by Simone Leigh
…. the anticipation of the unknown….
Michael produces the red silk blindfold he brought along for her. Looking puzzled but relaxed, she allows him to tie it around her head and snugly over her eyes, taking some care not to smear her heavy mascara.
That flush is rising up your neck again….
And I think your face is blushing too….
…. Yes, this is pressing your buttons….
…. Perhaps you are a Sub…?
“Not too tight?” asks Michael.
“No, fine.”
She’s a bit wobbly on her feet. Michael eye-points me to take one of her arms while he takes the other.
“Just walk slowly,” I say. “Don’t worry. We won’t let you fall.”
She walks uncertainly between us as we lead her in and down into the cellars. At the sound of voices ahead, she reacts, snuffing the air at cigar smoke and alcohol. But she’s not scared.
Suddenly, her aroma billows up and around, and I meet eyes with Michael as we both scent her arousal.
…. Wet already, Green Eyes?
As we stand in the door, the group turns to face us, falling silent. They’re all there; Chad, Jack, and all the others.
Greg steps up, arching his brows at me as he gets a look at our blind-folded red-haired beauty, standing between us, panting slightly, her lips parted and a sheen of perspiration over her forehead.
“Good evening, James. Good evening, Michael.” He takes her hand, raising it to his lips to kiss it. “And good evening, Charlotte. Thank you for coming. You look beautiful.”
Looking first at me and Michael, “Would you like something to help you relax, Charlotte? Cognac perhaps? Although we probably have anything else you are likely to ask for?”
Her voice a little shaky, “Cognac would be lovely. Thank you.”
You are nervous, aren’t you….
…. You’ll be fine….
“Of course. Michael, James, take the Lady to a chair. Let her be comfortable for a few minutes while we gather everyone together.”
Buzz and Eliot step forward, each taking her by an arm, leading her to a seat. Her head swings uncertainly as they do so….
…. Worried that it’s not me and Michael?
…. We’re not far away….
…. but she sits, accepting the cognac being pressed into her hand.
Michael is looking around the group. “Ten!” he hisses at me. “Ten of them? What the fuck are you expecting of her?”
…. Calm him down….
…. His instinct is always to over-protect….
“I’m expecting that she is going to rise to the challenge, probably enjoy herself because, as we have both learned, she loves to fuck, and in the process, she will earn herself a great deal of money.”
“How many women can handle ten?” Michael’s voice is low, but demanding, insistent. He’s not happy with me. “Even seasoned players would hesitate at that, and she’s….”
…. Have I overdone it…?
“…. she’s going to be fine,” I finish for him. “And you and I are close by to make sure things don’t get out of hand. Besides, I made it understood that if she’s not up to it, they might not all get a turn.”
Michael flashes me an angry look. “You might have explained that to them. They might even have agreed, but having got this far, they’ll be pissed if they don’t get a go at her….”
She’s finished her brandy….
…. You’re not supposed to drink it like lemonade Green Eyes…
Then I take a closer look at her. She’s looking relaxed, even expectant.
…. It’s done you good though….
I nod Michael towards her. “You and I will take her across. I think you’ll be happier, won’t you, if you can talk to her, know she’s okay?”
He nods curtly, then walks over to whisper something to her. Taking her by an elbow, he helps her stand. I take her other arm, so we can walk her together to the Saint Andrew’s cross. She leans in towards me….
…. That’s right…. You can trust me….
Michael fits cuffs to her then, positioning her to the frame, snaps the cuffs into place, spreading her arms by the wrists.
At floor level, Greg is running his eyes over her, mentally undressing her I would say. He smiles as he fits cuffs to her ankles then eases them apart.
Her breathing’s speeding up, her chest beginning to heave.
She’s enjoying it….
Greg, her ankles firmly restrained and properly spread, is snuffing at her. He stands, opening his mouth over hers as he delves fingers into the folds of the wraparound skirt. She’s quivering as he says “Oh yes, Gentlemen. She’s wet already.”
…. That’s my Girl….
“Happy?” I murmur to Michael.
His tones are measured, but, “Yes, she’s fine. I’m happy.”
I watch him carefully from the corner of my eye, trying not to be obvious about it. His pupils are dilated, and his breathing is heavy. Whatever his misgivings, Michael is enjoying this as much I am.
“Good. Let’s move on.” I nod across to Greg.
“Now then, Gentlemen,” he announces. “You know the rules. Aces high or low. The pot goes to the Lady….”
…. Charlotte’s head jerks up….
“…. The winner of each hand has ten minutes of the next…. event…. with her.”
The group gathers around the table, Greg dealing the cards. In the echoing walls of the chamber, the sound is magnified, carrying across, where blindfold and trembling, Charlotte’s head twitches with every sound; the swish of cards on the table, the click of chips going down….
…. The pleasures of anticipation….
…. I knew you’d take pleasure in this, Jade….
And the voices….
“Deal.”
“Deal.”
“Twenty-one!”
At the words, Charlotte, stretched and spread on the cross, jerks, her body quivering.
You’re going to be so ready for them when they finally fuck you….
…. All of them….
It’s Carl who won the hand and he’s grinning as he crosses the floor to her, his footsteps echoing as he approaches her.
“Hi,” she says.
Her speech is quiet but nonetheless, carries through the room. Carl turns to me, a question in his eye. I shake my head and he smiles as he presses a finger to her lips.
…. They understand the Game, even if she doesn’t….
…. yet….
He runs hands over her, outlining her with his palms. Her chest is heaving, her breathing deep and rapid, mouth open to gulp at the air. And looking around the group, gathered around to watch the performance, every one of them is beginning to bulge….
…. If you’re happy to do this Jade, I’ll take you through college on an easy ride….
….. as Carl pulls pins from her hair, releasing it to cascade down around her in a fiery flow.
And as he does so, a shudder ripples through her….
I catch Michael's eye, and now he grins back at me, watching her reaction to expectation overload….
…. You can see it too, can’t you….
Carl brushes the sea of hair back over her shoulders, then reaches around to unfasten the halter of her blouse. Again, I instructed her to wear this, knowing what the effect would be as it was removed.
Released, it drops to hang loosely over her. She’s saying something to him, too quietly for it to carry, but he reacts, fastening his mouth over hers, squeezing and nipping at her breasts. And as he kisses her, she’s kissing back, so far as she can in her restrained position.
Carl’s pressed against her, unbuttoning the front of her blouse to release her tits. Freed, they swing heavily and a little pendulous….
…. Gods, but you’re beautiful….
…. As the blouse comes away entirely, he stoops to suck at her nipples, already hard.
She looks fucking fantastic; naked from the
I glance at Michael, mesmerised as he watches her, his pants straining at the front.
For that matter…. Jeez…. but this is an uncomfortable fit….
And now, she’s moaning as he sucks at one tit, kneads the other
…. Oh, yes…. she’s happy….
The group are getting restless, unsettled. This one’s gone on for long enough; it’s someone else’s turn….
“Time!” shouts Greg
They sit to play another hand. Again, Greg deals. As they play, I stand by Michael.
“You happy she’s alright so far?”
He smiles. “Yup, lapping it up so far I’d say. But they haven’t started on her yet.”
“No, of course. But we’ll keep it under control.” Then glancing sideways at him. “Enjoying the show?”
He takes a deep breath. “Oh, fuck me, yes. I’m gonna bust my zip soon.”
I chuckle, then return my attention to the game, just in time to catch….
“Twenty-one!”
This time it’s Billy Mandleby who’s won the hand. He stands quickly, striding across to Charlotte, followed by the group, who gather close to watch.
Michael mutters from beside me, “Better keep an eye on this one. He gets rough with the girls sometimes.”
“I know. I’m watching.”
He grabs her by the waist, pulling her in, arching her spine. She gasps, and for a moment her weight drops to her wrists, and I sense Michael about to step in. “Give it a minute,” I say quietly. “Let’s see if she can handle it.”
Billy’s got his mouth around a nipple, sucking and tugging hard at it. One hand is on the other nipple whilst his spare hand works inside her skirt. He’s being far from gentle with her, but still she seems fine and Michael relaxes.
Although she’s still wearing the skirt, the movements of his hand are clearly visible through the thin fabric, and as he works his fingers into her crotch he grunts. It’s a satisfied kind of sound….
…. is she very wet?
He pulls away to concentrate on removing the skirt, fumbles with the fastening and then impatiently, simply tugs it away from her. As it rips off, the button at the back ricochets off the wall with a pop.
…. Don’t panic, Jade Eyes. There’s plenty here to protect you….
Again, Michael reacts, leaning forward, ready to step in, but, “Calm down.” I say quietly. “She’s alright. Let her deal with it.”
And as the skirt comes away, it is very clear that she’s fine….
…. Might as well not have bothered with the panties….
“Jeez…,” mutters Michael.
“She’s soaked. Look!” says some other voice, loudly reverberating around the room.
I told her to wear red silk panties, mainly because I thought they suited her, but now the brilliant scarlet fabric is stained dark all around the crotch…
“…. that must be really uncomfortable,” comments Michael.
“Still think you’ve got anything to worry about?”
He shrugs, looking bemused. “Not right now, no. She’s seriously aroused….”
Whoever the other speaker was, he’s being shushed by everyone. They’re enjoying the view. Billy is standing back to display her to them. Now only in stockings, a heavy collar-type necklace at her throat and the useless panties, with the X-cross displaying her in best ‘fuck-me’ stance
…. I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you shriek in a while….
He’s fingering her, his hand slipped inside her crotch, rubbing her through the sodden silk, and as her moans grow louder, she’s arching into his touch….
You really want someone inside you now, don’t you….
But just as he slips fingers inside the panties, Greg calls ‘Time’.
Billy scowls, but backs off, taking his place at the table again with the others, leaving Charlotte, blind and shuddering.
As the Game resumes, “How are you doing?” murmurs Michael to me, looking at her.
“If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to shoot in my pants,” I mutter.
He laughs low. “Mmmm…. know what you mean…. Look, her thighs are wet….”
“I had noticed, yes.”
The cards are slapping down on the table, counters rattling across the surface, and at every sound, Charlotte quakes and shivers. She’s slick with sweat, gasping for breath and her hips are juddering.
“Deal.”
Slap.
“Deal.”
Slap
“Deal”
Slap. “Damn.”
“Deal.”
Slap.
“Deal.”
“Twenty-one!”
And at the words, she jerks on the frame….
…. Anticipation working its magic….
The group rise as one, Paul being the winner this time. He looks pleased, really pleased. Of course, he was keen to join in, having called me twice to be sure I’d included him in the event. He bid for her at the auction, but the prices were too rich for him.
He’s alright, a good man. If he had been her buyer, she would still have had a good week. A thorough-going Dom, he’s another who likes to take a woman to the edges of what she can handle, but not beyond.
He kisses her, hard, forcing her mouth open with his, then drops and bites at a nipple, hard enough to make her yelp.
He knows the power of anticipation too, and how to make a woman wait. I enjoy watching his technique as he hovers his mouth over her belly, warming her with his breath before dropping lower to her crotch. And he’s teasing her with his fingers too, stroking her thighs without actually dipping into her sex.
Her moans are loud now, her body all but out of control.
“Oh God, please. Please….”
He smiles and looks back at me, and I nod him permission before he slides fingers inside her panties. From the look of things, he’s playing with her clit, working her up still further, but finally, her pulls the sopping fabric to one side and presses in with his face….
….. and she screams….
He’s tonguing at her, but finger-fucking too, the movement getting harder as we watch. Charlotte is wailing and howling, writhing against her restraints, and every man in the room is flushed and ready to go.
Someone says “I think the Lady is ready for a little more attention, don’t you think, Gentlemen? I would say she needs a good fucking to ease the strain. Probably several good fuckings. What do you say?”
That’s the Game over….
…. this is where it starts….
Time to take charge….
Michael and I exchange nods, quickly stripping off…. He has as much trouble as I do removing his pants, struggling to release his straining cock.
Ye gods, but that feels better….
Paul drops down, wiping his mouth, then unbuckles her ankle cuffs. Other hands unshackle her arms from the cross but leave the cuffs on her wrists….
Paul tugs at her blindfold, but then, someone…. “No, leave that for now. She’s enjoying the mystery.”
Who was that?
I can’t pick out the speaker, but he’s right. The blindfold is working for her, as I hoped and intended, making the whole experience more intense.
So, still blind, she’s guided by her cuffed hands, supported at the waist.
“Get those pants off her.”
Again, I can’t see the speaker, but now several pairs of hands strip away the soaked and stained satin, and as it comes away, juices trickle down her thighs.
“Bend her over.”
“No, on her back.”
“Ask her what she wants.”
…. No….
“Not her choice now,” I say. We have got all evening. Everyone will get a turn. Bend her over.”
Once more, Michael’s eyes meet mine as she is pushed forward and down over a bench, her feet forced apart. He steps in behind her, his hand reaches between her legs from the rear.
I stand in front of her. The others are undressing. Quickly I do the same, pulling off my shirt….
…. then unzip to push my cock at her lips.
*****
Michael
It’s starting….
James and I exchange nods. I undress, and the pair of us move in to take our places close by her. Nodding around the group, he backs them off from her and they wait in the background.
He offers his cock to her mouth, brushing against her lips as I finger her from behind….
…. you’re drenched….
…. and you really want to be fucked….
James' voice is quiet, enough so that the others probably can’t hear him.
“Are you alright, Charlotte? You can handle this?”
“Yes, Master. I’m fine.” She’s reaching forward, wrapping her mouth around him. lapping at where he’s already seeping. As she does so, he rolls his eyes skywards, visibly hanging on to his control. As he lowers his gaze again, our eyes meet, and we grin.
You’re alright, Babe….
Let’s keep you simmering, eh….
As James talks to her, I entertain myself playing with her pussy lips. Her folds are swollen, hot and slick, running with juices that flow into her curls and lave the pale skin of her inner thighs.
“That’s Michael behind you right now,” continues James, his voice low, “but it’s going to be all of them. You’re okay with that?”
She’s got his cock in her mouth, sucking on it like a kid with a popsicle. It might not be the most expert blowjob ever delivered, but her sheer gusto for it is a delight….
But she has to break away to reply. “Yes, Master. I’m fine with that. I…. I… want…”
Ah, Babe…. you want it badly, don’t you….
I work her a bit harder, tickling into her pussy, swiping circles around the inner muscles, giving her mini-fucks with my fingers. All the while she twitches and clenches around me, her flow hot over my skin….
Should I say it?
Yes, while she’s this aroused, yes….
I lean forward over her, pressing my body to her, my face close by hers, all the while toying with her cunt, keeping her going….
In her spread and bending position, I can see everything I want to, her ass displayed for me.
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