RopedHitchedandLassoed

by Ann Jacobs

  “Then why not take it out?”

  He bit her earlobe, hard. “Because you seem to like the way it feels inside your sweet pussy. And because it adds to my pleasure when you play with it with your tongue.”

  “Oh.”

  He loved it when she couldn’t think of a proper comeback. “The Ampellang’s not going anywhere, baby. Not as long as it gives you pleasure. I’d even have it stretched some more if you’d like to feel me wearing a thicker barbell.”

  She sighed as she watched Ninia kneel between Jared’s legs and go down again on his large, impressive cock. Deep, fast, her head bobbed up and down until Brad was so hard it was all he could do to stop himself from grabbing Keely and fucking her mouth, her cunt…

  He fished a condom out of a deep pocket in his robe, ripped it open and peeled it carefully over his dick. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked, shifting her so her rear hole was within easy reach.

  “Not except by the machine at the dungeon.” He thought he felt her tremble, hoped it was with excitement, not fear, as he smeared the contents of a tube of lubricant as far up her anal passage as the applicator nozzle could reach, and over his sheathed erection.

  He squeezed her breasts, then set her on his lap facing away from him. His sheathed cock twitched when it came in contact with the crack of her taut, inviting ass. “I want you to watch Ninia and Jared while I introduce your tight little ass to its personal fucking machine.” With that Brad lifted Keely, rolling her swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers as he slowly lowered her backside onto his rampant erection.

  Fuck but her ass was tight. If it hadn’t been for the condom, he figured he’d have come as soon as he worked his way past her anal sphincter and seated himself balls-deep in her rear hole. As it was he had to fight to maintain control. “Be still, baby. Watch Ninia and Jared. See how they’re both damp with sweat. Tell me what you’re seeing, what turns you on.”

  Brad reached around and tugged on Keely’s nipples, his motion rhythmic—in time with the way Jared twisted his wrist, jiggling the chain between his wife’s breasts while he used the other hand to force her head up and down on his cock. Ninia’s cheeks rose and fell as though they’d choreographed the motion, perfected it as only long-time lovers could. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

  Keely wiggled her butt, and Brad punished her by pushing two fingers in her cunt and rubbing his thumb over her throbbing clit. “Oh yes, Master. Hurt me. Hurt me the way Jared’s hurting Ninia.”

  “Like this, my sweet slave?” Tensing his thigh muscles, Brad pushed himself deeper into her ass. He finger-fucked her cunt until she screamed and a stream of hot pussy juices pooled in his palm. “Not very obedient, are you? I didn’t give you permission to come.”

  “I’m sorry, Master.” Keely spoke so softly he could hardly hear her, but her excited yelp reverberated around the large room. Obviously it wasn’t only his fucking that had pushed her over the edge, he decided when he looked over at the bed and noticed that Ninia now had straddled his brother’s face while she deep-throated him.

  Ninia’s practically bald head bobbed up and down while Jared’s strained up off the pillows so he could tongue-fuck her gleaming pussy. He dug his fingers into her plump buttocks, controlling her the way Brad longed to control Keely and bring her to ever-deepening orgasms. How could Keely not have tumbled over the edge when she was watching Jared’s show while Brad was fucking her ass, stimulating every highly erogenous spot on her delectable body?

  “You’re forgiven, this time. Down on your knees now and close your eyes. Don’t say a word, and don’t move. I’ll make your punishment light, but you’re gonna come again when I say it’s time.” While Keely positioned herself on all fours in front of the fireplace, Brad peeled off the condom and replaced it with another one. Good thing he’d spotted one of Jared’s floggers in the bathroom closet, he thought, eyeing the faint marks John had left on Keely’s tender skin last night at the dungeon. He raised the small whip and started to inflict the pain she seemed to need then changed his mind.

  Keely’s skin was creamy smooth and redhead-pale, with a few freckles he could hardly distinguish from the slight bruises on her back and buttocks. They fascinated him, and he couldn’t resist running the metal-tipped silk ribbons of the flogger along the length of her spine, watching her muscles twitch despite his order for her not to move. “Be still.” He set the flogger aside and went on his knees behind her submissively raised butt. “I’m going to take you in the pussy, doggy-style. You’re not to come until I tell you to.” The musky smells of sex surrounded them. Jared’s terse order for Ninia to ride him reminded Brad that two pairs of ears could hear every command he voiced to Keely. It didn’t bother him—he’d been in the dungeon business too long not to have experienced public sex, even participated in more than one ménage—but it brought home the fact that when he was with Keely he didn’t need a scene. For the first time he realized he’d be just as happy to have her for himself, claim the intimacy that two people in love would sometimes want to have…their most physical moments between just the two of them.

  Right now he saw that Keely’s cunt lips glistened with the dampness of arousal. His cock ached for release. He grabbed her butt cheeks and positioned her, stopping to caress the taut twin mounds before pulling her cunt in line with his cock and thrusting home. “Be a good slave now. Squeeze my cock. Imagine me claiming you like this in front of everybody in the dungeon one Saturday night.” Her tensing beneath him hinted she wasn’t all that much into exhibitionism, at least right now. “Come on, fuck me now. Jared and Ninia are so tied up with each other, they wouldn’t notice if a hundred other couples were fucking each other on their bedroom floor.”

  “Mmmm.” Apparently Keely was taking to heart his order not to speak. Her cunt spoke clearly enough, though, squeezing and releasing his cock with every thrust, coaxing out the orgasm he’d been fighting for what seemed like hours.

  He fucked her hard, feeling the mouth of her womb on his cock head with each inward motion. His balls bounced against her hot, wet outer lips. The slapping sounds of flesh on flesh surrounded them. He had to come. Couldn’t wait much longer.

  Leaning over her, he thrust two fingers into Keely’s mouth, felt her begin to suckle. “Now, baby. Feel me coming into your hot, wet cunt and let go all that pent-up energy. Scream if you want to. It’s okay.”

  “God, yes, Master Brad. Oh yes, I’m coming. Hurts so good.” She sucked hard on his fingers then bit down on them when her climax began.

  He lost it. Letting out a scream, he started to come. Felt so good. So fucking good. Burying himself deep inside her, he held her there until she stopped trembling. Then he rolled onto his back, taking her with him while the strongest orgasm he’d ever had kept on going, leaving him sweating and sexually drained.

  It was the best fuck he could recall ever having enjoyed.

  Chapter Four

  By the time Brad pulled the Bearcat into the garage beside his big red truck, snow had started falling again and the wind had practically blown them off the pathway. There’d be no getting home tonight for Keely.

  That didn’t bother her nearly as much as it had last night, before she’d learned a lot more about Brad than the fact that he was a skilled Dom she dared not see outside the dungeon. She followed him into the house, eager despite her lingering reservations to learn more, see if she might actually trust him enough to give him her full-time submission. At least when they were at home alone.

  “Hmmm. Smells like the bunkhouse cook brought us over some of his famous chili and cornbread,” he said once she stepped inside and started peeling off Diana’s ski togs. “Shall we have some before we go upstairs?”

  Part of Keely wanted to skip the food and go directly to Brad’s room, but then her stomach gave a very unladylike growl. She grinned. “Guess that means I think we should try some of that chili first.”

  “Good. Sit over there at the table and I’ll serve it up. Hope you
like it hot.”

  “Yes. Just so long as it doesn’t burn my throat so much I won’t be able to service you later.” The picture of Ninia servicing Jared that way had kept Keely wet all the way home. It had also cemented the image of Jared’s slave a picture of submission with that pair of good-sized nipple rings and a gold chain dangling between them.

  “Jared won’t let Ninia go out without a wig. That’s her fetish, not his.” Brad rubbed his nose through Keely’s hair while setting two glasses and a carton of milk onto the table.

  He must have been psychic. “How did you know I was thinking about your brother and his wife?”

  Brad looked back at her from the stove, where he was ladling soup into two huge mugs. “Because I thought the same thing when I first found out about that fetish. It shocked me so much when I first saw Ninia’s bald head that I talked to Jared about it.” Setting the mugs, a pan of cornbread and the butter dish from the refrigerator onto a tray, he brought it all to the table and took a seat across from Keely. “Eat up.”

  Keely observed the steam coming off her soup mug. It was way too hot. “Why does he shave her head?” The pussy she could understand, lots of submissive women shaved their pubes for their Masters’ pleasure. If Brad wanted her to, she’d shave her pussy every day. She might even consent to having her nipples pierced, though she wasn’t at all sure about hanging a chain between them. But her head?

  “Like I said, it’s her fetish, not his. Before Jared she’d had a master who trained her to expect and crave the darker sides of bondage and submission. He was another military guy who died in Afghanistan several years before she met Jared, and he left her with a real taste for voyeurism, ménages, public humiliation, exhibitionism—and Karada bondage. Apparently he introduced her to the sensual pleasure of having her head shaved. Jared’s a Dom, never doubt that. But if not for Ninia’s need for kink he probably considers extreme, he’d satisfy his need to master her with an occasional club scene, a few good sex toys and a cat-o’-nine.”

  “You’re saying he shaves her head because it turns her on to be bald?”

  “Pretty much. At least that’s what Jared says.”

  Keely tested the chili again, smiled. “I think the chili’s cool enough to eat now. Ooh, it’s delicious.”

  Brad grinned and lifted his mug.”Mmmm. Charley does know how to make chili.” He buttered a slice of cornbread and devoured it in four bites. “Did you realize that the most important job of a master is to bring pleasure to his slave, no matter what it takes?”

  Keely had never thought of it quite that way, but she guessed Brad was right. “Are you a good master?”

  “I hope so.” He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “I aim to please you, that’s for sure.”

  Keely met his gaze then stared out at the snow blowing outside the expanse of windows in the large, cozy kitchen. “I never thought before today that there could be anything erotic about having a shaved head. Vince sometimes shaves my mom, but when he does it’s to punish her for something. To humiliate her.”

  “I saw that kind of punishment, too, when Diana was with her bastard ex-husband. From what you’ve told me about your stepfather, he sounds a lot like Gareth. By the time we got enough evidence on him to get him tossed in jail, he’d practically destroyed my sister. She spent months in rehab down in Denver, getting him out of her system. She couldn’t give up the lifestyle, so she made a switch.”

  “Your sister’s a Domme?” Keely had trouble picturing a woman obviously as submissive as Ninia or more so, suddenly switching, that is unless she’d taken so much abuse for so long that she wanted to turn the tables.

  “That’s one I have a hard time believing, but she swears she is. She even comes in the dungeon now and then to service a couple of male subs who seem to thrive on pain. That will end soon though, because they’re moving out to Vegas. Can’t say I’m sorry I won’t be seeing them in the club much longer. It makes no sense to me, getting off on having your balls walked on with a woman’s stiletto heels or wearing a cock cage that jabs spikes into you if you dare to get a hard-on.”

  Brad shook his head then reached over and stroked Keely’s forearm. “Come on, enough of this. Even thinking about what my sister does to submissives makes my cock start to shrivel up. Not a good thing if we’re going to spend the next few days riding out the storm, seeing if we can make this work. Let’s go to bed.”

  * * * * *

  Keely lay on the black leather recliner across from a matching sofa, naked except for one of Brad’s dress shirts she’d left open in front. No need for modesty. He’d claimed her pussy, her mouth, even her tight rear passage that had never felt a man’s pulsating shaft before today. He’d kissed and nibbled every square inch of her body, and while they relaxed in the sunken hot tub he’d set her on its marble edge and made her pussy as soft and smooth as a baby’s butt.

  He’d ordered her to shave him too, maintaining that iron control of his while she clipped then shaved off every last bit of his dark pubic curls. Funny she hadn’t noticed before that he’d always kept his cock and balls smooth except for the neatly trimmed patch he’d just had her remove. After she was done, she felt compelled to sample his long, thick cock, verify that it and his balls were as velvety soft as they looked. She’d even traced around his baby-smooth asshole with one finger. Amazingly he hadn’t punished her for her daring, just banished her from the bathroom so he could shave his face.

  Finally he emerged from the bathroom, beautifully naked. He took her breath, his cock swollen, his smooth balls pulled taut against his body, powerful muscles rippling beneath the surface of smooth, tanned skin. The man had practically no body hair, whether by nature or frequent waxing. Keely didn’t care. She wanted nothing more than to go on her knees and service her magnificent master, but he stretched out over her, claiming her mouth in a warm, wet kiss that sent powerful waves of need to every cell of her body. As he tongue-fucked her, she felt him slip a hand between them and attach nipple clips to first one and then the other already aroused nub of flesh. The bite of the clips hurt, but he flailed the tips with his fingers, pulling away and sliding down her body. When he cupped her breasts and pulled them together so he could lick both constricted nipples at once, the pain began to dull, replaced by a glow of desire as her tortured nipples swelled in their restraints and poked at his questing lips.

  “I love seeing your nipples like this, all red and swollen and ready to catch between my teeth. I want you to have them pierced for me so they’ll be like this all the time without causing you pain,” he said, his words sending a shiver all the way to her needy pussy. With that he gently removed the clips and sucked the pain away, leaving her frantic—frantic to have him burst the climactic bubble that already had her aching…throbbing in every hole he might choose to fill.

  “Please, Master, fuck me now.” She reached up and dragged her hand down the length of his smooth chest and belly, stopping when she curled her fingers around the throbbing length of his smooth, hot sex, using one thumb to sample a drop of creamy lubrication she saw glistening in the slit at its tip. “How do you get yourself so silky smooth? I seem to remember a time when you were fairly hairy.”

  He chuckled. “I have myself waxed every couple of weeks, all over except for that patch of hair I just had you shave off. I kept it so I wouldn’t look just like a pre-pubescent kid down there.”

  “Why? It must hurt a lot.”

  “It doesn’t feel any too good, but I’ve been enduring waxings ever since I first serviced a shy, redheaded sub at Roped and Lassoed and scraped her incredibly sensitive skin so much I was afraid I might have really hurt her.” Brad looked up at her then bent and drew his tongue along her swollen slit. “Baby, that sub was you.”

  “Really?” She curled her fingers around his cock. “You’re so hard inside, so soft outside. Like satin over steel.”

  “I can tell you want my cock, baby. And I want to fuck you so much I’m aching.” Cupping her pussy, he slipped on
e finger in inside, another just past her anal sphincter. “I don’t like scratching your sweet cunt, any more than I like having anything between me and your soft, sexy little body, dulling the sensations.”

  His serious tone left no doubt he’d wanted to please her a lot more than he’d ever indicated at the club. For some reason that pushed Keely closer to the edge of being his full-time sub than any of the arguments he’d given her before.

  Not to mention that what he was doing to her had her ready to come. He kept licking her clit, nibbling at her hairless outer lips, delving his tongue deep into her weeping pussy then inserting a large dildo where his mouth had been. “I hope you like your cunt bare, because I intend to keep it that way.”

  “Oh yes.” Keely liked it, basked in the pure eroticism of his bare flesh caressing hers, the titillating feeling, knowing there’d be nothing between them dulling the sensation of two lovers becoming one. “Please fuck me now,” she begged, knowing she was drenching him with pussy juices that bathed them both. “I’m—”

  When he raised his head, his cheeks and lips glistened with her juices. “No need to be embarrassed, baby. I love it when you get hot for me. Stand up and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. In my own personal dungeon. I’ve been waiting for the right woman to initiate it with me.”

  Her heart beat faster when she saw him open a mirrored door that led not into a closet as she’d thought, but a small yet imaginatively equipped torture chamber.

  Creamy walls held a black iron St. Andrew’s Cross as well as strategically placed stainless steel handcuffs and leg irons with what looked like soft, faux fur padding. A small, stainless steel table with stirrups and a thick leather pad was centered on the floor, whose red plush carpeting felt springy against her bare feet. Along the other wall was a recessed cabinet whose glass doors revealed all sorts of toys that made her pussy twitch with anticipation. And the ceiling boasted a bevel-edged mirror centered above the table.