Between A Rock & A Porn Star

by Eileen Green

  One day, it would be Skye’s job to make sure her men were properly fed. For now, he would accept help from the girls who volunteered to serve the guests in any way.

  Brock brought a fork full of food up to Skye’s mouth and waited for her to open to him. She looked offended at first until realization set in that this wasn’t something to argue about. Opening her mouth, she accepted the bite of steak.

  Skye ate from his fork along with JC’s. As they fed her, Brock watched the activities heat up around the table. Several place settings down, two Doms had a serving girl on the table, and were playing with her cunt.

  On one of the other tables, a Domme had her boy face down on the table with his bare ass in the air, spanking it.

  Others had decided to forego the rest of dinner and moved to the play area. One woman was tied up between two of the columns and was being whipped by a single tail on her backside. Another was on one of the spanking benches, enduring a paddling that had her ass as red as a tomato.

  This is what he enjoyed about his job. Being able to eat and have a floorshow put on by his close friends and those he considered family, was a good way to spend a Sunday night.

  Tonight, he was happy to have these people around him to celebrate his engagement to the woman he loved. They would become Skye’s family as well since she didn’t have any and he knew they would embrace her as one of their own.

  ***

  The play area filled up as Brock and JC fed her from their plates. Those women who came dressed lost their clothing quickly, and so did the men who were in service to their Masters or Mistresses. There was more flesh on display than Skye had seen in the showers in gym class.

  The one thing she noticed was that these people had no qualms about showing off what they had even if it was marred or had extra flesh on it. They embraced their nakedness with abandon and that’s what Skye knew she had to do.

  Now, it wasn’t just about her anymore. It was about Brock and JC, and making them happy. Wanting to please them, she pushed the sheet wrapped around her body down, exposing her breasts to her men. She heard both take a sharp breath.

  Looking at them, she found approval and joy in their eyes, which caused her pussy to renew its state of need. It wept for joy as tears did from her eyes, but she didn’t care that she would make a mess on Brock’s leather pants. They could be cleaned.

  Brock’s lips curled into a wicked smile, which caused Skye to melt a little. She would normally be apprehensive, but by embracing her newfound confidence, she knew she was in for an enjoyable romp with her men.

  JC put his fork down with a loud clank and stood quickly, his chair creating a loud sound that caused others around them to take notice. This was the first time she realized he wore a black mask rimmed in silver thread from about halfway down his nose up to his forehead. He looked rather sexy wearing it but she wished he didn’t have to.

  Pulling her out of Brock’s arms, JC carried Skye over to a free spanking bench and set her down. As he helped her drape herself over the leather-clad bench, she noticed Brock had followed them over.

  Laying her head down on the cool leather, Skye watched people around her. Subs and slaves were naked all around the room in various arrays of bondage while their dominants worked them over with different types of implements. Small satisfied smiles were on each of their faces as they enjoyed what was being done to them.

  JC moved around Skye and cuffed her down to the leg and arm rests, save her casted arm. His hand skimmed down her back when he was finished as Brock knelt before her. When JC’s hand ran down the crack of her ass, she felt the tickle along with the arousal and she bucked her hips up in a wanton effort to get him to touch her dark star.

  “Are you ready for more play?” Brock asked as he caressed her cheek. The love in his eyes caused her to catch her breath. How was it she missed it before?

  Because you were too busy doubting what they were saying to you, you ninny!

  “Yes, sir. I am ready for whatever you have planned for me.” Skye leaned forward and pressed her lips to Brock’s. “I love you so much.”

  “I love you too, sweetheart.”

  Warm lips gave open-mouthed kisses to her shoulder before she felt warm breath against her ear. “I love you, baby girl. I’m so happy you said yes to us.”

  “I love you, JC,” she said as she twisted her head around to get a kiss from him.

  When they finished with their kiss and Skye turned her head back towards Brock, light reflected off something shiny and she saw that he held one of her collars. It was the choker with the real lock on it, which was currently unlocked.

  “This is the collar that you will wear at home and when we play at a club. The other collar is the one you will wear every day in public.” Brock spoke as he wrapped the thick choker around her neck and placed the lock into the two loops that would hold it together.

  JC came around and knelt next to Brock and the two men worked together to secure the lock in place. “We pledge our love to you, Skye. We will love and protect you to the best of our abilities,” JC vowed.

  Brock continued. “You are the center of us, and we will uphold the position you hold in our family. We promise to take care of you and our children. We will honor you as our wife and as our sub, and we will always test your boundaries as both. We love you so much, Skye,” he said, his voice breaking in a sob. “We hope you will honor us with your love for the rest of our lives, for I don’t know what would become of us if you should leave.”

  Tears blurred her vision again with their words. She would be lost without them and she had wasted so much time believing they would leave her that her heart had hurt every day since they had met.

  It was a mystery on how she fell so hard and so fast for them, but she wouldn’t change the last week and a half for a million dollars. They belonged to her, and she would do everything in her power to make them happy for the rest of her life.

  Swallowing the lump in her throat, she tried to hold back the tears as she spoke. “I love you two with all my heart, and will until the end of my days. I promise to honor you both as your wife and your submissive, and I promise to open my mind to the things you can teach me. I also promise to voice my fears to you when I have them, presenting them to you so you can help alleviate them. Thank you for coming into my life.”

  Brock leaned forward and captured her mouth with his. His tongue swept past her teeth when she opened to him, giving herself to him with the kiss. When he pulled back, JC took his place.

  Their passion spoke volumes in their kisses, but she also wanted their cocks. She needed them to cement the bond that would hold them together. “Please fuck me,” she begged without guilt.

  “Of course,” the men said in unison. “We aim to please.”

  JC moved behind her, but it wasn’t his cock that she felt on her ass. Cool tendrils danced on her flesh there and she knew she was going to get kissed by a flogger.

  The fronds disappeared briefly, before they were brought down in a striking motion across her ass. A groan escaped her as she felt the bite and she let her derriere wiggle a bit. JC chuckled behind her while his hand rubbed across the area that had been hit.

  Skye loved the heat as he rubbed it into her after a flogging. This was just the beginning, but her nerve endings were already lit.

  When his hand disappeared, she knew the flogging would continue. Brock skimmed her nipple with a knuckle as her breasts hung down on either side of the bench top. Soon he was pinching and pulling at the nipple as the flogger rained down on her butt.

  Heat moved from her backside to her pussy, and she found that if she rubbed her cunt on the end of the bench, she could pleasure her clit. She was able to get away with it for a bit before JC must have realized what she was doing.

  “Did we say you could do that, baby girl?” JC asked from behind her, his voice tense. The flogging had stopped and she ached for more.

  “No, sir. I’m sorry.” She could have made an excuse that she didn’t kno
w she shouldn’t be doing that, but she knew better of it. Embarrassing her men was out of the question, especially amongst their friends and family.

  “You know better than to try to get yourself off, sweetheart.” Brock kissed her between words. “Your pleasure is ours to dish out. All you have to do is ask. We may say yes, or we may say no. It’s all about what we think you need at the time.”

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  “Good girl.” Brock kissed her deep and hard as his fingers rolled her nipple between them.

  Wanting her ass to get some attention again, she wiggled it, but she was refused. JC’s hand came down on her right cheek hard and then rubbed in the heat. She savored the feeling, wishing there was more, but then she felt the head of JC’s cock rubbing through her crack from the top, all the way down to her pussy.

  “I love how wet you get, baby,” he said, his voice nearly a hiss. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

  Raising her ass up as far as she could, silently giving her answer. A swat on her flesh with his hand let her know that she needed to answer him. “Yes, sir. I’m ready to take your cock.”

  Skye yelped out as JC thrust himself balls deep into her pussy. He filled her with his large cock and she loved the feeling. He was long enough so that he pressed against her cervix, adding a bite of pain deep inside her.

  People gathered around them, watching and murmuring. Skye felt a bit conspicuous, but then she knew this was common for this type of gathering. It was something she had to get used to.

  Brock shifted so that he was closer to her breast that he played with. JC shuttled in and out of her, his balls slapping against her clit. She felt her tits hanging down on both sides of the wooden bench and they swung with each movement JC made.

  The flogger struck her shoulders, driving up her arousal. Heat worked through her body as her pussy heated and became wetter. Small ripples could be felt within her as her climax climbed.

  Her left nipple was drawn into Brock’s mouth and flattened against the roof of his mouth. Shots of painful pleasure ran along those invisible threads that ran between her nipples and her cunt. Her moans of pleasure escaped her as her two men worked on her.

  When another mouth closed over her right nipple, she realized someone else had joined them. Moving her head around, all she saw was a head of dark brown hair and a nice rounded ass pushed outward.

  Where Skye would normally panic, she felt at ease. She no longer feared what people thought of her. People loved her for who she was. All of her.

  Glancing around at the people who had gathered, one face beamed more than the others did. A face she knew all too well.

  At that moment, JC began to move in and out of her in earnest, his cock dragging along her G-spot each time. The tingling within her built as did the heat. Her body was soon coated in perspiration and she felt herself moving along the bench with each thrust.

  Two hot mouths suckled on her as if trying to pull her nipples right off her. The sensations from those two hot zones mixed with those in her pussy and soon she felt herself implode. She flew with her orgasm as her pussy contracted around JC’s dick. It wasn’t long before she heard him shout out his release.

  Her cheek sought out a cool spot on the leather as she floated down from the high of her climax. By the time she became coherent, JC knelt beside her where Brock had been. She knew the cock that filled her ass was Brock’s, for it was familiar.

  The mouth that had had her right nipple was gone, but before Skye knelt Bella. Yes, now she knew why the voice was familiar when she was tied up on the table and blindfolded. A sensuous smile was on the brunette’s face as she kissed Skye’s lips lightly.

  “You taste delicious, do you know that?” the woman asked Skye.

  “Thank you.” Skye didn’t know what else to say, but she would ask her guys if she could play with Bella in the future. She really liked her, and she liked what she did to her.

  Bella captured her mouth with hers and invaded with her tongue as Brock pounded into Skye’s ass. Nerve endings caught fire with each thrust and Skye could feel him moving across her sweet spot even though he fucked her ass.

  JC leaned forward, caught her left nipple with his teeth, and bit carefully into it, providing that bite that Skye was learning to love. Her pussy throbbed as her clit rubbed against the leather with each movement.

  Sparks shot through her cunt as Bella kissed her, ass fucked by Brock, and nipple tortured by JC. She had never felt like this before and she wanted to remember it for as long as possible.

  As her orgasm caught her, she rode the waves as she pulled from Bella’s mouth and screamed through it. The heat in her body and the way her climax shot through her, she knew how a volcano felt with the hot lava shooting to the top and then out into space.

  It wasn’t long before her body felt as if she were floating, as spasms shot through her. Euphoria took over as she felt hands working the buckles on the cuffs until she was free. Strong arms lifted her as she was carried, to where she didn’t know. All she knew was that it was quiet and dimly lit.

  She knew she was still in the room where the dinner was held because she could still smell the food and hear the screams and shouts of others as they received their pleasure. Not in a million years had she thought she would ever feel this sexually satisfied, and it wouldn’t have happened if her men hadn’t found her.

  She was never going back to the life she lived before. No way.

  Epilogue

  Standing at the door to her apartment in New York, Skye took one last look around at the empty place. It was the first place she had to herself and it was a legacy to how she had pulled herself up from nothing and made something of her life. Something her grandmother had told her would never happen.

  After the revelation of what had transpired in her childhood, she was able to come to terms with what had happened. The people that were supposed to love and protect her as a child had been selfish and harsh. She had been a pawn in a marriage that never should have taken place. A burden on an old woman who had resented her from the moment she walked into her home, for Skye was the everyday reminder that her son had been killed.

  Now, she knew she was loved, and by not just one man, but two. Brock and JC reminded her every day that she was loved and cherished. At first, she feared she wouldn’t be able to generate enough love for them because of her past, but once she was past that horrible hurdle, she knew she had more than enough.

  Her hand went to the bump in her belly. There was enough love for the little one that was going to join her new family in about four months. A smile crossed her lips at the memory of when she told her two men she was expecting. They had been ecstatic and couldn’t wait to tell all their friends and family.

  Movement behind her brought her thoughts back to the present. Brock slid his arm around her waist and then laid over her hand as he kissed the side of her head.

  “You okay?” he asked for the umpteenth time since they had arrived the night before to pack up her belongings.

  “Yes. I’m good. I can’t believe all the time I sat here alone night after night, too afraid to go out into the world. Thank you.” She tried to choke back the sob that emerged but couldn’t help it.

  Brock released her and then turned her around in his arms. “For what, sweetheart?”

  “For rescuing me from my dull life. For showing me a whole new world. For loving me.” She laid her head on his chest and listened to the song of his heart beating.

  “You’re the one who rescued us, Skye. It is us who should be thanking you.”

  A little giggle escaped. “Then, how about we agree to thank each other.”

  “Done. Now, do we have everything?” he asked as he released her.

  After having gone through the place twice and making sure the cleaning crew had made the place spotless, Skye knew this chapter of her life was over. Closing the door behind her, she looked up at her husband. “Yup. The moving company will be in LA in a week, so I am done her
e.”

  “Good. We have time to swing by and see Dwayne before going to JC’s concert.”

  Brock had been watching over her since JC went on tour with the band. It was a six-month tour of the U.S. with talks about a European one possibly a year down the road. For now, JC wanted to stay in the States so he had a better chance of Brock and Skye coming to see him every couple of weeks. He wasn’t sure about going outside the country, but that was to be discussed later.

  After a harrowing cab ride to the MVC offices, Skye and Brock made their way up to her boss’ office. The first few times after that fateful day at the dinner at the studio, Skye was embarrassed to be in Dwayne’s presence.

  When she had seen him amongst the guests as she lay on the spanking bench, things had begun to fall into place. Brock and JC knew where to find her the day after they met because Dwayne had given them her address. He had also been the one that tipped them off about Billy after he had been released. That was how they made it to her place so quickly after the news report.

  Apparently, Brock and Dwayne had run into each other quite a bit at BDSM clubs in New York and LA. He was the reason why MVC was the broadcaster to get the exclusive on JC’s return.

  She still remembered his words the day he told her she was going to do the interview on JC. “And once you’re done with this interview, you’ll understand yourself a lot more and understand why I am the man that I am.” His words rang true, not only for herself, but also for knowing him. He was right.

  Now, Skye didn’t have a problem with him, but that probably had to do with the fact that she wouldn’t have to see him every day at work. MVC had opened an office in LA instead of just having a couple of reporters working from home and their computers. Skye managed the office along with conducting some interviews.

  The receptionist called Dwayne as soon as Brock and Skye stepped off the elevator. She told them that he would retrieve them in a few minutes.