“Cara still has, hmmm, seven more from my paddle. For those I’m going to try one a little narrower, it stings a bit more. Then you can have your turn?” Saif’s voice was smooth, and Ben’s answering grin sent a shiver through her.
“Of course, let’s see how she does.” Ben’s eyes dropped down her body and the sharp return of the paddle had her crying out, and closing her eyes against Ben’s stare.
A second, and a third, and she was writhing as the sharp sting seemed to increase with every blow against her skin. Ramping up the tension between her thighs, making her legs shiver. Four and five felt way too sensitive, her skin was raw and she felt her eyes tearing. When six landed like a gunshot, the crack echoing in her ears, she realized she was begging incoherently. A stream of ‘please’ and ‘oh God’ and ‘stop’ flowed from her, but she realized she didn’t mean it. It hurt, her skin was so tender that she knew seven was going to make her scream, but she wasn’t at a breaking point. This is what Ben had meant. She was begging him to stop, but she wanted to know what it would feel like to push herself further, to let Saif push her further. When she had been in the other club, when she had wanted more, this is what she’d been asking for. Before the seventh paddle strike Cara actually felt herself arch her back, presenting herself for the last in the count. Saif put more into it, or maybe it was just how sensitive her skin was, but Cara screamed out. Her body a confused mix of the pain in her skin, and the deep, throbbing heat between her legs that urged her for more. To go farther. To beg for him to push her further.
Ben ran his hand down the side of her face, before lifting her head. Cara was breathing hard, her body humming and tense — on edge. “Saif was right about you, beautiful.” Ben’s lips came down against hers, his fingers trailing down her backside, which lit up in lines of fire as she moaned into his mouth. His lips opened against hers and she felt herself melt, letting the heat of her skin soak in.
“Of course I was right, Ben. When have I ever been wrong?” Saif’s voice was low next to her ear, and she felt his deft touch between her legs. His fingers rolling her clit until she was moaning loudly against Ben’s mouth. She lifted onto her tiptoes, her legs shaking as she spread them, wordlessly begging for more.
“Never.” Ben broke the kiss and she felt the movement of his lips against hers, his gaze seared her before he leaned up to unlatch the nylon straps, as soon as she was released, Saif grabbed her around the waist and kissed her. Ben pressed against her back, his fingers replacing Saif’s until she was shivering again, her arms wrapped around Saif’s neck as she started to shake. Heat was crackling down her spine, her muscles tightening towards the release she’d been denied so long. Then Ben’s fingers stopped and his palm closed over her mound as he shushed her against her ear. “Wait now, Cara, push it back.”
She whined loudly against Saif’s lips, and when he broke the kiss she almost cried with the tension rising in her body, painfully holding her at the edge of orgasm. “Please! Jesus Christ, please… Saif!”
Saif looked past her to Ben, his lips curving into a smile. “Up to you, Ben.”
“I can play next time, I have a better way to spend our time.” Ben murmured against her ear and pulled her back against his chest. Her hips were still tilted forward, trying to push harder against his hand for some kind of relief. She felt her fingers tighten against the back of Saif’s neck, but he grinned at her and pulled her wrists down, dropping the cuffs from her with quick movements. Then he stepped back, moving toward the bed as he began pulling off his shirt. Cara actually felt her mouth water as inch by inch of warm, tan skin was revealed. A whimper left her as Ben’s hand pressed between her legs again.
“Come here.” Saif’s fingers toyed with the edge of his boxers where he’d pulled them back up. Ben released his hold on her and squeezed her ass as she stepped forward. “On the bed.” Saif’s command sent chills through her and she felt the dampness on her thighs as she slid onto the bed, her muscles shivering with the promise of Saif’s cock inside her. In a moment he was naked, his erection standing dark and already forming a pearl of precum at the tip. She wanted to taste it, wanted to climb on top of him, a moan slipped from her as she was racked with the fantasies she’d had of him. Ben moved to the end of the bed with a grin, his fingers removing his own shirt in a smooth movement down his chest.
Both of them?
Her head whirled as Saif was suddenly on top of her, his knees between hers as he pushed them apart. His hands grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, before he moved his free hand down, his fingers dipping inside her and Cara gasped. “Oh fuck!” She screamed as he once again pulled her to the edge of orgasm, which was now brutally intense. Her arms tugged against his grip on her wrists, but his absolute control over her body, the way his fingers teased her, thrusting sharply until she whimpered had her almost crying. “Please! Please fuck me!”
“Saif?” Ben’s voice came from the end of the bed and she imagined what she looked like, legs spread, her hips rocking up, her back arching to lift her breasts in the space between her and Saif. His fingers left her again and her hips dropped back to the bed, the edge of pleasure almost felt like pain as her clit pulsed, her pussy soaking and aching. Then Saif had a condom wrapper between his teeth, and he tore it with a grin. With an expertise that filled her with a shiver, he reached between them and rolled it on. Her hips lifted again, the whine in her voice begging him for what she wanted.
“I’m not going to be gentle with you.” Saif’s words sent a shiver through her, and then he thrust hard inside her. He was huge, he stretched her and she cried out, arching her back. He pulled back, and pushed forward further and for a moment it hurt. One more thrust and he was too deep, a delicious ache pulsed inside her and she was arching against him, pushing her hips harder to take him in. Her body had been riding the edge of pleasure and pain for so long that it finally exploded, electric heat firing down her spine until she screamed, losing track of Saif’s thrusts inside her as her muscles tightened and she screamed out her release. Her legs were shaking as he continued to thrust, hard, deep inside her. Her head dropped back as her moans calmed, and she became aware of the grunts Saif released with each slam of his hips against hers. “Do you want more?”
Her body wasn’t her own anymore. She’d let go, let loose her tight hold on the version of herself that had apparently been hiding inside the straight-A, boring girl for so long. This dark place, this secret space that let her be this person. She didn’t just want more, she had to have more, she had to know how far she could take herself. Isn’t that what Cassidy had told her to do?
“YES!” She screamed, tugging on the bruising grip he had on her wrists, arching her hips until his next thrust made her whimper with the force of it, her body answering with ripples of pleasure that made her moan. Saif chuckled and released her wrists, to hold her hips as he rolled to his back, pulling her with him until her knees landed wide on either side of him. She rocked on top of him, her clit pressing against him perfectly. Then she felt the bed move, and Ben’s hand tracing down her back. His palm pressed on her lower back, bending her forward over Saif who captured her mouth with a kiss. She yelped against his lips when she felt Ben’s fingers slip between the cheeks of her ass, slippery with something. She wiggled, tightening instinctively which clenched Saif’s cock inside her. He moaned against her and she felt him thrust upwards inside her before he broke the kiss.
“Cara…” Ben’s voice behind her.
“I’ve never—”
“Shh… you said you wanted to be educated. First lesson, relax.” Saif pulled her back down to his mouth, rocking his hips slowly up against her, making her clit pulse against him with each rub of his pubic bone against her. Ben’s hand on her back moved in soothing circles, applying pressure to keep her bent forward. His fingers rubbed slippery, cool lube across the entrance of her ass. She tried to relax, tried to breathe against the strange feeling, tried to focus on Saif’s incredible mouth that was searing her with his
kiss.
“Push back, don’t tighten down.” Ben’s finger pressed against her entrance, and her body wanted to fight it. “Push back, relax.” She tried to listen, shifting her hips back to push against the pressure of his finger, and with a slight burn and pressure he slid inside her. Her body shivered, Saif thrust upward and she whimpered against his mouth. Ben’s finger began to move steadily, Saif rolled his hips and her clit sparked pleasure deep inside her. After a few moments of steady, rhythmic movements, Ben spoke again, “Breathe for me, you’re doing perfect.” More pressure, another finger, she tightened a moment and his push on her back reminded her to relax. Saif nibbled her lips, trailing kisses down her throat so she could release groans, moaning as Ben pressed his fingers deeper.
“Do you like it, Cara?” Saif’s voice was rough, punctuating his question with a hard thrust that had her moaning. His palm found her breast and he pinched her nipple sharply. “Tell me.”
“I don’t know!” She whined, whimpering as her hips rocked to drive her clit harder against Saif, combining exhilarating pleasure with the unknown feelings Ben was stirring inside her.
“Keep breathing, Cara.” Ben’s mouth moved over the curve of her waist, nipping her skin, kissing, licking, as he moved his fingers inside her until she started to relax again. He removed his fingers and she shook, Saif taking the opportunity to drive himself deeper, his cock brushing against that bundle of nerves inside her that had her gasping, moving slowly towards another orgasm.
“I know you can handle it, but feel free to beg.” Saif’s cultured voice sent a shiver over her, and then she felt his legs wrap around hers, spreading her thighs farther. She felt Ben between their legs, and she knew what was happening, but Saif’s incessant rolling of his hips directly against her clit was distracting. More cool lube, Ben’s fingers dipping inside her ass, she whimpered and then she felt his cock press against her. She shook her head.
“I can’t, please, I can’t—” Cara whimpered as Ben started to push against her. Too big. Jesus Christ. Her mind threw up her safe word in a thought, offering it to her, and for some reason she didn’t say it. Could she handle this?
“Oh God, push back Cara.” Ben’s voice was a low growl, his playfulness removed in his lust. Saif withdrew from her almost completely, his hands pushing her hips back to take Ben inside her. Pinned between the two of them she found herself moaning, whimpering, as he pressed forward. The smooth latex that covered his hard cock slid inside her and a short scream escaped her, a burning ache filling her as she shook her head. Saif captured her mouth with a kiss, holding her hips still for Ben to press forward. It burned as he stretched her, and for a moment she tightened and she heard him groan. “Cara. Relax.”
She focused on Saif’s mouth against hers, his tongue brushing against her, the pressure of his fingers on her hips, the way Ben’s palm spread across her back and pushed her down against Saif’s warm chest. The tension in her body slowly ebbed, and he slid deeper inside her. A low groan came from both of them and Saif’s mouth spread into a smile against her lips. “Good girl.”
Cara gasped as Ben slid back and Saif lifted his hips to thrust inside her again, his pelvis grinding against her clit until she shuddered. Ben moved forward and she was so full, too full, her body shivering as the realization that they were both inside her made her head spin. “Oh my God…” She whispered, and Saif nipped her neck, his hands moving to her breasts so that Ben’s hands could pull her hips back hard against him, his cock stretching her uncomfortably for a few moments until the pressure started to build inside her. The tension rose as they each thrust, alternately, and then in sync, filling her past anything she thought she could handle. Her scream was muffled against Saif’s shoulder as she felt their pace increase. Her own body responding slowly.
“Fuck, Cara…” Ben’s voice was growling behind her, and she felt him drive harder inside her, but instead of the pain she expected, she felt an aching fullness that sent a hard pulse between her thighs. Her body shook, suddenly, brutally on the edge of orgasm. Ben’s pace increased, Saif matching him thrust for thrust inside her as he pushed her higher, heat gathering and tightening in her belly. Ben suddenly jerked sharply inside her, and she felt his cock jump as he came, his fingers gripping tight on her hips before he braced a hand on the bed to her side so he didn’t collapse against her.
“Ah!” Cara yelped as Saif started pounding upward, Ben’s other hand on her lower back held her in place, tight against Saif as he worked towards his release and Cara felt herself straining towards her own. Her body shook, her hands clenching in the sheets as she rocked her hips to meet his, and she felt Ben slip from her as she contracted hard and the orgasm crashed into her, overwhelming in its intensity. Saif barked a curse, biting down on her shoulder as he came, jerking inside her as light flashed behind her eyes, and her heart slammed against the inside of her chest.
Cara was shivering, murmurs tumbling from her lips as she shook above Saif. His hands cupped her face and kissed her, gentle against her swollen lips. Ben’s hands were on her hips as he pulled her towards him and she slid from Saif who groaned against her mouth. In a moment she was lying on her side, Ben’s arms wrapping around her waist, his face buried in her hair, and Saif turned on his side to grin at her. “Mmmm…” Saif pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and then placed a kiss against her lips again. Ben groaned and tugged her tighter back against him, his hips, and his soft cock pressing there.
“She’s my favorite you’ve found, Saif.” Ben’s voice was a sated rumble against her neck.
“I’m the one that found her, just remember that.” Saif dipped his hand between her legs and she jumped and whimpered as he brushed against her abused, over-sensitive clit and pussy. “Party is almost over, Cara. You want us to get you in a car?”
Exhaustion teased the edges of Cara’s mind and she wondered if she’d even make it home awake at this point. Their words filled her with a warmth, a pride, and the promise of more fantasies. Fantasies that she could follow through on at the next invitation. She opened her eyes and met Saif’s dark, bottomless eyes, that cocky smile tilting his lips. “I’m tired.”
He chuckled. “I imagine you are.” Saif kissed her again, and she felt Ben’s lips brush her neck and down to her shoulder. “Want us to help you get dressed?”
“I’d love to help you get dressed.” Ben’s voice murmured and his hand slid up her side to cup the weight of her breast.
“Okay.” She said it softly and felt Ben roll away from her. In a moment she was on her feet, shakily, her hair was pulled back with a tie they had found. Hell, maybe it was some kind of restraint, but she was too tired to care. The dress was back over her, and Ben was holding her heels in his hand. Both he and Saif had somehow slid their pants back on, but their firm, bare chests were exposed. Cara felt like she could curl up on the hard floor and sleep for a week, her body ached like she’d gone for a long run, and then gone to a crossfit class for fun.
“I really hope you decide to come back.” Ben murmured the words, his playful tone returning before he leaned down to kiss her softly. His fingers tracing to the back of her neck.
“Ready to go, Cara? I’ll walk you to the door.” Saif was smiling at her, and she nodded, holding her heels to her side as they stepped through the doorway. Moans, groans, and the movement of people distracted her. She was too tired to focus on anything specific, but she tried to catch a glimpse of Scott, hoping he’d found someone. At the black door Saif pressed her back against it, kissing her hard, his hands pulling her waist forward against him. She kissed back, her exhausted body giving only the smallest tinge of heat before he released her.
“Good night?” Cara didn’t know if that was appropriate. What did you say after you’d had sex with strangers, and then your host and his friend at a sex-filled party? Saif smiled down at her, brushing his thumb over the V on the back of her hand before he squeezed it.
“Good night, Cara.” Saif’s voice purred, and he opened the do
or. She walked through it, heading toward the elevator on padding feet across the smooth, black tile. She glanced back when she reached the elevator to see Saif leaning against the doorframe. The music, moans, and cries pulsing behind him — the king of his own hedonistic landscape.
The elevator dinged and she stepped back into the bright white, but she kept her eyes on him until the door closed. Leaving was a blur, the white hallway a distant memory as she dropped into the black car and it started to take her home. Her body hummed with the imprint of everything she’d done, and unlike the other party instead of shame, or concern, she felt a hunger. For more. To try more. To push herself further.
To have Saif push her further.
Her purse dinged and she pulled out her phone to see a text message from a local number: I don’t do this. Ever. But I want to take you out. Text me with your answer when you wake up, little one. — Saif
Cara’s heart thundered in her chest. For a moment she thought about waiting until the morning, she dropped the phone into her lap and stared out into the night outside the quiet car, watching the streetlights pass by. Her mind swirled with everything that had happened, everything that Saif had shown her.
And then there was everything Saif could show her.
Her fingers brought up the keyboard and she tapped out a reply: Is this an invitation?
She waited in suspense, her stomach flip-flopping with her brave response: This would guarantee you an invitation any time you’d like one. As long as I get to watch.
Impossible heat pooled between her thighs, her body exhausted but still tempted by even the idea of what Saif was offering. There was only one response she could send, and she smiled as she typed it:
Invitation accepted.
THE END
Bonus Story! Ben’s Day
The sound of his cell phone ringing in the living room made Ben groan and immediately regret opening his eyes to the glaring sunlight flooding in through his windows. He’d forgotten to close the blackout blinds — again.
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