by Logan Fox
“What would you like to do to her, Sir?” Tina asked. Her voice was different now — deeper, huskier. Nervous with excitement. Quavering with anticipation.
“Nothing. Yet.”
True to his word, Tanner didn’t touch her. His fingers disappeared from her skin, leaving behind ghost-flickers of his sensuous touch.
His arms encircled her, but it was Tina he was was drawing closer, not her. She just got in the way. Pearl squirmed, struggling to breathe between them as they grasped each other, muscles hard and shivering. They kissed, their mouths inches from Pearl’s, the sound of their sucking breaths whispering to her, promising her a share of those bounteous spoils. If only she let herself. If only she deigned to join them.
With her hands trussed up behind her, Pearl could feel Tina’s flat belly moving against her fingers as she and Tanner lost themselves in each other. Maybe she could work at the knot—
Tina’s hand wriggled between Pearl and Tanner. It became tangled in Pearl’s skirts — she still wore the yellow dress — and she tugged them aside with a frustrated moan.
Pearl exhaled slowly, her eyes fluttering closed behind the blindfold.
Cool air brushed the inside of her thighs — Tina’s fingers moments later. But they weren’t interested in Pearl. They hunted through the tangle of limbs until they found Tanner’s briefs. Until they’d freed his cock from its constraint.
Tina began sliding her hand up and down its length, Pearl feeling that movement through the friction of the girl’s upper arm against hers. Pearl’s head fell back, resting against Tina’s breast. She bucked forward, rewarded with the feel of Tina’s thumb against her clit.
But before she’d had more than ten seconds of trembling ecstasy, the girl slid her other hand around Pearl’s stomach, yanking her back, out of reach. Pearl flailed, nearly tipping to the side as she lost her balance. Tanner caught her, straightening her with a steady hand before straightening his legs under her.
Pearl was left straddling his thighs, cool air closing around her as both warm bodies abandoned her.
Tina grabbed Pearl’s bonds, tugging her arms straight behind her.
“Pearl wants to play, Sir,” Tina said.
“Fine with me,” Tanner said, voice tight and emanating from far below Pearl. Was he lying down? “You know the rules by now, don’t you? Enlighten her.”
Tina’s hand snaked into Pearl’s hair. She yanked back Pearl’s head, hard enough to cut off her surprised yell. The girl’s lips tickled her ear as Tina whispered into it.
“Our Master expects you to give before you take. If you take without first giving, he’ll punish you.” There was a moment’s pause, a brief drop in the pitch of Tina’s voice. “You won’t like being punished, little rabbit.”
Tina’s fingers tightened in her hair. She began urging her down. Tanner shifted under her and, with that movement, she knew he was holding out his cock for her. Keeping it in line with her descending mouth.
Pearl’s sex began to tingle. So this was what she’d meant by giving? Well, which guy wouldn’t want to start a threesome off with a forced blowjob? She just hadn’t figured Tina would jump in so readily to be his partner in crime.
The girl did help, of course. Because, being blindfolded, Pearl had only a rough idea where anyone’s anatomy was. So Tina guided her, using the fist in her hair to steer Pearl, to apply enough pressure that Pearl couldn’t lift her head or twist away.
His cock arrived sooner than she’d expected. Her lips touched the top of his smooth cap — already beaded with lubrication — and she recoiled with a shudder at that unexpected bitterness on her lips.
“Uh-uh,” Tina murmured. “Open wide.”
So Pearl opened her mouth. Took Tanner inside. Tried not to let the sound of his deep moan give her too much pleasure. Because whatever he may think, whatever kink this scenario satisfied for him, she ultimately held the power. Yes she was bound, blindfolded, at their mercy. But they were both in awe of her, of her reluctance, of her hesitation. They’d probably played this scene out countless times with different girls, but never with her.
And if there was one thing Pearl Buchanan knew how to do, it was how to give a performance.
Tina had let up on her hair, perhaps satisfied with the fact that Pearl was giving head just like she was supposed to. So Pearl squirmed, drawing back her head, almost getting Tanner’s dick out from between her lips before Tina forced her down again.
Pearl moaned, the sound muffled by Tanner’s cock, and began to struggle.
His moan rumbled into something deeper. She could feel his thighs tensing under her, could feel every pump of blood into his cock as he became harder and harder.
Surprising enough, Tanner?
“Stop wriggling,” Tina said, sounding irritated. “The sooner you give, the sooner you get. Now suck him off like the good little slut that you are.”
Seemed she was getting into character too. Was this the kind of stuff she’d filmed, there in Miami? Pearl moaned, gagging as Tanner’s cock found its way into the back of his throat.
She could use her safe word, right? Would it work here? With these two? They were both high as fuck — maybe they’d think it was part of the scene. She really, really hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
Tina began moving her head up and down, giving a tug on Pearl’s bonds every two or three seconds, reminding her just how malleable she was. Pearl gagged more than once, barely holding back what would have been a torrent of puke, but this only seemed to excite Mallory and Mickey into an amoral frenzy.
“Is that all you can take? How small is your mouth?” Tina drew her off Tanner’s cock, tipping back her head as she slid her thumb into Pearl’s mouth, depressing her tongue with a claw-like nail. “Aw…” she crooned. “Our rabbit’s got the teeniest, tiniest little mouth I’ve ever seen, Sir. She’s never going to fit your cock in there.”
“Keep trying,” Tanner said. He had to be grinning again, perhaps leering at her through those white teeth. “Just another inch, baby girl. You can do it. I believe in you.”
Tina laughed and shoved Pearl down again. This time, Pearl almost did puke. Tears pricked at her eyes, soaking into the blindfold before they could seep through that barrier. She grazed her teeth against Tanner’s shaft as Tina drew her back, just in case they hadn’t heard her almost puking.
Tanner drew in a hiss, jerking himself free. Pearl shivered at the sound, cringing in expectation of his fury. But, instead, he shoved a finger inside her mouth, running his thumb over the edges of her teeth. His thumb tasted salty, bitter. Did it still have traces of coke on it? Pearl trembled — if it did, hopefully it was too little to have an effect on her.
“She bite you?” Tina asked breathlessly. Enthusiastically. As if she knew the punishment for that and couldn’t wait to inflict it on Pearl.
“Nah…” Tanner murmured. “Just letting me know she still has teeth. And guess what? So do I.”
Tanner kissed her. Hard, violently, urgently. His teeth clicked against hers, scraped roughly over her lips. Pearl moaned into his mouth, her body responding instinctively to the primal urges he demanded from her. Tina’s hand tightened in her hair, holding her still for him to ravish. The girl’s fingernails raked over her belly as she slid her hand down to Pearl’s sex, thrilling over her clit and drawing a line of fire through her as she scraped her nails over the filmy scrap of fabric Pearl wore.
Pearl panted once, hard, unable to stop herself. Tanner cupped her face in his hands, leaning into her. She could feel his cock against her belly; hard, trembling. His kiss became frantic, his fingers slipping free from her face.
Tanner’s cool hands brushed her thighs, gliding over the front of her dress. It had a zip down the back — Tina was already sliding it down by the time Tanner’s fingers reached her shoulders. He wormed his fingers under the fabric, sliding it down.
Trying to slide it down.
Tanner ended their kiss with a huff, twisting away from her, turning to Tina
.
“We didn’t think this through, baby girl.” Tanner sounded as if he was speaking through a grin.
He tugged at the dress but, with Pearl’s hands still bound at the wrists, there was no way it was coming off.
Pearl felt a tiny smile tug at her lips.
“Something funny?” A touch of anger now in Tanner’s voice now. Mock or real, she couldn’t tell without being able to see his eyes. “This is just a minor setback.”
Tanner slid his legs out from under her. The mattress moved as he worked his way over its surface. There was the rasp of a drawer opening. Fumbling. Objects sliding and clanking into each other.
Tina kept Pearl busy by running her fingers over Pearl’s thighs, coming teasingly close to where Pearl had long since begun to ache in anticipation.
Pearl was shivering by the time Tanner crawled back to them. Air moved around her, bringing a strong draft of his rum and ginger scent to her.
Tina drew in a sharp breath, her hands gripping Pearl’s torso, embracing her.
“Sir—”
“Just a minor setback,” Tanner murmured.
Pearl had a sudden, intense urge to wriggle free and try to dislodge the blindfold. Tina tensed behind her, that grip no longer erotic but protective. What did Tanner have with him? What was he—
A fist closed over the front of her dress. Tina tightened her grip as Tanner tugged at the fabric, hard enough to chafe Pearl’s skin, drawing the yellow chiffon away from her as far as her bound arms allowed.
There was a ripping sound. A whisper of metal against fabric. And then nothing.
Chiffon fluttered down into Pearl’s lap. She looked down, despite not being able to see anything, and then lifted her head again, shaking it furiously in an effort to loosen the blindfold.
“Hold her tight. Don’t want to accidentally skin my little rabbit, do I?”
Tina let out a soft, wordless protest, but she slipped her arms behind Pearl’s, holding her still.
The two halves of the dress were still attached at Pearl’s elbows, the thick shoulder strap all that remained between Pearl and PG 13 nudity.
Pearl flinched when the icy metal of the knife touched her inner elbow. It was flat against her skin, but whether its edge faced her was impossible to tell. When Tanner whipped it to the side — away from her — and sliced off the right half of her dress, she realized it had to have been pointing away from her.
What the hell was he doing with a fucking knife in his nightstand?
The left half of her dress came off.
There was a clatter to the side, as if Tanner had thrown the knife back onto the nightstand. In reach, in case he needed it again.
Pearl was sweating now. Panic was a living thing, squirming and bunching deep in her belly.
Shit just got real.
“Let me go,” Pearl said, finding her voice and hauling it out from where it had been hiding.
But, just like she’d feared, the two sex addicts sandwiching her between them thought it was all part of the performance.
Maybe it was.
Reality had become an elusive, slippery thing; eels writhing in oil.
She didn’t want knives or whips or ropes. She wanted soft, sensual pleasure that built gradually and rained down like rose petals.
Nothing fierce. Nothing violent.
So why was her body betraying her? Why was she so wet, shaking with anticipation, dry-mouthed with panting?
Maybe because now… now she’d lost her last ounce of control.
It was Tina’s job to hold Pearl down. To keep her in place and limit her struggles as Tanner used her for his own pleasure. And he did use her — hard, relentlessly, selfishly — until Pearl was aching and throbbing and crying out wordlessly into the satin sheets under her.
At one point, Tina disappeared. Perhaps the girl knew Pearl had no fight left in her. Perhaps she’d received some silent signal from Tanner to leave. Or perhaps she was just off to snort another line of coke. Tanner had done so twice already — once, sprinkling his lines on the curve of Pearl’s ass before snorting them up.
As Tina’s fingers slid out of Pearl’s hair, once her nails retracted from Pearl’s thighs where she’d been holding her open for Tanner, Pearl slumped to the bed.
Despite every furious thrust, no matter how hard Tanner had pounded into her, she hadn’t cum. She’d been close a dozen times but he’d kept switching positions, kept twisting her around, or back, or tugging her leg straight, or forcing it into a bend. He seemed intent on working through every single position in the Kama Sutra, including a few of his own making. Even when she’d begged him — screamed at him — to end her, he’d denied her.
He hadn’t cum either.
And, although his breath was hot and heavy on her back, he didn’t seem winded or tired.
Pearl gasped for air. Her throat was raw, her muscles singing. Her lower body had gone numb — half with pleasure, half with pain — and she’d pulled a muscle somewhere in her neck when Tanner had jerked back her head a while ago.
Tanner’s fingers skidded over her sweat-beaded skin. The blindfold he’d yanked free a while ago, demanding that she look at him when Tina’d urged her into another round of giving him head. Her hands were still bound, though. Tina’d wanted to release her, adamant that she could keep their little rabbit still for Tanner.
She wanted to hate the girl for that. But that took energy.
Tanner straddled the back of her thighs, his skin warm and sweaty against hers. It was hot in his bedroom. The air reeked of weed and sex and tequila. There was the now-familiar clink of the glass vial Tanner kept his coke in. Surely it had to be empty by now? He grabbed her hipbones, tugging her until her legs straightened and she slid flat onto her belly. He gave her an almost absentminded slap.
She didn’t even cry out.
A soft click-click-click as he tapped out that fine white powder with his nail. Something tickled along her spine. Tanner snorted one line, then another, whatever he was using drawing goosebumps over her flesh as it brushed her skin.
There was a knock at the door. Pearl wanted to lift her head, decided it took too much effort, and let out a massive sigh instead.
Was it over? Maybe Tanner was incapable of reaching orgasm. Or, maybe, it took coke, porn, three girls and a fucking gerbil before he was even close to climaxing.
Pearl giggled. Gerbils.
He’d brought out a joint a short while ago. She’d smoked most of it.
Because why the fuck not, right?
They were propped against the bed’s headboard — Tanner liked to force her cheek against it when he was taking her from behind — and the few pillows that had survived their onslaught without getting pushed off the bed cradled Pearl in glorious, downy softness. Her eyes fluttered closed, another deep sigh escaping her.
The door opened. Tanner shifted, but he didn’t get off her. She could fall asleep like this, if he let her. Despite her bound up hands behind her, despite the pressure on her breasts, if he just left her alone—
“You were being serious?” Caden’s quiet voice jerked Pearl’s head up from the pillows.
Caden stood in the doorway, blue eyes impassive behind his glasses. He glanced down at her, at something in the corner of the room, and then back at Tanner.
She felt Tanner laughing above her, his muscles vibrating.
“Did the emoticon fool you?”
“I never know with you.” Caden sighed. “But I can’t. Not now, Tanner. I have to—”
“It’s Friday,” Tanner cut in. “You don’t haveta nothing.”
Caden sighed again. “I have… maybe fifteen minutes.”
“That’s what you say now.” Tanner slid off Pearl.
Her head slumped down again.
What the fuck now?
She watched as Caden lifted his arms and tugged at the back of his collar, drawing his shirt over his head. Pearl pushed herself up onto her elbows, ignoring her back’s protests.
“You�
��re kidding right?” she said with a good attempt at indignation. “There’s no way—”
Caden ignored her, his eyes having returned to the corner of the room. “You did get her consent to film this, right?”
Pearl jerked, eyes going wide. She turned onto her side, glancing over her shoulder into the corner of the room.
Tina sat huddled in the corner of Tanner’s bedroom on a plush single-seater sofa, naked, a video camera propped on her raised knees. She didn’t take her eyes away from the camera’s digital display. Instead, she gave Caden a quick thumbs up. She was chewing gum, her dilated eyes doe-like in the room’s low light.
“All good,” Tina said. “Not filming. Just observing.”
“What the fuck, Tina?” Pearl scrambled into a ball, her efforts to try to cover herself severely hampered by her wrist restraints. Caden hung his shirt on the hook behind Tanner’s door and strode over to the girl, hands going to his buckle. He was slim, compared to Tanner. Most of his tattoos were either geometric or archaic symbols. A few fantastical animals — horses with fish tails or thin, snake-like dragons with long tendrils streaming from their mouths and feet — spanned the spaces between. He didn’t get into the sun very often — his skin was the color of new ivory.
The man took the video camera from Tina — waiting for her shaking fingers to release it before pulling it away — and turned it around, studying it. “Sure you didn’t press record, even for a minute?”
Tina shook her head — kept shaking it — as she grasped for the camera like a child asking back her favorite toy.
Good God, she’d obviously moved onto the hardcore shit.
“Promise. She looks fucking amazeballs on digital. Give it. Come on.”
Caden worked the camera for a few second, panning it around the room, and then flicked out the memory card and palmed it.
“Just in case,” he murmured, giving Tina a rueful smile.
Tina motioned him to the bed with a pat of her hand, giving Pearl a wide, dopey grin when their eyes met. Then she shifted on the chair, sitting up so she was balanced on the toes and soles of her feet on the couch with her elbows propped on her knees, camera trained on the bed again.