Oh, now that feels good. Rachel panted, bending forward ever so slightly to give Adam all the access he needed to make her cream right down her leg. The wetness had little to do with their previous loving and everything to do with the molten response of her cunt to the thick fingers forging into it.
Oh, glory, did Adam know how to stroke those magical digits over the walls of her cunt, tickling the magic spot that make her sparkle with delight.
“Because you sure look like a slave,” Adam growled as she mewed, paying his words very little attention. “I guess I could be wrong, and if I am, all you have to do is say ‘red light.’ Say it and this all stops. We pack up our goodies and go home. That’s all you have to do.”
And why in the hell would she do that? Rachel smiled as the pleasure rolling through her began to layer over itself, building an unstable wall of rapture. Soon enough, it would cave and leave her decimated by the explosion.
“Rachel?”
It wasn’t until Adam’s fingers stilled that she bothered to respond. Even then, she could only muster the simplest of syllables. “Hmm?”
“What are you?”
“Really fucking turned on.” The honest answer popped out of her, but apparently it failed to satisfy Adam. Either he didn’t want her hot, or she’d failed to understand his question. Either way, he retreated from her needy flesh, leaving her to moan and pout over the abandonment.
“Do you remember the safe word?”
“Safe word?”
Adam sighed, having the audacity to be clearly annoyed with her lack of attention. “Do you remember the word that makes us stop?”
It took Rachel a second, and even then she answered with a question. “Red light?”
“And you understand that once you say that there is no going back? There are no time-outs, Rachel.”
“So says the man who is taking the time-out?” Rachel grumbled. “Now if you are done with the lectures, can we get back to the pleasantries?”
A snort rolling into laughter gave away Killian’s position. “You’re sassy for a slave.”
“I object to that title.”
“Oh, you do, do you?” Killian’s voice came closer. She instinctively shied away, bumping her calf into the tub and her shoulder into Adam. “How about ‘prisoner’? You have a problem with that one?”
“And that makes you what? My guard?” Rachel didn’t need to see to know how Killian must love that idea. As long as she didn’t have to call him master, Rachel would let him have the thrill. It cost her, though, when she heard the cockiness in his tone.
“Yes, indeed, it does, and it certainly fits because I am here to mete out punishment for your misdeeds.”
The sheer joy in Killian’s tone made it very hard to take him seriously. Rachel probably should have, but no worry or fear came to guide her actions. So she blurted out the first thing she thought.
“My misdeeds? That’s rich coming from the cop who broke into my house and then proceeded—”
A finger, pressing her lips together, smothered the words until Rachel finally gave up. She could feel Killian now. His heat warmed her skin, leaving her anticipating a brush that never came.
“First warning, my little captive, you speak when spoken to. ‘Yes, guard,’ or something really dirty like ‘fuck my pussy,’ or you can go with thanking your maker. I accept any number of compliments.”
Rachel nipped his finger to gain her release and pointedly flaunted his authority. “And when do I get my thanks for putting up with this childish game?”
“Oh, you’ve done it now.” Adam didn’t sound sad at all about that fact, just the contrary.
Chuckling, he corralled her to the middle of the tub. While Adam tended to her right arm, Killian tended to her left. They made quick work of the ropes, using them to pull her arms straight out until she bent at the waist. The realization of how much more vulnerable her position had become had Rachel shuffling forward.
Holding her steady, their hands quickly moved to her legs and slid down to her ankles. They were good with those ropes, downright ingenious. Rachel had to give them that as she found her feet all but locked into position. It was not only impressive but quite intimidating how quickly they managed to secure her bent over with legs spread.
It made Rachel wonder where they’d gotten their training. “Do they teach you a rope tying course at the Cattleman’s Club, or do you deviants come by this behavior naturally?”
Killian answered her honest question with a crack of his palm over her bare ass. The searing heat almost bugged Rachel’s eyes out of her head as she reeled with the revelation that he’d not only spanked her but that it felt good. Very good, actually.
Savoring the moment, she panted through the aftershocks as the pain vibrated through the honeyed pleasure and made it bloom in the most interesting of ways. Such a delightful punishment only tempted her to misbehave even more.
“You’re smiling. I don’t like ‘captive.’” Adam’s silky growl cut off into an annoyed comment. “It doesn’t feel right.”
“Well, you’re not calling me ‘slave.’” Oh, yeah. Rachel breathed in deep, anticipating the sharp smack to her ass.
“Silence, wench!” Killian snapped, only to respond to Adam in a perfectly civil tone in the next breath. “Oh, I like that.”
“Wench?”
“It fits, doesn’t it? All sour mouthed and bent over for our use.”
“Not that you’re getting the job done or anything,” Rachel muttered intentionally loud enough to earn another spanking. It didn’t come, and it left her a little frustrated. She’d climbed out on this limb, and now they were dawdling.
“Is that a complaint from the peanut gallery?” Adam asked.
“You do know, wench,” Killian said, clearly enjoying the title, “you already owe us quite a debt, and adding to it will delay what you really want.”
“So what, you’re going to leave me like this?” That could get kind of tiresome.
They ignored her question, going so silent Rachel started at the whisper of Adam’s breath over her cheek. He must have squatted down beside the tub because his voice came right at ear level. “Listen up. I’m only going to go through this once.”
“You already said that.”
“Don’t interrupt, or we really will gag you.”
“We probably should do that anyway.” Killian snorted from some distance. “This being her first time and all.”
“Nah.” A finger followed the sigh right across her lips. “I got plans for this mouth.”
Rachel nipped his finger, enjoying the grunt it earned her. Unfortunately, no spanking followed, just more of Adam’s boring speech. “Now, this is punishment. That means no orgasms allowed. You are to do as told, no hesitations. Hesitating, arguing, doing anything other than what you have been given permission to do will result in more punishments.”
Rachel rolled her eyes. Whatever. It seemed like a lot of ceremony with very little substance to her. Even if the Cattleman had taught Killian and Adam how to tie a woman up, they had obviously failed to educate on what to do next.
“From now on, you’ll refer to us as ‘sir.’ Understood, wench?” Adam really relished calling her that, which only provoked Rachel into being obnoxious.
“Aye, aye, captain, sir,” she gleefully cheered, being intentionally disrespectful.
“And for that, you will now be punished.” When Adam sighed and shifted away, the warning he left in his place gained another hidden eye roll from Rachel.
“But I put the ‘sir’ on it,” Rachel complained, holding back the laughter. Feeling completely assured that whatever silly thing they’d come up with would lack any real follow through, Rachel waited worry-free.
* * * *
Killian could tell Rachel didn’t fear anything. The relaxed muscles and the little smirk were signs of how comfortable she was in her binds and all of them told him they’d done their job right. Despite Adam’s reiteration of rules, the real point of the last
ten minutes had been to get Rachel at ease in her binds.
A good master gentled his way into a wench’s trust. They had earned it. Now came the moment when they used it. Approaching the honey he intended to make a treat out of, Killian rested his hand on her back, following the graceful swoop of her spine all the way to her lush rump.
God, but does she have an ass on her. He’d been the first man to tap it. What a joy that had been. Killian savored the memory as he palmed her rear. Really, it was an honor and a privilege. He’d claimed not only a piece of Rachel’s body but a piece of her history. Forever, he’d be the man who introduced her to the pleasures of ménage, the joys of punishment, and the thrill of letting a man ride her ass.
It might be a thrill for the night, but Killian planned to addict Rachel to the feel of him fucking her sweet rear until she craved it every night of the week. Binding Rachel in the invisible ties of lust would start with dipping his fingers downward. Slick with lotion, they prepared her for the toy to come. The invasion earned him a guttural groan as Rachel shifted away, becoming slightly mouthy.
“What are you trying to do? Embarrass me to death? Oh!”
Rachel gasped on the answer Adam fed her. Lining up the dildo, he slowly pressed it, bit by bit, deeper into her, chasing her babbling murmurs of, “I can’t…” with another thick inch. Whatever it was that Rachel couldn’t, she didn’t get it out before Adam managed to seat the full length of the plastic cock in her ass.
Penetrated, she strained in her binds, stretching forward as she panted for breath. Adam left Killian to cool her down as he went to collect necessary items. Rachel would need the moments to get herself ready for what came. Maybe more, Killian thought, listening to her mew. She really did make the sexiest little sounds. They drove him wild, making him itch for the moment when all the games came to an end and he was wrapped back up in the tight fist of her body.
The insanity had started that first day at the station. He’d been dreaming of this moment since then. Now came the time for his revenge for making him wait this long and work this hard.
It started with rubbing soothing circles into her back as he checked on the little darling. “You doing all right?”
“Am I drooling?” Rachel managed to retort between pants.
Her tart response brought a grin to Killian’s face. She really was sassy, and that delighted him to no end as it gave him an excuse to forget all about mercy. The warm honey greeting the fingers he slid down over her ass to dip into the heated well of her cunt told Killian Rachel didn’t have a clue as to what was coming.
It tickled him to keep her there, squirming on his fingers as he rolled her little clit until her cunt spasmed and clenched down on the fingers he’d fucked into her. With a moan she arched, and Killian could see that sweet ass clench with the motion, making her groan tip upward into a near squeal.
“I think you’re drooling now,” Killian growled, smirking over her easy response. Rachel’s hands had curled around the ropes holding her in position, clenching them with white knuckles as her ass lifted, parting her legs slightly to give him more access. She strained, panting and purring as her body trembled and tensed, ready for the orgasm his fingers pumped her toward.
Over the glisten of sweat building along her back, Killian caught Adam’s heated look. Yeah, Rachel was a sight—a sight to be shared and pleasure to be enjoyed by more than one. Adam and Killian had worked together, taming and training women for nearly six years now. Words had become an unnecessary complication.
Now all Killian needed to do was nod, understanding perfectly what Adam intended to do with the thin chains in his hand. Adam held off, though, waiting for Killian to work Rachel’s pussy into a frenzied moment when her mouth rounded and her body stilled for barely half a second. That’s all Killian needed to pull back, leaving Rachel hanging there on the edge of her climax.
Adam struck then, snapping a clamp over one tender tit and sending her into a writhing fit that tested the strength of both the knots and the bolts holding the shower rod to the ceiling. They held as Adam used the second clamp to leash her other nipple to her first before his hands dipped. Snuggling his fingers into her pussy to trap her clit, Adam had to struggle against Rachel when she tried to fight back.
Clearly having figured out what came next, she started to gulp air in, shifting to close her legs on Adam. Not about to let her get away with any more misbehavior, Killian lent his strength to Adam and held her soft thighs apart while his buddy spread her pussy wide, leaving her pink clit vulnerable to the dark clamp in Adam’s fingers.
“No,” Rachel whined, stretching as far as she could to get away. She didn’t even move an inch, turning her panic into begging. “Please, Adam, I can’t…can’t—ahhhhhh!”
Killian moved back, mimicking Adam, as Rachel went tearing into a screaming frenzy as she thrashed in her binds. The tantrum gave Adam and him enough time to get ready in their positions, but they hesitated until she calmed down enough to breathe with at least some regularity.
“You all right, darlin’?” Killian called out, waiting to see if she could actually form a word.
Rachel gave him the yellow light when she managed to roll a groan into an actual syllable. “No.”
“But you feel good, right?” That was all Killian really cared about.
Even if she couldn’t form the word “yes,” Rachel didn’t tell Killian “no” either, and he knew damn well and good she could have. Killian also had the eye sight to see the thick sheen of arousal on the inside of her thighs, not to mention the ability to smell the sex rolling out of her body. Whether she would admit it or not, Rachel was right where they wanted her. Nodding to Adam, he unleashed his partner to start.
“Listen up, wench,” Adam grunted, not the least bit compassionate sounding. “You’ve been rude, disobedient, and difficult at every turn. For all of that, you will be punished.”
“P...pu…punished?” Rachel stammered out, her head lifting with the obvious sense of panic.
Killian answered with a crack of the whip in his hands. The flat side of the velvet tassels slapped over her thigh, making her start with a scream as her own motion set all the chains jingling. Before the red marks had even started to fade, Adam matched Killian’s mark with his own, bringing his tassels down hard over her ass and sending the little wench into a fit.
Chapter 8
Pain and pleasure blurred beneath the intense vibrations radiating throughout Rachel’s body. Her ass burned as the whips licked up over her rump, each slap unleashing a lash of fiery sparkles. The searing sensation danced over her skin in shuddering ripples. The motion made the clamps pinch even harder, sending back their own searing bolts of pleasure through her muscles.
Trapped in an endless cycle of pain and pleasure, Rachel could only cling to the hope that a climax would come and release her. She needed it now, before the pressure killed her, but no amount of crying, pleading, or begging worked on Adam or Killian. They showed themselves to be merciless in a way she’d have never conceived. They drove her further and further into the heart of passion’s madness until she became a feral thing of naked need.
As the tide of lashes receded, Rachel could still feel its echo rippling spastic waves of delight through her. She’d have willingly said or done anything they had wanted right then. If only they’d give her a taste of the ecstasy barely out of reach, she’d have pledged them her soul.
A broad hand brushed back the hair sticking to her sweaty cheek, and she turned into the touch, trying to find the sound in her ragged breathing to beg. Raw from screaming, her throat could only issue broken squeaks that ranged into heavy pants.
“Now don’t you come yet, wench,” Adam warned in a hard voice, thrilling Rachel even more. Oh, but she wanted to defy him. “Or you’ll earn more punishment.”
The threat didn’t change anything. Rachel would have endured any repercussions for stealing an orgasm right then. A little more punishment meant nothing in comparison. All they had to do was
give her a chance to defy them. Adam did so a second later.
When the first clamp popped free of her nipple, Rachel thought she’d been shot in the chest. Pure, liquid heat shot straight through her body, igniting every cell in its wake until her entire body hummed with undiluted pleasure. So close, every muscle strained and stretched to reach the promised land of release. At the tugging on her other nipple, Rachel braced, readying herself to get swept over the edge.
The second wave of rapture to crash over her body wasn’t enough. As her chest throbbed out a primitive beat of need that echoed down to her cunt, all Rachel could do was twist in her binds and beg.
“Please.” Scraping over sore vocal cords, the word almost hurt to form. Her neck strained painfully as Rachel tried to beg for them to have mercy.
“Not yet, baby girl.” Killian’s murmured assurance didn’t help the rigidness seizing her muscles as Rachel braced, feeling Adams finger brushing over her mound.
One more clamp. Rachel’s eyes rolled back in her head with the thought as Adam’s thick fingers began pressing her pussy lips wide. The sizzling streaks of delight whipped up her spine as he started tugging on her sensitive bud. Her clit blossomed with full scale rivers of rapture the second Adam released it. Blood rushed into the tiny nub making it pulse, setting the tempo for the constant rush of lust crashing over her body.
The need left its mark on her face. Overwrought, Rachel gave in to the emotion, letting tears leak right down her cheek. A warm, rough set of fingers brushed the moist tracks away as they curled around to lift her cheek. The soothing touch turned heated as Killian rubbed his thumb over her lips and growled down, “You have the prettiest mouth.”
“And the best fucking suck, man.”
Rachel could easily imagine them sharing a grin over Adam’s lewd comment, but it didn’t bother her. Not with the sound of Adam’s voice coming right from behind her. He was there. She could hear him stepping into the tub, feel the brush of his jean-clad thigh against the back of hers.
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