Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence)

by Sabrina Sexton

  “Please,” Krista begged, feeling her other ankle restrained. It was really happening. She wiggled, testing the bonds. There wasn’t any give. Even if she wanted, she was stuck here, until they released her. She hung powerless between them.

  “We are going to drain you of every… single… drop… of energy in that sexy body of yours,” Damien said. “And do you know why?”

  “Why?” Krista asked as the two men positioned themselves at her entrances.

  “Because you are a slut,” Damien said as his dick bumped against Krista’s ass. “And you belong to US!”

  As Damien yelled the last word, both men thrust powerfully, filling Krista up like nothing she’d ever known. A scream rose from throat, reverberating around the room when she thought it might be too much to take.

  “Yes Master,” Krista said after her scream died. “To you.” Krista panted as the two men pulled slowly out of her in unison. The break didn’t last and they drove forward again. Although this time, it didn’t seem to shock her system as much.

  “Holy fuck,” Krista said. “Oh my god.”

  “Take it slut,” Damien said. “Take us both.”

  Krista felt both men grab onto her hips holding her in place as they plundered her holes. Just when she had decided that she couldn’t take it, Tyler slid his hands around her hips and grabbed hold of her ass, pulling the cheeks apart and stretching the muscles, easing Damien’s entry. Krista didn’t know how that helped, but immediately, everything changed from too much to just right.

  “Of fuck,” Krista said. “Oh god, yes.”

  Tyler leaned forward and kissed her as she moaned, swallowing the sounds and adding another dimension to what was becoming the most glorious thing Krista could ever imagine. She kissed him back, showing him with her lips and tongue how much she was enjoying it.

  As the men began to pick up speed, Damien bit down on her shoulder, drawing another scream from Krista’s throat and making her muscles clench around them. When his teeth released, Krista realized they were hammering into her now, fucking her so hard, and erasing every misplaced idea she’d ever had about what it would be like to be with the two of them.

  This was beyond sex, more like a communion of their spirits. It was as if both men were filling her with their souls, not just their dicks. More importantly, as they bucked against her, it felt like they were reaching into her and wrapping her soul around themselves. Krista felt herself connect with the two of them in a way she never had before. Right now, in this moment, the three of them were one.

  “Do you like that?” Damien asked. “Is it what you wanted?”

  “Yes, please,” Krista moaned as the pressure inside her began to build. “More.”

  Damien held his thrust for half a second, thrusting forward as Tyler began to pull out. This one motion changed the whole dynamic and Krista felt the breath leave her body. The men were drilling her – like a piston, back and forth, one then the other, pushing inside her so fast.

  “Fuck,” Krista said as she tried to hold back her orgasm. “Oh god, PLEASE!”

  “You wait for us, slut,” Damien yelled. “Don’t you dare come yet.”

  “Master I beg you,” Krista yelled, clamping her muscles on both men, hoping to do something, anything to get them to come.

  Damien and Tyler looked at each other over Krista’s shoulder. She was so close, and fighting hard. Damien shook his head. He wanted more.

  “You belong to us, slut,” Damien said, pounding into her, building his own orgasm. “You come when we say or we will never fuck you again.”

  “Okay, okay,” Krista said hearing the truth in his voice. He would do it. One orgasm wasn’t worth a lifetime of wishing. She bit down on her lip and squeezed her fingernails into her palms, anything to distract her from the sensations piercing into her with each thrust. “I’ll be good.”

  “That’s right, slut,” Damien said. “You will be very good.”

  “I will, I will,” Krista said. “I’ll be so good.”

  “Yes, you will,” Tyler said, looking at Damien. This time Damien nodded. Tyler held his thrust to match Damien’s.

  “Come now, Krista,” Damien said as he and Tyler, slammed into her one last time. Her muscles convulsed around them, and all three moaned in ecstasy, their group orgasm unlike any they’d ever had before. Moment’s passed as they tried without success to catch their breath and recover from an experience that left even the men, stunned by its intensity.

  “Oh my fucking god,” Krista said, the first to be able to speak. “That was amazing. I mean, I know you two have done things like that before, so it’s not new to you, but for me, I feel like I just rode a lightning bolt or something. My whole body feels like one big electric current just shot through it.”

  Tyler skimmed his hands lightly down her arms, knowing the tingles would drive her wild.

  “Oh my god, stop,” Krista said, laughing as the tingles sent another zing traveling through her body.

  “You stop,” Damien said as her laughter made her ass convulse around his dick. “No laughing. Too sensitive.”

  Tyler continued skimming his hands down Krista’s body, her ribs, her waist. With an impish look on his face, he dug his fingers into her ribs, tickling her. The panicked expression on Damien’s face as Krista’s laughter sent her pussy and ass into fits was worth it. He could hardly stand it himself, but the condom helped.

  “I can’t do it,” Damien said, pulling out, with a smile. “Not with her laughing like that. It’s too much. Give me a few minutes, though, and I’ll be ready to go again.”

  “Oh god,” Krista said as her laughter finally subsided now that Tyler had stopped tickling her. “I can’t. Please. I love you guys, but I can’t. There’s nothing left. That was the most amazingly intense experience I’ve ever had, but I’m done. I’ll need to sleep for a week to recover.”

  “Thank god,” Damien said, making a mental note of her phrasing. “I’d go again if I had to, but to tell you the truth, I’ve never come so hard before. I think I’m beat.”

  “Don’t forget, Krista” Tyler said, breathing hard, “you have a two and a half hour session at the gym tomorrow.”

  “Oh fuck,” Krista said. “I totally forgot. What time is it? I’ve got to get some sleep or Pam will pick on me. She makes the steps extra hard if we come in on half speed b/c we partied the night before. Wait a second. What do you mean I have a two and a half hour gym session tomorrow? You mean we have a two and a half hour gym session tomorrow. You promised.”

  Damien stepped forward and began to untie the ropes locking Krista’s legs open. She needed to walk around for a few minutes, maybe drink a bottle of water, then they could all lie down and go to sleep.

  Tyler took the other restraint, hoping to take the focus off of him and their plans together. He had made those plans before he promised Damien that he wouldn’t see her by himself and couldn’t think of an easy way to bring Damien along without explaining the whole situation.

  “Ahem,” Krista cleared her throat. “You’re not trying to weasel out of it. You practically begged to come with me.”

  “That was before I stayed up until… three a.m. fucking,” Tyler said as he looked down at his watch, thinking it was as good of an excuse as any. “Your class is in five hours. Which means we would have to be up in three hours so we could get back to my house, shower, dress and meet Tiffini at Starbucks before the class.”

  “You spent most of the evening watching and waiting,” Krista said. “I’m the one who’s had a cock in one of my various holes almost all night long. Besides, if you back out, Tiffini will think you’re a punk.”

  “Why don’t we both back out?” Tyler said. “We can sleep late tomorrow, then head back to my place. I’ll make us some food and we can spend the rest of the day recuperating.”

  “Uh-uh,” Krista said. “I’d have to be in a coma to miss my class. It’s the only reason I pay the hundred and twenty five dollar a month membership fee.”

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p; “I’ll give it back to you,” Tyler said. “A hundred and twenty five divided by four weeks in a month is like thirty bucks. I’ll give you thirty five and we’ll call it even.”

  “Sorry, honey,” Krista said, looking over at Tyler as Damien undid the latches to her shackles. “You’re not getting out of it that easy. We’re going.”

  Damien caught Krista softly as she fell when the shackles released.

  “If he’s too tired,” Damien said, setting Krista down softly, “I’ll go. I wouldn’t mind hitting the gym for a few hours.”

  “It’s not just a few hours,” Krista said, stretching to unkink her shoulder muscles. “It’s the most fun you’ll ever have, while simultaneously thinking you’ve died and gone to hell.”

  “Sounds great,” Damien said sarcastically. “But I’m in.”

  “As long as it’s okay with Tyler,” Krista said, looking over at Tyler.

  “No issues,” Tyler said holding up his hands.

  “Cool, then we’re all going. Oh, and I forgot to mention. After the class, Tiffini and I usually go back to my house and I make brunch. You’re both going to come?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it,” Damien said. “Besides, it sounds like we will definitely need it after working out for two and a half hours. Come here. Let me rub your shoulders.”

  Krista turned to look at him, a look of astonishment on her face.

  “What?” Damien asked. “The scene’s over. Now we’re supposed to take care of you. Make sure you aren’t hurt, ease your aches and pains. I know Tyler does it.”

  “Yeah, he does,” Krista said, coming over to stand in front of him. “It just doesn’t seem like what I know of you.”

  “Well that’s because you don’t know me,” Damien said softly as he began to knead the muscles in her shoulders. “Something I intend to rectify. Plus it’s one way to differentiate between a real Master and a Dom that’s just pretending. A real Master understands that there is give and take in any healthy relationship. The sub gives control of the sexual aspect of his or her life to the Dom and the Dom provides care when it’s over.”

  “You have magic fingers,” Krista said, closing her eyes as Damien worked the tension out of her muscles.

  Tyler went over to one of the shelves and picked up a small container. He imagined Krista would be pretty sore when her endorphins ran out and this would soothe her sore ass. He walked over to where Damien and Krista stood together, watching as Damien massaged Krista’s shoulders.

  “That’s not the only place she’s going to be sore,” Tyler said. “You should rub some of this in before she starts to hurt. It’s a cream made from witch hazel. She’s going to need it.”

  “Thanks brother,” Damien said, scooping Krista up into his arms and carrying her to the bed. “Do you want to do her shoulders while I handle her more delicate areas?”

  “Yeah, sure,” Tyler said, following them as he set an alarm on his phone to wake them at six a.m.

  Chapter 25

  “Oh god,” Krista said as she stood in line at Starbucks. “I changed my mind. I don’t think I can do this. Let’s just all go back to bed.”

  “Uh-uh,” Tyler said. “You made us get up and come here. We’re committed now.”

  “He’s right,” Damien said. “If you had suggested that when the alarm went off the first time, I’d be right there with you. But it’s too late now.”

  “I didn’t realize I would be this sore or tired,” Krista said.

  Damien leaned close to her so the whole place wouldn’t be able to hear. “You enjoyed an evening of debauchery with three guys filling up your hot little holes, not to mention the two women, one of which you single-handedly turned out and you didn’t think you would be sore?”

  Tyler laughed as he overheard the conversation. “I tried to tell you yesterday,” he reminded her.

  “What can I get for you miss?” the barista said when the man in front of her moved out of the way.

  “I need a venti, hazelnut, cappuccino with two raw sugars, one hundred thirty degrees, wet,” Krista said, leaning back into Damien’s arms. “Oh and add an extra shot for me would you?”

  “Holy christ woman,” Damien said, kissing her on the top of the head. “Your coffee has more options than my car. What’s wrong with regular coffee?”

  “Can I also have a grande chai tea latte,” Krista said to the barista as she turned toward Damien. “If I’m going to pay five dollars for a cup of coffee, it’s going to be absolutely, totally, completely perfect.”

  “Sorry man,” Tyler said. “I forgot to warn you about the coffee thing. It’s borderline obsessive.”

  “I can see that,” Damien said, laughing as he and Tyler gave their much simpler order to the barista.

  “You have no idea,” Tyler said. “So I got up yesterday morning, made her a nice breakfast, all these sweet things a guy would do to impress a girl, you know bacon, omelettes, orange juice, coffee, the works, and I totally could have just made the coffee. She damn near had an orgasm from one sip.”

  “It wasn’t that bad,” Krista said as the barista called out her order to let her know it was ready for pick up. She went to grab the coffee and took a second to put the cardboard sleeve on it so it wouldn’t burn her hands.

  “Watch,” Tyler whispered as he walked up to Damien. “It’s the first sip that gets her.”

  Krista turned back to the guys, lifted the cup to her mouth and took a sip of her absolutely, totally, completely perfect coffee. As the taste exploded on her tongue, Krista’s eyes closed and she moaned appreciatively, rolling the sip around in her mouth savoring it before she swallowed.

  “What?” Krista asked as she opened her eyes to find the two guys staring at her.

  “Ummm, I think you’re right,” Damien said with a laugh. “We’re going to have to keep an eye on this. Now don’t worry, Krista. There are all kinds of support groups out there for people suffering from addictions.”

  “Ha ha,” Krista pretended to laugh, even though she was smiling.

  The trio laughed as they enjoyed their coffee. Just then, Tiffini walked in and the two girls lit up when they saw each other. Krista walked over and gave Tiffini a hug, handing her the latte at the same time.

  “Did you get my message?” Krista asked.

  “No, what message,” Tiffini said.

  “It’s no big deal,” Krista said. “I just brought some people with me to go to the gym with us this morning.”

  Tiffini looked around the room and noticed that everyone else in the coffee shop was a guy.

  “They didn’t want coffee?” Tiffini asked. “What’d you do leave them in the car?”

  Damien and Tyler figured that was their cue and stepped forward, introducing themselves.

  Tiffini looked over at Krista and pursed her lips, trying to figure out what was going on.

  “That’s Damien?” Tiffini asked. “THE Damien? The guy you have been moping over for months?”

  “Yeah,” Krista said, looking over at the guys with a delightedly content look on her face.

  “So who’s the other guy?” Tiffini asked.

  “Tyler,” Krista said. “I met him, gosh, a week ago. Seems like a lot longer. Anyway, I met him when Hannah took me out last Friday night.”

  “So, which one are you with,” she said.

  “Both,” the men say in unison, clearly having been able to hear the conversation.

  Krista felt herself blushing.

  “Come again?” Tiffini said.

  “Kind of both,” Krista said. She hadn’t talked it over with Damien and Tyler, but apparently they had. Plus, last night with the two of them had been amazing. Tiffini grabbed Krista by the arm and pulled her across the coffee shop to a quiet corner.

  “Okay,” Tiffini said. “I know I’ve been really busy with my new job, but these are the kinds of things it would be nice to know about. I mean, you couldn’t call me or text me or just show up at my house for some girl talk? A little over a week ago, you had no m
en in your life and now you have two. I mean that’s the kind of thing I would think you would have told me.”

  “Damien only happened last night,” Krista said. “And I didn’t know that Tyler wanted to be in a relationship until yesterday.”

  “Well,” Tiffini said, still pouting a little. “I guess that’s not as bad. But you are lucky I have a missed call from you or I would still be mad. Anyway, explain how they know about each other and are cool with each other, but I need the cliff notes version because our class starts in fifteen minutes.”

  Krista opened her mouth to explain.

  “Actually,” Tiffini interrupted. “Why don’t you just ride to the gym with me and you can tell me on the way.”

  “All right,” Krista said. She walked over to the guys. “Tiffini needs a minute or two for us to talk. Can you guys follow us to the gym and I’ll ride with her?”

  The guys agreed and Krista climbed into Tiffini’s truck. She hoped her friend wouldn’t freak out. Tiffini had a tendency to be a little old fashioned about men and relationships.

  “How do you see this working out, girl?” Tiffini asked.

  “I don’t know,” Krista said. “To be honest, we haven’t talked about it.”

  “Okay,” Tiffini said. “So then what happened? I mean, don’t get me wrong. They are both hot. But how are you going to date two guys? What do you switch off? One on one night, the other on the next?

  “Actually, I kind of see them together,” Krista said.

  “So how do you guys have sex?” Tiffini asked

  “Same way,” Krista said, feeling her ears get hot as she blushed.

  Tiffini stopped her truck at the red light and turned to look at her friend.

  “You dirty slut!” Tiffini said, smiling as she hit Krista on the arm.

  “Yeah, well. I’ve never done anything like this before and my new theory is that every single girl in the world deserves a chance to be a dirty slut at least once in their lives before they die. It should be like a rite of passage or something.”

  “But it’s what you want? Tiffini asked.

  “Yeah I think it is. I don’t know if it’s going to work out in the long term,” Krista said. “But for right now, it’s perfect. Oh, and the light’s green.”