Chapter Five
Ryan and Jason led her off the dance floor, each of her hands taken in theirs. She could feel the soothing touch of their fingers upon the back of her hands and she tried to keep her head from whirling.
She hadn’t said yes or no but she didn’t protest as they took seats in a corner booth close to the stage. Bea knew she had to figure out why they had such an effect on her and how on earth she could keep resisting them – if she wanted to. But here, now…she wasn’t really sure exactly what she wanted anymore.
***
When the show started, she had to curb a lot of the emotions that coursed through her. She was stunned, aroused and embarrassed at the same time. The performance was by two men and a woman – whom she recognized to be the waitress who’d served them earlier. Bea watched as the men, dressed only in black leather pants and nothing else, proceeded to intricately rope the woman standing between them in just her corset, thong and heels. The rope went around her shoulders, chest, arms and waist, restraining her upper half as her hands were trapped behind her back. Next she was blindfolded and led to the bed where she was made to kneel with her face down and ass up. Next, one of the men took hold of something that looked like a flogger from one of the drawers in the nearby table. Going to stand at the edge of the bed, he brought his arm up and whipped the girl’s raised buttocks. The girl cried out, making Bea gasp and flinch.
Whoa.
Bea was so busy watching with bated breath, she almost didn’t notice Ryan place his arm behind her along the top of the circular couch of the booth, while Jason chose to take her hand and idly stroke it while their eyes stayed glued on the show.
She realized how being kissed and groped by two men would seem tame compared to what was happening on the platform. One of the men kept spanking both sides of the woman’s ass with the flogger while the other commanded her to keep count, as he stood close to the head of the bed.
“It doesn’t really hurt her as much as it would seem,” Ryan explained softly in her ear when Bea once again flinched as the flogger connected the now pinking ass bared by the thong. “The tresses or tails of the flogger are made of deer or moose hide and even suede. These are considered far safer than some of the crazier materials out there like chain, plastic tubes and reptile skin. Besides, this is more about bringing her into focus with her senses and her body. She becomes more in touch with her surroundings with that blindfold, as her taste, touch, and sound are enhanced by the deprivation of sight.”
“Besides, both the dominant males and the submissive female have certain rules that keep everyone not only comfortable, but safe,” Jason added, also leaning close to speak low in her ear so as not to disturb the other patrons. “Safe words, which end the scene immediately, are put in place from the start.”
“Safe words?” Bea asked curiously, unable to tear her eyes away from the waitress’s body as her ass was growing decidedly purple from the thuds of the flogger, which seemed to have up to twenty or more tails. Suddenly, one of the Doms pushed her legs wider apart and this time, the other Dom was able to lash straight at the pink, tender flesh of pussy in between the ass cheeks. The girl could be heard to scream more in arousal than pain.
“Yes; safe words,” Jason echoed with a small, teasing yet predatory smile. “We might need some later so I’ll teach you more about them.”
Huh? What? Bea thought, sending him a quick, confused and very hot-faced glance. But before she could reply, Ryan told her softly, “Bea…look. The flogging has stopped.”
Turning quickly to the platform again, she saw that indeed, the flogging had ended but the girl was still on her knees with her face in the mattress. By now she seemed to be writhing her whole flushed body from pleasure. There were long marks on the back of her thighs, her ass and across her pussy lips where the whip had flicked.
The Dom who had been watching and commanding her as the other Dom whipped her, warned her that she wasn’t allowed to come, not unless given permission. When the girl hesitated, the other Dom gave her snatch a smack, this time with his hand. His own voice had steel in it when he asked her this time, ”Do you understand, pet?”
Yes, master, she replied on a whimper of ecstasy.
This was when the Dom with the whip now stroked her pussy, finding it wet. The sound echoed in the room; those sloshing noises his fingers encountered when he finger-fucked her. The next minute, he withdrew those fingers and made her lick them.
And then, right before the public, he took the flogger in his hand but this time, with the handle facing her pussy. Bea’s eyes widened as she noted that the handle was made of some kind of metal with a round knob at the end and notches along the 7-inch length.
Uh oh, Bea thought, her knees closing together as she watched the Dom use the long thin knob to fuck in and out of the girl’s pussy. In the meantime, the other Dom had retrieved a vibrator from the drawer and now placed it against the moaning girl’s clit. She was shuddering and moaning, being shafted by the handle, as the buzzing vibrator stimulated her clit.
Despite screaming with pleasure she was reminded not to come. Just when Bea thought the sensations would have become unbearable for the woman, she heard the Dom with the vibrator give the command that she could come after the count of ten. Bea heard the Dom count to ten so slowly it seemed like forever, and she seemed to be holding her breath till the final count, and Bea watched with her lips parted as the girl began to convulse with bliss.
It looked like she wouldn’t stop coming. She came and came as the room burst with wild applause. Swallowing, Bea reached instinctively for a drink on the table, not even sure when it had been ordered or served. She was glad to find it was cool and non-alcoholic, something like soda. She definitely needed cooling off after that show.
If she was honest, she’d say her pussy was positively dripping. Just…soaking her panties right through. Her breasts felt heavier, her nipples thicker and harder. Knowing that Ryan and Jason had been on either side watching right along with her had made it all the more intense. She wasn’t breathing properly anymore. In fact, she felt ready to faint, arousal and awareness fogging her senses and making her lightheaded. Seeing that girl whipped and then fucked by the handle of the flogger...then watching her climax with the vibe whizzing against her clitoris…Bea had never experienced watching anything like that and she was scared how much it had all affected her sensually.
“We’re glad you stayed to watch that performance with us,” Ryan said softly, and she met his eyes with effort. They were positively blazing. “You must know we want you, very deeply. There’s so much we want to share with you, Bea. But we don’t want to share you with anyone else. You aren’t to see other clients anymore.”
“I don’t have any other clients,” she said in a choked voice, instead of saying what she should have said: that they shouldn’t want her; that they couldn’t have her. “You two were my…my first.” She closed her eyes in sensual anguish as she looked at Ryan’s face, then Jason’s. They had that identical look of feral lust she was beginning to recognize and fear. Because it made her conscious of how much she lusted for them too.
“Good,” Ryan continued. “Because you don’t need to be an escort anymore. We’ll take care of you. In every way.”
“I don’t need taking care of,” she retorted with annoyance. Annoyance was good; it could probably hide her wavering determination to keep them both at arm’s length…
“Maybe not. But we’ll do it anyway,” Ryan said with a small smile. “We told you the other night, Bea. We are yours. Maybe you should start appreciating the fact.”
Bea wanted to argue but then she felt Jason move closer till his lips were in her ear again. How good he was at catching her off-guard! Sensual, darkly so, he was whispering in her ear. Bea’s eyes widened as every word he said flittered into her hearing and made her skin blush furiously. The things he told her they wanted to do to her…all night – it made her shudder with helpless desire. And, he assured her, she wouldn’t want
to stop them.
She felt Ryan take her free hand, the one on his side, while all the while her other had been in Jason’s grasp. There was no denying the intent on Ryan’s face. “Let’s go home, Bea.”
Chapter Six
Bea knew she was all kinds of crazy and stupid.
But there was no way she could deny the vast extent of desire she felt for these two brothers. One more night…would that be so bad? Then she was running as far and as fast from their forbidden delights as possible.
The limousine was waiting to take them to the new home Ryan and Jason had acquired in the wealthiest section of the city, where anyone with their kind of status liked to live. Their mansion was immense, and once inside the fabulously decorated house, she saw that it was designed tastefully and with maximum appeal. She fell in love with it in seconds.
Ryan said, “We got this place just two weeks ago, soon after we met you. We only ever stay a week or two in the US at a time. But we’ve decided we’re finding more reasons to want to come. More often and for longer,” He sent her a smile and a meaningful look. “We’re also buying up a lot of companies in a long stretch of Mergers and Acquisitions so we plan to be around for a while on business.”
“And hotels are fun, but we like the thought that you’ll be able to visit us here, at our home whenever needed,” Jason told her. His grin told Bea he’d caught her wary, even scared expression.
Jason came to where she was standing in the middle of the palatial living room, taking her hands in a gentle grip. “Bea, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on. Get used to it. We’re not letting you out of our sight. And the first chance we get, we’re taking you with us to Scotland to visit our estate there. Give you a chance to see Ryan and me in our leather kilts with the two-piece suits.”
“Not forgetting the calf-length socks and high boots,” Ryan added with a chuckle. He too, came forward and once again, she was wedged between them like they seemed to like so much.
And yes, fuck it…she seemed to like a lot as well.
“I think…well, I’d love to see that,” she finally said, a giggle passing through her parted lips.
A silence descended and she felt their eyes on her face, her body. They held her so close she could hear their collective heartbeats. Sexual tension filled the air and it was only a matter of time before she felt things would get heavy. Already, she felt that twitching in her panties and she knew that twitch was going to get dealt with pretty soon.
* * *
Bea remembered everything Jason had whispered that they would do to her.
Now that she was there, alone with them, she could see the question in their eyes. Just like the first night in that suite, they were waiting for her to make the final call. Take me home…or take me now?
Bea knew what her body craved right at that moment. She wanted the brothers to keep each one of their sensuous promises.
Her life had always been so ordinary. Nothing exciting or exotic ever happened to her, until she agreed to play escort for one night in the place of Lisa. And now, once again, she was to live life on the very edge. Her boundaries…they were breaking down. The bar on certain limits was being raised. Tonight, she wanted one more taste of their tempestuous threesome. She already knew that this time, there’d be a darkly delicious twist to their passions. And she was so, so looking forward to it.
She turned to kiss Ryan briefly on the lips, and then turned to do the same to Jason. She couldn’t speak right then but she held the answer in her eyes. She heard Ryan exhale a ragged breath, while Jason had his devil-may-care grin widening in delight.
Soon, they were leading her through doors in the magnificent house. Each room they passed seemed like something from a gorgeous movie set. Her heart was all-aflutter when they took her down to some kind of dungeon play room filled with many of the kind of things she’d seen in the BDSM club. There were flat and inclined benches, a wooden x-shaped cross with cuffs at every end. There was a lot of leather covering everything, plus chains, hooks and tables like none she’d ever seen. Everything looked brand new, and there was that fresh smell of wood, polish and of course leather. She could even see a fridge in the corner. How strange it was that she wasn’t nervous as she went in with them, the soft lighting making everything seem less threatening than they looked. She stepped further inside, her high heels echoing on the varnished wood floor. The walls had designer distressed-looking paint in maroon. All in all, it wasn’t the torture chamber she’d have expected it to look like when they’d led her down the steps.
She felt a hand on her wrist, and turned to see Jason’s regarding her with searching eyes. “Do you trust us, baby?” Jason asked softly.
“I think I always have. I don’t know how, or why.” Her voice was breathy, constricted with desire.
Coming forward, Ryan tipped her chin up to make her look at him in the eye. “We’d never hurt you. Nothing will happen in here that’s against your wish. We’ll have a safe word to ensure you can put a stop to it all whenever you want. Is there any word you’ll be able to remember quickly at all times?”
Bea gulped. Oh, okay. Safe word time. “Um…velvet.” It just popped up and it seemed to suit the scene. Quickly, she committed it to memory though she seriously doubted she’d need it with these two. She’d meant it; she did trust them. She wouldn’t have come this far if she didn’t.
“Thank you, Bea. Velvet it is then,” Ryan said with a small smile, right before he cupped both sides of her face and kissed her passionately.
*
With Ryan’s lips ravaging hers so deeply her head was spinning, Bea felt vaguely aware that it was Jason’s hands unzipping her dress from behind, pushing it down her shoulders and bringing it to pool at her waist. Her tongue was twisting wildly with Ryan’s, her hot, stirring passion matching his. She’d wanted this so long that now she felt like she was burning. When Jason unhooked her bra and then got rid of that too, he covered her breasts from behind with his large, hungry hands. She groaned long and sweetly into Ryan’s eating mouth.
For what seemed like eternity, they pleasured her each in their own way. First with kisses, and then with their caresses. Her mouth kept getting drawn to either Jason’s or Ryan’s. They could never seem to have enough of her lips – or her breasts, or her pussy. There, while she stood, barely able to hold herself up, glad for their support, they stroked and sucked on her nipples, and then down on their haunches they parted her legs and used their lips, tongues and fingers on her pussy. At one point, Ryan was sucking on her clit while she could feel Jason behind, rimming her crack. She felt drowned in sensations, shocked by how it felt to have both her holes being tongued at the same time. Oh God, I hope I can survive this night, she prayed while she moaned deliriously out loud. So much pleasure to endure…almost too much.
But not enough to make her come. Each time she wavered on the brink, either of them pulled back till she was breathing less raggedly or shaking less tremulously. Soon enough she was swimming in a pool of bliss that made her body feel like it weighed no more than a ton of feathers.
And that was when they shackled her to the chains hanging from the ceiling support. Her arms were lifted on either side of her so that her elbows were level with her shoulders, and not straight up over her head. The cuffs were in no way uncomfortable and she was too lost in her pleasurable mist to feel worried about being restrained.
By this time she was naked, and no doubt, totally at their mercy. She felt a slight twinge of consternation when Ryan came to her front and held up a blindfold, but his eyes and tone were calming, soothing as he explained, “This is for just a bit of mystery. So you don’t get to anticipate anything. But whenever you feel it’s getting too much, you can make it stop, darling. What’s the safe word?”
“Velvet.” Her voice was a moan.
“Good girl. Now, just experience as much as you can. Hold nothing back,” he instructed, as he finally tied the black eye mask over her face. Darkness closed in on her and
she blinked, willing herself not to panic but to get accustomed to the black visual void. She could hear them both moving about, opening and closing drawers. She drew in a shaky, expectant breath, planting her feet more firmly on the ground, the heels giving her more balance while she grew wetter as she waited.
They started her off with some gentle sensation play. Gentle feathers danced over her erogenous zones, and she was never sure who was doing what. Someone pushed an ice cube gently into her mouth and made her lick it. Once it began to melt, the fingers pulled it out and soon, she felt the moist cube dance around her nipples. Oh…yes. Very nice, she thought with a moan.
Behind her, she began to feel the lash of some kind of square shaped leather upon her ass. She gasped at the sharp little sting; from the way it sounded when it flew up in the air and then landed, it had to be a riding crop. She’d seen something like it at the BDSM club, hanging from the walls, on display with the other props. The sensation of the woven leather tongue contacting with one and then the other cheek was deeply erotic even though it did bite into her flesh. She tugged slightly on her shackles, feeling her nipples harden and chill beneath the circulating ice cube. Some drops trickled down her belly to her pussy folds, and she shivered at the cold. The cool feeling was soon replaced by a mouth, covering one ice-chilled nipple, in its moist heat.
“Oh God!” Bea cried, bucking into that soft, hot, sucking mouth. The sensation of warmth from that roughly sucking mouth contrasted with the ice that had made her nipples almost numb. The mouth shifted to the other nipple, and sucked from its icy tip too, making it just as hot. And when the crop began to fall more heavily on her bouncy ass, she moaned even louder. The impact play went well with the different sensations coursing through her. While her breasts were being suckled, fingers holding melting ice stroked all over her clit. The stinging agony from that little tongue of the riding crop meshed with the pleasure of the mouth on her breasts tonguing her with heat, and the ice cube being run all over her pussy mound and clit.
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