Freeing His Swan Dancer

by Nikki Prince

  “What more could you possibly have in store for me, Master, that you’re not already delivering.”

  “For me to know and for you to enjoy.” He grabbed the lube and opened it, dripping a generous amount on the puckered hole of her ass. He tossed the lube back on to the table and put his thumb in the lube on her ass and mixed it around. Once he had her nice and lubed up, he pushed his thumb into her.

  “Perfect for the beads.”

  He thrust his thumb in and out of until he loosened her enough for the anal beads. With his freehand he grabbed the beads and rubbed them against her clit, wetting them with her juices and the excess lube. He fed the beads into her gently, and when the last bead filled her, she heard the sound near the door.

  The door opened, and he looked over his shoulder. “Right on time, ladies, do come in. I’m going to need your help in pleasuring my girl here.”

  ****

  Ladies? She peered around him and blinked. Flora and Drusilla? Both women were wearing red matching latex bikini tops and miniskirts. Her Master knew her quite well. He’d been privy to her being bi from the very beginning of their relationship. She’d guessed he’d found out from Flora about their prior relationship, but how did he get her to agree to this? Let alone how did Flora get this idea across to Dru? Drusilla didn’t look like she was there under duress. In fact, she had the biggest smile on her face that said the opposite.

  “Master?”

  “Don’t worry. I know that this is a part of your life you haven’t indulged in, in a long while. You and I had plans to do so before…you ran. Domme Flora and her girl volunteered to help out with this part of our fantasy. Are you willing to go along with it? Or?”

  He was giving her a choice. She loved that about him. To be his meant that he took care of all her needs. She needed to hold on to him. Jace was just a blip on the map. Dante and the others would help her, and then she would have to do some making up. He’d already told her his feelings for her. She couldn’t let the fact he didn’t want to speak on the future deter her. He loved her. She could feel it in every punishment and every pleasurable touch. She just had to prove to him she was worthy of that love. Dante wasn’t the jealous type, as having Flora and Dru there said as much, though she’d always known that about him. He was her protector. At least, that’s what he’d been trying to do. She just hadn’t been cooperative.

  “I’m willing to go along with it, Master.” She grinned and looked over at the other two women. Flora was sitting in one of the other chairs with Dru in her lap, kissing her. “I think Domme Flora and Drusilla have decided to get the party started with or without us.”

  Dante leaned his head in, and she shivered as he nipped her earlobe and began whispering into her ear.

  “She’s just warming her girl up…like I am with you. Now you’re sure you’re good with this? If not, tell me now by using your safe word.”

  She shook her head. “No, I’m fine with it. The safe word isn’t needed. I want this. I want you, and I’d love to have Flora and Dru involved.”

  “I know your limits, so realize that I’m going to push you to them.”

  She nodded. “Yes, understood, Master. Now please, may I have a kiss, Sir?”

  Odette didn’t have to ask again. She sighed into his mouth as he kissed her deeply, threading his fingers into her hair. He kissed her long and hard, and when he was done she laid her head back against the chair and whimpered, shutting her eyes.

  “Does that mean you’re ready for more, little girl?”

  “Yes, please…yes.”

  “Hmm, I thought your girl would never ask, Dante.” She heard Flora chuckle. “Where do you want us?”

  “I want one of you on each side of her to play with her gorgeous breasts.”

  “With pleasure, Dante.” Flora’s musical voice washed over her, and she couldn’t help but open her eyes to watch her and Dru approach. She licked her lips in anticipation of having not only Dante’s hands on her but also Flora’s and Dru’s. If that made her greedy, then she guessed she’d be considered greedy.

  She stopped her musings when the heat of Flora and Dru’s mouths wrapped around one nipple each and both women expertly began to lick and suck. She squirmed against the ties that restrained her, but there was no getting loose. All she could do was enjoy.

  “Oh my god…” She groaned.

  Drusilla chuckled and spoke for the first time. “You’re right, Mistress Beauty. She does taste quite sweet.”

  That made Odette gasp, and she looked from one woman to the other. Then all thought was lost as the feather was brushed over her thighs and teased around her clit.

  “I thought that would bring you back into focus,” Dante stated, as he continued to rub the feather between her thighs yet stayed away from her clit. Focus? It was hard to focus with both women now cupping and squeezing her breasts, tugging at the nipples with their teeth, laving them with their tongues while she was being teased by the large feather. There was no way to focus, none at all.

  Could someone die from so much pleasure? She jumped at the slap to her clit, and startled, she looked at her Master. The smack didn’t hurt. It felt extremely good and pulled her out of her daydreaming.

  “Do we have to deny you pleasure to make sure that you’re paying attention and following orders?”

  She’d missed something. “Sir, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to not pay attention. This just feels extraordinary.”

  Dante moved away, and for a second Odette thought he was going to stop the scene. She was on the verge of begging him to not leave, and then he smiled at her. The most wicked smile ever, and she shivered.

  “Flora, Dru, untie our captive and escort her to the bed. I want the both of you to pleasure her until she’s close to coming. I want to watch. Don’t let her come right away; I’ll give her the okay.”

  Dante settled in a chair in front of the bed, sitting as he had been before. He had his hand on his cock, stroking with long, sure strokes. Flora and Dru made quick work of the tie and the restraints and gently pulled her towards the bed, laying her down on it on her back. Each step to the bed reminded her that she had the anal beads in, and she moaned. Drusilla situated her legs so that they were bent at the knee with her feet flat on the bed and her ass hanging off the edge.

  “Impeccable…I will be able to see a lot from this angle,” Dante stated.

  Drusilla knelt between her spread thighs on the floor, and Flora settled on her knees on the bed. “Go ahead, Dru, my girl, have a taste. Get her close to coming while I kiss her.”

  Drusilla grinned. “Eagerly, Mistress Beauty.”

  There was a whizzing sound, and Flora put her finger on to Odette’s clit, using the finger vibe.

  “Ahh.” Then she couldn’t say anything more because Flora covered her mouth with hers and kissed her deeply. The swirl of her tongue into her mouth coaxed her into that kiss. Soft and delicious. The swipe of Dru’s tongue around her entrance was enough to make her go into full body shakes. She’d been teased so long tonight. Unable to stop herself, she stroked her fingers into Drusilla’s long locks and began to fuck herself on her mouth.

  Shit. Drusilla really knew what she was doing. She licked at her labia, then around the entrance, then shallowly pushed her tongue into her entrance. She’d almost forgotten about the anal beads until Drusilla gripped the handle and slowly slid them almost all the way out, only to slip them back in. The rhythm that Drusilla found was maddening to Odette. It only heightened her need, and soon she was mewling and writhing on the bed.

  Flora nipped and licked at her lips, then mimicked the motion of fucking with her tongue thrusting deep into Odette’s mouth. What turned her on the most was the fact that her Master was watching it all and was just as turned on. She could hear him groaning as he jacked his cock off.

  As hard as she fucked Drusilla’s mouth, Flora ground the finger vibe into her clit. Soon the stimulation had her arching her body to fuck herself on Dru’s wicked tongue.

 
Flora removed her mouth from hers and put all her attention on Odette’s breast until Odette was panting hard. She needed to come. He had to let her come right now, right?

  “Ohh god…please…please, I need to come. Master…pleaseeee let them, let me come.” She wailed.

  “Hold it, Odette. You will come when I say you can. It’s too soon, baby.”

  She heard his voice, and he sounded close to her. Looking up from her where she lay on the bed, she saw Dante standing next to the bed. His cock in hand, he knelt by her head as Flora moved away to settle close to her hips. Flora trailed kisses along her body, and then took the vibe off her clit to replace it with her mouth. She sucked in that nubbin of flesh so delicately that Odette’s body convulsed and gushed more liquid.

  “Suck me, Odette. Suck my cock…”

  He commanded and damn if she couldn’t help but obey. She loved it when he told her what to do and how to do it. Panting softly, she turned her head towards her Master, opening her mouth to accept the head of his cock. She licked and sucked as he fed it to her. Soon he was fucking her mouth, giving her as much as he knew she could take and no more. The smooth glide of his cock into her mouth lined up perfectly with Drusilla’s and Flora’s mouths playing havoc on her already wound up body, but she had orders. She couldn’t come until he allowed her to. Orgasm denial was a power play between the two of them, and she loved it. The orgasm, when it finally came, would be worth it.

  Tears formed in her eyes, and she struggled to hold back. It wasn’t easy. She could only hope that he’d let her have what was needed before she exploded into teeny tiny pieces. All of the pleasure was putting her body into overload. She arched up off the bed and into the mouths, and Dante tangled his fingers into her hair, fully fucking her mouth. Now, all she could do was hum and moan around his cock.

  She closed her eyes, but that didn’t help the electrical shock of pleasure that was traveling through her senses. Drusilla and Flora played her body like she was a violin, and her Master’s cock made her wild with want.

  “Uhn, yes, that’s it, O…suck me off. I’m close.”

  Wanting to taste him, she sucked harder. His grunt told her of his impending orgasm, and soon she was swallowing every last drop. She only stopped when he tapped her cheek and then leaned down to kiss her deeply. Her tongue was still coated with his come, and she thrust it into his mouth.

  She was turned on by the fact that he licked and sucked on her tongue without a thought. He parted the kiss, and she groaned as he moved his hands from her hair to her breasts, pulling at her nipples and deepening her ache. One of the women, she didn’t know who, took ahold of the anal beads and fucked her ass with them.

  “Go ahead and come, O…fly!”

  His words pushed her over the edge faster than anything ever could, and she was coming into Dru’s and Flora’s mouth and screaming her Master’s name.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Panting heavily, she only vaguely recognized that Flora and Dru had stopped touching her and were touching each other. Soon she heard the shouts of both women as they reached completion. She received a kiss from the both of them to her forehead, and then they were excusing themselves from the room. Dante replaced their body heat with his own. He pulled her close to him and kissed her lips softly, stroking one hand over her breasts.

  “They didn’t want to stay?”

  “No, they wanted to be a part of your pleasure and then go back to their own scene.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “No need thanking me…giving you what you need is thanks enough for me. Though don’t think I’m finished with you…yet.”

  He trailed kisses from her collarbone to her neck, alternating those kisses with nips to the skin and a swipe of his tongue.

  “You’re so beautiful…watching you with them. I can’t even begin to describe the thrill. But that’s for another time. Get up and get a condom for me out of the nightstand along with the lube. I want you to put it on me.”

  She scrambled from the bed, energized by the thought of finally having him inside of her again. She only slowed down when she realized that the beads were threatening to come out. Dante in the meantime, she noted, was lying down on the bed, his cock hard as he leisurely stroked it. She straddled his legs, putting the lube down next to him and opening the condom. The sound of the foil from the condom filling the room brought about an anticipation she could not describe and a steady flow of cream between her thighs.

  While staring into his eyes, she pulled the condom all the way down until he was fully sheathed, then cupped his balls and squeezed. He grunted.

  “Did I say you could touch me, girl?”

  “Not with words…”

  He growled softly and gripped her by the waist, bringing her closer to him until their chests touched. At this angle his cock was rubbing against the crack of her ass, pressing on the anal beads. She groaned.

  “Yes, I suppose I could let you slide there…Fuck. Take me inside, baby. I want you.” There was no teasing in his voice. He was straight up serious, and she loved it. She rose to take him in.

  He flipped her to her back quickly, and she gasped. Her eyes, she knew, had to be as wide as saucers.

  “Never mind…I think I’ll do the taking.” He rose to his knees, placing one hand on her waist and the other on his cock. Damn, the man just oozed sexiness and swagger. For a man who said he was going to do the taking he was sure taking his time. He rubbed the head of his condom-sheathed cock along her pussy in several teasing strokes, and she groaned.

  “Master…ahh…I thought you were going to do the taking?”

  “In my own time.”

  Dante leaned in and nuzzled her neck, and she sighed, turning her head to the side to give him better access. She wasn’t disappointed. He licked at her neck, sucking the skin into his mouth and marking her as his. Oh my god, am I his? Then what she wanted most happened. He thrust into her in one sure stroke, both hands now snug at her waist as he thrust into her with increasing speed.

  “Fuck, wrap your legs around my waist.”

  Odette brought her legs up around his waist, locking them at the ankles. This angle thrust him into her fully. They both groaned, and he stopped thrusting for a moment. Tears seeped from the corners of her eyes. Why oh why did I punish us both?

  With a ragged groan, she wrapped her arms up around his neck. Her body fit so well against his. This was magic: pure, unadulterated magic.

  Tenderly Dante kissed both of her eyes, and then his mouth was on hers as he began to move within her with sure, deep thrusts. He slid his cock along her inner walls, hitting her g-spot with each thrust. He growled, and she knew what was to come and held on tight. He increased his thrusts, moving faster and faster within her. In turn she used her inner muscles to squeeze around him on each of his downward thrusts, and soon they were both panting and mumbling unintelligible words.

  “Come with me, O, baby…come with me.”

  Free falling was the only way to describe the rush that went through her veins, and she found herself coming once more, shuddering and writhing against him as they both found completion. He held her for a little while longer while they both panted and tried to control their breathing. She kissed the scar on his chest and snuggled as close to him as she could. This was where she belonged.

  Jace, whatever he was or whatever he’d allowed to take a hold of him, no longer mattered. She had to believe that Dante and the others could take care of it. She had to. Her eyes were heavy, and she was so tired. She vaguely responded to Dante, who was removing himself from her and then coming back to clean her gently. Then she was back in his arms and falling fast asleep. The last thing she remembered was a kiss to the top of her head and Dante getting them both under the covers and once again hauling her tightly against him.

  “Sleep, O…”

  There would be no argument from her; her body was demanding she do it even if all she wanted to do was to tell him how sorry she was. She could do it later. When she g
ot up, she would tell him.

  ****

  Something awakened her, though what it was she couldn’t say. Glancing at the alarm clock, she was it was only three in the morning. She gazed over at Dante who was still fast asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, she slipped from the bed and went to where her robe was hanging on the adjoining bathroom door. Putting it on, she decided she’d go out on the balcony and enjoy the night air.

  The minute she closed the balcony door she sensed something wasn’t right. She turned quickly to head back into the room. Right in front of the doors stood Jace. He had his arms crossed over his chest and the most demonic grin on his lips. She gasped and backed up against the railing, looking at the other balconies and wondering if she be able to get away if she jumped would. Or perhaps she should call out to Dante.

  “There’s no escape. Don’t even think about calling out. I’ll kill him first before I let him best me again. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist coming out here to sit in the night air.”

  “Jace, how did you get here?” She swallowed hard, trying to push down the fear, but fear was winning.

  “Ahh, you’re finally afraid again. I love it. I will let you in on a little secret. My demon helped me get here, and she’ll help me take you from here. Then we will be going to get our son.”

  “Jace, please…leave Jamie out of this. He’s just a little boy!”

  “He is a mistake I should’ve corrected a long time ago.”

  “How can you say that about your own flesh and blood?” He was crazy, truly, truly crazy. She couldn’t regret having met him. He was the reason she had Jamie, but she did regret not seeing him for what he truly was. Even before the demon.

  “I should have seen from the beginning that you’re weak-minded with a weak womb!”

  There it was. The truest reason that Jace hated her. She hadn’t been able to give him the perfect child he wanted. He was wrong: Jamison was perfect. He was a beautiful child no matter what Jace said.

  Jace advanced on her, and there was nowhere she could go. His eyes weren’t his own. She truly believed him that he had a demon. With this fiend, Jace could do anything, and she had no doubt that he would.