by Simone Sinna
“She was very beautiful, smart, and even had a lot of her own money so I knew she wasn’t after me for that.”
“But…?”
“But she also thought she could play games with me.”
“High Tower type games?” Sienna whispered.
“In part,” said Steve, “but more she blurred what happened here with the outside world. She thought she could come between me and my family. She was wrong.”
Sienna felt she was missing something. But Steve’s hand was cupping her breast from behind and his breath was hot on her neck and thinking was becoming increasingly difficult. Loyal to family was good. So was how he was making her feel. The pain of the bruise and her tiredness seemed to be fading.
“So you want a girlfriend that embraces your family?” Sienna managed to say.
“Yes, you could say that,” said Steve. “I have some preferences also that might not be to your taste and while I wouldn’t inflict them on you…”
“…it would be helpful if your partner shared them?”
“Yes.” Steve nibbled on her ear. “Could I interest you in some after-dinner entertainment?”
Sienna’s body seemed to have a mind of its own around this man. She nodded. Interest? She was desperate for some. Maybe she was becoming an adrenaline junkie.
Steve took her hand and led her out of the room, but rather than going upstairs he unlocked the door under the stairs. “My favorite room,” he said, eyes looking at her in challenge.
Trembling, Sienna followed him downstairs, barely able to make out the corridor he led her down. At the end he swung open a large door into what for all intents and purposes was a dungeon. Just one with heating, plush red and purple rugs, and a lot of unfamiliar looking equipment. One, the table, she swore looked like a rack she’d once seen in a torture museum. She hovered in the doorway.
“It was inspired by the Marquis de Sade and the Inquisition,” said Steve, sitting down in a large chair set back off the rug. “But I assure you with an intent focused on pleasure. Like we have already shared, only even greater.”
Sienna was trying to take it all in, her nervousness palpable in every pore.
Steve smiled gently. “Your safe word will still work in here.”
* * * *
Since Connell’s phone call, Steve had experienced almost every possible emotion. There was the sheer disbelief that some slip of a girl had pulled the wool over his and Connell’s eyes. Then there was the bewilderment about who she could possibly be working for, but it kept coming back to DJ. Next had been the real possibility she was in danger and he was impotent, having to rely on Connell. Connell, despite thinking she was Elle, was obviously attracted to her, but this was less of an issue and might even be a bonus, but only if she was genuine and the whole thing hadn’t been an act.
Seeing her tonight had been necessary. They had to work out who she was and what she was doing, but even knowing she was playing some game, with one or both of them, didn’t stop him wanting her. She was like milk and honey tempered with exotic spice. That she was more complicated than she seemed added to the attraction but he was afraid it might also mean she would be as disastrous a partner as his ex-fiancée. But it was hard not to hope. Either way he would know by the time the evening ended.
She stood in the doorway and he tried to read her. She was scared, he could see that. But of being hurt physically or psychologically? Or of being found out? She tentatively took a step forward and he felt his cock respond immediately. He had to tread very carefully, for a lot was at stake.
* * * *
“Come,” said Steve, standing. “Sit here.”
Sienna looked at the seat he was pointing to. It was unusual to say the least. Standing quite high on four solid legs, it was ornately carved at the back and on the arm rests. She could see in several spots there were indentations in the wood and small buttons. The seat also, though cushioned, looked less solid than arms. She sat down tentatively.
“First,” he said. “I will remind you that you must do everything I say and only reply if addressed directly. Do you understand?”
“Yes…Master.”
“That’s good. Now remind me of your word.”
“Zeus.”
“Good,” said Steve. He opened a drawer that was under the torture rack to her side and pulled out something. Sienna quickly saw that it was a long black piece of silk.
“I’m going to blindfold you.”
Sienna sat still as the black material covered her eyes, blocking out all light. She tried to steady her breathing.
“Now stand up.”
She did and felt Steve’s hands undoing her buttons and pulling her dress off and then her tights, until she was standing just in a white bra and panties.
“Remember, your body is beautiful,” he whispered in her ears as he gently pushed her back down on the chair.
She could hear him walking about her, imagined him looking at her, but she let his words ring in her ears. There were noises and in the unknown vacuum her anxiety fed her desire, not being able to see leading her imagination along a million different tangents.
“You are mine while you are here,” said Steve softly in her ear, and she felt the soft caress of feathers around her neck, tickling over her breasts and then abdomen, up her calves and to her inner thighs. Then with a sudden click, her wrists and ankles were suddenly circled with cold, hard steel. She gasped and pulled, but any movement was significantly limited.
“Breathe,” said Steve in her ear. “Go with the positive, don’t let fear dominate.”
“You are delicious,” he whispered in her ears, mouth roaming over her body, licking and biting her nipples through her bra as his hands dipped lower, tantalizingly close to where she really wanted him, but never quite there. She heard him moving behind her and time seemed to be suspended.
“What would you like now?”
“You…Master.”
“What price are you prepared to pay?”
Sienna swallowed. She had no idea how to answer this.
“Before we can do anything, before we decide, you and I, about what we want and whether we are right for each other, I need to know all about you,” Steve continued. “Will you tell me?”
“Yes, Master.” Would she? She felt so entwined in his spell she rather imagined she would.
“What’s your name?”
“Sienna Martin.”
“Then why does Connell Crane think you are Elle O’Grady?”
Sienna’s stomach dropped. Shit.
“Because she’s my best friend and I promised I’d stand in for her here while she’s off doing a photo shoot.”
There was silence then she heard Steve starting to laugh.
This was not exactly going according to plan. Not hers anyway. Sienna thought about using her word. Would he stop? The sex games, probably, but what else was going on here?
“Luckily, Sienna Martin,” said Steve softly, “I believe you. You passed test number one.”
“And how many tests are there and what if I don’t want to sit them?”
“Given the circumstances I won’t punish you for that outburst, but don’t push me too far. It’s already hard enough to resist that very hot little body of yours.”
She felt the feather tickling up her thighs.
“There are two more questions I have,” said Steve slowly. “Both must be answered honestly. If I ever find you lied, it would be the end of any relationship. Do you understand?”
Sienna nodded before finding her voice and squeaking “Yes, Master.”
“The answer to the first may end it right now. But better that than…I want you, Sienna Martin, but not at any cost, and I will not put you ahead of my family.”
Sienna gulped. What on earth was he going to ask?
“Do you work for DJ?”
Sienna took a breath. She wasn’t sure which answer was right or wrong but she figured the truth was pretty neutral. “Technically, I’m not sure,” she said. “El
le said I would get paid to…check you out. Whether you were legit, that was all I had to do. But I don’t actually know who was paying her. But given this has nearly got me killed I may never speak to Elle again, so I doubt if I’ll ever be paid. Master.” She so was not going to ever be a PI. She seriously needed to rethink how she was going to support herself.
There was silence. It was so quiet she wasn’t even still sure that Steve was there. But then she felt the slightest of movements in front of her, and warm oiled hands moved over her inner thighs.
“There is one more question, in two parts,” said Steve softly. “This one is harder, because you must be completely honest not just with me but yourself. Perhaps with parts of yourself you don’t know or understand yet. The parts I am awakening in you and can open up even further if you want and let me. You will fear the answer might hurt me, repel me, or mean I could never trust you. Instead, I ask you to trust me and as long as the answer is honest, it does not matter what the answer is.”
Sienna could barely breathe. His hands were lingering close to the edge of her panties.
A long silence hung between them before Steve finally spoke.
“What if I wanted someone else to take you first?”
Sienna thought she might never be able to breathe again. She thought of how much she desired him, but thought then of herself, of what she wanted. “Zeus,” she whispered, knowing this was her limit.
Steve didn’t miss a beat. “What if that someone was Connell?”
Chapter Nine
Connell? Her mind went immediately to the kiss, felt his lips on hers. She thought of the dreams and the images that constantly flashed through her mind when she saw either of them. But that was just fantasy, right? Steve was…seemed to be talking about reality, like he could conjure up Connell if she or he desired. She was painfully aware of how fast she was breathing. Honest he had asked of her, and wasn’t that what she wanted in a relationship? Wasn’t it that everything about Steve was different to any other man she had met that was the attraction? A hope that in that difference there was some compatibility? Would being honest throw away any chance of them being together, or could it, just possibly, seal something between them that was unique?
“I…in fantasy, yes,” she finally answered, barely above a whisper.
“And in this room,” said Steve softly, “if it is possible to make fantasies reality?”
Sienna felt her heart pounding so loudly she thought he would be able to hear. She felt Steve’s hands, fingers moving along the edges of her panties. She wanted to scream at him to take them off, to fuck her, that she wanted him and to forget the games, but then the images of Connell flashed into her mind again. She felt herself juice even more and moaned. Both of them? Oh yes, please.
She was aware that minutes passed and she hadn’t used her safe word again, to this new wild suggestion. What would that mean to Steve? Then just when she started to relax again, even though she didn’t know where Steve was, she heard the door click. Twice. No one spoke, but straining to hear, she was aware that she was not alone. Which either meant someone had come in and Steve had left, or that…she gulped…there were two men now in the room.
“You are magnificent, Sienna Martin.” Steve’s voice, soft but deep, confident. Behind her. “And you will do exactly what I tell you…as will Connell.”
Sienna’s stomach flipped. She heard another click, and this time part of the chair disappeared underneath her. Her butt slid slightly but was kept in place by the rim. It meant though that she was almost completely accessible and at their mercy.
Sienna was aware she was trembling and she tried to steady herself. Scared, yes, but also more turned on than she had ever been or imagined that she could be.
“Use the feather,” said Steve as he put his tongue in her ear. But he wasn’t talking to her. She felt the feather again, tickling her thighs. She pictured Connell, wondering what he was thinking, whether he liked what he saw as much as Steve seemed to.
“Tell us what you think of my sub,” said Steve, hand wandering over her breast from where he must have been standing at the back of her chair.
“Perfect.” It was, Sienna was sure, Connell. And there was a degree of awe in his tone. She didn’t doubt for a moment that he meant what he had said, and the knowledge gave her confidence. She relaxed just a little, enough to think of Connell taking her and how good it would feel.
“I think we need to see more of her though, don’t you?”
“Every little bit,” replied Connell without hesitation.
“Then I’d like you to remove her clothes.”
Sienna wondered how on earth they could do that with her manacled. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. The softness of the feathers was suddenly contrasted with cold metal at her breast bone and with a flick she realized Connell had sliced through her bra.
“That was expensive!” she protested before she remembered she wasn’t allowed to speak.
“And I will replace that and more,” said Steve. “But I will also have to punish you for speaking out of turn.”
She felt him leaning over her, and he took her nipples in his teeth, suddenly biting one while pinching the other. The initial pain eased almost immediately, the predominant thought in her mind one of longing for one of them to remove her panties so they could touch her, take her any way they wanted so long as they entered her and became one.
She didn’t have to wait long for the panties to be dispensed with. The blade of the knife lay cold against her skin, then after a flick on either side, she could feel Connell slowly pulling the material away from her, leaving her naked and exposed before him. She heard him gasp.
“She has a beautiful pussy, does she not?”
“Exceptional.”
“What would you like to do to her, Connell?”
“Fuck her.”
“What do you think, Sienna Martin?” Steve asked. “Would you like to be fucked?”
“Yes, please…Master.”
“If you’re good, perhaps I will allow that but I don’t think you’ve done enough to deserve it yet.”
Sienna heard him walking around the chair. She wondered what he was doing, what he was capable of doing. She was certain…almost certain he would check with her first. Give her the chance to use the safe word. But what would he ask?
“I rather think,” said Steve, “I would like you to suck Connell’s cock. Do you think you could do that to thank him for saving your life?”
Sienna would have happily sucked Connell’s or Steve’s cock, with or without the near-death experience.
“I’m going to lay the chair back,” said Steve, and she braced herself as the chair creaked and she felt the back reclining, the arm rests moving with it. A hand brushed over her face, then she felt lips on hers. There was a softness, a tentative gentle exploration. Connell. She sank into the kiss, wanting this man and no longer trying to make sense of how she could want two men at once, why this felt so right.
“I didn’t just want to kiss you the first time I saw you,” whispered Connell. She heard him stand, then with his hand guiding the tip of his cock into her mouth.
“Lick him,” said Steve. “He wants you, and if you’re both really good, I might allow him to have you, but first I am going to taste your juices.”
Sienna licked the sweet cum from Connell’s cock and then put her mouth around the tip, sucking at first gently and then harder. Underneath the chair she could sense movement and gasped when she felt fingers opening her lips, and Steve’s tongue lapping at her cunt. As she sucked and licked, so did he, and waves of pleasure moved through her. Steve’s mouth alternated, teeth then fingers finding her clit and rubbing harder as she, too, worked harder on Connell’s cock. The blindfold curiously allowed her to focus completely, both on their enjoyment as well as hers. Her pleasure began to rise, but just as it did, Steve pulled back.
“What would you like, Sienna Martin?”
“To come,” she replied, her body
craving release.
“Well, if you do that, I will spank you rather hard. Unless I tell you that you can, of course.”
She heard clicks and realized that her wrists and ankles had been released.
“Connell, pull her up.”
Sienna felt hands on her wrists, and in what seemed an effortless movement, she was on her feet. Her body was next to Connell’s, and she could feel his cock hard against her. They both stood still, her shaking slightly. She felt Steve behind her.
“Spear her Connell, hard.”
Connell didn’t have to wait to be asked again. He pulled her into him, lifting her up, seeming to be steadying himself on the wall behind. She grabbed onto his shoulders for balance and his hands were on her hips as his cock went into her, driving the air from her as it did.
“I still need to punish you for lying to Connell,” said Steve, as Connell rocked his hips, and she drew her legs around him. Steve slapped her backside, hard. She cried out, causing Connell to drive into her all the harder. Steve slapped her again, and in the sting that followed her skin tingled and the tingle mixed with the sensations of muscular energy that were generated from within.
“Don’t come,” ordered Steve as he slapped her again. “Either of you.”
Sienna groaned, unsure how she was going to stop herself. From Connell’s movements he was breathing heavily but trying to slow his thrusts. She clamped harder around him and his moans mingled with hers.
“Can you take me, too, Sienna Martin?” murmured Steve. Sienna could feel his cock hard against her. He felt enormous and she had no idea if she could, but she wasn’t about to say no. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. She felt his fingers, hot with oil, massaging her ass and she eased into it, a finger gently opening her as he then entered her, too. She moaned loudly, the initial pain almost immediately giving way to a feeling both terrifying and amazing, as the thought she had both men at once almost sent her off into a climax by itself.
“Okay, Sienna Martin,” said Steve. “We are both taking you, having you, you are ours, do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Sienna just managed to say. She felt Connell’s chest hard against her breasts, and Steve’s hands on her hips, both men inside her, as if they were one.
