by Lexi Post
Her body tightened with need at his words. He was a master at sexual play. Her only concern was if she would faint. With her breasts hanging over the edge of the stool, nipple chain swinging and her entire ass bared, she was at his mercy. A shiver deep within her caused her to clench the toy inside. Did she trust him? Would she let him do whatever he wanted? “Yes.”
Synn exhaled as he stood and stepped away from her. The separation sent cool air washing over her exposed parts and she almost whimpered, but she wouldn’t do that. That would be too pathetic. At least the air would dry the telltale signs of how aroused she already was.
Synn’s hands grasped her ankles, sending all practical thoughts from her mind. The manacled feeling turned her muscles to mush and her pussy to aching, but after a moment, his hands released and smoothed their way up the inside of her legs until his fingers reached her labia. Her heart sped as he touched between her folds, around her clit, and at the very opening where the buzzing inside her started again. She couldn’t help the memories of him licking the honey from that area or his tongue exploring her while she sat on the spiral staircase.
He spoke to her ass, his breath arousing. “Do you like that? Do you like to feel my fingers touching you?”
“Yes.”
One finger found her clit and made lazy circles over it. She closed her eyes, fighting the building tension.
Synn pressed open her folds. “Would you like this finger to find that which pulses inside?”
Oh God. “Yes.”
She waited, her whole body tense. Waited for the finger at her opening to push inside. Instead, the other one continued its circles on her hardened nub until she clenched her pussy so tightly, she doubted he’d be able to open her. The need to whimper, to beg, was strong. He stood, his pantaloons touching the backs of her calves, his hardened cock brushing her back as he bent over her, but he remained separate and in control.
He whispered in her ear, “Now?”
She nodded, not sure her body could tighten any more.
His finger pushed fully inside her.
She exploded. Moans tore from her throat as her hips pushed back against his hands, which rubbed her clit as she rocked his finger and vibrator, the swinging chain of the nipple clamps sending spirals of pleasure to meet others deep inside her. The orgasm expended itself like a firework, one intense burst leaving tingles all over her body that slowly faded. As she relaxed, he removed his magical hands. She swallowed. With weak arms, she tried to push herself up, but his hand on her back had her giving up such a fruitless task.
Synn’s breathing was heavy. “Bloody hell, you were made for me.” She heard him tear open his pants, buttons flying to the floor. A sexual power filled her, causing her to grin until his cock pushed at her entrance.
“Synn.” She glanced back at him, but his hand on her back and her weak muscles kept her from seeing him. “Synn, the vibrator.”
His roughened voice was strained. “I know.”
Oh God. He would enter her with the toy inside. Fear and excitement filled her. He asked her if she trusted him. She hoped she was right. He was very excited, to have ripped open his pants. Could even a master like himself control his own need? The question strung her body taut with the anticipation of finding out.
Synn’s cock inched into her tight canal and refocused her attention to the feel of him pushing into her. His width, so much larger than his finger, spread her, delved into her. As his tip contacted the vibrating bullet, they both shuddered. He gently pushed it and it moved deeper inside her until it touched her core. He paused, then pushed a little more.
“Oh, Synn.” Her muscles weakened as erotic pressure and pleasure swept through her.
He pulled back a little and nudged the bullet again.
She couldn’t help herself. She pressed back into him, causing the pressure at her core to intensify. Synn remained still. She could feel the pulses from the bullet running along his cock and vibrating her clit where he stretched her wide. His hand on her back remained, keeping her in place, but his other hand reached around her and pulled the chain of her nipple clamps up and rested on the stool next to hers. The pull on her breasts shot straight to her core where his lack of movement focused her body on the vibrations.
He remained still, but used his hand to tweak her chain. She tightened around his cock and ground her hips in frustration.
“Come for me, Rena.”
She whined in frustration. “Then move.”
“No. I cannot control this. You must.”
Understanding dawned, and tenderness swamped her as she understood he didn’t want to hurt her. With muscles she thought useless, she inched her pussy forward and back onto him. The movement wasn’t even an inch, but it was enough. As she pulled herself forward, the pressure on her core and her nipples loosened. As she moved back against him, everything tightened to the verge of hurting, but in an exciting way. Free to enjoy the cock, vibration and nipple stimulation at her own pace, she pushed her muscles into submission and rocked faster.
The orgasm took her hard as it hit, throwing her back into Synn, his cock pushing the bullet into her and her pleasure spiraling out of control. Desperately, she tried to breathe, but instead found herself hiccupping as her body released its hold and relaxed.
Synn pulled out quickly, dropping the chain and turning off the vibration. He lifted her to standing and pulled her onto his lap as he sat on the stool behind her. His exposed cock was rock hard and settled between the crack of her ass, a strange sensation, but she was too busy trying to control her hiccups to study it. He held her by the waist with one arm and offered her water with the other. Did the man think of everything?
He chuckled behind her. “I’ve never made a woman hiccup on me before.”
She swallowed and concentrated on her breathing. “I’ve never hiccupped after, hic, sex before. But then again, I’ve, hic, never done most of the things before that I’ve…hic, done with you.”
Synn’s voice was filled with amusement. “Take another mouthful, bend over and swallow.”
She looked back at him, one eyebrow raised. “Really? Hic.”
“Don’t you trust me?” His deep voice, when he teased, seeped into her body from every pore, reverberating in her heart and soul.
“Okay.” She took water in her mouth and leaned forward while Synn held her at the waist. She swallowed the water as the urge to hiccup came again. She kept her head down, waiting for more hiccups, but the blood rushed to her head and she sat up with Synn’s help.
“Better?”
She waited and breathed a sigh of relief. “Yes, thank you.”
He shrugged and his cock pressed into her crease harder. “You’re welcome. How do you like the feel of my cock against your ass?”
She wiggled her butt a little and felt his thighs tense beneath her. “It feels strange, but not unpleasant.”
Synn wrapped both arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Good, because I want to slide my cock into you there.”
She stiffened. “Is that safe?” Her two porn movies hadn’t shown that.
He squeezed her waist. “Of course it’s safe.”
“But how do you know? I mean, maybe years later they discovered it wasn’t good for women.”
He nibbled on her ear. “I thought you trusted me.” The shivers racing along her neck wanted her to give in.
“But I—”
“You told me I could do whatever I wanted with your body. Remember?” His nibble had reached her neck and between the tiny sensations spreading over her skin and his reminder she had allowed him anything, her body filled with surrender.
She angled her head away from his mouth to give him better access to her shoulder. “I’ve never done that before. Didn’t know it could be done or be…”
Synn spoke against her collarbone. “Stimulating? Pleasurable?”
She swallowed. “Yes.”
He lifted his head. “I think it’s time you had a new experie
nce.”
She looked up at him. “Every time I’m with you, it’s a new experience.”
His smile was smug. “Good.” With no explanation, he set her on her feet and she had to catch the bar to keep upright. He then proceeded to strip her of the beautiful gown. When she was naked, he turned her toward the barstool again.
“Here, bend over.” He pulled another padded stool close so she could lay her upper torso across two of them. He stepped away from her.
“What are you doing?”
He held up what appeared to be a dildo. “I’m removing your toy.”
“Huh?”
“Spread your legs.”
Oh, she liked when he said that. Opening her legs, she rested her cheek on the stool. Synn inserted the dildo until it bumped against the bullet inside her. Her pussy instinctually clenched at the pressure of the bullet.
He chuckled. “Relax. I want this out of you, to make more room for me.”
Her muscles melted at his words and he pulled the dildo out, the vibrator attached to it.
She lifted her head. “How did you do that?”
He held both so she could see. “Magnet.”
She started to stand, but his large hand pressed upon her back again. “Stay there. You are perfectly positioned for what I want next.”
She relaxed against the stool cushions, her anticipation building. Glancing back, she caught him lifting the strange skinny dildo with the spaced bulbs made of some kind of plastic. He laid it across her back and rolled it up and down its length like a massage, her muscles relaxed. “Hmm, that feels good.”
Synn controlled his breathing with difficulty. Rena was so compliant, it had him harder than the Abbey’s stone walls. Knowing she trusted him made his body want to take full advantage of that, but he ruthlessly kept it in check. Never would he break her trust within the Masque. But the Masque itself was the ultimate betrayal of her, despite his hoped for outcome. His conscience tried to distract him, but he tried to ignore it. The Masque was all that mattered, wasn’t it? No. Bringing this woman pleasure also mattered, and he would do everything he could to make that happen.
Rena’s ass in his hands begged him to penetrate it, and he couldn’t help spreading her cheeks and staring at her opening there. Putting aside the anal toy, he picked up the liquid called lube, according to Matt. He was pleased he wouldn’t have to use oil. Without a word, he dribbled it down her crease.
“Hey, what was that?” Her husky voice moved through him like he moved through walls. Her butt cheeks tightened at the first touch of the silky wetness, so he massaged them again.
“It is only liquid to make it easier to take you.”
“Oh.” Her breathy whisper proved exactly how excited she was, and his dick jumped of its own accord. He poured more liquid at the apex of her crack and spread her cheeks to watch it dribble over her anal star. All the clothes he wore became suffocating, and he let her go to strip. Stepping back against her, he couldn’t help rubbing his cock over her pretty ass cheeks. “Do you want to be taken in your ass, Rena?”
She didn’t respond, but she pushed her ass back toward him. God, he was so hard. He lifted the anal toy from the bar and stroked it from the nape of her neck, down her spine, to the top of her ass. Shivers raced across her skin, and he did it again. On the third stroke, he continued down her crease, pulling the toy away before it met her pussy. He could see the wetness on the insides of her thighs. Her body was still, waiting, her womanly scent permeating his senses.
Pulling on one cheek, he slid the toy down the center until it reached her opening. Slowly, while kneading her ass, he inserted the first bulb into her anal opening. Her breathing hitched and sped up. Satisfied she was excited, he pressed the toy deeper until the second bulb slipped inside, completely hidden from his view. She would be so tight there. “Do you want more?”
Rena’s hands, holding the second stool, released and gripped it again. “Yes, Synn. More.” Her words were clipped from her rapid breaths.
He pushed in another bulb. She moaned. It was time. Time to give his virgin a taste of what she’d been missing. He couldn’t believe he was the one to introduce her to anal sex. God, he wanted to show her much more, everything they could do together.
“Synn, I need you.”
Her breathy demand snapped him into action. He rubbed his tip against her pussy and warm liquid smoothness coated him. He penetrated her a couple inches, allowing her to feel the pressure of his cock against the toy within her.
A low groan emanated from her. “More.”
He pushed farther into her until he had reached the hilt, her tight pussy sucking at his control, the toy rubbing against the top of his cock. Blast! He needed to come. He gritted his teeth. She had to come first. He refused to take his own pleasure until she was fulfilled.
She whimpered with need, held on the edge of an orgasm. Without warning, he pushed the toy into her ass one more time, sending another bulb into her. Her gasp caught him by surprise as her pussy tightened around him.
Holding her hips, he began his movement out.
Rena’s pussy clenched as her pants turned into rhythmic moans. He glided back in, not wanting to go too deep with his cock while the toy held her ass in thrall, but Rena’s orgasm started. She pushed her ass hard against him and he squeezed her hips as he bumped against her cervix.
Understanding her need as she convulsed around him, he pumped into her until her moans turned to high-pitched whimpers of ecstasy. The ridges of the toy stroked him and he finally let go, allowing her to milk his seed deep into her body. Groaning with release, he held her hips tight against him, letting the final pulse of cum to shoot into her at will.
The sound of clapping froze his blood.
“I say, well done.” The voice issued forth from a wingback chair halfway across the room.
“Eric.” The word came out as a growl.
Rena, dazed, glanced at him.
Synn stiffened. “The devil take you, Eric.” Without pulling from her body, he grabbed his top coat off the bar and laid it over her back. Slowly, he removed the anal toy, causing her a moan of pleasure that made him want to continue their play, but not with Eric as audience.
Wrapping the clothing around her, he separated from her, stifling his moan deep in his chest. He pulled her back onto his lap, her body completely hidden from Eric’s salacious gaze.
“Eric?” Her voice was weak. “Oh, my God. He saw everything.” Her hands tightened on the coat, her body trembled.
The bastard grinned. “Wonderful performance. I’ve never seen it done quite that way before, on the barstools and all.”
Synn had never wanted to kill anyone before now, but rage simmered high in his chest, burning it from the inside. How long had the bastard sat there watching them? From the state of his naked arousal, it had been awhile. What had been a beautiful, new experience for Rena was ruined.
She stiffened in his arms and he noticed Eric licking his lips as he eyed every inch of her, coat or no.
“What the hell do you want, Eric?”
He waved his hand. “Oh, I think I got everything I wanted. A wonderful show complete with toys, anal penetration and a gorgeous woman whimpering in ecstasy. What more could I want?”
Rena shook harder. He didn’t know if it was shock or anger and he didn’t care. Eric had already done enough damage and broken another rule the prince had set in place. As much as Synn wanted to kill the bastard, his first concern was Rena. Besides, the man was already dead. But he could suffer. In one motion, Synn scooped his arm under Rena’s knees and stood with her in his arms.
Spinning away from Eric’s gloating face, he strode for the door.
“Leaving so soon?” The man’s whiny tenor grated against Synn’s ears. “I had hoped to see much more of that lovely backside and thickly nippled front side too.”
In no time, he had Rena through the White Room and Orange Room. Away from the evil bastard who had made her feel like a whore. He only hoped he
could undo the damage. As he entered the Green Room, he belatedly remembered Bryce as the man’s moan issued from a bed. Slowing, Synn noticed three nude ladies having sex with the man at the same time.
He whispered in Rena’s ear, “Look.”
She lifted her head from his shoulder and glanced at the foursome. When her eyes widened, he started again for her room. Maybe seeing her former fiancé with three women would help.
Chapter Sixteen
Rena kept her face pressed into Synn’s chest as he sat with her on her bed. She yearned so much to keep him with her, to make love in her bed away from prying eyes and wild sexual experiences. Just the two of them. She wanted to erase the awful ending of their night together.
His strong arms encircled her, adding to her sense of security. She didn’t want to think about Eric watching them do what they did. She shivered at the thought. He made her feel dirty, like a piece of trash. The exact opposite of how Synn made her feel.
Synn brushed her hair with his hand. “Shh, don’t worry about Eric. He is nothing. He has no taste, and he will do anything to keep us apart.” He untied her mask and lifted her head. “Tell me.”
She stared into his intriguing eyes. An old gray gaze met hers, the ocean-blue color barely visible. “I can’t believe I did what we did tonight. Walking around like that, having sex with the toys.” She looked at her hands fiddling with Synn’s coat, which was still wrapped around her. How could she explain how Eric had made her feel? Even Bryce had never treated her like a slut. In fact, he had tried to keep her from being one. Was she one?
“Rena?” Synn’s deep voice coaxed her into meeting his gaze. “You are a beautiful, passionate woman and you are exploring your sexual boundaries. How will you know what you like and don’t like if you don’t try new experiences?” He held his hand beneath her chin. “And I enjoy sharing in those experiences.”
She loved to share them with him too. “But how can what we did be right? Isn’t it beyond…”
His fingers tightened as she tried to turn away.
“It’s all about what you are comfortable with. You already told me you wouldn’t want to experience an orgy, so you are already discovering your boundaries. You ask if what we did was beyond, beyond what? Beyond exciting, wonderful, orgasmic?” His grin had her responding in kind.