by Lacey Kane
I stayed in that position, on my knees with my ass in the air and my head pressed into the mattress, because the bar wouldn’t allow me to move.
A knock sounded at the open bedroom door, but I couldn’t turn to see who it was. I shouldn’t feel embarrassed, not after everything those guys had already seen and done to me, but I felt my face burn at the thought of how they were seeing me.
“We’re headed out,” Will said. His hand slapped down on one of my ass cheeks. “Nice to fuck you last night, Tara. Hope we can do it again sometime.” He licked me from slit to ass.
Needless to say, I couldn’t say anything in response because of the gag.
Chase sat down on the edge of the bed beside me, so I could see him. He put a hand out and groped my free breast, the one Josh wasn’t already abrading. “I’ve got some big plans for these next time.” He winked, and then bit my nipple and tugged, stretching it out.
All I could do was moan.
Eric was last. I felt him before I heard him. He put four fingers in my abused sex, fucking them in and out of me. “Let Josh know if you want me to bring a few more friends when we do this again. I bet we can work you up to fitting two cocks in both your ass and your cunt at the same time.” He took his fingers out of me, slapped them against my clit a couple of times, and then they left.
Josh smiled lazily at me, never stopping his assault on my breast. “So, here’s what I’m thinking. When I decided to give you this night, I arranged for Carl and Molly to cover our shifts today. And tomorrow.”
I whimpered, for lack of ability to say anything.
He reached over to the nightstand and picked up a pill, then swallowed it with a swill of water. “Viagra,” he said with a wink. Then he grabbed a Santa hat and pulled it over my head, drawing it down to cover my eyes.
Before I knew what was happening, he’d flipped me over so I was on my back with all four appendages up in the air. Something metal attached to the bar, lifting it higher up in the air until I was completely up off the mattress, hanging from the ceiling.
My head lolled back, and the Santa hat fell off.
“I’ve wanted you since I first met you. Like this. Tied up, chained, submissive. You’re everything I’d hoped you’d be and more.” He ripped the duct tape from my mouth and pulled the cloth free, replacing it with his tongue in a scorching kiss.
“Stay with me the next couple of days? We can see if this whole arrangement will work for you.”
“Arrangement?” I croaked.
“Yeah.” Josh went back to work on my nipples. “You as my sub. You letting me dominate you, trusting me to know what you need even when you don’t know you need it. That sort of thing.”
I should tell him to fuck off and take me home. I’d been used so much in the last twelve hours or so, I’d come so many times, that it should last me months. But all I could think about was seeing what else he wanted to do, what ways he could think of to make me come again.
Sick, I know.
“And after these couple of days?”
Josh smiled like he’d already won. “You can either decide to stay permanently, or you can leave.”
“So I can walk away and forget it ever happened, or…?”
“Or you can sign on to be Santa’s Little Helper all the time.”
I laughed, but then he ran his fingers over my vulva, and it quivered. “And the other guys?” I asked warily.
“You’ll be mine, and they’ll respect that. I might be willing to share you with them again occasionally…like last night…but it wouldn’t be an all the time sort of thing.”
I nodded as he traced lazy patterns over the lips of my sex, trying to focus more on the conversation and less on the physical, but failing pretty miserably. “So, if I wanted you to invite them back?”
“It could be discussed.” His tongue shot up inside me, and I arched my back. After a few minutes, he backed away and returned to lightly running his finger over my flesh. “Will you stay for the next couple of days, and we’ll figure it out from there?”
I could always change my mind if I decided it wasn’t for me. What the heck? “Deal.”
As soon as the word was out of my mouth, he rose up on his knees and slammed into my sex, pulling against my thighs for leverage, fucking me into tomorrow and yet another orgasm. Then he let me down, gave me a massage, and we made love.
Life suddenly looked very different.
Dear readers:
I hope you have enjoyed this jaunt into my fantasy world. If you have, would you please consider leaving a positive review at the site where you purchased this e-book? Thank you so much.
Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am,
Lacey Kane
I do not write romance!
Let me rephrase: there is nothing even remotely romantic about my stories. What you will find in the pages of my work is BDSM, smut, often consists of dubious consent, and is sometimes rather harsh.
My stories have been compared to those of JJ Argus. This is a much closer comparison, by far, than romance.
Do not purchase one of my books, hoping it will be even remotely romantic. You will be disappointed. You might be offended.
Additionally, the BDSM found within my stories is of a fantasy nature. In other words, my characters do not conform to the BDSM community's edict of Safe, Sane, and Consensual. Please do not attempt any act described in one of my books without first consulting an experienced BDSM practitioner as to its safety, feasibility, and/or legality.
All that said, if you're here for smut, I hope you try me out.