Her bark of laughter had both men turning toward her. “Twelve hours.” She snorted. “Neither of you lasted that long. Let’s see, what were your first words to me this morning?” Jane snapped her fingers. “Oh, I remember. It was something about wanting my mouth on your cocks.”
Living with and loving these men had increased her sex drive and her body wanted, no, needed regular sex and as many orgasms as she could handle. Jane knew she was greedy, but her bodily demands wouldn’t be appeased. They’d turned her into a sexual animal, and she was feeling just a bit put out because…well, they wouldn’t put out.
“Belleza, come.” Santos got to his feet and held out his hand toward her.
His voice was firm and commanding, a tone she recognized well. Relinquishing the rest of her breakfast, she felt her pussy quiver when they touched as he pulled her out of the chair. The teasing was over and it was her Master who was now in command. Walking by his side, her heartbeat increased as they reached the bedroom. Without asking, she removed her silk dressing gown before climbing into bed.
“On your knees, belleza.”
He didn’t even look in her direction. Instead, he opened the small suitcase they referred to as the toy box. The hard-sided case was filled with oils, paddles, dildos and a variety of other sexual devices. Moving slowly, she wished to see what item he’d choose, but he would have none of it.
“Now, turn away and face the other side of the room.”
Santos’s deep voice was harsh, and the sound sent a gush of cream through her pussy. Her sex ached, and her nipples hardened. Taking up her position on the bed, Jane presented him with her bare backside. The soft pad of feet on the carpet heralded Antonio’s arrival.
“What did you have in mind?” he asked.
“I was thinking, the lavender,” Santos responded. “Do you prefer that one or maybe the pink?”
What, what pink? Mentally she flipped through the list of pink things contained in the box. Dildos? Vibrator? The nipple clamps were pink with slim gold tassels on the end. The urge to bounce on the bed like a kid was almost more than she could bear.
Every time they’d ordered her to her knees, Jane was eager to comply. It was one of her favorite positions, and she mentally ran through a potential list of activities they might have in mind. There was something about a man taking a woman on her knees that simply made her hot. The sex was energetic, and her men seemed to lose a layer of civility when—
A soft sound reached her ears just before a soft leather paddle hit her on the ass.
“We’ve been lax in our training methods recently,” Antonio’s deep voice had the same affect on her body as playing with herself. Her body quivered then her muscles relaxed. He had his Master on, and he wasn’t playing around.
Thank God. I’m gonna get lucky… I’m gonna get lucky…
The paddle landed again a little harder this time, and she sucked in a deep breath. The pain faded almost instantly only to be replaced by a gentle sting.
“Look how wet she is already,” Santos murmured. “Jane has a beautiful pussy, and she’s making my dick hard.”
Her pussy clenched, and both men chuckled.
“You might want to take care of that,” Antonio was speaking. “It’s going to be a long day, and you should seek your ease now…before she’s…otherwise engaged.”
What? Otherwise engaged? What did that mean?
One of them laid his hands on her ass. Santos probably as he had more calluses on his hand than Antonio, and he parted her cheeks. Her heart pounded in her chest and automatically her back arched and she offered herself to him.
“Greedy little bitch, belleza. Have we been parted so long that you’ve forgotten yourself?” One hand left her then returned in the form of a sharp slap.
She moaned.
“I think you need to be reminded of who owns your pretty ass.” His breath tickled her right ear.
Another hand fell sending a jolt of heat over her body. Jane bit her lip. She needed to remain quiet or her punishment would be all the more pleasurable…uh, painful.
“Many of our contemporaries will be at the club this evening, and it’s important you make a good first impression.”
The next strike left her breathless and her skin aching and hot.
“Do not shame us, belleza,” Antonio warned. “You’ll not like your punishment should you do so.”
Firm hands parted her ass cheeks and this time she felt someone apply a slippery gel over her anus. Whichever one it was, their touch was impersonal as they worked a good portion into her ass. She moaned softly when his fingers entered her to spread it deeper inside, and she was corrected with another stinging blow across her buttocks.
She was panting by the time he was finished, and her pussy was so wet she would hump anything, anyone just to get off.
“Now, I am going to fuck you in the ass, but you won’t be allowed to orgasm.”
No, Santos.
“As we mentioned before,” this time it was Antonio, “you are forbidden to touch yourself, and your release will only happen when we feel you’ve earned it.”
Earned it?
Jane heard the rasp of a zipper, and her body began to tremble. The tension was unbearable now. Firm hands stroked her stinging skin, the motion both soothing and arousing at the same time.
“You know that we would never do anything to harm you and as long as you please us, your evening will be enjoyable as well.” Big hard hands spread her ass cheeks, and she sucked in a deep breath when she felt the insistent prod of a thick cock. “So make us proud.”
Forcing herself to relax, Santos flexed his hips and worked his erection into her rear passage. By the time he was firmly seated, sweat rolled off her body. Where was Antonio? Was he watching?
His grip tightened on her hips, and she moaned when he withdrew and pushed into her again. Without warning the paddle landed across her ass and a tongue of fiery pleasure pain tore through her. Her flesh burned, and he started to move in earnest, his balls smacking against her hungry pussy. Leaning forward she felt the heat of his skin on her back only moments before he bit her neck.
When she moaned and tossed her head, he struck her again.
And again.
Again.
All the while his cock slid in and out of her anus, and her body rocked under the onslaught. She needed to touch herself, but she was afraid if she moved he’d stop fucking her. Suspended between agony and ecstasy, Jane arched and pushed back into him increasing the pace and power of his thrusts. Santos grunted each time his balls slapped her pussy. Cream ran down the inside of her thighs and while he hadn’t touched her, she knew her release was inevitable.
He wasn’t making love with her, it was straight, hardcore fucking and she loved every moment of it.
Panting, her orgasm was so close she could taste it when his hands tightened on her hips. His rough shout and the cessation of thrusts let the moment slip by as his come jettisoned into her body. Jane’s limbs were shaking and together, they collapsed in a sweaty pile on the bed. She buried her burning face into the soft comforter.
She hadn’t come.
Around her, she was aware of someone else in the room, but she didn’t care. She felt like they’d given her a toy then took it away before she’d had a chance to play with it.
She must’ve dozed because when Santos pulled out, the twinge of pain forced her eyes open. As she rolled over onto her back, Antonio appeared and gently helped her to her feet and led her into the bathroom. Semen ran down the inside of her leg to mix with the evidence of her arousal.
Opening the shower door, he gestured her to take a seat on the marble bench before turning away to set the water temperature. She winced when her butt touched the cool stone. His smile was tender, and he set about taking care of her. He washed her hair before moving to the rest of her body with soapy hands and a growing erection. By the time he was done his beautiful cock stood at full attention and Jane licked her lips.
“Suck me
off, belleza.”
With her gaze never leaving his erection, she slipped to her knees on the floor. Warm water struck her from three sides when she nuzzled his balls seeking out his musky scent. His cock twitched, and she silently took him into her mouth and sucked him deep. When his hips began to thrust, she slid her hand between his legs and up to his ass. As he pressed against the tight ring of his anus, his groan was rough when the muscle gave way and she penetrated him.
Focusing on his prostate, Jane massaged the walnut-sized bump and he began to shake. Clutching at her head, his hips worked her and moments later he came with an animal-like howl of satisfaction. Pleased with his response, she gently fondled him until he grabbed her shoulders and hauled her to her feet. His mouth covered hers in a deep kiss and when it ended both of them were panting.
But he didn’t take it any further.
Turning off the shower, he wrapped her in a thick white towel and dried her body before leading her back into the bedroom. Santos was standing in front of the open closet examining her clothing.
“Did you choose a dress for her?” Antonio gestured for her to climb on the bed.
“The green, to match her eyes.”
“Excellent.” He glanced at her. “Lie on your stomach, Beauty.”
Her gut clenched, and she hastened to do as he bid. They were now rummaging in the toy case then moments later he was touching her, running his fingers down the crack of her ass.
“Her color is excellent.” Santos petted her buttocks as if she were a cat. “Pink, firm. I’ll bet she enjoyed her punishment.”
“Hmm, no doubt.” Antonio sounded amused. “We may need to reevaluate our methods of correcting our slave.”
“We can’t have her enjoying her punishment or she’ll be ruined as a slave.”
Her ass cheeks were parted and another squirt of cool gel was applied to her anus. A soft murmur slipped between her lips but they didn’t seem to notice her slip. Her eyes slid shut, and her body relaxed into the bed.
“This one might be a little uncomfortable at first,” Santos was saying. “It’s bigger than what we’ve used before.”
“She can handle it.”
Jane flinched when something hard pressed against her ass. It wasn’t as yielding as a cock and she struggled to keep from tensing up as that would only make it hurt more. The butt plug was removed.
“Damn she’s tight,” Antonio muttered.
She heard the squelch of gel being applied to the plug then it was back to torture her again. Again the thick plug was pressed against her anus then wiggled and rocked back and forth until it breached her ass. Firm pressure slowly forced the slippery rubber in deeper until the narrow base rested against her skin. She moaned, her sore flesh pulsed around the plug, and her pussy was gushing cream.
“Look at that pussy.” Santos grunted. “I don’t think that she’s ever been that wet before.”
“Not counting a few minutes ago?”
Fingers touched the aching folds of her pussy, and her hips thrust upward. The dual pleasure of the anal plug and thick male fingers made her shiver. Her hands fisted in the rumpled sheets.
“Rest now, belleza.” Antonio’s voice was soothing. “You’ve done well.” His fingertips slipped down her back pausing only long enough to give the plug a firm jiggle. She bit back a moan.
She didn’t know what they had planned for this evening and feeling the way she did now, she only hoped she’d survive until then.
Chapter Five
Antonio sat across from Jane in the limousine, and he found he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was an incredibly beautiful woman but tonight, she was…incandescent.
Her golden hair was loose about her shoulders in smooth white-gold waves. The emerald dress Santos selected skimmed her soft curves accentuating her breasts and hips. At first glance one would call the garment modest until she turned around. The neckline was cut into a deep V ending at the small of her back where tiny black and green beading in the pattern of a butterfly drew the eye to her perfectly lush rear end.
Every man in the club would be drawn to her just as they’d planned.
When the invitation to Marché d'Esclave had arrived neither he nor Santos had been surprised. Archer Drengr, a familiar figure on the European BDSM scene, had met Jane during the masquerade at Dirk Prentiss’s house. A Dom of some renown, his training techniques were effective and controversial especially here in the schizophrenic sexual landscape of America.
His students were so well trained and in-tune with their bodies that orgasm could occur through the bondage act alone. The ritual of roping, tying and binding the sub brought them to such an intense level of mental arousal that physical stimulation was unnecessary. His women were in high demand among the fetish set and, should they chose to do so, could command huge fees for their services. There were very few masters who could reach that deeply into the human psyche and accomplish total capitulation.
Archer made no attempt to hide his admiration for Jane even though he knew neither of her Masters would be willing to share their toys. At the masquerade they’d refused his overtures and whisked her out of his reach, but he wasn’t backing down. He was the one who’d sent her the invitation and knowing Archer, he wouldn’t give up easily.
And this wasn’t the first time he’d come after one of their women.
Ignoring the fact that they had no interest in his line of work, Drengr enjoyed the game of luring potential submissives from their masters. His skills were legendary, and he had his pick of women at the slave auctions.
Auctions were more common in the hardcore bondage underworld in Europe than here in the States. Masters could sell their submissive at auction, with their permission, to a more experienced master to further their training. A contract was drawn up and signed for both parties before the sub was turned over to their new Dom. After the training was complete, the submissive was released to the original master fully trained and ready for service.
The money that exchanged hands went to the submissive upon completion of the training. Antonio knew of several young women who’d financed their education on the proceeds from their auctions. Jane had already expressed a curiosity about the process and should she decide to put herself on the block Archer would pay a small fortune for her.
He’d already offered them one million dollars, and they’d turned him down.
How far would the man go to accomplish his goal? For the most part, Antonio had enjoyed their little contests, but that was before Jane had come into their lives. They loved her, and she was the only woman they could see spending the rest of their lives with.
“Why are you staring at me?”
Jane’s soft words broke his train of thought. She was watching him with a soft smile on those beautiful lips. Her green eyes gleamed, but he caught the hint of concern in their depths.
“I was thinking how lovely you look,” he said.
“Thank you.” A soft blush tinted her cheeks.
Santos reached for her hand. “Come and sit on my lap, Beauty. Antonio and I need to talk with you.”
Jane snuggled in his arms and Antonio took her seat. Picking up her legs, he laid them on her his lap. Her scent was something vaguely floral and aroused female flesh.
“Are you nervous about this evening?” he asked.
“I’m more excited I think.”
Her smile was huge, and he felt the tension in his chest loosen. “Santos and I are now members, and we’re entertaining a few close friends in a smaller, more intimate setting within the club.” He stroked the tender skin of her inner knee, and her silk stockings were gossamer like spider webs. “You will be our hostess, and we wish to share your beauty with others.” With his hands on her he felt the tremor that went through her body.
“We have your trust, and you know we would do nothing to risk breaking that.” Santos was stroking her breast, and her nipples stood firm beneath her gown.
“I do.” Her voice was soft, and her eyes were h
uge. She was aroused.
“Tonight you’re ours to command.” Moving his hand up her thighs, Antonio was pleased when she spread her legs without any urging from him. Her breathing was accelerated, and her eyes looked enormous.
Santos caught her chin and turned her head to look him in the eye. “There will be consequences should you disobey us.” When he pinched her nipple, she moaned softly. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”
“Yes.”
Antonio teased the outer lips of her pussy, and her sigh sent a shaft of heat straight to his cock. Unable to resist, he moved between her thighs to taste her with his tongue. She was on the very edge of orgasm when a bell sounded, and Aubrey’s voice sounded on the intercom.
“We’ve arrived,” he said.
Antonio hit the button to respond. “Thank you.”
Jane no longer resembled an aroused woman. With a disgruntled expression on her lovely features she looked more like a cranky three-year-old. He flashed an apologetic smile as he slid her legs off his lap. Chances were good she’d get him back for not letting her come but he wasn’t too worried.
In fact, he was counting on it.
Jane wasn’t sure what she’d expected to see in a very expensive pleasure club but this sure wasn’t it.
The marble foyer was spacious with soaring ceilings and a row of massive chandeliers overhead. Thick oriental rugs were scattered about, and priceless paintings hung on the cream plaster walls. Spying a Jackson Pollock original, it was all she could do to keep from drooling over the magnificent piece. The Marché d'Esclave had the feel of a museum or maybe a mansion owned by a Rockefeller.
“Welcome to the Marché d'Esclave.” Two men in tuxedos approached, and the taller of the two was smiling. He gestured to the man half a step behind him. “I’m sure you know James Fortney, by reputation if nothing else.”
“Good to see you again, Webb, James.” The men shook hands.
“And you must be, Ms. Porter.” Webb took her hand and brushed his mouth over her knuckles. “You honor us this evening.”
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