by Zoey Marcel
Logan stood and stared down at her in a superior way that was ultra-sexy, making her automatically glance down.
“Stand up and come over here,” Ben ordered.
She stood and approached him in the center of the living room.
He didn’t say a word as he tied her gloved wrists together above her head with ropes he’d attached from a hook in the ceiling.
Logan picked up one of the floggers Ben had laid out. “Bullhide—that’s good.”
“Yeah, the other one is buffalo I think,” Ben replied. He walked around to stand in front of her. “I don’t have a spreader bar, but keep your legs spread anyway.”
“Yes, Sir.”
It shouldn’t turn her on this much to be bound and stripped for the two alpha men. It went against every feminist principle she had in her, yet her body hummed with anticipation, and her nipples protruded brazenly, practically begging for attention.
“He’s going to show me how to flog you,” Ben explained. “Then while I’m flogging you he’s going to use the goodies he brought for you.”
A tiny spasm played happily in her womb. “Yes, Sir.”
Her warm flow smeared on his finger when he tested her wetness. She shivered at the fiery heat in his eyes and the delicate thrill of his firm sensuous lips touching the tender spot behind her ear.
“You’re such a sweet little slut,” he murmured gently, grazing her earlobe with his teeth.
She sighed and her mouth fell open at the breathy insult. Her vagina lubricated itself in desperation to be the whore he accused her of being.
Ben and Logan each took a flogger and walked around behind her. She tensed at the sound of their smoldering voices directly behind her and her inability to see them or stop them from doing whatever they wanted to her. She shrieked when a sudden swat landed on her fanny.
“Relax and keep those thighs open for us,” Ben commanded in a firm tone that made her melt.
She spread her legs, hoping the sheen of liquid desire coating her folds wasn’t obvious. Her thoughts raged inside her like a furious storm, and she only caught bits of their conversation.
“This one isn’t as heavy as the buffalo, so it’s going to give off more of a sting when it hits her,” Logan explained. “Since this isn’t a punishment scene, I assume you want it to be about pleasure as equally as you do pain?”
“Yeah,” Ben answered.
She felt one of the floggers trail along her back. The tails felt dense yet spongy as they slithered across her naked flesh like erotic snakes.
“Then first you’ll want to make sure she’s aroused and warm up her skin. Do you want to leave marks?” Logan asked.
“I’d like to, yeah.”
She flinched when the flogger tapped her bottom lightly several times and then her thighs and upper back.
“When you strike her you want to avoid her kidneys, spine, and joints. Just focus on her ass, thighs, and upper back,” Logan explained. “I noticed on her list of limits it didn’t mention how either of you feel about wrapping.”
Her mind swarmed with questions. Logan had seen her list of hard and soft limits? How embarrassing. Being so exposed before she even knew about it gave her a sense of being powerless and owned. The thought nearly made her moan.
“I’m fine with it if she is,” Ben decided.
“How do you feel about the flogger possibly wrapping around you when it hits?” Logan asked her. “It will hurt a hell of a lot more that way.”
She swallowed. “I don’t know. Can we wait and see?”
A sudden stinging thud to her buttocks stole a frantic gasp from her and she jolted.
“Your husband told you to call me Sir,” Logan reminded her.
“Spread your legs, Jill,” Ben ordered.
She gulped and obeyed. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Logan, Sir.”
What happened to sweet, gentlemanly Logan? Evidently he was a beast during a scene. His darker persona intrigued and startled her.
“Yes, sub. We can wait and see,” Ben told her.
Their words faded into the background when she suddenly felt more naked and helpless.
Her good friend Claudia Presley from Malibu had texted her earlier. Jill had made the mistake of mentioning BDSM and Claudia wanted to know who was topping who. Jill had been too embarrassed to tell her ball-busting friend that she and Ben were pursuing a lifestyle relationship with each other, so she told Claudia that she had turned dominatrix and Ben was her little slave boy.
Jill wondered if she’d ever be able to openly admit to being a nonstop submissive. She’d enjoyed Claudia’s approval over her fabricated Domme story, though she felt guilty. Something told her to confess her lie to Ben, but that was just her stupid, brainless half. She didn’t need to confess her sins to her husband. Fuck him.
The sudden soft strikes to her ass brought her back. Judging by their conversation, Logan was showing Ben a few examples of proper blows. The first hits on her ass, legs, and upper back fell light before the wicked tentacles accelerated and stung her with their fiery tips.
Jill squirmed and danced, unable to keep from crying out and moving slightly with each unique hit the tails made on her skin.
“If you just use the tips it gives off more of a sting, but the more of the tails you use, it’ll cause more of a thud,” Logan informed him. “Go ahead and try. Just remember to avoid her spine and kidneys. I wouldn’t let it wrap around her either until we see what she’s comfortable with. Since it’s your first time just use one flogger at a time. Start with the bullhide and work your way up.”
“Thanks. Use your safe word if you have to, sweetheart.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She waited in silence while Logan presumably handed the flogger over to Ben. A moment later the leather strands were at it again, lashing swiftly across her supple flesh. They left a brutal trail of heat behind as they made their hasty retreat.
At first Ben’s motions seemed timid and uncertain, but he seemed to get the hang of it after a while. Occasionally he stopped flogging her to caress her warmed-up skin with his fingertips and the sensual leather tails.
Then the intimacy vanished and was supplanted with fierce discipline that heated every part of her skin that it touched. Her upper back burned and her ass and thighs felt like they were on fire. There were angry stings from the bitchy tips and then stinging thuds from the ominous leather as the flogger heated and punished her simultaneously.
She came out of this strange seizure of pleasured panic to realize she was sweating and Logan stood only a few feet in front of her watching her. She blushed beneath his unmoving gaze that betrayed nothing.
Frantic delight and apprehension skittered through her when she saw him pick up a mini flogger. It was adorable, but did he remember that she didn’t want her breasts flogged?
Jill groaned softly and pushed into the soft leather that fondled her naked pussy. She cried out in pain when he pulled back and struck her bare cunt with a quick flick of his wrist. Her mons swelled from the hot abuse and it tingled with pain, though her clit seemed to approve of the nasty blow.
She twisted and writhed against the taut ropes that bound her as her husband and best friend alternated between leather caresses and biting lashes that stung and burned her flesh everywhere they touched her.
After a bit Logan set the mini flogger aside and went into his bag. He pulled out a black leather glove with tiny tacks on the palm and fingertips.
Uh-oh.
He smiled when he saw the consternation she likely conveyed. “Do you know what vampire gloves are, pet?”
She gulped a sudden wave of dread, though she was curious. “I do now, Sir.”
He arched a brow and she realized he probably took that as her being facetious.
“I didn’t mean any—”
“Quiet,” he growled.
She’d never seen Logan like this. It excited the hell out of her, though it unnerved her, too. Ben had always been the tough bastard and Logan was her sweet tedd
y bear of consolation. Now it seemed to be the other way around. Logan had a dark side that he hadn’t told her about.
He approached her with a searing authority and molten lust. “I understand blood play is a soft limit for you.”
Her body was caught between uncertainty and inquisitive bliss.
“Your husband is fine with me drawing blood, but whether or not I decide to this time has yet to be determined.”
She cringed when Ben stopped flogging her and split her butt cheeks apart. His callused fingers felt rough against her flaming skin, but humiliation was a keener effect. “Ben, what are you doing?”
A defeated outcry slipped past her lips when Ben nipped her sore ass with his teeth, and Logan jerked her head back by her hair.
“He’s doing what he wants, pet,” Logan told her in a dark, commanding tone. “It’s his right to lick your ass if he chooses to. When you’re a slave he’ll lick your tight little asshole all he wants to and you won’t be able to protest or deny your Master.”
The possibility of being even more helpless than she already was made her shiver with heightened awareness.
“Now, as long as I don’t squeeze too hard or hit you with this glove, it won’t draw blood,” Logan murmured in a provocative hush as he grazed her breast tissue with the spiked, threatening minions. “But then again, we still don’t know whether or not I’m going to let you off that easily, do we, pet?”
Heat enveloped her sore, throbbing body at his ambiguity and sexy taunting. “No, Sir.”
Her nipples prickled and tingled at the ominous kiss of the tiny tacks.
“Do you know how many tacks are on here, sub?” Logan asked in a dangerous tone.
Ben’s slippery swirls evolved into him cramming his tongue into her ass and fucking her with liquid velvet thrusts that drove her insane with lust and made her feel even more vulnerable.
“No, Sir.” Her voice cracked slightly when she answered.
“Ninety-six,” Logan replied as he brushed her breasts and tummy with tickling caresses of the spikes. “Ninety-six little tacks that want to run along your hot, supple flesh like teasing fingers.”
She shivered with cold and then grew feverish when the tickling firmed to sudden prickling scratches.
“Ninety-six little tacks that want to penetrate your soft flesh and fuck you with pain.”
She let out a feeble sound of pleasured pain when the glove swiped her sensitive belly, leaving a long, white scratch. Her pussy pounded and swelled when the glove dipped lower and skimmed over her smooth, sweaty labia.
“They want to drive deep inside you until you cream with blood for them,” Logan whispered darkly.
She gasped when a mini spike lightly grazed her clit at the same time Ben pierced a finger up her cunt from behind. Logan’s dirty parallel and the way Ben mouth-fucked her ass and finger-fucked her pussy had her reeling toward some higher level of pleasure.
Ben’s tongue retreated with a lewd slurping noise that made her even wetter. “Suck her cunt. I want her to come.”
Her pussy dripped at his permission, and she saw the hot flare of lust in Logan’s dark brown eyes. He got down on his knees and kissed a pattern all over her clammy mons before spreading her fleshy sex lips. She cried out and whimpered when he tongued her damp folds while Ben probed her ass with his tongue.
Ben made it a point to squeeze her sore ass, making her mewl in pain and then moan with bliss. Something was happening to her, but she didn’t know what. It was as if she wanted them to hurt her, as though they could flog her to a pulp and she would have felt pain that gave her pleasure too good to be real.
Logan’s stubbly chin brushed her sensitive folds roughly, giving just enough harshness to aid the gentle strokes of his satiny tongue. When Ben’s finger retreated from her core, Logan’s digit supplanted it.
“Bleed for me, Jill,” Logan whispered as he pressed into her thigh hard with the spiked glove.
A mangled cry tore from her throat when she felt the tacks pierce her soft flesh and dig deeper. Even without looking down she felt the wet droplets of blood pool to the surface of her skin, but she looked anyway. The crimson stream that trickled from her punctures married the silken appendages fucking her holes and plunged her into orgasm. Her cunt gripped Logan’s finger while he laved her pulsing clitoris, and her anus latched onto Ben’s tongue. His feral grunt and the way he dug his nails into her battered butt cheeks only catapulted the orgasmic sensations that much higher.
Neil walked in just then and saw all of this. Seeing him standing there with his mouth hung open and the door open wide made the aftershock almost as good as her climax had been.
“Hot mama, I knew the show would be good, but holy crap!” he exclaimed happily.
Jill offered him a shy smile, feeling vulnerable and exhilarated. She blushed when she saw Brenda from the coffee shop walk by outside. The curvy barista was loud-mouthed and crass. Jill often felt embarrassed around her, but now she was absolutely humiliated by the way Brenda stopped on the sidewalk and stared through the screen door at her bound and naked in the living room.
Brenda’s loud “hell yeah” inflamed Jill’s cheeks.
“Neil, shut the fucking door!” she yelled, wailing when Ben bit her left loaf and Logan slapped her cunt.
“Leave it open until I say,” Ben countered.
Neil laughed and waved to Brenda where she stood planted outside like a perverted little voyeur.
“Ben, you twit!” Jill reviled him, yelping when he slapped her ass.
“I believe the words you’re searching for are ‘Yes, Sir,’” he returned.
Her jaw tightened. “Yes, Sir.”
“Neil, close the door,” said Ben.
“You do that and you’re giving in to her,” Logan warned. “What you do now in this training period will set the pattern for your permanent relationship. Unless she uses her safe word, you should close the door when you want it closed, not when she does.”
For the first time in her life Jill found herself wanting to slap Logan.
Ben sounded like a happy jackass from behind her. “You’re right. Neil, leave it open and come rub this pussy to orgasm.”
Hot juices gathered in her slit at the idea of being humiliated by these studs. She hated that it was Brenda who saw this, but the fact that it was another woman and one she wished wasn’t here made her feel all the more defenseless and conquered by these dominant men. Evidently humiliation was a much stronger aphrodisiac than she could have imagined.
Logan stepped aside and watched while Ben stood behind Jill, massaging and rolling her breasts so the other woman could see. Neil got down on his knees to the side of her and played with her sensitized clit while Brenda watched.
Jill creamed harder when the woman palmed her own breast and stared intently while the men groped and fondled her. Neil rubbed Jill’s sweaty pussy and trailed his finger in her steamy nectar in between toying with her blood-filled clit.
Ben whispered sweet perversions in her ear, nibbling the lobe while he rolled and tweaked her breasts for the other woman’s entertainment and her own pleasure. “She’s watching you, Jill. I bet you anything she’ll go home and touch herself later to dirty thoughts of you. She’ll play with her clit and make herself wet, remembering you bound and naked. When she comes it’ll be your face that she sees, your body. She’ll know what you look like when you come.”
Jill lost her breath, feeling her face flush with humiliation even as her mons swelled with forbidden desire.
“I’m going to find a way to get you into subspace, babe,” Ben whispered. “And when I do you’ll realize how much power I have over you. There won’t be any more barriers between us, Jill. I’ll know you completely, and you’ll know me completely. You’ll be just like those women you read about. Conquered. Collared. Submissive. Owned.”
She shuddered, feeling a confusing storm of uncertainty and lust surge through her.
“I’m going to make you my slave, sweetheart,” h
e breathed into her ear and licked it gently, leaving warm moisture behind. His hands kneaded her breasts. “I want you to come with that thought, knowing that in the end you’ll be my slave.”
Jill came long and hard from his threatening words and Neil’s insistent stimulation on her sex. Her womb shuddered with volcanic spasms and her pussy gushed her release down her inner thighs. When her eyes opened she blushed at Brenda’s excited “hell yeah.”
Ben sounded like he grinned. “Neil, go ahead and shut the door now.”
Neil bounced up and walked over to the door. “Sorry, Brenda. Show’s over.”
Brenda whined and started to walk away. “Ah, damn! One hell of a show, though!”
Neil chuckled and waved to her before closing and locking the front door. He came back and sat down on the couch. “What now, sheriff?”
Ben sounded far too happy. “I think I’ll flog her some more. What do you think, Logan?”
Logan gave him a small smile as he held Jill’s bewildered gaze and listened to her hard, uneven breathing. “She’s already slipping under.”
What the hell were they talking about?
* * * *
Ben squirted some lube onto his fingers and deftly worked them into his wife’s anus. The way she shivered and flinched was breathtaking. When he felt she’d been stretched and relaxed enough, he pushed the ass plug into her butt hole.
“Ben…Sir,” Jill pleaded for more as she nudged against the invasive object, welcoming its fullness and the intense stretching it likely gave her.
He brushed the hump of her ass with the back of his finger, admiring her toned curves and his handiwork. Ben picked up the flogger and resumed the gentle touches and hard slaps to her heated body. He kept her guessing with each different strike in various places on her skin.
He noticed her behavior quickly starting to change. She still seemed like she was experiencing intense pain, but now she seemed drugged with pleasure as well.
