“Well, Rose, we’d better get on with this. Over my knee, darling.” She draped herself between his legs and over his thigh as he indicated. She felt her legs held in place by his other leg and her hips pressed into his groin. The bulge she felt there was hot and swelling by the second. He was enjoying this, too. His large hand caressed her bottom and she felt her nipples grow hard. He stroked his way over both cheeks and down her thighs.
“So perfect, pale and cool. Soon they will be hot and red, cariño.”
What’s that he is calling me? The way he said it, it sounded like a caress. But he’s angry with me isn’t he? Is he teasing? Making me think he’s forgotten the scratch and my cheek to him? One long finger sought entrance to her cunt. He pressed all the way in and she felt the sudden rush of moisture. He withdrew it, only to replace it with three fingers as he pushed them firmly home. He felt around until he found her G-spot and she moaned in appreciation. He rewarded her with more stroking and massaging as she wriggled to keep his fingers in just the right place.
“Well, Edward, I know what I’m going to be doing for the next little while. Are you going to stand there looking or is there something else you’d like to do?”
* * * *
Olafur wasn’t happy. Why am I here? I don’t want to fuck anyone but Edward. Edward had prevailed because Olafur did want to please him. Edward doesn’t want me to speak all night. He thinks I don’t know it’s just in case Salvador asks me any questions. Edward doesn’t want me to answer. Oh well, that doesn’t bother me. Knowing Edward’s propensity for mischief, I wonder what he’s about with the woman, Rose. Edward would never have me fuck a woman would he? Panic gripped him for a moment. I just can’t do it. How odd. I felt a strange connection, some sort of empathy with her when I first set eyes on her. Normally women leave me indifferent, but not her. Maybe it was that sad, sweet smile she greeted me with. She was suffering, too, and he knew how that went.
“Olafur, how many times do you need to be told?” Edward sounded pissed off. Olafur had been deep in his own thoughts and missed something. He looked up at Edward. Oh God, I’m in for it now. I’ve made Edward lose face in front of Salvador. There’s a rivalry going on here that I don’t understand. I’d better pay more attention. I’ve made a mistake and now I’m going to pay for it.
“Oh dear, he’s not such a well-trained sub after all.” There was a hint of mockery in Salvador’s voice and Olafur winced. Edward was very inventive in the punishments he meted out and needed no goading from a rival Dom to urge him on.
“Olafur, come over here now. You have one opportunity to redeem yourself unless you want to feel the whip across your back.”
Olafur heard the woman gasp. He didn’t want to feel the whip, either, as Edward could be vicious. He waited for further instructions.
“Suck me off and make it good,” Edward whispered to Olafur. There was a threat in his voice which the sub didn’t miss as his Master handed a tube of lube to him. Olafur sank to his knees in front of his Master and carefully lowered the zip of his leather trousers. He pushed them down over Edward’s lean hips and eased the tight, white boxers over his long, lean, muscled thighs. He sighed in anticipation and breathed in the unique smell of this man who drove him wild with frustration as well as lust. He licked the small pearly drop of pre-cum from Edward’s swollen cock. He loved the salty, spicy taste of it, and suddenly all else faded from his brain as he leaned in to lick his way slowly down the beautiful, thick shaft. He nibbled and sucked on the huge vein throbbing on the side and felt Edward’s hands in his hair.
He took Edward’s sac in one hand and rolled his balls carefully. Edward enjoys a bite of pain, but I’d better not go too far tonight if I don’t want a flogging. He took the beautiful cock into his mouth and sucked in his cheeks, taking him as deep as he could. His head bobbed as he pleasured his Master in the way he preferred. Squeezing lube onto his fingers, his hands parted the firm, taut cheeks of Edward’s bottom and his thumb pressed inside, eliciting a deep moan of satisfaction as he located and massaged his prostate. Soon Edward’s hips began to buck and he pumped his cock deep into Olafur’s throat. Olafur struggled to accommodate him as Edward stilled then his legs trembled as jet after jet of hot cum hit the back of Olafur’s throat. He swallowed convulsively, managing to take it all. Edward bent over Olafur and held onto him to keep from falling over. Olafur was happy to hold him, loving the intimacy of the moment.
It was then that he again became conscious of the other two in the room. Hearing a woman being fucked was high on his list of dislikes, but somehow this one was different. The sweet sound of her sobbing moans didn’t offend him, rather, they increased his own arousal. He remembered the strange connection he’d felt when they’d exchanged looks. I’m glad that she’s getting her share of pleasure, poor little thing. I only hope that Edward will allow me my release, too. Edward stood up and, pulling Olafur to his feet and into his arms tenderly, he kissed him.
“You excelled yourself, love. I haven’t the heart or the energy to wield the whip after that. Come rest with me.”
He led him to the bed and, lying down, took Olafur into his arms and held him close. He petted and stroked his back as he kissed him long and deeply. Olafur forgot everything else, giving himself up to the moment of intimacy. Such moments were becoming scarce and he wanted to prolong it as long as he could. Edward’s strong fingers closed over his cock and began to move, and Olafur moaned in appreciation as Edward pumped his hand then licked a slow trail over his throat and down to each sensitive little nipple, nipping at one then the other as Olafur arched his back into the caress. Edward continued down his stomach and finally got to where the Icelander needed him most. Just as he took the purple head of Olafur’s dick into his mouth, from the other side of the room where Salvador continued his ministrations, Rose screamed as she came. Edward swirled his tongue around the head of Olafur’s cock and dipped it daintily into his slit as far as he could, driving his man wild with desire. Olafur writhed and moaned. His groans of pleasure seemed to drive Edward on. He increased the tempo and Olafur felt the familiar tingles begin as Edward sucked his cock deep into his mouth. The wet heat combined with the joy of the increasingly rare moment of intimacy made his release, when it came, all the sweeter, and he shouted Edward’s name as he came deep in his Master’s throat.
Chapter Three
Master Salvador kept up the stroking as she moaned in appreciation. She heard Edward threaten to whip his sub, and she couldn’t help her gasp of astonishment. She lifted her head slightly to see what he was doing. My but he’s a beautiful sight. She held on tightly to Master Salvador’s leg as he continued to pleasure her. She’d forgotten that he intended to spank her. She’d forgotten everything as she watched the drop-dead-gorgeous man take off his thong and allow his cock and balls free. She felt her mouth drop open at the sight. He’s big and thick and so beautiful. No man has the right be as beautiful as that. It just isn’t fair. Then all power of thought was ripped from her as Master Salvador’s hand came down on her behind. She cried out. The blow had fallen right across both her cheeks and it stung. He waited a few seconds before setting up a rhythm of slaps and pauses. At first it just stung and she wriggled to try and avoid it. It wasn’t long before the sensation changed into pleasure. She’d been wet before, but now she felt the moisture pool in her cunt and begin to overflow down her legs. Master Salvador continued to pepper her behind then all of a sudden he stopped. His long fingers entered her and he began the stroking and massaging again. She writhed as his fingers connected with that particular spot and the pleasure became almost too much to bear.
“Mmm, you smell nice. I wonder what you taste like?”
His fingers left her cunt and she whined a protest, receiving a sharp slap for her pains.
“Silence. Wait in silence until I decide what I’m going to do to you.”
“Seems you might need a hand to handle that sub, Salvador.” Edward was taking the opportunity to get a little of his own
back as Olafur pleasured him.
“Seems like you have enough on your plate with what you’re doing Edward,” Salvador countered. “I can manage this little one on my own thank you.”
“Cariño, you taste like the finest honey ever made in La Alcarria.” Delicately, he licked her cream off his fingers and smacked his lips in appreciation. “Mmmm, so sweet and a tang of citrus, too.”
Rose blushed to the roots of her hair. No man had ever wanted to taste her down there and she wasn’t sure how she ought to react. Blessedly, she remembered he’d ordered her to be silent so she said nothing. There are times when what these Doms want suits their subs, too. She heard moans of pleasure from the other side of the room and saw Olafur sucking Edward’s cock. If anything, Olafur’s own cock had grown even larger. Briefly, she wondered what it would be like to have him fuck her. It was only a fleeting thought. She knew he would never look at her in that way, but she could look at him and appreciate his beauty. She wasn’t a tease and would never pursue a gay man just to see if she could prevail and get him to fuck her. What is this strange concern I feel for Olafur and at a time like this? Master Salvador must have been watching the show, too, as all he was doing was stroking her bottom soothingly. It felt so good. Master Salvador moved her, and then he sat her on his lap and held her close to his chest. His long fingers penetrated her, stroking, twisting, scissoring. It was fortunate he held her tight. The pleasure was so acute she arched her back and twisted in his grip. He chuckled and fucked her more forcefully. What was he waiting for? Why didn’t he let her fly?
“Please, please. Oh god, oh god, oh god. I can’t stand it.”
His hand left her cunt and he ground the side of his hand over her clit until she shrieked his name. Blessed release flowed over her, points of light like stars clouded her vision, and she closed her eyes. Her limbs twitched and shook, but he wouldn’t let her fall. He didn’t remove his hand but kept up the friction. Just before she toppled over the edge she heard Edward groan and she moaned as a further orgasm hurled her into oblivion.
* * * *
When she looked into his eyes, Salvador had felt as if he’d been punched in the stomach. Madre de Dios, but she’s something else. What has she done to me? Why does she of all women affect me so? I don’t want to harm a hair on her head, but she is the one who damaged my car and was so very rude to me. Why is this? I just want to gather her into my arms and protect her. How odd. I don’t know if she needs protecting but she looks as if she does. I want to feel her heart beat next to mine, her head on my shoulder. I want to taste her sweet breath as I claim her mouth. His cock, which had softened when he learned of his loss, now stood to attention and swelled as he looked at her breasts. Heavy and firm, they stood proudly with her rosy nipples hard little points. She had a small tattoo of a rose on her left breast. Will she sing in ecstasy as I suckle her there? Her eyes were large and so sad looking. What sorrows can she have and how can I lift them from her delicate shoulders? How I long to see those eyes looking up at me in adoration as that soft mouth works my cock.
He helped her over his knee and began the pleasurable task of learning what she liked. His fingers soon found her G-spot, and her response to his massaging of it was all he’d hoped for. She couldn’t control her limbs or the sweet sounds she made. He hummed appreciatively and settled to the task of getting her ready for the erotic spanking he was about to deliver. Edward is occupied with Olafur and won’t notice. It’s probably wishful thinking, but what the hell? I’ll take Edward’s ribbing just to have these moments with her. He peppered her behind with smacks, laid on without too much pain, just enough to increase her pleasure. She rewarded him with as copious a flow of cream as he’d ever seen. She was enjoying this as much as he was. His fingers stroking, massaging, flexing, and pumping in and out of her cunt drove her on until she was almost there. He turned her in his arms, and the edge of his hand rubbing her clit brought her orgasm crashing down on her. She thrashed in his arms as he continued to rub her tender bud, giving her a second. This time she screamed her release and sobbed as her eyes rolled up in her head and she clutched at him. He gathered her to him and held her for a long time as she twitched in after-shock. Her hair tickled his chin, and the combined smells of woman, perfume, and sex made his cock desperate for release.
“Put her down and I’ll look after her in a minute. I need the bathroom. Come over and see what you can think of to do with Olafur, he’s all yours,” Edward said. Olafur had got up and was standing waiting by the bench. Edward headed to the bathroom, and Salvador deposited Rose on the bed, covering her with a blanket. Then he walked over to look at the most beautiful male sub he’d ever seen.
Chapter Four
Rose heard what Edward said. I can’t believe that Salvador is going to leave me to another after what has just happened. It meant so much to me, and did it mean so little to him? I bet that Edward intends to try out the St Andrew’s cross. I know he’ll never fuck me because he told me so in no uncertain terms. Suddenly it was all too much to bear. She got up off the bed, picked up her clothes, and scrambled into them. A slip of paper fell to the floor and absently she picked it up. Holding back the tears with difficulty, she crept out of the room. She closed the door and hurried down the stairs. She collected her things, put the slip of paper in her bag, and left the club. When she got into the car park she fumbled for her key and the dam broke. For a few minutes she held onto the side of a car and sobbed. She had to get away. She looked up and saw it was his bloody car. She was tempted to score the side with her key and really put a scratch on it, but it was a beautiful car and would be a shame to ruin it. She heard the door to the club open. She knew it must be them looking for her. Getting in the car, she reversed out and left the car park. Bugger the lot of them.
* * * *
“Where’s Rose?”
Until Edward said that Salvador hadn’t realised she had gone. He turned and looked. Her clothes were gone and so was she. He left Olafur, left Edward, and hurried down the stairs. In reception, Sue was behind the counter.
“Have you seen a girl leave the club?”
“The one who came for the first time tonight? Yes, she just left in a hurry.
“Hijo de la...” Salvador let loose a stream of Spanish curses as he left the club.
“Rose, come back.”
She didn’t hear him. Sadly, he watched the backlights of her car. I wonder if I’ve lost her forever or if I’ll ever see her again. Slowly, he walked back into the club. He had to go back upstairs, but he didn’t have the heart for it. What in God’s name is wrong with me? I’ve waited for months and asked Edward so many times if he’d bring Olafur up to Carlisle and allow me to fuck him. Now he’s here, the perfect sub, well-trained and eager to please, and I’m reluctant to go and take advantage of that? It doesn’t make any sense. Best pull myself together and get up there before Edward gets the chance to make me look a fool. Salvador was proud of his reputation and had no intention of letting Edward or anyone else tarnish it. He climbed the stairs and pinned an eager, anticipatory smile on his lips. Entering the room he found Edward and Olafur waiting. They looked at him curiously.
“She’s left the club. I couldn’t catch her before her car left the car park. Have you an address for her? I should make sure she’s all right,” Salvador said. That’s the way to play it, just a conscientious Dom looking after his sub. Edward doesn’t look convinced, but it’s all he’s getting to know.
“Sorry, old man. I just met her again tonight. We went to school together, it was the merest coincidence that we met in the foyer of the club tonight.”
“Well then, I can’t do any more.” He turned to Olafur and, glancing at Edward for confirmation, said, “Now I get to do what I have been wanting to do since the first moment I saw you.”
Going over to the blond Icelander he took him by the back of the neck and slowly kissed him on the lips. It was an exploratory kiss, and as Salvador’s sensuous mouth closed over Olafur’s just at first he f
elt resistance. Not so eager then, maybe he doesn’t want this and it was all Edward’s doing. Then under the onslaught of lips and tongue, Olafur’s mouth yielded to Salvador and the dance began. Salvador had wanted this for so long and the Icelander didn’t disappoint. He might look like an ice god, but there was lava in his veins and soon, upon invitation, his tongue began to explore Salvador’s mouth. Salvador felt his cock swell and throb. No rush, there’s all night. Nevertheless he felt the urge to fuck Olafur hard and fast and at once. He controlled the urge. Take the time to savour every moment. He’d thought that Rose’s leaving in that way would spoil the evening for him. He knew now he was wrong. Nothing and no-one was going to ruin this experience for him. Olafur was a delight, blond and slim yet well-muscled. Salvador felt the bulge in his own leathers grow as Olafur’s erection pressed into his lower belly. One of his hands strayed and found the drop of pre-cum on Olafur’s dick. He smoothed it over the head and then, breaking the kiss, gently pushed the man to his knees. Olafur didn’t need twice telling. Edward handed the condom to his sub, who opened the foil and smoothed it over Salvador’s shaft.
“Look me in the eyes.”
Olafur looked up as his mouth closed over Salvador. The heat was intense. His tongue played along the length and his hands rolled Salvador’s balls in his sac with just the nip of pain that he liked. He is well-trained. I wonder if he does this for Edward or if Edward told him what I like? The cool ice-blue eyes were fixed on his as Olafur increased the suction, taking Salvador deep in his throat, and, as instructed, never allowing his gaze to fall. Salvador couldn’t tell if this was a pleasure for the man or if he was just doing his Master’s bidding. His eyes, deep pools of blue like the still, deep waters of the Blue Lagoon of his native land, betrayed nothing he didn’t want them to betray. That was rather a disappointment, as Salvador had wanted to see into his soul as he fucked his mouth. Ah well, so it was not to be. Always a fatalist, Salvador would make do with the pleasure. After all, you can’t have everything in life. There’s always a price to pay.
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