by Leah Brooke
He started stripping off his clothing, grateful to release his cock from its confinement, watching King as he did the same.
“Well, Brenna, since the club is closed for the night, I guess we’ve got several hours to work on improving your memory.”
He smiled at her shiver, looking forward to this more than he’d looked forward to anything in a long time.
Chapter Seven
Plunged into darkness, Brenna sucked in a breath, shaking with nerves. Even after only a minute or two, her other senses seemed much sharper. Hearing the rustle of clothes, her pulse leapt, and she desperately wished she could see them. She’d love to have the chance to explore their bodies, to have the freedom to run her hands all over them.
She couldn’t see them, however, but she was intensely aware that they could see her.
She felt even more exposed now than ever, something she hadn’t thought possible.
She stood naked in Royce and King’s playroom. With both Royce and King. Blindfolded.
Every fantasy she’d ever had seemed to pale into insignificance.
Feeling their gazes moving over her, she burned everywhere. Her head spun, and overcome with the need to steady herself, she reached out a hand, breathing a sigh of relief when Royce took it in his.
“You’re all right. I’ve got you. We won’t let you fall.”
King came up behind her, running his hands from her hips to her breasts, his naked body hot against hers. The feel of his cock pressing against her lower back made her jump, her pussy clenching with anticipation.
“Before we gag her, I’m going to make use of that smart mouth of hers. I believe she told me to kiss her ass.”
Royce’s low chuckle filled her with apprehension. “Yes, she definitely did.”
Trembling helplessly, Brenna moaned when King turned her and reached up to cup her breasts, crying out when he pinched her nipples and released them. The pain quickly turned to pleasure, sending arrows of sizzling heat to her slit.
Her body came alive with sensation, every inch of her skin sensitized and aching for attention. Even her hair moving over her back aroused her. She had Royce and King to herself, two of the most dominant men she’d ever met, men who could fulfill every fantasy she’d ever had, and some she hadn’t even thought of yet.
She wanted to be taken. Used. Enjoyed.
But she’d learned enough about herself since being with them to learn that she wanted something more.
She wanted them to want her, need her with the same desperation that she needed them.
She wanted this to be a night none of them ever forgot.
Royce came up behind her, making her jolt at the heat when his naked body, hard and hot, pressed against hers. He gripped both of her wrists in one of his hands, lifting them over her head and with a speed that amazed her, hooked something to each one, and locked them together.
Having her hands pulled over her head left her defenseless to protect her breasts and nipples, giving Royce and King the freedom to do whatever they wanted to them.
Shaking at the sound of a chain being lowered, she bit her lip to keep from crying out, determined to be as quiet as she could be. She didn’t want to appear as naïve as she had before, and fought not to show how nervous she got each time they restrained her.
Fantasy didn’t even begin to prepare her for reality.
The feel of her right nipple being pinched again shocked her and had her crying out, the pain almost more than she could bear. She got to her toes in an instinctive effort to escape it, but it didn’t help.
Royce caressed the underside of her breast, his breath warm against her cheek. “Easy. Breathe through it. You can do this. It’s not nearly as tight as it could be. For some reason, King’s taken pity on you.”
Obeying him, she took several deep breaths, shocked that the pain began to lessen, and the pleasure began. Sharp, unrelenting waves of it. Every movement caused the weight of the clamp on her nipple to move, heightening the sensation. Instead of remaining still, she struggled against her bonds, each movement sending a flash of heat to her slit.
Royce brushed his lips against her forehead. “Very good, darling. Now you see how pain can add to the pleasure.” Stroking the underside of her breast, he ran his lips to her cheek. “You need this, don’t you, Brenna? You need this as much as we do. Do you know how beautiful you look, taking whatever we give you? It makes you feel alive, doesn’t it? You’re thinking about nothing except us. You feel us everywhere, don’t you?”
King chuckled and tugged at the clamp, making her cry out again, the pain and pleasure mingling into an erotic surge of delight unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
“She does. Look at the way she trembles. You’re right, though. I’m going easy on her because she’s new to this, but she needs to be taken in hand. She wants to top from the bottom. She’s a control freak. She’s getting her nipples clamped and then she’s going to suck cock before she’s gagged. Once I work on her ass, she’s going to think twice before talking like that to me again.”
Sucking in a breath as King hooked a clamp to her other nipple, Brenna stood on her toes, breathing deeply until the pain lessened, and the pleasure once again took over.
“W–What are you going to do to my ass?”
A tense stillness filled the air, one filled with disapproval.
Royce sighed. “Allow me. I’ve been anxious to take a whip to her ever since she ran out of here that first night. I don’t think she quite grasps the fact that, as long as we’re in the playroom, she’s not permitted to question us, or to speak without being asked a question.”
Brenna had never been as scared in her life—or as turned on. “No!”
Royce’s voice came from directly in front of her, the heat of his body burning the front of hers.
“That doesn’t work, Brenna. Use your safe word and you’re free to go.”
“No.”
She couldn’t walk away. She wanted everything they had to give, and would never forgive herself if she put a stop to this now.
The strike of what felt like a hundred leather strips hitting her breast startled her so badly she would have fallen if not for the chain attached to the leather bands at her wrists. Alarmed, she struggled to lock her knees again, surprised to find it didn’t hurt as badly as she’d feared. She’d expected to be spanked, or for the whip to hit her ass. She hadn’t expected her breasts to be whipped.
The heat was incredible, especially where the whip hit the clamp. So hot. So exciting. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy, more sensitive now. The increased sense of vulnerability and realization that they could do whatever they wanted to her, sent her senses and arousal soaring.
Her pussy clenched hard, releasing her juices, her clit swelling. She hardly had the chance to catch her breath before the whip came down on her other breast.
The leather strips hit her skin like hot caresses, not biting into it as she’d expected, but just painful enough to keep her on guard and ignite the hunger, building it into something she didn’t recognize.
The whip came down again and again in an unpredictable pattern so she never knew which breast would be next.
When it hit the sensitive underside of her breast, she came to her toes, and found herself arching her back, thrusting her breasts out in a silent plea for more.
She couldn’t believe it.
She loved it. She actually loved knowing that they could do whatever they wanted to do to her. Knowing they did it, not to hurt her, but to give them all pleasure, heightened her senses, the fear just strong enough to add to her excitement.
Anticipating another strike to her breasts, Brenna cried out when the whip began to strike her all over, not hard, but with enough power to warm and awaken every nerve ending on her body. Her arms, her legs, her belly, all received attention, the whip leaving her skin hot everywhere it touched. The strike of the whip on her mound startled her, but before she could react, the whip landed on her bottom. Several strikes
in rapid succession covered every inch of her ass, making her cheeks hot and igniting the awareness in her puckered opening.
“Spread those legs, Brenna. Wide.”
The ice in Royce’s voice held an underlying edge of tension that excited her even more.
Nervous now, but no less excited, she spread her legs wide, surprised when King’s chest brushed against her nipples. A second later, she heard the sound of the chain and her hands were lowered.
“On your knees, Red. Spread those thighs as wide apart as you can.”
With her wrists held in King’s strong grip, Brenna lowered herself to her knees, spreading her thighs until the muscles in them quivered at the strain.
“Suck.”
She opened her mouth wide as a cock touched her lips, taking the large head of it inside. Tasting King for the first time, she moaned, reveling in the chance to please him this way.
She wanted to thrill him, to give him so much pleasure that he thought of nothing else but her. The need to gain some sort of control over him through pleasure excited her, and a battle of wills ensued.
She sucked him hard, using her tongue on him, her own arousal making it difficult to concentrate. Starving for him, she used her mouth on him with abandon, thrilling when his body stiffened against hers.
The hand he tightened in her hair, a sharp reminder of who was in charge, thrilled her on so many levels, reinforcing his need for control.
Holding her hands against his chest, King groaned, his hand fisting in her hair.
“You’re going to have to concentrate now, Red. Royce isn’t done. That pussy, clit, and that tight, little puckered opening haven’t tasted the whip yet.”
In a panic, Brenna tried to close her legs and pull away from King, but he’d obviously anticipated her reaction and tightened his hold, another sign of just how good he was at this—and how well he already knew her.
King held firm, not allowing her the leverage she needed to close her legs, and pulled her head closer, forcing more of his cock into her mouth.
“Concentrate. Breathe through your nose. I’m going to give you more. Slowly. When Royce whips you, I’d better not feel your teeth. Pay attention to sucking my cock.”
The low, gravelly tone thrilled her, telling her how much he enjoyed this. Wanting to give him more pleasure than he’d ever gotten, she sucked harder, careful to breathe through her nose as he pushed his cock to the back of her throat.
He filled her mouth, forcing her lips wide to accept him.
“Suck me good, Red, and I just might take it easy on you when I shove a butt plug in that tight ass.”
Her bottom clenched in response, just as the whip struck her there, the ends of it hitting with deadly accuracy right on her opening. Bucking her hips against the sharp heat, she whimpered in her throat, her struggles moving the clamps on her nipples and reawakening the sharp tug there.
Her pussy clenched, releasing a gush of moisture just a second or two before the whip struck her there. Crying out around King’s cock, she forgot everything else in her struggle to get past the blazing heat.
King moved her head on his cock. “Suck, Red, while I fuck this mouth. You should see Royce’s face. He’s having a real good time with that whip. Looks like he wants to fuck this mouth, too. You ever swallow?”
Brenna tried to adjust to the increasing speed of his strokes, sometimes gagging when she forgot to breathe through her nose. Each time, King would slow and let her get her bearings, something nearly impossible to do with the heat at her center.
He caressed her hair, murmuring soft words of encouragement, his tenderness totally unexpected.
Brenna shook her head, wondering if he would think her even more naïve. She couldn’t stop crying out around his cock, whimpering as the pleasure and pain mixed and began to build.
She felt primitive, sexy, uninhibited.
Pleasure and pain. Vulnerability and power.
She needed this—to surrender every part of herself into the safekeeping of another.
“You’re going to now.” The deep rumble in his chest excited her, filling her with a sense of power that she could bring a man like him such pleasure.
Royce kept the whip moving over her back and bottom, hitting her just hard enough to heat her flesh and sensitize every inch of her.
The cock in her mouth jumped a second before King’s hot release hit the back of her throat. She kept sucking him, swallowing every drop, thrilled with each groan of pleasure coming from him. The whip hit again between her legs, the ends of it striking her swollen and throbbing clit.
The shock of it tore through her, leaving her frozen in place for several seconds before she realized she’d started to come.
The pain fled almost immediately, leaving behind a tingling heat in her clit, one that had her struggling against her bonds. Her release vanished as quickly as it started, leaving her on the razor-sharp edge. Bucking her hips to try to relieve the ache, she groaned hoarsely over and over.
She couldn’t stand it. She needed to finish coming. She needed release from this torment. Her clit burned and swelled, sizzling with sensation.
Whimpering, she bucked her hips, blinking back tears.
She tried to pull her hands free to rub herself, to ease the incredible ache there, but couldn’t work them loose from King’s strong grip.
She fought. She struggled, but she couldn’t get free.
The whip hit her clit again, startling her so much that she froze, just a split second before her orgasm hit her.
The rush of pleasure hit her with a force that left her breathless for several heart-stopping seconds before cresting.
The scream torn from her, muffled by King’s cock, didn’t sound anything like her at all.
Long, overwhelming swells of pleasure hit her hard, making it nearly impossible to breathe. She tried to close her legs against it, but couldn’t, crying out when the whip struck there again.
King slid his cock from her mouth, and to her surprise, knelt in front of her. Dropping her hands behind his neck, he took her face in his hands and lifted it to his, making her wish she could see his face.
“You’re an amazing woman, Red. You like having that pussy and clit whipped, don’t you? You’re a Dominant’s dream.”
Royce ran the strips of leather over her ass. “We’ll see. I’ll bet she uses that safe word before we finish here tonight.”
The muscles in her ass quivered at the attention, her body so sensitized that the slightest touch anywhere made her tremble. A fine sheen of perspiration covered her, every inch of her body shaking in the aftermath of the explosion of sensation.
King enfolded her in his arms, taking the weight of her body when she slumped, his hands moving up and down her back. “After she rests a minute, we’ll continue.”
He tugged at one of the clamps on her nipples. “I’m going to remove these. She’s had them on long enough for now, especially since she’s going to be wearing them when we put her over the bench.”
Brenna choked, turning her face to breathe in King’s scent while the taste of him still lingered on her tongue.
“I can’t believe the way you make me feel. I came from pain. I didn’t think that was possible. What’s wrong with me?” Frowning when her voice broke, she snapped her mouth shut.
King smoothed back her hair, pulling her closer. “Not a fucking thing. It’s not just pain, honey. You need to surrender, as much as we need to have you surrender to us. It’s a need, Red, one that you have no reason to be ashamed of.”
His calm, soothing words and the touch of his lips on her forehead thrilled her as nothing else could have.
They always seemed to know exactly what she needed.
She didn’t feel any shame at all now, reveling in the attention both men gave her. In King’s arms, she felt cherished and sheltered, the realization of how much she trusted both of them warming her from within.
With her senses sharpened, she heard Royce move.
Wrap
ping an arm around her from behind, he caressed her shoulder with his lips before straightening and lifting her off of her feet.
“I want that hot mouth on my cock.”
King removed her wrists from around his neck, running a hand over her bottom as he turned her over to Royce.
“Royce wants you badly, Red. Don’t disappoint him.”
Royce carried her across the room, with a speed and ease that made her feel even more feminine and reminded her of their strength. “She won’t, will you, Brenna? You want to please me, don’t you?”
His low voice dripped with sin, the promise of pleasure in it unmistakable.
“More than anything. Take me, Royce.” She knew her mistake almost immediately, but it was too late to take it back.
He froze, his entire body going still. The chill coming from him made her shiver as he set her with cool deliberation, on her feet.
She shook with apprehension as he moved around her as if in slow motion, every one of her senses on alert with each brush of his body against hers.
He moved behind her, the heat of his body warming her back. Holding her arms back with his own muscular ones, he reached down her body with one hand to part her folds wide, and with the other, delivered a sharp slap to her clit.
Despite her cry, he did it again. “What did you call me?”
Struggling through the sting and ensuing heat, Brenna whimpered in her throat, the too-sharp sensation nearly flinging her over the edge again. Her knees turned to rubber, forcing her to lock them in order to stay upright.
Hot. Tingling. Her clit swelled and throbbed.
The heat at her slit was like nothing she’d ever experienced. She couldn’t believe he’d actually slapped her there.
She couldn’t believe she wanted him to do it again.
Pain. Pleasure.
She couldn’t tell one from the other.
She couldn’t hold back her cries as he held her open, keeping the hood of her clit held back to expose her completely, her clit so sensitized that even the air moving over it proved too much. Shaking uncontrollably, she held on to him, knowing she shouldn’t, but unable to help herself.