by Poppy Flynn
"Harder, faster," he rasped.
Desi could hear the slick noises her channel made as she sped up and longed to withdraw her fingers and swirl them around the hard little nub of her clit which was pouting for attention. She wondered if they would leave her like this until she finally came…or did they want to hear her beg? She parted her lips to take in more air, and at that precise moment, Connor ordered, "Come over here and offer your fingers to Master Logan."
Desi relaxed her knees, which she had braced to keep herself upright, and walked towards the four Doms on legs that felt strangely weak. She felt the blush rise up from her below her neck to the roots of her hair as she stopped in front of Logan and offered him her hand.
He was another one who was big on eye contact, and Desi felt her colour deepen even more as he growled, "Wet your fingers for me a little more, first. I want to get a good taste."
Desi bit her lip as she trailed her hand back down, but as she withdrew, she couldn't resist rubbing her wet fingers across her throbbing clit.
"Uh-uh, Uh!" Logan admonished, grabbing her hand away and delivering a sharp slap to her pussy. A small squeak left Desi's lips and she slapped her free hand across her mouth in shock at the sound, her eyes flying to Logan's as he sucked the fingers of her right hand into his mouth with a purely devilish gleam in eyes that wasn't hidden by the glasses he still wore, since he'd arrived straight from work.
Jake grinned happily at the tiny sign that she was loosening up, but Desi was horrified. It just didn't seem right to make any kind of involuntary noise, no matter how small.
Connor also reacted, hurrying behind her and winding her hair in his hand. He pulled her head back and nuzzled her neck. "That's right, baby. Let it out. We want to hear you."
In that moment, Desi realised there was something about that special note of command in a Dom's voice—any Dom's voice—that made her want to obey, even when those commands were contrary to her nature. She felt herself soften ever so slightly.
While Logan continued to suck on her fingers, pulling them in and out of his mouth suggestively, one by one, Connor took the hand from over her mouth and guided it back to her breast. He bit her neck where it met her shoulder and a shudder ran through her, and when he moved his own fingers down to her aching clit, Desi found herself melting against his huge, muscular frame.
For the next ten minutes, the two men touched her all over, from the tips of her fingers to the arch of her foot and all places in between, stroking, caressing, kissing and nibbling. She felt surrounded by them, as if they touched everywhere at once. Everywhere except the place she longed for them to concentrate, because somehow, their attention now avoided her weeping pussy, and it was through a haze of mindless desire and anticipation that Desi realised she was undulating her hips, impatiently trying to ease the ache there and encourage them to find her centre.
Suddenly, they both stopped and Desi wanted to scream in frustration. They had teased her to the brink of exasperation and now they withdrew. Her breath, coming in short, sharp pants began to ease and she gritted her teeth and screwed her eyes shut in an attempt to calm herself, when all she wanted to do was scream at them and demand they satisfy the cravings they had ignited.
Connor blew in her face, and she opened her eyes.
"Undo my shirt," he ordered, and Desi lifted trembling fingers that fumbled with his buttons.
Behind her, Logan pressed kisses down her spine and dropped to his knees while he nibbled at her hip and her buttocks, his hands wrapped around her thighs, so close and yet so far away from her needy core.
Desi made three attempts at one of the buttons, her irritation mounting. She didn't want to be undoing buttons. She didn't want to have to concentrate on the fiddly little holes; she just wanted some relief from the clamouring need that throbbed through her body.
Not a single man had ignited this kind of need inside her for over a decade. Not until she had encountered Joel again, and even then, she had wondered if it was just him—if she was destined to only respond to just one man in her entire lifetime. But although Joel spoke to her body on a far different level from the others who were present, there was no doubt whatsoever in her mind any more that it was Dominant men who really did it for her. Because, even though this was Connor and Logan working her over, murmuring directives in that commanding tone, her body still responded and her cravings still built, just slower and softer and not in that flash fire way in which Joel triggered her to erupt. Desi realised that each and every man in this room, and likely many who visited the establishment, had the intrinsic ability to send her soaring. It was just a slower burn. Not that it felt that slow right now. Anticipation and a stark yearning to make more such discoveries about herself and the D/s dynamic had her encouraged and impatient.
Before she knew what she was doing, Desi gave a frustrated yank on the front of Connor's shirt, tearing it apart, dragging the sleeves down his arms and pinging off the buttons at his cuffs in her desperation. The sound of ripping fabric and tinkling of buttons as they bounced and scattered on the concrete floor was loud in the quiet, industrial space and seemed to echo around the room as did the low snarl that emanated from her throat.
The shock of those noises made Desi freeze, her eyes wide and her lips forming a little 'o' in disbelief, but again, neither man gave her a second to regain her crumbling composure. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Connor rid himself of the ruined remains of his shirt and hauled her against his bare chest, plunging his tongue straight into her open mouth and kissing her fiercely while Logan quickly found his feet and then plunged two fingers into her dripping pussy and pumped ruthlessly, his other hand finding her stiff little clitoris and pinching remorselessly, and Desi couldn't stop the little whimpers of pleasure that Connor swallowed into his mouth. Her internal muscles tightened around Logan's fingers and she heaved a sigh that she'd finally get to come when the bastards retreated once more.
"No!" the word was spat as a curse as she was left once more on the cusp of a delicious climax, only to be left wanting.
In the next second, she found the world tilting as strong arms lifted her, and she knew a moment of disorientation before she realised she was bent over Joel's knee.
"What was that, my sweet?" he asked in a silky voice, chuckling. "Are you trying to issue orders to your Doms?"
Joel's hand smoothed in circles over her backside and Desi wiggled uncharacteristically, trying to rub her clit against his thigh to find some relief.
"Oh, I don't think so, lovely." He adjusted his position to thwart her attempts. "I think this means a punishment is in order."
Before he'd even finished the sentence, his hand came down hard on her flesh. Joel barely gave himself a moment to enjoy the redness of his hand imprinted on her skin before he peppered her ass with a dozen hard, fast slaps. Then his arm braced the back of her knees and she was aware that Jake had taken over her spanking and she felt a tell-tale trickle of arousal wet her thighs at having one man hold her while another punished her and others watched. There was no respite after another dozen, when she felt Connor's huge hands on flesh that was smarting and burning from the small of her back to the back of her thighs.
When Logan took his turn, Desi was barely aware that Connor had come to kneel in front of her until he grabbed her hair and started to feed his huge member into her mouth.
"Look at the state you've left poor Master Connor in," Joel crooned smoothly. "I think he needs some relief, don't you? You've left him hard and aching. I think you need to suck his cock until he spews his cum right down your throat, while the rest of us continue to spank you as punishment for leaving him so needy and only thinking of your own pleasure."
Joel adjusted her position, pulling her legs further apart as Connor fucked into her mouth and Jake resumed her spanking, this time, aiming his blows at the juncture of her spread thighs so that every so often a blow would glance against her sex and send her pussy into a spasm.
Desi was so despera
te to move and find her own relief that she struggled against Joel's hold, but he held her immobile, and the tighter he held her, the more she felt compelled to buck against him.
Connor held her head still as he pumped roughly into her mouth. His tight grasp against her hair sent tingles through her scalp, only adding to her overwhelming lust. She made soft whimpering noises in her throat, which only made him growl and thrust faster.
What about me, when do I get to come? she wanted to scream, but her mouth was too full of cock.
Fire rained on her backside, her spanking going far beyond anything she had endured in the past, and as pain and pleasure mingled together, Desi could no longer control the grunts that vibrated around Connor's cock with each slap at her flesh.
"Fondle my balls!" Connor demanded, and Desi raised her eyes to his face, clenched in ecstasy as the noises she made increased his pleasure.
Grabbing his taut, muscled thigh in one hand for balance, she lifted her other hand to his scrotum and massaged his sac, rubbing her fingers along his perineum until he groaned and pushed further down the back of her throat. Desi's eyes watered and she relaxed her jaw and breathed through her nose to supress her gag reflex as she finally felt his balls contract in her hand and knew he was about to blow.
"Damn, you didn't tell me that she deep throats!" Connor muttered. "No way I can last against that! Oh, my God, she's superb!" Desi felt warmed by his praise and was only vaguely aware that the spanking stopped as she gulped Connor's cum down her throat, frantically trying to swallow it all and failing miserably as it dribbled down her chin along with her own saliva.
When he withdrew, Connor grabbed her under her arms and hauled her to him before she could clean herself up. Joel's strong arms at her waist gave her balance and Connor slurped the flat of his tongue through the mess on her cheek and thrust his tongue into her mouth once again, tasting himself and her as he tangled his tongue with hers in a kiss that seemed to go on and on and stole what was left of her breath, much to the amusement of Jake and Logan as they watched Joel's face darken in response.
"God, I love it dirty!" Connor exclaimed when he finished, with a boyish grin and a jubilance she'd never seem from him before.
He tucked himself away and retrieved his ruined shirt. Desi felt her cheeks heat at the sight of it, but Connor just laughed and patted her hair.
"If you find yourself single and horny, you just give me a call," he murmured softly and with surprising affection as Joel's disgruntled warning growl rumbled behind them.
Connor just ignored him, placing a final sweet kiss on the end of her nose as he cupped her cheek tenderly and tangled his gaze quite intimately with hers.
"I mean it," he all but whispered, shutting the rest of them out, though the other three men were all close enough to hear his husky words. "You ever decide you want to play, just let me know."
Desi just stood wide eyed and guileless, her head still spinning as he headed for the door, his hand raised in salute to the rest of them.
Chapter 10
Desi wiped the back of her hand across her chin and gulped in huge breaths of air as her senses came back to her and she frantically tried to calm her raging lust. Her butt and the back of her thighs were ablaze, and now that the swats had stopped, the residual glow sent a warm heat spiralling through her abdomen. With Connor's withdrawal from the scene, the intensity had subsided and Desi used those precious moments to try and regain her equilibrium. She felt like she was almost out of control and found that unnerving as she struggled to recapture her composure.
It appeared that Joel had also noticed her efforts, because, without warning, he pulled her down and his hand delved between her legs and started to rub at her clit, deftly undoing the small amount of poise she had managed to establish. "Time to push a bit harder, I believe," he whispered wickedly in her ear, nipping at the lobe and making her jump.
"You are doing so well, sweetheart." Jake crouched before her where she was perched on Joel's knee and cupped her face, drawing his thumb softly over her cheek, and Desi was vaguely aware that he had stripped out of his shirt and changed into a pair of soft, faded jeans at some point. She found herself appreciating his sleek, muscled chest with its light sprinkling of hair. Like Joel, Jake had also filled out since his early twenties and had turned into a fine hunk of eye candy. She soon forgot her drooling with his next words.
"But now, it's time for you to feel my single tail."
Desi drew in an audible gasp and drew back against Joel, her eyes immediately darting to Jake's belt loop, where she saw his signature signal whip coiled against his hip.
"Oh!" she yelped on a breath that exhaled in a rush. She wasn't completely ignorant of the whip. Joel had occasionally practiced with one during the earlier days of their scening, but its use had diminished during the course of their relationship. Desi finally understood, after all that had transpired so far, that it was because she'd had difficulty controlling herself to the stringent levels Joel had required under the strike of the lash. And she guessed that's why he was using it now. That was the whole point of this scenario, after all, to cause her to break free of the restraint that had become an unwanted part of her nature.
Still, it was not without trepidation that Desi received the news, but before she could dwell on the thought, Joel threw her for another loop.
"I think you need to wear a spider for this, too," he declared, pulling the distinctively looking gag out of his pocket.
"After all, we wouldn't want you to accidentally bite Master Logan's cock in two."
Desi's eyes flew to Logan, who had also changed his clothes and now stood laughing in a black leather vest and a pair of matching trousers which were unlaced and highlighted his happy trail as it disappeared tantalisingly beneath the heavy fabric.
Logan chucked her under the chin in a move incongruous to their situation. He had removed his glasses and loosened his hair from its confines, and now it grazed his shoulders, giving him a bold and rakishly handsome air that was completely at odds with his usual appearance. She found she liked both personas but she wondered why he had changed when Joel had not. She understood that Jake needed to be comfortable and able to move freely while he wielded his whip, but Logan seemed somehow overdressed.
"An added layer of protection." He winked his constantly smiling eyes, as if he had read her mind. "Just in case the tip of Jake's whip lands where it shouldn't or wraps around my leg."
"Pfft!" Jake snorted. "As if!"
"Safe, sane and consensual," Joel reminded, but Desi could tell they were only bantering.
She was drawn away from their antics by Joel pressing the spider gag against her mouth and motioning her to open up so he could insert the metal ring in place.
"It's just a simple one," he assured her, "No extra straps or spikes or anything, just the basics, as a precaution."
Desi surmised that she would be servicing Logan's cock while Jake danced his whip across her back, but still the idea of a gag that would force her mouth open made her feel more than a little vulnerable as Joel set it in place and went to work fastening the leather strap.
"Ah, Desi," Logan mused as he stepped towards her and deftly removed his hard cock from its confines, stroking it up and down while Joel helped her to her knees.
"You look so beautiful like this," he crooned. "If you were mine, I'd have your arms bound to your sides with red silk rope,"
He positioned his fat cock at her lips, and its girth was such that Desi wondered if it would fit through the ring of the gag. She was pretty sure it would be a tight squeeze, if nothing else.
"The colour would look so beautiful against your tanned skin, and after your whipping, the rope would leave the loveliest pattern combination with the welts."
Desi remembered then that bondage was Logan's big kink. He got off tying submissives up and was an expert in the art of Hojojutsu, the Samurai art of restraint and immobilisation bondage using ropes.
"The rope marks would fade first and le
ave a beautiful hyphen design where the welts have been interrupted."
He continued to speak as he held her head still while he worked his cock through the ring and into her mouth, and she discovered that the tenor of his smooth voice soothed as well as aroused her. So much so that she forgot to anticipate the first strike of Jake's signal whip and the lash caught her by surprise, forcing a short yelp from her throat.
"That's right, baby, scream around my cock." Logan's voice stayed slow and velvety despite the flash of fire and pain that streaked across her shoulders.
"Mmmm, those vibrations are just glorious!"
In an unconscious movement, Desi braced her hands against Logan's thighs to steady herself, and she could feel his rock-hard muscles beneath the leather that covered him.
Logan tangled his fingers in her hair and held her immobile as Jake sent a second flash of fire dancing across her skin an inch below the first, and the third followed swiftly behind so that the pain built faster and ebbed slower. She couldn't keep another shriek from quivering around Logan's cock as he lengthened his strokes while she desperately scrambled for control.
Logan kept his pace smooth and unhurried, his voice continually murmuring words that stopped having any meaning and just the deep cadence of his voice as a gentle hum penetrated her consciousness as the pain morphed into ribbons of pleasure and Desi felt herself slipping into her happy place, once again.
As her pain threshold elevated, Desi felt the lashes of Jake's whip set her alight, each stroke guiding fire through her nerve endings and raising her higher until she was floating in a wonderful bubble of exhilaration and passion that found her stroking and massaging Logan's scrotum without direction from a Dom and cupping and squeezing his ass cheeks and pulling him in as her pleasure was voiced in a constant purr around his shaft.
"Oh, damn, Connor was right. I'm not going to last long, either." Logan's voice barely penetrated the euphoric haze but she read his body language with ease as he stiffened, clenching his fists in her hair and she readied herself for his offering.