BDSM Mega Boxed Set

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

  Isaiah takes up the instructions. “Tonight you’ll experience the high that comes from endorphin release. When we cause you pain, your brain fills your bloodstream with adrenaline, making you feel euphoric. This and the chemicals released when you experience pleasure will comingle to create an amazing release. You’ll understand once we’ve finished with you.”

  My skin prickles as they spread my legs and strap each ankle into a shackle. Electricity seems to skip through my every cell. I place my cheek against the cool leather of the saddle and close my eyes. I’m terrified and filled with anticipation.

  Slowly my dress is inched up to my waist. The soft fabric gliding up over my butt makes my sex tingle all the more. My legs weaken, and for a moment I’m glad for the extra support the ankle shackles give me. Cool air sweeps over my exposed skin and I bite my lip, squeeze my eyes shut tight. I’m fully exposed and vulnerable. Heat floods my cheeks and my pulse pounds in my ears as I wait for what happens next.

  A soft, wide palm cups one butt cheek. I bit my lip harder as the warmth from his skin seeps into me, sending electric shocks out from his touch. My pussy throbs and grows wet.

  His hand swirls circles over my goose pimpled skin, then it moves lower, stroking the crease where my ass meets upper thigh. His caress calms and titillates me. I almost let a sigh escape, but I remember their instructions not to let any sounds escape me until they tell me I can. So I push the noise back down my throat.

  Another hand curls around my other leg, near the knee, and it massages the muscles there, moving upward as it continues to knead away my tension. My eyes flutter closed and I focus on my breathing as I will myself not to react verbally. The hands brush over the cleft between my upper thigh and sex, making me wriggle in reaction. I want them to touch me there, but my wanton need humiliates me. I want to throw all self-control away and beg them to pleasure me. The needy lust growing inside surprises me. I’ve never been so unchecked with my desire.

  A sharp slap cracks against my ass and I let out a little squeak of shock.

  “You reacted without permission, mistress,” Isaiah speaks in a commanding tone that makes me shiver. “Do not move until we say you can.”

  “Yes, sir,” I murmur against the cool leather.

  “Good girl,” he drawls, his tone oozing over me like warm honey.

  The hands return, stroking up and down my legs and ass, skimming oh so close to my sex but never touching it. Soon I’m mad with lust, and I let out a small sigh and wiggle atop the saddle again, despite the warning to stay still.

  Thwack! Another sharp slap jiggles my bum and makes me shriek.

  “Stay still,” Isaiah commands again. “And quiet.”

  I bite my lip to keep my outbursts restrained.

  “Now we’re going to spank you while we touch you, tease you,” Sawyer tells me, his voice husky with want. “When we’re done, we’ll make you come, but only if you’re ready to take it that far. You may respond, mistress.”

  The blood pounds like a drum in my ears. “I’m … not ready for sex yet.”

  “There are other ways we can make you come, mistress,” Isaiah growls.

  My breath grows ragged and shaky at the prospect. As heat burns my face once more, I whisper, “Yes, please make me come.”

  Sawyer leans over and plants a kiss near my ear. “Oh, we will, sweetheart. We will.”

  Then all semblance of tenderness evaporates as a harder slap is delivered to my ass. I grit my teeth as I rock forward on the saddle. The pain radiates through my cheek and my skin is alive with fire. I absorb the sensation as they’ve told me to, letting it melt into my flesh instead of fighting it. A wave of euphoria washes over my brain as the sting dissipates.

  One continues to caress me from knees to groin while the other dom plants another slap on my butt. The sting is deep and searing now. I squeeze my eyes shut so tight I see stars and I bite my lip until I faintly taste blood.

  “How does that feel, mistress?” Isaiah intones in my ear. “The pain and pleasure, do you like it? You can speak.”

  I lick my lips, try to form words through my daze. A reedy, “Yessss,” is all I can manage.

  A deep chuckle rumbles up from his chest, sending a thrill up my spine as I anticipate the next slap. “I knew you would be a natural at this.”

  Another blow rockets me forward and I let out a small grunt, but they don’t admonish me this time. Fingers splay my sex and explore it with sensual strokes. The fire there burns white-hot and a moan tries to tease its way past my lips.

  Another fierce blow lands across my ass and I squeeze my eyes shut so tight tears squeeze out the corners. Fingers pinch my clit then flit across it, making me arch my hips and press backward into the touch. Again, I am not punished, and I’m thankful since the intense sting from the last slap still lingers.

  “Tell us how you want us to make you come,” Isaiah commands.

  “Please … rub me…” I beg, blushing as sweat beads my forehead.

  “Rub you where? Rub you how? This is no time to be subtle. Be specific, mistress, or I’ll have to punish you further.”

  I lick my lips. A shiver traces up my spine. “Rub my clitoris. Rub and pinch it.” The heat in my face burns hotter. I’ve never been so needy for an orgasm in all my life. Sure, there have been a couple guys before this, but what I did with them was vanilla compared to this.

  One of the doms complies, running slick fingers back and forth over my swollen clit, moving fast then slow until liquid heat builds there and spreads through my loins. I buck backward into his touch like a cat in heat. Thankfully there are no punishments for my abandon, so I dare a small moan, which also goes unpunished.

  One of them kisses his way up my spine and then whispers in my ear, “How else can we pleasure you, mistress? Would you like me to slip my fingers deep inside you? Find that sweet spot and stroke it just right?”

  His words make my whole body flood with lust and heat. I’m humiliated, but I’m also the most turned on I’ve ever been in my life. Our acts are so carnal, primal, raw. I hover on the edge of an intense climax.

  “Please.” My voice is breathy and thin. “Please… yes.”

  “As you wish, mistress. Here is your reward for being such a good girl.” Warm fingers slide inside me and curl, seeking out that sweet spot. “Consider your first lesson a success.”

  Something deep inside me flutters and I moan loudly, pressing my face hard into the leather beneath it. There is pressure and a tightness in my lower belly. His touch rouses a wonderful sensation that unfurls and spreads out through my groin, down my legs. It makes me rock my hips and whimper as it builds and builds.

  Then I let out a little scream as a hot, wet tongue flicks over my engorged clit. The pleasure vibrates through my clitoris and lower belly. I fist my hands in my bonds and rock my hips back and forth, greedy to take in all the bliss these fingers and tongue have to give.

  He takes my clit deep into his mouth and flits his tongue rapidly back and forth over it. I clench my hands tighter in my bonds and let out another groan. The fingers inside me thrust slow and probe deep, curling and caressing with an expert’s touch. It isn’t long before I’m trembling atop the bench and my whole body tenses from the impact of the orgasm that explodes through me. I’m left shattered and sweating as I tremble from the force of my release.

  The doms unfasten my bonds and help me up off the pommel horse. They kiss me tenderly and gather me into their arms. “Well done, Maya. If you enjoyed that, we promise paradise with lesson number two.”

  My heart does a butterfly dance as I follow them upstairs, tiptoeing as we go.

  ***

  “So, how’s the new job going?” Ethan’s eyes are wide and I can tell by his impish grin he’s dying for news.

  I’ve definitely got enough to keep him happy for a week. Ethan loves a juicy piece of gossip, and the tale I’m about to tell is juicy indeed.

  I feel that now familiar blush creep into my cheeks. “It’s pretty
fantastic.” I sip my coffee and give him a look that says I have more, but he’s got to dig if I’m going to dish.

  “You tease.” He reaches over the table to poke me. “There’s something you’re not telling me. Come on. Don’t make me beg. Did Isaiah ravish you in the office or something?”

  “No, not exactly.” I smirk, stir my espresso, play it out a while to torture my best friend. “He and Sawyer ravished me in the dungeon.”

  His eyes practically swallow his face and his mouth gapes so wide I can see his tonsils. “Get out. They didn’t. You didn’t. Did you?”

  I bite my lip, lean in like a conspirator whispering national secrets. “I did and they did. I’ve kind of taken a second job with them.”

  “What?”

  I sip my espresso, make him sweat, then I confess, “I’m their sex mistress. Submissive, to be exact.”

  “Oh. My. God. Now I’m jealous I didn’t take the position.” He grins from ear to ear as he shakes his head at me.

  “I wouldn’t have done it, but the pay is amazing.”

  “I bet the fringe benefits are too.”

  I swat at him for the quip, but I’m laughing. “Seriously, I’ve made enough in two weeks to put a down payment on a new house for Patty and Xander. And Isaiah and Sawyer paid off all his medical bills.”

  “Sweetie, that’s amazing.” Ethan’s eyes are shining as he swoops out of his chair to hug me. “I’m glad this worked out so well for you.” Then he sits back on his haunches and concern briefly crosses his face. “Are you sure you’re okay with all this … mistress stuff though? I know Sawyer and Isaiah can be a little kinky—”

  I wave him off. “Ethan, hon, you don’t have to mother me. I love you and I appreciate your concern, but I’m more than fine with this. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” Although I really don’t, but good thing I bluff well.

  He smiles and brushes a finger over my cheek. “I’ll tuck away my hen feathers.” He winks. “If you’re happy I’m happy. Just don’t get your heart broken, doll. Cause then I’ll have to kill them both, and murdering a billionaire would make my life pretty messy.”

  I laugh this off and assure him I won’t get my heart broken, but a tiny voice in the back of my head taunts me, asking if I can really keep my emotions out of this game I’m playing.

  ***

  “This is fabulous,” Patty grabs me and gives me a massive hug as she takes in the great room of her and Xander’s new home. “Maya, you’re our personal angel. You know that?” Tears shine in her big brown eyes.

  I give her a smooch on the temple. “You and Xander have been there for me a lot. You helped him raise me. It’s the least I can do.”

  When Patty and Xander first married, I was still an awkward teenager and Dad’s health was starting to fail. My brother’s wife is as much a sister to me as she is sister-in-law.

  Josh runs in the room carrying a bright red fire engine. His tiny eyes widen and he lets out a “Whoa!” Patty and I laugh. This is one of the new exclamations in his budding vocabulary.

  Xander follows the toddler into the area. He’s using his cane today, and I can tell the pain is making him tired.

  “Hey, brother, take a seat on your new couch.” I point to a forest green reclining sofa I bought for them. Thanks to my new salary, I also partially furnished this new three bedroom rancher I just purchased for my brother and his family.

  His eyes also shine with unshed tears as he sits and rests his cane at the side of the sofa. “Little sis, we owe you big time. I promise we’ll pay you back one day.”

  Patty sits next to her husband and Josh plays between them on the floor with his new fire engine.

  “I don’t know what you’re doing for those employers of yours, but keep doing it,” Patty jokes. “Talk about generous.”

  I smile, thinking, If you only did know. As far as Patty and Xander are concerned, I’ve just taken on some extra duties for Isaiah and Sawyer. Xander pushed for details, so I rambled off some improvised story about being their personal assistant as well as their nanny now. Thankfully, he went for it, but I’m not sure my big brother is convinced. Xander always knows when I’m hiding something. But I push away the anxiety over my new double life and focus on the happy faces of my family.

  ***

  Two months have passed since I signed my contract with Isaiah and Sawyer. In that time, they’ve taken me into their bed as well as their dungeon. They’ve made me feel cherished in a way no man ever has before. Not that I’ve been intimate with a ton of guys. School and helping my brother kept me pretty busy, and there wasn’t a lot of times for dates or any socializing really. Darren, a guy I met in my history class, came close to being my first real love, but he never made me orgasm or feel the way Isaiah and Sawyer do.

  I’ve bonded with their children and come to love my life here. Isaiah and Sawyer have allowed me to provide practical miracles for my family. Gratitude overflows my being, and so does my love for them all.

  There’s that word again—love. I push it way back in my mind and try to ignore it. Instead I focus on the video streaming that Isaiah has told me to watch. Part of my training for my first BDSM scene in front of a crowd. I swallow over a knot in my throat and try not to dwell on the exposure, the vulnerability, I will soon face.

  A woman writhes in her bonds. She’s tethered to a slender silver apparatus by black straps that hold her spread eagle. A neon blue ball gag strains her mouth. Her jaw clenches as a whip cracks across her breasts. A muffled whimper escapes her.

  I lick my lips. The arousal I receive from these primal acts, and from watching them, still confuses me. I never expected to enjoy such surrender, such total submission. Growing up poor, and with my brother’s recent health needs, I’ve always had to maintain complete control over my life. Yet I enjoy giving up that control to Isaiah and Sawyer, letting them command my body and responses. It’s like, for the first time in my life, I feel comfortable letting someone else steer events. I can let go and truly be free.

  A large warm hand closes around my shoulder and I jump, letting out a tiny yelp.

  Isaiah chuckle rumbles through me, making my face and body heat. “What have you learned from the videos?” He sits beside me and scrutinizes me with those piercing, aquamarine eyes. Over the last two months, he’s peeled back his walls and shown me more of the man beneath the brusque demeanor. The man has a softer heart than he lets on when it comes to those he loves, and a fierce protective streak.

  I take a deep breath, look away from him and back to the video. “That there are many different forms of BDSM. The subculture is pretty vast and diverse. Some people make it a part of their daily lifestyle. Others save it for the weekend, or keep it strictly sexual.”

  He nods. “Discipline, orgasm denial, giving yourself over to another completely—it can be very spiritual for some as well. For me, partaking in a scene is similar to meditating. I enter a state of being unlike any other.”

  He brushes some brunette wisps from my forehead and I smile at him. The man terrifies me and thrills me. Even with the briefest touch, his raw power thrums through my skin.

  “Are you nervous about tomorrow night?”

  I maintain eye contact, knowing he’ll want to see the truth in my gaze when I answer. “No and yes. I really enjoy scening with you and Sawyer, but the exposure to other people…”

  “Frightens you?”

  I nod. “Very much.” Then I lick my lips and pause to consider my next words. “But I’m kind of looking forward to it, too. There’s a thrill to leaving my comfort zone, like when I play with you and Sawyer. I never expected that. It makes me feel more alive.”

  He breaks into a wide grin, showing white teeth. Then he leans forward in his chair and plants a gentle kiss to my forehead. “You were meant to be a part of our life.”

  He gets up and walks from the room, but as he does he says over his shoulder, “Come to my office when you finish up here. I want you to practice with the Ben Wa balls.”


  My face flushes, and that flush races over my skin, sending an ardent throbbing straight to my pussy. “Yes, sir,” I murmur meekly.

  Last time, Isaiah had me walk around his office naked with these tiny silver balls stuck inside my vagina. I had to clench my kegel muscles to keep them inside while I paced the room several times.

  But that’s minor compared to some of the scenes we’ve acted out in the dungeon. And as these memories fill my head while BDSM scenes hold my gaze, I can’t stand the erotic itch between my leg any longer. I look over my shoulder to make sure Isaiah is gone then I hitch up my skirt.

  My fingers dip beneath the lacy thong I wear. Another piece of lingerie the men have gifted me with. They bought me an entire new wardrobe of lacy and racy garments, not to mention the new everyday wardrobe they’ve bought me. I rub my swelling clit and spread my legs for better access to my sex. Already my labia is slick with my juices. Back and forth, back and forth I move my fingers. Then I slide them between my damp folds, using my wetness to lubricate my touch. I grind these slippery fingers into my throbbing nub and let my head fall back on my shoulders. A soft sigh escapes me.

  “Maya, in my office now,” Isaiah’s sharp command makes me almost fall out of the chair. “Ten lashes across that pretty little ass, then Be Wa practice. You’ve been a very naughty sub, masturbating without my permission.”

  Carnal heat simmers my blood. I jump up from the chair, stand straight, and look at the floor, assuming the submissive pose. “Yes, sir.” Then I follow him from the room, his thundering footsteps making my desire rise higher.

  ***

  My first scene in front of an audience. I take a deep breath and apply more eyeliner to finish off the smoky effect I’ve applied to my eyes. It brings out the deep brown of my irises and I hardly recognize myself. My chestnut hair is done up in a high chignon that Sawyer helped me with earlier. I look like a sexy siren. Gone is the bookish, shy girl I usually identify with.