Ivan took the phone from him and panned the camera to her ass and then back to her face. He smiled. “She’s turned you out, brother.”
“Indeed,” Oleg admitted. He took a breath and rolled his gaze from one to the next. “Do we understand each other?”
Paolo nodded his agreement. “I would be lying if I said I didn’t understand completely.”
Henri gripped his shoulder. “I understand that she’s special. I know that, because I’m actually considering this.” He took the phone from Ivan. “How can you give her so much power?”
Oleg grinned. “You think I’m giving it to her?”
Ivan shook his head. “I almost killed her last time. No. I know my limits. She brings out the beast in me.”
“I would never let you hurt her,” Oleg said.
“I don’t want to want to hurt her.” Ivan’s decry was spoken softly, but it was saturated with truth.
Oleg couldn’t help but be entertained. “She’s already got you disciplining yourself. You see that?”
Ivan held up his hands. “We’ll see how good I am at disciplining myself from a safe distance.”
Oleg nodded. He took his phone back from Henri just as a text came through. He texted a reply to the valet on staff for the night and then smiled at his friends. “People are starting to arrive. Andre has brought Hiroko, and they have a new pet. Hannibal is also here with our last student.”
“Only fitting that he would come to see you claim a submissive for yourself,” Henri said.
“How long will you make her wait?” Paolo asked.
“As long as I can,” Oleg said as the heavy door to the club opened and the first guests to meet his new submissive arrived.
*
Samantha heard voices murmuring beyond the curtain on her cage. The murmurs turned into grunts and sighs soon enough. The sighs hadn’t taken long to become screams. Someone was having a very good time not far from where Samantha was held captive and immobile. The dilator became wider, the vibration more intense. She wanted to see what was happening. She wanted them to know she was there. If this was her coming-out party, why was he hiding her away?
She couldn’t be sure how long she’d been in there. The position was surely meant to humiliate, and yet she wasn’t humiliated. She’d do anything to have that curtain dropped and watch whoever was in that room drink in the sight of her captured, bound and impaled. If she was a trophy, wasn’t she meant to be seen?
Moans as soft as misty rose petals contrasted with the scrape of metal chains. Samantha could have cried with all the want building inside of her. Oleg didn’t punish her with fear or humiliation. He punished her with isolation, and it was working.
She wished he would talk to her. His voice always calmed and excited her at once. She wanted his praise for how good she’d been for not uttering a single sound. Every moment that passed, her need for his heated gaze grew. He’d put her in the dark, and now she craved the light. And somehow the craving, the wanting, the need had turned her into a bubble of desire, dangerously close to popping. She clenched around the dilator, so big now in her tight channel. Samantha had allowed herself to imagine why he might want her to be so open. It was another reason she trembled with raging impatience and willed herself the strength to earn the reward she was certain Oleg had in mind.
It was torture.
It was bliss.
Just as Oleg promised, he gave her both, and she loved it.
And she hated it. Samantha remembered how she’d felt the first time her Russian Dom had blurred those lines so well. She knew that love would dominate in the end.
Then came more voices, a female and two males. “I can’t wait to get my hands on one,” the woman said.
“You don’t fool me, Hiroko, you’ll want at least three of them.”
The woman laughed lightly. “Pet will help me pick one out, won’t you, pet?”
“Yes, Mistress.” Then a long and muddled grunt sounded from his lips. “Thank you, Mistress.”
It wasn’t much longer until the unmistakable heel-to-toe strides of dress shoes on hardwood floors summoned all of her attention.
“Excuse me, my friends. I apologize for the interruption, but I’ve left something in here that I need.”
Samantha’s heart leapt.
Oleg continued, “Andre, there are some new attractions in the white room that I think you would like to investigate in the meantime.”
“Sounds interesting,” the man said. “When do we meet your newest submissive? We might have room for another well-trained pet if you think she would be a good fit.”
A voice subtly accented with Japanese spoke with more insistence. “When do we meet that incredible designer?”
“This submissive already has a Master, and she is also the designer of the corsets Maurice showed you.”
“Oh? Now I am really intrigued,” Andre said. “Who does she belong to?”
“Me,” Oleg said, and Samantha heard them all express a measure of surprise.
“Another of the five kings finally decides to keep one for himself,” the man named Andre said. “Here’s to your happiness.”
“That reminds me, Oleg. How is Alexander doing post-break up?” Hiroko asked.
“He is good.” Oleg took a deep breath. “Now…if you don’t mind…”
“Of course,” Andre said. “Come, pet, we have some new toys to see.”
There was a moment more of silence before the zipper on the cage cover opened.
“How are you, Kitten? You can speak now.”
Samantha had become a limp rag, wrung out by her desire. “I don’t want to be in this cage.”
“I didn’t ask you what you wanted. I am inquiring about what you need.”
“If I’m yours,” she said, “I need to be with you.”
He palmed her ass. “Because you’re mine, you are always with me.” He leaned down closer to her ear. “Now that you know how I feel, the next time you run away, I’ll be forced to believe that you mean it.”
He tested the device buried deep inside her, which had become to feel like an immovable part of her. The slow push and pull of it reminded her of how large it had grown. She couldn’t answer him. She could think of only the incredible swell inside her cunt and then the devastating vacancy left behind when he pulled it all the way free. Two fingers, and then three were inside of her only seconds later.
“Tell me that you understand the weight of your actions.”
Her response was a whimper tied to words. “I understand.”
Another finger joined the others, and she felt him rotate them in a slow press deeper, followed by an equally languid retreat. The next pass included his thumb, and her whole world was narrowed down to a single sensation.
“You are ready, Kitten.”
Samantha felt like she’d been born ready.
He made the quickest work of releasing her bindings. The waist strap had indeed supported her and saved her legs from the burden. So Samantha was able to stand and stretch and walk behind him as he pulled the lead attached to her collar.
They stopped in front of a blue steel door, where all the others had been made of wood. In the center, a crown silhouette painted in gold had five points. Oleg opened the door.
“Welcome to the Throne Room,” he said and allowed her to walk in on her own.
Her eyes took a moment to adjust to the royal-blue light emanating from spotlights in the ceiling. The room was cool, the scent of hookah filled the air. In the center sat five chairs. Five thrones, but only three of them had occupants. Oleg stepped past her and took a seat in the center one.
“Come closer, Kitten,” Oleg said, untying his shoes.
She walked to them, seeing Paolo, Henri and Ivan all shirtless with leather pants and bare feet, casually watching her from their seats. She neared, and Paolo stood. He took her face between his palms and kissed her on either cheek. “I’m glad to see you,” he said. Then he wrapped her leash into his fist and tugged lower. She k
nelt before him. “You are shared the moment you enter this room.” He bent down, and his plump lips took what they wanted, opening her mouth to deliver his tongue like a tidal wave against hers. He dug his fingers deep into her cheeks as the kiss became a tease of licks and nips that somehow felt even more dominant. He pulled away, leaving her wanting more.
Henri took hold of her leash, and she crawled toward him on her knees. He pulled her close and inhaled deeply, dragging his lips over her neck before pressing his forehead under her chin and inhaling again. “You smell like candy.”
Ivan pulled a lock of her hair through his fingers. “Fuck, I like candy.”
Henri lifted his head and smiled. “Stand up, turn around and bend over.”
“Yes, Doctor,” she said and obediently took the pose he requested. Then she saw them. Two satin ropes hanging from the ceiling, not to be ignored. She spun back around, her excitement causing her to speak freely. “Ooh! Will those hold me?”
“Do as I say, sub,” Henri said.
“But I promise, you will really like this. I just have to show you.” She took a step toward the ropes.
Henri stood and grabbed her by the neck.
“Let her have her show and tell, Henri,” Oleg said, pulling free his shirt.
When Henri’s grip softened, she turned toward him and bowed her head. “Please, Doctor.”
Paolo stood and walked over to the ropes. He tugged well on them both. “They were installed as restraints.” He showed her the wrist cuffs attached. “But they’re bolted into the concrete, so I’d say they will hold your forty-five or so kilos. You have us all curious now.”
She took Henri’s hand and kissed it. “Give me your blessing, or I won’t feel right.” She bent to her knees and kissed the top of his feet. “I want you to be pleased.”
Henri squatted low. “I won’t be pleased until I’m inside of you. But you asked so very nicely, so how can I resist?”
She raised her head and smiled. His lips quirked in response as he fought to keep his expression neutral and lost the battle in the corner of his mouth. “Then don’t try,” she said.
Henri paused, seeming lost momentarily in his thoughts, and then he lifted her face to his and kissed her with such tenderness that it surprised her. The dig of his front teeth against his bottom lip when he pulled away looked a lot like a self-inflicted punishment. “Show us, he said. “Just make it quick, Lionceau.”
*
Oleg watched with amazement as Samantha tugged herself up one of the ropes and coiled it around her foot while simultaneously grabbing the other rope. She extended her free leg and wrapped it securely before stretching them wide. In the royal-blue light, she truly was a goddess. His goddess. He stood up. He wasn’t the only one to trade his seat for a better view. They encircled the ropes, staring up at her, all captivated by how she swapped positions in the ropes. Each time, her beautiful femininity, as tantalizing as ever, was presented like a gift. He reached up and cupped her ass in his palms. He had to raise on tip-toes to place his mouth on her sex and drink in her essence. He would have found a way to levitate if he had to.
She’d wrapped the ropes around her knees, and with the sweetest lilting moan she dropped hold of the ropes from her hand and allowed herself to fall back. He had her tightly in his grip, steadying her from swinging away from him. His mouth didn’t leave her, not for a second. He didn’t notice the moment she pulled Henri’s cock from his pants, but the grunt caught at the back of her throat revealed how deep he’d taken her mouth. He pumped his hips only a few times before his own breath caught, and he had to step away. Oleg figured that was a smart move. No point in spilling into her mouth when she was so ready for what they all wanted.
“Help me get her lower,” Oleg said to Paolo. He held her easily with one arm as he pulled loose his belt and fly in order to free his aching shaft. Paolo loosened the ropes on her legs, allowing Samantha to slide downward. She was a feather in his grasp, her legs draped around his waist, her heels resting on the base of his spine. There wasn’t another second that would pass without his cock buried deep inside of her. Henri must have had the very same thought, and he tagged Oleg with a questioning glance. Oleg granted him a single nod. They had her between them, locked with their arms. She had them captured with need. One slight adjustment, and he was inside of her.
“Give it.” Two words from his lips, and she arched her back, propping her ass toward Henri. His little lioness knew exactly what was asked of her. Her eyes never left his. Her mouth hovered millimeters away as he felt her quiver and watched her stare go hazy when Henri added the girth of his cock to her perfectly silky and deliciously accommodating cunt.
Samantha’s lips curled and twisted in a sly smile, coy and beguiling, not to be underestimated. She leaned in and took Oleg’s mouth with hers, claimed him as he meant to claim her. Her tongue was ravenous, her breath heavy and jagged. Then she threw her head back onto Henri’s shoulder and surrendered. Her hands floated from her fisted grip on the ropes to rest at the back of Henri’s neck. The body he shared with his best friend became fluid and lithe in his arms.
They went to work, trading strokes and digging in deep. She cooed and purred and murmured adorable explicates that sounded even dirtier than normal coming from her baby-doll lips. Doubling up on her would be her undoing, or it would be theirs. Oleg realized he didn’t have control over who would end up lost in the rabbit hole first.
He reveled in her body and the soul-deep connection he felt when he was inside her. The sharing only brightened the sensation, because as he filled her with his cock, he provided her another. As he took her pleasure, he gave her even more.
Henri found her mouth, licking at her lips with flicks of his tongue. Then he dipped his hips low and thrust against a spot that made her tremble. Oleg pulled one of her pert nipples into his mouth as he ramped up his thrusts. This was a hunt, and she was the trophy. “Come, baby,” he said. “Come for me. “
“No.” She bared her teeth at him. “More.”
The animal growl caught them both off guard, and each of them slowed. Oleg snatched her by the jaw, calling her gaze to him. Her eyes burned like a blue flame. He powered into her, squeezing her ass and only causing them all to pant. “Kitten…”
She locked her fingers around Oleg’s neck. “More… More.”
“God, Samantha.” Henri ground out. “Give it!”
In that moment, there was a shift. Oleg felt it as Henri pounded into her, and Oleg also played his part in trying to tear her into two. Henri tangled his fist into her hair, and her head snapped back. Oleg took a bite of her collar bone. She unlatched her fingers from around his neck and let her arms extend like wings out to her sides. They hammered. She flew.
“More.”
“Fuck.” Oleg’s voice was a deep primal rumble, predicting the earthquake he was about to experience.
He gave her what she asked for. They both did. They weren’t hunting anymore. They were trying to outrun their own release in pursuit of hers. And when she stiffened with the jolt of her orgasm, it was a mercy that was impossible not to feel grateful for.
But she was the one to express her gratitude.
Lifting her head from Henri and bowing it against Oleg’s shoulder, she spoke with gentle puffs of air tickling his chest. “Thank you, Master,” she said.
The swell in Oleg’s balls turned nuclear with the satisfaction of pleasing her. The power of this woman to turn submission into dominance and dominance into submission made her queen. To have her wear his collar made him feel like a God.
Oleg took a step back then, wanting to watch her take Henri to his own release. Her legs still twined with the ropes, and he took her hands, helping her to place them on the floor. Henri pushed her ankles wide as the ropes held her legs aloft. The ropes vibrated like strummed guitar strings. Wet slaps of flesh added a sensual percussion among the melody of their moans. She reached out and gripped Oleg’s ankles. Her gaze fluttered up to him through blue-tinged las
hes.
Her command couldn’t be mistaken, sultry and smooth, raw and undeniable. “Give it!”
Henri came in a flood of curses and guttural riffs. He arched into her with one last powerful thrust, spreading her ankles wider than ever. The smile on her face was a shot of rocket fuel in his veins. Oleg crouched low and pressed his palm to her fevered forehead, pulling a long stroke over her damp tresses, stroking the mane of his feral pet.
He narrowed his gaze and searched her eyes for the state of her endurance. Her gaze flickered away and then returned to his. She doubted herself, for only a second. The scales shifted once again in the room.
“More,” he said, as Paolo untangled her legs from the ropes.
Chapter 32
There was a sensation of nothingness in the royal-blue cave that narrowed Samantha’s senses to register only the searing rasp of Oleg’s voice and the hiss of fiery breath through Henri’s flaring nostrils. The room felt otherworldly, with no hint of light or sound from the earthly action that proceeded uninterrupted above their heads. Only the five of them existed in this realm, and two of the four others dropped in on her radar once again now that the haze of her orgasm had fully ebbed. Paolo had her wrapped at the waist with the crook of his arm while he diligently maneuvered the silk ropes free from her thighs. She balanced upside down, palms flat on the floor, and her attention was drawn to Ivan, who she located standing back with his hands clasped in front of a sizeable bulge in his pants.
When her legs were loose, Paolo gently lowered the rest of her body onto the floor, which presented her face, torso and thighs with radiant heat. He was on her then, his warm skin draping over her every curve. Naked, he engulfed her with his entire being, though he saved her from the full brunt of his weight with locked elbows mostly supporting him. In a slow, meandering trip, his lips and nose grazed her neck and then the sides of her breasts, not affording her the dignity of bypassing her underarms. He took in her essence, inhaling swaths of air marked by her scent. He coveted every distinct note of her innate fragrance with a slow navigation of her entire body. Grace was lost when he spread open her cheeks and pressed his face between them. His tongue pressed into her puckered hole, and she couldn’t help but to arch upward toward him.
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