Bad Boys of BDSM Omnibus No. 1

by Anita Lawless, Leigh Foxlee, C. J. Sneere

  She slipped into the submissive role in this game. Bowing her head, she closed her eyes as he slipped the soft yet strong leather cuffs around her wrists and fastened them. They bit into her flesh, but not too deep.

  His boots clicked on the floor as he moved behind her to cuff her ankles. Warm, strong hands slid down her legs and guided her foot upward into the leather bracelet. His touch, and the shackle securing her ankle, made sensations spark through her. She let out a tiny sigh as he bound her other ankle. Now she floated, feeling weightless as she swung above the polished floor.

  The door snapped open and another person joined them. Though she’d kept her head bowed, maintaining her submissive stance, she now lifted it briefly to glimpse Master Lowe. He, too, wore tight leather pants and boots that matched. His heels clipped across the floor as he strode purposefully toward her and Corey.

  Dirty blond hair fell in loose waves and brushed his shoulders. His eyes were the palest sky blue and his skin was deeply tanned. Muscles rippled as he moved, and full lips quirked into a sideways smirk when he noticed her peeking. Quickly, she dropped her head like a good submissive. Although she wondered if a bit of disobedience would be worth the punishment.

  Corey—or Master Varkov, as Bekka would refer to him during role playing—went to one of the stainless steel tables and rolled it over.

  “Raise your head,” he commanded, and Bekka obeyed. “First we’re going to soothe your body with oils, relax you.” He swept a hand over the selection of fine glass bottles atop the tray. “Then we’re going to deliver sweet pain and pleasure, stimulation and elation. Are you ready, sub?”

  She swallowed hard. A fuzzy tingling spread through her pussy, and she wished she could squeeze her legs together. “Yes, sir. I’m ready.”

  Master Lowe and Master Varkov chose a bottle each and approached. The fragrance of citrus and something that reminded her of the sea teased her nostrils after they opened the lotions and poured some into their palms.

  Hot, slick hands soon found her, rubbing these gels into her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed as one worked the mixture into her shoulders, while the other kneaded it into her back, trailing down toward her buttocks.

  “Open your eyes, sub,” Master Lowe commanded, gripping her chin and making her maintain eye contact. “Watch us pleasure you.”

  For a moment, the touching stopped. Punishment for her disobedience. She bit back words of disappointment and maintained her new master’s gaze, until he told her to look to the floor.

  Their hands returned, caressing her flesh, kneading her buttocks. Master Lowe’s touch swept over her breasts, making her nipples tingle and grow taut. He massaged her pert mounds until she moaned, which earned her a slap from Master Varkov and an admonishment for letting out her pleasure without permission. Once more they denied her their touch as punishment, then their hands returned and she instantly relaxed as they roamed and explored her body. Cherished it.

  Her nipples were tweaked and pulled, teased, which made her pussy throb more and grow wet. She had to stifle a groan that itched at the back of her throat. The lotion warmed her skin and ignited a delightful stinging in her flesh. Her nipples puckered and grew so taut they ached.

  Master Varkov spread her legs wider and held them open with one hand while he applied lotion to her sex. He took his time slathering this liquid up and down her seam, lingering especially when he applied it to her clitoris. She grit her teeth to keep from gasping. A slow burning fire spread through her clit and down her soaking slit. She writhed in her chains in reaction, unable to stop herself as the stimuli flooded her brain.

  “You like that, sub?” Master Varkov whispered close to her ear, then he dipped his head and kissed the center of her back. “That’s just a taste of what we have planned.”

  Once her whole body was alight from their touch and the oils, her two masters stepped back. They stared at her hungrily for a moment then went to the walls to select instruments of torture. She shivered in her bonds, making the chains tinkle as they clinked together. The tingling in her lower belly unfurled and her desire soared higher.

  One chose a shiny black riding crop and the other chose a long slender cane. She bit her lip as they returned. Fear and lust made her tremble at the promise of what was to follow. She and Corey—Master Varkov—had engaged in BDSM role playing together before, but never with another partner and never at this level. She trusted him to know her limits. Still, this complete vulnerability both thrilled and terrified her.

  The crop skimmed between her shoulders and down her lower back. Her master traced circles on her buttocks with its cool, sleek tip. Then he drew back and the crop whistled through the air before it hit her ass, sending a shocking sting radiating through her cheek. She gasped loudly, despite her best efforts to keep the reaction within. This earned her another three lashings from the crop. The sharp, burning pain made her nerves sing as they were assaulted with a sublime rush of adrenaline.

  Her other master teased her breasts with the tip of the cane, flicking its cold tip over her nipples until the sensation zipped from her breasts to her pussy, making it pulse, and her inner muscles squeezed tight from need. The cane slithered down between her breasts, over her stomach, and lower still, until the tip flit over her clitoris. It swelled even more from this touch and ached as desire grew. He swirled circles over this sensitive bead of flesh until sweat broke out on her brow and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.

  She wriggled in her chains, unable to keep still.

  Whack! The crop slapped her ass hard and sensation rocketed to her core. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly while she struggled to keep all this bliss internal, until her masters gave her permission to moan, to scream out her ecstasy. Her every pore was seared with bliss and pain.

  The cane danced over her clit, bringing her to the apex of release. Noticing this, her master leaned close and whispered, “Don’t come yet, mistress. Not until I say so. Hold it back.”

  She did, but the denial was sweet torture. Her brain and body demanded she come, but she willed herself to hold off until permission was granted.

  Moments later, a curved toy slipped into her pussy. Vibrations thrummed through her as the toy was turned on and it thrust in and out of her sex, in time with the cane sweeping over her clit. She struggled to hold off her climax.

  Finally, one of her masters gave her the order to orgasm. “Come hard for us, mistress. Now.”

  Her hips curled and her sex clenched tight around the toy as the orgasm burst deep inside of her. She moaned and rocked in her chains, swaying back and forth, floating as bliss poured through her. All sense of self was lost to pure pleasure. She drifted in an abyss that was nothing but euphoria.

  Master Varkov tangled his fingers in her hair and yanked her head back to plant a hungry, ferocious kiss on her lips as she trembled from her intense release. His tongue fought with hers and his mouth dominated. She groaned into this kiss as his tongue fucked her mouth like he would soon fuck her body—with primal abandon. When he pulled away, she was breathless and shaking.

  The toy slipped from inside of her and Master Lowe massaged her stinging ass as she drifted down from this erotic daze. His touch calmed her, soothed away the pain, and she melted.

  Warm hands encircled her ankles and worked to unfasten the manacles. Master Lowe cradled her against him as he lowered her feet back to the floor. He kept her there, massaging her buttocks and back, while Master Varkov slapped her sex with the cane, sending her spiraling toward another intense climax.

  Then her two masters walked away, and disappointment filled her at the loss of their touch. One master opened a long, slender velvet box on the tray. He pulled out some glittering ruby nipple clamps that were attached by golden chains. A clitoris clamp with ruby beads was attached to these by a third chain.

  Master Varkov approached her with this and applied each glimmering, blood-red clamp to her nipples. He tweaked them after fastening each one, sending sharp sensations zipping str
aight to her sex. Before he attached the clit clamp, he bent close to her ear and whispered, “A gift for you, mistress. I know rubies are your favorite.”

  He pinched the clit clamp on and she gasped. “They must’ve cost you a lot.”

  He smiled and tweaked the clit clamp again, making her squirm. “You’re worth it.” Then he drew near again and his hot breath fanned her cheek. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.” He pulled on the nipple clamps and sharp pain sliced through her.

  “Sorry, master.” She dropped her head in a submissive gesture.

  Master Lowe returned as well. His warm, sculpted chest brushed against her back, then broad hands parted her buttocks. Something cold and slick stroked her puckered opening and she relaxed, preparing herself for entry. The cool, rounded anal plug slipped inside and she tightened around it, letting out a long moan as it stretched her. It stroked her deep inside, fanning her bliss back to life.

  Master Varkov dropped to his knees before her and tugged at the clit clamp. He pressed his mouth to her sex and laved his tongue over the jeweled clamp. Fuzzy tingling flooded her groin once again and her sex tightened with desire. He tugged on her labia with his teeth and she cried out loudly, hoping they wouldn’t stop this pleasure as punishment for her outburst. Instead, Master Lowe slapped her ass while he twirled the plug buried inside her.

  Euphoria seared her every nerve. It chased all thought away and cleared her mind. Her only focus was pure bliss.

  Master Varkov’s tongue expertly played over her clit, making her shiver from the delicious pleasure he delivered. Fingers slipped inside her pussy, stroking her g-spot in time with the plug that twisted within her anus. Her breathing grew ragged as the erotic fog she was lost in thickened. Leaning back against Master Lowe, she came again as Master Varkov traced the seam of her sex with his tongue. The orgasm left her limbs feeling like jelly.

  Master Varkov stood and cradled her head in his big hand. “You’ve done well, mistress. Now, as a reward, we’re going to fuck you senseless.”

  His tongue flit in her ear and she shivered. Tiny goosebumps rose all over her sweat dampened flesh. Then he claimed her mouth once more and she tasted her juices on his lips. She melted all over again from his expert manipulation of her body.

  Master Lowe pulled out the lubricated anal plug, but they left the nipple and clitoris clamps on. Both doms shed their pants, revealing stiff cocks that slapped against the base of their stomachs. Her pussy twinged when she looked at them. She was hungry to have both men deep inside of her.

  Once more, Master Lowe positioned himself behind her and Master Varkov in front. Master Lowe put on a condom before he spread her cheeks again and applied a soothing lube, then he nudged the head of his cock into her ass. It had been a while since she’d had any anal play, but when she let herself relax, the pressure was pleasing and not too painful at all. Her channel stretched and he glided deep inside of her, his cock stroking her g-spot instantly. The need to come returned swiftly, since her body was still extra sensitive from the last orgasm. He cradled her against him as he thrust slow and long, then helped position her so she could take Master Varkov from the front.

  Master Varkov hooked his hands under her knees and spread her legs. She ached for his penis, but he teased her first, sliding his plump, purple glans up over her swollen clit. She moaned and begged him to fuck her, which earned her a slap to the clit from him. The clamp on this swelling bead of flesh made the sensation all the more intense, and the sting sliced through her core, making her scream out her need.

  She sighed when his cock drove deep into her. Her pussy squeezed his shaft, milking it, greedy for the bliss it promised. The two masters filled her completely and she rode a tidal wave of ecstasy as they thrust into her from front and back. Their penises created mind blowing pressure inside her g-spot, and she sailed higher and higher toward yet another climax.

  Master Lowe slipped an arm down her stomach, his fingers seeking the clamp that tormented her clit. He pinched and squeezed as he and Master Varkov fucked her. Her eyes rolled back in her head from the assault of sensation and she struggled to keep them open. She was close now. So close.

  Their bodies slapped together as the fucking grew more carnal. This, and their groans and moans of pleasure, were the only sounds in the room. She knew her masters were nearing climax too, and she clenched tight around them, urging them to come with her.

  “Not yet, mistress,” one of them growled in her ear. “Not until we tell you to. We’ll come together.”

  She bit her lip, fighting off the orgasm until she was given permission, but the impending release threatened to drive her mad. Finally one of her doms gave her the order to come hard, and she let this blinding bliss explode deep within her and ripple throughout her being. She was taken to another state of consciousness where she rode a wave of intense euphoria. Her masters spilled their seeds inside of her soon after.

  Sweaty and breathing heavy, her masters cradled her between them. She’d never felt so cherished, so worshipped. After they unfastened her wrists, she wrapped her arms around Master Varkov’s neck and nuzzled into him.

  “Thank you, master,” she managed, in a breathy voice.

  ***

  Chapter 13

  “So you liked the club?” Corey said the next evening, after Bekka walked over to the tattoo shop to wait for him to close up. She’d just shut her place for the night, but Corey stayed open late for clients.

  She bit her lip. “What do you think?” A blush heated her cheeks as she rummaged through the back room mini-fridge in search of some orange juice.

  “Judging by how many orgasm you had, I’d say yes.” He smirked. “Guess that means you want to join?”

  “You bet I do!” She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek soundly.

  “Hey, Corey.” Jamie walked in the back room. “Juanita’s here.”

  Corey gave a curious frown. “That’s funny. I wasn’t expecting her to drop by tonight.”

  Bekka shrugged. “Maybe she was just in the city.”

  Jamie moved back toward the beaded entrance. “She’s here with Wayne. Their RV’s parked out front.”

  Bekka and Corey shared a bewildered look then headed out front to see what his step-mom and her new boyfriend wanted.

  “Hey, you two!” Juanita waved from the front counter. In a tattoo chair to her right, Jamie worked on a girl who came in to get multi-colored stars inked across her clavicle.

  “Nice to see you kids again,” Wayne said, putting an arm around Juanita’s waist. He was a short man who wore a perpetual kind smile and had a bit of a paunch. His chestnut eyes sparkled behind thin rimmed glasses, like he had some secret to share.

  “What brings you two to Moncton tonight?” Corey leaned on the front counter.

  Juanita and Wayne shared a knowing look, like two kids who’d just gotten back from their honeymoon.

  “We’re taking off,” Juanita said cheerily. “In fact, we’re eloping. And then we’re going to drive Big Sally across Canada and through the States.” She hitched a thumb toward the behemoth motor home that was parked outside the shop.

  Bekka and Corey shared a bemused look.

  Juanita must’ve mistook this for disapproval, because she quickly added, “Hey, I’ll be out of your hair for months!” She beamed. “I hope you kids understand.” She glanced at Wayne. “This is something we’ve always wanted to do together, and we’ve finally saved up the cash.”

  “Of course,” Bekka said, giving her mother-in-law a big hug. “I’m so happy for you both!”

  Corey grinned wide. “I’m a little mad I won’t be invited to the wedding, but I’ll get over it.” He winked at his step-mom. “I’m really happy for you guys. Go enjoy yourself.”

  Juanita and Wayne hugged them tight, and when Jamie finished up he came over and shared in the good news and also exchanged hugs.

  “I expect pictures,” Bekka told the couple. “And bring us back some chocolate wedding
cake.”

  Juanita laughed then shared another tender gaze with Wayne. “Thanks, kids. It means a lot to us.”

  “You’re not the only one who’s got a surprise,” Corey said, crossing his arms over his chest.

  Bekka’s brow wrinkled in curiosity as she glanced at him. He briefly disappeared into the backroom then returned, holding a small, square velvet box. Her heart kicked it up a notch when she noticed this.

  Corey dropped to one knee in front of them all. He opened the box to reveal a ruby and diamond engagement ring. Bekka’s chest warmed and filled with love.

  “Bekka Olson, will you run away to Vegas with me and elope?” Corey’s grin spread from ear to ear.

  Juanita squealed in glee.

  Bekka’s eyes blurred with moisture and she giggle. “Yes, Corey, I’ll marry you again.”

  “I want pictures!” Juanita exclaimed, and they all shared a joyous laugh.

  ***

  Epilogue

  Vegas was a blast. They’d gotten married at the Hotter Than Hell Wedding Chapel by the Sinister Minister—a Gene Simmons lookalike in this Kiss themed shrine. Being that they were both big fans of classic hard rock, this was perfect. Corey and Bekka got their witness, a Paul Stanley impersonator, to take pictures with Corey’s smartphone and they posted them on Juanita’s Facebook.

  They booked themselves into an East Tower Suite at the LVH. Raiding the Rock Vault was there and this further tied into their love of old hard rock bands. Bekka asked her cousin Angie to come run the bookstore while they were gone, and Jamie took care of Corey’s tattoo shop.

  They only had two days left, and Bekka couldn’t believe how quickly this honeymoon sped by. Tonight, she had a special treat planned for Corey to celebrate their second marriage and their new life together.