Laila's Lies

by Jennifer Kacey

  Cyn, Skye and Haleigh each hugged her and Jenna hooked Laila’s cuffs together in the front.

  “This is where we leave you,” Cyn announced. She palmed her cheek when Laila made what must have been a scared rabbit kind of look. “Jenna’s going to take you down and you’re going to do great.”

  “Better than great. Phenomenal, even.”

  Laila smiled at Haleigh’s enthusiasm and took a deep breath as Jenna tugged her out of the room. “Thank you,” Laila called over her shoulder right before the door closed to the prep room.

  They walked to the elevator and were on the way down when a full case of the Oh Fucks hit Laila square in the chest.

  Jenna held her hand as they walked down the hall and Laila squeezed it as they entered the main bar. All eyes focused on her and she shrank under the watchful gazes of strangers.

  The familiar insecurities reared their ugly heads.

  Do they think I’m too old?

  Do I look ridiculous and I just didn’t see it?

  What was I thinking?

  She curved her shoulders inward, trying to make herself look smaller.

  Jenna squeezed her hand hard and whispered, “Shoulders back, don’t hide, don’t cower. No one has more power in a D/s relationship than the woman on her knees. Always remember that.”

  “What do you mean? How does the person on her knees have more power than the man standing over her demanding she take what he…” She caught sight of her dates sitting at a table across the bar, watching her. “Or they want her to take?”

  “You have a safe word that halts it all. Everything stops the moment you utter that word. Who else has the ability to bring everything to a complete standstill? No one. You hold the power in giving up your control. You can revoke it in less than a heartbeat. Trust me, that is completely powerful. And don’t forget how strong you have to be to give up control to someone else in the first place. Submissives are kick-ass and beautiful. That’s a pretty fucking hot combination, don’t you think?”

  “You make it sound so easy.”

  “Because it is even when it’s hard. And remember one more thing. This is for you, not for us or these men, and you don’t have to do anything you think you’re supposed to. Especially not to impress us or because you need to try to fit in. Do you know why?”

  They were almost to the table of Douglas and the other two men. They all seemed to latch onto her throat and she wanted to touch their collar. Laila quickly asked under her breath, “Why?”

  “Because you fit in from the very first moment you walked in the door. Remember that, pretty lady. And the Three Musketeers? They’ve been single for eons, playing here and there but nothing serious. The way they look at you? Totally different. Find yourself and be happy. Life’s too short for anything else.”

  She relaxed, wondering why everything Jenna said made sense to her when she had been floundering just an hour before.

  Jenna led her to their table and she looked up, blinking to focus. Her men were there, staring at her. Douglas backed away his chair just a bit but remained seated.

  “Jenna, you’ve outdone yourself,” Hector praised and Patrick pinched his bottom lip as he stared at Laila.

  “You men have quite a treasure here and I certainly hope you know what to do with something so valuable.”

  “Indeed we do,” Hector said and steepled his fingers in front of his mouth as he took in every detail of Laila’s outfit.

  Jenna squeezed her hand and whispered in her ear. “Your things will be by the door in their room in case you need them.” With a wink she was gone.

  Laila finally stood completely alone, without any of the other women to help her, but she remembered to hold herself with pride, knowing she wanted to explore what she felt for these men.

  “Beautiful,” Douglas praised. He motioned her over and settled her on his lap so she could see all three men, who were completely focused on her.

  Patrick continued and she looked up into his pretty blue eyes, alight with something naughty she wanted to see more of. “We know you’re really new to all of this but wanted to know up front if there’s anything you don’t want to do. Anything you aren’t comfortable with? Or just plain gives you the heebs?”

  Her mind blanked out but she tried to focus on some things the women had talked about upstairs when they were helping Jenna get her ready.

  “No piss, scat or blood from any of you or myself. Hard limit of condoms and I’ve never done anything like this before, so go easy on me…please.”

  She tacked the last word on so it didn’t sound so demand-y and the men smiled.

  “Any part of your body off-limits, injured or that you just don’t like having touched that we should know about?”

  “No, everything is still in working order. I’ve had anal before and it was okay so I’m not going to say no to that either.”

  “Anal was okay?” Patrick asked, clearly offended.

  Laila swallowed, her asshole twitching as she pictured him taking her there. “Yes?” she asked instead of answered.

  Patrick shoved his hands through his hair and Douglas chuckled beside her.

  He held her chin and pulled her close, placing a languid kiss on her lips. “We each have our specialties and let’s just say Patrick’s revealed his.”

  “Specialties. Really?”

  Each of the men did no more than nod and heat crept up her cheeks at the possibilities. “I think I might need a demonstration of that if we’re done with the interview portion of the evening.”

  “Are you flirting with us? Finally?” Douglas asked with a laugh as he moved a wisp of hair off her cheek, tugging on one of the D-rings, seemingly just because he could.

  “Maybe,” she sort of admitted as she clasped her hands together in her lap.

  Douglas helped her stand and the rest of the men followed suit.

  “What do I call you?” burst from her lips a bit louder than she intended. She looked around but thankfully no one else paid much attention.

  Patrick moved in front of her, nudging her head up from where she was trying to stare a hole in the floor. “What do you mean?”

  “I know a lot of people are formal in these kinds of…situations. So I need to know what you want me to call you. Sir, Master…umm…etcetera.”

  None of the men spoke for a few seconds. They changed, though. Douglas’ warm breath hit her neck as he bit her softly. Patrick’s nostrils flared and when she looked over at Hector his eyes had gone even darker.

  “We like those, baby. We like those a lot. But for now just use our names.” He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip and she couldn’t stop herself from licking the pad of it.

  “Why?”

  “Why, what? Why do we not want you to use honorifics?”

  She nodded wondering if her heart was ever going to slow down again.

  “It’s important to us to earn it.”

  That was all he said. The other men nodded and unbidden emotion clogged her throat.

  Hector stepped close and simply lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hall to the private rooms.

  Over his shoulder the predatory smiles on Douglas’ and Patrick’s faces widened and she wondered for the umpteenth time what in the world she had just signed up for.

  Chapter Five

  Hector brought her into a private playroom and the other two men followed, closing the door behind them.

  She breathed a bit easier knowing they wouldn’t have a big audience to watch her get her cherry—cherries popped. She’d never had double penetration before, had never been with more than one guy at once. And she was going to be with three of them, at the same time.

  Kinky sex wasn’t something she’d gotten to experience before. A few playful swats at her ass maybe but that had only annoyed her.

  “Why the eyebrows, lovely?”

  Laila looked up at Hector who still held her close, as if he could hold her all night and not get tired.

  “I’m afraid I�
��m not going to like this or that I’ll completely freak out in the middle and I don’t want to hurt your feelings. Any of your feelings.”

  Douglas and Patrick watched her from a safe distance away. They listened but they didn’t all jump in at the same time and overwhelm her.

  “The last thing we want to do is rush you, Laila. If you hear nothing else, hear this. We will go at your pace but we’ll be listening to more than just the lovely words coming out of your mouth.”

  “I don’t get it.”

  “This dynamic, the power exchange between you and me and the guys, is more than words. It’s about the energy pulsing off you in waves as we get you hotter and hotter. It’s about the moans and whimpers coming out of your mouth as well as how wet your pussy gets and how your ass will try to suck us back in when we’re buried deep.”

  Patrick continued as he stepped closer but didn’t reach to take her from Hector. It was nice not feeling like the chew toy on the main stage earlier. She felt coveted but not in a dickhead jealous type way.

  “It’s about the way your pretty creamy skin blushes when you get aroused and embarrassed by it. Not to mention the way your skin trembles when one of us gets too close to a sensitive section of your neck.” He nibbled his way up her throat and chuckled when goose bumps appeared.

  “We’ll be watching every piece of you, closer than you’ve ever had anyone watch when pleasuring you.”

  She must have made a face because he smoothed her brow, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.

  “I want to lick you when you squnch up your nose like that.”

  “Ugh.” She hid behind a hand for a second. “Bad habit I’ve been trying to break for…ten years now. Everything shows on my face, I can’t hide it, conceal it.”

  “That makes you perfect for this world. Especially if you’re gagged, we’ll still have the ability to read you at any second. We’re certain you were made for this. Maybe you were just waiting for the right men to bring it out.”

  She moved just a tad and Hector set her gently on her feet, where she stood to face all of them. “I trust the three of you and that’s what makes no sense to me.

  “And not the I know you aren’t going to croak me and feed my body to the fishes kind of trust. I want to hand over complete and utter decision-making powers to the three of you and I know you’ll treat that right with the utmost respect.”

  “You feel safe with us? Is that what you’re trying to tell us?” Patrick asked.

  Bare bones, straight to the point of things. She liked that.

  “Yes, I think that’s exactly what I’m saying to you.”

  “Thank God,” he prayed toward the ceiling.

  He moved away toward a piece of equipment on the wall she had no clue about. Instead of freaking out and asking a million questions, she looked over into Hector’s face. He smiled, and it seemed as if he waited for her to make the next move.

  She laid her palm against his cheek and watched him.

  He pulled her a tiny bit closer against his chest and stared at her. Inside her.

  He had stubble. Not a lot, but enough that she tensed a bit. How is it going to feel against my skin?

  Before she lost her nerve she leaned forward, brushing her lips against his. He kissed her back but didn’t take over. He let her explore his face, his chin. She traced his slightly raised upper lip first with her fingertip and then with her tongue.

  He squeezed her a bit tighter and a groan slipped out. She held his face in her hands and kissed him, tasting him, sucking his tongue into her mouth, as if it were his cock. “Why are you letting me kiss you?”

  “Instead of what? Throwing you down on the rug at our feet, where I would rip your panties from your pretty hips and sink myself inside in one monster thrust?”

  “Damn, yes. Mmmm. Yes that, why are you letting me flap my gums?”

  “Being dominant isn’t about fucking some girl senseless, though that is a perk of the title if you play your cards right. It’s not about controlling every move a submissive makes, it’s about listening to what you need and providing it.

  “A Dominant is someone who exploits the art of reading every inch of you. Starting in here.” His touch whispered across her forehead and her sternum directly over her heart. She briefly closed her eyes, attempting to hide from them how important his words were to her.

  How was she supposed to keep it all about sex when they stripped her bare like that?

  When she opened her eyes she immediately latched onto where the king-size bed was in the room, over Hector’s shoulder. The image of the two women from earlier curled up tight together flashed through her mind.

  Nerves threatened to bowl her over so she decided to look around at some of the equipment lining the walls.

  She couldn’t afford to fall for any of these men, much less all of them. But that would never work. She needed to get her heart to stop weighing in so heavily and give her pussy an idea of what fruits were ripe for the picking and sampling and swallowing.

  Self-consciously she walked along the long somewhat open wall directly inside the door. She finally stopped by the other end at what looked like a closet of sorts with equipment of various shapes and sizes. Some she’d seen before during her short tour with the girls earlier. Other things she’d seen in porn movies she’d watched in years past, along with several pieces she’d never seen before, which intimidated the heck out of her.

  Douglas stepped up next to her and his warmth reached across to her, warming her from the inside out. “Tell me what you know and I’ll fill in the blanks for you.”

  Laila smiled, thinking it was a very kinky version of show-and-tell. She decided she wanted to bargain with him if she had to try to think. “Five swats from your hand to my ass for the ones I get right.”

  He held his chin between his thumb and fingers, giving her the impression he was considering her offer seriously. “And if you get something wrong we each get a blowjob for a minute.”

  “Each of you?” Laila questioned in a higher pitch than she originally intended.

  “Each of us.” He didn’t hesitate, didn’t hedge, it was a simple take-it-or-leave it bet.

  “Deal.” She accepted and held out her hand to seal the deal.

  He grabbed her wrist, twisting it slightly, and placed it on the crotch of his pants over his erection. As she stepped closer to get a better feel of him he didn’t waste a moment. His other hand brushed her inner thighs as he reached beneath her skirt, touching the lips of her pussy through her panties.

  She squeezed him through his pants, loving the rumbling groan. All of a sudden his fingers were sliding along her smooth pussy lips.

  “Fuck me, you’re wearing crotchless panties.”

  “Yessss, I am. I almost forgot.”

  He moved her hand from the zippered section of his pants, holding her wrist so she couldn’t go after him again. He closed his eyes, sliding a finger into her pussy and up as far as he could reach. “Move your legs farther apart,” he told her with his hand firmly between her thighs.

  She followed his order and then one of the other men was behind her, tugging her wrists behind her back. Holding her there, trapping her so Douglas could do what he wanted with her.

  He withdrew his finger, running it in her wetness. He circled her clit with her added moisture, sliding his rough digit across the tiny bundle of nerves. Then he filled her pussy again, and again.

  Trying to keep her head up took all of her concentration. Patrick must have sensed her dilemma because he grabbed her around the throat, forcing her head back on his shoulder.

  He released his hold, running his hand down her body, across her hip and around to the back. He unsnapped the top of her skirt, tugged the zipper down one-handed and pushed the material over her hips.

  Douglas pulled his hand free, allowing the garment to fall to her feet. His hand was back at her pussy before she could even step out of it.

  Then Patrick’s long fingers were there too, sliding in
pussy juice. He gathered every bit of moisture he could around Douglas’ fingers and moved it back to her ass.

  She’d never been all that big a fan of anal but with his hands she was pretty certain she could become a believer.

  They took it nice and slow. Teasing her, enticing her, flirting with her until she didn’t think she could take another minute of it without coming all over their hands.

  Patrick slipped the tip of his finger in her ass, tormenting her. Then they turned her toward the first piece of equipment and Patrick asked, “This would be a…”

  She panted, attempting to focus on the two pieces of wood she faced. “You’ve got to be kidding. I can’t imagine how many I’ll get right with you guys teasing me the whole time.”

  “Teasing denotes no follow-through, pretty girl.” Patrick spoke directly into her ear and slid his finger slowly all the way into her ass.

  “Oh God, that’s… Fuck,” she moaned as Douglas swiped more of the juice pouring from her pussy to rub her clit.

  “No one said we had to make your tour boring. This way we can see what you know and what you might be curious about and we can hear you come all at the same time. So what are you looking at?”

  She blinked, knowing they were solely focused on her and her answers.

  The wooden structure finally swam into view and she guessed the first thing that it reminded her of. “Stocks-s-ss,” hissed out of her mouth just as both men started fucking her holes with a purpose.

  She felt watched like a hawk and the orgasm she had almost reached blossomed into a storm cloud when she caught sight of Hector jacking his cock a few feet away.

  Her hips moved and she grunted. As she swiveled her hips in a circle, she fucked herself onto the men’s fingers. She panted her way to the top of a very high peak.

  “Oh my God…” She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut, fighting her need to come because she wouldn’t survive it. It was too much. They were too much. She struggled but Patrick latched onto her mouth and nose, trapping her head against his shoulder, cutting off her air.

  “Oh no you don’t,” he accused in her ear. “You’re staying right here. With us. Wherever you just went in your head can take a fucking raincheck.” He forced another finger inside her ass, making her burn hotter, brighter.