Acquiesce

by CORY CYR

  “Fuck, you are hot as hell,” he growled as he spun me around so my ass cheeks were fully exposed to his face, allowing Cass to see the silk lace thong that matched the bra. I heard him moan as he teased me by gently nipping each cheek; the sensation of his teeth on my ass caused more moisture to flood my panties and a rush of heat flared straight to my face.

  “I really want to fuck you, Nic, and hopefully by the time I've finished with the foreplay, you'll let me,” he whispered as he got off his knees. “Get on the bed.”

  His voice had gotten huskier and for a moment, it sent an odd warning up my spine. I had the sense that maybe Justin had a darker side that wasn't so sweet. Call it woman's intuition. Maybe he might get rough or maybe this was all part of what they called active role-playing. I had seen that offered on the menu. I supposed many of the guests enjoyed pretending to be something other. It might be something I'd be good at because I was presently doing it for Cass.

  I moved over to the bed and sat by the edge. Justin came over and stood directly in front of me. As I looked up at him, I noticed his eyes had gone half-lidded and he had a sly smile plastered on his face. God, my pussy muscles were actually squeezing in anticipation. Maybe I could be pleasured by any man. Maybe Cass was just a “stand-in” until another came along. Or maybe I wanted to hurt him by having another man defile me while he watched.

  Justin pushed his shorts down to his feet, then kicked them away. I just stared. He wasn't as big as Cass, but he had jewelry… down there. I almost wanted to squeeze my legs together because I cried when I got my ears pierced, and this gorgeous man had a gold bar straight through the head of his cock. I'm sure I looked horrified as I stared.

  “When you feel it inside you, you'll understand why I did it. It's not just for the woman. It feels fucking insane for me too,” he said, pointing his hard shaft at me.

  “I'm sorry if this is too personal, but I have to ask. Didn't that hurt?”

  “Anytime you get a genital piercing, it’s painful. This is an ampallang and because of the way they have to position it, yeah, it was no party. But once it heals and you fuck the first time, that pleasure outweighs any pain you remember.”

  “I don't know. It kind of looks lethal. I'm—”

  Justin stopped me. “I've been made aware of your circumstances, and I won't hurt you. I promise. Besides, there’s nothing so tight it can't be loosened up with the right lubricant. That's the one thing Acquiesce prides itself on—lube. The brothel manufactures its own brand, and it's the best I've ever used. So rule of thumb: you can never use too much lube. All you have to do is trust me.”

  There was that word again. I sighed.

  “What we do here tonight has to do solely with trust. If I’m doing something that frightens you or you just want to stop, just tell me. I need you to give me a safe word.”

  Now I was definitely freaking out. I’d seen a few television shows and movies that had used safe words, and most of the time it didn't end well. I couldn't believe Cass would put me in harm's way; he must truly want me to get so scared I’d run off with my tail tucked between my legs. Bastard, I hope you're enjoying the show.

  “Well, what's your safe word, Nic?”

  I thought about it for a moment, then a smirk stretched across my lips. “IQ. My safe word is IQ.” I wasn't sure if Cass had the sound on, but just in case he could read lips, I’d chosen a word I deemed appropriate. I wanted to make sure he knew I was thinking of him as another man fucked me.

  Justin looked at me, perplexed for a moment, then shrugged. “So be it. Let the pleasure begin. I want you to touch me, Nic—now.”

  I gathered up my courage and lightly glided my hand over the surface of his cock. I had no doubt he knew I was hesitant.

  “Go ahead. It won't bite, and it feels really good when the head is caressed. It's twice as sensitive with the piercing.”

  I fingered the gold ball at the one end of the piercing. It felt solid and had some weight to it. I traced my finger along the length of the bar and touched the ball on the opposite end. I could sense Justin's satisfaction as his breathing shifted. His cock also swelled as I became more adventurous and stroked his entire length down to his balls.

  “That feels so good. Now take me in your mouth.” He said it as a demand, not a request, and that niggling feeling in the back of my head bombarded my thoughts once again.

  For a moment, I didn’t comprehend what he just said. I wasn't sure if I could do that. This was ridiculous. What had I come here for? I’d said okay to Cass. I knew there was going to be sex, and all of this… Well, it was part of it. Justin's request wasn’t unreasonable. I just didn't want to perform the act—in front of Cass. It had been different with Cass. I had feelings for him, and Justin was a stranger. I didn't know if I could go through with it. Maybe Cass had been right and tonight would send me retreating.

  Justin must have sensed my hesitation; he backed away and walked over to the nightstand, removing a black sash. “Have you ever been restrained, Nic? I'm going to tie your hands behind your back, then place my cock in your mouth, and I want you suck me off. Can you do that?”

  I nodded yes even though I had no idea if I could really do this. I’d been able to give Cass oral because I’d wanted to please him, but this was different. I felt awkward and honestly a little scared. Justin was extremely attractive, but there was something about him that made me leery.

  Cass had wanted this. He’d set this up and chosen Justin as my partner. I had to believe he would never allow me to be in a position where I'd be hurt. I trusted him to ensure my safety, and besides, he was watching. A silent sob stuck in my throat and I swallowed it down. Right now, I despised Cass. I hated him for asking me to do this and worse for him allowing it. If there was any question or doubt left whether or not he had feelings for me, I now knew the truth. He felt nothing.

  “Put your hands behind your back, baby, and let me know if the restraint is too tight.”

  I placed my hands behind my back as Justin pushed me down to my knees. I faced the two-way mirror with a defiant look on my face.

  “I'd so enjoy tapping your ass,” Justin cooed as he bent over, dragging his finger down the seam of my thong.

  I am so not having anal sex with you, buddy—you and that apparatus. I don't care how hot you are! I had concerns just thinking about having that bar in my mouth as well as my pussy. There wasn’t a chance in hell I would let him near my ass.

  Once he had my hands secured, he stood in front of me with his cock jutting outward. Pre-cum had gathered near the slit, and for a moment, I wondered how he tasted. I closed my eyes and prepared to take him in my mouth.

  “Eyes up here, baby. I want you to look at me while I fuck your mouth.”

  I became sexually stimulated when crass words flowed from Cass's lips, but Justin made them sound dirty, not sensual. The minute he prodded my mouth with his cock, a vivid tingling began in my legs. He wedged himself closer to my lips. I felt awkward and clumsy not being able to hold on to his hips or stoke his flesh, but there was something else I experienced while bound.

  My mind couldn't articulate the emotions coursing through my body, but I was excited by the anticipation. My pussy ached, and Justin tasted good. Since I was a novice, not using my hands was difficult; I wasn't sure what to do. As I licked his head around the bar, I gently sucked on the ball at the end of his piercing. I let my tongue slip into the slit producing more pre-cum. I bent my head slightly, letting him fall out of my mouth so I could lick the engorged length before me. I felt his hand on my head as he reached down with his other to grab his cock and slide it back in between my lips. He began to thrust deeply into my mouth, making a grunting sound with each stroke.

  “Use the saliva in the back of your throat. Take me all the way down,” he muttered between labored breaths as he thrust deeper into my throat.

  My eyes began to tear as my breathing became shallow. Having him so deep in my throat was suffocating. I tried to pull away, but Justin's h
and insistently kept my head positioned so I couldn't do anything but continue.

  “I'm going to come and I want you to take me all in. Deep throat me and suck me dry—every last drop.” His voice sounded gritty and harsh.

  I tried to make sounds, but nothing came out. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, trying to let him know to stop, that I couldn't breathe. This wasn't pleasurable. Hadn't Cass seen my struggle? Justin's cock swelled, filling my mouth, and I felt his stance go rigid. His grip on my head had gotten more forceful as I sensed his release.

  It gushed into my mouth like Niagara. It tasted salty and bitter, and trying to swallow all of it left me gagging. Justin wouldn’t pull away until I had taken it all—every drop. He finally appeared sated and pushed away from me. My face was sweaty and flushed, my checks hurt, and I had no doubt I had mascara rimmed around my eyes from tearing up. I’d gotten no satisfaction out of this act. He had been too rough and his semen had tasted terrible. The entire ordeal made me feel dirty.

  I scooted back on the bed, using my feet to propel me. My hands were still tied, and I'd had enough. Cass was right; this wasn't for me. I wasn’t this kind of person. I didn’t do things like this. I wasn't sure who I was, but I was positive of who I didn't want to be and this was it. I could never enjoy this kind of sex, being with someone so rough that I had no feelings for, just to fuck. This was a lifestyle I wanted no part of.

  Justin padded over to my side of the bed and untied my hands. I rubbed both my arms to attempt to restore circulation.

  “I don't think I want you to guide me any further. This was a mistake. I need to go,” I said firmly.

  “I didn't hurt you, did I?”

  I had come here tonight to have sex with a complete stranger. I’d also known that tonight would include other activities besides straight intercourse. I’d given both men permission; I said yes. There was no one to blame here but myself and maybe Cass. In true form, he’d known this was not for me. He had made sure of it… Now I really knew why he chose Justin. Maybe Cass didn't want to be the one inflicting the pain so he found someone who could take his place.

  “I don't think I'm cut out for all this,” I said as I motioned with my hands. “I'm not supposed to be here. All of this—this is a mistake.”

  “Nic, you chose your safe word. I told you to use it if something became too much.” He moved toward me, sitting down on the bed.

  “I'll be blunt, Justin. I couldn't used my safe word because you had your dick rammed down my throat so far I couldn't even breathe, and I don't suppose you know Morse code, so continual blinking didn't seem to work either,” I responded coolly.

  “Jesus, man, I am so sorry. I suppose I got caught up in the moment and lost it for a bit. I couldn't help myself. You have one sweet mouth,” he replied with a slight grin. It was seriously hard not to forgive him when he looked at me with those gorgeous eyes and stellar body. “Nic, please stay and let me give you the exact pleasure you gave me. Let me taste you and lick you until you scream, and feel free to come in my mouth.”

  Okay, seriously, that was not fair. The rational part of me told me to get the hell out, but the woman in me felt my sex clench in response. My thong was literally leaking and currently begging for restitution. I could feel my nipples distend and press against my bra as my breasts grew heavy with desire. I wasn’t supposed to be getting worked up by this man. He’d just choked me with his cock, tied me up, and released some nasty-tasting come in my mouth. On top of that, I had feelings for Cass.

  I just had an alarming thought. Maybe he was right and all these emotions—feelings—were a product of a chemical reaction. Maybe I wanted him because of some weird chemical or mismatched wiring in my brain.

  Justin leaned me back on the bed, allowing his fingers to drift across my stomach. I sighed as I watched him unravel the drenched piece of string I called my thong. I heard him growl as he pressed the material to his mouth. He tossed the panties to the floor, then grasped his cock, fisting it until it became hard and steely. The pre-cum made the piercing glisten in the room’s dim light.

  “Did you want something to drink, baby?” he asked, still stroking his length.

  I was hoping he wasn't thinking of shoving his cock in my mouth again and making me swallow his vile seed. I definitely could use any beverage that would cleanse my palate of that bitter and salty taste. Maybe that's why Cass wouldn't ejaculate in my mouth. Maybe he’d known I would be repelled by the taste.

  I watched as a very naked and hard Justin rolled off the bed and strutted across the room to the mini bar. He reached down and pulled out an ice bucket with a bottle in it.

  “I have Bollinger champagne or I can throw on a robe and go get us some Dom. Whatever you want, just tell me and it's yours,” he said, turning toward me with the bucket and two glasses.

  Now there was an interesting view of Justin's ass. Oh, to be a fly in that room with Cass.

  “No, Bollinger is fine.” Actually, I loathed champagne regardless of the price tag. The bubbles always made me burp and gave me a horrendous headache the next day. I, however, had such a disgusting taste in my mouth I would gladly drink the entire bottle through a straw. Justin sashayed back over to me. It's either a dream or a reality show, a hot, naked man serving me champagne while I’m sans panties.

  I sat up and took the filled glass from his hand, gulping down half the beverage. I would be paying for doing that very soon. It actually didn't taste half bad, and at this point, Boone's Farm Strawberry Hill would have been acceptable. I chuckled, realizing Justin wasn't old enough to know what Boone's Farm was. I suddenly didn't feel ashamed that I was forty and with this much younger man.

  Hell, Dee and Pru had paid a fortune for this twenty-one-day vacation, and I had wasted most of it worrying about what people would say. Out of the guests, I was still the youngest, and though I might not be the prettiest woman here, I did have the best body. Eleven years of rigorous swimming and walking my estate had paid off. Why shouldn't I be enjoying this—and Justin?

  “So are you ready to let me take you to ecstasy, Nic? My tongue is capable of reaching the far corners of your pussy, and once I get you nice and wet, I'll want to fuck you—if you let me.”

  He pushed me down gently, rubbing the back of his hand over my freshly manicured pussy. I had gone to the Acquiesce salon to get my hair washed and somehow ended up getting waxed everywhere. I hated a bare pussy; I much preferred to have a landing strip. Although they’d tried talking me into a Brazilian, there was no way in hell. Even with just the small strip of hair, I was acutely aware of sensation. When Justin blew on my sex, I thought I might come right then.

  “Can I shackle you?” Justin asked as though it were a relatively normal question.

  I tried to sit up, but he kept his hand at my chest, pushing me back down.

  Shackled, is he crazy?

  “Just your ankles so your legs are spread apart wide.” The words came out nonchalantly, as if it were no big deal.

  Hell, who is this person, the fucking dungeon master? Regardless of how I felt about Cass right now, I was thankful he was behind that mirror.

  “You have to trust me, Nic. Just your ankles.”

  “I don't think I'm comfortable with your suggestion. That sounds a little too archaic, and I'm going to have to say no.” As in not a fucking chance in hell. Damn you, Cass!

  Justin's expression reflected disappointment until he leaned over me and reached under the bed. He pulled out what appeared to be a large roll of red tape. I wasn't sure exactly what it was, but his attitude abruptly changed from displeasure to anticipation.

  “This, sweet lady, is bondage tape. Stretchable, self-adhering, and will bind you completely. Is this okay?”

  I gave it thought. It was only tape, no real harm from that I supposed. And finally, I relented, nodding my head. I watched with fascination at this man's skill at extending my legs apart, then wrapping each ankle in red tape and binding them to each bedpost. I felt excessively vulnerable. I couldn
't move my legs at all. When he finished, he tossed the roll on the floor and stretched his mouth across my thighs.

  I heard him groan as he licked my inner thighs. I could feel wetness accumulate at my apex, and I began to pant. He hadn't even begun yet, and I was deeply aroused. I had no idea if it was the champagne, knowing I was being watched, or the fact that I was being trussed up like a holiday turkey that had me so turned on. Whatever was happening, my body wanted this man and my pussy was beckoning his tongue.

  As Justin's tongue breached my folds, my hands went naturally to his head. I only had the use of my upper extremities, and I wanted something to hold on to.

  His technique was different than Cass's had been. Where Cass had taken small, sensual licks designed to make me come undone, Justin was indulging in a technique that resembled lapping. I tried to squirm, but my legs were too tightly bound. He found my clit and began teasing it with nips of his teeth. Even though I felt some discomfort, it seemed to be mingled with the pleasant sensation of euphoria. There's a fine line between pain and pleasure, I could recall Cass saying. Was this what he’d referred too? Was I to become some sexual deviant now, thriving on pain or pleasure?

  Jesus, this felt amazing, the way Justin's teeth bit the very tip of my clit and then sucked in the entire thing. I moaned in response to his actions.

  I abruptly felt Justin's hands underneath my ass as he delved farther into my pussy. Along with this intense feeling, I could sense his fingers traveling in another direction, and it began to be painful and uncomfortable. There was no feeling of pleasure. He was circling my rear entrance, prodding the hole with his finger. Immediately, my body went stiff and I was on high alert.

  “Please don't. IQ—no, Justin,” I croaked out as I began to panic. The way I was laid out to him, making my body very accessible, I began feeling vulnerable and terrified. I was afraid he would just take me regardless of what I said. His demeanor had gotten more blatant in the last hour. Even though I had been nervous, I hadn’t actually hesitated when Cass asked me about anal sex, but this was different. It didn't feel right with Justin. He was too aggressive and I knew he would hurt me.