by Zoey Marcel
“No. I must torment you first and teach you to behave.”
She whined in protest, but he slapped her ass for that one. Her sphincter reacted by gripping the vibrating toy. The buzzing that rippled through her delicate tissues shocked a breathy cry from her.
“Respect is something you will know the meaning of well by the time I’m done with you. Which of your exes was the one who cheated on you with men?”
Her mouth fell open, partly because he turned the speed up on the vibrator plug, but also due to the question he just threw out there. “How did you know one of them cheated on me with men?”
“You are cynical and wary. I like to think that is because you were hurt rather than due to ignorant prejudice.”
“I’m not prejudice, Sir. I’m sure there are some fine bis that are faithful to their partners. That just wasn’t the experience I had with a bi man. I don’t even know if he was bisexual. He might have been gay and just been using me as a beard. Are you bi or something?”
“That is not your business one way or the other, is it, since this is only temporary?”
The retort made her clam up. There was a bitter edge to his comment that made her feel bad, like she’d hurt him with her remark a little bit ago.
Quentin walked around to the front of her again and took the clit clamp off. The blood came flowing back into her engorged little pea with an almost painful rush that had her throbbing to be touched there. She mewled in pleasured discomfort when he ran her sensitized clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, massaging the feeling back into it. Wicked energy surfaced in a prickly fit of tingles.
“I’m going to lick your hot little clit, and you won’t come until I’m ready for you to come.”
She let out a heated cry when he knelt in front of her and ran his thumb over her tender bud, driving a wealth of sensation into the area. His full, smooth lips brushed her pulsating nerve bundle and had her gasping in delight when she felt his tongue licking her there.
She saw the remote control in his hand and watched him flip up the speed. A sharp outcry rushed from her when the vibe went turbo in her back door. She choked on a meek sob when her asshole clenched and drove the strong palpitations deep into her tissues.
How in the hell was she supposed to keep from coming when the humming energy in her bottom and the steamy licks of his expert tongue felt so fucking good?
“Do you want to come?” he murmured against her sex.
“Please, Sir.”
“Ask me then.”
“Can I come, Sir?”
“No.”
“You’re such a tease, Sir.”
His deep snicker resonated through her like an orgasmic wave, enlightening her system with primitive knowledge.
“Ask me again. Perhaps this time I will say yes.”
God, she hoped so. “May I come for you, Sir?”
“No, you may not.”
She bit back a screech of frustration. His teeth grazed her clit lightly in warning and that got her to keep quiet. He swirled his tongue around her clit, circling it over and over the pleading button until she thought she would lose her mind.
She let out a breathy wail when he suckled her clit between his lips, slurping and tugging on it with enthusiastic nibbles.
“Ask me again, Kendall.”
But what if he said no yet again? She was so horny and turned on right now, she was certain she would battle the cuffs around her ankles just for a chance to kick him for denying her.
“Please, Sir. I want to come so bad.”
“It is what I want that you should be concerned with.”
Her eyes watered at the swells of heat rising in her body and the naughty trickles of fluid rolling down her inner thighs, compliments of her deviant pussy.
“What do you want, Sir?”
“I want you to come for me.”
Halle-freakin’-lujah!
“Thank you, Sir.”
He tongued her furiously, lapping incessantly at her fat, pulsing clit, coaxing the bashful climax out of her. It took next to nothing to get her off. She was way too damned sensitive right now. A powerful orgasm rushed through her in a convulsive bonfire of hot sensation and shocking waves of electricity. Her cunt spasmed in desperation around his inserted finger, sucking it in sexual offering as her nectar washed over his skin in a private surrender that drew her closer to him and deeper into the submission he demanded of her.
The really jarring part in all of this was the severe humming that drove its electric sparks deep into her shuddering tissues, sending exhilarating hysteria shuttling through her system. She jerked against her binds automatically from the choking hold of her release that shook her hard.
Seeing Quentin’s face buried between her legs as he laved her with a searing, wet tempo that was absolutely maddening had submissive arousal shimmering through her.
She jolted when her climax passed and he shut the toy off. Her ass walls still quivered and prickled with the aftershocks of the strong buzzing she’d experienced. Her pussy fluttered and pulsed liquid desire out of her that felt like hot tears of elation as they streamed down her inner thighs.
Quentin stood, looking satisfied with both her and his own skill. She couldn’t deny the effect he had on her inside and out. It surprised her when he tied a blindfold around her eyes, but she had to admit the loss of sight during a scene got her excited for whatever his subsequent plans were.
“I’m going to leave the room for a minute to see who just arrived.” He unshackled her limbs and then pushed her to her knees on the ground. “I want you to remain kneeling here until I return for you. Listen to whatever you like.”
He put the ear pieces in and handed her iPod to her that she’d brought in with her when he’d taken her down here into his personal dungeon.
“Thank you, Sir. I’ll miss you.”
She heard the subdued creaking of joints as he presumably knelt in front of her to drop a kiss on her head.
“And I will miss you. Wait for me and be good while I’m gone. Do not remove the blindfold or the ear pieces. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll obey you.”
“Yes, I know you will.” His low, bottomless timbre gave her thrilling shivers.
She heard him leave and then listened to the iPod he’d turned on for her.
* * * *
Quentin walked out into the Great Room, smiling when he saw that Charlie had let himself into the house. “Couldn’t stay away, could you?”
Charlie scoffed as he closed the distance between them. “Don’t flatter yourself, you arrogant fuck. You owe me a new phone.”
“So you told me.”
He crammed a thin catalog into Quentin’s hands, pointing to a particular one on the open page when Quentin glanced down at it. “That’s the one I want.”
The price amused him. “Naturally you would choose one that was more expensive than your last one.”
“That’s what’s known as vengeance, my friend. Last time I checked, you weren’t broke.” Charlie looked around as if checking for someone. “I almost wish you were. Then it would sting like crazy.”
“How thoughtful of you. René isn’t here right now.”
“Good. I’m still pissed off at him...and you.”
“But not enough to deny yourself last night.”
Charlie’s eyes narrowed on him. “You were there and convenient.”
Quentin wanted to whip his hide for that. Instead, he retaliated verbally. “Is that why you poured out your soul to me?”
A fleeting display of emotion made a telling show in Charlie’s alluring eyes.
“What did I say about going there?” He stole a peek at Quentin’s crotch with a humorless smirk and turned on his heel toward the kitchen. “Nice hard-on. I’ve barely been here two minutes. You’re like a hormonal fucking teenager.”
“Now you’re the one flattering himself. I was with a woman.”
Charlie’s head jerked and a tear in his mask disclo
sed the deep wound the comment had inflicted on him. Like clockwork, the cocky swagger and anti-fuck-giving were back as he dug into the cupboard for a snack.
“Oh yeah? Good for you, Quen. That’s always nice to hear.”
Quentin felt an evil smile making an unapologetic display on his face. “Does it bother you that I’m fucking a woman without you?”
“No. Why would it? I’m happy for you.” Charlie held the can of honey-roasted peanuts and popped the plastic lid off the top.
“Then you won’t mind my honesty when I tell you that I have a meaningful connection with this woman.”
His countenance dimmed as he grabbed a handful of nuts. Quentin watched him pop them into his mouth before walking by, speaking while he chewed. “Who is she?”
“She’s from out of town. You would like her.”
“I doubt it.” Charlie slumped into a chair while munching on peanuts. “If you’re so fixated on her, why don’t you go get your dick wet already and let me eat?”
“You sound irritated, Charlie. Is everything all right?”
An obvious scowl tensed his features. “Why wouldn’t it be?”
“I’m going to share her with you.”
Charlie gave him an annoyed look. “Oh, you are, are you?”
“Yes, I am.” Quentin took several steps closer so he stood behind an empty chair across from his. “I’m going to fill her tight cunt while she sucks your cock.”
“That’s nice, Quen, but I’m not in the mood.”
“She has long auburn curls and beautiful green eyes. I know you have a soft spot for Irish beauties.”
Charlie’s jaw unlocked and his appearance softened with interest and recollection, no doubt, of the woman who looked just as Quentin described and had stolen Charlie’s heart long ago. It pleased the hell out of him that he had that same woman here now to fellate Charlie, and his best friend didn’t even know it.
“A redhead, huh?”
Quentin nodded once. “She is breathtaking.”
“It’s been a while since I’ve been with one of those. Bring her in.”
“I was thinking of blindfolding you so you could fantasize while she sucks on you.”
“You mean pretend it’s her?”
“Yes.”
“I thought you were jealous of Kendall.”
“This is sheer fantasy. I’m not jealous of your imagination. I know I please you.”
Charlie gave him a steamy look. “Can’t argue with that, although I have to admit this whole blindfold deal sounds like a ploy to top me.”
Quentin smiled. “I do test you, don’t I?”
“Like a fucking green broke horse.”
He grinned and pulled the extra blindfold out of his pocket, tossing it to his lover. “Put this on.”
Charlie stuck another handful of nuts into his mouth before following through with the command.
“Do not remove it.”
“You bark orders at me and I will. I want to see this woman that has you wrapped around her little finger.” Charlie’s jaw muscles tensed with a degree of jealousy Quentin found inherently satisfying. “What’s going on there?”
Quentin tied his wrists down to the arms of the chair. “I know you all too well. You would remove the blindfold the first chance you get.”
Charlie smirked. “Now what makes you think that?”
“You’re devious.” Quentin pecked a weightless kiss onto Charlie’s lips. “And defiant.”
He followed the sentence with another featherlight kiss, insides stirring with feeling when he felt Charlie’s lips extend toward his as he returned the affectionate indulgence.
“Well, aren’t you sweet?”
“I’ll be right back.” Quentin dropped another kiss on his lips, but Charlie’s participation in the amorous touch had him peppering several more tender kisses there.
He looked back over his shoulder at the man he loved one more time before leaving the room. Charlie was a cock-hardening knockout sitting there blindfolded and tied down with cloth binds. The man could easily get out of them. If he tried, Quentin would tie them tighter. He wasn’t ready to divulge the truth to his best friend just yet where Kendall was concerned.
He would get around to that, but first, he wanted some more time with her, and if he was honest with himself, he wanted to secure Charlie once and for all as his before presenting him with the soft, lovely potential distraction that he subconsciously feared Kendall might be to Charlie. If he could have them both without losing either one of them, then he would go through with the permanent ménage plan he’d schemed up for the three of them with René.
* * * *
Kendall flinched when she felt a warm hand touch her shoulder. Quentin must be back. He turned her iPod off and then pulled the listening pieces out of her ears. After setting it aside, he freed her tits from the imprisonment of the clamps, sending a piercing rush of blood circulating back into the area. She let out a soft, mangled cry when she felt his hands kneading the feeling back into her breasts. The rolling and squishing ministrations felt good as they chased away the discomfort.
“The blindfold stays on,” he said. “There is a man seated in the living room. I want you to suck his cock for me. You do not have to swallow, but know that he is clean and someone very close to me.”
It sounded so taboo, not knowing who she would be going down on. She trusted Quentin and had a feeling that the person was either René or Justin. No big deal. It was deliciously spicy the way he implied that it was someone else, possibly a stranger to her, but she had a feeling that was just a fun mind-fuck on his part.
“You have me intrigued, Sir.”
“Very nice.” His tone dripped with gratification at her feeble whimper when he grazed his thumbs over her throbbing nipples. “I will fuck your lovely cunt from behind.”
“That sounds amazing, Sir. Are you going to take the butt plug out before we go into the living room?”
“No. You’re going to wear it while you are taken...by two men at once. You have developed quite an insatiable taste for that type of sex.”
“Yes, Sir. I can’t get enough of it.”
“Then come with me. Do not speak at all during this encounter.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He helped her to her feet and then guided her by the hand up the stairs. The air felt warmer and cozy when they entered the airy expanse of the Great Room that served as their living room. The light from the scads of windows filtered through the blindfold and her closed eyelids, rendering her content in the sunny laziness of Indian summer.
He guided her to her knees on the floor. Like a bat psyched for the hunt and relying solely on radar, she sensed someone’s presence directly in front of her. A sort of coarse static invasion felt like it hovered only inches away from her breasts.
“Put your hands on him,” Quentin told her.
She heard him kneel on the floor behind her and felt his powerful male hands on her arms as he nudged her forward. Her hands came to rest on hard thighs that felt strong and muscular beneath the jeans he wore, whoever the man was.
“Open his pants and pull his cock out. Do exactly as I tell you and do not speak.”
Kendall obeyed, having to mentally restrain herself from uttering the automatic response of “Yes, Sir” that threatened to emerge out of pure habit. She fumbled with the man’s jeans, feeling his hips rise so she could tug his pants and underwear down just enough to get his penis out. His engorgement felt huge and the cashmere texture of his bulging erection burned her hand.
“Now, pleasure him with your mouth. When he is close, I want you to pull his dick out of your mouth and rub him until he ejaculates all over your tits. Nod if you understand me.”
She nodded, slit growing wetter at the raunchy description of the act she was about to participate in.
Her ears were greeted with a nice surprise when Quentin stuck the tiny buds back in and turned her iPod on. Now she was blind and deaf and surrounded by fit men and hard cock
s. Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” came on while her mouth indulged in the fleshy taste of stiff, blazing-hot dick. The music was loud enough that she couldn’t hear any noises coming from the unnamed man, but she could tell by the way his cock jerked at times and his balls drew up that he liked it. His sac felt solid and heavy when she played with it, like his testicles were packed with scalding cum that he was ready to unload on her.
The rubber tip of Quentin’s sheathed cock rooted around her dripping folds before a forceful surge propelled him forward into her vagina. She screeched on the stranger’s prick, but the sound was drowned out by the music playing and the hot thickness of the shaft stuffing her face.
“Oh god” was choked out on the man’s penis when Quentin turned on the vibrator plug stuck in her ass. The thing hummed on low like happy bees collecting pollen on a warm spring day. Maybe she could handle this.
The feel of Quentin thrusting in her cramped channel and the toy making things even tighter while driving pleasurable shocks into her tissues was incredible. Vibrations tickling her throat told her that she succumbed to defeated sounds of passion. Her mewling and broken moans made the other man’s private flesh swell in her mouth.
She blessed and cursed Quentin’s name when the speed on the plug was kicked up a notch...or two or three. His erection rubbed her G-spot boldly, humping it into an orgasmic state of surrender. Her sphincter quivered at the tiny pinpricks of sensation that flowed like electricity into her muscles.
She made an educated guess as to when she supposed the mystery man might be ready to come. As fate would have it, she turned out to be pretty dang close. His broad cock pulsed hot with blood as she worked the simmering flesh up and down in her hand.
Her pussy went into lock-down mode on Quentin’s jabbing dick and she nearly buried her face in the nameless man’s lap when her vaginal release closed in on her. She sobbed unintelligible pleas that even she couldn’t fathom as her holes constricted on the phalluses filling them, one real and the other a reasonably acceptable counterfeit.
The other man’s rigid length throbbed in her hand and she heard a faint cry through whatever song was currently playing. Sizzling splashes of cum shot out of his slit in several powerful spurts. She accepted his decadent offering on her swollen breasts, moaning at her own objectification that only made her come that much harder.