by Zoey Marcel
“Hurt me, Master,” she pleaded through a tortured little whimper.
Ben wondered if she was in subspace. He glanced over at Logan, who nodded. Apparently she was and she wanted more pain. Ben made his hits to her supple flesh lighter than before, but this time he allowed the leather tails to wrap around her hips and thighs when he flogged her.
She screamed, but as tormented as it sounded, he somehow knew that she didn’t want him to stop. Jill seemed like she was in a trance as she slipped deeper and deeper under his spell. The sight of her bound and naked for him combined with the knowledge that she was finally in headspace where he wanted her sent a sudden surge of power and energy through him.
She mumbled and mewled helplessly, breathing hard and shallow. He felt so close to her, as if he were the very lungs holding her intake of air. Seeing her like this in a state of uncontrollable ecstasy made him want her even more. His cock ached and throbbed to an agonizing level he was sure he’d never reached before.
Every drop of sweat that trickled steadily down her soft skin made him harden to the point of torture. He’d never felt his senses heighten this much before, like an adrenaline rush and nirvana at once, yet he seemed to be thinking clearer than ever, unlike the sweaty, panting sub in front of him. It was almost as if he’d achieved a higher level of being than he ever had before.
He’d heard of Domspace and wondered about it. This must be it. He’d achieved the ultimate high while she had fallen into the deepest possession of her life.
He couldn’t tell anyone if asked what the hell Neil and Logan were doing, but Ben knew absolutely everything that was happening to Jill. He knew every breath, every drop of sweat, every trickle of wantonness. He sensed the sexual energy emanating from her, the drug of submission that flowed through her veins like a time-delayed poison, unleashing its venom slowly into her hot bloodstream.
There were murmurs in the background, but he couldn’t hear them. She possessed him in that moment as he did her. They owned one another completely. The euphoric encounter as he continued to flog and caress her quivering naked body was beyond sexual. It transcended comprehension into a spiritual realm of complete oneness and enlightenment.
He could hurt her in that moment if he wasn’t careful. She seemed so hypnotized by everything he did to her no matter how painful or pleasurable. He must take care of her, protect her. The power and responsibility made him feel that much stronger.
He walked around to the front of her, watching the way the muscles in her abs tensed when he touched her belly and breasts. Her skin felt so hot and clammy, so soft.
He’d fucked her probably thousands of times and as amazing as those encounters had been he’d never felt closer to her in his life than he did right now. This was more than being inside her body. He felt like he was inside her soul, seeing it and touching it. Possessing it and making love to it so that her soul was one with his.
She’d fought him for control and in this moment lost it completely to him. She used to run screaming when he tried to get too close to her, but trapped in this moment with him there was nowhere she could run as he made her closer to him than she’d ever been before.
Ben unzipped his pants and freed his cock as he gazed into his wife’s eyes and brushed her cheek with one hand. He gripped his erection by the root, pretty much oblivious to the other two men in the room. Her loud, broken moan when he rolled his swollen glans through her sizzling juices fired his blood.
He drew her closer so her body pressed into his. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her hairline was dampened with perspiration. Her backside bore the marks of his ownership over her, and her pussy dripped with unrestrained need for him.
“I own you, babe,” he whispered into her ear as his cockhead rubbed against her engorged clit. “I own you completely.”
She whimpered and trembled against him as her body was thrown into a small, lingering orgasm. The way her legs braced and the muscles tightened aroused the hell out of him. She jerked against her bonds, but they refused to give her up, just as he would never let her go.
“Fuck,” she breathed, quaking uncontrollably.
“You want me to fuck you?” he murmured, dragging his fingertips down the front of her body.
She flailed and let out a shrill little scream. “Fuck…Master…please.”
His dick hardened to steel, which brought him a pleasurable kind of suffering. She called him Master and pleaded for him to have sex with her. His ego and sex drive swelled as much as his bulging penis.
“Neil and I are going to fuck your ass…at the same time,” he informed her, smiling at her elated sigh. “Do you want to be double ass-fucked like a dirty little whore?”
She wailed and tried to impale herself on his cock, but he pulled it back, though he was mighty tempted to spear her with it. “Yes. Whore.”
He walked around to the back of her and slowly fucked her with the anal plug, making her moan long and deep. “Two cocks will fuck you up this tight asshole. We’ll bareback you, slave, and we’ll spill all our messy cum up your rectum. Yes, sweetheart, I said that word you love so much and you’re creaming for me like a shameless slut.”
She whimpered and her knees shook. “Please.”
“And while we fuck you Logan is going to jack off and spill his cum all over your big tits. I called you slave and you got wet,” Ben taunted. “Do you want to be my slave and my whore?”
“Yes,” she breathed as obvious tremors laid siege to her defeated body.
“Then you will be,” he whispered into her ear.
* * * *
Jill couldn’t stop shaking. Everything Ben said and did to her felt out-of-this-world amazing. She’d never felt so drunk with passion, so drugged with the need to submit, and possessed by her husband before.
She collapsed in his strong, secure embrace when he untied her arms. Pins and needles ran up and down them, but she was too ecstatic to care. He walked her over to the couch and laid her down. He and Logan each removed one of her high heels while Neil stripped.
“I appreciate that,” Logan said quietly.
What did he appreciate?
“It was the least I could do. Thanks for your help,” Ben replied.
Logan nodded.
Her brain was in a happy state of mush and every cell teemed with life. Every nerve seemed to be a live wire that sparked with electric pleasure.
Ben pulled her up and she stood on wobbly legs, trying to adjust to the feel of standing on her whole foot again rather than the balls of them. She let out a soft moan of appreciation when he eased the large butt plug out of her lubricated ass. He applied additional lube to her there while Logan covered her tummy with kisses and groped the inside of her thighs.
Ben tossed the tube aside and then stripped and reclined on the couch. “She’s ready.”
Logan stepped aside and Jill trembled violently when Ben pulled her back and lifted her onto his huge, stiff erection. Each hot, hard inch of his naked cock sliding into her forbidden passage was beyond agonizing. He was hung so well the penetration made her anus pinch and burn, but the pain heightened her out-of-control desire all the more.
Ben panted and grunted as he slowly plowed his dick up her ass, filling her rectum with his rigid, throbbing length. “So fucking tight. Neil, your turn.”
She savored the solid heat of Ben’s body as he held her against him while lying in a sort of half sitting, half leaning position. His kisses on her head and the sight of Logan lowering his leathers made her dreamlike state that much more mesmerizing.
Neil’s enticing boner poised at her spread buttocks, requesting an invitation. An elated groan rolled through her when Ben spread her butt cheeks and Logan held her thighs apart and raised her pelvis to give Neil greater access.
“Relax your ass,” Logan demanded.
She obeyed, but her anus still protested a second cock in the same snug hole. Neil insisted and lightly teased her reluctant entry with his crown. Her ass muscles relaxe
d and he gradually crammed more and more of his penis into her ass after each orgasm Logan gave her.
When Neil’s cock was in all the way Jill wanted to run screaming from the mind-altering fullness and the painful stretching of her anal ring.
“Too much,” she breathed, wondering why she couldn’t seem to talk properly. “Fuck me, please.”
“You’re okay, sunshine.” Ben kissed her head and palmed her breast. “We’ve got you. Just relax and let us fuck you.”
She meant to say okay, but she was too overwhelmed to speak. Ben remained still for the most part while Neil stood and gently stroked his cock in a back-and-forth motion into her crowded ass. Every thrust made her tense, jolt, and cry out from the excruciating pain and intense pleasure that bombarded her.
Logan lazily stroked his dick, searing her with his hard, smoldering stare. The hot, crazed look of sin made her dizzy and weak with delight.
At times Ben met Neil’s suddenly rapid thrusts and at other times he lay still and let the smaller man take control of the fuck. What started as slow and cautious quickly evolved into a psychotic pace of speed and strength as they fucked her quick and hard, packing as much of their beastly endowments into her bowels as they could.
Frantic cries poured from her lips at the overwhelming pain she couldn’t stand and the too-good sensations of unreal satisfaction. Jill had a feeling this strange spell of hypnosis she was under, whatever it was, was the only reason she could tolerate such ruthless pain and brutal pleasure simultaneously.
To her knowledge this wasn’t something the average Joe did. The majority of people getting double-teamed up the ass were female porn stars and gay men from what she’d heard. Jill whimpered in euphoric distress. She had two cocks up her ass like a filthy slut.
Logan’s cock swelled and bulged, the veins in the shaft prominent and alive. His fingers rubbed her smooth mons, making her squirm and sob at the intense sensation that flared beneath his skilled touch. He massaged her clit and then rubbed soothing circles over her pussy hole that made her cunt tingle and dampen.
“Please,” she pleaded, wanting him to stop, yet wishing he’d never stop.
Logan didn’t stop. He caressed her hot, swollen pussy with his masculine hand and occasionally slipped a finger or two into her cunt and fucked her with them.
Neil grunted and moaned extra hard when Logan did that, and she wondered if Neil could feel it. He held her thighs open, gripping them so hard from exertion that his nails dug into her skin.
Ben groped her chest and rubbed her belly, letting out low cuss words in between his sounds of abandon. His touches and the way he grabbed her excited tiny screams of want from her.
“Come, sub,” Logan commanded her with a fatal look that had sexual written all over it. “Come now.”
Jill screamed when her orgasm slammed into her. She felt swelling from inside her and her cunt gushed all over Logan’s fingers as he continued to rub her pounding clit with another. The intense explosions inside her were like dynamite, and the volcanic heat nearly burned her alive.
If the violent way her body had been rocked and shaken by their manic thrusts before had been too much, she figured she probably looked like a rag doll now.
Ben and Neil roared at the insane suction of her ass locking onto their erections. They came almost at the same time and erupted inside of her. Her uninhibited, feminine scream merged with their manly bellows as the hot spray of their semen flooded into her ass. The sensation of naked cocks stroking her sensitive anal walls and the scalding spurts of their seed possessed her to the point of delirium.
Logan jerked himself faster, swearing under his breath as he pumped himself to the finish line.
Jill choked on a needy sob when Ben fisted her hair and made her be still while Logan ejaculated on her breasts and neck. The pulsing fullness of their sated cocks in her ass and the sizzling flow of cum puddled on her skin threw her into hysteria. Mini sparks of electricity shot off inside her and her body convulsed in their arms.
In that moment she knew what it was to be completely vanquished, to be possessed beyond comprehension. She knew what it was to be owned completely. It was the most terrifying, exhilarating feeling she’d ever known.
Chapter Fourteen:
Subdrop
Jill heard Logan discussing aftercare and subdrop with Ben while they cleaned up the floggers. She knew what aftercare was, but she’d never heard of subdrop before.
It didn’t matter, though. Nothing seemed to matter at the moment but the intense flood of sensation running amok all over her body. She needed to sleep and be held. It was all she wanted right now.
Neil covered her body with kisses in the shower as he washed her and himself. He was being very sweet, and if she wasn’t so wiped out she’d throw him against the wall and have at him.
He carried her into the master bedroom afterward, which was considerate, though hardly necessary. Good heavens, she just had sex, not surgery. There was no need to baby her like this, though she did love to be pampered. Best to simply enjoy all the attention.
Neil rubbed cool cream on her sore skin and dressed her in a skimpy, olive-green satin baby-doll before tucking her into bed. He planted a kiss on her forehead and told her he loved her before he left.
Jill lay there trying to process it all. Her mind was foggy and the afterglow felt too good to analyze. She realized she must have dozed off as her eyes fluttered open when she saw Ben standing over her, playing with her hair.
“I’ll take care of the kids tonight, sweetheart. You just rest,” he whispered before planting a light kiss on her forehead. He caressed her arm and tucked it back under the covers. “I’m proud of you, sunshine.”
She smiled contentedly and let out a happy sigh as she watched him leave. “Thank you.”
He pivoted in the doorway and offered her a fond smile. “You’re welcome. You just sleep. We can talk things over if you need to when you wake up.”
She was too tired to answer him, so she offered him a sleepy smile and watched him close the door behind him as he left.
That was Ben, always wanting to psychoanalyze everything like a chatty woman. Given the way she usually withdrew during a disagreement and he insisted on talking about it, it struck her that the roles seemed reversed. Granted everyone was different, but didn’t men generally want to be left alone during a conflict while women nagged them to discuss it?
When she opened her eyes again she nearly panicked. What time was it? The digital clock said ten thirty-seven. Good lord, had Pasadena and Coral eaten their dinner?
She looked over her shoulder and saw Ben lying next to her asleep. Had he thought to take care of her daughters while she’d been out of it? Probably, but she’d raised them by herself without him during their separation. No one knew how to take care of them the way she did. Ben had probably fed them Lucky Charms and sent them to bed wearing their clothes instead of pajamas. There were probably a ton of dishes in the sink.
She crept out of the room and into the bedroom both girls shared. They were asleep in their bunk beds. Pasadena was on the top bunk and Coral on the bottom one. They even wore pajamas and when she knelt by their heads they smelled like shampoo. Ben had thought to tell them to take their baths?
Jill smiled. Of course, Ben was a very clean person. He wouldn’t want his kids to be dirty either.
She tiptoed downstairs, surprised by the empty sink. He must have gotten takeout. The kitchen smelled like spaghetti, though. Had he actually cooked something for their children? Who would have thought? He’d even done the dishes, too. Astounding.
A sudden wave of panic hit her like a freight train. She’d slept for hours and even now she felt emotionally, physically, and psychologically drained. As she’d lain there in an oblivious state of extreme fatigue, he’d gone about taking care of their daughters.
The reality that he’d plunged her into a surreal state of otherworldly madness that had sucked the life out of her was frightening. He took her to some
unknown place and held her there, even hours later. The level of power he had over her was terrifying, invigorating.
She craved that same intensity of pleasure and helplessness even now. Her body still ached and buzzed with a euphoric level of heightened awareness that burned for him and his big, fat, wonderful cock.
Normally when she was afraid or upset with Ben she’d always turned to Logan or Judah for a listening ear. But Logan had helped Ben to send her plummeting into a pit of dark, horrifying utopia. And Ben had forbidden her to talk to Judah.
Neil was too close to Ben now for her to consider talking to him about this.
She could always talk to Ben about these mixed feelings that aroused and scared her. Talk to her husband about how controlling he was and how much power he had over her? That was laughable. She really did amuse herself sometimes.
Maybe she’d just go for a walk. She kept thinking of Judah. They wouldn’t have sex, but she needed to talk to someone and cuddle with somebody who didn’t desire to subdue her will and make her his slave.
Jill crept upstairs, trembling with fright. Good. Ben was still asleep. She felt like she might cry for fear of all the power she’d given him. He’d done more than simply take control of her body. He’d stolen possession of her soul and it scared her to death. She’d felt him inside the very deepest places in her, tearing down walls and stripping her spirit naked until she could hide nothing from him any longer. She’d felt him in her soul, knowing her, touching her. He knew her completely now and it was too much.
She had to get away if only for a few hours to figure out what to do about all of this. She grabbed a top from the walk-in closet and collided with Ben in the doorway. He startled a gasp from her and pried the shirt from her hand with ease.
“You’re not leaving, Jill. I won’t let you.” His tone was stern and commanding as he clutched her arms possessively. “Strip, now.”
Trembling, she pulled the flimsy lingerie off over her head and bared her body to him. She handed the garment to him, quivering with lust and uncertainty when he tossed it aside.