Fournicopia

by Delilah Devlin

  With doubts still swirling inside her, she turned to eye the man who’d filled her thoughts from the moment their gazes first met. He’d been handsome and intimidating in his dark uniform, but naked, he was devastating.

  Not an ounce of fat softened his large frame. Muscles flexed in his shoulders. His round buttocks drew her gaze. Lord, she wanted to play there. See how much he could take.

  All that power would be leashed—and all hers. She raised her chin, indicating to her helper, standing at the back of the crowd, that it was time to begin.

  From the corner of his eye, Gus watched Craig striding through the crowd. He wore loose drawstring pants. His chest and arms were oiled and his face was set. Only a friend would note the wicked delight dancing in his green eyes.

  Gus gave him a frown, not understanding until Craig climbed the steps onto the platform and reached up to grab for the first cuff.

  Craig raised an eyebrow.

  Gus muttered under his breath, but lifted his arm and let Craig fasten the metal restraint to his wrist, then repeat the process until Gus stood with both his arms raised.

  “Grip the metal bars,” Craig said softly. “They’ll save your wrists.”

  Gus fit his fingers around the bars inside the top of the stirrup-shaped cuffs and held tight.

  A man familiar with restraints, Gus felt a moment’s panic when he pulled and felt the bite of the metal around his wrists. Cold sweat broke on his forehead.

  Craig backed away, but didn’t leave.

  Footsteps clicked behind him. Hands stroked his shoulders, his back, his buttocks. Gus hadn’t known he needed Aislinn’s familiar caress until he breathed deeply. His cock bobbed against his belly.

  Aislinn walked around him, sliding into the space between his body and the sawhorse. She tilted her head back to meet his gaze. Again, she glided her hands over his chest, his abdomen, downward, cupping his erection and gripping it firmly, pulling on it until he lifted on his toes.

  The chains above him tightened, taking up the slack.

  “If you feel pain in your shoulders, tell me,” she said softly. “You won’t disappoint me.”

  He nodded, but his mouth dried. His cock hardened further as she ran her firm grip up and down his shaft.

  She reached beside her, palm up. Craig stepped to a tray Gus hadn’t seen at the side of the platform and picked up a bundle of black straps, which he handed to Aislinn, a slight smirk curving his mouth.

  Aislinn deftly unwound them, and then formed a cup which she slid slowly down his dick. A pull on one band tightened the leather around the base of his cock. A cradle of criss-crossed bands cinched around his balls.

  “That necessary?” he whispered.

  “Since I haven’t told you my rules yet, I’ll let your question slide.” When she dropped her hands, she came closer, her chest crowding his. She reached up, cupped his ears, and pulled his face down. “Hear me now. Unless your shoulders hurt, you aren’t allowed to speak until I ask a direct question. When you respond, end each answer with ‘Mistress’.”

  She waited, raising one brow.

  Gus gave a curt nod, liking a little too much the feel of the soft, buttery leather of her skirt pressing against his cock.

  Placing a palm alongside his cheek, she rose on her toes, locking their gazes. “We’ve come a long way in a very short time, Gus. So far, I’ve gone light on you, letting you get to know me while I learned your strengths. I’m going to push you tonight—so far out of your comfort zone, you might balk. Trust me.” She rasped the pad of her thumb over his lower lip. “When we’re done, I’ll give you a treat. Anything you want. As reward.”

  Gus’s gaze narrowed, dropping to her chest for a moment before rising again. His cock jerked against her.

  Her mouth slid into satisfied smile. “Later, baby. I’ll give you back your pride in spades.”

  Chapter Six

  Knowing everyone watched and likely wondered what the hell she was doing, Aislinn shut everything and everyone out of her mind, concentrating instead on the taut set of Gus’s jaw and the fierce pride gleaming in his eyes.

  Seeing him seemed to clarify something in her mind. No longer confounded by her intense attraction, she embraced it—and him.

  “Tonight, and longer if you want it, you belong to me,” she whispered.

  Gus became still. His gaze glittered as he stared down at her, and his jaw firmed.

  Aislinn gave him a soft smile then lowered, barely resisting the need to kiss his mouth. Later, she’d give him everything he deserved for giving himself completely into her care. A stirring of deep emotions, of gratitude and something else she was afraid to name just yet, filled her, strengthening her to continue. She’d never felt like this before. As though a bond had formed, that his pleasure was hers, and his sacrifice of pride and control was somehow a selfless gift—a token of his love.

  Soft murmurs rose from the crowd. And she knew what they must be saying. That such a bull of a man, restrained and acquiescent, was a wondrous thing. How would he react? How far would she take him? Even Aislinn wasn’t sure. All depended on Gus and his endurance, his subjugation of his inner self—and her abilities to peel back the layers of his pride to find what lay nestled at the center. The restraints were a necessity should he resist anywhere along the road they traveled.

  Stepping around the sawhorse, she went to the tray, flipped back the covering and selected the first of the tools she planned to use.

  The short, suede-leather flogger was one of her favorite warm-up implements. Too soft to mark the flesh, it warmed the skin and prepared the sub’s mind for what came next.

  She returned to the man standing so still in the spotlight. Without a warning, she lifted her arm and lashed down and at an angle across the tops of his buttocks.

  The large muscles clenched, jerking slightly.

  “Count for me,” she said softly.

  Gus blew a harsh breath, but at the next stroke, said, “Two.”

  Aislinn reached out and pinched a firm buttock hard. “Two, what?” she asked in a firmer tone.

  “Two, Mistress,” he said, his voice roughening.

  “Very good. Keep counting.” She laid the flogger’s soft leather flanges across the other buttock, the swell of each, then the backs of his thighs while he counted quietly, unalarmed, perhaps even soothed by her steady strokes.

  Brushing him with even lashes that trailed slowly off his skin in light caresses, she worked, her arm and shoulders warming to the task, her mind emptying as she concentrated.

  She raised her arm high and slapped his shoulders, his back, letting the flanges wrap around his sides. She swatted up the insides of his calves, pausing to nudge his feet apart, liking the way his body grew alert again the higher the soft swats climbed.

  When she stroked between his buttocks, his cheeks clenched. “Thirty, Mistress,” he ground out rough as sandpaper.

  So she continued applying soothing swats, the pace even, calming, until he slowly released. That’s when she gave an upward stroke, laying the strands across his balls.

  His breath hissed between his teeth. However, she knew she’d only startled him, because he shook his head and spread his feet wider, inviting her to continue. “Forty-one…Mistress,” he said so softly she knew most wouldn’t hear.

  Pride warmed her as much as the exercise. He trusted her to do no harm, despite his natural instinct to protect the most sensitive part of his body. His regard for her trumped his deep-seated need for self-preservation.

  Aislinn moved away from his balls, brushing his ass again, then paused to feel his buttocks, noting the warmth and pinkened skin. Because he’d earned it, she reached between his legs and fondled him, gripping his cock to test the tensile strength of his erection then rolling his balls in her palm until his legs trembled.

  Satisfied, she walked back to the tray and picked another flogger, this one stiffer with longer, rolled-leather flanges.

  Coming back to Gus, who hadn’t turned to watch
what she was doing but who stood stoically, his gaze eyeing a spot above the crowd on the far wall, she tucked the flogger under her arm and gripped the corners of his hips.

  “Craig, move the sawhorse closer.”

  Craig leaped to obey, a cheerful bounce in his step as he approached and inched the heavy sawhorse close to Gus’s hips. Then Craig went to the wall and turned the wheel where the chain wound around it, and slowly lowered Gus’s arms.

  Aislinn glided a hand up the center of Gus’s strong back, spread her fingers and pushed. “Bend over it.”

  A low growl rumbled through Gus. She knew he wanted to refuse by the way his shoulders bunched. However, he bent, laying his belly against the padded bar, his arms now stretched to the sides and slightly back.

  Quickly, she kicked apart his feet, not giving him time to think about what he exposed to the audience. She knew the moment he realized it, because he tried to tighten his buttocks to hide his small, puckered hole.

  She let the little rebellion go. Knew he wouldn’t voice his objection. Not when she began to sting his ass with the flogger. The first stroke landed across both cheeks.

  He hissed between his teeth. His hands tightened around the bars in the stirrups, knuckles whitening.

  She waited.

  Gus shook his head, growled deeply but gave her what she wanted. “One…Mistress.”

  He sounded pissed. She was all right with that. His dignity was suffering, and he was a proud man.

  She stepped farther away, aimed at his left cheek and gave the flogger a snap, which landed the flanges in a stinging crack.

  He rocked against the sawhorse. “Two, Mistress.” This time his voice was breathier. She’d bet anything his cock was so hard it ached.

  Again and again, she landed stinging pops against his buttocks and the backs of his thighs, red stripes swelling on his pale cheeks. Careful not to strike the same spot twice, she worked until her biceps burned and sweat trickled from her hair line.

  “Twenty-seven, Mistress,” he bit out, his voice louder.

  He’d had enough. She laid the flogger on the tray, grabbed a small container of numbing salve and worked it into his hot skin.

  His legs trembled, his ass eased, opening. She traced his crack with a fingertip and painted his little hole. “You’ve done well,” she said, keeping her voice soft and her tone even. “But I want more. Will you give it to me?” she asked, circling the sensitive orifice.

  “Jesus,” he whispered. When she prodded the opening, slipping inside, his head sagged between his shoulders.

  She raised her gaze to Craig. “The blindfold, please.”

  Still toying with his ass, she pressed inside, swirling her finger into his hot channel while Craig tied the blindfold.

  Giving Craig a wink, she waited while he rolled down the band of his sweats, not stopping until he freed his cock and balls. He gave himself several gliding pumps to stiffen his erection, then glanced up and gave her a nod.

  She withdrew her finger and wiped it clean with a wet wipe, then strode toward Gus’s head, standing to one side. Digging a finger under his chin, she raised his face. “Do you belong to me?”

  His mouth crimped tight, his jaw tightened, muscles rippling along the edge. “Yes, Mistress” he said, his breath gusting.

  Aislinn felt her mouth twitch. The big guy was really worried about what she planned next. “Then open your mouth. Take what I give you. Know that it pleases me to watch.”

  Craig came closer, a grimace stretching his mouth.

  She poked his side and gave him a scowl. “You wanted to be my switch.”

  “Buddy…bite me,” he whispered harshly, “and I swear…”

  Gus’s lips clamped tight. He’d guessed what she wanted.

  She bent closer to his ear. “You refuse. This ends.” But she didn’t really mean it. Not deep inside. In fact, if he balked now, she’d understand. She held her breath.

  Gus gave a groan, which rumbled through his body. His hands gripped the bars so hard the muscles of his forearms rippled.

  Aislinn waited, holding her breath, but then his mouth opened, even as his shoulders and chest tightened in rejection.

  She let out a deep breath and bent to kiss his cheek, then glanced to Craig.

  Craig placed the head of his cock against Gus’s mouth and slowly fed it inside.

  Gus growled around it, the sounds animalistic, but dying away the deeper Craig sank. When half his friend’s dick was inside, she leaned toward Gus’s ear. “Baby, suck it. For me.”

  His mouth locked around Craig, then began to pull. Sweat beaded on his forehead, deep ruddy color stained his forehead, cheeks and shoulders.

  Soft applause sounded around them, an acknowledgement that everyone knew this big, hetero guy was doing this for her alone, but she ignored it, massaging his straining shoulders until he relaxed and accepted the strokes Craig gave him—slowly at first, then gaining in speed and depth.

  She walked quietly back to the tray, touched a butt plug, but passed it. Gus had given up his pride for her. Had exposed himself in ways he never would for anyone else. She knew it deep in her heart. She could do no less.

  She unzipped her skirt and let it fall, kicking it to the side. Naked below, she stepped into the harness, fitted the dildo to the front, then lubed it generously.

  It wasn’t large, but for a man who’d never had anything other than a finger up his ass, it would still hurt. Picking up a tube of desensitizing lube, she returned to Gus, stroked his cheeks to calm him, cupped his balls and tugged them gently, then reached farther between his legs and stroked the length of his steel-hard erection.

  The tension in his body eased, the sounds he made became less growling, softening to choked grunts the deeper Craig drove his big cock.

  She parted Gus’s buttocks and pressed the nozzle of the tube against his anus. She squeezed out a dime-sized dollop then rubbed it around and around his hole. She lubed her fingers and worked first one then two inside.

  While Craig cradled Gus’s cheeks to ease the strain on Gus’s neck, his strokes growing stronger and faster, she worked three fingers inside, loving how tight he was, how strong the tiny muscles were as they squeezed around her.

  Gus’s body began to shudder, his hips wriggled, pushing up and down in shallow dips as she finger-fucked him. When his desperate sounds became deep, agonized groans, she pulled out her fingers and fit the tip of the dildo against his ass and slowly pressed forward.

  His legs stiffened. His buttocks grew rigid.

  She reached beneath him and gripped his cock, feathering her thumb over the tip, scraping her nails gently up and down his shaft until he relented. Then slowly, gently, she pushed farther inside.

  Gus knew he should have been mortified with Craig’s dick tickling his tonsils and Aislinn fucking his ass in front of his friends and a crowd of people he didn’t really know, but he’d never felt like this before. His mind was completely blown. Floating in wave after wave of ecstasy, almost like slipping outside his body, he felt so light, so free.

  Sure, his ass stung where she’d whipped him. His jaws ached from leaning up to take the cock gliding on his tongue while he suckled it, pulling it with strong draws. The fullness cramming into ass stretched his hole and burned. When she’d played with his anus, he’d been alarmed, ready to issue a garbled refusal, but then he’d have had to shove out the warm, steamy cock, which strangely gave him comfort, and would have had to disappoint the woman whose gaze had mesmerized him when she’d stood on her toes and told him she’d give him anything if he’d trust her.

  He’d surrendered right at that moment, determined to be the best she’d ever had, to belong to her as she’d said. He wanted that more than anything.

  So he took Craig’s cock, despite the fact he knew his buddies were watching and he’d never hear an end to their teasing, and he took the dildo shoving up his ass faster and faster.

  His only complaint, if his mouth hadn’t been too full to utter it, was that
his dick felt ready to burst, so full of blood and heat the skin felt ready to split if he didn’t come soon. His entire body shuddered and quivered.

  Then he felt it—her motions eased. She reached beneath him. With one flick of her finger, she freed him from constriction. Relief trembled through him. He gave a muffled shout, moving his hips inside the hand encircling him, fucking through it, ready to blow. But she hadn’t said he could, and he wouldn’t—not until she said so. He’d come too far, sacrificed too much, to spoil her moment.

  “It’s okay, Gus,” she said, her whisper strained. “It’s okay. Come for me. Do it now, baby.”

  Tears filled his eyes. Thanking God for the blindfold that hid his distress, he clamped hard around Craig, sucking him in deeper until he felt the first spurt of hot come jetting down his throat. Gus rammed his hips against the sawhorse, forward and back to meet her steady strokes, and finally came in a tense, furious flurry.

  The strength of his orgasm caught him by surprise. His breath held, his body hardened—back arched, buttocks clenched. A deep, throaty moan vibrated around the cock stuffed in his mouth. His balls, so tight and hard, exploded, sending thick, scalding spurts bubbling from his cockhead to soak the hand gliding urgently up and down his shaft.

  When at last he stopped moving, Gus lay draped over the sawhorse, completely spent, only the chains keeping him from folding toward the floor. Craig withdrew his softening cock.

  Freed to breathe through his mouth, Gus hung there, arms stretched, his body shaking head to toe.

  The dildo withdrew and hands were suddenly everywhere, lifting him upright, a strong shoulder coming under his own. The manacles were unlocked, freeing his wrists. The blindfold loosened and fell away.

  The first thing he saw was Aislinn’s face just beneath his. She slid her arms around him and hugged him, the dildo she’d had to have worn no longer attached to the harness encircling her thighs and naked crotch. He had the urge to tell her to get some clothes on, but then he was naked, and so was she, so his next thought was how much he wanted her under him, his cock, soft or not, resting inside her, comforted by her warmth.