by Becca Van
But she didn’t know how to deal with two Doms yet. Charlie was racking up the punishments tonight, and Barry was mentally rubbing his hands together. He couldn’t wait to get hold of that sensual little body, and from the way Turner’s cock was pushing against his jeans, neither could he.
Barry had watched Charlene avidly during the last few hours, hoping she would make some sort of infraction so he could punish her, but she hadn’t messed up once. He was glad when Turner had seen that she had been wearing panties and then ordered her to take them off in front of everyone. She had looked back at his business partner with such belligerence he knew Turner would add the attitude thing to her transgressions.
So far she had two punishments coming, and if she didn’t get her ass into gear and get her clothes off, she would add another to the list. She must have seen the determination in Turner’s eyes because all of a sudden she began working on the hooks and eyes down the front of the corset and released the closures one at a time. By the time the last hook was out, Barry was holding his breath, just waiting for another glimpse of her beautiful, bountiful breasts. With one hand she held the corset together over her breasts, but after taking a deep breath, she finally let one side go and pulled it from her body.
He nearly groaned out loud when he saw how hard her dusky, rose-colored nipples were. Her breasts looked swollen, and the turgid peaks looked like they were begging to be touched or sucked.
“Very good, little sub,” Turner praised. “Now the skirt.”
Barry took the corset from her hand and placed it on the chair near the door. He waited with bated breath for her to remove her skirt. This time he and Turner would get to see her pussy. Charlie had balked at removing her panties yesterday when she was being interviewed for the job, and rightly so. He didn’t want her doing anything she was too uncomfortable with and was glad that she had the backbone to let him or Turner know when she’d reached her limit. Her fingers fumbled with the zipper, but then she slowly began to lower it. When it was down as far as it would go, she pushed the fabric down over her hips and let the skirt pool on the floor.
“Pick it up and give it to Master Barry and then remove your shoes.” Turner stood watching Charlie without any expression at all. She kept giving him furtive glances as if trying to gauge his emotions. Turner had perfected the Dom stance and look, but he had known Turner for so long he knew his friend was just as eager to get his hands on Charlie as he was. She would have been able to see he was eager if she looked down at Turner’s crotch, too, but she was more intent on watching his eyes.
When Charlie bent over, he drew in a ragged gasp as her ass muscles flexed and he saw the bare, glistening lips of her pussy. Her thighs were also shiny with her juices. Barry wanted to walk over to her, grip her hips, spread her thighs apart, and bury his face between her legs. His muscles tautened as he gathered his control. Turner was leading this scene, and he was to follow. He would eventually have his time of control, but for now he was taking his prompts from his friend.
“Good girl.” Turner moved closer to her and ran his hands down from her upper arms until he wrapped them around her wrists. He began walking backward and led her over to the St. Andrew’s Cross, which was a large padded X shape that also had four points where a sub could be restrained by ankles and wrist.
“Step up, honey.” Turner held her hands until she was on the small platform and then gently pushed her forward until her front was against the padded cushioning of the cross. He lifted one hand and attached the restraint around her wrist and then nodded to Barry to see to the other one. Barry clasped the restraint around her and then ran his finger under the cuff, making sure that it wasn’t too tight. The last thing they wanted to do was cause problems with her circulation or for the leather to cut into her skin. The wide cuffs were lined with lamb’s wool for a sub’s protection. Together they secured her ankles with her legs spread wide apart.
Barry noticed the slight tremble in her body and quickly stood, bending so his head was close to hers.
“Are you all right, Charlie?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to use your safe word?”
“No,” she breathed out.
Barry ran a hand over her hair, down her back, and up again. She shivered, and goose bumps rose up on her skin. “You are such a pretty little sub. We are going to make you feel so good, baby.”
Barry stepped away when Turner moved closer to Charlie. He had a leather dildo flogger in his hand. The handle was a black gel tubular dildo, and the leather straps that protruded from the fake cock could be used as a flogger. It was ingenious device as both ends had their use.
Turner ran the leather straps over Charlie’s back, letting her feel the toy before he began to wield it. Once Charlie began to relax, he removed the flogger from her back and then flicked his wrist. The slapping noise made Charlie jerk. Though she tugged against the restraints, Barry knew she hadn’t felt any pain, because his friend hadn’t put much force in the hit. With every flick, Turner added more strength until the flogger began to leave pink marks on their sub’s back. He worked his way down until he was flogging her ass. Until that moment, Charlie hadn’t made a sound other than her panting breaths, but now she began to moan as the strands of leather connected with her buttocks and she pushed her hips up into the blows.
Barry’s cock jerked and pulsed, and his balls ached. He wanted to walk up behind her, release his hard dick from his constricting jeans, and ram his penis into her hot, wet pussy with one shove. He adjusted his aching erection and glanced up to see Turner smiling at him. The urge to touch her was too much, so he moved around the cross until he was standing in front of her. Her face was flushed with desire, her lips were plump and swollen, her eyes closed, and tears were running down her face.
“Wait.” Barry held his hand up to stop Turner striking her again. “What’s wrong, baby? Is the pain too much?”
“No,” she moaned. “It feels so good. God help me but it’s not enough.”
Using his hands, Barry wiped the moisture from her cheeks and then walked back over to the door, where Turner had dropped his equipment bag as they had entered the room. He grabbed a few tissues and the bottle of water sitting on the floor next to the bag. Barry walked back over to Charlie and held the tissues to her nose.
“Blow,” he ordered and was pleased when she obeyed without any hesitation. He then opened the bottle and held it to her lips, letting her quench her thirst. “Okay now?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Barry tilted her face and brushed his lips over hers. She whimpered when he licked the line of her lips, and she opened to give him access. He kissed her hungrily, hoping to quench some of the fire running through his blood, but it only made his desire flame hotter. He kept his eyes open and watched Turner move to stand behind Charlie. With a deft flick of his wrist, he flipped the flogger over and caught the base of the dildo. Barry slowed and stopped the kiss, and after stroking a finger over her cheek, made his way around her to stand next to Turner. He was just in time to see his friend run the tip of the fake cock through her dew-coated slit and then over her distended clit.
Charlie groaned and thrust her hips forward even more. Barry slapped one of her ass cheeks and then admired the pink handprint forming on her pale skin. Just as he smacked the other cheek, Turner began to push the dildo into her vagina. She mewled and moaned as Turner slowly but surely inserted the rubber into her cunt. When he reached bottom, he eased out until the tip of the cock was resting just inside her body. Charlie tilted her hips up again, trying to get Turner to shove the dildo in again, but he held still, waiting for her to stop moving. Barry gave her ass five swats in quick succession, showing his dominance over her, and she immediately lowered her lower body back to the cross.
“Good sub,” he said loud enough for her to hear. “You will learn that we control your pleasure, Charlie. Not you. We’ll give you what you need but only if you don’t try and take that power from us.”
; “Please.” She spoke so softly that she almost whispered, desperation evident in her voice. “I need more.”
Turner mustn’t have been able to hold his desire back because he relented and rammed the dildo into her to the hilt. Charlie cried out and gasped as he pulled it back out again. With increasing speed, Turner shuttled that fake cock in and out of her pussy until she was keening and her body began to shake. The force of Turner’s thrusts looked almost violent, but not once did their woman’s cries sound as if she was in pain. She pushed her forehead into the cushioned St. Andrew’s Cross as she screamed with pleasure. Barry slid his gaze back to between her legs, where cream was dripping from her pussy as her vagina contracted and released around the rubber phallus. Her anus was pulsing, opening and closing, giving him and Turner a peek of her sexy rosette.
Barry sat down on the platform between her feet, so that he was facing Turner, and then bent down so he could scoot between her legs. He had trouble getting his shoulders in through the X of the cross, but he persisted and half turned until one shoulder was through. He was in the prime position for what he wanted. Her pussy was just below the middle of the X and accessible to him if he leaned forward slightly. Using his thumbs, he separated her labia, and opening his mouth over the top of her slit, he began licking and nibbling on her clit.
Turner withdrew the dildo from her pussy, and Barry slid his tongue through her drenched folds and sucked her delectable cream into his mouth.
“She tastes nice and sweet, doesn’t she, Master Barry?”
“Hmm-mmm.”
“Listen to the little sounds our sub makes while we are pleasuring her.” Master Turner moved closer to him and their woman. “I can’t wait to make love to our sub. Would you like that, Charlene?”
“Oh God,” she cried when Barry sucked her clit into his mouth, suckling on the sensitive bundle of nerves gently but firmly.
Smack. “I asked you a question, sub. I expect an answer,” Turner stated coldly.
“Yes. Please, now.”
Smack. “You don’t give the orders here, Charlene. We do. I expect you to keep quiet unless I ask you a direct question. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Master Turner.”
“What a good sub. Very nice, honey. I like it when you speak to me with respect. I think I’ll have to reward you, Charlene.”
Barry gave one last slurping suck and lick to Charlie’s pussy and then slid out from beneath her. Master Turner was already undoing her ankle restraints, so he began to work free the ones around her wrists. Turner wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against his body as her legs wobbled and threatened to give out, and then he picked her up and carried her over to the spanking bench.
The spanking bench was waist high and would place a sub in the perfect position for a spanking with their ass tilted up slightly for ease of access, but it was also the optimum position for a Dom to fuck her from behind while she sucked off another.
Turner lowered her to the ground and helped her into position. This time only her legs were to be restrained. Until they ascertained what her hard limits were, they didn’t want her to become scared.
“Spread your legs, Charlene.”
Charlie complied quickly with Turner’s command, and then he restrained one leg with the softly lined ankle cuff while Turner did the other. Barry moved around to the front of the bench and began to remove his clothes. He watched Charlie watch him, pleased to see her eyes glaze over with desire. Her gaze roved over his body, homing in on the waistband of his jeans as he opened them and lowered the zipper. She licked her lips as he slowly eased his pants down over his hips, toeing his shoes off at the same time and kicking them aside. When he stood before her totally naked, he let her look her fill.
Turner moved up behind her, blanketing her body with his naked frame when he knelt on the padded cushion between her legs. “Do you like what you see, Charlene? Does seeing Master Barry’s hard cock make you wet? Do you want to have a cock fucking your hot little pussy?”
“Yes!”
Turner yanked on her hair but not enough to hurt her and barked out. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Master.”
“What are you answering yes to, little sub?”
“All of it.” Charlie nearly yelled her answer.
“Good girl, Charlene. I like it when my sub is honest.”
Barry grabbed the base of his erection and brushed the head of his cock over Charlie’s lips. She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue across the top, no doubt tasting the pre-cum leaking from his tip. He grasped her hair and pushed inside her moist cavern. At the same time, Turner, having donned a condom, began to penetrate her pussy. The moan she hummed around his cock reverberated up and down his shaft, heightening his pleasure. As he withdrew to the tip, she hollowed her cheeks and suctioned firmly, creating a wet, pleasurable friction on his hard cock. Then she swirled her tongue around the head of his dick and laved the underside.
She reached out to take his cock into her hand but stopped when Turner slapped her ass. “Put your hands back on the side of the bench, sub,” he gasped between breaths, “or we’ll have to restrain you.”
Charlie placed her hands back on the sides of the padded cushion and gripped it so hard her knuckles turned white. Barry held back his smile then shifted his gaze back to her mouth to watch his cock sliding in and out between her lips. The sound of flesh slapping flesh prompted him to look over to Turner, and he saw sweat beaded on his friend’s face as he fucked Charlie from behind at a rapid pace. If he hadn’t seen it before, he would have thought Turner was being tortured by the look on his face rather than being pleasured.
“Do you like having my cock in your mouth and Turner’s in your pussy, Charlie?”
“Mmm,” she agreed on a hum.
“Fuck! Your mouth feels so good, baby. I’m going to move faster. If you can’t handle what I do or don’t like it, just lift your right hand. Okay?”
“Mmm.”
Barry increased the pace of his thrusting while holding her head still with a hand in her hair. She began to hum continually, and the noises she made grew louder, unconsciously or maybe consciously letting them know she was getting close to climax. Turner gripped one of her hips firmly and then he moved the other hand down between her legs. He didn’t have to see what his friend was doing to know that he was thrumming her clit.
Her humming turned to gasping cries, and just in time, too. Barry’s balls were trying to crawl up into his body as the tingling warmth at the base of his spine spread around to his crotch. It wouldn’t do for him to come before their woman.
Just as he thought he was going to go over first, Turner did something to make her scream. The sound was muffled as Barry shoved his cock into the back of her throat and he watched her right hand in case he was giving her more than she could handle. But her hand remained still, and she swallowed around the tip of his cock. That was all it took. Fire enveloped his balls and traveled up his shaft, expanding his size slightly, and then he was shooting from the tip. He roared her name as ropes of cum erupted from his dick. His climax was so strong his muscles quivered and his legs shook.
Turner’s yell joined his, and he froze behind Charlie, emptying his jism into the condom. When Barry’s cock stopped jerking and he felt as if his balls had turned inside out as they’d emptied, he slowly withdrew from her mouth as Turner eased from her pussy.
He rushed to Charlie and uncuffed her. Turner got rid of the condom and went to dress, but since Barry had a head start, he was fully clothed first. He lifted her into his arms and held her tight. She was shaking and snuggled her face into his chest. When Turner had finished pulling his clothes on, they helped her put her skirt and corset back on and then Barry lifted her again.
He carried her from the room while Turner stayed back to clean the equipment. Barry settled onto one of the semi-secluded sofas and cuddled Charlie until her shaking slowed and then finally sto
pped. Master Turner sat down next to them and lifted Charlie’s feet to his lap, caressing up and down her shins and lower thighs, soothing her down from her climactic high.
After about fifteen minutes, Charlie shifted on his lap, and he knew she was back with them once more. It always amazed him how deeply flogging, spanking, and then making love affected a sub’s equilibrium, but he figured it was an erotic high, the same as a Dom experienced from being in control of a sub’s pleasure. Adrenaline and endorphins mixed with pleasure and pain was a powerful thing.
Barry wanted to keep her in his arms. Charlie felt so right, her weight comforting against his body. He’d never felt like this before, and from the way Turner was watching her and touching her, he hadn’t either. She felt like home, and he intended to do everything he could to keep her in his bed and hopefully end up in her heart. He knew it was quick to have such feelings about a woman he had only met the previous day, but he was thirty-three years old and had enough experience to know when something felt right.
Charlene was a mix of innocence and sexual wantonness, wrapped up in a soft, warm, beautiful package. He couldn’t wait until she really let go. Though he and Turner had tapped into her passionate side tonight, he knew there was more.
What gave him pause and worried him the most was the way the unattached Doms had been watching her so avidly. And they still were. He could feel their eyes on them, on her, from their positions at the bar and other seating areas around the room. Some Doms only played with subs once and moved on to another as they either weren’t ready to settle down as yet or hadn’t quite found what they were looking for in the subs they enacted scenes with.