BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  “I know you sent that picture of the Beast and I to Richard Winfrey,” Jacques says, and I hear Trina gasp.

  She gives a feeble protest, but Jacques isn’t falling for it.

  “Don’t lie to me,” his growl filters through my earpiece. “You’re the only one who could’ve stolen those pictures. You’re the only one who had access to them. And isn’t it convenient how they went missing when you and I divorced?”

  “So what?” she snaps back. “What’re you going to do about it?”

  “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do about,” he pauses, and I hold my breath as I wait for him to speak again. “If you ever send another picture to anyone at Strength Inc., or to the agency representing me, or the media, I’ll have to expose your little embezzlement secret to Power & Glory.”

  Power & Glory is the fighter representation agency Trina works for. She gives out a string of curses then relents, admitting her goal was to extort more money out of him, beyond what she received in the divorce settlement.

  “You’re broke already?” Jacques hisses at her. “What are you spending all this cash on?”

  “I was gambling again,” she admits, her voice low and sad. For a moment, I feel a twinge of sympathy for how hopeless the woman sounds. “I racked up some pretty big debts after a trip to Vegas with Shawn. He left me with the entire bill and ran off with some showgirl.”

  “Go get help,” Jacques voice softens. “Get back into rehab. I’m going to call you Monday morning, and if you haven’t checked in I’ll check in for you.”

  She agrees she needs to go back and get help for her gambling addiction. They talk a bit more and then Jacques emerges from the mansion. He jogs across the street and down a bit to where we’re parked, hopping in the back of the nondescript car we’ve rented for today’s operation.

  The Beast looks over his shoulder. “We good to go?”

  Jacques flashes his wide, boy next door smile. “We are. She won’t be causing us anymore trouble. And if she tries, well, she knows the results will be as disastrous for her as they will be for us.”

  ***

  One week later, the Beast and Jacques St. Pierre meet in their Heavyweight Championship match. The Beast asks me to act as his corner man since his regular guy, Tito Silva, is out with the flu. Me and his cut man Gary Blue, the guy who dresses any wounds and helps prevent injury to the fighter, are on the outside of the cage. We watch as the intense bout extends to the sanctioned five rounds. Both men look exhausted. Purple swelling and cuts on their faces show the wear and tear this test of endurance has taken on them.

  At the end of the last round, the three judges tabulate the fighter’s points and hand their decision off to the referee. Gary and I squeeze each other’s hands tight as we watch him walk to the ring.

  It’s a close contest, but Jacques wins by two points. Beast briefly appears disappointed in himself, but I see his sportsmanship has returned when he turns to his opponent, shakes his hand heartily, and then slaps him on the back as he hands over the championship belt to him.

  Then Jacques and the Beast motion to me to enter the ring along with Gary and the other ringside helpers. We gather together, basking in the cheers and applause of the crowd. The Beast kisses me soundly, but then Jacques pulls me away to plant his own kiss on my lips.

  The champion grabs the mic suddenly from the referee, looks at the Beast, who nods, and next does something that nearly leaves me breathless.

  “I have something to tell you all,” he shouts to the crowded coliseum. “I love this man!” He wraps his beefy arm around the Beast and plants a hot, wet kiss on him.

  The crowd erupts in a mixture of applause, boos, and shocked exclamations. I see some women throwing panties toward the cage and I can’t help but chuckle, despite the knot of apprehension now twisting my gut.

  “And we are falling in love with this woman,” the Beast adds, wrapping a huge arm around me and pulling me between him and the new champion. Before I can protest or say a word, I’m buried between their massive pecs as we embrace and the Beast ensnares my lips in a hungry kiss.

  Once the furor of the crowd dies down, we’re escorted from the cage and taken backstage to the locker room. Daniel is waiting for us there and he doesn’t look too impressed. However, I discover the boys had given him a heads up about what they’d planned tonight. He hadn’t been in favor of it, but together they hatched a plan to minimize any damage the media could do and protect us all, including Strength Inc and Jacques’ management company.

  “Why wasn’t I in on this?” I ask after we climb into the back of a limo later, on our way to yet another surprise the two men have promised me.

  “We didn’t want to worry you.” The Beast shrugs.

  “That’s a lame excuse,” I say, sounding petulant and feeling it, too. “I could’ve helped with the planning.”

  “Like tonight’s celebration, we wanted it to be a surprise,” Jacques adds, leaning forward to take my hand and kiss it.

  Any further protest from me is muffled as they begin to seduce me in the back of the luxury vehicle. But I let out a disappointed whimper when we stop all too soon.

  “Oh, just wait,” the Beast says, taking my hand and leading me out of the car. “It’ll get much better inside.”

  He and Jacques take my hands and we enter an exclusive sex club, or so they tell me as we walk through throngs of men and women dressed in mini-skirts, tight tops, short dresses, leather pants, and in most of the male’s cases, going shirtless. The place is set up like a trendy dance club, but the more we explore the more I notice people writhing in erotic ecstasy. I also notice sex toys behind glass near the bar, and some on display right inside this area’s see-through counter. Drinks and a dildo all in one stop.

  There are cages with dancers, or people making out, inside of them. Satiny pillows line the floors of these cages, and in one I see a woman in a leather bikini making a man clean her glossy black stilettos with his tongue. He seems to be thoroughly enjoying this, and he moans when the woman allows him to laps at her ankles.

  Booths are padded with plush red cushions, and there are couches all along the sides of the dance floor.

  “I’ve never been to a place like this,” I semi-shout into Jacques ear to be heard over the booming techno beat.

  He grins down at me. “And now that you have visited one you’ll never forget the experience.” He looks to the Beast. “We guarantee that.”

  They take me to a black lacquered table with a red booth that wraps around it in a semi-circle. The table, I notice, has drawers in it, and it is moved back by the men to give us more room to play. They tell me the drawers are filled with more sex toys. Everything from paddles and cuffs to a variety of vibrators, cock rings, dildos and more.

  I select some toys and we settle back on the plush bench to get started. People kiss and copulate on either side of us in other booths. Before Jacques leans in to plant his own scorching kiss on me, I see a man slide a woman’s tight, short dress up her curvy form and then quickly slip on a condom before he wraps her one leg high around his hip and glides his cock into her exposed pussy. The sight makes me all the hornier, and the kiss I take from Jacques grows hot and carnal instantly.

  The Beast glides my shimmering silvery mini up over my tanned legs. It skims over my thighs and he puts a hand at the base of my back, urging me to lift my butt so the dress can climb higher. Soon my sex is exposed to the coolness of air conditioned air and the seductive strokes of his fingers. My other lover yanks down the top of the garment and dips his head to tease a nipple. His big hand cups my breast, kneading the flesh while he suckles one tingling bud until its painfully hard.

  A large finger caresses the seam of my wet cunt, teases my pulsing hole with a feathery touch, then it moves to my clitoris to pinch and roll this swelling bead of throbbing nerve endings. My arms rest atop their strong, muscled shoulders, and my palms explore these sweat dampened curves and bulges as I sigh in bliss.

  “Before we
go too far,” the Beast whispers in my ear. “There’s something I have to tell you.”

  I’m annoyed that my erotic journey has been interrupted, but I ask in a breathy voice, “What’s that?”

  “Well…the thing about my mother? The story about me and Jacques parting on bad terms? That was kind of a lie.”

  I sit up, tearing myself away from my other lover’s lips.

  He gives the Beast a glare and mumbles, “You had to tell her now, didn’t you?”

  The Beast growls low, “I need to get this off my chest.”

  I grab his face and turn it so we’re eye to eye. “Then make it quick.” I’m not in the most patient of moods. “And let’s get back to more pleasurable things.”

  “If you’ll want to after what he has to say,” the heavyweight champion grumbles.

  The Beast glowers then continues. “I made up the story about Jacques getting mad when I told my mom about him and I. He was fine with her knowing. Jacques and I broke up on good terms.”

  I narrow my eyes at him, cross my arms over my now bare breasts. “Why did you lie to me?”

  He sighs, runs a hand through his black hair and looks away briefly. “Because I fell in love with you during our four month fling.” Now his hazel eyes pin me with open emotion and honesty, and it’s getting hard to remain angry with him. “I knew you didn’t want a relationship then, but I thought if I spent some more time with you again maybe you’d fall in love with me, too. Jacques knew everything.”

  I throw a glare at the man behind me.

  He sighs and shakes his head. “He wanted me to help him seduce you. He figured you couldn’t say no to two men wanting to pleasure you. I told him he should just be honest with you.”

  Now my anger is boiling, and I almost want to walk out of the club. “So you two sent that picture, and your ex-wife is innocent?” No way did an innocent person deserve to go down for the Beast’s twisted love games.

  “No!” Jacques eyes widen. “No, that we didn’t expect. That threw a wrench in everything. In fact, the Beast planned to tell you all about the setup after we had our first threesome, but by then we had the picture scandal to deal with, and he was worried you’d leave us in the middle of all that chaos. He didn’t want to lose you.” He touches my face, strokes a thumb over my lips. “And, to be honest, I’d hate to lose you, too. We may have lied to get you here, but what was said in the ring tonight when I won is completely true.”

  I look between the men, seeing their true remorse and love in their worried gazes. Try as I might, I can’t remain mad at them. And why spoil a wonderful celebration that promises pleasure for me as well as them?

  I touch their faces as I smile. “Less talking, more foreplay.”

  This is all the encouragement they need. Soon we’re writhing on the bench again, and it isn’t long before all three of us are naked, hard, and wet.

  A young woman slinks close and joins us. While the men tease me, placing one tongue around my nipple and another deep into my mouth, she gets to her knees before me and parts my legs.

  She’s a petite redhead beauty with curls cascading down around her shoulders. Freckles dust her pale face, and she closes her green eyes as she brings her mouth closer to my pulsing sex. Her small, pink tongue flits out and over my clit, sending an electrifying charge up through my pelvis. All the sensation I take in from my three lovers now spreads through my limbs like liquid bliss.

  The woman selects a purple vibrator from among the sex toys I’ve selected. It doesn’t look much like a real penis, but its smooth, extra curved body is designed to massage the g-spot perfectly. As she turns it on and slides it between my glistening labia, the men also take implements from the table.

  One selects a lacy black blindfold, which he ties around the back of my head. I almost protest, not wanting to be robbed of visuals on my first visit to this club, but then I realize I can still make out silhouettes and murky images through the sheer material. It’s rough yet soft stroke against my face adds to the pleasure I take in, so I leave it be. Plus not being able to see completely seems to heighten my stimuli too, for now bliss is taken almost solely through the sense of touch. This hones my focus in on what their fingers and tongues do to me, on how their warm, sweat dampened skin brushes over mine.

  My other lover takes a long silky scarf from the table and tells me to lean forward so he can bind my wrists behind my back. Now I am at their mercy completely, and I let everything go as they take charge of my erotic enjoyment.

  The woman between my legs sucks my clit deep into her mouth while she nudges the curved vibrator deeper into my pussy. It strokes and thrums over my g-spot, making this small bean shaped area swell and pulse with sublime pressure. My pussy tightens around the toy, milking it of bliss and urging it closer still to the erogenous zone it stimulates.

  Her hot tongue and mouth continue to work on my clit, flitting over the sensitive area until a delicious fire burns there and bursts throughout me. I come hard and long, and the release leaves me shivering between them.

  They urge me up onto my knees, and while one gets behind me I tell my other male lover to sit beneath my face so I can pleasure him while they pleasure me. As my legs are spread wide, I wrap my lips around his veiny, impressive erection and start to suck. His cock is just a shadowy shape behind my blindfold, but I can see enough to deliver bliss.

  I press my tongue into his balls while the lover behind me explores my ass with his lips, teeth, and tongue. He nips at my ass cheeks while he fondles my wet slit with large fingers. Then he spreads my ass wide and runs his tongue up and down, lingering and teasing at each hole. He suckles my perineum and dips his tongue deep into my cunt. Since I’m already so aroused and sensitive from the first orgasm, I come again quickly.

  The lady between my legs becomes an acrobat of sorts, bending her back and neck deeply so she can continue to lick and fondle my clit while I’m on all fours. As her tongue sweeps over it, I lick the length of my other lover’s shaft then begin to tongue beneath the ridge of his penis. He groans and strokes my hair, arching his hips up to meet my mouth as he does so.

  She pulls her mouth away and presses the vibrator to my sensitive sex, letting a strong hum zip through the tender, swollen flesh there. I moan loudly around the cock I pleasure as the man behind me now takes up a soft, velvety paddle from the table and begins to stroke me all over with it. He swirls circles over my shoulders with the downy surface, sweeps it like a paintbrush up and down my spine, then he traces figure 8’s over each ass cheek.

  A condom wrapper rips open, and moments later the man behind me slides his long, thick penis deep inside of me. He times this with a sharp rap against my butt and my cunt clenches down tight around him in reaction to both the penetration and the slap. I cry out as I suck the other man’s cock, and this makes him buck up into my mouth even more insistently.

  The lady teasing my sex with the vibrator now moves her mouth to my nipples. She tugs with teeth until more sharp sensation rockets from my breasts to my sex. I writhe and whimper as I feel a third orgasm building within me.

  Another stinging slap is delivered to my ass by the velvety paddle as the lover fucking me teases me with shallow thrusts. I clamp down around his penis, begging him to fuck me deep, but he continues to torture me for a while before he complies. His thrusts grow carnal and intense and the pressure in my g-spot explodes, making me ejaculate with this orgasm. He pulls out just in time to have me gush my juices all over his chest and abs. At the same time I finish off the lover in my mouth, and he cums deep down my throat, spilling his salty seed between my lips.

  I ask them to remove the blindfold and then request my lady lover suck off the man who fucked me so well while I watch. She presses her beautiful, large breasts together and tells him to cum all over them, which he does after he removes the condom. Then I crawl to the floor so I can lick her clean.

  After we recover from this first round, we bring the woman back up onto the couch and get ready to start al
l over again.

  ***

  One week later, I lay between my lovers, sexually satisfied and feeling sleepy as we lounge in the king sized bed in my apartment. I watch the two of them sleep as I think of all that’s happened.

  Daniel and the guys hired an excellent PR agent we’ve been working with to keep this whole matter from falling to gutter paparazzi who will twist the facts and have a field day with it. The agent is a respected member of the local GLBT community, and he’s turned us all into darlings for the cause. Along with the guys, I’ve become an advocate for spreading awareness of the homophobia that lingers in sports and sports entertainment. We’ve reached out to other closeted athletes, and the guys never once have had to think about retiring from MMA due to nasty threats from colleagues or the media. Oh, sure, there have been uproars, but everything has worked out far more positive than any of us expected.

  And as the Beast snores and rolls over onto his side, I think how thrilled I am we all got our happy ending.

  ***

  The Little Mermaid

  I button up my thick cable knit sweater and let the wind whip my strawberry blonde hair about my pale, plain face as I walk from my Honda to Sydney Harbour. Fat seagulls are out in full force today, giving me a baleful eye that says if I don’t have food I’m not welcome in their territory. For all their puffing of chest and squawking, I know the birds are harmless, and I grin at their antics.

  I board my boat, the Sea Enchantress, and wait. I’m sure there will be no late comers for a charter boat tour today. I use my grandpa Horace’s old lobster boat to take folks on whale, seal, and puffin watching tours. But I can’t really compete with the fancier setups many other charter companies have and I’m barely hanging on to my tiny, one person company.

  Still I keep the boat to feel close to Grandpa Horace. It’s all I have left of him, after he disappeared into the Atlantic Ocean on one trip out to her watery depths. The Sea Enchantress came back without him, and Horace Griffiths was never heard from again. But if business doesn’t pick up, I’ll have to sell the boat soon and look for a source of income elsewhere.