48 Hours

by Callista Arman

  Monique gave a small sigh. “Rafael’s been so alone since he lost Mariella. Martin and I had hoped by this time he would find someone to care for.” She looked at Maddie. “You are very much like Mariella, you know. I can see why Rafael brought you here, to his home. He’s more alive today than he’s been in a long while. I think you’re good for him.”

  “Me?” Maddie shook her head. Rafael had hardly touched her since he’d led her onto the porch to meet his friends. “I’m sure you’re mistaken. I’m just a weekend fling. Forty-eight hours.”

  “A weekend can lead to more,” Monique said. “Perhaps…”

  She fell silent as the sliding glass door opened, admitting the men. Maddie’s mind reeled. A future with Rafael? Was such a thing possible? The thought created an aching, yearning sensation inside her. She was drawn to his power, his control, his gentle but firm care. Now that she knew of his loss, she wanted desperately to comfort him. She wanted to touch that sad place inside him, the one he struggled to hide from the world.

  Did she dare try?

  Chapter Nine

  The afternoon sun was drifting downward. Maddie lay on her back on a short, padded platform no wider than her torso. She was about three feet off the ground, her legs splayed, her ankles fastened to the table’s legs. Her arms were similarly bound. Her breasts were again decorated, this time with clamps hung with a series of weighted balls that dangled on either side of her torso, stretching her nipples. She was gagged with a soft, wide leather strap Rafael had tied tightly behind her head. Her eyes were covered as well, with a black silk scarf.

  The table was much shorter than her height—her butt hung just past one end and her head dangled over the other. Bound in this awkward position, she had two choices—strain her neck muscles holding her head erect, or relax and let it fall back. The first option could only be performed for short periods of time before her neck muscles gave out. When she let her head fall back, she felt dizzy and breathless, but the gag made it impossible to suck much air through her mouth.

  She was outside, in a covered gazebo by the lake. Rafael had brought her here soon after Martin and Monique had left. Patrick had stood to one side, watching as Rafael had immobilized Maddie to his satisfaction. The blindfold had been the last item he’d added and when it blotted out the light she felt a wash of terror. Being helpless was one thing, but blind, too? She didn’t know how she could bear it.

  “Shh…” Rafael’s voice was strangely gentle. His hands began working her taut muscles, urging them to relax. Little by little, Maddie’s panic faded, until she lay limp and receptive on her Master’s altar.

  She felt Rafael move between her legs. She heard his pants unzip and drop to the ground, felt the tip of his penis nudging her slick folds. He plunged into her pussy inch by slow inch. Patrick sucked in a breath, but said nothing.

  Rafael fucked her slowly but shallowly, keeping the base of his shaft from brushing Maddie’s clit. “A slow stroke arouses a woman,” he explained to Patrick, “but prevents her from reaching her peak.”

  He certainly knew what he was talking about. Before many minutes had passed, Maddie was panting, craving release. She raised her head, struggled in her bonds. Moaned against the gag. But Rafael made no move to quicken his pace.

  Instead, he’d pulled out and invited Patrick to take a turn.

  Oh, God. Maddie strained, keeping her head up. She wished she could look into Patrick’s stormy blue eyes as he positioned himself between her splayed legs. She heard his sweatpants slide down his legs—how she wished she could see his cock, erect and beautiful.

  The strain on her neck became unbearable. She let her head drop back, feeling a wave of vertigo as she did so. There was nothing she could do but relax into the sensation.

  She tried to hang on to her sanity as Patrick seated himself in her body with one strong thrust. She shuddered, almost coming. He felt wonderful inside her. Just as she knew he would.

  “Too hard,” Rafael droned, his voice clinical. “You don’t want her to climax too soon. Easy strokes, that’s it. You must exhibit self-discipline.”

  Patrick started moving inside her with long, languid strokes. As Rafael’s had, they teased but didn’t satisfy. She moaned, her head tossing back and forth. She was so turned on, even the teasing strokes were bringing her closer.

  “Watch for signs your sub is nearing climax,” Rafael instructed. “Pull back before she reaches the point of no return, even if you have to pull out and masturbate for a few minutes.” He addressed Maddie. “I command you to hold back. Deny yourself completion until I permit it.”

  Patrick managed another thrust, then Maddie felt him slide out. Her climax faded. She heard his breath coming in gasps. Instinctively, she lifted her head toward him, then dropped it back, groaning into her gag. This was torture, pure and simple.

  Her pussy contracted, weeping for him to fill her again. But instead, she felt a tug on her nipple. It was Rafael, pulling on the chain he’d attached to the clamp. “You must be aware of every sensation your submissive feels,” he instructed. She felt a tug on the other nipple and knew Patrick had taken his place at her side.

  “Watch her face,” Rafael said. “Even when you cannot see her eyes, her expression will tell you what you need to know.”

  Rafael started moving his hands over her. On her other side, Patrick did the same. Between them they left no part of her body untouched. They ran their fingers down her arms and legs, massaged her hands and feet. They played between her legs. They squeezed her breasts, tugged on her nipples. Traced light touches over her face.

  “Tasting your submissive is a duty and a pleasure,” Rafael said. She felt his presence between her legs and then his mouth hot on her bare mound. He kissed a line to her pussy and tongued her there, licking and fucking her with his mouth. After a moment he moved aside and she felt Patrick’s mouth on her. His technique was a little different than Rafael’s but incredible just the same. They took turns, one man worshipping her pussy while the other massaged her body, sometimes pausing to tug harshly at her nipples or place a stinging bite in a sensitive place. The worked her that way, for what seemed like an eternity.

  She lay, suspended, floating in a place of utter serenity. Her head, hanging back, relaxed, added to the sensation. Her arms and legs were bound tight and her moans were absorbed by her gag. Even sight was denied her. All she could do was feel the care of the two men who played her body with unyielding passion, demanding everything from her, yet denying her the release she sought. After a time, she even stopped wishing for it. She would climax when Rafael and Patrick allowed her to, no sooner. It was futile trying to control either of them.

  She gasped in sheer bliss when she felt Patrick’s long cock enter her again. She’d been in such a daze that she hadn’t even realized his mouth had left her. Her body responded, clenching tightly around his shaft, as if she could hold him inside her body by sheer will. But of course, her will meant nothing.

  Patrick pumped, pushing her to the edge. She heard Rafael murmur instruction and encouragement. Maddie’s tension built, unbearably. She wanted to come. She needed to come. It wasn’t fair of them to build her up like this and leave her wanting.

  She fought to control her outward response to Patrick’s thrusting. Maybe she could fool him—reach the point of no return before he noticed and pulled out. Of course, such a deception would probably earn her another session with the flogger, but she didn’t care. The thought of being punished again held its own appeal.

  Patrick’s cock thrust deeply, tearing a muffled moan from her throat. He pulled out immediately. Tears of frustration trickled from her eyes.

  He was jerking off again, she could feel the motion of his body. Then he entered her, thrusting hard and fast, his hands anchored on the edges of the platform on either side of her torso. She strained to reach the climax with him, before him, but it wasn’t to be. He came with a loud groan, his rigid arms shuddering, his body slumping over hers.

  She lif
ted her head, as if she could see him. She strained to retain the leading edge of her climax, but it was no use. It receded, leaving her panting. Her neck kinked. She let it drop back again. Tears stung her eyes behind her blindfold. She felt so helpless with her head dangling upside down. Helpless and dizzy.

  “Good.” Rafael’s tone held approval. “You took your pleasure without allowing Madeline hers.”

  Patrick pulled out of her body. She felt bereft without him.

  “Will Maddie get to come now?” he asked Rafael.

  Yes! Please!

  “I’d planned to allow it, but now I think not. Madeline strained for completion, despite my order to hold back.” He ran a hand down her flank and over her pussy, brushing her clit with agonizingly light strokes of his fingernail. “Still trying to take control, Madeline? I expected better of you. A true submissive gains pleasure by obedience, not defiance.”

  Shame crept over Maddie. Rafael was right, she’d been trying to take control. Trying to run the show, as she did in the courtroom. It was what she was used to and a very hard habit to break.

  “A little pain often helps a sub accept her Dom’s wishes,” Rafael said. Reaching over her body, he removed first one nipple clamp, then the other. Maddie gasped with the tingling sensation of the blood returning to her sensitive flesh. The sensation didn’t last long. Rafael re-clamped one nipple.

  She gasped as a hot dart of pain sizzled through her. He’d adjusted the tension on the device, making it squeeze past mild discomfort into real pain. She tried to shrink back as his hand reached for her second nipple and plumped it to a hard peak, but of course, that was impossible. The second clamp squeezed onto her nipple, as tightly as the first one had. She moaned.

  A third clamp bit into her clit. She jerked and cried out into her gag, tears streaming down her face.

  “We’ll leave you now, Madeline,” Rafael was saying. “I suggest you think about what I’ve said.”

  “Leave her?” Patrick said sharply. “Like this?”

  “Yes,” Rafael said. His voice took on a challenging edge. “Do you know of a better way to teach Madeline acceptance of her Master’s wishes?”

  “No,” said Patrick thoughtfully. “No, I don’t.”

  * * * * *

  She lay, bound in that uncomfortable position, her nipples and clit clamped and throbbing, for what seemed like an eternity. Her ankle and wrist bonds were snug, allowing no movement. At one point, a fly buzzed across her breasts and she could do nothing to brush it away. After it flew off, an itch settled in her left thigh. She couldn’t scratch it. Her neck ached. She fought to keep her head up as much as possible, because she felt less out of control that way, but she couldn’t hold the position for long. She sobbed her frustration, cursing Rafael and Patrick in her mind, though she dared not do it aloud. She counted seconds, then minutes, wondering how long her Masters would leave her this way.

  Finally, she gave up the struggle to stay upright. She let her defiance drain away, let her head fall back. Her breathing settled into an even rhythm. The men would return when Rafael decided, not before. They would remove the clamps and untie her when he commanded it. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

  The realization was freeing.

  She let her mind drift, and eventually, go blank. The pain and the itching receded. The arousal she still felt in her pussy came to the fore like a comforting caress. She felt like she was floating, drifting above herself. Her body relaxed, accepted. She was a submissive. Her purpose was to surrender to her Master. Nothing else.

  She must have drifted off, because the next thing she knew, two pairs of hands were working to free her from her bonds. The nipple and clit clamps came off, bringing a gasp of renewed pain to her lips. Rafael removed her gag, but not her blindfold. Patrick lifted her.

  They laid her on a blanket in the grass, in the sunshine. Together, they began a slow massage of her body. They drizzled warm oil on her skin. First Patrick’s hands on her feet, while Rafael kneaded her back. She moaned as her strained muscles relaxed. Patrick shifted up her legs, working his way to her pussy. Rafael kneaded each shoulder and arm, ending at her hands, giving each finger loving attention. Maddie melted into the blanket, her mind a delicious blank, her body surrendering to the ministrations of these two wonderful men. They were so different, and yet…

  She was falling in love with both of them.

  The thought gave her pause. Was that even possible? Could a woman love two men? Even if she did, wouldn’t there come a time when she had to give one of them up?

  Patrick’s fingers teased her ass, parted her globes. He ran his finger around her anus, inserted one, then two fingers, then pulled them out. She sucked in a breath as Rafael rolled her over on her back. Each man took one of her arms. Spreading her wide, they secured her wrist cuffs to what seemed like spikes driven into the ground.

  The massage started again, this time with Patrick’s fingers on her scalp, Rafael’s hands working up her legs to her thighs.

  They shifted, coming on either side of her. She felt their heat, but not their touch, as they leaned close. Then, together, they each covered a nipple with their mouths.

  The sensation was incredible. Two mouths tugging, demanding her response. She gave it to them, arching her hips. She wanted to cradle them in her arms, run her fingers through Patrick’s curls and Rafael’s shorter buzz. But with her arms bound, they denied her that pleasure. The denial made her yearning rise and crest. She arched her hips, moaning softly, thankful the gag was gone. But she didn’t reach for her climax. She knew better now. She would wait until Rafael decided she had earned it.

  She felt Rafael’s smile against her skin. “What do you say, Patrick? Has our little slave proved her worth? Should we let her climax?”

  Yes! she thought. Oh, yes. She smiled smugly. If Rafael had left the decision to Patrick, she was sure to get off. There was no way Patrick would make her suffer.

  Incredibly, he did.

  “She hasn’t let go completely yet,” he said to Rafael. “She’s still trying to run the show. I say we let her suffer a while longer.”

  What? Maddie blinked her outrage behind the blindfold. How dare he? She was on fire.

  She moaned as Patrick’s finger slipped into her pussy. “Please let me come. I’ll be good. I’ll suck your cock when you’re through.”

  He teased her a bit, then withdrew. “I can order you to do that in any case,” he told her. “And you won’t refuse me. How does that feel, Maddie?” He flicked his thumb over her clit. “How does it feel to be under my command?”

  “It’s…” He leaned over, gently bit her nipple, while Rafael inserted something into her pussy. A small vibrator. “Oh, God. I don’t know. It feels…” Hands grasped her ankles, spreading her wide, and then her feet were bound like her hands. Her head was lifted, the gag replaced.

  A vibration started inside her, making her hips writhe. She rose, almost touching the peak, then the vibration stopped and her climax faded. The men moved off. She heard the clink of glasses and the murmur of low conversation. They talked, joking softly together, sometimes discussing her progress, at other times discussing a local sports team, or a shared interest in golf. Meanwhile the vibrator faded and started up again, over and over. She sobbed, jerking at her bounds. Finally, even that was too much. She lay, silent, submissive, tears of frustration leaking out her eyes.

  Finally, Patrick removed the gag and stroked her wet brow. “How does it feel, Madeline? Tell me.”

  And then she knew the answer. “It doesn’t matter how it feels for me,” she whispered. “It only matters that I please you.”

  “Ah.” She felt Rafael rise. “Good girl.”

  And then Patrick’s mouth was on her clit, hot and hungry. The vibrator whirred to life as he feasted greedily, roughly, sucking her clit into his mouth and scraping it with his teeth.

  She screamed as she hurtled over the edge. Her entire body contracted in one shuddering, exquisite release.
When it was over, she lay limp, spent, while the men untied her. They removed the gag and blindfold.

  She was carried to an outdoor shower. Rafael and Patrick worked together, supporting her limp body, rubbing her with gel, washing her body with a knobby-textured cloth. They washed her hair as well, massaging her scalp. Maddie was passive and unresisting the entire time, letting them do what they would.

  Afterwards, they toweled her dry and sat her crossed-legged on the grass in the sun. Rafael sat on a lawn chair, watching as Patrick sat behind her and smoothed a comb through her wet hair.

  “I’d wondered if one day’s training would be enough,” Rafael mused. “But now…yes. I think she’s ready.”

  “Ready?” Patrick asked.

  “Yes. Tonight we’ll take her to my club.”

  * * * * *

  Patrick had known such places existed, but never in his wildest dreams had he thought he would actually enter one. He stared at the entrance, a nondescript doorway in a historic section of the city. The townhouse was stone. The streetlights were obscured by the tall oaks lining the road, sending a shadow across the stoop. No sign on the polished wood door. No doorbell. Only a very ornate, very old knocker in the shape of a horse’s head.

  Montevale was dressed much as he’d been on Friday night as well—white linen evening jacket over a black silk shirt and black wool pants. Patrick was wearing his pants, shirt and suit jacket from the night before, which had appeared in his room, freshly laundered and mended, soon after he’d shared an elaborately presented dinner with Maddie and Montevale in the formal dining room. Obviously the Dom had servants somewhere, but Patrick had yet to see or hear any of them. When he asked about this, Rafael had said only that his staff knew to be discreet when he was entertaining guests.

  Maddie wore a short fur coat. Under it, her dress was pure sin. The diaphanous gold sheath that made her look like a creature of fantasy. It was completely transparent, veiling her breasts and mound in sheer gold.