She looked beautiful in her obedience.
The rapid rise and fall of her chest betrayed obvious nerves. “Permission to speak, Sir?”
He spread his legs shoulder-width apart. “Granted.”
“I want to apologise, Sir.”
He waited. Obviously Eric had coached her on proper decorum. Having two Doms for the weekend had been a brilliant idea.
“I did know your rules. You were very clear. No arguing. No climaxes unless you say so. I suppose, since you’d allowed me to come previously, I was just hoping…” She trailed off and licked her lower lip. “I was wrong. I know you control my orgasms.” She exhaled. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“The discussion is over. I’ll give you a chance to prove you understand.”
“Sir?”
“Join me in the playroom. From here on out, you are to crawl, unless given permission to walk.”
She followed and he heard the gentle sway of the metal chain that joined her nipple clamps. He knew the clit clamp would make crawling terribly uncomfortable, but that was deliberate pain. It would make what came next even more unbearable.
“You’ve been secured to a St Andrew’s cross before?” he asked when they entered the playroom.
Her eyes were wide as her gaze cut from the structure that dominated the centre of the room to the pegboard on the wall. He had an assortment of implements including whips, canes and crops all positioned for quick access.
“I asked if you’d ever been secured to a St Andrew’s cross?”
If the goose bumps on her arms were anything to go by, his collection had obviously frightened her. For now, that was fine with him.
“Yes, Sir.”
“I want your back against the cross.”
She drew her brows together but didn’t question his command.
He surmised she’d only been attached to one at the club, and she’d likely been told to face the cross, exposing her back and buttocks to her Dom’s abuse.
She stood and moved into position. He secured her wrists and ankles to the wood and then took a step back.
“You look beautiful attached to my cross, your nipples and your cunt clamped.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“How does that clamp feel on your clit?”
“Honestly, Sir, it hurts.”
He nodded. “And your nipples? How do they feel?”
“Very sore, Sir.”
“Exactly what I wanted to hear.” He crossed to a cabinet, opened the door and selected a small gag.
He saw her eyes widen.
“This wasn’t on your hard limits list.”
“No, Sir.”
“With your right hand, show me your safe signal.”
She turned her right thumb down.
“That’s clear enough. Open your mouth.”
Her breaths were ragged as he inserted the gag and fastened the buckle behind her head.
“Show me your safe signal again.”
. She turned her right thumb down.
Satisfied, he returned to the cabinet and selected a vibrator. He filled it with fresh batteries then tested its power. The bullet hummed to life. He turned off the switch and returned to her.
“I’m going to drive you to the edge of an orgasm, again and again,” he explained. “And you will not be allowed to come. Any climax will be punished; you’ll spend several hours alone thinking about it. Mark my words, sub, if you come without permission any time in the next few minutes, you’ll be lucky if we allow you to come before you go home. Do you understand?”
Her gaze was focused on the vibrator.
“Look at me.” With his free hand he tipped back her chin and repeated the question. “Do you understand what I just said?”
Chapter Three
He held her chin and her gaze prisoners. With the gag inserted, she couldn’t really swallow.
She was helpless.
This weekend was already more than she’d ever experienced. Having two men dominate her, both implacable in their unique ways, put her system on overload. Now this?
She understood that she’d screwed up badly. Arguing was also against the rules. She generally didn’t have trouble controlling her sexual reactions. In fact, it was usually the opposite. Getting turned on, staying turned on, was her biggest challenge…well, that and not yawning from boredom.
But with these two men? She’d been horny since Master Eric had cut off her thong and exposed her pussy.
Each man’s words, their skilful touches made her hotter and hotter.
Earlier, when he’d sucked on her clamped nipple, sensations she’d never felt before had arced through her.
Her body had throbbed with demand.
Instantly, she’d been on the jagged edge.
Focused on what she wanted and needed, she’d ignored Master Rafael’s rules. She hadn’t forgotten, exactly, she just hadn’t wanted to be subjected to them when she was so needy. When he’d remained firm, she hadn’t wanted to accept his denial.
His punishment had been swift. In retrospect, it probably hadn’t been too harsh, even though it had stung like hell.
Being spanked was one thing. Being bound, gagged, clamped and hearing the buzz of the vibrator was much worse. She knew he was going to make her wish the spanking had been the only consequence for her behaviour.
He came closer and she fruitlessly tried to pull away.
She’d been attached to a St Andrew’s cross before, but it had been a completely different experience.
A previous boyfriend who’d dominated her had secured her to one at the Dallas club. But she’d faced the structure. He’d gently used his hand on the fleshy part of her buttocks. She’d told him what to do and he’d done it. No one had ever gagged her.
“I asked you a question.”
She nodded.
“You understand that if you come without permission, you may not be allowed to again?”
She nodded. She could drown in the depths of his gaze.
He continued to hold her chin with his large, strong fingers. He refused to let her hide.
“Do you want the clamp removed from your clit?”
Having the nasty pinching metal removed would burn, but it would only last a few moments. She nodded.
“The nipple clamps will stay,” he told her.
She expected him to remove the one from her pussy right away, but he didn’t. Instead, without looking, he flicked on the vibrator.
She had one like it at home and knew its power. With the right fantasy, she could come in less than five minutes.
She felt her clit throb in anticipation.
Master Eric entered the room. He moved behind the cross, where she couldn’t see him.
“There’s a bottle of lube over there.” Master Rafael used his thumb to indicate the cupboard he meant.
She’d promised herself she wouldn’t leave before Sunday night, but now she wasn’t so sure.
Master Rafael released her and knelt in front of her.
She heard something that could have been the squirt of lube.
Oh God.
Master Rafael held the vibrator near her, but he didn’t touch her with it.
Then she felt Master Eric at her rear, either with his finger or with a small plug. The lube felt cold. She instinctively clenched her buttocks to deny him entry. He slapped her right hip as Master Rafael touched her with the vibrator.
She screamed behind the gag.
Having the vibrator and the clamp on her pussy was more than she could bear.
The sensation was too intense, startling, painful.
Master Rafael reached up and tugged on the chain running between her breasts. Master Eric continued his assault on her rear.
The men overwhelmed her.
She clenched her hands into fists. Tears stung her eyes as she yanked and strained against her bondage.
Abruptly Master Rafael released the clit clamp.
Blood rushed back to the area. The pain swamped her and she
sagged forward. Master Eric took advantage of the opportunity to work a finger completely into her anus. She jerked helplessly.
Master Rafael once again applied the vibe to her pussy.
God!
She’d never in her life needed to come more.
She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to shut out the exquisite torment.
Master Eric finger-fucked her ass while her other Dom applied the vibrator. He alternated his strokes, some glancing, some with direct pressure.
She was being driven mad.
Her stomach knotted. She had to come.
She sought Master Rafael’s gaze, but he didn’t look at her, seemingly focused exclusively on her cunt. “Breathe deeply,” one of the men—Master Eric?—advised.
“Think about your last vacation or the bills you need to pay,” Master Rafael coached as he removed the bullet. “Distract yourself.”
She felt something at the entrance to her vagina.
This wasn’t possible! They took away one form of pleasure only to replace it with another.
Her mouth was full and her jaw ached. Master Eric was repeatedly inserting a finger—maybe two if the pressure was anything to go by—into her ass and now into her pussy.
“Do not come,” Master Rafael ordered as he once again placed the vibrator on her swollen clit.
How could she not orgasm?
Everything they were doing was carefully orchestrated and timed to make her come.
Her body jerked.
They continued their sensual assault, and she was losing control. Her breaths were ragged. She forced herself to breathe, to think about everything that would need to be done at the diner when she got back. Although her uncle owned the place, he preferred to cook and yell at the other workers, so she managed the day-to-day details on his behalf. She would have a small stack of bills to pay and she’d have to contact her suppliers for fresh fruit. Honeydew. Maybe watermelon? Grapes made a lovely garnish for egg dishes. And did they have enough coffee for next weekend’s rush? Cream. They’d need more cream for sure.
Master Rafael yanked on her chain, dragging her back to the present.
She all but panted.
If she could speak, she’d be begging…either for release or for them to let her go.
As it was, unless she wanted to use her safe signal, she was trapped.
She whimpered as she tried to spit out the hated gag. “Please, please, please,” she mumbled, desperate for them to understand her. She was so close to an orgasm she wasn’t sure there was anything she could do to prevent it.
Suddenly they stopped tormenting her.
Master Eric removed his fingers from her body. Master Rafael turned off the vibrator and released his grip on her clamps.
Her head lolled forward, and she her body sagged forward in relief. “Thank you,” she murmured, even though she knew they didn’t understand her words. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Sirs.” She was sincere in her gratitude. Another few seconds and she would have been lost.
Before she fully recovered, Master Rafael flipped the switch back on and pressed the vibrator to her throbbing clit.
She pulled as far away from him as the wooden cross allowed but it wasn’t enough to escape that nasty little device.
She closed her eyes and recited her grocery list from the top.
When everything she knew was in danger of failing, he stopped.
“Well done,” he approved. “Lesson learnt?”
She opened her eyes and nodded vigorously.
Master Eric left the room. He returned a minute later with a damp cloth and offered it to Master Rafael. “Dinner will be in about fifteen minutes.”
Master Rafael nodded.
He wiped her pussy and ass with a bit too much pressure—intentionally—she was sure, leaving her somewhere between orgasm and pain.
He stood and reverse engineered her bondage, first removing the devious nipple clamps and then the despised red gag. She hated how indelicate it was and the helplessness of not being able to swallow properly.
Master Rafael, as a Dom who’d intentionally chosen to gag her, seemed unperturbed. He ran the pad of his thumb across the corners of her mouth.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“I was hoping I wouldn’t have to remind you of your manners.”
“No, Sir!”
Next, he released her wrists.
She slowly lowered her arms, waiting for circulation to return.
He bent to unfasten her ankles. As he stood, he slapped her cunt. “For good measure.”
She sucked in a breath. “Thank you, Sir,” she managed through gritted teeth.
“You’re doing a bit better. But don’t think I didn’t hear the hostility in your tone. Keep it up and you’ll sleep on the floor at the end of my bed. I have some shackles to keep you in place.”
She hadn’t known that was an option. And she didn’t know if he was serious or not. From what she did know about him, she wasn’t going to take any chances.
“Follow me,” he commanded.
“Sir…”
“Sub?”
Could any man truly be as patient with her as he was being? “That…” She paused. “This…”
“Ask your question.”
“I’ve never asked this before, Sir.”
“We agreed to honest conversation.”
Using the cross to support her back, she asked, “Will you please fuck me, Sir?”
Over the years, she’d perfected the art of dodging advances. She didn’t sleep with a lot of men and then she was generally in a relationship before inviting a man to spend the night. Even in a BDSM scene, she didn’t have sex with the men. Her nerve endings still zinged from the constant arousal.
“I want you.” She needed him, not in an emotional way, but in a greedy, physical way. “Even if you don’t let me come, I want you inside me, Sir.”
He walked over to her. “I wasn’t planning that so soon.”
“It doesn’t feel soon to me,” she admitted. She looked pointedly at his crotch. “You want it, too, Sir, if I may say so.”
“Lindsey.”
He laced her name with so much inflection it sounded as if he were warning her to watch her step.
“Fuck me, Sir. Hard and fast, however you want, but please fuck me.”
“Are you trying to top me, sub?”
“Sir! No. I’m begging.”
He regarded her for a long moment before saying, “Get on all fours.”
She lowered her head so he wouldn’t see her triumphant smile.
Her body was still a little stiff from being spread on the cross. It took her longer than normal to get into position, and she wasn’t as graceful as she would’ve liked to be. Lindsey was terribly aware of his cool regard, with his arms folded, legs spread, hair pulled back.
Once she was in position, she turned her head to watch him undress.
He discarded his clothing quickly—a boot here, another there, the rest of the garments strewn on the floor.
The sight of his naked body made her pussy moisten again. The man was beyond gorgeous with his muscular body and sexy olive-toned skin. His cock was hard and every bit as big as she’d expected.
He opened a drawer and took out a condom.
She watched, transfixed, as he rolled it down his length. Soon…
Master Eric came back into the room. “I’ll wait a while before throwing the steaks on the grill.”
Master Rafael nodded. Then he knelt behind her. “How does your pussy feel?”
“It’s throbbing, Sir.”
“You’re not sore?”
She felt his cockhead at her entrance. “Only in a good way.”
He firmly gripped her hips. She loved his size. This man was muscular enough to place her where he wanted her, dominate her thoroughly. She found that fact so ultra-appealing she could’ve orgasmed instantly.
“You may not come without permission,” he told her.
And damn him, he’d know.
There was no faking with a man as perceptive as Master Rafael. Nor was there any possibility of disguising her reactions.
He placed one hand in front of her, his forearm against her belly so he could keep her in place. With the thumb of his free hand, he explored her clit. The gentle abrasion after his earlier, thorough punishment made her wriggle her hips. His firm grip kept her firmly in place.
Maybe this hadn’t been such a good idea. She suddenly wasn’t sure she could restrain herself. His cockhead at her entrance wasn’t enough. She craved his full length inside her.
“Tell me what you want, sub, what you need.”
“Sir! Now. Please.”
He took her hard and fast.
She whimpered. This was so much better than she’d imagined or hoped.
She now knew what she’d been missing.
She liked being with a man who so thoroughly possessed her, who knew what he wanted, knew what she wanted and was confident enough to give it to her.
He pulled her back to meet each of his thrusts.
She was unravelling.
He and Master Eric had left her on the raw edge of denial earlier, and the out-of-reach orgasm was there again, demanding.
“Sir?”
“No,” he told her.
She tossed her head from side to side. She wouldn’t survive this. Couldn’t.
As he rode her, he slapped her right hip.
Her insides clenched.
She gulped oxygen, trying to hold off.
“Come, little sub,” he instructed. “Milk my cock with your pussy.”
Screaming, she did.
She bucked and shuddered. He held her firmly, his left arm still in front of her hips. He placed his right hand on her shoulder, limiting her movements. It made each internal ripple so much more powerful.
She’d never had such an intense orgasm.
Behind her, his body went rigid.
“Fill me, Master Rafael.”
The man was seemingly always in control. He continued to hold her steady, not tightening his grip at all. Then, seconds later, and with a deep moan, he ejaculated. His cock pulsed inside her. It was enough to trigger another orgasm.
“Sir! I’m going to come again.”
“Ask permission.”
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