by Opal Carew
She gazed intently at Steele. “Can I ask you something in confidence?”
“Shoot.”
“Is Shock married?”
As soon as she saw his grim expression, her heart clenched.
“Oh. You know about that,” he said.
* * *
Shock wasn’t in their bedroom when she got there. She peered in the bathroom, but he wasn’t there either. She sucked in a deep breath and stepped into the shower, then turned on the water. Afterward she toweled off and dressed. For the next hour she fidgeted restlessly, her thoughts a swirl of confusion.
A few hours later she heard the roar of an engine outside, coming up the long driveway to the big house.
Shock was back.
She sat on the love seat by the window, her arms wrapped tightly around her legs, rocking slightly.
She heard the front door open and close and then the rumble of male voices. Then she heard his footsteps on the stairs and a few seconds later the doorknob turned. Her gaze darted to the door as it opened.
Shock stood in the doorway, big and muscular and tough-looking in his leather jacket and worn jeans. Her heart ached at the sight of him.
His intense brown eyes met hers as he closed the door behind him.
“Liv, I want to apologize for earlier.”
She nodded. “And I’m sorry, too.”
He stepped farther into the room. “You have nothing to be sorry about. You only did what I asked you to do.” He sighed. “But look, let’s put it behind us.”
He sat down in the chair across from her. “Right now, I want to do something for you.”
“For me?”
He smiled, breaking the somber mood between them. “Well, I’m going to enjoy it, too.” He took her hand and stroked it with his thumb. “If you agree.”
“What is it?” Not that it mattered. She knew she’d do it, whatever it was.
“Well, you made a really good point earlier. That before you can really move on sexually, you should experience being with someone other than me.” He grinned. “Maybe a few someones.”
Her breath caught. “But I thought…” He’d been so adamant against it.
Excitement—and trepidation—skittered through her. But she nodded.
“Yes, Sir. Whatever you say.”
* * *
Liv donned the strange outfit Shock gave her. A harness of leather straps lined with soft suede crisscrossed her torso. Straps surrounded her breasts, which were completely exposed. As she gazed at herself in the mirror, her nipples jutted forward. God, she couldn’t go out in front of everyone like this. Her crotch was covered by a brief strip of soft leather, but she noticed it could be easily removed.
She sat down on the bed and grabbed one of the six-inch stiletto-heeled pumps lying in the box beside the one that had held the harness, and slipped it on her foot. It fit perfectly. Shock’s personal shopper really did know his stuff. She pulled on the other shoe and stood up.
She took a few steps, ensuring she could balance on these things, then she peered in the full-length mirror again. Wow, they made her legs look long and her breasts push forward, looking fuller and sexier. She took another few steps, gaining confidence in her ability to walk in them.
Glancing at the clock, she realized it had been fifteen minutes since Shock had left the bedroom to let her prepare. He’d be back for her in five minutes. She buckled the appropriate straps around her wrists and ankles, then walked to the window and gazed outside. The sun shone brightly and the whole afternoon was ahead of them.
She heard the doorknob turn and glanced around to see the door open.
* * *
Shock’s breath caught as soon as he saw her. Standing in front of the window like that, the sunlight washing over her fair skin, she looked stunning.
Her breasts, the nipples peaking forward, surrounded by the black straps, were sensational, and her perfect, curvy body fastened into the harness was a sight to behold. Her legs, already long and sexy, looked even longer and sexier in those high-heeled shoes.
He closed the door behind him and walked toward her, his cock already swelling in anticipation.
“God, you look incredibly sexy.”
“I look naked,” she said. Then her eyes flickered toward him and her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m not complaining.”
He chuckled. “Good. I have something else to add to your attire.” He held up the collar in his hand. “Turn around and lift your hair.”
She turned and grabbed her hair into a bunch, then lifted it while he wrapped the collar around her neck, then fastened it at the back. It had a series of three overlapping chains attached around the base in cascades, forming a scalloped look. A D-ring was attached to the front.
“Since you’re worried about your nipples being exposed, I have something to help with that.”
“You do?”
He pulled the jeweled nipple clamps from his pocket and held them up. They had black rubber on the tips for comfort, and little jewels hung from short chains on the ends. He opened one and clamped it around her erect nipple, then slid the small ring along the metal arms, tightening it.
“Oh.” Her gaze darted to his.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little.”
“Just a little?” He smiled. “Good.”
He attached the other, tightening it to the same level of intensity. Then he grabbed the leash, which he’d hung at his belt, and attached it to the ring on her collar.
“Let’s go.”
* * *
Liv’s nipples ached with the unfamiliar clamps pinching them. The smooth black rubber that surrounded her nipples squeezed them tightly, making them ache, but she was getting used to the sensation.
She felt a tug at her neck as Shock stepped forward. She followed him, walking carefully on the heels. When he opened the door, her stomach lurched.
Could she really do this? Walk down the stairs and onto the main floor where everyone would see her basically naked?
But the tug of the leash on her collar kept her moving forward. The heels clacked on the hardwood floor, then she was negotiating the steps in these crazy heels. Shock moved slowly, staying close in front of her, as she held on to the banister.
No one was in sight as they walked past the living room and down the hall to the kitchen. Then Shock opened the patio door and they stepped outside into the sunshine. She blinked at the change in light, then realized all five men were sitting around the teak table in the backyard. They all glanced up as she followed Shock outside.
Oh, God, she felt so exposed.
Shock was fully dressed in jeans and a leather vest, though his tattooed chest and arms were nicely revealed. The other men wore jeans and T-shirts.
Shock leaned in close and murmured in her ear. “Raven and Tempest are willing to join us, if that would make you more comfortable.”
She shook her head, knowing it would just embarrass her more for the women to see her having sex with the men.
“You sure? They can take some of the … uh, pressure.”
Her gaze flickered to his. “Oh, I … don’t know.” She realized she was trembling and Shock noticed it, too.
“We’ll keep that in reserve. If you decide you want them here, just let me know.”
She nodded, her cheeks flaming at the knowledge that all the men were looking at her naked breasts.
“To make things easier, I’m going to take control, but if things get uncomfortable for you, remember the safe word.”
He’d never reminded her of it before. In fact, he’d made it clear when they’d discussed the contract that it was up to her to remember it and use it if she needed to. He hadn’t wanted to be reminded that this wasn’t absolutely real.
She nodded. “I remember.”
“Now, are you ready to service my friends?” he asked in a commanding tone.
Her gaze lowered to the ground. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He tugged on the leash and led
her to a rustic rectangular picnic table with attached flat benches. “Sit facing me.”
She sat down, the table at her back. He leaned down and she felt his fingers at her ankle, then she heard a metallic click. She moved her ankle and a chain clinked. He attached a chain to her other ankle, too, then he tightened the chains to draw her ankles apart, opening her legs.
He reached down and tugged the strip of leather from her crotch, and she gasped, intensely aware that her intimate folds were exposed to view. The other men had followed them to the table and now stood staring at her with heat in their eyes. All of them sported growing bulges in their jeans.
“Fuck, you are one hot piece,” Dom said as his gaze burrowed into her crotch.
“Dom,” Shock said in an admonishing tone.
Dom lifted his gaze to her face. “Oh, sorry. You are one hot woman.”
“Who wants to touch her first?” Shock asked.
Steele’s eyes glinted. “I think Wild Card should have the honor. After all, he’s been left in the lurch.”
Liv gazed at Shock, looking for any sign of jealousy as Wild Card grinned and stepped forward.
“Yeah, my pleasure.” Wild Card crouched down in front of her, a broad smile on his face, and smoothed her hair back. “Now we get to finish what we started.”
She tried to smile, but her lips quivered. His fingers still rested on her face and he stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll enjoy this,” he murmured, low enough that the others couldn’t hear. “If not, just say so.”
She nodded and gave him a tremulous smile.
He stroked her neck, then his hands glided down her arms. His gaze dropped to her naked breasts, the jewels of the nipple clamps glittering in the sunshine. He flicked one of the gems, sending it swaying. Her nipple tingled.
“Very pretty.” His gaze shifted back to her face. “And I don’t mean the diamonds.”
Wild Card cupped her breast and he lifted the weight in his hand. Then he cupped the other. His fingers were warm and gentle. He slid one hand down her side and over her thigh. When it closed in on her crotch, she held her breath. But he just traced circles with his finger on her sensitive inner thigh, about an inch from her intimate folds, sending warm sensations fluttering through her.
Then his fingers slid away and he stood up. He unzipped his jeans and his erect cock dropped forward, close to her face. It wasn’t as long as Shock’s, but it was impossibly wide, its tip flushed pink.
“Slave, touch him,” Shock said.
“Yes, Sir.”
She reached forward and wrapped her hand around his thick erection.
“Now do whatever he tells you to do.”
She gazed up at Wild Card.
He grinned. “I think you know what I want.”
She stroked his hard shaft, the silky skin gliding over the iron rod. His cock twitched within her grip, telling her he was enjoying this, but she knew he wanted more.
She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to his cock-head, then flicked her tongue over him, tasting the salty drop on the top.
“Oh, nice,” he murmured.
She opened her lips and took his big head inside, then glided downward. She squeezed as she glided back.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Hey, I’d like to get in on this action.”
Dom stood beside Wild Card now, his jeans gone, his hefty cock facing her. She grasped him and stroked. He was just as thick as Wild Card, but his head was more bulbous and the area around the base was completely shaved.
“Suck me, too,” Dom instructed.
She pulled free of Wild Card’s cock and pressed her lips to Dom’s member. His fingers coiled in her hair, and when she opened around him, he drew her close with a firm grip, feeding his cock slowly, but relentlessly into her. Just as she felt she was going to gag, he drew back, gliding out slowly.
Now Magic stood on the other side of her, his cock free and naked. She let go of Wild Card’s erection and grasped Magic’s. As she stroked him, Dom glided his cock in and out of her mouth. Finally, he released her and she shifted to Magic’s cock. Once he was in her mouth, she moved her head back and forth on him while she stroked Wild Card and Dom with her hands.
“Hey, guys, we all want a chance.” At Steele’s words, all three men moved back and Steele and Rip stepped close to her.
Rip’s erection was impressive. Then her gaze settled on Steele’s. Oh, God, Steele had the biggest cock of them all.
She wrapped a hand around each of them and began to stroke. Her fingers couldn’t even meet around Steele’s giant shaft.
They were both solid as rock. She took Rip in her mouth, his cockhead big as a plum, and sucked. His groan filled her with satisfaction. Then she glided down his shaft. After a few stokes of her mouth, she slipped away, then gazed at Steele’s cock, wondering how she would fit it in her mouth.
She opened—wide—and stretched her lips around his even bigger cockhead. It stretched her mouth, but she fit it inside. She began to suck him, teasing his tip with her tongue, then gliding around the ridge.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good.”
She cupped his balls as she took him a little deeper, trying to get him halfway down, but failing. She glided back and sucked again.
Finally, she slipped off and returned to Rip’s cock.
“Oh, yeah, honey,” Rip said as he stroked her hair back.
She bobbed up and down on him for a few strokes, then pulled away to return to Steele, but before she wrapped her lips around him, Shock interrupted.
“Stop.” Shock was standing beside Rip now.
Steele and Rip gave him room as he stepped in front of her and knelt down.
He stroked her face. “You’re doing great, Liv.” Then he leaned in and kissed her. When he released her lips, he shifted just a breath away. “Are you still okay with this?” he asked quietly.
She nuzzled his temple. “Yes, Sir,” she murmured against his ear.
He eased back and smiled, then he nuzzled her neck, sending tingles through her whole body. His lips brushed lightly over her skin as he moved down her chest to her breast. He stopped and gazed at her nipple, still pinched by the clamp he’d attached earlier.
“So pretty,” he said as he flicked the dangling gem. Then he tightened it.
Oh, God, it hurt … but felt so good at the same time. He tightened the other one and she whimpered. His gaze shifted to her face, assessing, then he smiled.
“Your nipples look so pretty pinched tight with glittering jewels hanging from them.” His smile broadened. “Maybe we’ll have to think about getting them pierced.”
Pierced? Oh, Lord. She didn’t even want to think about it. But a curious part of her wondered … What would it be like?
He licked the tip of one of her nipples.
Then Shock’s lips were moving again. Over her stomach. She tried to move her knees together, embarrassed at the thought of him kissing her down there with the other men watching, but the chains on her ankles kept her legs spread wide.
His tongue lapped against her intimate folds in a gentle caress, dragging her entire attention to him. Then his fingers glided over her slick flesh and one slid inside her.
“Fuck, I love how wet you are.”
He slid in another finger and his tongue found her clit. While the other men watched, he slid his fingers deeper into her and he teased her clit with flicking motions. Pleasure swelled within her. As he stroked her passage with his fingers, gliding deeper and faster, his tongue teasing her sensitive bud mercilessly, a haze of bliss grew around her. But, aware of the men around her, she didn’t think she could let go enough to find her release.
The pleasure built within her and she leaned back against the table, arching forward, her breathing labored. Shock’s hand wandered up her body, then the underside of her breast, his fingers teasing her aureole, near the tight clamp on her nipple. The barrage of pleasurable sensations was so powerful, she wanted to let herself go to th
e orgasm so badly … but she couldn’t …
Shock’s mouth left her briefly, only a breath away, and he gazed at her. “Come for me, sweetheart.” Then his mouth was on her again and he suckled.
Her hold on reality slipped away and she moaned loudly as the intense sensations swept her away to a state of ecstasy.
He kept her arching and moaning for a long time, and when he finally eased up and her orgasm waned, she found herself arched backward, her head hanging over the table.
She felt fingers brushing her ankles as the chains were unfastened from her ankle straps. She sat up and gazed at Shock’s smiling face. He offered his hand and she took it, then he drew her to her feet.
“Now, slave, you will lean over the end of the table, legs wide, so we can see how wet and pretty your pussy is.”
Shock guided her to the end of the table and pressed her down until she was leaning over it, resting her elbows on the rough wooden surface.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
A shiver of nervousness skittered through her, but she answered, “Yes, Sir.”
She felt someone step behind her—she didn’t know who—and his arm came around her waist and drew her against the hard planes of his body.
His whisker-roughened face brushed against her cheek. “It’s me,” Wild Card said, and she relaxed a little. Of all Shock’s friends, she felt most comfortable with Wild Card.
Then his rock-hard cock brushed her slick folds and she stiffened. He glided along her slit a few times, getting her used to the feel of him, then he pressed against her opening.
“I’m going inside now.” He nuzzled her ear, sending tingles down her spine. His hand cupped her breast as he eased forward slowly, his cockhead pushing inside her, hard and thick.
A little panic flickered through her as she thought about this strange man’s cock pushing into her. But he wasn’t a stranger. She trusted and felt safe with him.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She drew in a couple of deep breaths as calm settled over her again and finally she nodded. She wanted this. Wanted to feel him inside her.
She wanted to experience sex with men other than Shock. To know she wasn’t afraid anymore.