by Wane, BJ
Earlier this morning, Brock had been called into the club because the alarms had gone off indicating a break-in or malfunction. She had been restless, edgy, ever since he left and she had finally concluded it was because he didn’t have time before leaving to see to her needs. She had gotten so use to him bathing her every morning and following up with a lengthy session of receiving the pleasure of his belt and then his cock before starting her day that she was finding it difficult to function without them. Which was just plain pathetic, Lillian thought grumpily as she was laying out in the sun while waiting for his return. Rolling over on the lounge, she cradled her head on her folded arms, the heat of the sun feeling wonderful on her back and buttocks. If she had the nerve, or if Brock asked it of her, she would love to stroll the beach and wade in the surf. But, she wasn’t sure of Brock’s property lines or if his neighbors crossed them along the shore at will, so she stayed by the pool.
“Time to get out of the sun, pet,” Brock’s deep voice startled her a short while later.
“You’re back.” She smiled drowsily up at him.
Her pleasure at his return was evident in her smile and Brock felt his heart constrict almost painfully. Saying good-bye to her was going to be the most difficult thing he had ever done. To take his mind off that inevitability, he let his gaze linger on her plump cheeks, those enticing globes that he hadn’t had a chance to whip yet today. His cock had hardened as soon as he spied her lying so innocently on the chaise, and now demanded relief.
“Yes, I am. It was a false alarm, thank God, but it did interrupt our routine, didn’t it pet?” he asked as his hands went to his belt and slowly unbuckled it.
“Yes, master.” Lillian’s pussy creamed and her mouth watered in anticipation as she watched him slowly remove the thick leather from his waist and fold it over. As always, she awaited his instructions, her buttocks clenching in anticipation as he ran the leather over them softly.
“Stay right there,” he said before laying the belt across both buttocks in a hard swat.
Lillian cried out in painful relief, the sting both swift and pleasurable. Brock brought the belt down again, and again, each stroke harder, covering her ass completely.
“You’re ass looks so pretty, Lil,” he remarked as he hit the under curve of her buttocks, then her thighs. “See what whipping you does to me?” Brock pulled his engorged cock free and fisted it as he struck her gyrating ass several more times.
“Master,” Lillian whimpered, though she wasn’t sure what for. She didn’t want him to cease her torment yet, but the sight of his dripping cock was too enticing to deny. Licking her lips, she pleaded, “Please,” while lifting her buttocks for another delicious stroke of pain. As the heat enveloped her backside, she shuddered with the need to have his cock inside her. It didn’t matter where, so long as she was giving him pleasure.
Lillian’s need echoed his own and Brock dropped the belt and moved behind her. “Lift up, pet,” he demanded roughly before sliding his cock into her wet cunt as soon as she pushed herself up on her knees. Grabbing her red hips, he slammed into her, taking her fast and hard.
Lillian gloried in his rough possession and came quickly, her orgasm riding her body as hard as her master was. She was still convulsing around his cock when he came, filling her with his come, which triggered another climax, this one stronger, harder than the first. They were both sweaty and panting by the time Brock reluctantly withdrew from her clinging sheath.
“Come, on, pet.” Grabbing her hand he hauled her unceremoniously off the lounge. “Time for your bath and to get ready for my guests tonight.”
“Do I know them?” Lillian asked as she followed him into the cool confines of the house, not in the least surprised or put out about the last minute notice of his plans for the evening.
“You’ve seen them at the club. They’ll be attending with their subs.”
That was all the information about the evening that was forthcoming from him, but Lillian was looking forward to an evening with Brock and just a few close friends. The club was fun, but it was always crowded and demanded a lot of his time and attention. Brock washed her quickly and then she returned the favor. She was disappointed he didn’t fuck her mouth, as he usually did, so she was hoping he would allow her the pleasure of sucking him off in front of his friends. She enjoyed showing people how much she worshipped him.
When she came out of the bathroom after drying and straightening her hair, he was waiting for her with the black collar and leash. He didn’t say anything as he snapped it around her neck, cuffed her wrists and secured them together behind her before attaching the leash and leading her downstairs as the doorbell rang.
Lillian was surprised when she glimpsed the dining table laden with food, wondering who and when it had been set, but her attention was quickly diverted to standing meekly by her master as he greeted his guests. Five couples arrived and one single man who Lillian had been introduced to at the club before.
“Greg,” Brock greeted him with a handshake while holding her leash with the other hand. “Where’s Annie?”
Greg scowled, indicating his displeasure with his sub. “In her crate for the night after having received the crop. I swear, Brock, I’m going to turn her loose if this keeps up.”
“Giving you a hard time again?” he asked sympathetically.
“Lately, it’s constant. Shit, I’d like to come home to a peaceful house after a long hard day, at least once in awhile.” Greg’s warm brown eyes caressed Lillian openly. “Let me know when you get tired of catering to this guy,” he teased her. “I could use some TLC.”
Brock laughed to hide his unease, but was relieved when Lillian simply smiled at Greg and leaned closer to him, not saying anything like a perfect sub. “Get a drink and some food. I’ll see what we can do to lighten your mood.”
While the other subs were scantily dressed, revealing more than was hidden, Lillian was the only one completely naked. She felt honored that Brock thought enough of her body to show it off to everyone and the proud look on his face as everyone looked at her made it that much easier for her. Brock fed her little, small bites here and there and a few sips of wine before leading her to her mat by his chair.
“I’ll be back for you shortly,” was all he said as he looped the leash on to a small hook on his chair, a hook that hadn’t been there before tonight.
“Okay.”
Brock ran his hand down her hair before turning and mingling once again, only this time without her. Holding a glass in one hand, dressed all in black, he looked the handsome, charming host as he laughed and socialized. When he casually reached out to caress the naked breast of one of his friends sub, Lillian felt a small spurt of jealousy which was quickly squelched when she saw the indifference in his dark eyes. He hadn’t looked at her that way in a long time and she hoped it stayed that way.
“Hello.”
Lillian looked up at the pretty blonde who was wearing a completely see through, ankle length shift, belted at the waist. “Master Derrick gave me permission to visit with you. May I?”
“Of course.” Lillian scooted aside allowing room for her to sit next to her. “I’m Lillian.”
“Oh, my dear, I know. Everyone knows who you are! I’m Cynthia and you’re the envy of every woman that’s ever entered Fantasy. You have to tell me how you got Brock to agree to see to your fantasy personally.”
Lillian brows furrowed in confusion. “Isn’t that what he does?”
Cynthia laughed, drawing looks. “Not for several years, which is why we’re all so curious. Once he approves an application, he turns it over to someone else to fulfill, usually enlisting the help of one of his friends.”
“Oh, well, you see my fantasy was him-to be owned by him specifically,” Lillian admitted, surprised when she didn’t blush. She was discovering just how comfortable she was with people who had similar lifestyles. Maybe Cynthia or the other subs didn’t submit completely to their doms, like she did to Brock, but they at least un
derstood the desire to please their men.
“Still, for him to accept, that’s big, really big.”
“Are you lady’s discussing cock size or gossiping?” Cynthia’s dom, Derrick asked.
“You know all we’re interested in is your cocks,” Cynthia told her lover with a sassy grin.
“Uh huh,” he grunted skeptically as he hauled her to his feet. “Come suck my cock while we see what Brock has planned to entertain us.”
“Come, pet,” Brock said as he took her leash and led her into the middle of the large room.
Lillian kept her eyes on Brock, wondering what he had in mind. Her nipples hardened excitedly and her pussy swelled with damp need as she thought of him taking her here, of being able to show his closest friends how much she enjoyed pleasing him. A setting like this was so much more personal than the observation rooms at the club.
Brock turned a handle located inside a cabinet that lowered a chain from the ceiling. Lillian marveled at the contraption and wondered how she had missed it these past few weeks. Brock then unhooked her wrists from behind her and attached them to the chain as Greg joined them holding a spreader bar, something she had seen only on the internet. Both men knelt at her feet, each one attaching an ankle, leaving her spread about two feet. Brock then raised the chain, lifting her arms until she was on her toes, stretched tautly as Greg ran his palms up her legs to her buttocks. Lillian moaned softly and lay her head back when he kneaded her buttocks then spread them with his thumbs, exposing her vulnerable dark hole. When Brock casually passed Greg a flogger, her eyes widened with comprehension and excitement.
Brock moved in front of her and kissed her cheek softly. “I’m giving your ass to Greg tonight pet. He deserves a treat after having to put up with his subs shenanigans.”
Lillian simply nodded her head, the excitement and lust she saw on Brocks face alleviating any concerns she might have. Her own excitement and lust was aroused when both men bent and each took a nipple into their mouths, sucking her tits simultaneously. The dual stimulation caused her to jerk and moan in pleasure as their lips, tongue and teeth worshiped her nipples and pulled them into tight, pointed tips. She was breathing heavily, her pussy dripping noticeably when they pulled away and looped a clamp around each nipple, tightening them at the same time, causing her to cry out in surprised pain and discomfort.
“There, pet, it’ll pass in a minute,” Brock soothed her, his hands kneading her pliant flesh while Greg moved behind her. Rubbing his palms over the swollen, distended buds, he watched Greg’s arm lift and bring the flogger down across her ass, watched her eyes widen with that combination of pleasure and pain, and felt as if he was going to explode. She was so responsive, so giving, so fucking obedient, that the pleasure of being the reciprocal of all that was damn near overwhelming.
His friends had all expressed their envy of him over his luck in catching Lillian first, several have had the balls to ask his permission already to take his place when her contract was up. He had always replied simply that that would be up to her, but he knew if she were to turn to one of them, it would destroy that friendship. He just hoped to God that, when she left next weekend, it was to return to her normal life so he wouldn’t have to see her with another dom.
Lillian jerked again as the flogger splayed across her ass, the individual strands leaving fiery streaks of pain in its wake. Greg was applying the instrument with experienced expertise, his strokes measured and tempered to cover her entire backside, raising a delicious blend of heated pain and warm pleasure. Lillian whimpered and bit her lip against the onrush of sensation, the soothing touch of Brock’s hands on her breasts, waist and mound contributing to overload her senses. But it was the pleasure warming his black eyes that had her begging for release. “Master, please.”
“Wait, pet. Not until he’s taking your ass, then you can come.”
The flogger landed again, harder, causing her whole body to jerk. Lillian nodded, eager to comply just to please him. She was both grateful and disappointed when Greg dropped the flogger and she heard his zipper being lowered. Hard hands spread her sore buttocks right before a well lubed, condom covered cock filled her rectum. Gasping, Lillian unconsciously thrust back, accepting his cock eagerly while her master watched. Greg’s cock felt almost as big as Brock’s, filling her rectum completely while stretching her wide. She was inherently grateful for Brock’s foresight in not allowing her much food this evening as Greg began to ream her ass with hard, deep thrusts, making her realize how well her master looked out for her welfare.
“God, Lil, do you know how much it turns me on to see him fucking the ass I gave him, your ass?”
Brock’s eyes were filled with lust as he moved to the side of her and watched his friend fucking her, Greg’s cock powering in and out of her tight hole, her buttocks striped a pretty shade of red. Greg moved her hips back and forth in a steady rhythm, making her sway in her restraints as his heavy breathing and the wet slurping sound from the lube echoed in the room.
Brock moved back in front of Lillian and bent to kiss her neck, down to her aching breasts. As one hand released the clamps, the other went between her legs. “Now, Lil,” he demanded roughly as Greg shouted his release. “Come now.”
Lillian couldn’t have stopped that orgasm from exploding if her life depended on it. As Brock released the clamps, blood rushed back into her nipples, causing sharp needles of pain followed quickly by pleasure as Brocks mouth sucked the aching nubs. His fingers thrusting into her sopping cunt, his thumb rubbing her clit and Greg’s hard cock jerking in her ass all proved too much, and she screamed as the climax ripped through her with the power of a storm, making her spiral out of control and leaving her suspended in shaken stupor.
As much as she had enjoyed that, as hard as she had come, she still didn’t feel completely sated. She needed Brock’s cock, his seed, to experience full completion, so when he removed the spreader bar, released her wrists and pushed her to her knees, she opened her mouth and accepted his cock with greedy need. She sucked him voraciously, seemingly unable to get enough of him as she took him deep, her tongue worshipping him with long strokes. His hands held her head tightly as he thrust heavily and repeatedly into her mouth while she tried to hold him to her with strong suction and enticing swipes of her wet tongue.
Lillian looked up into his dark eyes as his cock stiffened then jerked with his release. The deep need and pleasure reflected there made her heart soar, his seed filling her throat made her tremble with pleasure.
Brock’s guests were all getting blow jobs from their subs, one sub moving between her dom and Greg’s penis with practiced skill. But none of them were looking at their doms with the adoration and pleasure that Lillian gave him, none of them seemed to savor the taste of their semen the way Lillian did his, gulping it down greedily, milking every drop while searching for more. Brock refused to allow thoughts of their imminent parting to intrude on this special moment, instead choosing to embrace his orgasm fully, shaking with the release as he spewed down her convulsing throat, smiling inwardly at the few envious looks from his friends.
Jean-Luc greeted her warmly the next morning when she entered the kitchen. “You look radiant, ma petite,” he said thinking she was glowing with pleasure brought on by her growing feelings for Brock. Unfortunately, Brock’s sour mood indicated he was still fighting the attraction between them. He had been glad when he grabbed a cup of coffee and headed down to his gym to work off whatever was eating him.
“Thank you, Jean-Luc,” Lillian replied. Grabbing an apron, she slipped it over her head and tied it in the back. “What can I help you with?”
Her good humor was infectious and Jean-Luc had to resist the urge to go down and box Brock’s ears, something he would do if that boy came up and did something to dim Lillian’s pretty smile. “You can stir the hash browns, if you wish. I just started them.”
Lillian turned to the stove giving him a good look at her pink buttocks and the come staining her inner thighs. S
uch a lovely sight, he thought fondly, knowing that her well spanked bottom had a lot to do with her mood. His Marie had always been so mellow and sweet after he had reddened her ass and Allison was the same way.
Lillian waved to Richard out the window as he came out of his garage apartment. He waved back, smiling shyly, before disappearing inside the garage. “Jean-Luc, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, dear.”
“I know my master has helped several people who have been down on their luck, such as MaryAnn and Michelle, so I was wondering what Richard’s story is. How has he helped him?”
“Well, I’m not sure either Richard or Brock would appreciate me going in to too much detail, but I will tell you that Richard returned from the war in Iraq a changed man, having witnessed some awful things along with losing his leg. Brock simply gave him a job and quiet place to live while he comes to terms with some things. Why do you ask?”
“Ask what?”
Lillian turned around quickly trying to mask her guilt from Brock. “I was just asking Jean-Luc about Richard.”
“Why?” he asked, one dark brow raised, his hands on his hips.
“Because he has a thing for MaryAnn and she’s been hurt enough. I wanted to make sure he was good enough for her.” Lillian felt her face flame red as she turned back to the stove, missing the knowing grin the two men shared.
“Match making, pet?” Brock came up behind her and kissed her on the neck.
“No, I know it’s none of my business, but it is awfully nice of you to help these people out.”
“Don’t go making me out to be a saint. They earn their pay just like anyone else.”
Lillian smiled inwardly at his gruff tone but was relieved to see he had worked off his bad mood. He was back to being congenial and she refused to dwell on the reasons for his mercurial temperament. She only had six days left with him and she could only hope they pass as pleasantly as the past week, adding to her fond memories as she feared that would be all she was taking with her.