by Cara Adams
As the music finished and people clapped politely, he turned her to face their table. “Watch what Diego and Vallen are doing,” he said.
Then he led her back to the table. Diego jumped up and put her in the seat against the wall, where he’d been sitting, and sat beside her. Monty took the chair beside Vallen.
Almost as soon as they sat down their food arrived. Diego took both Zoe’s hands in his, forcing her to turn slightly to face him. Diego gripped them both with his left hand and picked up his fork in his right hand to eat. Monty began eating his own meal, and Vallen took a forkful of Zoe’s meal and fed it to her.
Monty watched her eyes widen and then flick around the room. No one was looking at them. A lot of other meals had been served, and many people were eating. Others were drinking. Those who had a lot of alcohol wouldn’t be allowed in the dungeons, but many came here to eat, drink, and watch the show, not to participate themselves.
Vallen served Zoe several more bites of food and then ate some of his own meal. Now Diego stopped eating and fed Zoe a forkful of food and then another forkful. After a little while Diego stopped feeding her, and Monty took a straw from his pocket, inserted it into Zoe’s water glass, and gave her a drink. She smiled at him but didn’t speak. He knew she was relaxed and enjoying herself now though.
He was very relieved. He’d been a little worried that maybe they’d have chosen the wrong food or that she’d be too nervous about them feeding her to enjoy herself. But their beautiful woman had adjusted perfectly and was quite clearly happy.
Soon it’d be time for the floorshow. He hoped she’d understood what he wanted her to learn when he’d told her to look at his brothers. Sitting against the wall, anything they did was difficult to distinguish. Once the lights were dimmed for the floorshow, it’d be impossible to see anything of her at all. And he and his brothers were relying on that for their next surprise for Zoe.
Chapter Six
Diego had been incredibly relieved when Zoe had come downstairs at the parsonage wearing a skirt. He’d been really worried she’d wear dress pants and his task would be impossible. Although he still planned to tease her, he really wanted to carry out the original plan. A skirt or dress was essential to that plan, and fortunately, she’d worn the skirt.
As soon as the lights dimmed for the stage show, he lifted her up, sat on her chair, and put her on his knee. “You’ll have a better view up a little higher,” he said as Monty moved around their table and sat on Diego’s chair. A lot of people were moving their chairs to get a better view of the stage, so what they did would pass completely unnoticed. Especially since the lights had already been dimmed and their position under the overhang was quite dark.
Monty gave the table a gentle push, so it was pressed up against Zoe’s body and Diego wrapped his arms around her, resting his elbows on the table. He hooked his legs around hers, widening them as far as her skirt would let them go.
Vallen and Monty were pressed hard against his sides, and they each turned inward to face Zoe and began rolling her skirt up her legs. There was a lot of fabric, as it was quite a full skirt, which was awesome because it meant the skirt draped the front of her legs even as the men exposed the sides. Not that anyone would be able to see them. All eyes were on the stage, but even if anyone had wanted to look, they’d have to get down on their hands and knees to see under the table. Plus, it was so dark that Vallen’s and Monty’s legs blocked much of Zoe’s. Even someone sitting on the floor likely would see nothing.
But that shouldn’t dilute the power of the naughtiness of what the men planned to do.
Diego pressed his arms against her chest and could feel her heart pounding faster. Oh yes. She was fully alert to the excitement of this game.
Diego could feel Monty’s and Vallen’s arms moving under the layer of skirt fabric and then the steady downward tug. He lifted Zoe up slightly, just enough for his brothers to pull her panties down over her ass. Then he set her down again and crossed his arms over her chest, cupping his hands on her breasts and teasing the globes and her nipples.
Zoe hissed out a breath, but Diego didn’t know whether it was because her panties were being pulled down her legs or because he’d pinched her nipples. He kept his legs wrapped around her ankles but pushed her legs closer together now to speed the departure of her panties. He longed to know what color they were and whether they were damp with her honey, but that discovery would have to wait a while. Instead, he massaged her breasts again and flicked his fingers over her nipples, which were hard little points against the fabric of her black shirt.
Vallen bent down slightly, and Diego knew Zoe’s ass was now naked. In moments, those panties would be in Vallen’s pocket and Monty’s fingers would be in her cunt. He pinched and teased her nipples and then nibbled on her ear and puffed warm air at it.
Zoe kept her face forward, and Diego realized he had absolutely no idea what was happening on the stage. Everything that concerned him was sitting on his lap, right here in his arms. He licked the tender place behind Zoe’s ear and bit the shell of her ear again at the same time as he pinched her nipples. Her body pressed back against him, and she wiggled her ass across his cock.
Hell. They hadn’t told her she couldn’t pull any tricks like that. His dick was already aching to be inside her. It was his turn for her ass, and his dick knew it and wanted it. But damn, she was smart to get her revenge so subtly. Then she hissed again and wiggled, and he knew Monty was aiming for her G-spot and to give her an orgasm during the show. They hadn’t been sure whether it would be possible to bring her off by touch, but the atmosphere was filled with erotic excitement, and even though he hadn’t been watching the show, he expected it was arousing. The stage shows here always were.
Diego sucked her earlobe and looked at the stage. The Dom’s body was oiled and gleaming in the bright lights as his whip lashed across the ass of his sub, who had pasties on her breasts and a G-string over her cunt, leaving almost every inch of her body on display.
The Dom had made good use of his canvas. The whip marks were like plaid fabric on her ass, her thighs, and her upper shoulders. But she was wiggling and thrusting her ass out to her Dom, clearly wanting more. Diego wasn’t interested. He wanted Zoe, and having her in his arms like this was damn good. Having her underneath him and his cock deep inside her would be even better.
Zoe groaned and shook in his arms. Excellent. Monty had brought her off successfully. Just then the crowd clapped and cheered, and the lights came up.
Vallen stood. “Come, Zoe. Now it’s your turn.”
Diego helped her to her feet as Monty pulled the table away from her body a little. Vallen took her hand and pulled her against his body, resting an arm around her waist and his hand low on her hip. Monty went ahead to press the button for the elevator, and Diego straightened the table and chairs behind them, leaving a tip for the server.
He caught up to them just as the elevator dinged, and they rode down to the basement. Once again, Monty went ahead, punching the code they’d been given into their allocated dungeon. Each one had a bedroom and bathroom attached. Everything they needed for an evening’s play was here in the one place.
* * * *
Zoe’s legs were still a little wobbly from her orgasm as she stepped into the dungeon. The evening had been one surprise after the other. She hadn’t expected to be forbidden from choosing her meal or feeding herself, but the men had aroused her lust in the way they’d taken charge and looked after her. She knew it was meant to give her a picture of the Dom caring for his sub, and she’d gotten the message loud and clear. Even the meal they’d chosen for her consisted of all items she liked. They’d certainly been paying attention to her. She wasn’t at all sure she could choose meals for them so successfully.
And then for them to remove her panties while they were sitting at the table? That had shocked her to the core. They’d done it very unobtrusively. She had to acknowledge that, but if this habit of theirs of removing her underwear contin
ued, she was going to run out of pretty panties. She didn’t have very many pairs, and they still had the lilac ones that matched her bridesmaid’s dress, as well as today’s black lace ones.
She waited silently in the dungeon to learn what would happen next. Watching the sub get whipped by her Dom had been extremely carnal. Zoe wouldn’t mind being whipped, but she was sure that whatever the men planned to do to her would leave her desperate for release, despite the orgasm they’d already given her.
But instead of them telling her to undress, Vallen turned her to face him. He unbuttoned a single button up near her neck and asked, “Are you hot, slave?”
She knew he wasn’t talking about the weather. Likely this building was completely climate controlled anyway. “Yes, Sir.”
He undid a second button, trailing a finger over the skin below her neck. “Would you like your ass whipped tonight?”
“Yes, Sir.” Zoe worked hard to control her shiver. Her skin was so sensitive to his touch. His fingers merely brushed against her flesh, but it aroused as much as the fieriest of kisses would have done. Less can indeed be more sometimes.
“You know you are going to be punished for not trusting us, properly.”
It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t reply. She did trust them, truly she did. It was just that she’d wanted to explain her thoughts in words. But hell, her ass was about to become very sore indeed, and she was looking forward to that. The heat from the punishment would have her more than ready to be fucked, although, right now, she was ready to be fucked anyway. But she knew her arousal would be pushed higher and higher by the men’s actions, and that meant her next orgasm would be truly spectacular as well.
Vallen opened two more buttons and licked a line down her sternum, popping the final button as he did. He brushed the shirt off her shoulders and sucked her breast through the lace of her bra, getting the fabric completely wet as he sucked hard until her nipple and areola were pressed against the roof of his mouth and her cunt was wet with cream.
Unthinking, she reached out and gripped his hair, holding his head pressed to her breast and reveling in his suction on her nipples.
Her skirt was thrown up over her head and Vallen’s, and a harsh hand slammed onto her ass in a stinging rebuke.
“Are you permitted to touch us, slave?” roared Montague.
“No, Sir.”
Well damn. Holding Vallen’s head to my breast felt so good.
Vallen flipped her skirt back down and took her bra off while Monty stripped her skirt off. She was manhandled over to the spanking bench and locked into it, hand and foot, while Monty spanked her ass several more times.
Then Vallen began to whip her. It hurt like hell, and tears filled her eyes. But after a little while, the heat spread into her body, and the pain became pleasure as he whipped her again and again until her ass was really sore but her cunt was dripping cream onto the spanking bench.
Then Monty was back with a paddle. He paddled her thighs over and over until they were hot and sore.
Finally, Diego laid a hand on her ass. It was damn tender. She wasn’t really sure she wanted any more punishment on it. Instead of punishing her, he poured cool gel into her ass and began massaging her sphincter. The tight muscles welcomed his slippery fingers, and she opened easily for him. Oh yes. Being fucked in the ass was something she was ready to try again. In fact, everything the men had done to her had been extremely arousing. She was in no doubt that she was made to be a BDSM sub.
Sex with one man would never be able to complete her now after sex with these three men. Although they hadn’t said such a thing, she trusted them with her body. She supposed they were going to decide if she was a suitable mate for them. They’d hinted at such a thing but never asked her outright.
For the first time, she thought seriously about her avowed position of not being a lemming. That reasoning hadn’t applied since the first time they’d fucked her. She’d known then, even if she hadn’t been ready to admit it, that she was willing to mate them if they asked her. But not for a while. There’d been too many weddings too quickly in her family already. She wasn’t going to rush into marriage for at least twelve months yet. She wanted to be absolutely certain these men were right for her. And it’d be good to be reassured that both her sisters’ marriages were working out all right as well.
Diego’s fingers scissored her ass open wider, and then something cold and hard was pushed at her back door. She supposed it was a butt plug, but it felt like metal. She’d always assumed they were plastic. As Diego wiggled it deeper inside her, more metal pressed against her pussy lips. It took Zoe a moment to work out what was happening, and then she realized Diego was putting a double dildo inside her. Sure enough, he moved the metal toy a little, and the other part of the dildo slid deep into her cunt. Wow. I wasn’t expecting that.
Her wrists and ankles were freed, and Vallen helped her get off the spanking bench. She stood silently beside it, waiting, wondering what was next. The double dildo inside her felt really strange. Not like the beads and Kegel balls. They’d aroused her but hadn’t filled or stretched her at all. And not like a cock, which did fill and stretch her but was warm and supple. But it was an interesting experience for sure.
“Come over here and undress us,” ordered Monty.
She looked up, and three of them were lined up a few paces away from her, in the center of the dungeon. She took a step forward and realized she was still wearing her shoes, and nothing else. Well, if they’d wanted me to take them off, they’d have told me, she reasoned.
Zoe looked at the three men. Vallen was in the middle, with Monty on his right and Diego on his left. She stood in front of Monty and unbuttoned his shirt, easing it off his arms and folding it neatly before laying it on the spanking bench.
She moved to Vallen and did the same for him and then Diego. After she’d put Diego’s shirt on the spanking bench, she kneeled in front of him and removed his boots and socks, then Vallen’s, and finally Monty’s.
Every time she bent over, the dildo pressed into her channel rubbing on it and making her long to touch it. Her breasts were full and heavy with lust, and her nipples were as hard as stone. She tried to put that all out of her mind as she unbuckled Vallen’s belt and unzipped his tight black jeans. His cock was full and hard, almost bursting out of his boxers as she opened his jeans. She pulled his jeans down and then his boxers, dropped to her knees, and sucked Vallen’s cock into her mouth. It might result in more spanking, but it was worth it. He tasted so good.
Vallen pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Put this on me now.”
Zoe stared at the plastic rings. She looked at them carefully but had no idea what they were. Except he’d said to put it on him, and she was holding his cock. Cock rings.
She slid his shaft through the two rings, pushing them down to the base of the shaft. She looked up at him hesitantly and he said, “All the way to the root. It’ll make us last a lot longer so we can give you many orgasms.”
She pushed the cock ring firmly against his skin, adjusting it until he nodded to her, and then she moved to Monty. He’d already dropped his black dress pants and was stroking his cock. He handed her his cock rings, and she put them on him a lot more confidently.
Finally, she went back to Diego and added his toy to his cock. But when she turned around, Diego held her back against his body, his hands on her arms.
Monty was standing in front of her with the flogger. “You must be punished for sucking Vallen’s dick without permission. You know the rules, Zoe. We make the decisions here. You don’t.”
Monty flogged her belly then higher up so some of the strands whipped over her breasts, and lower down, so some flicked over her cunt. Then he flogged both her thighs several times and, once more, flogged her breasts and then her cunt. Diego let her go, and Monty put the flogger away.
Zoe was surprised. Some of the strokes had hurt, but she hardly noticed them. She was so aroused from the double dildo al
l she could think about was the men fucking her.
* * * *
Ever since he’d stuck his fingers in Zoe’s cunt at the table during the floorshow, all Monty had been able to think about was having his dick inside her instead of his fingers. He was pleased he’d been able to give her an orgasm. He wasn’t at all sure that he’d be able to it in those circumstances. But what was a lot more important was fucking her now until she came and came and came again. Their plan was to drive her wild with numerous orgasms and then ask her to mate them. They needed to demonstrate to her so clearly that she couldn’t possibly misunderstand that she belonged with them and only them. Only three men would satisfy her carnal desires. Only the three of them could know her so intimately, so thoroughly they would always bring her to screaming release.
That’s why they were wearing cock rings. None of them wanted to come too fast, and Zoe aroused them all to such heights that coming too fast was a very real possibility. But not tonight. Tonight was all about her.
Monty lay on his back on the bed and watched her.
Vallen said, “Come here, slave, and let me remove that dildo. It’s time to replace it with our dicks.”
Monty licked his lips, and his cock stretched and jumped as Vallen fucked the dildo in and out of her cunt before pulling it partway out. Then Vallen fucked her ass with that section of the dildo before finally removing it completely. Diego handed Zoe a condom with raised bubbles on it, and said, “Go and glove Monty and then climb on him.”