by Paula Mabbel
“You are not to say a word, understood?” Claire said sternly. “And you are NOT to cum, unless I give you permission.”
Elizabeth nodded. Claire trailed her hand lightly over her back; Elizabeth trembled slightly under her fingertips, whether from excitement or trepidation, Claire didn’t know. She walked around the bench, allowing Elizabeth’s anticipation of the first blow to heighten. Claire drew out the moment by teasing her private parts with her hand, then landed a hard smack with the paddle on Elizabeth’s left ass cheek, followed by one immediately on her right. Elizabeth tensed and gasped, then gradually her breathing lengthened and she began to relax.
Claire rained down several more increasingly hard blows on her buttocks and thighs, before grabbing her skin and massaging it roughly. Elizabeth moaned and lifted her hips to Claire’s hand, breathing hard. Claire retreated to the far side of the room where Felicia was relaxing, watching her protégé in action. After about a minute, she returned to the naked woman and gave her a couple more hard paddles, then roughly grabbed her pubic hair and pulled on her pussy lips. She wormed her thumb up into Elizabeth’s pussy, wiggling it around and working Elizabeth’s clit with her fingers. Elizabeth was moaned heavily and squirmed with pleasure.
Then Claire brought out a powerful vibrator, and began running it up and down Elizabeth’s body, concentrating on her ass and thighs. As she brought it closer and closer to her pussy, Elizabeth started making little noises, and Claire reminded her, “Be silent. And do NOT cum.”
She buzzed the vibrator lightly, then more insistently, on her clit, pressing and releasing to increase the tension buildup. She worked Elizabeth for a few minutes like this, then turned off the vibrator.
“You didn’t think I would let you cum now, did you?” Claire said, laughing. She removed the ball gag from Elizabeth’s mouth, and released the restraints. She bent down and whispered in her ear, “You were a good girl. Now relax a bit.”
Claire helped her up, led her over to a larger, thickly padded massage table, and had her lay down, then pressed a button on the wall, and a masseuse came in to scrub her down with a rough, dry brush, stimulating her skin all over, making it glow warm and pink with increased circulation.
When the masseuse finished, Claire turned her onto her back, slid Elizabeth down to the end of the table, lifted and spread her legs, holding them fast with straps. Again her arms were restrained above her head, and Claire took the opportunity to use the vibrator to stimulate her some more, until she was squirming and moaning with desire.
“I think it’s time for my cameo, Mr. DeMille,” said Felicia, emerging from the shadows wearing nothing but a bustier and an eight-inch black strapon dildo. Both of them could see that Elizabeth was more than ready for a good fucking, so placing the big head of the dildo against her hole, Felicia pushed it in, using her thumb on Elizabeth’s clit, circling and strumming it. She started slowly stroking Elizabeth in and out with the big cock.
“You want to cum so badly right now, don’t you?” Felicia teased her. “But you won’t. Not until I say you can.”
As Felicia picked up the tempo, Elizabeth whined and thrashed, bucking her hips up into the large dick. Claire came around the top of the table and massaged her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipples. Elizabeth groaned in ecstasy, as Felicia pumped the big dildo into her pussy, faster, then slower, then fast again, bringing her to a peak of desire.
Elizabeth was out of her head with lust, writhing and gasping under the skilled hands of her two Dommes. Felicia purred as she thrust over and over, “Let me hear what you want, bitch. What do you want to do? Let me hear it…”
Elizabeth moaned out, “Please, I want to cum now. Please let me cum…I want to cum…ohhhh, ohhh, I want it so bad…”
“Then cum for me now, Elizabeth, cum hard, like a good girl. Let me see you cum now!”
And finally, Elizabeth let herself slip over the edge into orgasmic ecstasy, humping her hips into Felicia’s strapon, spreading her legs as wide as she could, arching her back, and pressing her tits into Claire’s hands.
She screamed as the tremors of her monumental orgasm rocked through her, convulsing her with spasms, sweating and quivering with the power they had unleashed together.
Felicia continued stroking and massaging her until finally, Elizabeth’s body started to go limp. “Oh my god…Oh my god,” was all that she could say. Felicia withdrew, and Claire stayed there at the table with her, murmuring sweet nothings in her ear, and undoing the restraints.
The masseuse came back in and began to sponge her down and towel her dry, then massaged scented oil into her skin. Claire stayed with her and brushed the damp hair away from her forehead, and continued to whisper words of comfort and encouragement.
When the masseuse finished, she and Claire bundled Elizabeth into a luxurious fluffy bathrobe, and brought her over to lay on the chaise where Felicia was lounging and having a snack from a plate of fruits and cheeses.
“Would you like to eat something?” Felicia offered. “Perhaps a little wine?”
“I’m so relaxed already, wine would probably be too stimulating,” she joked. “But I will have a couple slices of apple.” After biting into it, she said, “Ummmm, so sweet and delicious. My senses are always heightened so much after a session. I just loved it. Thank you so much, both of you.”
The two Dommes positioned Elizabeth between them on the chaise and held her close while she relaxed. Her head was curled down toward Felicia’s chest, and above her, Claire and Felicia’s eyes met. Each of them could tell that the other was terrifically turned on by the tag team sex. Felicia licks her lips suggestively and Claire blew her an air kiss.
After spooning with Elizabeth a while longer, Felicia escorted her to the door, then came back to where Claire was relaxing with a glass of wine. She stood up and embraced Felicia in a passionate kiss, then slid her finger under Felicia’s thong and down into her pussy, which she can feel is wet with desire.
“I think this is what I wanted all along,” bringing up her finger to her mouth and sucking it.
Felicia laughed and agreed, “It took me a while to get you there, but finally, it seems like I have found a worthy playmate.”
*****
THE END
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SHIFTER ROMANCE
Taming The Alpha Wolf
Annika Mabrey hated working the night shift in the ticket booth at the movie theater. The Black Fox was the last theater in Maryville that showed classic films, and while they tended to be busy on the weekends when they did horror double features, week nights were dead. The 10pm show had sold three tickets, and Annika sat in the booth reading a romance novel she'd picked up at the drug store before her shift. It wasn't so much the boredom that made her crazy; it was the fact that no one ever seemed to really see her.
Night after night, she would sit in the ticket booth, and people would slide their money through the hole in the plate glass window, without really looking at her. At twenty-four, Annika already felt like she'd missed the best part of her life. She would work from six to midnight, then close up the theater, and go home to her studio apartment and her cat, Monica. Maybe she'd clean, maybe she'd watch TV, but she'd always go to sleep alone. Then she'd wake up the next day, and everything would start over again, leading to a night at the theater in which customer after customer would buy their ticket, but pay no attention to her.
Annika knew she wasn't the kind of girl that stopped traffic, but she'd never felt bad about herself until she became a shadow working at the movie theater. Annika was the youngest of four girls, the shortest, the curviest, the quietest. Her mocha skin was flawless and her big chocolate eyes twinkled with a spark of cleverness, but she wore her wavy hair in a tight pony tail, and almost never bothered with makeup. The more time she spent b
ehind the unforgiving glass of the booth and under the harsh lights of the lobby, the less effort she put into her appearance. Over-sized sweaters that hid her body and comfy jeans became her uniform, slowly turning her into a piece of the furniture at the theater.
Yes, with every ticket taken, with every stranger who didn't bother to make eye contact with her, Annika was becoming more and more confident that she was never going to have an interesting life. Until the night came when she saw his eyes, watching her from the shadows. Until the night when a stranger followed her home from work, and tried to murder her for the ten dollars she had in her purse.
The 10pm showing of Shanghai Express had just let out, and the three people who had shown up to watch were long gone when Annika finally looked up from her book. The teenager who worked behind the concession stand gave Annika a cursory nod as he walked out of the theater and headed home. That meant it was time for her to do a spot check, and lock up. Even though nothing remotely interesting ever happened at The Black Fox, being alone in the centuries-old theater always made her nervous. Dark corners and creaking pipes gave the space a haunted feeling that Annika didn't care for after dark. She always rushed her week night closing ritual, anxious to get to the safety of the city streets.
But tonight, the streets outside the theater didn't offer any safety. As soon as she locked the huge, gothic double doors, and pulled her coat tighter against herself to block out the wind, she felt that something was wrong. Maryville wasn't an exciting city, especially during the week, and Main Street was always deserted when Annika got out of work. But tonight, she felt like she was being watched. In fact, she was sure of it. Yet, she couldn't see anyone, so she grabbed the strap of her purse as tight as she could and began walking with purpose toward her apartment building, which was only a few blocks away from the theater.
She hadn't gone more than a few feet when she heard the sound of steps closing in behind her. Annika's stomach turned in panic, and she cursed her prior decision not to carry pepper spray or a knife, something to protect herself in the event of an attack. Her whole body was alight with fear as she increased her pace, trying to stay as quiet as possible so she could hear if the footsteps got closer. Annika didn't know what came over her, but she stopped walking, and turned around to see if anyone was actually there.
And all at once, there was.
He wasn't much taller than Annika, but he was bulky, with muscles that were visible even through a puffy winter coat. His face was angry, his eyes raging, and she saw a scar that stretched from the top of his forehead, all the way down his cheek, and to the base of his neck. Annika tried not to look in to his eyes, but she couldn't look anywhere else, until suddenly, there was a knife pressed to her throat. She went to scream, but the scream died in her mouth, which was for the better, because the man snarled at her,
“If you make so much as a sound, I will kill you where you stand, do you hear me? Now give me your bag.”
Annika shook her head, reaching up slowly to pull the strap of her purse over her shoulder, but something she did set the man off. She wasn't moving fast enough, or perhaps she was moving too fast. Either way, the knife pressed into the soft flesh of her neck, causing her to cry out in pain. She thought it was the end. She was about to die. An angry man with a knife was about to kill her for what little cash she had in her bag, and she was going to die without having lived at all. Annika took what she thought for sure was going to be her last breath, when a growl filled the night air, and echoed off the buildings around her.
The man with the knife at her neck looked up in a panic all his own, searching the streets for the source of the howl. Annika knew that she should be afraid as well, but right now her mind was prioritizing one fear over another, and as far as she could tell, an animal was less terrifying than a psycho thief with a weapon. She tried to squirm away just a little bit, to use the distraction to sneak off, but the man just pushed the knife tighter to her skin.
“Don't you move an inch. Not one inch.”
Annika tried to catch her breath, but the knife was cutting off her air supply. Another snarl echoed through the night, closer this time, so close that Annika could practically feel it reverberate across her skin. I was wrong, she thought, an animal is going to eat me alive before this maniac can kill me. She closed her eyes and prepared herself for whatever might be coming next. Then, in one felt swoop, the man was gone, as if he'd never been there at all.
Annika tipped forward, thrown off guard by the sudden disappearance of the implement that had been holding her upright. She felt the warmth of her own blood dripping down her neck, staining her clothes, making her dizzy. She tried to gain control of her legs, but she felt them collapsing out from underneath her. The last thing she saw before she fell on to the sidewalk were a pair of glittering shamrock eyes, looking into her own, full of concern.
*****
When Annika came to, she was shocked to see she was in her apartment, in her bed, covered in her favorite quilt. At first, she thought it must have all been a horrible dream, that perhaps, she'd come straight home without a single problem, and passed out, exhausted. Yes; she'd dreamt the whole thing up. She was sure of it now. Sure, until she began to sit up, and felt a gnawing, tearing pain in her neck. A pain so horrible, she cried out in a combination of surprise and agony. Before she had time to panic, there was a rush of wind in the room, and all at once, those same green eyes were upon her once more.
Annika scrambled to the back of her bed, and pressed herself against the headboard. Her mind couldn't make sense of the image of the man in front of her. He was tall, so much taller than her, and lean, with a torso that looked longer than her own entire body. His face was proud and strong, with a bushy brown beard and long straight hair that was mostly piled up under a wool hat. He wore a flannel work shirt rolled up at the sleeves, which showed off his tattooed, muscular arms. Annika didn't know whether to be enamored or terrified.
“Who... who are you? What are you doing in my house?”
Her voice came out as a husky whisper, her throat aching from the damage the crazy thief had done to it. She wanted to ask a million questions, but she couldn't eek out even one more before the pain was too much. Before she could gesture that she couldn't speak, the man reached out a hand and placed it on gently on her leg. Annika couldn't place why, but the gesture was comforting, familiar almost. His voice was like the deep, soft growl of a contented dog, settling down in front of a warm fire. He had an accent she couldn't entire place, but it sounded slightly Australian.
“My name is Kyan. You were hurt, and I... I just wanted to help you. So I brought you home, and put a bandage on your neck. Is it too tight? Can you breathe okay?”
Annika took a longer breath and realized her problem wasn't in her lungs, but in the pain she felt digging against her skin. She nodded that she could breathe, and tried to force out another question.
“How... did you...”
Kyan smiled, his teeth blindingly white, and Annika couldn't help but notice that his canines were just a tiny bit more pointed than she had ever seen. She was at once frightened and intrigued by him; frightened because she still didn't know how this strange man entered her home, but intrigued because his smile made his eyes light up in such a way, she got the sensation that he could never harm her, even if he tried.
“Your license was in your wallet, and your keys. I didn't want to take you to the hospital in case you didn't have insurance or something, and I knew I could fix you up. I hope that's okay. You didn't need stitches. Just some cleaning up and a bandage.”
Annika worked up a small smile, and crawled out of the bed. She gestured for Kyan to follow her to the kitchen, which was only a few steps away since she lived in a studio. She began pouring two glasses of water from the pitcher in her fridge, and hesitantly handed one to Kyan. When his fingers touched her's as he took the water, she felt a spark surge through her entire body, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She almost dropped the glass, but Ky
an grabbed it before it had the chance to slip out of his grasp too.
Annika felt her eyes go wide.
“You have quick reflexes, huh?” she whispered.
Kyan shrugged as he gulped down the water. Annika couldn't help but notice the way the muscles in his neck rippled as he swallowed, the way his eyes were always twinkling like he had a secret. She couldn't explain her attraction to him, but it was overwhelming. Still, that same old feeling washed over her, the feeling that she wasn't good enough, that a man this beautiful couldn't want her.
Annika took another slow, deep breath and sat down at the bar that separated off her kitchen from the rest of the apartment. She began taking small sips from the water, and eventually found that she was able to swallow a few ibuprofens from the bottle on the counter. It took her a moment to realize that Kyan had been watching every move she made, as if he were hunting her in the dark of a forest. She forced herself to start a conversation, even though it hurt, just to break up the silence.
“I'm sorry I didn't thank you for saving me. That man... he would have killed me.”
Kyan sat on a stool next to her. Now he wouldn't look up at her. He just fiddled with a loose string on his jeans.