Still standing there holding her, holding me, her eyes stared into mine. Something flickered there in her violet irises. Something primal.
Something wicked.
“You trust me?” she asked, confirming my consent. Something she did, I’d heard.
“Yes, Madame West. May I come in?”
With little more than a smirk, she released me, took a small step back, then ushered her hand ahead of her.
“Welcome to my playground,” she whispered as I crossed the threshold.
“I’ve wished for this day for five years,” I whispered as I passed her.
Only she grabbed my wrist, flinging me around to face her before firmly grabbing hold of my chin and turning my cheek so her lips were brushing against my ear.
“Be careful what you wish for, darling.”
Two
My eyes were captivated by Summer’s gaze as I slowly moved past Knox, who audibly groaned.
Withholding a chuckle, I patted him on the shoulder as I walked past.
Summer closed then locked the playroom door behind me.
I was amazed every time I came in. My gaze widened as I took it all in.
The large, circular room was dominated by a massive bed that stood proudly in the middle. It had four-posts with thick pillars at each corner pointing towards the ceiling. Above the posts was a canopy made of iron bars that crisscrossed overhead. Silk cloth wove its way around some of the bars rather artistically. Something I never would have appreciated before coming to Scandal.
More furniture was drawn out around the room, although not the kind you’d find at a department store or the stuff my parents had back home. All of it seemed to be custom-made, mostly wrought out of iron and polished to a high shine. Things resembling a sawhorse with a padded top, a massive X-shaped structure in one corner, and a cushioned table shaped like a Y. A chaise lounge was against one wall, with plenty of cushions piled onto it. Likely for kneeling submissives.
It made me want to do more research on BDSM.
All of the furnishings had eyehooks at several points, and piles of ties and ropes laid here and there in baskets. I was starting to forget what the hooks were for and instead, wondered if I was going be tied up.
More like hoping.
My cock stirred at the thought.
Madame West strolled past me as I tried not to gape at the amazing playroom she’d built. Yeah, I’d been in here before, but I’d never seen it during an actual party. Her right arm snaked out, grabbing the front of my shirt. Never slowing, she strolled toward the huge bed with me trailing along, trying to keep up. She seemed eager.
I hoped that was a good sign.
Now standing at the foot of the bed, she turned to face me again. “I want to see my newest toy.”
Her eyes searched mine.
My gaze froze onto hers with an intensity that frightened me a little but excited me a lot more.
“Strip.”
That one word was all she said, but it carried with it, a great deal of promise and even more command.
I thought my cock was hard before, well, I was totally wrong.
Making quick work of my ungraceful strip tease, I found myself holding my clothes, then looking to her for what to do next.
“Put them away, over there.” She pointed her manicured purple finger towards a closet set into the wall near the door.
Eager to be of service, I quickly complied with the Madame’s wishes.
Inside the closet was a bar with some hangers and a series of shelves. A couple of them were already holding clothes, all designer and expensive, and stacked neatly.
Summer took care of what was hers, that was for sure.
I quickly folded my pants and shirt, set them in a pile, then added the rest of my clothes to a top shelf. My shoes went below, in a line with the other pairs already stowed away there.
It seemed Madame West wanted everything to be organized based on what I saw around me. I was starting to get an idea of how she liked things.
I hoped.
“Dane.” Her voice boomed through the room like the crack of a whip. “Are you nervous? Stalling for time, perhaps? I’m not a patient woman.” Summer’s eyes were narrowed as she tapped her toes on the floor. Even without her sexy stilettos, I could still hear her irritation.
“No, Madame West. I’m coming.”
Her sultry chuckle rippled through the room. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I haven’t decided if you deserve that just yet.”
“Yes, Madame West.” I hurried back to her side, eager to see what came next.
Her side-eye glance sent a shiver skittering up my spine.
I stood as she eyed me up and down, appreciating my muscles and toned skin—all things she had a hand in creating.
She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock as it stood straight up, at full attention. “Now this is nice. I think I’ll enjoy playing with it . . . later.”
“Thank you, Madame West.” I tried holding in my excitement. Why, I didn’t know. Being here like this, it was so fucking exciting, but at the same time, my heart was racing as much from nerves.
Summer tightened her grip of my shaft before tugging me onto the bed, using my cock as leverage. “On your back. Now.”
I quickly laid down in the middle of the huge-ass bed. That thing had to be custom made, and not just the frame. It was about as big as two full-size beds, but it looked to be all one piece.
In no time at all, she’d pulled my right wrist out at an angle and wrapped a buckled leather strap around it. With practiced ease, she fastened the strap and clipped it to a rope coming from the bedpost. Next, she headed around to my other hand and repeated the task.
“Caine. Cache. Feet.” Her words were brisk. Stern.
I loved that about her, how easily she commanded a room.
Feeling hands on my ankles, I watched the two men who were kissing when I came in but were now spreading my extremities into an X, just like the furniture I saw in the corner. I started to wonder if Summer really would make me play with these two, sending a frisson of uncertainty scurrying through me.
They quickly strapped my ankles to the other two posts, making me feel even more exposed and vulnerable. I was stretched tightly towards the four corners, but not uncomfortably. I surreptitiously tested my bonds. Definitely secure.
I wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Feeling a sudden motion on the bed, I glanced up to find Madame West crawling on her knees towards me. I barely had time to register her neatly trimmed pubic hair and an MIA thong before she lowered her hips; her slick cunt completely covered my mouth.
Instinctively, my tongue pushed out, licking up and down her sweet core.
“Make me come, Dane. Show me how you appreciate the honor.”
She didn’t waste any time, and I wasn’t complaining one fucking bit.
All I could see was her perfect ass above me in the faint light. The rest of her dungeon was hidden from my view, and I’d never felt less in control. All I could control was how well I sucked her clit and licked her lips as she’d commanded.
So that’s what I did.
Her juices were tangy and sweet. I loved to do this, but there was something so vulnerably sexy about being held captive. I was very excited. I only wished that my hands were free so I could feel her body while I licked her slick folds and sucked her clit into my mouth.
My tongue circled around her somewhat large nub, and I flicked the tip back and forth rapidly. My reward was a sudden intake of breath as she straightened slightly then grinded her wetness into my mouth. I alternated between sucking her clit and lapping my tongue between her lips before diving in between for a better taste of her nectar.
Before long, she was responding mostly to the work I had done, so I focused there, hoping to bring her to orgasm. I gave her all I could, licking and sucking, enjoying the quivers she made. I could hear her breaths quicken, and she started rocking back and forth on my face.
“
Mmmm, Dane. My clit loves your mouth. Now suck harder, then lick me as your mouth lets go. Yes, just like that. What a good boy.”
Encouraged, I continued to give her the treatment she demanded.
I felt her lean forward slightly, and her fingers found my nipples. She pinched and tugged at them, and just as she pulled them upward, it shoved my mouth harder against her luscious pussy.
She took exactly what she wanted and wasn’t one bit shy about it.
Everything I’d ever suspected about Madame West, so far, seemed to be true. I found it even hotter than I’d hoped.
As I laid beneath her, all I could think was, would one night be enough?
Her moans increased in pace and volume, and she started getting twitchy, which in my experience, meant I was close. Or rather, she was close.
I may have just been about to complete my first order. I maintained focus on her clit so I could please her as she wanted.
“Mmmm, fuck yes.” Her moans resonated through the playroom.
Her cries were accompanied by a large shudder until her weight pressed down on my face, once again, covering my mouth completely as she grinded. Her juices drizzled along my cheeks, and I loved every sweet drop.
Christ, this was so fucking hot.
Her hands stroked my chest, and she leaned forward a little to rest her fingers on my pecs. She seemed to like the work I’d done in the Scandal weight room. I assumed she was about to get off of me, but her kitty stayed right where it was.
“Very good, Dane. I think you’ve earned a reward.”
She leaned back, and I continued to lap at her wetness, drinking every drop.
“Such a good boy. A quick study, too. Keep this up, and if you make me come again, I might just let you come later. But I will give you a small reward now.”
I felt the bed move as someone new crawled between my bound legs. Suddenly, a very wet and warm mouth slid down the length of my cock, swallowing me whole in one pass.
“Perfect. Keep sucking, darling. And don’t stop but do tell me if he comes. He isn’t allowed. Not yet.”
I still didn’t know whose mouth felt so fucking good, and I wasn’t sure I cared right then, either. I’d have to concentrate on not letting go early, even more so than normal.
“Now, Dane. I want another orgasm. Give it to me. Do not disappoint me.”
I mumbled my assent into her clit, hoping she understood what I was trying to say.
“Good boy. Now suck me off.”
Trying to ignore the very thorough blowjob I was getting, I focused on Madame’s clit, determined to please her. Hoping to earn a round two at some point in the future.
Enjoying her taste again, I concentrated on bringing her to orgasm for a second time. Her moans and words of sharp encouragement guided my mouth, and I fortunately kept bringing my attention back through the distractions my cock was sending to my mind. Whoever it was down there, she was a talented cocksucker.
At least I thought it was a she.
I sucked Summer’s clit harder into my mouth and flicked my tongue against it repeatedly, eliciting chills, forcing a smile to my already busy lips. Continuing my assault, I felt her start to quiver and gasp again; exultation filled me knowing I was about to make her come for the second time in one night.
“Oh, fuck. That’s perfect. Don’t back off, Dane. Keep going. I want to enjoy this orgasm as long as I can. Luna, balls.”
I felt slightly guilty for poor Knox realizing who Summer was commanding as the wonderful mouth that had been sucking my cock slid up and off before drawing my balls into her mouth.
Quickly setting any pang of guilt aside, I focused on the feel of Luna’s mouth and was even more excited to be making Madame West come again so quickly. She’d probably been with half the city, yet it was my tongue making her wet.
That had to count for something.
“Keep going and don’t fucking stop. And Dane . . . don’t come until I tell you to.”
As I tried to say, “Yes Madame West” into her pussy, I felt her lean forward and start licking the head of my shaft.
Oh, fuck . . . that felt so fucking good. Between her mouth and Luna’s, I was a very distracted man.
My mouth started a new assault on Summer’s cunt, sucking her clit hard before licking up and down, alternating between two very potent techniques. With the new angle of her body leaning forward to suck my lucky cock, I put much more pressure on her clit.
She rocked against my body, sliding her mouth up and down my length. I had to try hard to keep my mouth in contact with her, but I refused to let her down.
Suddenly, her back arched, and she slid all the way down on my cock, holding me deep in her throat. Her thighs clenched as her orgasm rocked her body.
Gods, she was impressive, how she could keep my cock engulfed between her soft lips, even while she quivered through her second orgasm.
She did say she wanted to enjoy a long orgasm, so I didn’t let up my assault. It was a little tricky because the way her throat was contracting and me picturing the scene in my head almost made me lose control.
I refused to give in though, so I focused on her cunt exclusively and sucked harder, trying to break her concentration before she broke mine.
With a loud gasp of air, Madame West pulled my cock out of her mouth and groaned loudly as she shook on top of me. More nectar gushed into my mouth, and I sucked at it greedily. My tongue danced on her clit, flicking then pushing, over and over. I milked her orgasm for all it was worth and took great pride in doing so.
One thing she didn’t need to teach me, although I’d still have to give her some credit because had she not kept me hidden, I could’ve been six feet under by now.
After a minute, the Madame’s body started to relax, then she kissed my cock before getting up and standing next to the bed. Luna looked incredible still licking my balls, but my real attention was on Madame West.
And although in the back of my head, I knew there was a room full of people, it didn’t feel that way.
It honestly felt like the only two people in the world were Summer and me.
Three
“Lucian.”
Summer’s lover came to her side in an instant, and she kissed him passionately.
In another life, I may have been jealous, but there was no place for that ‘bullshit’ in the Madame’s dungeon, as I’d once overheard Summer tell Knox.
I’d never even heard of poly before coming to New York and living with Summer. Before that, my only history with women consisted of jealousy and trust issues, so this was honestly like coming up for air.
Growing up in the Midwest, relationships were monogamous only; even the mere thought of being with more than one person would hardly ever fly back home.
So you can see why a woman having a whole fucking harem of men was just a little bit enticing to a guy like me. And even though I was still pretty sure this was a one-night-only performance, I was secretly hoping for more.
Maybe at least a guest starring role?
My attention was quickly redirected back to Summer, who was clearly still very excited, although this time, it had nothing to do with me. After a couple of minutes of making out, she took a step back and her corset fell to the floor, leaving her beautiful breasts standing at attention.
Her wig looked pretty damn real—long, red hair cascaded down her bare back in waves.
When Lucian released her lips, Madame crawled back onto the bed and straddled my body again, this time, it was her face covering mine. Her mouth found my lips, and she kissed me as passionately as she was just kissing Lucian. Her tongue filled my mouth, invading it like earlier. After a minute, she stopped and turned towards Lucian.
“Fuck me, darling. Hard.” She growled before turning back to face me.
My cock stirred again as I absentmindedly noticed Luna retreat off the bed.
Lucian crawled between my splayed legs and wasted no time before positioning himself behind her.
And just for a m
inute, in spite of Summer’s rule of there not being any place for jealousy in her playroom, that’s exactly what I felt.
Wishing it was me kneeling behind her.
The Madame’s exquisite body glided over my damp skin as Lucian entered her, then started thrusting inside her. I appreciated the way she held onto me while he pounded inside her with a great amount of vigor.
After being closed for a few moments, her eyes opened and focused on mine before she practically devoured my tongue. Her grunts as Lucian thrust inside her turned me on even more, and her waist rubbed against my cock teasingly.
The Madame lifted up her chest, and I couldn’t help but look at her perfect breasts swaying while Lucian pounded her cunt.
She noticed my stare and chuckled to herself. “See something you like?”
Madame West leaned up and positioned one massive breast onto my mouth.
I hungrily attacked her nipple, playing with it like I did her clit. Her other breast dangled enticingly along the side of my head, and I couldn’t help but hope I’d get to play with them both later.
“I love your cock, Lucian. But I think I want more.”
I’m not sure what she meant exactly, but Lucian pulled back and kneeled between my legs, waiting for her next command with a knowing grin on his face.
I had only a second’s warning as she reached between her legs, grabbed my erect cock, and guided her wet, warm cunt down onto my length.
“Holy fuck.” I gritted out between my teeth, eliciting a sexy giggle from her.
Good lord, she felt so fucking amazing. So goddamn incredible. I’d have to focus harder not to come after that move.
Her hips rocked up and down, sliding the topside of my cock against her clit and g-spot, and I realized then I’d have a hard time following her orders. It felt too fucking good.
Apparently, she agreed.
Her moans echoed into my mouth as she noisily kissed me again, fucking me with abandon. Her mouthwatering thighs slapped against my hips, greedily enveloping my member with her silky folds. Occasionally, she’d stop and grind her clit against my pelvic bone, sometimes eliciting a shudder.
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