by Lila Munro
"Let’s go upstairs," Dante prompted, giving Julie’s shoulder a nudge once Allen disappeared from the sitting room.
"I can take my bag to the adjoining room and take a long bath, read…" Julie offered, anxiety creeping over her at the prospect of what she thought Dante was insinuating. As much as the thought aroused her, she wasn’t sure she was ready to act on her curiosity. She stood, hands twisting, palms sweaty. Her heart was trying to find a way out of her chest. "If you want some time alone? Master?"
"No, love. I want you both," Dante assured her as Blake stood and headed for the stairs. Dante took her face in his hands and looked into her eyes, which she guessed were blown up the size of half-dollars. "If you’re ready. I talked to Blake already. He’s okay with it, but only if you are."
He brushed her hair behind her ear then ran a line of kisses from her lips, across her jaw, and ended by brushing her lobe with his tongue before taking it between his teeth. Julie shuddered and her breath came out in uneven puffs. Risks were her life at one point. Then Mason came along and exercised control of those risks, only taking the ones he thought she could handle. Now Dante was offering her a golden egg on a satin pillow, opening the door and letting her see inside, allowing her to be a part of the decision making process. While Mason’s way helped her center her life and overcome many mental and emotional barriers, Dante’s way was so enticing her mouth ached from desire and flooded with moisture. She was starved for a risk. In that moment Julie acknowledged while she was a fear slut, fear came in many forms and the fear of how this would work and where it would lead was just as thrilling as Mason tying her up, cutting off all her senses, and making her wonder from what direction he would come and when. Being with Mason was like living with Hannibal Lecter. She had a feeling living and learning with Dante would be the difference in being blind and mute and having hyper-sensitive hearing and sight. Was it scarier knowing what was coming or being ignorant to the thing in the dark? Another wave of tremors ran up her spine and her mind was made up.
"I…yes? I…how exactly…Master, I don’t understand…"
"Where there’s a will, there’s a way," Dante said, taking her hand and leading her to the stairs. "Come on, no more house divided."
Blake was already stripped down, standing naked beside the four-post King bed dressed completely in white linens. It wasn't what she expected and it definitely didn’t seem any more fitting than the angel on the tree downstairs. Allen was a study in self-contradictions.
Julie swallowed a hard lump and glanced at Blake. Why was it in all the years she’d known him and seen him naked, she’d never really noticed how nice his body was? His cock hung heavy, already half-engorged, and she figured out quickly this was the first time she’d taken stock of him that way. No wonder Dante was satisfied with him. From a woman’s view, Blake was well-stocked. Not enormous, not puny, just right. And it was a pretty tawny color, not that ruddy color that made you think twice as if maybe something's wrong.
"He’s pretty, isn’t he?" Dante asked, reaching around from behind her and unbuttoning her blouse. "So are you. I couldn’t ask for a more perfectly matched set." His voice rumbled through her as he pressed her back against his chest, his hand finding its way under her bra to knead her right breast.
Somehow in a matter of seconds, Julie found herself standing naked. Dante, still clothed, stood between her and Blake. Then, as if by intuition, she and Blake started working in tandem, catering to their Master and it became strikingly clear how this would work. All contact would come through Dante and somehow knowing they were working in unison to please the man they shared made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. With her inhibitions quickly dissolving, Julie ran her fingertips under the edge of Dante’s shirt and tugged, pulling it as Blake sent his tongue up his back as inches and inches of hardened, tanned flesh were unveiled. Once his shirt hit the floor, Blake continued his exploration with his tongue, his hands following the same pattern on Dante’s chest while Julie went to work on removing the rest of his clothing.
She dropped to the floor and helped him out of his shoes and socks then reached up and unfastened his slacks, working them past his hips before they puddled at his feet. When he stepped out of them, Julie rose up on her knees, worked his boxers to just past his hips, and freed his throbbing cock. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked up from beneath her lashes.
"May I, Master?" she asked, her fingers itching to touch.
"Yes, love. Touch me," Dante answered, twisting his upper body to accommodate Blake, touching their lips as he reached between and fisted the man’s cock. "Show slave how good you are."
Smiling up at Blake who peered over Dante’s shoulder, Julie ran her tongue along her lips, wetting them thoroughly before setting them over Dante’s swollen, purple head. After a few swipes of the flat of her tongue across the backside of it, she sank all the way over him in one stroke and held him in her throat, milking him with her muscles. Dante hissed and his abdomen tightened. He ran one hand in her hair and gripped her scalp just as Blake’s right hand snaked between his thighs to fondle his ball sac.
They were a tangle of arms, legs, cocks, and mouths. Julie was losing track of where one of them ended and another started. The next time she looked up from her task of sucking off their Master, Blake’s eyes were squeezed shut and he was panting as Dante stroked him hard and fast. Dante’s eyes, however, were fully open and focused on her. They ran black with lust and his jaw was clenched so tightly the muscles along the underside were jumping. It was as if they were hyperaware of each other, yet oblivious to anyone else being present at the same time.
Just when Julie thought Dante would reward her for her effort and fill her throat with his seed, he pulled her away. Holding tightly to her head, he forced her to watch as Blake came undone and shot thick, ropes of semen across Dante’s hip, the salty, bitter smell permeating the air. Blake clutched Dante’s middle and rode out the last of the spasms before laying his head along his back and taking a long breath.
"On the bed, love," Dante ordered, leaving no room for debate. "Spread-eagle, if you please."
While she scrambled up from the floor and did as she’d been told, Julie watched as Dante took his time with Blake, helping him clean up with a towel he retrieved from the bathroom before pulling him into an embrace and running his tongue along Blake’s throat.
"Get some rope from the bag, slave," he told him, turning him loose and looking at Julie where she lay like a human buffet. "Time to tie her up."
With Julie’s arms securely restrained to the posters at the head of the bed, Dante began working on her legs. Wrapping a length of rope around her thigh and securing it, he then raised her leg, letting her calf fall against the back of her leg, and tied the rope off at the head of the bed along with her wrist. Once her other leg was tied off, she was left thoroughly vulnerable as her pussy and ass were now wide open. Never uttering a word, simply watching him work the ropes expertly, Julie glanced to the side to see Blake had retrieved a few more items from one of the many bags lined up on a chaise lounge in the corner of the room. Laid out on a towel beside her were a vibrating dildo, a butt plug, and a tube of Maximus.
Now that Julie was fully trussed, Dante checked her circulation before shoving his boxers the rest of the way down, kicking them to the side, and climbing on the bed, stopping in front of her to look down at his handiwork.
"I could get used to this sight," he said, running one finger down between her labia and back up. "You like it, too."
"Yes, Master," she said, her heart taking up an irregular rhythm at the commanding tone in his voice.
"Do any of those things bother you?" he asked, nodding at the items Blake had presented.
"I…well…" Julie stalled.
"Which one?"
"The plug, Master."
"You’ve never used one?" A look of disbelief fan over his features.
"No, Master."
"Are you opposed to it? I mean, obviously I like as
ses." Dante grinned at her and a nervous giggle escaped her at his attempt at lighten the situation. "But, I have slave for that if you’d rather not try it."
"I want to try it, Master," she said, grateful he’d given her the choice and wanting to please him because of it. Besides, she'd been curious over the years. She couldn’t believe she was well past forty and had so much left to explore.
Dante nodded and bent to run a perfect line down the back of one leg, across her pussy, and up the back of the other one with his tongue. He stopped just under her knee and sucked at the same time he sank two fingers inside her, probing.
"Wet," he murmured. "Makes me hard."
As Dante continued his assault on her pussy, Blake joined them and rolled to his back, working his head between Dante’s legs as he spread them and rose up on his knees to accommodate the man. While Dante tended to Julie, Blake saw to Dante’s distended cock that had been tapping his stomach, leaving a wet spot near his belly button.
Julie’s lungs shrank when Dante brought his tongue back to center and laved her clit, lapping then settling his lips around it and sucking, pulling and tugging until a hint of pain shot through her center.
"What’s your safe word, love?" Dante turned loose of her clit when she inhaled sharply and planted soft kisses across it, soothing the hurt.
"Orchid, Master," she whimpered when he bit the inside of her thigh.
"Don’t be afraid to use it," he told her. "But don’t use it needlessly, either. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
"Good girl."
Descending back on her clit, he took it between his teeth and worked his jaw back and forth, scissoring it until a thin sheen of cold sweat erupted across her prickly skin. As he tortured the ever enlarging nub, his fingers slipped free of her clenching vagina and reached beside her to grab the dildo, which he lubed before inching inside her. When it was firmly lodged as far as it could go, he flipped it on and a rush of vibrations rattled her, mingling with the sting of his teeth razoring her sensitive flesh. Panting, she chanced a glance between her legs and saw Blake had Dante’s balls sucked between his lips and had his cock fisted, working it in a slow pattern of moving up and down then twisting the head between his fingers. This only added to her arousal and she swore a gush of fluid seeped from her, running down to touch her anus before falling to the sheets beneath her.
Dante ran his finger down to inspect the wetness spreading from her and smiled in approval, pressing the tip to her anus, testing her resistance. A thousand nerve endings were awakened and the first tingles of an orgasm reached out and wound around her spine.
"Please, Master…" she begged.
"Please, what?" Dante asked, amusement tainting his voice.
"Please, I need…please, may I come?" She wound her hands around the ropes securing her wrists and pulled as a wave of need washed over her and her body reached for what she knew would be a bone rattling completion.
"Thank you for asking, love. Yes, you may," Dante taunted, reaching up to pinch her clit, sending her into a series of spasms.
It was her awareness of Dante’s fingers breaching her anus that brought Julie back to solid ground a few minutes later as she lay trying to catch her breath. While the sensation wasn’t really painful, it was entirely comfortable either. She felt overfull with the dildo still in her pussy, the vibrations now humming through the thin membrane separating it from Dante’s fingers which seemed to come alive with the subtle contact. Trying to focus, her line of vision a tad blurry from riding the edge of the abyss, Julie tried to see what he was doing only to find Blake once again had Dante’s cock buried in his mouth so far his nose touched Dante’s belly.
"Shit, that’s good, slave," Dante groaned as he freed his fingers, reaching for the lube and the plug.
Julie watched in fascination feeling like she was living outside herself, in some alter reality. It was almost too much at once, so much to see and feel and smell. She saw the plug, now shiny with lubricant, disappear between her legs and felt the pressure of it being pressed against her at the same time she watched Blake pull back and run his tongue around their Master’s cock. That was a sight she didn’t think she'd ever get used to, but at the same time she thought she’d never tire of.
"Push back, love. Open up for me," Dante urged in a low tone, moving the plug forward, a fiery ache shooting out from around the bulbous end of it.
"It hurts, Master," she whimpered, scrunching her nose up and taking her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Breathe through it. Relax."
Julie closed her eyes and did as he instructed. She breathed deeply through her nose and blew it out easily through her mouth, willing her muscle to turn loose. When she let go, the plug slid into place with a pop and the ache receded, replaced by the most intense, urgent pleasure as the vibrator set the plug to jiggling inside her, touching virgin nerves, setting them on fire with need.
"Oh, God, Master," she whispered, pressing her hips up only to be reminded she was restrained and could go no further. "Please…"
Dante simply chuckled over a moan and slapped her exposed ass cheek which only served to drive Julie that much closer to another ripping orgasm. When he took the end of the dildo and ran it in and out of her a few times, it was her undoing and before she could ask permission, she flew apart, screaming her release until she was breathless, a shaking, sweaty mass of limp muscles and burning tissue.
She was still twitching when she opened her eyes to see Dante raised up on his knees, his cock in hand, stroking himself at a rapid pace over her slick, clutching pussy and Blake’s open mouth. He grabbed her calf with his free hand and postured, his back running rigid as he spurted hot streams of cum across Blake’s waiting tongue and her pussy, marking them both.
With nothing but the sound of their breathing filling the air, Julie watched as Dante turned her loose and moved off Blake, making room for him to escape from beneath him. After he removed the toys from her and tossed them to the side, he tugged the ropes holding her legs and they fell to her sides, tired and rubbery. He rolled to his back and wrapped his arm around one of her legs as Blake scooted up and rested his head on her thigh.
A half hour later, they were all relatively clean, lying in a tangled heap of tired bodies. For the first time, Julie was in the middle. She faced Dante, resting her head on his chest with Blake curled around her back, already snoring.
"I know I should have trusted you," she mumbled, rubbing Dante's pecs with her palm.
"Do you now?" he answered, stifling a yawn.
"Yes. I didn’t realize until tonight Mason controlled me sexually but not in my day to day affairs. He let me decide a lot of things, probably some things I should have been told not to do. You gave me choices tonight. You let me figure out my limits. It’s the same but different somehow. I wasted a lot of time being afraid for no reason."
"We’ll see how you feel the first time I push your boundaries," Dante said over a low laugh. "And, love," he said more seriously. "I will push them and I will tell you no."
Chapter Fifteen
"How’s it coming in there?" Dante called from the bathroom.
"It’s coming, Master," Julie answered, pulling a black stocking up over her knee and smoothing it out along her thigh before securing it to her garter belt. "I’m sorry if I’m lagging."
"No worries," he said, his reflection appearing in the full length mirror Julie stood in front of, one foot on the ottoman as she snapped the last clasp in place. "No pressure. How are you feeling about tonight?"
"I’m okay so far." Smiling at him, she put her foot back on the floor and turned into him. "I think it was a good idea to get out of town to do this. Try some new things, meet new people. How do I look, Master?" Julie asked, spinning for him.
Dante let go of a low whistle. "Very nice indeed, love. Can’t wait to rip it all back off you."
Julie couldn’t believe how fast the week had flown by. It was already Friday and Allen’s party would be starting in ab
out an hour. She had to admit was a daunting prospect even though she was excited about it. She knew she was ready. Dante had been more than patient with her all week, allowing her to test her limits, say so if she was uncomfortable with anything, slowing down if necessary until she found balance. And bless Allen. He’d been there, too, watching, coaching, and stepping in with advice if he felt it necessary. As a result, Julie's eyes had been opened to a whole new world of possibilities and although she still thought of Mason often and still loved him, her love for Dante and Blake had grown exponentially over the past few days and the hole in her heart was much smaller.
Julie had come to see Dante was right about one thing. Mason found her a broken woman, but strong nonetheless. Strong in ways she never really acknowledged until now.
A wave of something akin to a bit of guilt swept over her heart as she wondered if Mason would have approved of her new found self. Dante must have sensed it.
"Hey, you sure you’re okay?" Dante asked, running his hands up and down her almost bare back, her laces tangling around his nimble fingers.
"Yes, Master," she answered, her voice muffled against his chest. "I guess I'm a bit nervous. Feels almost like first time jitters." A squeaky laugh floated out of her and her throat clenched so tightly it hurt.
"If you’re not ready…"
"I need to do this, Master," Julie assured him, pulling back and taking a deep breath. "I want to. I want to be normal again. Well, our normal anyway. Are we normal? Is any of this normal…" She put her fingertips to her temples and rubbed, shaking her head. "Rambling. You know how I am. Jesus H…maybe I'm a little bit afraid."
"Look at me, Jules." He took her chin between his fingers and lifted her face. "I won’t leave you to the wolves, love. No one expects anything of you. You only have to say the word. Orchid and it all stops and we come upstairs. Understand? It’s okay. Fear is a good thing. Remember?"
"I know. I know." Taking a deep, shaky breath, she reached out and squeezed his other hand. "Thank you."