by Linzi Basset
“Because you will punish me if I do.”
“Brilliant. You did pay attention when we discussed my rules.”
“I’m not a complete idiot, you know,” Samantha couldn’t curb the snippy response.
“Keep it up, my pet. You’re begging for a serious attitude adjustment—one I’d be too happy to provide with my long whip.”
Samantha pressed her lips together before another wayward response landed her in more trouble. One punishment was more than enough to last her a lifetime.
“What a lovely sight. You do have a luscious sub, Master Razor,” Mistress Pam said from where she stood at the foot of the bed. Samantha suppressed a moan, feeling vulnerable and exposed, stretched open as she was. She didn’t mind scenes that included other subs but a Domme, as compelling as Mistress Pam, was a frightening prospect. She hasn’t scened with a Domme before and had no idea what to expect.
Then, suddenly, she was surrounded by bodies when all five of them sat down around her on the bed with Jack between her legs.
Oh, shit! I’m not gonna survive this. I much rather prefer a whipping!
“Ace, this is your punishment. I want to see every emotion and sensation you feel. I want your eyes on me all the time. This is part of the test. I want to see how you will react to what is in my eyes, not just their touch. Is that understood?”
She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant by reacting to what was in his eyes but nodded, nevertheless.
“Oww! Fuck!” She screamed when Mistress Pam slapped her hard on her clitoris.
“Since when is it acceptable to nod when your Master asks you a question, sub?” Pamela asked in a chilled voice. The warning that flashed in her eyes made Samantha realize just why the subs feared her. She had a mean streak.
“I’m sorry, Mistress.” She looked at Rhone. “Yes, Sir, I understand.”
“Begin,” he ordered, watching through hooded eyelids, how her eyes flared when Jack drew slow circles around her clit with his tongue, flicking and lapping at the nub while Keon and Lance did the same to her nipples. She arched her back but kept her eyes on Rhone, whimpering when all three began to suck simultaneously, like they’d choreographed the move.
Mistress Pam and Max caressed her stomach and thighs, causing heat to surge through her veins. She’d never experienced so many hands and mouths paying homage to her simultaneously. It floored her as she struggled to decipher the myriad of sensations that threatened to blow her circuitry.
Jack licked her labia from top to bottom, over and over, until she could feel the liquid heat rush past her lower lips, followed by his growl as he tasted the honeyed saltiness of her body on his tongue. She tilted her hips—needing something, anything inside her, to ease the pulsing need that continued to build with every suck, caress and lick of the five people. But, he didn’t accept the offer and returned his lips to her clit.
Rhone’s molten silver gaze scorched hers, offering her an anchor. She relaxed—big mistake—as heat filled her belly. Her breathing increased and she felt her loins throb insistently.
“Oh god . . . please.”
“Come now, sub. We’ve only just started,” Keon growled against her nipple. He winked at Lance and together they began to nibble on the succulent nubs. They were already sensitive and turned as hard as stones when Jack followed their lead and strummed her clit insistently.
Samantha moaned, the pressure was building inside her so fast, it was frightening. Jack teased her labia apart, before slowly pushing two fingers inside her pussy. Her hips jerked and she rotated her hips against his mouth, seeking harder caresses from him. She cried out, her climax winking at her and became a thundering echo with every beat of her heart.
“Stop.” Rhone snapped. They straightened and with gentle brushes, ran their hands over her body, slowly bringing her back from the edge.
Samantha felt the pressure in her loins recede, her chest stopped heaving, but her relief was short lived as Max took Jack’s place and it all began again. He didn’t start slow; he started sucking on her clit with relish, pumping his fingers inside her roughly while flicking the tips of his fingers over the swollen ganglia inside her vagina. The speed, at which they managed to rush her to the next peak, astounded her. She’d never experienced such a rush of heat; like lava flowing through her veins. Her gaze was locked with Rhone’s burning gaze while he enjoyed her writhing body and moans that she couldn’t suppress. That alone was enough to drive her crazy with desire.
“You’re doing very well, my pet. I love watching your body bloom with the heat of arousal.”
Rhone’s smooth, husky voice tore into a rich seam of burgeoning lust that wrapped itself around her nerves, sending ripples of heat through her body.
“Please, I can’t . . . this is too much,” she begged him, her eyes feverish with the need to climax.
“You can, Ace. And do you know why?” He asked with a deep voice.
“Because it’s punishment and I don’t want to disappoint you!” She ended on a shriek as Keon replaced Max between her legs and wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking and biting on the already sensitized nub.
“Ah, perfect response, my pet. I want to hear more cries, Masters and Mistress. She’s too silent for this to be an effective punishment,” Rhone ordered and chuckled when she cursed him in response, followed by a low mewling cry, when Mistress Pam and Jack bit into her nipples, stretched them and shook their heads.
“Fuuucchk me!”
“Not yet, sub, but soon. Oh, yes. I can’t fucking wait,” Max intoned before he licked a trail of heat up and down the inside of her thigh.
His words didn’t register fully, but came rushing back to her over an hour later. Once all five had their turn to take her to the edge; Rhone instructed, “Mistress Pam, you’re first.”
Samantha wheezed; her breathing became harsh and uneven as she struggled to focus. Her body was one trembling and throbbing pulse of need. And yet, none of them had sucked or licked inside her pussy yet. Something, she was longing for. To feel the silky slide against her folds, not just on her clit and lips. Her eyes widened when Mistress Pam settled between her thighs, wearing a thick, double-sided dildo; well lubed.
She looked at Rhone. He sat forward with his elbows on his knees and his chin resting on his fist, watching with blazing eyes.
“Begin. Slow at first. I want to watch the need build inside her.”
“Oh lord, no,” Samantha puffed when Pamela pushed the silicone cock inside her pussy—slowly, until her crotch pressed against Samantha’s.
“Ah, little one, this feels so hot. Doesn’t it? Hmm, don’t you agree?” Pamela chuckled at the whimpering cry from her and then began to plunge into her, with slow, deep strokes that threatened to push her over the edge within minutes. The Masters didn’t sit by and watched idly. They continued to suck her nipples, kiss and lick her skin and Keon aided Pamela by rubbing her clitoris.
“Stop, Pam,” Rhone ordered. Both women moaned. Their breathing was erratic. It was clear that Pamela was just as aroused as Samantha.
“Now, my pet, I’m going all the way. You better make sure you hold on because Masters Max and Keon are going to nibble on your tits until I’m done,” Pamela warned and began to pound into her, racing toward her own release. Max and Keon held their own by chewing on her sensitive nipples like they were some kind of juicy fruits.
Samantha bucked and screamed, cursing Rhone in a high, keening voice. Her climax was there . . . winking, waiting right at the edge.
“Look at me, Ace.” Rhone’s voice sounded deeper than usual and her gaze caught his.
Heat turned his gray eyes to a well-polished silver, laced with lust, mixed with sparks of fire that caused her heart to miss a beat. His desire was there, shallow in his eyes, for her to see.
Her body squirmed as she struggled to keep from climaxing. There was something about his gaze that captured her soul in that moment.
“Ooh!” Her cry boosted the energy inside the room even higher
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“Don’t you fucking come, sub, but I’m not stopping until I do.”
“God, please, let me come!” Samantha thrashed and continued to beg.
“Hell, yes!” Pam cried out as she climaxed, her body arched back in a tense bow, before she relaxed and pulled the dildo from Samantha’s pussy. She fell onto her back at the bottom of the bed, her breathing harsh and completely spent.
“Please, Master Razor! I beg you! I need to come,” Samantha pleaded with Rhone, who sat watching silently—his gaze was hooded and dark.
He waited until the Masters calmed her raging need before he approached her. Her eyes gleamed as she watched him. His tall, muscled frame appeared predatory, especially only dressed in a pair of low-rise jeans and barefoot. He brushed his hand over her pussy.
“Ah, my pet, so lovely. Hot, wet, pulsing and swollen with need. Do you wanna come, sub?”
“YES!” She all but screamed at him.
“Hmm, I’m afraid it's not time, yet.”
Samantha watched with shock as he sat down in the chair again and took a leisurely sip of the McCallan whiskey sitting on the side table.
“Continue.”
“No! Please, no more,” she begged, bucking and thrashing as the Masters and Mistress dutifully began to gorge on her once again.
“Jack, you're next.”
She watched his lips move but couldn’t make out the words over her own cries. Her body tensed when she realized Jack had rolled on a condom and was pressing his cock against her slit.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking hot, sub,” he muttered while slowly pushing the tip inside.
“Yellow! YELLOW! Please, Master Razor, I need to talk . . . talk with you,” Samantha pleaded; her eyes huge and glued on Jack’s cock, with the tip resting just inside her slit.
“Very well. I'm listening,” Rhone didn’t move, just watched her intently.
“No, alone. I need to talk with you alone,” she said. Her chest heaved with exertion and arousal, which caused her hips to move in uncontrollable urgency against the tip of the cock still inside her.
Rhone silently stared at her. She returned his gaze, unblinking. Eventually, he rose and sauntered closer to sit beside her on the bed.
“Give us a moment, please.”
The five people moved to the far side of the room, watching with interest.
Rhone massaged her arms and legs.
“How do these muscles feel, Ace? Doing okay?”
“My legs are feeling a little numb but I’m okay.”
“I’m listening, my pet.”
“I can’t,” Samantha croaked. She cleared her throat while trying calm down.
“Can’t what?”
“Have sex with them. Please don't let them fuck me,” she asked plaintively.
Rhone frowned at her. “You forget so easily, Ace? It was one of the clauses in our contract; that we would partake in scenes with multiple partners which would include sex. And for that matter, so does your limit list, correct?”
Samantha cleared her throat again. She’d indulged in threesomes quite often and enjoyed the thrill of being fucked by more than one man during a scene but somehow, now, it felt wrong.
“I know and at the time . . . but now . . . I can’t.”
“What has changed? No, look at me, Ace. You should know better than to lower your eyes. Why all of a sudden is it a problem?”
“I can’t, because it’s you I want. I only want to feel you inside me. I can’t . . . with anyone else . . .”
“That pleases me to hear, my pet. It really does, but this is punishment and you have indicated yes to sex with multiple partners on your limit list. Let’s not forget that you gave me the right to choose. Or am I mistaken?”
“No and I know that but that was before I . . .”
“Before you what?” Rhone prodded when she clamped her lips together.
“Before I realized I love you,” she said in a rush. Her eyes widened when the words left her mouth. She let out a surprised gasp.
Rhone was taken aback at the unexpected declaration but didn't question her vow. It was there in her eyes, in the tension of her body and the surprise in her face when she voiced it out loud.
“You chose a lousy time to inform me of that, luv,” he offered drily.
“I know but I . . . please Rhone, I don't want to . . . with them,” she beseeched him again.
“Very well,” he responded. His expression was non-committal. She watched him walk back to the chair; somewhat upset and worried that he hadn't acknowledged her confession with any response. She had no idea how he felt about her.
Samantha was even more surprised when he came back to bed and leaned over her. His gaze was scorching hot but she’d be damned if she could decipher what he was feeling.
Then his lips captured hers and all her doubts melted under the onslaught of his mouth. He kissed her slowly in a meshing of warmth, passion and need. He ended with soft pecks all over her face and smiled. Wonder and confusion flooded through him.
“You're quite an amazing sub, Samantha. No one has ever managed to surprise me before.” He placed another hard kiss on her lips. “I am quite pleased, luv.”
Samantha was too flabbergasted to talk and stared at him as he sat down again. But the satisfied smile on his face spoke volumes and she relaxed until he nodded at his friends.
“Keep edging her but no cock penetration. However, I want to see you licking and sucking her pussy dry.”
“Noo!” Samantha protested when Keon buried his face against her pussy with gusto, licking and lapping deep inside her with hard sucks that felt like he was drawing the life force from her body.
Rhone’s five friends took the task to assist in her punishment seriously and didn’t let up until all five had the opportunity to edge her again, sucking her dry every time her juices began to flow.
“Please! I’m sorry, Master Rhone! I didn’t mean to disobey you; I only wanted to keep you safe. Please, I beg you, no more!” Samantha was in despair. She’d never experienced such pain—pleasurable pain—that throbbed and threatened to break her resolve.
Her body trembled and she was covered in sweat, with her breathing sounding haggard and uneven. She panted, her chest heaving from the attempts to draw a proper breath.
Rhone got up and finally undressed, his eyes scorched her like hot coals as he settled between her legs.
“Untie her legs,” he ordered while massaging her thighs.
Max did as ordered; assisting her to lower her legs. Her moan of discomfort turned to a ragged sigh as Max and Pamela massaged her legs while Rhone slowly pushed his cock deep inside her pussy and bottomed out in one shove.
“Oohh,” she moaned, feeling every inch of his hardness settle inside her.
Rhone could feel the heat, her constantly clenching muscles around his shaft. Her satiny walls felt scorching hot against his steely length.
“This is the final part of your punishment, my pet. Don't disappoint me now.”
“What? No! Please I—”
“You were warned that I never back away from punishment.” His gaze softened. “No matter how much I’d like to, especially after your sweet declaration.”
“But―”
The look on his face silenced her and then he began to rock into her with slow, deep, and rhythmic thrusts that touched that swollen, sweet spot inside her with every slide. She gasped with every plunge, clenching her loins in a desperate attempt to keep from climaxing.
He watched her like a hawk and slowed when her breathing spiked. He kept edging her with varying degrees of speed, depth and power, ignoring her curses and pleas for release.
“Keep it back, sub. I’m warning you. You will not come, Ace,” he ordered as he finally powered into her with suppressed violence and strength that lifted her hips clear off the bed.
Samantha bit through her lip in an effort to do as instructed while screaming at the pleasure and sensations he elicited.
“Fuck! Yes,”
Rhone grunted, seconds before she felt the loss of his hard cock inside her.
The heat of his semen jetting onto her stomach and breasts caused her eyes to spring open. She panted and watched him pump his cock, emptying himself with a few short spurts over her belly. She whimpered as he aimed the final strong jet to squirt inside her pussy.
“You did well, luv. I'm very proud of you.”
Samantha watched him with dread filling her veins as he pushed off the bed.
“No. You can't be serious. Please, Master Razor, let me come!”
“No, Ace. This was punishment and I’ll never back down from correcting your actions, no matter how hard it might be for me as well. Always remember that. You won't come until I tell you to. Is that understood?”
The warning was clear. She wasn’t allowed to bring herself off either.
“I fucking hate you,” she declared as he untied her arms and drew her upright.
His laughter was deep and relaxed. “Yeah, but we both know it has nothing to do with what’s in your heart, don’t we?”
Samantha had no response to offer and clamped her lips together.
Rhone picked her up and carried her to the chair. He tenderly enfolded her in his arms.
“What do you have to say to the Masters and Mistress Pam, sub?”
She looked up to find the five people silently watching them, their expressions warm and caring, except for Keon. He appeared confused.
“Thank you, Masters and Mistress Pam for assisting in my punishment.”
They all laughed at the icy look she slanted at them.
“It was a pleasure. More so for Mistress Pam than us, I daresay,” Jack joked, still throbbing with desire after having felt her tight pussy wrap around the tip of his cock.
Once they trailed out of the room, Rhone settled back and arranged her legs so that she sat curled on his lap. He wrapped the light blanket that Pamela had handed him, around her and held her tight.
A comfortable silence settled between them. Samantha closed her eyes, feeling the heat of his hands as he continued to rub her arms and legs, slowly bringing her body down from the euphoric high they’d taken her to. Now and then she felt the warmth of his lips as he placed tender kisses on her brow and cheek.