Using a cotton ball covered in some soothing oil, he worked it into the areas he’d cleared, and I was embarrassed as the sensation turned me on. Shifting my hips slightly, I moaned before I’d even realized I’d made a sound.
“I think she’s enjoying this part, Seth. Maybe you should make it up to her for causing so much pain?”
My eyes shot to Seth’s and I bit my lip hard at his suggestion. Joel seemed to approve of the idea since the next oil filled cotton swab rubbed directly over my clit, making me forgive him for what he’d done earlier. With a much gentler touch than Seth, he bathed my tender folds with oil, seeming to find great pleasure in touching me from the smile resting on his face.
“She has the tightest little pussy I’ve ever fucked. Would you like to try her out?”
Joel’s fingers continued to stroke me with the lightest of touches, but even with the pleasure he was giving, Seth’s words shocked me. “More than anything, sir.” Joel carefully inched a fingers inside me with such a delicate move that it seemed like he was afraid he’d hurt me. I shouldn’t have enjoyed it, but it felt so good to feel his hesitant touch.
“She can take more, Joel. Add another finger.” Seth’s words along with Joel’s other finger adding to my pleasure had me so close to the edge, I cried out. “Don’t you come yet, kitten. Pull out of her.” His fingers slid away leaving my core clenching and releasing with emptiness.
“There’s a condom in the bedside table. Put it on before you fuck her.”
Joel shot up off the floor quicker than I’d ever seen any man move, and Seth knelt down on the floor by my head, lowering his lips to mine for a brief kiss. “This is what I want, kitten. I want to watch him fuck that tight little pussy until you come for me hard. Do you understand?”
His fingers rested under my chin making me meet his eyes, and I trembled. He was asking me to let another man fuck me and as much as I should have been disgusted, I nodded, wanting to please him. He kissed me again, deeply this time, allowing our tongues to dance before he pulled back again.
Joel stood at my feet, his cock wrapped in a condom as he stroked himself. He wasn’t as impressive as Seth, but still he had size and girth. I slowly opened my legs, turning my head to look at my lover. The smile on his face was so warm, I felt no shame in offering my body to another man.
“Make sure you please her.” Not once did Seth take his eyes from mine as he spoke to him.
I gasped as he knelt between my legs, parting my thighs even wider, but continued to hold Seth’s gaze. It might be Joel that was taking my body, but it was Seth I was making love to. He inched inside me, and my folds stretched around his cock, drinking him in.
There was no frantic movements as he carefully slid in and out, and it was such a contrast to the way Seth loved me, but I still enjoyed it. Joel treated me like a prize possession with each carefully measured thrust, and my core tightened, ready to accept the pleasure building.
“Seth, please.” I was asking him to find release, wanting his approval, even though it wasn’t his body riding me.
“Fuck her harder, boy.” He winked at me as he demanded Joel’s compliance. “You come for me hard, kitten, just like I asked.”
I wouldn’t have thought Joel could be as savage as Seth, but as he increased his pace I was gasping for breath with each hard thrust. Clinging to him, all I could do was hold on as he forced me over the edge and the pleasure consumed. With a few more thrusts he tensed, pressing deeply into me groaning out his own fulfillment.
“Clean her up and you’re dismissed.” There was no anger in Seth words, only the expectation that his command be heard.
Joel careful eased out of me, and I remained there in a daze over what just happened. He returned with a warm cloth, washing away all evidence of our encounter. “Thank you, Miss Caitlin.” With a respectful nod to Seth, he walked out of the room.
“You were so fucking sexy, kitten.” Seth lowered his lips to mine again, kissing me until I was breathless. “I’m so proud of you.”
I noticed he was fully hard, not that it was hard to tell through the jogging shorts he had on. My hand reached up to stroke him, and he gave no resistance, so I continued. I’d just had sex with another man while he watched, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. What I did know is I didn’t want him to suffer for it. I looked into his eyes, still stroking him. “Can I please you?” It seemed like the most natural thing in the world to ask and his smile told me it was the right thing to do.
He shifted his position, standing long enough to pull his shorts off, and held out his hand for me, helping me stand. Walking me over to the bed, he motioned for me to sit, then that beautiful cock of his pressed against my lips.
With more gentleness than he’d shown at the restaurant he used my mouth. His hands gently tangled in my hair as he maneuvered me the way he wanted. My tongue moved constantly, over his engorged head, up and down his thick, veined cock, anything I could do that I thought would bring him pleasure.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, kitten. I want you to swallow.” His grip in my hair tightened as his strokes increased and I felt the first salty drops slide down my throat. Maybe it was because I’d just had sex with another man, or that I really enjoyed it, but when he came I relished his taste.
We showered together again, and he was the most compassionate lover a woman could have in that moment. “Are you okay with what happened, kitten?” Pulling my wet body against his, he stroked my head softly.
I nodded. Somehow I was. There were a million reasons I probably shouldn’t have been, but I didn’t feel any guilt. He’d asked me to let Joel fuck me, and it obviously pleased him that I’d agreed. Later I’d think about what that said about our relationship, for now I was completely satisfied.
Chapter Six
Mastered
Seth drove me to work, informing me that Joel would have my car fueled and brought by later. We were attending an event later tonight, and I was told a dress would be sent for me to wear. McKayla finally warmed up to me a little closer to the end of our shift, and even though I could tell she was disappointed, at least she wasn’t glaring at me any longer.
For the first part of the day, I had no regrets about sleeping with Joel, but at the end of it I was second guessing everything. How could I consider myself a good person when I’d allowed another man to have sex with me? Even worse, how could I have enjoyed it so much? There wasn’t an answer to those questions.
We closed up shop, and just as Seth had promised, a large box was waiting outside my door. Whomever had brought it up had done so without anyone being aware. McKayla looked pissed, but thankfully she didn’t voice an opinion. At least not at that moment.
Walking inside our apartment, she moved to the kitchen and began preparing dinner. “Are you going out with him tonight?” The question was more than a little sarcastic, and her expression fell when I nodded. “I hope you know what you’re doing.” She began banging pans down as she pulled them from the cupboard, not looking at me.
“You can’t stay mad at me forever, you’re my best friend.” Her being upset with me was worse than any feeling of disrespect I felt for myself over what I’d done.
“I’m not mad, Cat, I’m worried. It’s your life and I want you to be happy, but I can’t see this going any way but wrong.”
“I don’t want to fight with you. Can we just agree to disagree? Please.” I was confused enough without having to deal with her disappointment.
“It’s your life, and I’ll be here to catch you when you fall. That’s what we do for each other, but you’re going to realize this is all wrong for you sooner or later.” Her angered look turned to worry and I wondered if maybe she was right.
“I love you.” Walking over, I pulled her into my arms holding her tightly. “If it all ends badly, then I’ll have no one but myself to blame. Just support me while I discover what I want.”
“Be glad I love you or I’d kick your ass right now. I’m not supporting what you
’re doing, but I’ll be here for you. That’s all I can give, babe.” She hugged me back tightly and I couldn’t really ask for anything more. “Go get dressed for the pervert.” Her tone turned snarky as she broke our hold, but she winked lessening the blow.
Smiling, I walked from the kitchen, feeling better knowing she wasn’t abandoning me. We’d been friends too long to let something like this come between us. With that worry down, I began dressing, letting my mind drift to what Seth planned on doing with me tonight. It wasn’t fear that took over my thoughts now, but anticipation.
I finished my beauty routine, then slipped the designer dress over my head carefully. The thing molded to my body as if it were fit to my measurements, leaving very little to the imagination. No bra was allowed with this dress, it dipped down very low in the front showing ample cleavage. It fell to my ankles, but had a split almost to my hip, making my only underwear choice a barely there thong.
Sliding on a pair of three inch heels, I heard my cellphone ring, and quickly moved to pull it out of my purse. Seth’s drool worthy voice told me he was waiting outside, and my hands trembled as I hung up. I hurried through the kitchen, saying a quick goodbye to McKayla before making my way downstairs.
Joel opened the back passenger door as I approached, smiling warmly. I flushed, not sure how I was supposed to interact with him after what we’d done. Seeing Seth stretched out in the back of the limousine took all concerns of Joel out of my mind. He was irresistible in the black tuxedo that seemed made for his gorgeous body.
Sliding in beside him, he lifted my chin and kissed me passionately. “You look beautiful, kitten.” Pulling back, he allowed his eyes a long slow perusal of the dress he’d purchased, and a satisfied smirk found his handsome face. Still taking in my form, he ordered Joel to drive.
The window was down between the driver and passenger seats, so I was a little shocked when Seth’s hand pushed my dress to the side revealing my breast. He definitely had easy access, thanks to the low cut, but when his mouth lowered to suckle me I didn’t care about anything but the pleasure he gave.
“Have you thought about me today?” My nipple popped free of his mouth long enough for him to ask his question, then he returned, biting down gently on the sensitive nub.
My soft gasp of pleasure told him exactly how he was making me feel, and I struggled to think clearly enough to give him an answer. “Y-yes.”
“I’ve thought about all the ways I’ll make you crave the dirty little things I’m going to do.” my core drenched at his words. He lifted his head, and reached into the pocket of his jacket pulling out a pair of tiny clamps hanging from a chain. My eyes shot to them wearily then back to his face, not sure his look of smugness was something I should be afraid of.
Instead of using them, his mouth lowered to my other nipple, and he suckled it until the peak tightened. “Let’s see how well you do with these.” His eyes studied my face as he placed one of them on my nipple, and I inhaled quickly at the pinch before releasing my breath.
It wasn’t exactly painful, but not comfortable either. Obviously, he was satisfied because he clamped my other nipple, then tugged lightly on the chain gauging my reaction again. “That looks so beautiful kitten. For tonight we’ll just try these, but I have a at home that goes on your clit, too. Another night.”
His words shocked me. I couldn’t imagine that kind of pressure being applied down there, but the thought turned me on just the same. With patience he arranged my dress to cover the new jewelry, then sat back in his seat as if nothing had happened.
The sensation was strange and I squirmed, trying to be as nonchalant as he was suddenly being, but failing miserably. My hands clenched in my lap, and I noticed that any movement seemed to make them more prevalent in my mind.
“Stop fidgeting. We’ll be there soon.” He landed an open faced slap on my thigh and I felt reprimanded like a child. With my face burning, I attempted to keep still, but hating the way I felt chastised.
The material of my dress pressed against the clamps, making it impossible to ignore and I discovered if I moved just slightly, it sent a tingle of sensation through my nipples that I rather liked.
“Naughty little kitten.” He chuckled softly, tugging on the chain making the sensation burn instead of feel pleasurable. Crying out softly at the pressure from those clamps, he stopped tugging at my sound of distress. We pulled up in front of an elegant two-story mansion. Without warning, he removed the tiny clamps, sending a shockwave of almost pain through them. “I want everyone to see how ready you are to be pleased.” His fingers grazed over the hardened peaks and he smiled indulgently.
Joel handed a small bag over to Seth and he took it then dug inside. Pulling out two tiny black masks, he put mine on, adjusting my hair around it, before sliding one on his face. “You’re not to speak tonight, kitten, unless spoken to.”
Joel slid out of the driver’s seat and walked around to open our door. My heart fell into my stomach at the look of worry that crossed his face. I wasn’t given time to question him as he took my hand, helping me stand. Seth seemed incredibly tense for some reason and my own agitation rose because of it.
His normal confidence wasn’t present when we walked inside the building together, and he didn’t speak. The place was amazing but my thoughts were not really on the décor as he led me through the barren entry, down a long hall that ended with a huge, out of place wooden door. There was a long, velvet pull cord hanging down beside it and a strange engraved symbol that reminded me of the triangle on a dollar bill.
“Remember what I said, not a word tonight. These people won’t tolerate disobedience and even I can’t protect you if your actions lead to discipline.” The fact that he sounded even more worried now freaked me out more than what he’d said, and I tugged back on his hand not sure I wanted to know what rested beyond this ancient looking door.
“Calm yourself. Keep quiet, eyes on the floor, and you’ll be fine.” The tone he used warned me not to argue and I stiffened, not sure I appreciated it. Watching his hand lift to tug the cord, I wanted to run back the other way. The door opened almost immediately and only his warning kept me from following from my thoughts.
The man holding the door open was naked except for a black leather collar around his neck. It reminded me of something used for an oversized dog and the only ornamentation was a silver looped ring. He had a beautiful physique, it was hard not to notice with it displayed so blatantly, and his face was handsome from what I could decipher behind the mask he wore.
Seth gripped my forearm with little gentleness and walked me through and I bit back a gasp at the sights that surrounded me. The entire room looked medieval, with glowing torches embraced inside the stone walls as the only light. At the back of the room there was a wooden stage that could have easily been used for public hangings many centuries ago. I was terrified!
I’d seen pictures of dungeons, and read about them in romance novels, but what I was seeing now didn’t fit any of those images. Everything here appeared to be from the dark ages, and I didn’t want to know what they used half of the equipment for. It bordered on barbaric. My breathing grew labored and I felt a full blown panic attack coming on, even though I’d never had one before.
“Breathe, kitten.” Seth lowered his mouth to whisper in my ear, “If you’re a good girl, you have nothing to worry about.”
He was fucking psychotic! I didn’t give a damn how sexy he was, or what he made me feel, this was beyond anything I was willing to deal with and I didn’t even know yet what they did here. Obviously I could guess, because the scenarios going through my mind were anything but pleasant.
“Take me home,” I whispered, knowing I wasn’t supposed to talk, but how the hell else was I going to let him know I wasn’t okay with this?
He glanced around the room, and I had no idea what he was looking for, nor did I care, unless it was the exit. “You will keep quiet. Don’t make me gag you.” The way he spoke the threat left me no doubt he would a
nd in that moment, he felt like a stranger to me. McKayla was right, I was going to regret this and my only hope now was that I made it home to tell her I would never be stupid again.
My heart slammed against my chest as I noticed dozens of other women, undressed and wearing the stupid collars, filtering up on stage. He was bat shit crazy if he thought I was going to be one of them, and I struggled to pull my arm from his hold. What the fuck were they going to do if I left? Tie me down? Good luck with that!
Seth was like an immovable object as I attempted to get away, and he drug me away from the stage and back to a vacant spot of the room like some caveman. “I swear to God if you don’t get your hand off me I’m kicking your ass!” I’d had enough of his macho attitude and sick games, playtime was over and I was done!
“Do you require assistance?” An older gentleman, I assumed because of the grey hair, seemed amused at the situation as he joined us, and I wanted to slap him for interfering. My mood was so not in a place where I could deal with more idiotic men.
“This one’s a little feisty, and needs to be calmed down. But I thank you for your offer.” Seth’s tone was formal and the feeling that I didn’t know him at all came back.
“Perhaps seeing what we do to little girls that don’t mind their manners would be a lesson for her.” The older man motioned to a door behind us, and Seth, with his grip so tight I feared he’d bruise my flesh, turned toward it. Opening the door, what I thought was fear earlier had nothing on the terror that washed over my mind at the vision.
A woman not much older than myself had her hands stretched taught above her head, bound by thick ropes to a wooden slave rack. The position looked painful even without seeing a masked man beating her with a whip. Holy shit! I’d known Seth was a control freak, but seeing this display made me understand that I had missed just how far he took it.
“He’s very talented, never leaves a mark.” The older gentleman acted like that was a feat that should be praised when I wanted to scream at the asshole for hurting the woman. Only my sense of self-preservation kept me from opening my mouth.
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