by Zara Chase
“Even so…”
She pulled a face at him, but he simply responded with an annoyingly I’m in charge type of smile, and refused to change his mind. He ran the bath for her, filled it with fragrant oil, and helped her into it. He even scrubbed her back, and then all her most intimate places, paying meticulous attention to the task. He was rock hard the entire time, his long, capable fingers driving her into a frenzy as they gently probed and teased. Surely he would crack eventually?
Darcy clearly hadn’t taken his self-control into account. It was as annoying as his smiles, and her most persuasive feminine wiles failed to…well, persuade.
“It won’t work, babe,” he said, shaking a finger at her when she leaned back in the bath, and spread her legs wide.
“Spoil sport!”
“You’ll get all the sport you can handle in a short time.”
“But I’m nervous. I need you to calm me down.”
“No you don’t,” he replied, holding out a large fluffy towel, and wrapping her in it when she stepped from the bath. “You just wanna get laid.”
She laughed in spite of herself. “Yeah, that, too.”
An hour later, wearing nipple clamps, her collar, and absolutely nothing else, Darcy descended the stairs hand in hand with Ross. He was wearing nothing at all, and it didn’t appear to bother him in the slightest. He was perfectly at ease with his nakedness, and strangely enough, so was Darcy. She took a deep breath, clutched Ross’s hand a little tighter, held her head up high, and walked into the dungeon. This was it. There was no turning back now.
As Ross had predicted, the place was quiet, no more than a dozen people in it. She noticed Ward and Tanya in the middle of a wild game that required Tanya to be affixed to a cross on the wall—a St. Andrew’s cross, she thought Ross had said it was called. Her nipples were clamped, too. These guys were obviously big on clamps. Tanya smiled at her, Ward waved. Darcy returned neither gesture. She was in a zone, completely focused, and couldn’t risk any distractions. She noticed Leo, leaning over the railing on the viewing platform, his gaze focused squarely on her. She ignored him, too, and when Ross stopped moving, she obediently knelt at his feet, head bowed so low that it almost touched the floor in front of her, bare ass pointing in the air.
Ross walked around her, leaving her just as she was for some time, not touching her or saying a word. She was vaguely aware of the sounds and smells in the dungeon. The noise of bare flesh being whipped, of curt orders being issued, of the moans as someone orgasmed. She also sensed many pairs of eyes watching her and Ross. Far from making her more nervous, that knowledge empowered her. If they wanted to watch, she and Ross would damned well give them a decent show.
“Come.”
Ross extended a hand toward her. Darcy took it and rose gracefully to her feet. Her tingling nipples felt starved of blood. It was a feeling she was already starting to enjoy. Her pussy, predictably, leaked and she felt juices flowing down her inner thighs. No one had laughed, or asked what she thought she was doing in the dungeon. The friendly encouragement she noticed on faces both male and female when she glanced up was a timely confidence boost. Already, she was starting to understand why the guys enjoyed being watched. There was just something about having an audience that lent a salacious edge to their already erotic games.
Ross led her to a spanking bench. She knelt in front of it, and lowered her torso over it so that her clapped tits hung free on the opposite side.
Then she waited, trembling slightly, anticipation fizzing through her blood stream.
They had discussed much of what they planned to do, but Darcy had no idea what Ross planned to use to chastise her with. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. A large hand came down on her backside. Hard. She cried out, but held her position. She expected him to repeat the punishment, which hadn’t been too bad. In fact, the sting was already turning into pleasurable tingles. Instead, cool lube was trickled over her anus, making her flinch. Slick fingers probed her backside. When he withdrew them, a butt plug took their place, and was pushed in deep. Darcy greedily absorbed it, thinking that just a few short days ago, even the suggestion that she would do such a thing, much less enjoy it, would have seemed absurd. What a long way she had come in such a short time.
She heard him stand up again, and then the first blow came without any warning. A flogger, she thought, flinching as several thongs landed on her butt, spreading themselves over quite a distance. The sharp stinging flowed through her bloodstream like molten lava, slowly turning to the pleasure she so craved. As he repeated the process several times, Darcy became aware that it was suddenly a lot quieter in the dungeon, no telltale sounds of activity anywhere else. Ross had warned her to expect everyone would watch them, but it still came as a surprise.
“Lay on your back,” Ross said curtly.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied subserviently, knowing he expected a verbal response.
She lay down on a thick, padded mat, a bit like the sort found in gyms, arms and legs closed, and awaited his next instruction.
“Legs wide.”
Darcy hesitated for a fraction of a second, quickly realizing how silly she was being. She had already left nothing to the imagination. She spread her legs as wide as they would go, which was very wide. She heard several gasps, and murmurs of approval. Then Ross brought the flogger down with considerable force, directly over her exposed pussy. He repeated the punishment, while she lay there passively taking it, loving the way it made her feel. Loving the man who was administering it even more.
“Do you have something to say to me, Darcy?” Ross asked, breathing hard.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied meekly.
“Backbend,” he ordered curtly.
Ross had warned her he wanted to display her flexibility, so the command came as no great surprise. She stood and then gracefully folded herself into the yoga pose, her head touching the floor behind her feet. Ross knelt in front of her, parted her folds, but didn’t penetrate her. She had thought he might. They had tried it in his room earlier, and so she knew it was possible for him to fuck her in that position, provided he didn’t put too much pressure into the act. Clearly he wasn’t about to take any risks, and made do with adding a clamp to her labia. Her nipples and cunt were now connected.
“On your back again. Spread your arms and legs.”
Ah, now she understood. She did so, and he cuffed her right arm and ankle together, repeating the process with the left, and then placed a ball gag in her mouth.
“Two shakes of your head to the left if you want me to stop,” he said so only she could hear him. “Nod if you understand.”
She nodded with enthusiasm. Was he crazy? Why would she want him to stop when whatever he did to her brought her alive and made her even more crazy in love with him? His attitude was a real turn-on. He was authoritative enough when they were in private. Give him an audience, and he became the ultimate hard man, in all respects.
He lowered himself over her, and then he was inside her, fucking her hard, giving no mercy. Shit, he must be wearing a cock ring! She felt it rub against the sensitized walls of her cunt as he rammed himself deep. He had told her about them, but this was her first occasion on the receiving end. She groaned around the gag, flexed her pelvis and moved with him, desperate to have him deeper inside her, even though he was already filling her to capacity.
The clamp was still on her labia, and every so often Ross tugged on the chain that connected it to those on her nipples. It was wild. She heard several indrawn breaths coming from her audience. They were obviously turned on, too. How did they think she felt? Her body was on fire. The cock ring, the clamps, the plug in her ass—they combined to throw her over the edge and she was unable to stop herself closing the muscles of her vagina around Ross’s cock.
“No one gave you permission to come,” he said, his voice loud and stern. “Hold it in, or there will be consequences.”
It was the worst thing he could have said. The more someone
told Darcy she couldn’t do something, the harder it was for her not to. It was either an attribute or she was just plain rebellious—Darcy didn’t know which. She mumbled around the gag, thrust her hips up to meet his next foray, and her world fell apart. Ross let her take what she needed, then tugged on the clamp chain with considerable force, making her wince. She complained as much as she could, given that she was gagged, when he withdrew from her, still rock hard.
“A riding crop,” she heard him say to someone. She couldn’t see whom. “I warned you,” he said, whacking the leather crop against his palm, making her flinch.
Then he was back inside her again, fucking her like he meant business. Buried ball deep inside her slick cunt, his cock felt fuller and thicker than she’d ever known it to be—which was saying something. He was close, she knew it, and she could feel a second orgasm blooming. He could beat six shades of shit out of her with that crop, which is presumably what he intended to do later, but no way could she hold it back.
They exploded together, Ross swearing at her, telling her she was a dirty little girl who needed to be taught a lesson. He branded her with his pulsating cock, and she thrashed her head from side to side as her entire body went into meltdown. Again.
He withdrew from her almost immediately, and sent her a scorching smile.
“Okay?” he asked quietly.
She nodded. Ross kissed the end of her nose and removed the restraints, leaving the gag in place.
“Spanking bench,” he said, reverting to his Dom voice. “You disobeyed, came without permission. You must be punished.”
The crop was the most painful punishment he’d given her to date, but she was still too hyped up to care. She glanced up at the rapt faces of their audience, and reveled in the punishment to come. She leaned over the bench, with the plug still in her butt, and took the six strikes of the crop that Ross administered with considerable force. When it was over, she fell to her knees in front of him, head bowed, waiting to be told what to do next. She knew very well this was just the beginning. They had something far more daring planned. It was something Ross had never tried, but had always wanted to. He’d been planning it for a long time, and she desperately wanted to please him.
The question was, did she have the courage to see it through.
* * * *
Ross exchanged a glance with Leo as he withdrew from Darcy and released her from the restraints. Leo quirked a brow, clearly impressed by Darcy’s flexibility and high pain threshold. Ross was both surprised and delighted by the way she’d acted since coming into the dungeon. It was one thing doing these things in the privacy of their own room, but she wasn’t used to an audience. He ought to have known she would take to it like a natural, just like she had greedily absorbed every little piece of information he’d given her about their lifestyle. Just like she absorbed his cock. Especially that. He’d beaten her hard, carried away with passion and pride, but she’d taken it well and didn’t seem to be suffering any ill effects.
“Ready?” he asked her. She nodded. “Okay, here we go.”
He glanced up at the trapeze directly above his head. A ripple of anticipation cut through the dungeon when he helped her into the special harness he’d had designed for this precise moment. When he donned his own harness, all his housemates must have known what they were about to try. Ward had released Tanya from the cross, and stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, as they both watched intently. Everyone else had stopped what they were doing, too, and watched Ross and Darcy with undisguised interest. They had seen just about everything in this dungeon—but nothing quite like what Ross was about to attempt.
He left the clamps on Darcy, and the gag, too.
“Remember, two shakes of your head to the left if you’re in distress and want to stop.” He patted her butt. “Shit, you look hot, babe! Sure you wanna do this?” She nodded vigorously, causing Ross to chuckle. “Just checking. Okay, here we go then.”
Darcy obediently wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed herself athletically from the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and he could feel her heart beating a little too fast. She was turned on, excited, just the way he wanted her. Ross carried her across the dungeon, pulled the rope to lower the trapeze, and sat on the edge of it, Darcy still draped over him. Then he pulled the rope again and the trapeze slowly went back up again.
When it reached its stopping point, Ward told Darcy to stand up. She hesitated, Ross gave her butt a reassuring pat, and she did as he asked. The new distribution of their weight caused the trapeze to wobble, but Darcy clung to the rope and was safe enough. Ward pulled another rope, lowering the spreader bar he planned to use. Once it reached their level, Ward shackled Darcy’s wrists to it, and then secured her ankles to restraints welded to the seat of the trapeze. He attached the hooks on several other strategically placed ropes to the back of Darcy’s harness, and told her to push against the spreader bar.
Another brief hesitation, and she was suspended horizontally above the dungeon, looking down directly at the audience below them. A collective gasp went up as she used her athleticism to elevate her butt, Ross attached his own safety ropes, lowered himself over her, and the trapeze began to slowly swing.
This was it. Ross patted her rear, and took a moment to savor the view. He then delved until he found the butt plug deep inside Darcy, removed it, and threw it to the floor. He knelt behind her on the wide seat, and set the swing moving faster. Then he eased the head of his cock into Darcy’s anus. Leo had remembered his assignment—of course he had!—and switched on Darcy’s laptop. Ross had rigged it up earlier, with a camera taking close-ups of their activities on the swing, projecting them onto a screen at the back of the dungeon. Nothing like it had ever been done before, but the most extraordinary part was that the naked exposure had been Darcy’s idea.
She was so goddamned perfect, the thought of letting her go damned near killed Ross, so he didn’t think about it, not now. Instead, he glanced at the enlarged image of his cock sinking into her, knowing she would be looking, too. Several people below them applauded. Ross would have done the same thing in their place. This action was so frigging hot, he was surprised the entire dungeon didn’t ignite. He was even more surprised he was able to maintain control.
“Okay, babe.” She nodded, and pushed back against him, which told him she was more than all right. She was enjoying herself. “I’m gonna swing us harder. Remember, you’re perfectly secure. If anyone falls, it will be me, but I have no intention of leaving your cute butt.”
He increased the rate of the swing, and the depth of his thrusts, playing with her nipple chain, occasionally patting her butt hard when he withdrew and there was enough space for him to do so. His loaded balls bashed against her buttocks when he leaned forward and kissed her spine. She shuddered when he reached below her and played with her clit. Her clit was so goddamned sensitive, she wouldn’t last another minute. The increasingly frantic mumbling coming from behind her gag confirmed as much. Just as well really because Ross was on fire, every nerve ending in his body sending him increasingly frantic messages. His hot, slick tempo increased, the trapeze wobbled, his groin constricted. He simply couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Come on, babe, let’s show them how it’s done.”
He thrust a little harder, and Darcy came like a thunderclap, her entire body one huge shuddering starburst. Ross held back as long as he could, but when he finally let go, she was still shuddering. Laughing, groaning, swearing, spanking her, he shot his load, coming hard and fast, filling her backside with a stream of sperm that felt like it was never going to end.
He leaned against her back, panting and sweating as he waited for his heart rate to return to normal.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, darlin’.”
Their audience clapped, whistled and raised their hands in salute. Ross acknowledged them, then withdrew from Darcy, slowed the swing and released her from her restraints. He removed her
gag, sat on the swing seat, pulled her onto his lap and kissed her for the entire time it took the swing to return to the ground.
“Welcome to our world, baby,” he said softly.
* * * *
Darcy felt a bit like a film star must do on premier night when the critics were kind. Everyone in the dungeon wanted to congratulate her when she and Ross literally returned to earth. Leo was the most complimentary.
“I do hope you decide to stay with us,” he said softly.
Staying was what she would most like to do. After the show she and Ross had just put on, she no longer felt like she was intruding. Nevella was the perfect place to raise a child. But it was out of the question, so Darcy didn’t bother to respond. Ross suggested showering and then getting something to eat. Darcy was so tired after their shower she blew off the idea of food in favor of sleeping.
She awoke the following morning to clear blue skies. Obviously there would be skiing today, the roads would be passable and, presumably, helicopters could fly. Hopefully Padron would go get her daughter back. She glanced at Ross, sound asleep beside her, flat on his back, so gorgeous he took her breath away. She ran a finger lightly down his toned chest, wishing…well, it didn’t matter what she wished.
“Hey,” he said, opening one eye and grinning at her. “Are you taking advantage of me, wench?”
“In your dreams.”
“You got that right.”
And before she realized what he intended, he pounced, forcing her onto her back and his morning erection deep inside her.
“Looks like we’ll have to work for a living today,” he said when they showered together afterward.
“I can’t. I want to go with Padron.”
Ross shook his head. “Ain’t gonna happen, babe. This is private, between the heads of families.”
“But I need to be there. Chloe will be scared.”
“No, you don’t. They can’t speak freely in front of you. Both will want to save face, do some horse trading, and they won’t do that in front of a stranger.”