by Abby Blake
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“What’s your safe word, little sub?”
Holy cow, was she really going to go through with this? Submitting to a spanking had been a whole lot less complicated, even with the part where she’d had to hold her panties between her knees. It had taken three whole days for her to realize that having to concentrate on something so trivial had not only held the fear at bay but had also highlighted her state of undress in her mind. With her skirt down she would have been able to easily convince herself that she was still covered, but with her panties at her knees and easily seen below the hem of her skirt she hadn’t been able to pretend.
Somehow it had heightened her awareness of Alex.
But she had no idea what they had planned for her in this room, so the fear was already clawing its way up her spine.
“What’s your safe word, little sub,” Malcolm asked again as he stepped into the room behind her and Adrian. She smiled at him, relieved to remember that she had a way to stop this.
“Red, Sir,” she said quietly, embarrassment overriding her nerves when her ex-husband smiled at her that way. It was such a little word, truly just a sign of respect, but for all three of her men, it seemed so much more important than that.
Adrian placed her on her feet and started to undo the buttons on her blouse. She glanced around worriedly. The club was closed, but that didn’t mean the building was empty. The man who’d led her to Malcolm’s office while Adrian had dealt with something else was probably still here.
Alex must have seen what she was doing because he stepped further into the room and blocked her view of the door.
“On club night the window behind you can have twenty or thirty people all peering into this room. They’re not your concern. The only thing you need to concentrate on is what your Doms want. Is that understood, little sub?”
“But I—”
“Is that understood, little sub?” Alex asked in a deeper, more commanding voice. Clearly he only wanted one answer.
“Yes, Sir,” she offered as she tried to reconcile the idea of having dozens of strangers watch her have sex with three men. “S–Sir, can I use my safe word if I get scared?”
“Of course, little sub,” he said as Adrian pushed her shirt off her shoulders and undid her bra. “We will never ignore your safe word, but we also want you to trust us to know when you’re ready. Can you do that, little sub? Can you trust that we know what we’re doing?”
“I think so,” she said, trying to be honest. She’d always worked on the philosophy that if she wanted something done right, then she needed to do it herself, so giving over control to three bossy men really wasn’t that easy. Of course, considering the fact that all three men had never given her a reason to believe they’d let her down, she was more than willing to try.
“Thank you for being honest, little sub.” Alex glanced at Malcolm who nodded in agreement to some unspoken question. It was clear that they were very good friends and it somehow made it easier to relax. “We’re going to give you a second safe word as well. ‘Red’ will stop everything, but if you want to slow things down or ask a question, use the word ‘yellow.’”
She nodded, relief flowing through every cell in her body. Somehow, in her head, she’d equated the word “red” with failure. She didn’t want to fail—she’d always been an overachiever in that regard—so having a word that didn’t bring everything to a grinding halt suited her perfectly. Malcolm grinned as if he could see those exact thoughts turning over and over in her head.
“Good girl,” Adrian said with a wicked grin, “because the doctor is in.”
She nearly giggled when she saw Malcolm had pulled on a surgical gown, gloves, and a face mask.
“It’s time for your physical examination,” Adrian said as he undid her skirt and let the material fall to the floor. She wanted to cringe when she remembered she was wearing plain cotton panties but they followed her skirt so quickly that she didn’t get time to react.
The metal table was cold, but her first instinct to climb back off was thwarted by the man who put her there. Adrian merely grinned at her mild discomfort. She shivered more as he eased her backward, her ass at the edge of the table, the rest of her lying flat, and her legs awkwardly dangling off the end. Alex and Malcolm each grabbed one of her ankles and lifted her legs high as they secured them into a set of stirrups that supported her calf muscles completely. It was very similar to the way her doctor did a pelvic exam, but it seemed they weren’t quite finished.
Once they had her legs in place, they moved to her arms, securing them by her sides with Velcro straps, the position quite comfortable but their meaning very clear. She wasn’t going anywhere.
They then secured wide straps over her torso—one across her upper chest, holding her shoulders in place, a second across her pelvis, holding her hips down. Finally they wrapped Velcro straps around her thighs, attaching her to the supports that held up her lower legs, completely immobilizing her.
Again nervousness invaded her mind, her muscles vibrating slightly as she tried to squash the tiny bit of fear that she wouldn’t be able to breathe. She dragged in a deep breath, proving to herself that she had no reason to worry.
“Good girl,” Adrian said, perhaps understanding her need for a deep breath. He smiled as he caressed a warm hand over her breasts. The nipples were already rock hard, the tiny buds begging for attention as her awareness of her own arousal grew. Her pussy was already leaking juices down the crease of her ass, her legs held open so wide that it had no chance to cling to her thighs.
Unlike at the doctor’s surgery, there was no sheet over her legs to block her view. The table was tilted slightly so that she could very clearly see Malcolm as he rolled a stool into place and sat down between her thighs.
“You have a very pretty pussy, little sub,” he said, watching her reaction as he touched her gently with his gloved fingers. “I think it might look even prettier without the hair in the way.”
She felt her eyes widen at what he was suggesting, but her thoughts were quickly scattered when he started to caress the plump lips of her pussy. She felt her body pulse more juices as Malcolm explored every part of her labia very, very thoroughly. Her clit ached as he used her own juices to caress the tiny bud, his fingers caressing down each side of her vagina.
Sophie gasped, squirming against her bonds at the unexpectedly intense sensations.
“That’s right, little sub,” Malcolm said as he continued to rub over parts of her vagina she’d not realized were so sensitive. “Many women think of the clitoris as one little bud.” He trailed his gloved fingers over the bud he spoke of and then dragged his fingers down both sides of her pussy lips. He caressed almost all the way to her anus as she moaned uncontrollably. “It’s actually shaped like a wishbone, traveling down either side of the vaginal opening.” He pinched her labia, rubbing the swollen flesh between his finger and thumb as sensation expanded in her lower body. “Many women have no idea what they’re missing out on.”
“No shit?” she asked breathlessly as he continued to drive her arousal higher without even penetrating her.
Adrian laughed, leaning over to press a kiss to her lips before pinching her nipple quite hard and then wagging a finger at her in amused disapproval. “That would be ‘No, shit, Sir.’ Is that clear, little sub?”
She wasn’t certain that anything was clear at that moment. Everything she’d thought she’d known about her body was suddenly being rewritten. She nodded, willing to call them whatever they wanted as long as they didn’t stop.
A trickle of cool water over her mound took her by surprise, her natural instinct to flinch away easily thwarted by her bonds. What she assumed was shaving gel felt a little warmer as Malcolm caressed it over her outer pussy lips.
Adrian and Alex took turns distracting her, alternating between kissing her breathless and licking her nipples. By the time Malcolm had scraped the razor over every quivering inch of her pussy, she was damn near ready to come.
But he wasn’t finished. A quick adjustment of the table pulled her ass lower, her anus most likely exposed to his attentions. She could feel a blush steal over her entire body as he caressed shaving gel over and around her tiny bud. The gentle touch of the razor that close to so many nerve endings felt naughty and forbidden but somehow amazingly erotic at the same time.
“Well look at that,” Malcolm said to the other two men in the room as he rinsed cool water over her pussy and ass. “She also has a very pretty virgin asshole.”
Virgin asshole?
If she hadn’t been breathless with excitement she might have blurted the question, but her thoughts scattered once more as he rinsed her thoroughly, patted her skin dry, and then reached for something on the medical tray. The cold touch of gel made her wonder if he’d missed a few hairs, but when his finger pushed into her ass, his meaning finally dawned on her.
Her virgin asshole wasn’t likely to be virgin much longer.
Adrian and Alex continued to distract her, their hands, lips, and tongues touching every inch of her upper body as Malcolm slid his finger gently into and out of her ass. She nearly screamed when his warm tongue traveled over her newly denuded mound, licking and laving the incredibly sensitive skin.
She shook on the verge of orgasm, her body a riot of sensations she had no hope to control.
Adrian moved to lean over her, his face filling her field of vision as Malcolm shoved a second finger deep into her ass and sucked so hard on her clit her eyes couldn’t focus.
“Come for us, little sub,” Adrian ordered in a kind but bossy tone.
She could do nothing but comply, screaming as climax shook her immobilized body, the sensations somehow more intense when she realized she truly couldn’t move. All three men continued to torment her, their intimate touches prolonging the feeling, her climax going on and on and on.
Finally she closed her eyes, sagging against the table as if she’d run a marathon at top speed. It took a few moments of semiconsciousness to finally realize that Malcolm still had two fingers buried deep in her ass.
He started to move then, his fingers sliding into her ass over and over, the nerve endings flaring to life again and again until she thought she’d go insane. When he pushed in a third finger, she gasped from the heated sting, her anal muscles pulsing rhythmically as her breathing faltered.
“It’s okay, little sub,” Alex said as he brushed a loose curl out of her eyes. “It’s about to feel a whole lot better.”
She whimpered at the loss as Malcolm pulled his fingers from her back passage and then watched nervously as he removed the gloves, reached for a condom, and then sheathed his hard cock. Holy fuck, she’d been so involved in her own pleasure she hadn’t even noticed him take off the doctor’s face mask or drop his trousers.
He held her gaze as he squeezed lubrication from a tube and then thoroughly coated his condom-clad erection. She held her breath at the first slippery touch of his cock against her throbbing asshole, but another hard pinch on her nipple had her gasping for air.
“Relax,” Adrian ordered in a tone that was no longer indulgent. He was suddenly as dominating as Alex and Malcolm, his demeanor very serious as Malcolm slowly pushed the head of his cock into her anus. She gasped, trying to pull away from the horrible sting, her confinement a little bit frightening.
“It hurts,” she whispered, blinking rapidly as tears threatened to fill her eyes.
“Are you using your safe word, little sub?” Adrian asked, once again blocking her field of vision as he leaned over her.
She shook her head, the awful pain stealing her voice.
“Give us a color, little sub. Red or yellow?”
She was about to scream the word “red” when something changed, the heated sting in her ass morphing into something far more appealing. She hesitated, staring into Adrian’s eyes as pleasure began to take over. She moaned, wanting now to move closer, to demand Malcolm thrust deeper.
“Red or yellow, Sophie?” Adrian practically growled.
“Green?” she offered on yet another soft moan.
Adrian closed his eyes, his relief seeming to flow through her as well. “Does that mean you don’t want to stop, little brat?”
“Sorry,” she offered as Malcolm slid a little further into her ass. “I just…um…panicked for a moment.”
“No, little sub,” Adrian said with a slightly feral grin, “you forgot to trust your Doms. When Malcolm is finished fucking that beautiful ass, I’m going to smack it until it glows in the dark.”
Malcolm groaned as her ass squeezed around him, her reaction to the thought of another spanking not at all what she’d been expecting.
Adrian shook his head and whispered one word.
“Perfect.”
* * * *
Malcolm could barely believe he was buried balls deep in his ex-wife’s beautiful ass. He’d dreamed so many times of taking her like this, but once he’d started working at Viper’s Dungeon, he’d gotten more sexually adventurous and she’d gone the other way.
But right now, right at this moment none of that mattered. The only thing that mattered was that Sophie—his Sophie—was submitting to him and Adrian and Alex as naturally as if she’d been training for years.
Even when Adrian had promised to spank her, she’d reacted like a highly trained sub and not the frightened inexperienced woman she truly was.
He slid into and out of her ass slowly, enjoying the heat of her body, the caress of her muscles, the glide of her skin. Malcolm savored every moment, every sensation, every gentle caress as he thrust harder and harder into her welcoming ass. She took it beautifully, moaning with each deep thrust, her body opening to him, her emotions no longer hidden.
Malcolm wanted to tell her he loved her, that he’d always loved her, had never stopped, but the timing was wrong, her relationship with Adrian and Alex too new. He wouldn’t exclude them. He wouldn’t try to take her away from two men who truly adored her.
Without them he might never have gotten a second chance.
He moved faster, trying to set aside his tangled thoughts, his fingers moving instinctively to her clit, determined to push her into another orgasm, to feel her body squeeze his dick so damn tight. Between the three of them they tormented her mercilessly, the riotous sensations setting off a delicious pulsing in her ass, the muscles drawing him deeper as her orgasm neared.
Alex leaned over and kissed her, taking her mouth ferociously as his and Adrian’s need for their woman obviously grew beyond endurance. Adrian gripped her nipples squeezing tight as he demanded that she come.
She shook her head, overwhelmed, her body overruling her mind as she did exactly as her Dom demanded. Her ass gripped Malcolm’s cock so hard he saw stars, but then she moaned, her body relaxing slightly as release pulsed through her and her anal muscles caressed him lovingly.
He growled as his own orgasm began, his cock throbbing as he filled the condom with his seed. Reflexively his hands tightened on her ass as his knees shook in reaction.
Malcolm moved away carefully, unwilling to risk spilling the condom. Thankfully Alex and Adrian moved to undo her bonds, leveling the table up so that it no longer tilted toward him, and then massaging Sophie’s extremities to make sure the blood was still flowing properly.
Malcolm stepped into the small bathing area, disposed of the condom, quickly cleaned himself up, and then returned to Sophie’s side with a wet washcloth.
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Sophie was too exhausted to move. Her emotions bounced wildly. Everything from euphoria that she’d experienced such amazing orgasms to fear that she’d enjoyed it just a little too much to a desperate need to do it again all bounced through her muddled thoughts.
The cool washcloth between her ass cheeks was a bit of a shock, but Malcolm just caressed her inner thigh until she settled down and submitted to his wishes.
“Rest, little sub,” Adrian said in an indulgent tone as Malcolm lifted her into his arms and took a seat
on a large chair. He caressed her gently, his movements almost hypnotic as he urged her to relax against him. She could hear them moving around her, apparently cleaning the equipment they’d just used. Sophie briefly wondered if she should offer to help but being held like this felt too nice. It barely even registered that she was still naked as she fell into a deep sleep.
She had no idea how long she was unconscious, but when she woke, she was lying with her head on Adrian’s shoulder, one leg bent at the knee resting on his thigh, her hand over his heart. They were in a room she didn’t recognize. She was entirely too comfortable to want to move, but that didn’t stop the worries of real life invading her mind. She started to apologize for passing out, but Adrian’s stern, “Hush, little sub,” had her closing her mouth with a startled click of her teeth. “Sleep was obviously something you needed.”
Actually what she really needed was to get home and start on a week’s worth of housework. Working six very long days each week left little energy for housekeeping. If she didn’t do it on her day off, it upset her entire routine.
Adrian seemed to be sticking to a strict Dom-sub protocol so she tried her best to remember what Alex had taught her the other night. She truly didn’t want to leave Adrian’s arms, but she had no idea what time it was. This room didn’t seem to have any windows so she couldn’t even be certain what day it was.
“Sir,” she whispered, “how long was I asleep?”
She felt his approval at her use of the word “Sir.”
“Not long,” he said, his hand caressing down her spine, “but since we owe you another spanking, it seemed a good idea to let you rest first.”
“Oh,” she said as she remembered Adrian’s promise to smack her bottom until she glowed in the dark. “I’m sorry I didn’t trust you and Malcolm and Alex to take care of me.”
“I know,” Adrian said as his hand caressed over the fleshy part of her backside, “and submitting to another spanking will prove that.”
