BDSM Mega Boxed Set

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

  “Yes, he called to say he’ll be there,” I tell him, avoiding his piercing blue eyes as I do so.

  “He hasn’t come home yet, though.” It’s a statement, not a question. “Where is he staying?”

  I choke on my next words. “At Kaley’s.”

  “You’re still angry with her?” Dom Luke’s question holds a note of challenge.

  I look at him, finding his eyebrow quirked up and an all knowing smile on his lips that I hate in that moment.

  Shrugging, I say, “I know I’m probably being childish. If I can have more than one lover, why can’t he?”

  He nods. “You share me, you could share her, too. Did you really need to fire the poor girl?”

  I spluttered at his nonchalant attitude. “That’s different! It’s a job with you. And I reacted badly, but he did it to goad me into—” I bite my lip to stop the confession falling from my lips.

  Dom Luke gives a curious frown. He takes my hand as he moves closer. The heat of him pressed against me speeds up my heart.

  “Goad you into what, my love?”

  His hot breath fans the side of my face and I swallow. “Nothing.”

  His hand wraps possessively around my hip, pulling me even tighter to his side. Now the heat from our bodies melts together. I lick my suddenly dry lips.

  “He hasn’t returned home. You two are still angry with each other. It must’ve been something. Something big.” Now he grips my chin and turns my head, forcing me to meet those glacial blue eyes. “Tell me.”

  I inhale slow and deep, swallow hard again. My eyelids want to flutter closed, but I know Dom Luke will demand I look at him when I speak the truth. “He wanted me to choose between you and him. He told me he loves me. But I told him I couldn’t choose because I love you both.” The last part of my confession drops to a whisper.

  “My darling.” He pinches my chin and draws me nearer for a kiss. “Why did you wait so long to tell me? I love you, too.”

  “So long?” I chuckle against his lips, then shiver as his tongue coaxes mine apart. “It’s only been a couple months since I met you.”

  He laughs in return and says, “Sometimes you know right away when something is perfect,” before his tongue slips deeper and our mouths crush together.

  His scorching kiss trails from my lips to my neck as his hand moves over the front of my summer dress. I open my legs as his fingers slip closer to my pussy. His palm pushes up the filmy hem and molds to my knee. His kiss leaves me breathless and needy for release as his hand moves higher, higher. A thumb presses the thin, lacy panel separating my sex from his touch and then it’s gone.

  I mewl in disappointment as he ends the kiss, too. My eyes flutter open as his knuckles sweep over my cheek.

  “You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you, Mistress?” His eyes flash and his crooked smile is full of wicked intent. “Keeping secrets from me and Jake, terrifying a lusty nanny.”

  I can’t help but chuckle at that, but he stills my lips with a finger pressed firmly to them.

  “I think you need to be disciplined,” he almost growls. “Right here and right now.”

  Dom Luke swiftly strips me of my summer dress, leaving me in nothing but my wispy panties. He strips down to his expensive trousers and tells me to kneel in the cool green grass at the edge of the bench. I obey, pressing my cheek to the polished, marble-like seat. He kneels behind me long enough to bind my wrists with his silky, striped tie.

  “What do we do with bad girls, Mistress?” he whispers in my ear, his warm, sculpted chest pressing against my bare back as he does so.

  “We spank them,” I say, my voice going raspy. “We spank them and fuck them.”

  He gives a dark laugh. “If you want a fucking, you’ll have to take your punishment first.”

  His hand meets my ass cheek with a loud smack that leaves it burning, chasing away the coolness of the summer night’s kiss. Fingers slide up my goose pimpled inner thigh and move with agonizing slowness toward my sex. I swivel my hips, trying to get closer to his touch, and his hand cracks against my butt again. The stinging makes my labia pulse with wanton want and I gasp.

  Finally his fingers skim over my damp slit, but he flits the tips over my clit oh so briefly. I moan in frustration when they drift away. Both hands return to my ass and his palms mold to my plump cheeks, stroking away the pain. This makes my sex throb harder, and I want his fingers inside me, his cock inside me, but I mustn’t cry out or he’ll stop as further punishment.

  One hand slithers back up my inner thigh and his fingers trace circles over the soft, sensitive skin while he kneads my butt cheek with the other. I fist my own fingers around the silky tie at my wrists, panting as I wait for his touch.

  “Don’t come until I tell you to,” he says, his voice ragged with lust. “I want you shivering with need before you orgasm. It’ll be so much sweeter when you let go.”

  He presses a kiss to the small of my back while he spreads my labia. His touch traces my wet folds but still he avoids my clitoris and doesn’t enter me. I moan and beg in a breathless whisper, which earns me another sharp rap on the butt.

  Finally his touch slides over my clit. He grinds his thumb into the swelling nub and I almost come right then, but I hold off as I’m told. My hips have a mind of their own, however, and they arch backward into his caress, greedy for his strokes. I’m thankful he doesn’t punish me for this.

  He rolls my clit between a thumb and finger while he sweeps tiny kisses and small bites up the length of my spine. I whimper and tremble, biting my lip to keep from begging, “Please, let me come. Please, fuck me now.”

  One finger holds back the hood of my clit while the other glides over it again and again. I can’t stop my hips from moving in time with his touch. My breath is shallow and rapid.

  He places a kiss to my shoulder then asks, “Would you like to come, Mistress? Beg for release, my love.”

  “Yes, please…” I manage to get out. “Please let me come. Please fuck me.”

  He gives a lothario’s laugh. “You may come. Spill your juices all over my fingers and then I’ll fuck my bad girl until she comes again.”

  He rubs my clit faster, swirling circles over the swollen bead of flesh and giving it those delicious pinches. I rock against his hand and my mouth opens in a silent scream as the orgasm bursts deep in my pelvis and ripples out, making every inch of my skin shiver.

  “Good girl.” He laps me clean, telling me I can’t come as he does so. I must save the next climax for his cock. He wants to feel me squeeze him tight, and when he tells me this I grow hotter and wetter still.

  He takes off his pants then he strokes his thick cock between my butt cheeks, slides it between my seeping labia, before grinding the fat glans into my clitoris. Renewed bliss shoots out from this center and makes me thump my ass backward, begging him to fuck me.

  His thick shaft slides deep inside, stretching me wide. I coo as his thrusts take on a slow, sensual rhythm. My face presses tighter into the polished stone seat of the bench. The cool, short grass cushions our knees as our bodies become one.

  His plump glans glides over that sweet spot inside me, rubbing it just right until a wonderful pressure unfurls inside me. It warms and tingles through my every cell. I arch my back and relax, letting him slide deeper inside me. My pussy walls clench strong around his cock, milking him of every ounce of pleasure he has to give.

  As he fucks me, he bends over my body and plants more kisses and sharp bites across my back, between my shoulder blades. Our bodies undulate together faster and faster and I gasp amidst the pleasing assault of stimuli. I feel so worshiped by his touch, so complete, and I never want this ecstasy to end.

  His tongue flicks out to tease my ear, then he whispers, “Come now, Mistress. Come hard around me. Squeeze me tight and make me cum with you.”

  His words fan my lust, making me feel all the more carnal. I squeeze my kegel muscles as much as I can and his thrusts grows faster as our mating grows w
ilder. His glans bumps against my g-spot perfectly, making the pressure building there burst and rush through me. I see stars behind my eyes and cry out as he bites down on the side of my neck. The orgasm gushes out from my core, leaving me trembling and gasping for air.

  He grabs a handful of my hair and yanks me back to place a scorching kiss on my lips. One, two more thrusts and then he spills his seed deep inside of me. Then he pulls out and gathers me into his arms, guiding me down with him so we lay in the cool grass together. The heady perfumes from the flowers fill my nostrils and I sigh.

  “I love you, Carrie Brannigan,” he whispers into my hair. “And don’t worry. We’ll all be together. I will make sure of it.”

  ***

  Five nights later I’m dressed in a chiffon tearaway dress and putting in diamond earrings Dom Luke bought to surprise me. I smile and my heart warms while I prepare for tonight’s big performance. Dom Luke wanted to hire me a new nanny, but instead I made a deal with Mrs. Granger to watch the kids when I work nights. She can use the money, being a retired woman on a tiny pension, and there’s no fear of finding her in Jake’s bed. Luke laughs when I tell him this.

  Jake and I have barely spoken since the incident, but tonight he’s acting far more friendly than usual. He showed up at my place early and took the kids over to Mrs. Granger, and he’s smiling.

  However, I’m still in a mood with him and, though I know it’s spiteful, I poke him a bit before Dom Luke arrives to take us to Surrender Sanctuary. Sanctuary is the crème de la crème of Surrender’s resorts. A place where only the major shareholders and their guests are allowed to play.

  “So, how’s life with Kaley?” I ask as he helps me put on the diamond necklace that goes with the earrings Luke gave me.

  “I’m not staying there anymore.” His tone is clipped and I’m curious.

  “Why not?” I turn to look at him, but he avoids my gaze.

  “It just didn’t feel right.” He shrugs and finally meets my eyes. There is sadness there, but something else. Relief, maybe even hope? Again I wonder what’s brought the change on in my longtime friend.

  “Where are you staying now?” I reach out and stroke his cheek. “If you want your apartment above the garage back—”

  He presses a finger to my lips and smiles. “It’s okay. I’m staying with a friend. Now, let’s get to that performance.”

  I’m curious about this friend and why Jake chooses not to return to my home. Sad too, but I swallow all that down, take his hand, and go to the front door with Jake to greet our boss, Dom Luke.

  ***

  Luke’s Rolls Royce whisks us inside the spacious grounds of the Surrender Sanctuary resort. It reminds me of an old plantation mansion, with its looming white columns, peaked roof, and verandas lining most of the upper floor windows. The grounds are well manicured and breathtaking in their shades of variegated greenery. Dom Luke tells us this is nothing compared to the main garden we’ll be performing in.

  We move through a pair of massive, white doors, into a spacious foyer carpeted in crimson. The black and white checkerboard floor compliments the pristine white walls nicely, and I let myself soak in the sumptuous atmosphere as we check in. Soon a young man dressed in a pair of tight fitted leather pants, a collar, and nothing else arrives to show us through the mansion and take us to our destination.

  I gasp after I step out from between two high, well manicured hedges that act as lofty walls leading into the garden. This outside wonderland truly is breathtaking. A potpourri of pleasing scents tickle my nostrils and calm my nerves. In the center of all this colorful lushness is a fountain that depicts two water nymphs cavorting with a satyr.

  Wreathing the outside of this fountain are polished stone benches that stretch in a large circle that reminds me of ripples in a pond. As we draw nearer to the fountain, I also notice two balancing beams have been situated close to it. Both of these beams have been surrounded with a carpet of flowers—roses, huge lilies, hyacinths. Behind the beams there is a slim, long table laden with sex toys. I swallow and my stomach flutters with anticipation.

  As the moon peeks over the mountains, people begin to drift into the garden and the lanterns strung about begin to glow. My throat tightens but I regulate my breathing, reminding myself the show must go on. No time to chicken out and run screaming like a ninny. Somehow I don’t think the major shareholders would appreciate that.

  Dom Luke commands Jake and I draw nearer to him. Jake is clad in only silk tearaway pants that look like pajama bottoms. Now our dom gets between us and takes a fistful of the material we wear. With a sharp yank, he rips our garments free and we’re left standing naked in the crisp, fragrant air. Next he fastens collars lined with silver loops around mine and Jake’s neck. These are joined to one another by a long, silvery chain that glints as the light cast by the lanterns flicker over it.

  “Tonight, you will witness my creations in action,” Dom Luke tells our audience. “My two most treasured submissives will use these creations, putting on a show of admirable discipline and restraint before I give them a finish filled with bliss.”

  The crowd applauds and Luke gives a small bow.

  “Now, shall we begin?” The crowd murmurs approval and my dom goes to the table to select our devices. We’ve gone over our safe words and procedures involved in tonight’s performance many times, so I do know what to expect. But knowing and truly experiencing are two very different things.

  Our dom walks to Jake first and tells him to bend over and spread his legs. He holds up a clear butt plug that looks like it’s made of jelly. “This little number is designed to use the body’s capacitance to power it and give pleasure. It will communicate with his flesh, give him an orgasm, using the electricity his body produces.”

  Dom Luke uses a special lubrication oil to prepare his submissive’s ass for the toy. As he does so, my co-worker’s glittering green eyes settle on me. His face is almost unreadable, but his eyes seem to glitter with desire as they rake over my now bare curves.

  After our dom is done with Jake, he moves to me with a toy and gives a similar explanation on its benefits. I receive a pair of gleaming, cold Ben Wa balls up my ass and pussy, after he applies the fragrant lubrication oil to me. He tells me and the crowd the oil also works to stimulate further sensation. I gulp, thinking of the test ahead.

  Dom Luke walks back to his place in front of the toy table and addresses the crowd. “These remotes control the toys.” He holds up some tiny black devices. “With a flick of a button I can up the challenge.” He gives a dastardly chuckle the crowd returns.

  My throat goes dry as our dom tells us to get up on the balance beams. Jake looks at me and I at him. Our eyes seem to exchange a silent understanding and willingness to pass this test. I give him a small smile just before I position myself on my beam.

  We’re tethered together by our collars, and the silver chain is pulled taut as we prepare at the far ends of our beams. Dom gives us the nod, rattling off more instructions as we begin.

  “They must not crush any flowers, must not stumble from the beam, while I test them.”

  His words become a rhythmic drone in my ears as I focus on the polished wood under my feet. One inch forward. Two inches.

  “Should they stumble and ruin the blooms beneath them, then the show will end and there will be no pleasure for them.” The crowd gives out a sound of disappointment at these words from Dom Luke, which makes the pressure on myself and my co-worker even greater.

  I creep another inch forward, feeling confident, and that’s when our dom powers up the toys nestled deep within us. I focus on the other submissive and notice the dom has also attached a cock ring to his thick, veiny erection. It strains tight and he won’t be able to cum until the ring is removed.

  Another inch. The vibrations zip through my pussy and sparks a delicious tingling deep inside. I try to keep my breathing even and my legs steady as I move. The chain linking me and the other sub tings and sweat beads my brow.


  “Remember,” Dom Luke warns. “You also can’t come until I allow it.”

  I bite back a moan of disappointment. The dom must notice this, for he gives me a lecherous look and amps the speed on the remote higher. Along with this, the fact my body is heating up and producing more electricity makes the toy do wicked things to me. My legs weaken and I almost stumble from the beam.

  A gasp goes up from the audience and my stomach tightens, which helps heighten the stimulation running through my sex. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, standing still as I regain my composure. Then I take a step, another step. My legs are steadier and I’m happy I’ve overcome this challenge, for now at least.

  The other submissive’s body glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. He holds his arms out wide as he inches forward, eyes focused on the thin beam beneath his feet. Every now and again he looks up and we exchange encouraging glances, but our concentration is fully demanded by the task at hand.

  Our dom moves forward and he has more toys to add to our torture. I inhale deeply as his warm palm touches my skin, slips up my ribcage, and cups my heavy breast. He attaches nipple clamp to each. They’re joined together by a threadlike chain that connects to a clitoral clamp. When he fastens this between my legs, my toes curl around the balancing beam and I clench my teeth. Fireworks seem to go off in my brain.

  He slaps my ass before he leaves me. “Walk, Mistress.”

  I chuff air out of my nose as I watch his muscled ass saunter away in his tight leather pants. He approaches his other submissive now, delivering his torment. Nipple clamps are fastened and a chain connects these as well. The dom secures it to a loop on the sub’s cock ring, pulling the chains tight. The other sub stops as his brow wrinkles with intense concentration. He hisses air out between his teeth before he continues walking. Our dom slaps his ass, repeats the command, and moves off.

  One step. Two step. Three. Each one is an agony / ecstasy.

  My g-spot trembles from the intense pressure dammed up inside it. My clit throbs and swells, and I’m on the brink of coming, but I have to bite my lip to stop myself. I can only imagine the exquisite pain the other sub is enduring, for he couldn’t cum even if he wanted to, due to the cock ring. His face is almost as red as his hair now.