by Kitty Thomas
“Do you need to come, little one?”
Her gaze shifted briefly to Kane, then returned to Ari. “Y-yes, Master. Please.”
“Much more polite than Holly,” Kane remarked from the sofa.
“I thought you said you wouldn't make commentary,” Ari said.
“Sorry. She's just so perfect. I never thought you'd find someone so... perfect.”
He didn't tell Kane the reason she was so perfect was because she couldn't just flounce out the door whenever she felt like it. Or that someone else had broken her so that she was so desperate to stay safe that she could be molded as easily as soft bread dough in his hands.
When Kane had arrived, he'd seen the new biometric security panel, but he'd made no comment. Ari's friend was shrewd. Had he started collecting and putting the pieces together yet?
Ari thought back to the night he'd first met Kane's pet, Saskia. They'd been at a private and very secret club hours south in the middle of the desert. It was an old warehouse building marked only with a sign that read Mr. Fizzy Pop Bottling Company.
The girl had seemed too scared to Ari, and he'd wondered if Saskia was there entirely of her own free will. He'd tried to rescue her from Kane that night only for her to scream her safeword to get him to release her hand when he'd tried to drag her from the building. And now? Would Kane perceive the same thing in Claire?
If he did, he didn't say anything. And he wasn't exactly the gallant rescuing type.
Ari crossed the short distance to Claire and began unbuttoning the white shirt she wore. She didn't protest, and she didn't appear scared anymore. The only thing on her face as he looked at her now was raw animal need. She whimpered when his fingertips brushed against the hardened points of her nipples as he took the shirt off her. He draped it over the spanking horse.
“Master, please.” She moved closer to him, her hips bucking upward, her body begging him to touch her.
Curiosity won against his plans and he dipped a finger inside her. She was so ready. Her warm wet heat defied all expectation. It certainly defied her hesitance only minutes ago in the hallway. He tore himself away from her and crossed the room to sit in the leather chair facing away from the window. He needed her closer to Kane, so the artist could watch—so he could get whatever sense he needed to get of her to put her on canvas.
She looked forlorn, her body clearly aching with need as she gripped the leather of the spanking horse where Ari had left her.
“Claire, crawl to me.”
She dropped gracefully to the floor and crawled across the patchwork of thick white rugs. She moved like a cat, her eyes never leaving his. Claire stopped at his feet, her gaze cast down. It seemed to take everything in her not to rise and straddle his leg. He knew she needed to grind against something pretty desperately. Her skin was flushed, her nipples hard. Little mewling whimpers kept escaping her mouth despite how hard she must be trying to keep quiet. Her hands clenched and unclenched against her thighs.
And he wasn't even touching her yet.
Ari leaned back in the chair. “Claire, I want you to sit on my lap facing Kane, and spread your legs wide so he can get a good view.”
He expected her to cry or beg or hesitate, but she scrambled to obey him. She moaned when he began to cup and knead her breasts, his fingertips pinching her nipples.
“Look at him,” Ari growled. He knew he was pushing her too hard, too far, but her desperate arousal drove his own. His erection strained against his pants, as if clawing to escape and get inside her.
Kane held Claire's gaze trapped in his.
“Please... touch me,” she whimpered.
“Claire?” Ari asked, not sure he'd heard her right. Surely she'd directed that at him, but she'd stared right at Kane when she'd said it. Of course Ari had told her to look at Kane.
Kane edged closer, moving to the end of the sofa next to her. His knee was mere inches from her own. If he made the slightest move closer, the fabric of his suit would caress her bare skin.
“Please,” she said again.
She hadn't shrank away when Kane got closer. She'd begged again. Arching toward him while Ari continued playing with her breasts.
“Call him Sir,” Ari said, still testing to see if she was actually asking for what it sounded like she was asking for.
“Please, Sir touch me,” she begged again, her body straining toward him.
“Ari?” Kane asked.
“Go ahead,” Ari said. Apparently his slut was still Kane's slut.
Claire felt possessed, driven by the exacting needs of the cream. Whatever Ari had rubbed between her legs demanded she be touched, and it didn't seem to care by whom. Did she? In this moment? No.
She could only be grateful for a catalyst so powerful it could set her free inside this room to experience the kinds of things she'd been too afraid to experience—too ashamed to experience. For once her past didn't hover over her, threatening to push her down a dark hole. Everything was light and safety and the throbbing in her pussy.
She'd asked Kane to touch her because she had to have a hand between her legs right the fuck now. And she didn't want Ari to stop the hypnotic way he was fondling her breasts. She wanted them both to touch her. She needed them both to touch her. It didn't matter how insane or dangerous this was. She only hoped she didn't break apart after it was over.
“Don't take your eyes off mine,” Kane said. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, Sir,” Claire panted as her arousal climbed still higher.
She hadn't thought she could get any more excited. She felt as though she were rising higher and higher until she was at the top of a cliff. Did that mean she would fall over the edge and crash? She didn't know, but the longer this went on the less she was able to form coherent thoughts or chiding rationalizations for why this shouldn't happen. Why it was wrong. Why it might break her. She didn't care. She just needed them both to touch her. She'd worry about the consequences later.
Claire gasped when Kane’s hands were finally on her. He stroked her hip with one hand while his other moved down an achingly slow path between her legs, tracing every line, leaving no question that he was studying everything. His gaze may have been locked on hers, but he saw her with his fingertips, no doubt composing an image in his mind.
“Such a pretty little cunt,” he said, as if to confirm that he was able to form a picture through touch alone.
Ari's hands still stroked over her breasts. His mouth was at her throat, licking and kissing up along her jawline. “Good girl,” he growled in her ear, which only excited her more.
Kane pushed two fingers inside her. She arched and bucked her hips against him, wishing one of these men was fucking her. She needed more than this tease. She needed something larger and more unyielding inside her. She needed to be taken. Consumed.
“I will demand more from you tomorrow,” Kane warned.
These words should scare her, but it only made her want whatever might happen more. She didn't want to wait until the next day. She needed those demands now. Claire only hoped they used this cream again because she was afraid she couldn't let go of her fears without it.
Kane slowly withdrew his fingers from her and sucked them into his mouth, tasting her, his eyes never leaving hers. Then he rose from the sofa and walked away.
She whimpered. “Please, Sir...” Did he not like her or want her anymore? She'd seen the outline of his erection pressing through the pants of his expensive suit. Had she done something wrong?
She heard him opening the lid of the large wooden box she'd seen in the corner when she'd first come into the playroom. Before she could speculate about what he was getting from the box, her master's hand had left her breast to travel between her legs. He stroked her clit in slow soothing circles that calmed her mind even as it excited her body further.
She was so close, but he wasn't going hard enough or fast enough for her to come. And she needed to come.
“Please, Master...”
“Not yet,
little one. We aren't ready for you to come yet,” Ari said.
Kane returned with something black and phallic. It didn't look like a vibrator or dildo because it had a thick, sturdy base like it was meant to sit on the floor and be straddled hands-free.
He leaned close and whispered in her ear. “I'll let you come with this toy vibrating inside you, if you let me watch you suck your master's cock.”
Claire could only whimper in reply.
“Kane...” Ari said, a warning.
“Come on, she's hot and ready. I want to watch her on her knees.”
Ari stroked her hair.
“Well?” Kane asked, turning his attention back to Claire. “How badly do you want to come? Will you give me what I want?”
“Y-yes, Sir, please... please...” She couldn't quite articulate what she was begging for beyond the pleasure that stood just outside her reach as both men gave her just enough to drive her to madness but not enough to give her the orgasm her body so desperately craved.
“Good girl,” Kane said. He placed the toy on the ground and helped Claire rise off Ari's lap.
When he turned her around to face her master, she saw his jeans were wet from the arousal that had dripped down her thighs. Ari's gaze never left hers as he unbuttoned and unzipped, freeing his cock from his pants.
She dropped to her knees on the soft white rug.
“Spread your legs,” Kane growled behind her.
She did as he asked.
“Wider,” he ordered.
Claire spread wider, and he slipped the free-standing toy on the floor between her legs, helping her to straddle it. She hissed as the thick phallus slipped easily inside her. She was so wet, there was no need for additional lube. The toy had just the right height for her to easily reach and suck Ari's cock from her position on the floor.
Then it was Ari who let out a hiss of air as she languidly licked and then took him into her mouth.
Kane stood behind Ari's chair where she could easily see him even from her position on the floor. He pressed a button on a small black remote, and vibrations came to life inside her. She moaned around her master's cock as she sucked him harder into her mouth, raising and lowering herself on the phallus that pulsed against her inner walls.
“Good girl, take him deeper. All the way down your throat. Let him fuck your mouth like a good slut.”
She trusted Ari would stop everything if she panicked. Still, they had gone from the promise of no touching and no commentary to the artist running the show. And her master didn't seem to mind.
Ari's fingers threaded through her hair, petting her as he shoved himself deeper inside her. She allowed him to fuck her mouth, and Kane, clearly pleased with this acceptance on her part, pushed another button driving the vibrations inside her pussy higher.
Claire expected to panic and try to escape. Or to cry. But the whimpers that fell from her mouth were desire, and she knew somehow that she was safe as Ari's fingertips gently caressed the side of her face even as his own pleasure approached.
Moments later he let out a sound very close to a growl and came.
“Swallow,” Kane ordered without missing a beat. He watched her and waited.
She didn't even think of disobeying that command even though the man giving the orders was still a stranger. When she'd obeyed him, Ari pulled out of her.
“Thank you, Master,” Claire said, her face flushing at saying such a thing after giving him a blow job in the other man's presence.
Kane only raised an eyebrow. But he quickly regained focus. He pressed another button, pushing the vibrator to the strongest speed.
“Fuck yourself on it,” Kane said, his voice going lower and darker.
She should fight this or protest or beg, but his darkness only drove her on, back into the embrace of long-forgotten fantasies that she'd pushed away for far too long.
Ari held his hands firmly over hers as she held onto his knees, bracing herself to raise and lower over the toy. It took only a few seconds of this for the pleasure to build to its peak inside her. She screamed out her orgasm, her nails digging into Ari's jeans.
But Kane didn't press the button to stop the toy.
“Please,” she whimpered, unable to take anymore.
The vibrations stopped. She collapsed forward, resting her head on Ari's lap as he petted her hair.
“Good girl,” he said.
But Kane wasn't finished with her. The vibrations started again on the lowest setting but it was still too much for her after just being wrung out.
“Please...” she begged. “Please... no more...”
“I want to watch you come again,” he said as if he'd been so mesmerized by the show the first time he needed an encore right away. “You need to come again.”
Her gaze went to Ari. His expression was intense, those ice blue eyes hungry despite the satisfaction he'd just received. He nodded. “Come again, little one.”
Ari took the tube of arousal cream from his pocket, his gaze never leaving hers. “I think you need more. Be a good girl and ask for more.”
Claire swallowed hard. “Please can I have more, Master?”
A dark smile spread over his face. “Yes, you may.” He spread a generous amount of the cream on her exposed clit, then he smoothed more around the lips of her pussy which were still clamped down around the phallus inside her. She felt so full from the penetration of the large toy.
Kane kept the vibrations on the lowest setting while she adjusted. It was the barest brush of relentless sensation inside her. Within minutes the combination of the cream and the low-level pulses had driven her need back to the point of desperation. Now the vibrations irritated her because they weren't enough. She needed them to be harder.
“Please Sir, let me come.”
“You said you were done,” Kane said.
“Please...” Tears streamed down her face. “Please please...”
“If I let you have this orgasm we're going to repeat this until you have three more after that. Do you accept these terms?”
She knew she couldn't have four more orgasms. It was too many. It would be far too much stimulation, but at the moment she needed to come so badly she couldn't think about that.
“Claire? Yes, or no? Four more or no more. Those are the choices.”
She was so aroused, the throbbing between her legs so unbearable she thought she might die if she didn't come. “Y-yes, Sir, four more.”
“Good girl,” he said.
Kane passed the remote to Ari, and sat on the ground behind her. He pulled her hair back and began to kiss her throat, and shoulder, his fingers playing over her breasts, pinching her nipples painfully. It was as though there were a connecting thread between her nipples and her cunt because when he gave her that small pain, it only drove the pleasure between her legs higher.
Ari turned the vibrations to the highest setting as Kane rubbed her clit. Her moans got louder and louder until the pleasure spiraled out of her in one long wave. She was so wet now she easily slid up and down the shaft of the phallus.
“Please... please, Master, no more,” she whimpered. Ari mercifully stopped the vibrations. She sighed, relieved, and laid her head again on his lap.
Kane ran his tongue over the shell of her ear. “You owe me three more. That was the price we agreed upon.”
She shook her head. “I can't. It's too much...”
“It's never too much,” he growled.
She looked to Ari. “Please...”
“You agreed to three more,” Ari said. He pressed the button again and it started on the lowest setting, the vibrations going on and on until her body began to recognize them as pleasure again.
They pulled three more orgasms from her, alternating their methods of teasing, using the speeds on the remote, petting and kissing and sucking and licking her flesh, driving her to the point of madness each time.
Kane had moved back to the sofa for the last two. Watching her. Making her hold his gaze as the two men took t
urns tormenting her pussy with the remote. Finally, the vibrations stopped. Kane picked her up, leaving the toy behind on the ground. He passed her to Ari who held her in his arms in the chair.
She curled against him, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Did you get what you needed?” Ari asked the other man.
“Yes. I'm very pleased. I can't wait to capture her on canvas.”
Did Kane do this to every woman he painted? Claire wasn't sure what it was he needed to see or experience in order to paint her, but whatever it was, she'd delivered it.
She watched as he rose from the sofa and moved closer to her. He brushed her hair away from her face. “You will be stunning,” he said.
Ari picked her up and carried her back to the spanking horse where his dress shirt lay.
“Are you able to stand?” he asked gently.
“Yes, Master. I think so.”
He put her down, and she braced herself against the spanking horse. Ari picked up the shirt she'd been wearing and carefully put it back on her, buttoning each button, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Are you sure you're okay?”
Claire nodded, not trusting her voice after such an intense experience. It was the most pleasure she'd experienced in her life, and she was still trying to process it.
“I need to talk to my friend about some private business. Go explore the house, and I'll join you in a bit. Okay?”
“Yes, Master.”
He stroked the side of her cheek and bent to press a kiss to her forehead.
14
Ari bit back the groan as he watched Claire leave the playroom. His white dress shirt hit the backs of her knees, but it was still sexy as hell even as it covered so much of her skin. He wanted to rip it off her again and make her stay, but he needed to talk to Kane before he started to get ideas in his head that could only bring her harm.
“So, you're not sharing her?” Kane said, his tone chiding. It was more a smartass statement than a question. “It would seem from what just happened that your slut is very much still my slut. So how is she different? Besides not being a brat? I mean... I get it. She's perfect. Maybe you aren't as into sharing someone you actually care about as I am.”