by Avery Gale
The playroom they’d built in the condo wasn’t as elaborate as the one at the cabin, but it was still filled with equipment that Rissa was anxious to try; some of the pieces she recognized, but some pieces were new to her. She tried to concentrate on studying the equipment rather than what they were planning for her. She really didn’t think it could be all that serious of a punishment, since all she’d done was push back because she was anxious to get him inside her ass but from the way he was setting up things, she was starting to get nervous.
Mitch finally turned and faced Rissa. “Come here, baby, I want to get this done. I hate punishing you, but this is really a significant problem because it involves your safety. We’ve told you every chance we’ve had that your safety is the one and only thing that trumps your happiness, and I think we’d all agree that is as it should be. Now I want you to remember this is a punishment so the goal is not your pleasure, but this is to serve as a reminder of how much we value your body and consider it our property, so we’ll insist that you care for it properly.” The entire time he’d been talking, he’d been leading her over to a strange-looking hammock-looking device that was standing upright, but it had some larger holes in the mesh that were obviously meant to line up with her breasts, and it split in two just above her pubic bone. It was obvious to Rissa they had something new in mind for her punishment today.
As they began securing her to the odd contraption, Rissa noted that there was another piece that would fit against her back, but it was open in some very key areas. Rissa opened her mouth to ask a question, but at Bryant’s raised eyebrow, quickly closed her mouth and kept quiet. It quickly became obvious this device was made to be tilted at an endless number of angles, and she was sure they intended to utilize as many as possible before releasing her.
“Now, pet, you are about to find out why having a Master that is an engineer and another that is an electronics genius is going to make your life very, very interesting.” His soft chuckle helped ease some of Rissa’s anxiety. “We have noticed that you are a very visual person, so we are going to take away your ability to see and anticipate what we’re going to do.” He spoke in a level voice, but the words alone were enough to kick up Rissa’s pulse and breathing even before he wrapped the silk scarf around her eyes and secured it behind her head. As they hoisted her up, she found herself lost in the sensation of weightlessness, and it occurred to her that it felt like she was floating; her weight was so evenly distributed it was like she was on a cloud rather than tethered to some kind of fancy sexual torture device designed by her Masters just for her. She couldn’t help the smile that spread over her lips. “Well, that’s interesting. Would you care to share what that Mona Lisa smile was about, my love?”
“Oh, um, well…I was just thinking about how comfortable this is and how great it is that I have Masters that can design such great sexual torture devices…and just for me, too!” Rissa could sense that they had both frozen in place, and suddenly she was worried that she’d overstepped her bounds or worse yet that they really hadn’t designed this for her. “Oh damn, I’m sorry…maybe I shouldn’t have said all that. Maybe you really didn’t make it for me after all…” Suddenly Rissa was filled with apprehension and feeling a lot less confident.
“Baby, I can hear you, and it was certainly built for you and only you. We were just taken back by your insight and obvious appreciation for what we spent hundreds of hours perfecting.” Mitch was smoothing her hair back, his soft touch soothing her insecurities while igniting a fire deep inside her that had her juices racing out to coat her pussy, and she was sure they had a great view. “And yes, the view is awesome, and seeing how wet you are for us it going to make this punishment even more effective.”
Rissa felt him fastening something she was fairly certain was a butterfly vibrator to her clit. She was quickly swallowed up in the sensation and desire as he slid something inside her vagina, and she felt him secure it so at least she wouldn’t have to try to hold it in place by herself. “Now, baby, there is something you need to know about all these wonderful little gadgets we’re fitting you with. They are all what I like to call reactive. That means they sense when you are just another breath or two from climax, and they adjust accordingly.” Mitch smiled when he saw realization flash across her face, even with her eyes covered, it was obvious she’d figured out this punishment was going to be about delayed completion rather than pain. She’d be getting a bit of pain, too, because they’d discovered she needed it to ensure her orgasms were everything they could be.
“Now, my pet, it’s my turn to add to your introduction to our technological-driven punishment.” Rissa felt him turn her over and raise her in the middle so that her ass was high in the air, and when he pulled her legs fully apart, she knew he had a bird’s eye view of her ass. Oh God, could this be any more embarrassing? Geez, even my OB/GYN doesn’t see this much! “You know what, love, I don’t even need Mitch to tell me you are embarrassed at what I’m seeing. I want you to know that we’ll know your body better than anyone, even you, in very short order. And no one, and I want to make sure we are clear on this…no one touches you without us being present. Since we know you do your own spa treatments that won’t be an issue, but rest assured we’ll be attending each and every appointment you have with physicians for a couple of reasons. First of all, this body belongs to us, so we’ll be very interested in your health and second, it is above all else, our duty and privilege to protect you and that includes making sure no one ever uses their position of power to take advantage of you. Do you understand these things? Because it is important that you understand we’ll expect you to be completely honest with us about any upcoming appointments or any incidents where someone has made you feel uncomfortable.” Bryant’s voice was almost hypnotizing. She was listening but not really absorbing the information, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she’d likely regret not paying closer attention, but his hands were massaging lube in and around her puckered asshole, and she was drowning in the sensations bombarding her system. “Love, you didn’t answer my question.”
Bryant’s tone and stinging slap to the fleshy part of her right ass cheek brought her back to the moment. “Yes, I understand, Sir, but to be honest I’m kind of drowning in everything right now, so I’m hoping there isn’t going to be a quiz later or anything.” Rissa was sure she heard Mitch give a snort of laughter before he tried to disguise it with a cough, and it was several seconds before Bryant spoke so she suspected he was trying to not give away his amusement also.
Mitch had known Rissa was struggling to stay focused, but her humorous admission had caught him off guard, and he’d really had to work to not laugh out loud. Hell, the look on Bryant’s face alone was worth the price of admission to this play session. And even though they were calling it punishment, it was going to be nothing but pure pleasure for their sweet little sub. Both he and Bryant had always enjoyed the Ds lifestyle, and they would continue to play, but it would always take second place to her happiness. They were in total agreement that building their relationship and making sure Rissa never again experienced the loneliness and most recently the paralyzing fear that had been the hallmarks of her life prior to this moment. Despite what she’d said, she didn’t believe it yet, but she would soon, they were here to stay.
Bryant finally brought his amusement under control and spoke evenly to Rissa. “Oh, my love, the rest of your life is going to be the quiz, but rest assured we’ll be happy to remind you each time you forget.” As if to emphasize that point he slid a plug deep inside her ass just as he finished speaking.
No sooner had Bryant pushed the plug deep inside her ass and then all three devices seemed to come to life inside her. Each one pulsed at different and varying speeds, and within seconds she was panting with shallow breaths, and she knew she was mere seconds away from coming when all the sudden everything stopped. “Argh…No! Oh God! Please!” Rissa barely recognized her own voice it was so desperate sounding.
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�Baby, remember, no speaking without permission, because each time you do, your punishment time will be extended.” Mitch couldn’t hear a thing from her because her mind was awash with passion, and he wasn’t getting anything but complete whitewash from her. He rubbed his hands down the sides of her face trying to get her to calm down. They had decided to bring her up and then deny her completion three times before replacing the devices with their own cocks and then giving her the pleasure her body would be craving with a need so blind she wouldn’t even know Bryant had breached her and that pinch of pain would morph into pleasure before her mind had time to process the feeling.
Rissa merely nodded and bit her bottom lip as the butterfly started up first, followed by the vibrator and butt plug, but this time it only took a few seconds before they shut off again, and she had to reach deep within herself to remain quiet, and she was pleased that she’d been able to keep from screaming out in frustration. She concentrated on breathing deeply to focus her mind, not knowing how much longer they’d make her wait was making her crazy.
Mitch watched Rissa struggle to stay calm. Her ability to bring herself back to center was amazing. Mitch knew Bryant was as impatient to sink balls deep in her ass as he was to sink into her hot pussy; and with a quick nod they acknowledged the change in their plans and quickly removed the devices and worked their cocks inside Rissa’s sweet body and set a fast pace that had one of them deep inside her all the time. As Mitch surged in, Bryant withdrew so that only the head of his cock was inside her ass; then as Bryant pushed in deep, Mitch pulled back. They continued until they heard all the soft moans they had come to recognize as signs Rissa was close to coming, just as she passed the point of no return, Bryant leaned forward and whispered, “Come for us, love, share your passion and pleasure with us—let us hear how much you love being fucked by your Masters.”
Rissa only heard “Come for us” before she let go and started falling over the edge in to a deep pool of pleasure. She heard screams in the distance, and it was several seconds before it registered in her frazzled mind that the sounds had come from her. She didn’t know how long she’d been lost in the pleasure, but by the time she’d come back down, she had been removed from their glorious device and placed on the bed between with both Bryant and Mitch who were lying beside her, each trying to catch their breath also. Just as Rissa was getting ready to sit up, she felt the bed shift, and Mitch scooped her up as if she didn’t weigh anything at all and carried her down the hall and back to the master suite’s large hot tub. As he stepped down into the hot water, Bryant started the jets, and the three of them sat for long moments enjoying the afterglow of the earth-shattering orgasms they’d all shared. Leaning her head back against the edge and letting her eyelids slowly drift closed, Rissa sighed softly. “No, baby, you can’t fall asleep in here…you’ll drown.” Mitch’s words were softened by his smile as he lifted her on to his lap. “God, you are so fucking beautiful, I can barely believe you are going to be our wife.”
Bryant moved forward and grasped her feet in his large hands and gently massaged her arches and she knew then she was lost. Her Granny had always rubbed her feet to relax her and help her sleep; and as Bryant’s hands worked up her calves and then back down to her feet again, she fell fast asleep.
Chapter Twenty-Four
New Year’s Eve
Rissa woke up and realized by the bright sunlight shining in to the bedroom, she’d overslept again and for the life of her she couldn’t work up the energy to care. She’d always been an early riser, so there was a part of her that thought she should be embarrassed, but a greater part of her was afraid to move. She was fairly certain she knew why she was being flattened by nausea, but she hadn’t taken a test yet to confirm her suspicions. She also knew that it wasn’t a secret she’d be able to keep very long from either of her husbands. God that sounds so amazing…I didn’t think I’d ever find a man who would want to marry me, let alone two of the sexiest men who ever lived!
While she lay back trying to keep her stomach from rolling completely over, she thought about how beautiful Colt and Jenna’s Christmas Eve wedding had been. The entire celebration had been held in the gardens of The Club, and there must have been ten thousand lights that created a winter wonderland that was unlike anything Rissa had ever seen. She and Jenna had teased Catherine Lamont that it was probably visible from the International Space Station, and Hurricane Catherine had promptly pulled out her cell phone and called a senator who had called NASA and requested they check and take photos. Rissa had laughed until she’d cried, and then been scolded by the makeup artist when her face had to be “redone” before the photographer arrived.
The wedding had been the social event of the decade in their small community, and no one had been excluded. Trace Bartell had even brought a date, a gorgeous young woman with long chestnut hair. Rissa thought her name was Tori, but she hadn’t really gotten a chance to visit with her. She really needed to be a better neighbor, but she’d been so busy trying not to toss her cookies in front of anyone, she hadn’t been going anywhere but work.
Tonight was New Year’s Eve, and Rissa had been looking forward to the party being held at The Club. She’d been fretting about what to wear for weeks. She and Mitch had been married in a quiet civil ceremony in town, but the wedding that counted had been the one held earlier in December where she’d been “joined” to both Mitch and Bryant. The dress they had bought her was the most beautiful thing she’d ever worn, and she’d been touched beyond words that they’d thought of everything down to silk thigh-high stockings and Jimmy Choos.
Even though they were married, she was looking forward to her Collaring at The Club at the stroke of midnight during the New Year’s Eve celebration tonight. Now all she had to do was get up and get dressed and find something to eat before she was sick or passed out again. She’d eaten enough soda crackers that she’d wished she’d bought stock in the company because she was sure it had gone up sharply. Even the checkers at the local grocery were starting to look at her skeptically—yeah her time for coming clean with them was coming up real fast. But she really wanted to get her collar, and she just knew they’d shut down the ceremony if they knew she was pregnant. The Doms at The Club were all super possessive of the changes that pregnancy brought about, or so she’d heard that from many of the members.
Oh yeah, her husbands would also have a crap fit if they knew she’d fainted twice in the last couple of days. She was hoping to tell them after the ceremony tonight, and since she hadn’t actually taken a test yet, she reasoned she didn’t need to say anything just yet. Okay, so she’d admit it was a lame excuse, but it was all she had, so she was going with it.
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Mitch was in the Crow’s Nest as the security command center was affectionately known at the ShadowDance Club, sitting next to Bryant as they watched Rissa move around in her spa putting the finishing touches on her makeup. There wasn’t any reason for her to adjust her clothing because she was naked in preparation for tonight’s ceremony. “You know, she is even more beautiful now that she’s carrying our child? Look at the subtle changes that sweet baby is already making in his or her mama. I wonder how long she thinks she can get away with not telling us.” Bryant chuckled as he thought about how they’d known for a couple weeks that she was pregnant and trying to conceal her nausea from them. They’d let her go as long as they were going to though. They’d heard earlier from Kat that Rissa had asked about fainting and had finally admitted to fainting a couple of times recently.
“She’s going to be disappointed when we pull the rug out from under her Collaring ceremony you know? I know I’m going to hate the look on her face, but I’d hate having every man in the room looking at my pregnant wife more. And yeah, I know they won’t know, but we’ll know, and I just can’t deal with that.” They were waiting on his relief to show up and then they were heading down to the spa to have a little chat with their sweet but sneaky wife. Mitch knew the news they’d gotten earlier from Dylan
Marshall about the release of both men who had tried to kill Rissa was going to hit her hard, and they wanted to keep that under their hat as long as possible. “Well, she’ll still get her collar but without the public play session we’d planned.” They’d already told Alex and Zach that their plans had changed, and both men had understood since they’d been in a nearly identical position some months ago. “Did you find the dress you want her to wear tonight? I don’t want her wearing panties, but those big beautiful nipples need to be hidden from view. It’s amazing how quickly those changed isn’t it? I can’t wait to read the rest of the books the Lamonts gave us, and I noticed Kat seemed thrilled to get them out of her husbands’ hands.” He laughed when he thought about how relieved Katarina Lamont had seemed at the thought of getting rid the books Alex and Zach quoted each time they wanted to restrict her activities.
“Yes, everything is in the closet in her spa.” Mitch was relieved when they were finally making their way down the stairs and moving in to the dimly lit corridor leading to Rissa’s small spa. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Rissa lying curled up on the massage table fast asleep, and the sight of her looking so innocent and peaceful stopped them both in their tracks. “God she is so fucking beautiful.” Mitch’s voice was filled with reverence.
Bryant stepped forward and leaned over to brush her hair from her face. “I hope our child has her amazing hair. It’s the color of an autumn sunset, and the curls are the softest thing I have ever felt. I love running my hands through the silky length of her hair. You know I read in one of the books Kat gave us that her hair will grow faster and get really full as her pregnancy progresses?” He leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss over her lips. “Wake up, love. That’s it, open those gorgeous emerald eyes for us.”
