Soon, the only sound in the yard was the slapping of flesh against flesh. The eggs vibrated inside her and Lucy knew that she could have another mind-blowing orgasm at any second. She held back, though, trying to concentrate on anything but the pressure building on her clit.
“You like?” His voice was gruff, and Lucy knew that he, too, was on the edge.
“Yes, Master. Yes. More. More. More. I want all of you.”
“The eggs stimulate me too. Feel so very good. You know what feels better than the eggs, though?”
“What, Master?”
“Being buried in your tight ass.” He thrust a few more times, then roared out as he came, bucking into her harder and harder.
“Come, Vix. Come with me.”
He turned the eggs up higher, his roar turning into a growl and Lucy came, tightening herself around him as she shattered.
“Master!”
“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He licked his tongue up her back, then pulled her hair back, his look almost feral as he gazed into her own.
“Who do you belong to?” The harsh tone of his voice made her shiver in delight.
“You, Master. Only you.”
His lips claimed hers in a harsh kiss. She could still feel his cock, buried deep in her ass, the eggs vibrating around it.
He pulled away from her long enough to take the eggs from her body.
“Take these inside to the bathroom,” he said softly. “There’s cleaner there. Then come and meet me at the hot tub.”
She quickly did his bidding, running back to the yard to sink into the water.
He held out his arms. “Come here.”
Once they were cradled together, he sighed. “We can’t stay too long. It wouldn’t be good if we fell asleep this way.”
“Imagine the headlines, ‘Sated couple drowns in tub.’”
He laughed. “‘Coroner says he can’t wipe smiles off their faces.’”
“He’d be right,” Lucy said. “I don’t think the smile will ever leave my face.”
She sighed when he caressed her breasts.
“Mine either, Vix.”
She was almost asleep when she felt him shift behind her. She sat up and he got out of the tub, holding out his hand to help her over the side.
When he reached down and gathered her in his arms, she said, “No, I’m too heavy…” The words slipping from her before she slapped her hand over her mouth.
“Hmm. Five marks already. This little punishment could get interesting.”
He carried her to the bedroom where they found Scarlet and Rhett curled on her pillow.
“Great,” Lake said. “They need their own bedroom.”
He sat her on the bed and she shooed them away. Seconds later she was cradled in his arms again. She felt his body relax against her own and she sighed.
Chapter Eighteen
“So Alan surrendered?” Lucy shifted her weight behind Lake as he piloted the Indian back toward Chama.
Eric, riding his own Harley this time, glanced at them.
“Yup. He insists, however, that he had nothing to do with Craig’s death, or the attack on you. He’s adamant that Rodney killed Craig without his knowledge, and he “approved” the burglary because Rodney said he could find the evidence and get it back.”
“He didn’t know that Craig was smarter than him,” Lucy said, smiling.
“Much smarter,” Lake replied.
“But, Alan’s smart enough to be out on bond,” Lucy said, her smile disappearing.
“Only because he agreed to testify against Rodney,” Eric said. “Plea bargains are very good things. We’ll get Rodney for Craig’s murder, and he’ll go away for life.”
“I love the sound of that,” Lucy replied.
“I like the sound of you moaning,” Lake replied with a laugh. “You should have heard her last night, Eric. ‘Master, oh Master, more. Oh, please!’”
He’d raised his voice to a falsetto and Lucy gently slapped his shoulder.
“Watch it, Vixen,” Lake said. “You’ll earn yourself a punishment.”
Eric laughed. “I think she earned about twenty of them with the car stunt. If you give her too many more, she’ll never get out of the doghouse.”
“Mind your own business, Eric,” Lucy said with a growl.
Both men laughed, and Lucy felt warmth spread through her body. Alan was being charged, even if Rodney couldn’t be found. Fred was being released to go home on Monday, and she and Lake had finished moving all her personal items over to his house.
He told her that they would soon have a collaring ceremony to bind her to him, and her new home.
Right now she was wearing a beautiful gold choker that Destiney had made for her. It was inlaid with lapis and had a charm on it with entwined Ls. Many people had already complimented her on the new jewelry. Only a few of them knew what it signified.
One of those people was Margaret, who alternated between being pissed because Lucy had not let her know what was happening, to being thrilled that Lucy was binding herself to Lake.
“I knew you two would be perfect together,” she’d said. “But you’re a bitch for not calling me about the break-in, or anything else. I hate you sometimes.”
Lucy hugged Lake closer to her, wishing she could get her lips close to his neck. The vibrations from the motorcycle were sending sweet tendrils of pleasure through her body.
“Master, I need to fuck.”
“See, Eric. Sometimes, she thinks she’s in control.”
“Well, maybe to punish her, you shouldn’t fuck her tonight.”
“Excellent idea. A perfect punishment.”
“That punishes you too!” Lucy could hear the childishness in her own voice.
“Not necessarily,” Lake replied. “You’ve got a great mouth, too.”
Eric’s evil laugh sent chills up Lucy’s spine.
“You wouldn’t. Master! Please!”
“Begging already,” Lake said. “Don’t you love it?”
Lucy straightened her shoulders as the two men continued to laugh. “You won’t refuse to fuck me. You can’t go without it any more than I can.”
“We’ll see, Vixen, we’ll see.”
They made their usual stop at a convenience store outside Española. Lucy went inside to buy drinks and snacks while the men topped off the gas tanks. Then, they drove ten miles up the road to a rest station.
The picnic table they chose sat several yards off the road, and once they were off the bikes, Lake patted a section of the table.
“Sit here, Vixen. Keep your ass right on the edge.”
Once she was seated, Lake opened a package of potato chips, ate one, and then held one out for her. She opened her mouth and he placed it inside. She’d come to love being fed by him. It made her feel warm and wanted. They went through the bag together while Eric sat with his legs stretched out on the long bench, watching them in amusement.
“When we get to the house, the first thing you’re going to do is strip,” Lake said. “You’re not allowed to wear a stitch of clothing the whole time we’re there. There’s a table on the deck. You’ll go and lie down on it, spread eagle, and wait for further instructions.”
“Outside? In the daylight?”
“Are you arguing with me?”
“No, Master.”
“Good. I don’t want to have to repeat myself. And just so you know, you’ll go twenty-four hours without fucking the day we get back, as punishment for your little order back there.”
“I wasn’t ordering. I was stating a fact.”
“Forty-eight.” Lake took a pull off a soft drink.
“Master!”
“Seventy. Would you like to try for more?”
“No.” Lucy pouted.
“Good. Behave yourself and I might consider knocking some time off the sentence.”
He held the bottle up to her mouth and she took a long drink.
“Let’s go,” Eric said. “We’re burning daylight and my cock’s
hard now.”
“Mine too,” Lake said. “Goes along with someone’s wet pussy. Is your pussy wet, Lucy?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Keep it that way. Make sure you keep pressure on your clit. Enough to keep you wet, but not coming. I like the idea that my little bitch-rider’s wet for me.”
She grinned. “I’m always wet for you, Master.”
“Hurry up!” Eric yelled. “Too much teasing gives a guy blue balls.”
“You? What about me? I’m the one who has to stay wet.”
“I know,” Eric said. “That idea is keeping me hard.”
“Me too.” Lake said. “Let’s go, let’s go. And remember, Lucy. Start stripping the minute you get off the bike.”
“Yes, Master.”
* * * * *
The wooden table felt cold under Lucy’s behind. It was round, and her feet dangled off, her legs spread wide. The sun was starting to set, and the air was turning colder. The breeze cooled her hardened nipples, and her aroused pussy. She wanted to beg for attention, but she knew better.
Lake would be angry with her if she did. The men were carrying in supplies that they’d brought. She wondered if she’d get to wear any clothes while they were here, or if Lake would keep her naked.
She didn’t care either way. As long as they were together, she was happy. She tried to decide how long she’d been on the table. It seemed like hours, but from the way darkness had come, she’d say it was more like an hour.
Her body was totally cooled now. As a matter of fact, she was downright cold. She’d just thought about complaining when Lake came outside and caressed her thigh.
“Good. Follow me, Vixen.”
Lucy followed Lake through the house. When they reached a staircase that went down, she frowned.
“Where are we going?”
“To the dungeon.”
Once down the stairs, Lake opened the door and she saw that he wasn’t kidding. They were in a true BDSM dungeon. Candles provided illumination and Lucy made out a St. Andrew’s Cross, and a wall featuring numerous floggers, crops, and what even looked like a whip.
“Whose house is this?”
“Diego’s,” Eric said. “He has some fetishes. Bondage. Whipping. He’s even pierced his cock.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“Yeah,” Eric said. “I watched him take a sub one time, in every possible way, if you get my drift. The woman loved it.”
“On the table, Lucy,” Lake said.
She lay down and put her arms out to her side.
“Very good,” Lake said. “What we’re going to do tonight is very intense. Some consider it edge play. This shows the ultimate in trust, especially when you have more than one Dom.”
Lucy’s breathing increased when Eric passed Lake a long, white candle.
“Ever played with wax?” Lake’s voice was deep with arousal.
“No, Master.”
“Relax, take deep breaths. You have to trust me, Lucy. Trust us. Just relax.”
Lucy wanted to shut her eyes, but she couldn’t take them off the candle in Lake’s hand. Several times he tipped it, as if to drop wax on her body. She’d tense up, and just when she thought he would pour the hot liquid on her, he’d pull back.
After three attempts at that, she thought that maybe, just maybe, he intended to just tease her with it. Then, the next time he tipped, and the hot liquid landed on her stomach.
She hissed and twisted at the same time Eric dripped wax onto her nipples, alternating between the two.
The pain was intense and quick, not enough to burn her, but enough to provide a heated sensation that shot straight to her clit. She wanted to beg for more as both of her Doms set the blunt edge of the candle on her stomach and caressed her gently.
Then, Eric took Lake’s candle, and Lake crossed to the top of the table. He covered Lucy’s eyes with a blindfold.
“Master.”
“You’re our canvas,” Lake said. “We’re going to draw whatever we want. The blindfold just takes it to a different level. You won’t know where the wax is going to hit now that you can’t watch the candle. The sensations will be much more intense.”
Lake caressed her temples as Eric poured the wax on her stomach and breasts, moving around her body as she moaned and wiggled.
It was erotic and it felt fabulous. When they started to peel the wax off, the sensations increased, her heated skin coming into contact with the cold air in the room.
“Lake. Master.” The words came out as soft moans.
“Hush,” he said. “We’re not anywhere near done.”
When her body was free of wax, they both moved away. Lucy felt an immediate sense of loss, both physically and mentally. She could hear them talking lowly so she knew they were still in the room.
Then, after what seemed an eternity, she could feel them both on either side of her. They started as a team, dripping wax in lines around her nipples and breasts, and then down to her pussy. This wax was hotter, more intense, and Lucy couldn’t help the cry of disbelief that came from her lips.
“Different types of candles have different melting points,” Lake said.
“We used plain paraffin at first,” Eric said. “This candle, a votive, is about five degrees higher. More sensations.”
“More pain,” Lucy said.
“Relax,” Lake replied. “Remember I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally. We know what we’re doing, baby.”
The wax dripped onto her pussy from both sides and Lucy bucked against it, inadvertently opening her legs wider so that the wax trickled down her slit. She moaned and thrashed, but noticed that Lake didn’t rebuke her. They trailed the warm liquid over her stomach in alternating lines, and Lucy thought she might come at any moment.
They moved up and down her body, concentrating on her torso until the wax felt like an extra layer of heavy skin, encasing her breasts, pussy, and stomach.
This time when Eric peeled the wax off, he didn’t use his fingers. She felt the cold of metal against her skin and she gasped.
“Relax,” Lake said. “It’s just a butter knife. Cold against hot. Do you like it, baby?”
“Yes.” Had that word just come out of her mouth?
“You’ve been such a good girl.” Lake leaned down and suckled a nipple while Eric peeled the wax from her pussy. “Would you like to come now?”
He peeled the blindfold back and smiled down at her.
“Yes.” She moaned when he took the other nipple into his mouth. “Yes,” Lucy said. “Yes.” Too many different sensations were hitting her body at one time. Hot and cold, desire and anxiety. It was a buffet of feelings that she didn’t quite know how to handle.
“Too much,” she whispered, even as her body screamed for more.
“Shush,” Lake said. “Deep breaths. Relax.”
She melted into the table under her as both began to massage her body, which still tingled from the heat of the wax.
She groaned when Eric straddled her face, his huge cock in his hand. She looked at Lake, who smiled and nodded. She put her hands on either side of Eric’s hips as he went onto all fours, giving her better access to take him into her mouth, sucking him down and loving the sounds that her ministrations produced.
Lucy closed her eyes and concentrated on his cock. He tasted warm and salty, manly. His cock was not as full as Lake’s, but it still felt wonderful, erotic. Eric ran his fingers over her stomach and she sucked harder.
She’d just gotten into an easy rhythm when she felt Lake’s tongue against her clit. He gently jabbed at it first, barely touching the hard nub before pulling back, over and over and over.
“Clit tease,” Eric laughed.
“Yum,” Lake replied. “So very tasty.”
Lucy wanted to beg for more, but Eric continued to fuck her mouth. But, when Lake lifted her slave ring with his tongue she groaned deep in her throat. He pulled harder and she felt like she would die. The pressure and pleasure wa
s incredible, and Eric didn’t let up. He continued to pump her mouth as Lake let go of the ring and began to circle her clit with his tongue.
He laved at it, the cock in her mouth keeping her from voicing her approval. When he moved down and stabbed her opening with his tongue, Lucy sucked harder on Eric.
Seconds later, Lake replaced his tongue with his cock, and Eric leaned down. His tongue began to bathe her clit, sucking her ring into his mouth the same way she was sucking on his cock. Lake pounded into her, and the twin sensations of sucking and fucking almost drove her over the edge.
Lucy loved the erotic sensations that raced through her body. She’d been part of a ménage à trois before, but never anything that had made her feel so fantastic, both inside and out. The things she’d done with Brandon had always left her feeling used, and somewhat degraded.
With Lake and Eric, she felt needed, and loved. Light and airy. Warm. Attached.
After a few minutes of loving, the men left her.
“No, please. I want more.”
Lake’s chuckle filled her ear. She heard the ripping of a condom package, and seconds later her pussy was filled again, this time by Eric. She turned her head toward Lake, who watched them with an amused smile on his face.
“Feel good, baby?”
“Yes, Master.”
“You still hungry?”
“Yes, Master.”
Lake took Eric’s original position, and Lucy swallowed him greedily. When his mouth captured her clit she thought she would spin out of control, but she fought it back. Eric pumped her hard as Lake sucked and nipped at her clit.
When he sat back up, she moaned.
“Deep throat me, baby. You can do it. Move your neck back just a little.”
Lucy followed Lake’s directions, relaxing her throat muscles. Seconds later he slid deeper inside her. She’d only done this a few times, and she hoped she got it right, and didn’t embarrass herself in front of her two Doms.
Lake’s muffled, “Oh, fuck,” told her it felt as good to him as it did to her. She sucked with her throat muscles, knowing that like most men, he wouldn’t last long.
And he didn’t. Seconds after she’d started, he lifted up and came, his warm liquid filling her as she grasped his hips and thighs, encouraging him with her hands. Eric pumped harder, his hands gripping her own thighs as Lake filled her throat.
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