What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 8)

by Sabrina York

  But I’d liked the dress, too… Oh, well.

  Mark bit my nipple and I forgot about my clothing. I felt it stretch between his teeth before a sharper pain intruded. I squealed behind my gag and my body convulsed. Tobias held me tight to his body while Mark bit, stretched and clipped the other nipple.

  I was shaking, sweat trickling down my body, heart rate running a marathon. Tobias squeezed my ass again, stroking the sensitized, well-spanked cheeks.

  I thought I’d die from unfulfilled desire.

  Fondling my breasts, Mark asked, “What now, dude? Living room or bedroom?” The less experienced Dom despite the difference in their ages, he was deferring to Tobias’s greater expertise. That was both good and bad. I’d be safe, if sexual torture could be described as safe.

  Silence as Tobias considered the situation. “The bedroom. I find the eyebolts on your bed quite interesting.”

  A good choice from his perspective. I could be thoroughly secured.

  “Oh, hey, I just got something new.” Mark let me go.

  I swayed. Strong hands caught me. Tobias.

  “Check this out. She hasn’t seen it yet,” Mark said.

  OMG. What now?

  “Nice.” I heard pleasure in Tobias’s voice.

  Uh-oh.

  A booted foot shoved between mine and kicked out one of my legs so they were at least two, maybe three feet apart. I sensed warmth. Was Mark kneeling?

  Yes. Perhaps.

  Something wrapped around one ankle and tightened. It didn’t hurt. I scented leather. Then he cuffed the other ankle. I tried to move my feet and found myself shuffling awkwardly. A spreader bar.

  Rustling…I assumed Mark stood. A hand fondled my pussy and pleasure arched through me. “Soaking wet. You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now.”

  Why don’t you take a picture? Too bad I couldn’t voice the obvious thought.

  “She’s going to look even hotter over here. Bring her.” Tobias’s voice had become a little distant and was coming from the direction of Mark’s living room.

  Mark squeezed my shoulder with one hand and set the other on my back, then guided me forward. Walking while secured to the spreader bar was bizarre, almost as though I was a child again playing a game. But this wasn’t a game.

  I adopted an odd, wide-legged gait that got me to the side of Mark’s couch. He grabbed my hips to hold me steady while Tobias forced me to bend over the sofa’s arm. The nipple clips rubbed against the cushion, sending needles of pain stabbing through me.

  A hand caressed my pussy and two fingers entered me, sliding easily through my wetness. I didn’t know which man it was. I trembled. Oh, God. This was the fulfillment of a fantasy I’d had for decades—a M/F/M ménage, but I’d never been able to arrange one. Oh, I probably could have maneuvered a threesome with guys I didn’t know by advertising on the Fet site, but I was glad I’d waited until I had relationships with two men I knew, liked and trusted.

  “So what shall we start with?” Tobias mused. “There really isn’t enough room in here for my singletail.” He sounded disappointed, and I was also. There’s nothing like the fiery sting of a singletail whip, an implement that requires a high level of skill. Tobias had worked hard to master his whip and always wanted to improve his ability via plenty of practice. I wanted to suggest floggers—my favorite—but was still gagged. Damn.

  “The dragon-tail?” Mark asked.

  “I forgot it. What’s she got in her toy bag? Doesn’t she keep a riding crop in the side pocket?”

  Yes, I did. It was too long to fit inside the carry-on so I stuck it into an outside pocket. More irony—I’d be punished with my own crop. That fucker could hurt, too.

  “I’ll get it,” Mark said.

  I heard his soft footfalls retreat across the carpet. In the meantime, Tobias continued playing with my pussy. I sighed and pushed back against his hand, chasing release. “No,” he said. “You wait.”

  I whimpered and clenched around his busy fingers. He pulled out, smacked my butt and laughed. “Be good.”

  “Catch,” Mark said.

  “Got it.”

  The end of the crop slid across my asscheeks. I whimpered again in mingled dread and excitement. But before he began, Tobias shoved my torso down harder against the couch, and the nipple clamps tortured me with fresh ferocity.

  I squirmed and jerked. “I’ll start,” Tobias said. He released me and I pulled away from the couch a bit, but discovered that the bent-over position invited resting my chest against the sofa’s cushions. I couldn’t use my hands to support myself as they were shackled behind my back. I lifted my torso slightly to relieve the pressure on the nipple clamps.

  Then fire lanced across my ass and I screamed behind the gag. My body jerked, driving the clamps into the couch. Fuck!

  Predicament bondage. Great.

  Have I mentioned that I hate predicament bondage, or even what it is? The bottom is bound in such a way that anything s/he does presents choices, both of which are uncomfortable. Here, if I allowed my body to react to the whipping, I’d suffer more pain from the clamps. So I had to maintain control in a situation that would be much easier and more pleasant—actually, hella arousing—if I could just relax and allow myself to float away into sub space. But with this form of predicament bondage, relaxation is not an option.

  I could only pray that one of the guys would take off the clamps or that Tobias would want to do something other than whip me. I held out more hope for the first rather than the second option—Mark loved nipple play and probably would tinker with me rather than remain uninvolved.

  The crop came down again and my body wrenched. I even tried to get away, ridiculous considering how thoroughly I was restrained. I heard the sofa creak as Mark climbed onto it. He grabbed me by the hair, pulled me upright and eased my head back, kindly sparing my fragile neck. “You should have thought about this before, you bad, bad girl,” he whispered into my ear before he bit the lobe. He flicked one of the clamps at the same moment the crop hit me at the top of my thighs.

  I writhed and screamed, shrieks that certainly would have been heard halfway to Japan had I not been gagged. Another strike from the crop a little lower on my thighs as Mark tore off one of the clamps.

  A flash of unbelievable pain followed by his warm mouth on my tortured nipple. He gently rubbed his tongue over the aching flesh and I moaned.

  Tobias stroked my ass and fingered my slit, then thrust a thumb inside my anus. Holding me intimately, he worked his fingers in and out while Mark yanked off the other clamp, treating that breast to the same hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss. I started to come, but couldn’t enjoy it due to the position I was in. I just couldn’t relax into it.

  Not that anyone else cared.

  Together, they lifted my shaking and shivery body off the couch and eased me into the bedroom. They laid me face down on his sumptuous pile of pillows, ass high. Mark’s black satin sheets were slick and a little slippery beneath my breasts. My sore nipples enjoyed the cool, smooth satin, and I knew that my body would glow on the bed, with my red lingerie providing a sexy counterpoint.

  One of them took the shackles off my wrists, but raised my arms above my head, securing them to the bed’s headboard. The other took off the spreader bar, then chained the cuffs around my ankles to the eyebolts on each end of the footboard.

  “Raise your ass,” Tobias said. When I obeyed, he shoved a couple of pillows beneath me so my butt stayed high. High and offered for their use and enjoyment. Cool air flowed over my pussy, which was also exposed, open, and available.

  Hands squeezed my sensitized, well-whipped asscheeks. I moaned. Heat enveloped me as someone bent over my sprawled body. “You are so gorgeous,” Mark breathed into my ear. His cock prodded my slit, pushed, then entered.

  I whimpered. He was big but not impossibly so, and his rod in my pussy felt divine. I wailed with lust as he penetrated me until I felt his ball sac brush my sensitive skin. I was close to coming when Tobias wr
apped his fist in my hair and drew my head back. Pushing the gag aside, he slid his cock into my mouth.

  I was getting spit-roasted by my two wonderful guys. Teary, I wanted to thank them, but that damn gag as well as Tobias’s cock were in my way—so all I could do is hang out and have a great time.

  Mark came, shouting.

  But he wasn’t done and would be ready to go again soon. He had marvelous recuperative powers. He didn’t pull out of me, instead flicking my clit with a fingernail as his cock hardened inside my channel. When he got hard again he fucked me some more while Tobias was still taking my mouth.

  I’m not sure how many times I came.

  Epilogue

  Tobias being Tobias—that is, a naturally curious person interested in me—wanted to see my office and spend some time there with me. As we strolled along the alley to the office after lunch, who should I spy but…yep, you guessed right. Trapper Hart with my senior partner. I experienced conflicting feelings. On the one hand, I was delighted that Jeff, engaging and humorous, would meet Tobias. But Trapper was often…different, the kind of different one doesn’t necessarily want to encounter.

  Allowing my upbringing to lead, I greeted Trapper courteously, even giving him a one-armed hug. I introduced the men, and they shook hands. Jeff and Trapper went on their way and Tobias and I entered the building. After we’d gotten to my office, I murmured to him, “Remember the Dom I mentioned to you, my first Dom? That tall guy was him.”

  Tobias grinned. “That must be why he shook my hand longer and harder than necessary.”

  I couldn’t have scripted it better.

  A few words from Suz deMello

  Thank you for reading Perilous Play, a work that’s close to my heart.

  FAQs:

  Q: Is Trapper Hart a real person?

  A: Yes, he is.

  Q: Have you seen him since the events in Perilous Play? Do you have a relationship?

  A: We have tried to be friends without success. We’re just not a good fit. It’s sad.

  Q: Did he read Perilous Play? What did he think?

  A: Yes he did—I emailed a copy of the manuscript to everyone significant in this book, and to a few others because I wanted their criticisms and reactions.

  Trapper stated he did not want to think he was “that guy.” I looked him straight in the eyes and said, “I told the absolute truth.”

  Little in Perilous Play is fiction.

  Q: Are you still involved with Tobias and Mark?

  A: No, we’ve all moved on.

  Q: Are you still actively involved with BDSM?

  A: I’m friendly with many in my local BDSM community and often attend social events.

  Q: I’m interested in experiencing BDSM. Where should I start?

  A: Start by reading non-fiction books on the subject and attending events in your local community.

  I urge you to join Fetlife.com to find classes and workshops in your town. Get to know people by attending events, especially sloshes—gatherings at a bar or restaurant, or, if you’re not a drinker, go to munches, which are social events at coffee shops.

  Don’t rush into it like I did. I endured years of heartache from jumping into my relationship with Trapper and found it very difficult to open up to another man for a long time, even for a vanilla relationship.

  Don’t shortchange yourself or treat yourself carelessly. This advice is especially important for those who think of themselves as submissive. A submissive is not a doormat. This activity requires respect, both for yourself and others.

  Remember: Kinky does not equal loose. For some, it does, but it need not and should not. Safe, sane and consensual, or SSC, is important to most kinksters. No matter how persuasive your prospective partner might be, care for yourself emotionally by allowing a relationship to grow and blossom. Protect yourself physically by thoroughly checking out a prospective partner and always using condoms until you and your new partner have both tested and exchanged results.

  If your new partner won’t allow the above, s/he is the wrong person for you to be with.

  There are many, many sources of information online. Fetlife is one. There’s even a BDSM wiki!

  Remember: safe, sane and consensual. Observe others’ limits, but understand your own. That will take quite a lot of self-analysis.

  Good luck and have fun!

  BDSM-oriented fiction by Suz deMello

  Phoenix and Dragon

  For My Master

  The Highland Vampire series, including Temptation in Tartan, Desire in Tartan, Rakes in Tartan and Bridling His Vampire

  Here’s a brief excerpt from For My Master:

  Kathie had lusted after her boss since she’d been assigned to the San Diego field office. She’d longed for him to see her as a woman, dreamed of him at night, fantasized that he was the strong but loving master she craved in the secret corners of her soul. When she played with herself, she imagined that Ross’s fingers tugged her clit and probed her pussy, wrenching orgasm after orgasm from her willing body. When she coated a dildo with lube and thrust it slowly into her backside, she prayed that one day Ross would open her ass with his cock to fuck her mindless.

  And now he was asking for her absolute submission, her consent to whatever he desired, her unswerving obedience. Only in connection with the mission, yes, but if he was the one man she sought, it could last forever.

  She held his gaze. “Try me…master.”

  The room was silent except for their ragged breaths.

  “Very well.” He stood in one smooth movement of his lean body. Though an agency veteran, Ross Guerrero hadn’t grown soft. A blue Oxford cloth shirt, the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, showed brawny forearms sprinkled with dark hair. Khaki Dockers flattered his taut form. “Lock the door,” he said.

  Rising, she complied, then turned to face him.

  “Kneel,” he commanded.

  A thrill ran through her. She was aware she was crossing a boundary into unknown territory.

  She obeyed. Her eyes were level with his rapidly hardening cock, its ridge visible even through the fabric of his trousers.

  “Kiss my feet.”

  She leaned forward, her forearms caging his feet, which were shod in brown loafers. She pressed her left cheek against one sock-clad ankle and closed her eyes, basking in the moment. At last. She kissed the instep, then moved to his other foot, repeating the ritual.

  “Very good.”

  Already she was deeply aroused, and his approval warmed her even more. Kneeling, crouched, with her butt thrust out of her short skirt, her pussy covered only by thong panties, she was wonderfully exposed to him.

  She wanted him to take her then and there. But wouldn’t waiting be better? The experience would unfurl slowly, lusciously, so she could revel in every sweet second.

  She wanted him to decide so she wouldn’t have to.

  He walked behind her. “Touch your forehead to the ground and raise your ass up high.”

  Her pussy clenched, her clit twitching with want. She obeyed, nails digging into the thin carpet. Desire spiraled through her, an addictive, sweet heat.

  He set one loafered foot inside her left calf and used the other to kick out her right ankle. “Spread your legs wider.”

  With the thong no concealment, she knew he could see all of her secret flesh from asscrack to clit. She wiggled her butt a little, proud to display herself for him. Her slit gaped open, begging without words for his rigid cock to enter her, make her his.

  He caressed her silk-clad pussy. She panted and clenched her thighs together, needing the extra stimulation, needing to come.

  “No.” He slapped her ass with a stinging spank. She drew in a sobbing breath, tears starting in her eyes from sheer emotion.

  He was the embodiment of all her dreams.

  If you like what you read, find more at Suz’s site, http://www.suzdemello.com for more information, buy links and excerpts.

  About the Author

  Best-selling, award-wi
nning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms as Totally Bound and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

  Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

  A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

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