by Tara Rose
But he hadn’t, and as she dressed in the blue paid halter top and short skirt that Jagger had asked her to wear, she wondered what would happen tonight. The few times Jagger had asked her to let another Dom top her at the same time had actually been pretty tame. She had enjoyed it, but there was nothing memorable about it. Nothing Jagger couldn’t have done alone by using an implement in each hand.
Would tonight be different because it was Ian? She’d never heard anything about him as far as his play skill, or any other aspect of him for that matter. The only times she’d seen him at play parties since she and Jagger had become an item, he’d served as Dungeon Monitor. She’d never actually watched him play.
She debated for ten minutes whether to wear the black Mary Janes or the saddle shoes, then finally chose the saddle shoes since Jagger had specifically mentioned them earlier in the week. Jagger had a training collar he put on her when they played, but she never wore any other jewelry. It was too easy to get it caught on a flogger.
She usually wore no underwear except black or white panties, depending on which color outfit she had on, since they ended up off anyway. She only wore a bra or camisole if Jagger asked for it as part of her outfit. Black panties would go best with this outfit, so she chose a satin pair and then grabbed her bag and car keys.
Gary’s house wasn’t far from her apartment. Jagger had never picked her up and driven her to their dates, but that had been her choice. Most days she still found it hard to believe this had lasted so long. Not because Jagger was a player. Far from it. It was because she’d never let anyone get close enough to have a relationship like this.
But she still felt more comfortable driving herself, because if something went sideways, she could leave and not have to beg a ride from anyone. When they had sex afterward, she drove to his house on the hill, and then drove home in the morning. Or sometimes that night if she had to work the next day, or if she felt too claustrophobic staying overnight with him.
He’d tried several times to get her to let him stay overnight at her apartment, but she always made an excuse. She knew he saw right through them, but he was too much of a gentleman to say anything.
She parked on the lawn at Gary’s house because there were already a lot of cars, Jeeps, and mopeds parked in the drive and on the street. Her cousin didn’t mind her parking on his grass. She’d done it before.
She had to show ID at the door, which was fine, because she usually did. It made her feel safer to know most of the people who hosted these parties at their homes were careful about who came inside. Not that the cops on this island or most of the residents would care, but everyone was on edge right now and a bit more cautious than usual. Until they caught whoever had set those fires, she imagined everybody would take precautions they normally didn’t.
Jagger was waiting for her in the living room, as usual, and a shiver ran down her spine as soon as she saw him. She always had the same reaction to seeing him dressed in a leather vest and pants. And those boots…they made his legs look longer than they were anyway, and gave him a sinister look. Several floggers hung from loops on his belt, and as he rose from the sofa, he picked up his toy bag.
She dropped to her knees in front of him, as she always did, and kept her gaze on the carpet until he spoke. That was her signal that it was all right to look up at him. “How are you tonight, Kai?”
“Fine, Sir. And you?”
“I’m excited about this.” He placed the thick leather collar around her neck, and then he nodded toward his left.
She hadn’t noticed Ian before, but now he stepped into her line of vision, and she bit the inside of her cheek to stop the moan that bubbled up. Holy hotness. He wore a tight-fitting camo T-shirt and leather pants, plus boots like Jagger’s. But it was the look in his eyes that had her pussy soaked and her nipples tingling within seconds. Lust and dominance poured from them. Who’d have guessed it?
“Hello, Kai. Thank you for this.”
She’d be blind not to notice the way his gaze went straight to her cleavage. She didn’t dare let hers wander to his crotch, but she wanted to. “You’re welcome…” She hesitated, raising her brows and gazing at Jagger for direction.
“Call him ‘Sir’ tonight, if you don’t mind. That’ll make it easier on you.”
“I don’t mind, Sir.” She glanced at Ian again. “You’re welcome, Sir.”
The grin he gave her sent fresh desire coursing through her body. She’d never had such a visceral reaction to another Dom before, and she wondered how the hell she’d keep her lust in check while they played. She didn’t mind letting go for Jagger because they usually had sex afterward, but this was only play with Ian tonight. She’d have to be careful.
Jagger held out one hand, and she took it and rose. “Ian knows your limits and safewords, and he will honor them, as will I. Do you have any questions before we go into the dungeon?”
Yes. Just one. Can I fuck you both later? “No, Sir.”
“Then let’s get this party started.”
Gary had built the dungeon as an addition years ago. You couldn’t enter it from the outside, but he had several doors that exited to the backyard along the perimeter of the room. It was almost as large as the rest of the house, and there were no windows. From the inside of the house, it had three entrances. One off the kitchen, one from his bedroom that he kept locked, and one from the back hallway.
Like Jesse, his father, Gary had chosen not to work at Phoebe’s Playthings. Instead Gary managed the office for JD Construction. That was part of what made this entire relationship so awkward right now, although her uncles had never said anything to her about it. Not yet, at least. Neither had her cousins. But Kai had no doubt that if Asa were implicated in the fires in any way, her Aunt Wendy, Uncle Jesse, and their three sons would expect her to choose sides. She’d grown up in their house, after all.
Kai’s parents were killed when she was an infant. Wendy was her father’s sister, and she and Jesse hadn’t hesitated to take Kai in and raise her as one of their own. She owed them, although they’d never actually said that to her or made her feel as if she should be more grateful for what they’d done. But they were the only parents she’d ever known, and their sons were more like brothers than cousins to her because she’d grown up with them.
She mentally shook away thoughts of her family as they entered the dungeon. Instead, she breathed in the scents of leather, lube, and sweat, and absorbed the energy in the room. Gary always had loud contemporary music playing, but she’d learned long ago to block it out. When she and Jagger played, she heard only the sound of his voice, no matter where they were.
He usually started with her on one of the St. Andrews crosses, but tonight there were a lot of people in the dungeon and the crosses were all in use. He led her to the far wall where Gary had installed chains and a complicated pulley system. There were also several cages and standing racks back here that they’d never used before.
“Looks like we get to try something new tonight,” he said, glancing at the apparatus. “This should work.” He instructed her to stand under a metal archway with rings around it at various points for attaching cuffs, rope, and chain. She liked it on sight because the men would be able to reach her front and back at the same time. “We should have come back here before now.”
He slipped a blindfold over her eyes before doing anything else, then nuzzled her neck. “One of us will have his hand on you at all times. Just listen to our voices. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her muscles relaxed as soon as he tied it behind her head. She loved being blindfolded and wondered if he’d gag her as well tonight. Sometimes he did both, and gave her a tennis ball to drop if she needed to safeword. What would it be like to be both blindfolded and gagged with two Doms topping her? She hadn’t had that experience yet.
They fitted cuffs around her wrists, and then she heard chains as they threaded them through the loops in the cuffs and attached them to the metal arch until her arms were spread wider
than her shoulders, overhead, and her legs were spread about shoulder-width apart. They adjusted the chain lengths until her limbs were taut but not hyperextended. Jagger knew how to make her as comfortable as possible so she didn’t have to take a break too often.
His breath was warm against her right ear. “What color are you?”
“Green, Sir.”
“You ready for this, Kai?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was more than ready for it.
A flogger brushed her back, and then her thighs. “Ian, what do you think about the way she looks?” Jagger’s voice was teasing, persuasive. He wanted Ian to tease her with words and images.
“She looks like a bad schoolgirl.” Hands brushed lightly over her breasts, and because she didn’t know whose they were, she gasped as waves of desire raced through her body.
“She is a bad schoolgirl. You have no idea. You should see the text messages she sends me.”
Kai couldn’t help grinning. She routinely sent Jagger graphic, detailed texts during the day while he was at work because she knew he couldn’t always read them. Then again, he did the same to her, but she loved it. They made her feel special and sexy all day long.
“I mean, look at this.”
Was he showing his phone to Ian, or still talking about her outfit?
“Wow.” There was a pause, as if he was reading. “Oh, I like that one.” Another pause. Was he seriously showing Ian her texts, or were they just playing with her? She didn’t really know, and that was part of the fun. “Oh man…does she really do these things for you, or is this just wishful thinking on your part?”
Mind fuck. Jagger loved the mind fuck. She had no clue whether Ian was actually reading some of her texts right now, but if he wasn’t, he was a damn good actor, because his voice had gone all rough and raspy, like he was barely hanging on.
“She does them.”
She pictured being tied to a chair at Jagger’s house, forced to give him a blow job while he held her head still. It was one of her favorite things to do for him. Would Ian ask her to do that for him, too?
This is only play with Ian, not sex.
She moaned when hands brushed her ass cheeks. Then someone swatted them each a few times, hard. Even through her skirt it didn’t really hurt, but the endorphin rush was the same as if he’d struck her with a wooden paddle.
“Bad girls get spanked,” said Ian. “A lot.”
“I agree,” said Jagger.
More swats from their hands on her ass, and then one of them struck her pussy, as well, still through the skirt. That meant both men were spanking her at the same time. She’d been through this experience before, but it had never produced so much desire. What was different tonight? It had to be Ian’s presence.
The flogger was back, and now whoever threw it did so lightly across her back, ass, thighs, and breasts. Jagger usually took his time warming her up for impact play because he liked to go a long time, and when she was properly warmed up, she could take more. But she wasn’t entirely sure this was Jagger’s throw, and that made it more exciting.
Two floggers grazed her skin. One in the front and one behind her. Now things were getting interesting. She relaxed against her bonds and enjoyed the sensation of the falls brushing her body, as well as the occasional throw from the floggers. They were both soft ones, but she loved being struck with them anyway. The overall effect was like a massage and helped her get into the right headspace for the more intense play she knew would follow.
One of them grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, and then Ian’s voice whispered close to her ear, “Time to see what’s underneath that cute little schoolgirl outfit.”
Kai couldn’t help moaning as erotic images danced through her head. This was going to be the best time she’d ever had with two Doms. She could feel it. She only hoped that Jagger would change his mind and decide to include Ian in the sex later as well, because Kai wanted them both now. Badly.
Chapter Four
She had no idea which man took off her top and which one took care of the bottom, and that made it more arousing. The halter untied at her neck and in the back, so it came off easily even with her arms restrained. They had to unfasten her ankle cuffs from the chains holding them to remove her skirt, and when her panties were removed as well, Kai gasped in surprise and pleasure.
“What about the shoes?” asked Ian.
“Leave them on. And the socks. I love that look. Don’t you?”
“Yes. It’s so fucking sexy.”
When they reattached the chains holding her ankle cuffs, Kai held her breath while she listened to the sound of their boots on the floor, circling her. Ian Raleigh was standing before her naked body, and she was blindfolded and tied up at his mercy. And Jagger was here, too. This was the ultimate fantasy.
Leather falls brushed against her, again from behind and in front at the same time, but this time they weren’t the soft deerskin floggers the men had used before. She knew these falls. They’d brought out the big guns. Jagger had thin floggers that stung like crazy, too, but he usually used them later in play when she was really warmed up.
At first, they merely brushed them across her skin or tossed them lightly, but within a few minutes, they both threw them harder, and they weren’t sparing her nipples or pussy. She was soaking wet, and her clit throbbed. Her moans grew louder now, and she wondered if she’d come soon. Sometimes she did, merely from the impact play. It was that exciting for her. If she did, would Ian know she’d done so as Jagger always did?
Hands touched her now, caressing at first, and then slapping. Her hair was pulled, and each man took turns whispering in her ear what a bad little slut she was. She didn’t mind talk like this within a scene. The more Jagger called her names like “slut” and “whore” during play, the more excited she became. He’d obviously told Ian about that, too, because there was no shortage of terms like that from either man.
“Dressing like that and then parading your sexy body in front of us,” said Ian, tugging hard on her hair. “What did you think we’d do to you?”
She didn’t answer. She was never required to do so when Jagger did this, and so she assumed Ian would expect the same thing. Jagger liked her to simply listen to his voice and enjoy it. If he said something that made her uncomfortable, she would safeword, but that hadn’t happened in a long time. They knew each other well now.
Ian seemed to know all the words that aroused her, which meant they must have talked at length, and that only increased her need for both men. This was far more involved than she’d expected.
One of them rolled the Wartenberg wheel over her skin, and she moaned loudly. She loved that thing. It was a wide one, with seven rows of tiny pinpricks that spread out the sensation across an inch or so of skin, so he could use it more without it actually hurting her. When the other man put on nipple clamps, she cried out loudly in anticipation.
They didn’t hurt…yet. But she knew they would when he took them off. She also knew he’d rub her nipples when that happened, and the orgasm they were obviously going to give her would be enhanced like crazy because of that.
One of them kissed her neck seductively, and then her ass was smacked hard with a wooden paddle. “Bad little schoolgirl,” whispered Jagger. “Look at you. Shaking those gorgeous tits at us even though you’re tied up like this. You love this. Admit it.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said softly. “I love it.” She hoped he wouldn’t mind that this time she answered.
She guessed it was Ian wielding that paddle, because she didn’t think Jagger could whisper this close to her ear and smack her ass that hard at the same time. She flexed her Kegel muscles and nearly came. It was that exciting.
It also hurt like crazy. He had an arm on him, and he’d done this before. Sweat broke out along her hairline and underneath her blindfold, but she didn’t care. The endorphin rush was insane. Pleasure mixed with pain. Kai slipped into that place where everything floated away except their voices and the sensations each
man gave her. Nothing else existed.
Her ass was on fire when he stopped, but she didn’t get a break for long. One of them now swung a stiff leather flogger between her legs to punish her pussy. Ian was behind her now, judging by his voice whispering in her ear as her pussy was struck.
“This will teach you to dress like that, bad girl. And to show off your sexy ass like this. Does it hurt enough?” He tugged her hair, and she cried out in pleasure. “Or do you need more punishment to show you the error of your ways?”
He ran the edge of what she swore was a knife along her neck, gently. It was just enough that she felt it, but it didn’t hurt. “You really are a slut, aren’t you? You love this.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
Her pussy hurt now, but that only increased her arousal. When Ian brushed the knife point over the sides of her breasts, she moaned loudly. He continued to tease her like that, alternating the knife with the wheel, while Jagger switched from the flogger on her pussy to a leather strap.
She could barely hang on now. Her breathing came in short gasps, and her climax was right there, poised on the edge. When Jagger backed off with the strap, and the knife point and wheel both were passed over her pussy lips, she clenched her teeth and tried to hold off the orgasm, but there was no way. “Oh! Sir…oh, I’m coming…”
Waves of crazy desire crashed over her as one of them pushed hard on her clit with two fingers, while the other one removed the nipple clamps and rubbed her nipples. The pain was all mixed up with the pleasure as the climax just went on and on. Even after they were no longer touching her, it lingered. When Jagger asked her what color she was, he had to repeat it before she could focus enough to answer.
“Green, Sir,” she whispered.
“Do you need a break?”
“Water…please…”