware of Brock’s voice. “…so good, little one. You did good. Hopefully this doesn’t become a habit because it breaks my heart to see you disciplined.”
He rested his forehead against hers as she leaned fully on the cross, letting it support her body. She didn’t want to beg for release, but she didn’t know what to do.
“Did you like that?” JC asked as he pressed his body against her backside.
She knew she needed to be honest with them, so she shook her head. Words! You must verbalize!
“No, sir. I didn’t like that,” she said sadly. “It stung.”
Brock released a deep breath in front of her. “It was supposed to, little one. It was discipline. Hopefully this will remind you to believe us in the future.”
JC’s breath at her ear reminded her of her unfulfilled erotic state. “Will you stand here and let me try a different flogger on you for a moment? I think you’ll like it better than the one I just used.”
Letting the thoughts run through her head as she mulled it over, Brock’s face became clear, as her tears had finally run dry. He didn’t look like he had enjoyed watching her take her lickings, as his cobalt blue eyes looked sad.
“Let him do it, sweetheart while I relieve that itch you have inside you.” His voice was a whisper, but Skye had to wonder how he knew what she was feeling. When she cocked an eyebrow, he smiled. He answered her unasked question. “I can smell your arousal, Skye. Your mind might try to fool us, but your body doesn’t. It’s a Dom’s job to read their sub’s body language.”
Oh, my!
“Okay,” she whispered back, not sure what she was getting herself into.
“Good girl,” JC said as he kissed the spot between her shoulder blades. “Do you want me to put you back in the restraints?”
Shaking her head, she quickly responded. “No. I’ll be good like this, sir.”
Skye wrapped her left arm around the apex of the cross where all the wooden arms met in the middle. Brock knelt before her and before she knew it, his tongue was licking its way through her slit.
She tried to avoid moving, as she wanted to feel all that Brock was going to do to her. She was also anticipating what JC was getting ready to do.
A few swooshes sounded behind her, but they were different from the ones that came with her discipline. She had to wonder what implement he was going to use on her.
Brock’s mouth covered her clit and he began to suck on it. A loud thud sounded as heavy cold fingers of leather struck her upper back and shoulders. A moan escaped her as her mind analyzed the sensation.
It wasn’t a sting like before. The best way she could describe it was almost a massagey feel. It was pleasant and still provided that heat that the discipline implement did. With this one, it added to the delightful zings that were shooting out from her pussy from Brock’s manipulations.
JC’s body pressed against her back again. “This is a flogger, darlin’. It’s thicker than the one I used before. Did you like that, baby girl?” he asked with that drawl he was known for.
Now she knew what it meant that JC could make a woman cream her panties, for she felt liquid ooze from her pussy. It must have been good for Brock moaned around her clit, which heightened her desire.
“Yes, I did,” she moaned. “May I have more?”
Skye hated to admit that she enjoyed that. How could she enjoy something that was associated with pain?
Because with this, it’s for your pleasure. They are associating it with sex, to heighten the experience.
This was something she had read up on after they entered her life. She knew whole communities existed out there that lived a lifestyle that enhanced sex and provided kinks to people who needed something more out of their lives.
Growing up she knew people were in relationships that were abusive. Not just physically, but mentally, verbally, and sexually. Some kids she knew at church had been the confused result of their parents having abusive relationships.
This lifestyle was based on communication and consentuality. Each person in a relationship had to understand what the other wanted, whether it was to be a submissive or a dominant. The dominant had to be in tuned to the sub’s desires and needs, respecting their limits. The submissive needed to voice what she didn’t like and what she did.
JC let her see the device he was using and she was surprised at what she saw. His hand held a leather-bound handle and from the end of it sprouted multiple wide leather strands. He surprised her when he ran it along her upper left arm, letting her feel it in its non-wielded state. It caressed her skin with a heaviness that she discovered she enjoyed.
The aroma of leather tickled her nose but she found she liked it. She would never be able to smell a leather purse or coat again without thinking of JC and Brock. Perhaps in her lonely days after they left her, she’d buy a flogger just so she could smell it and remember these moments.
Teeth scraping on her clit had her crying out, the pain exquisite, but a surprise.
Pay attention to the here and now! Stop thinking about what will happen in the future!
“Do you want more?” JC asked.
“Yes, please.” She heard the sultriness in her voice and was surprised.
JC kissed her again between her shoulder blades and then his body heat was gone. She missed him as soon as he was gone, but then the leather straps fell across her back. The caress was exquisite and she let herself relax.
Brock’s mouth worked wonders on her clit but then he upped the ante. Two fingers slid into her pussy and stroked in and out of her.
The rain of falls on her back became more intense, driving heat and need down to her cunt. Brock’s mouth sucked harder on her clit as his fingers pistoned in and out of her, striking her sweet spot. The butt plug made her pussy even tighter, and as Brock passed it with her fingers, new zings added to the ones already there.
A bubble within her, grew larger and larger, its skin becoming taut with each action applied to her. Her moans echoed in the room, as she held on tight to the cross.
The flogger was applied in an x-pattern on her upper back and she felt herself drift, at least until the bubble burst. Her climax imploded within her as fire shot out from her cunt to every nerve ending in her body. A scream emanated from her as she rode the climax over every crest it sought until she sagged on the cross and her body felt as if every drop of blood had been drained from her body.
As she became aware of her surroundings, she found herself being held in JC’s lap. He rocked back and forth as he sat on the floor, one hand rubbing her up and down her back.
She didn’t know how long she had been out, but Brock walked back into the room from the bathroom. He knelt before her and gently spread her legs before cleaning her pussy with a warm wet washcloth.
“Did you enjoy yourself, little one?” he asked, a smile on his lips.
“Yes,” she answered in a whisper. “That was something else.”
JC kissed the side of her head near her ear. “That’s what you can look forward to when you’re good, darlin’. We will always reward you when you’re good, but just remember what happens when you’re bad.”
Skye felt herself blush at his words. She would remember the discipline, but then again, that was a distant memory as the last flogging felt so much better, and it had gained her an orgasm.
“We’ll sit here a little longer, and then we’ll go up to the roof and enjoy the rest of our day.” Brock still smiled which made him look younger, and so sexy. Skye could eat him up right now.
She nodded and then laid her head against JC’s chest. His heart beat strong under her ear and he smelled like himself. A light spray of chocolate and pepper mingled with his b
lue t-shirt, as did the unique aroma of leather. She had seen a can of Axe body spray in the bathroom earlier that day and she had to wonder if that’s what he wore.
Brock disappeared into the walk-in closet and was gone for a few minutes. When he reappeared, he donned a pair of swim trucks and a wife beater t-shirt. The bandage on his arm stood out stark against the tan on his arm and she felt a twinge of guilt rush through her. When his sizzling blue gaze met hers, she knew she needed to change her thought pattern.
“Since you don’t have a swimsuit to change into, you can wear a pair of my boxers and one of your tank tops upstairs. We’ll wrap your arm in plastic and duct tape to keep your arm from getting wet.” Brock spoke as he laid a pair of black boxers on the bed before coming over and helping her up from JC’s lap. “Are you, all right?”
Nodding, she couldn’t keep her eyes off the muscles that abounded on Brock’s body. Biceps bulged and his t-shirt contoured to his pecs as the piece of cloth was tight on his body. She could see why he was in the business he was in for he was a walking piece of eye candy that would have any woman ripping their clothes off for him.
They both had fantastic bodies. Muscles everywhere and covered with tanned skin. How did they get so tanned? Tanning beds? The sun? Neither one of them had tan lines so she had to assume they wore nothing when they got their tans. Would she be so brave? Probably not.
After she and JC dressed appropriately, they made their way up to the roof through a staircase that sat next to the elevator. Brock had informed her that all they would need up top was already there. Sunscreen, drinks, and even snacks were kept in the open-air kitchen. Board games, cards, and other entertainment were also kept up there, even a TV, DVD player, and a stereo. He held get-togethers on his roof oasis and made sure it was fully stocked at all times.
Stepping out of the staircase after Brock and JC, Skye took in what she was looking at. Trees, plants, and even some grass created a tropical oasis around a raised deck with a pergola where white and purple wisteria hung.
In the middle of the deck was a large rectangle pool with a large hot tub at one end. At the closer end of the pool was a sunken kitchen, a counter separating the two entities. Skye had to wonder why.
Walking over to it, she could see that the kitchen contained a large gas grill, a pizza oven, a full-sized fridge, a restaurant sized range and plenty of counter space and cabinets. It appeared to be a hundred times better than her kitchen at home. She found herself envious of the setup for some odd reason. Perhaps it was because this wasn’t going to be hers in the future.
It was a pipedream to hope that she would be a permanent fixture in either one of the men’s lives. However, as she had vowed to herself before, she was going to relish the time she was able to spend with them.
A glance at Brock and JC told her they knew what she was thinking. A strike of fear flickered within her for she didn’t want to be punished again.
Plastering a smile on her already surprised face, she had to act as if she wasn’t thinking badly of herself. “This is magnificent, Brock. I’m amazed that this could exist up here.”
Brock took her left hand in his and led her up the deck to the pool. Once there, she noticed where the pool met the kitchen, barstools were set up along the countertop so people could just swim up there, sit, and enjoy a beverage or some food.
The pool itself wasn’t that deep, probably about three and half to four feet deep. It was enough to enjoy swimming laps, playing games, or relaxing on floats.
Skye could picture in her mind’s eye the debauchery that went on here at one of Brock’s parties. Naked bodies twisting around in sexual pleasure both in and out of the pool. She had to wonder if she would ever be able to watch one of his parties take place.
“I like where your mind is going there,” Brock said with a sardonic smile. “This is for my pleasure along with my friends. I don’t hold orgies up here, though I have been tempted.”
A giggle escaped her at his words. “So, there haven’t been any wild parties up here?”
Raising his free hand to her cheek, he caressed her there. “No, there haven’t. And, no matter what you are thinking, I haven’t brought other women up here either. All this was built two years ago, as was my apartment. The floor stood empty, so I thought why not utilize it. It’s been mine and mine alone until you.”
Guilt coursed through her body like a wildfire licking at dry grass at her horrible thoughts. God, he’s good!
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I don’t know why my thoughts went in that direction. I don’t know if I’m jealous, or…”
“You’re jealous and still unsure of this relationship. I don’t blame you,” he said as he leaned his forehead against hers. “All this is new to both of us also, but JC and I both know what we want.”
JC’s body pressed up against Skye’s back, his arms circling her waist. “We both want you. Only you. The quicker you get that through your head, darlin’, the happier you will be.”
Doubts still ran rampant through Skye’s mind while desire invaded her girly parts. Oh, she wanted them. She really wanted to believe their words of forever. However, she knew what she looked like. She knew men that looked like them, didn’t want women such as her. She was going to have to be ready for when they both came to their senses.
Playing along with them for now, she nodded.
“Now, let’s enjoy some sunshine and the hot tub. Would you like a drink?” asked Brock as he released her cheek and hand.
He went over to the fridge and grabbed three cans of soda as JC led her over to a grouping of patio furniture. He helped her sit on a chaise lounge and then sat in the one to her right. He grabbed a bottle of sunscreen from the wicker chest that sat between the two seats and slathered it on her legs.
Once every inch of skin was supplied with sunscreen and a drink was in her good hand, she looked out over the rooftop oasis and gazed at downtown LA in the near distance. This was a great setup and a great view.
Of course, the view of her two men wasn’t bad either.
Chapter Twenty
Brock closed the door quietly behind him as JC sat on the small couch in Brock’s home office. They had waited until Skye was asleep before they could convene in private.
Anticipation had been running through JC since Brock had come back at noon with a sly smile. The day before while they were sitting out on the rooftop terrace and Skye dozed, Brock had told him that Mitch was going to think of something to get her to believe in herself. They had to get her to believe in herself before she could believe in them.
“We’re going to have a Sunday dinner, complete with entertainment,” Brock explained as he moved around his desk and sat in the chair. “Mitch has already sent out the invitations and the plans are in motion.”
“Am I to worry about exposure there?” JC asked as he crossed his right leg over his left knee and then leaned back into the comfortable cushions.
“No. There will be no celebrities invited. Only those that are involved with Eccentric proper will attend and most of them know you and won’t do anything to jeopardize chances of being invited back here. You will need to wear your mask though. I want to film it so Skye can watch it later. We both know that observations are a little off while in a scene. There might be something that will be a bit clearer after the dinner.” Brock seemed confident that this was going to work.
Brock’s cellphone rang and JC listened as he answered it. Brock was quiet on this end so the caller must have had a mouthful. A smile formed on his friend’s face so the news must have been good.
Once the call was complete, Brock set his phone down on the desk. “Good news. The police found Billy.”
“Great. Is he in custody?”
“Nope. Dead.”
JC moved his arms down from the back of the sofa and leaned forward over his leg. “What?” he asked in surprise.
“Apparently, he was found in Battery Park with a needle in his arm last night. I’m glad we’ve been ke
eping Skye away from the news.” Brock bounced a pen off the surface of his desk. “Dwayne said that Skye is still off work until her arm heals, so we can still have her here with us.”
“Glad to hear that. Sorry to hear that Billy did something so stupid. I would have liked to see him go back to jail.”
“At least with his death, Skye won’t have to go through another court battle. I understand the first one was bad enough. Now, as for Sunday.” Brock relaxed back into his chair. “The guests are going to be allowed to touch, fondle, and even get her off, but there is to be no penetration. I know that the guests will compliment her on her beauty which is what I want. This can go either one of two ways.”
JC nodded. “Yes, it could. I hope it goes the right way for I don’t want to lose her.”
Brock held his hands up as if giving up. “I know. I have faith in her that she will believe what she hears and will make a complete turnaround.”
“I can’t wait to see how this all works out. Now, we’ll need to work on getting her down there,” JC said as he leaned back into the couch. “At least we have a few days to work on her.”
“Yes. She will fight us on it, but I’m sure we won’t have any problems come Sunday…well, I hope we don’t.”
“Why don’t we take her on a tour of the studio in the next couple of days? Let her observe a performance so she’ll have a better sense of what one entails.” JC smiled before adding, “Let’s see what kind of a voyeur our little woman is.”
“I know that since yesterday she has gotten better about getting out of her head. She has too much time to think. Perhaps that’s why she drowns herself in her work.”
“No. She uses her work to avoid social situations. It’s something from her past and she has become an expert at it. That’s why I’m hoping what happens to her on Sunday will help her see that she is a beautiful desirable woman like we keep telling her.”
Brock had always had an insight to people. JC had seen it since their early days together as friends. His insight into Skye’s psyche was brilliant, and a bit scary. He was probably freaking out Skye.
