The McGilley Trilogy

by B J Wane

  Brett settled in a single armchair wondering what was taking Kayla so long to change. Almost all of the women were parading around the room in skimpy, sheer costumes that he knew weren’t going to be on long, and neither would Kayla’s, which he could have told her and saved her the trouble of changing in the first place if she had given him a chance. It had been two weeks since he had felt the tight, wet clasp of her pussy around his cock, and he was anxious to end that dry spell. When he saw Colin and Donovan grin at him right before the music changed to something soft and sultry, he wondered what was up.

  He didn’t have to wonder long. People parted to allow Kayla, a vision in what looked like a very sheer harem costume in a pretty blend of coral and white colors that went well with the cloud of black hair framing her veil covered face, to undulate her way into the center of the room. His mouth practically watered as his cock rose to a stiff aching erection watching her sinuously make her way towards him, her bright blue eyes never wavering from his.

  Slender arms moved up and down, soft breasts swayed with each choreographed move and full hips rotated between twisting and thrusting as her small feet danced her closer to him until she was right in front of his chair. Everyone seemed to stop what they were doing to watch her, but it was obvious her dance was meant to raise the lust of just one man, him. As the music increased its beat to a pulsing staccato rhythm, her hips followed suit. With an ease born of practice she went from thrusts to figure eights to hip circles, the coin belt with its dangling loops of tiny bells cinched around her hips tinkled with the rapid movements.

  Arms above her head, she smiled behind her veil, twirled and gave him an enticing view of her undulating hips and ass, her buttocks clenching tightly, her feet barely seeming to move before spinning back to face him. A fine sheen of perspiration glistened on her soft abdomen and the fast movements of those muscles turned him on as much as her hips and breasts did. When she pointed one small foot forward, her long skirt fell between her legs, giving him a glimpse of her completely denuded pussy, the sight of those soft bare folds forcing him to clench his hands into fists to keep from reaching for her. Her sheer veil couldn’t hide the wicked grin that spread her lips when she noticed his look and he returned it with an equally wicked smile that promised retribution for her tease.

  It took all of Kayla’s control and concentration not to stop right then and there and climb onto the erection she could see straining his slacks. She knew what that smile meant and if her arousal wasn’t already threatening to rage out of control, the promise it gave would have done the trick. Always before she had lost herself to the music and the dance, emptying her mind of everything except the pleasure they both gave her, but now her mind was filled with the man in front of her, of pleasing him and anticipating the pleasure she knew he was promising her.

  Picking up the speed of her knees as the music grew before once again isolating her hips by balancing her weight on both feet, she contracted her buttocks and lower back to shimmy her hips in a fast staccato movement that matched that of the music. Her breasts swelled and swayed, her nipples taut peaks that the gauzy fabric of her top continually rasped against, she finished her dance with a wild flourish of whole body movement before dropping forward in a submissive bow.

  Slowly rising, panting from her exertion, her body damp from the workout, she barely heard the applause around her as she looked down into shining green eyes filled with approval and lust. Her eyes shifted from his down to his crotch where he had a tight grip around his freed cock and she licked her lips in anticipation of tasting that precious fluid that was seeping from his slit.

  “Ride me,” Brett instructed hoarsely, aching to feel those soft folds close around him as they sucked him inside her.

  “No, Brett. Tonight I want more than just your cock. I want all of you, naked on one of those big beds in the other room.”

  Brett rose without hesitation, adjusted himself as best he could and grabbed her hand. “I don’t have a problem with that.” Brett never stripped completely at the club, for no particular reason other than expediency. But now, even though he was anxious to get inside her, the need to give her what she wanted overrode his need for this first fuck to be quick.

  “Wait, I need to grab my bag,” she said when they neared the small alcove that led to the restrooms.

  “Hurry up.”

  Kayla loved his impatience, especially since it mirrored her own. Within seconds she had retrieved her bag of goodies and he was once again pulling her down the hall and then into the bedroom where there was still one bed unoccupied.

  “What’s in the bag that was more important than this,” Brett asked as he tossed her veil aside and quickly stripped the simple sheer top from her before latching his mouth around one turgid nipple.

  “Now that you put it that way,” she gasped as he tugged with his teeth on the sensitive bud, “nothing.”

  Releasing her nipple with a plop, he grabbed the bag, saying, “I don’t believe you,” before peeking inside and pulling out the leather spanker with a grin. “Did you use it?”

  “Yes, but it wasn’t the same.” Kayla had never shied away from admitting how much she enjoyed everything Brett had subjected her to. She wasn’t going to avoid telling him the truth now.

  “Well,” he said as he brushed his lips over hers, “let’s see if we can remedy that. Strip that skirt off, if you can call it that, and kneel up on the bed, grasp the headboard and spread your knees.”

  Excitement humming through her veins, Kayla quickly obeyed, got into position then shivered with heightened awareness and arousal as he lightly ran the wide leather strap across her ass.

  Switching the strap for his hand, he kneaded her right buttock as he leaned over her and admitted, “I’ve missed the feel of your ass under my hand, little one. Your skin is so soft,” he bit her earlobe lightly, “and pale, your cheeks firm enough to hide this treasure,” he slipped a finger between her crack and lightly grazed her anus, “but pliable enough for me to do this,” he said as he went back to kneading.

  Kayla moaned, tightening her hands on the headboard and widening her knees even further in a silent gesture of appeal only to hear him chuckle behind her.

  “Not yet.” Stepping back, Brett snapped the strap across the middle of her ass, tempering his stroke enough that it only left a pink swath. “Do you like that?” he asked, gauging her reaction. The spanker was wider, a little thicker than his belt, but from the look of sheer rapture on her face, he thought she liked it just as well.

  “Yes, more Brett, please.” Kayla relished the slight sting from the leather, welcomed the ensuing warmth and wallowed in the pulsing desire throbbing in her pussy. The next swat was harder, the sting sharper, the heat warmer. Dropping her head forward, she arched her hips back further and accepted the next several blows with relish, the slow build-up of pain, heat and pleasure blending together until she couldn’t decipher where one left off and another took over.

  When she made to take one hand off the headboard to delve between her legs and ease her lust, Brett warned softly, “I wouldn’t do that, Kayla,” before snapping the leather three more times across her buttocks in rapid succession.

  “Oh, God, please Brett,” she groaned, the throbbing pulse she was now experiencing in her buttocks echoing in her pussy.

  Within seconds, Brett stripped out of his clothes and climbed onto the bed behind her, snaking one arm around her waist to pull her back against him and cupping a full breast with his other. “Please what?” he teased her as he nibbled on her neck while plucking at her nipples until both of them puckered into red, pointed peaks.

  Kayla arched into his hand, pushing her breasts closer as she pushed her ass back against his cock. She loved the feel of his hard chest against her back, the slight tickle from his chest hair. His equally hard thighs were braced against hers and the feel of being cocooned back against all that hard male flesh added to her already out of control need. “How long are you going to make me beg?” s
he gasped when he left her nipples and lightly explored her bare folds before slipping easily between them. Having even more denuded flesh for him to caress brought her to a feverish pitch, and she clenched her vaginal muscles around his fingers tightly in an effort to keep them there.

  “Greedy little thing, aren’t you,” he chuckled, completely delighted with her and with this new course they would be exploring. Knowing tonight wasn’t the end of it, wasn’t possibly the last time he’d have her seemed to add to the pleasure of holding her again, of hearing her pleas and knowing she was waiting for him to succumb to the pleasure. Pulling his fingers back, he replaced them with one deep thrust of his cock, sinking into her all the way with that first stroke.

  Kayla welcomed his cock with a rush of slick cream, her orgasm, so close to the surface, breaking upon her with a startling speed to match that of his pummeling cock. Her whimpers erupted into a keening cry of pleasure as the arm around her waist moved up, his palm rubbing her sensitive peaks over and over and she jerked against him in consuming pleasure.

  Kayla was still enjoying the small aftershocks of her climax, still pulsing around his cock, when he withdrew, flipped her onto her back, draped her legs over his forearms and dove back into her. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, she looked up into his fierce green eyes, felt his cock stiffen then jerk inside her, then felt the wash of his seed fill her. His hips were jackknifing so fast, so hard, he pushed her up on the bed until she felt the headboard and she basked in his loss of control.

  Brett couldn’t believe he lost control so much that he came inside her. Thank God he trusted her when she said she was protected, he thought ruefully as he held her damp body close, enjoying the feel of her soft curves nestled against him for the first time. Hearing the grunts and groans from the people in the other beds, he suddenly had the urge to have her to himself, to feel her body against his in his own bed and to use the rest of her new toys on her.

  “Come on, Kayla,” he said as he got up and grabbed her hand. “Let’s play trick or treat at my place.”

  Laughing, Kayla didn’t need any more encouragement than that to dress quickly and follow him wherever he wanted to lead her.

  Part Two

  Colin & Olivia

  Chapter Ten

  Colin watched Brett leave with Kayla, pleased that his brother had finally come to his senses and was going to give a relationship with her a try, despite the pang of envy the sight of them together caused. Years ago, when Colin had found his interest in sexual domination, he had a full time sub and had enjoyed that commitment, liked having someone to come home to, someone who not only shared his need for domination by being submissive, but who shared all aspects of his life. That relationship eventually fizzled out, both of them admitting they were too young and too new to the dom/sub lifestyle to want to settle down yet. Glancing around the club, thinking of the playrooms he and Brett and Donovan had designed together to meet and cater to each of their preferences, he was pleased with the results, the friendships he had cultivated over the past few years since its completion. The three of them never named the second floor of the club; it was simply a private oasis for them to indulge themselves with a few like-minded friends.

  Taking another slow look around, he smiled when he saw Becky dressed in her school girl uniform of short plaid skirt that showed the under curve of her enticing ass whenever she barely bent over, plain white blouse that did nothing to hide her braless breasts and her knee high white socks that clung to her shapely calves. Catching his smile, she sauntered over with a knowing grin, her dark hair pulled up into pigtails that bounced against her chin with each step she took. He had been trying to decide who he wanted to play with tonight when it looked like she was going to help make the decision for him.

  “Hey, Master Colin.” Sticking a lollipop in her mouth, she looked up at him with eyes full of mischief and lust. “Want to lick my…lollipop?”

  Snaking a hand behind her neck, Colin drew her up against his hard body, letting her feel his rigid cock as he replied, “You’re being very naughty, Becky. I think I’d prefer giving you a session with my flogger than having you lick my lollipop.” Releasing her, he held out his hand, silently waiting for her decision.

  With nothing more than a smile of anticipation, she took his hand and his offer and followed him meekly to the playroom Colin had designed and set up to indulge his need for domination and bondage. Entering the last room down the hall, he pulled Becky over to one of the spanking benches, his eyes noting the other two couples who were long-time friends and members and were the only ones in this room so far.

  “Bend over, sub. You only have a small audience tonight,” he said as he secured her wrists in padded cuffs attached to the lower front legs of the bench then raised her hips until they were slightly higher than her shoulders. Flipping up her skirt, he bared her ass and smiled at the telltale sign of her arousal. “But I see that doesn’t bother you,” he said as he ran a single finger up her damp slit, entering her just enough to graze her clit teasingly.

  “Master Colin, please,” Becky whimpered as she wiggled her hips.

  Colin slapped her ass, hard, and admonished, “None of that, pet,” before pulling a strap over the top of her hips to hold her still. “Much better.” Since he was in a relatively good mood, he wouldn’t deny her an orgasm for speaking out of turn, he thought as he smacked her buttocks again before retrieving his flogger off the wall where several implements used for punishments, and for fun, hung.

  Colin ran his palm over the warm red marks his hand had left before snapping the multi strand flogger across both cheeks. He loved the pink stripes the leather left as much as the clenching of her buttocks and the gasp from her mouth. A few more swats before he took a moment to feel his handiwork then he resumed his strikes on her tender skin, her soft moans and the increasing dampness coating her swollen labia signs of her pleasure and arousal.

  Just as he paused again to run one palm over her abused flesh while he released his cock with his other hand, his phone vibrated against his hip, drawing his attention away from the sight and feel of her pink, warm ass and the lure of sinking between those puffy, wet folds that had his cock demanding attention. Checking the display, he saw it was Mitch calling, probably with a problem from downstairs, and knew he couldn’t ignore it. “Mitch,” he answered tersely. “What’s up?”

  “Sorry, Colin, but there’s someone down here wanting to know if she’s welcome to come upstairs. I thought I better check with you first before giving her the go ahead.”

  Colin frowned, saying, “You know all the members so what’s the problem?”

  “It’s Olivia.”

  With the effectiveness of a dip in their lake in the middle of winter, Colin felt his good mood dwindle and the pervading numbness that he used as a shield against his emotions take over. The last time Olivia Hammond had been to Casey’s or up here had been with her husband and master, Doug, Colin’s best friend and partner at the Sheriff’s department, before he had been invited back to their place to celebrate her twenty-seventh birthday with a threesome, before Colin had been responsible for Doug’s death the following day. In the past three years, Olivia had stayed away from the club, hadn’t, as far as he knew, even dated let alone sought out another master to see to her submissive needs.

  “Master Colin?”

  Becky’s voice drew his attention as well as the aching need in her tone. Swearing, wondering what had brought Olivia out tonight and how he was going to handle seeing her here again, Colin told Mitch, “I’ll be right down.” Turning to Becky, he slipped his hand between her legs, delving between her folds and quickly brought her to climax. Within seconds, the silken walls of her vagina were closing around his fingers, her clit was pulsing against his thumb and her cries of release were echoing in the room, but it was the memory of Olivia’s tight sheath that he was thinking about, the feel of her hot walls clasping his dick and her voice peeling out with pleasure as he held her slim body against
his while Doug pummeled her ass from behind. It had been at that moment, when he was climaxing with her, that he had finally acknowledged to himself that he was in love with his best friend’s wife.

  Releasing Becky, he said, “Sorry, pet, but I have to see to something downstairs.” Without any other explanation, he headed down to find out what the woman who meant everything to him, and who he could never have, wanted with him now. At Doug’s funeral, he had made her promise to call him if she ever needed anything and over the past three years, she had occasionally enlisted his help for problems around the house, once or twice to give her a lift when her car was acting up, or, at first, for simply a shoulder to cry on. Her request tonight to come upstairs for the first time since she was widowed had him worried she was going to finally ask of him the one thing he had been dreading, the one thing he wanted more than anything but had no right to ask of her, the one and only thing he would ever deny her. To be her master.

  Stepping inside the elevator that would take him downstairs, he reluctantly recalled the last time Olivia had been here, the night of her twenty-seventh birthday. She had already stripped out of whatever she had worn to the club and was strapped on the St. Andrew’s cross, her slim body bared for all to see as Doug lightly snapped a flogger on her pale skin. Her small breasts were pink striped from the lashes, her pert nipples stiff and pointed as Doug slowly moved from tormenting them to stroke her waist. Colin had watched from the doorway, afraid Doug or Olivia would see his arousal in more than his hard cock pressing against his leathers.

  Light pink stripes blossomed across her soft stomach as small whimpers of pleasure escaped her tightly compressed lips. When Doug moved further south, snapping the thin leather strands on her thighs, her hips thrust forward, a silent, unconscious plea to feel the sting of pleasure on the bare flesh of her labia. Colin nearly came in his pants when Doug gave her what she wanted, snapping the flogger right on the soft, tender flesh of her pussy and watching her throw her head back on a scream of erupting pleasure. Doug covered her pussy with his large hand, thrusting several fingers into her as she jerked against his palm, her eyes glazed with pleasure, lust and love as she looked at her master and husband.