A bottle of lubricant. Something that looked like a long, slender lightbulb. A small metal vibrator that resembled a bullet. A foil packet of condoms. A small pillow.
“Luca, could you lift Samantha’s skirt, please?” Samantha trembled with anticipation as the hulking man grinned down at her.
She hadn’t paid much attention to him before, but he was really good-looking, in an animalistic kind of way. The fact that he was about to participate in this scene made her look at him in an entirely different light.
“With pleasure.” Luca moved behind her, and Samantha instantly felt small and fragile. The top of her head barely came level with his shoulders as he smoothed his hands over the sides of her breasts, over her waist, and down over the curve of her ass.
With smooth fingers, he gathered up the clinging fabric, bunching it around her waist and revealing the sheer thong that Elijah had made her dress in.
“Look at that ass,” he said admiringly. Samantha shivered, knowing his eyes were on her. “It’s a pity E says you’re not into pain. That ass would be gorgeous if it was all pink from my whip.”
Samantha cast an alarmed stare at Elijah. At the same time she was mollified by the fact that he had clearly spoken to his friend about this scene already, and had set boundaries.
And he’d been observant enough to notice that she didn’t much care for the whip—or the crop, or the palm of a hand.
She could have kissed him for it. Later, she would.
“Bend her over the bench for me, would you, Luca?” Large hands pressed against Samantha’s back, urging her down until she lay along the top of the bench, the padded top pressed into her stomach. “And no, she’s not the sub for your sadistic tendencies, I’m afraid. But I think you’ll enjoy some fun with her anyway.”
She shifted, a bit uncomfortable as Elijah bound her wrists to the remaining two legs of the table. But then he gently slid the small pillow from his toy bag between her chin and the wood, adjusting her so that she faced forward, could see everything happening directly in front of her, though she was able to rest her head in comfort.
“Stay just like that, Sammie Cat.” Elijah grazed her cheekbone with his knuckles, then moved out of her line of vision. She heard him conferring with Luca in hushed tones, and though she strained to hear, she couldn’t make out what was being said.
The anticipation was driving her mad.
“Go ahead, Luca,” Elijah said before strolling back into her line of view. He walked a few feet away from her, turned to face her, and planted his feet.
From behind her, Samantha felt the fabric of her panties being slowly peeled down her bottom.
“What should I start with?” Luca wondered aloud. “I have a vibrator that will make your pussy cream, and I have a plug to get you ready for my friend’s cock. Decisions, decisions.”
His dirty words made her entire body clench, and she heard him laugh.
“Responsive little subbie, E. Lucky for you that you saw her first. I bet I could make her like a bit of pain.”
“Indeed it is lucky for me.” Elijah’s words were quiet but serious.
Samantha looked up at him, felt a surge of helpless lust and some other emotion swarm through her.
“I think I’ll start with the plug,” Luca said. Moments later Samantha felt something cold drizzle over the cheeks of her ass.
“No!” Frantically she tried to raise her head, to look at Elijah. They hadn’t discussed that. And that did not sound like fun at all.
She bucked on the bench, unable to move very far because of the restraints, and was astonished when she felt heat surge between her legs.
Rather than reassuring, when Elijah moved to stand in front of her and called out her name, his voice was stern, his face displeased. She quivered, then looked at the ground, not wanting to see disappointment in his eyes.
He placed one firm finger beneath her chin, then lifted her head so she had to look at him.
“Samantha, do little subs get to say no?”
A retort was hot on her tongue. She had to bite it back, swallow it down, knowing by now that if she continued to protest, the men would devise something that she might like even less.
“I asked you a question.” His finger tapped beneath her chin, causing her teeth to snap together.
“No. Sir,” she added when Elijah raised an eyebrow at her.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said in a sickly sweet tone that she hoped covered her sarcasm. She just couldn’t stay silent.
They were about to put something in her rear end. She wasn’t looking forward to that. Yet since she was tied down and helpless, she supposed she would have to grin and bear it.
“This will warm up soon enough,” Luca said matter-of-factly as his fingers trailed through the slickness of the lubricant. Samantha flinched as he massaged it into the crevice between her buttocks, his fingers finding and pressing against the tight rosette of flesh that lay hidden there.
“Aah!” Samantha cried out when he pressed hard, his finger demanding entrance. Though her body clenched in protest, his finger worked its way through the tight ring of muscle and slid inside her, waking nerve endings that she hadn’t even known she possessed.
“Oh my God.” She wasn’t sure that the invasion felt good exactly, but still she squirmed on the bench as Luca worked his finger in and out of her, her eyes on Elijah the entire time. He was watching her with an almost lazy expression on his face as he slowly undid the zipper of his leather pants, revealing a cock that was semihard and growing more erect by the moment.
Luca’s finger slid out of her bottom, and to Samantha’s incredible surprise she whimpered at the loss of sensation. Then something larger, harder nudged against her opening, and she knew what was about to happen.
Oh, shit.
“When I count to three, push back against me,” Luca advised her, rotating the tip of the plug against her opening. “It’s going to burn, but I promise that after a minute it will feel so good.”
“I . . .” Samantha’s voice was shaky, and she didn’t think trusting a stranger with a penchant for pain was the brightest idea—not that she had a choice. But she was also more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. She knew there was no judgment here, but the fact that her body was thrilling to something so forbidden felt wrong somehow.
And yet she was wet—wet and aching for more. And all the while Elijah stood in front of her, idly stroking his cock as he watched his friend working an anal plug inside her, as if he had all the time in the world.
“Three!” As she’d been instructed, Samantha pushed back against the plug as Luca pushed forward. Her eyes widened and she sucked air in through her teeth as the burn he’d spoken of came.
She whimpered as the intrusion worked itself inside her, stretching her, the heat reminding her of her hot glass. And then the plug was fully inside, the base nestled against her skin. She slowly moved her hips, found that it made the plug shift in ways that both hurt and awakened, and she decided to remain still.
“God, you’re hot,” Luca said as he pulled her panties back over her ass. “I can’t wait to be inside your mouth.”
Samantha looked at Elijah as a wave of heat rolled through her. He smiled back.
“Use the vibrator on her now, Luca.” Elijah slid his pants a little bit lower on his hips, and Samantha eagerly drank in the sight of his flat belly. “Go ahead and make her come.”
“What a pretty sub.” The new voice was female and unfamiliar. As Samantha heard the vibrator whir to life from behind her, felt the first electric press of it against her clit through her panties, she saw a woman dressed in Domme gear and a muscular young man with a collar and a leash approach Elijah. “Look at that flush she’s getting from having you watch her. That’s a testament to your ownership, Elijah.”
“She’s very responsive,” Elijah agreed, and even through the pleasure centered at her clit, Samantha felt her spirits sink. He hadn’t said anything about ownership. Not that she wanted to
be owned—not exactly—but she knew she wanted to be Elijah’s even after this month was done.
His eyes on her, Elijah inclined his head to the big, beautiful blond Domme.
“Mistress Cathryn, do you think I might borrow your sub for a few minutes?” He never looked away from Samantha, and her heart began to pound even faster, as she understood that he had something else planned for her.
“Certainly, Elijah. Danny would love to serve you in any way he can.” The young man she had called Danny gazed up at her with an adoring look as she tugged on his leash.
Elijah nodded, then slid his pants lower on his hips, revealing the entirety of his cock.
“Samantha once told me that she fantasized about watching two men together. I would like to play out part of that fantasy for her.”
Samantha jerked against her restraints as the words sank in. Her body clenched with anticipation, then sagged with disbelief.
What? He wanted to play out her fantasy for her? Samantha opened her mouth—to say what, she had no idea—but Luca chose that moment to slip the vibrator from outside of her panties to the inside of her slick vagina, and she cried out wordlessly instead.
Elijah waited a long moment as Samantha stared up at him and thrashed on the bench, the vibrator making coils of need swirl tightly inside her. She understood he was asking if this was truly what she wanted.
“You would do this . . . for me?” she finally managed, gasping out the words. “But . . . you . . . I didn’t know you were interested in . . . men.”
Was he? He had never said so one way or another when they’d discussed their fantasies.
He cast her a wicked grin as Mistress Cathryn nudged at her sub with her boot, urging him down to his knees in front of Elijah.
“I’ll always choose a woman as my sub,” Elijah told her, handing a foil packet to Danny, who accepted it and held it with his teeth. “But I’m not averse to finding pleasure in a situation like this, where the end result is a fantasy fulfilled for you.”
Oh. My. God. Samantha wasn’t sure she could believe what was about to happen.
“Put the condom on my cock, sub,” Elijah commanded Danny, never tearing his eyes from Samantha. To her he said, “If at any point you decide you don’t want this, you just use your safe word. Okay?”
“Yes.” Breathless, she nodded. And then her entire body tightened in anticipation as the sub named Danny peeled the foil back from the condom.
“Slowly. Make sure my sub can see.”
Samantha sank her teeth into her lower lip as, with theatrical gestures, Danny pinched the tip of the condom, then rolled it over the head of Elijah’s erection.
Samantha’s eyes eagerly drank in the sight of the stranger’s trembling fingers, rolling the latex down the rigid length that she ached to have inside her.
Elijah kept his eyes on her, watching, she knew, to make sure that this was what she wanted.
Oh, she wanted it. There was no doubt about that.
She watched as Danny smoothed the condom the rest of the way down Elijah’s shaft. The condom secured, the other sub sat back on his heels, his head bowed, awaiting further instruction.
A lightning-quick bolt of jealousy shot through her. She wasn’t upset that Danny was touching Elijah—no, that was the single most erotic sight she’d ever encountered.
But Danny was so graceful, seemed so comfortable in his submission. Samantha yearned to be the same way.
“More?” Elijah asked her.
Samantha shuddered, then nodded, breathless.
He bent his head, said something to Danny, something Samantha couldn’t hear.
Then the male sub tentatively began to stroke his fingers up and down Elijah’s cock.
Samantha watched as pleasure rippled over Elijah’s face, a look she well knew by now. Her womb clenched with escalating need as she watched the other sub’s strokes grow faster.
Though his face had flushed, Elijah never took his eyes from her.
“No, Danny.” The sharp voice of Mistress Cathryn broke through the thick heat, and Samantha flicked her stare over to the woman. Though the woman carried quite a bit of excess flesh, she was still surrounded by a sexual . . . energy, Samantha supposed she would call it.
She could see the appeal the Domme held for the male sub. But Samantha wanted only Elijah.
“Danny, I do not give you permission to touch yourself.” Mistress Cathryn’s voice was sharp. The male sub sat back on his heels with a high-pitched whine that reminded Samantha of a puppy.
She watched as his fingers clenched on Elijah’s erection. At the same time Luca pulled the small vibrator out of her pulsating vagina and began to work it in and out in small, hard strokes.
Samantha was hit with a tidal wave of lust. When she opened her mouth to speak, her words were desperate.
“Elij— I mean, Sir. Oh, please, Sir.” She was suddenly envious of Danny again, the sensation so fierce that it scared her.
She wanted to be the one making Elijah’s breath come faster. She wanted her fingers on his cock, her name on his lips.
“Please what, sub?” With a wicked grin cast her way, Elijah rocked his hips into Danny’s grip.
She squirmed. She didn’t want to say it out loud.
“Better hurry up, little subbie.” Elijah groaned lightly, then rocked his hips forward again. “If you don’t beg me before Danny makes me come, then I’ll leave you to Luca’s mercies. And I’m quite certain his mercies will include a flogger.”
Somehow, though she wasn’t fond of pain, the mental picture only heated her more. From behind her Luca chuckled, tugging on the base of the anal plug as he continued to work the vibrator in and out.
“I would be more than happy to have you in my care, little one. I have an urge to lock you in the stocks and to teach you what the kiss of my cat-o’-nine-tails feels like.” Slamming the vibrator deep inside her, Luca slid his large fingers over the engorged nub of her clit. “It’s my favorite flogger. So don’t beg on my account.”
Samantha couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.
Her entire being was focused on reaching that peak that Luca held so frustratingly just out of reach.
“Fuck.” Samantha’s gaze was torn back to Elijah as he moaned out loud. Though the male sub was moving slowly, so slowly, Samantha couldn’t be sure that Elijah wouldn’t come at any moment.
She wanted his orgasm for herself.
“Please, Sir.” The words stuck in her throat and nearly choked her. Begging was hard. She wouldn’t have done it for anyone but Elijah.
“Please, Sir. I need you.”
Instantly Elijah placed his palm flat on the male sub’s forehead, keeping him from drawing any closer. He pushed gently and the sub released his cock, by now so hard that it pointed straight up to the ceiling.
“Thank you for the use of your sub, Cathryn.” Elijah sounded as if he was thanking the woman for borrowing a quarter, though his face was flushed with arousal. “He has talented hands.”
“He sure does.” The woman smiled cheerfully, nudging her sub in the rib cage with the pointed toe of one of her thigh-high boots. “Come along, then, Danny. I fancy a spell with the bondage chair.”
And then they were gone, leaving Samantha alone with Luca and Elijah.
Elijah stalked toward her like a mountain lion who had sighted its prey.
“Trade places with me, will you, Luca?” Samantha’s eyes were on Elijah, even as she cried out against the single sharp spank that was laid across the right side of her ass.
“You’re a lucky man, Elijah. Her ass is shaped just like a heart.” Samantha felt Luca’s fingers leave her flesh, and, again, she whimpered at the loss of sensation.
She had to clench her muscles to keep the small vibrator from falling out.
“Isn’t it pretty?” Samantha listened and watched as Elijah rounded the table, disappearing from view just as Luca came into it.
“I bet your mouth is just as hot and wet as your pussy.”
The massive man grinned down at Samantha as he unlaced the front of his leather pants. “Let’s find out.”
She watched warily as he freed himself from his pants and sheathed himself in a condom. His cock was in keeping with the rest of him—big.
“Open.”
Samantha had only a second to wonder what Elijah was doing when the head of Luca’s cock nudged at her mouth. Without thinking she parted her lips as commanded and welcomed him in.
“That’s right,” Luca murmured, his eyes fixed on her with that dominant look of possession that Samantha already knew so well from Elijah. “Suck me off, girl. Make me come.”
The dirty words sent a dark thrill through her. She was savoring the sensation of her mouth being filled, of the new taste that was Luca, when Elijah slid two fingers past the elastic of her panties and inside her.
She cried out around the cock that filled her mouth. Elijah’s fingers worked their way into the hot, wet space between her legs, clasping hold of the vibrator and withdrawing it.
Samantha tried to protest when he removed the vibrator, but she couldn’t say anything—not with her mouth full. As Luca pushed farther down her throat and Elijah tugged at the thin material of her panties, Samantha realized just how powerless she was in that moment.
These two men could do anything to her—anything they wanted. And she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.
There was a sharp edge to the pleasure that swept through her as the notion took hold, but more than that she felt herself finally—finally—get into the moment.
She couldn’t do anything but take what they gave her. And that was just fine with her.
“Don’t come yet,” Elijah warned her seconds before ripping her panties right off. She groaned around Luca’s cock, which made him moan and thrust farther into her mouth.
She tensed every muscle in her body as the waves of pleasure approached a crescendo. She wanted to do what Elijah said—didn’t want to disobey.
She was red faced and panting by the time she’d gotten herself under control . . . just in time to feel Elijah’s fingers trace a rim around the entrance to her rear. They were slick with lubricant, igniting sparks of sensation that turned her body the same consistency as molten glass.
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