by Jenny Penn
“Here.” Lana handed Casey a shot of something clear along with a little advice. “Relax. Chase has got his own woman. You’re more like a gift.”
A gift to the Davis brothers’ friend, and maybe her future Mr. Right. Casey told herself not to think like that. She hadn’t come here to find anything more than a release from the sexual tension that had been building up within her. After all, she’d already found love with the wrong man…and his brother.
Maybe that was just her, though. Maybe she was just destined to fall for the wrong guys. Or, maybe, she really was a typical woman who found a need to infuse love into every sexual relationship…
Nah. Casey shook her head. That wasn’t it.
She’d slept with enough losers to know that there actually was something special going on between her and her mystery lover. It was just there in the air, a strange tension filled with excitement and hunger. Surely her mystery lover had sensed it. Why else had he pursued her so insistently?
She could only hope.
“Drink,” Lana commanded. “And stop worrying. Your mystery lover will take good care of you.”
“Here is hoping that he knows how,” Casey responded, all too aware of the camera hidden somewhere in the room as she lifted her glass up in salute.
“Trust me, he does,” Lana assured her with a twinkle in her eye. “So don’t worry, your education is only just beginning.”
There was something about Lana’s smile that had Casey’s guard rising anew as she tread cautiously forward, glancing about the big glass room she’d found herself in. It was impressive. Throwing back the shot Lana had given her, Casey handed the glass back before starting to wander around.
“So? Are you going to unravel the mystery now?”
She’d meant about her admirer, but Lana either didn’t understand or didn’t want to. Either way she chose to interpret Casey’s comment as being about the room and gave her the full tour of the glass cube that was simply known as a cube.
It had a hangout area, a gaming area, and a serious bondage zone that came complete with its own examination chair and a whole wall full of toys. If that wasn’t enough to unnerve a woman, there was a courtyard right outside the window that made it clear whoever was in that chair was on display. The very idea of which had Casey growing warm.
That wasn’t all that was tucked beneath the thatched roof. There were actually two more rooms hidden in back, a small bedroom and of course a luxurious spa-like bathroom. While the toilet came in its own private stall, the shower tucked in the corner had all glass walls and another courtyard where lookie-loos could gather to ogle whoever had the courage to bathe there.
Not that Casey was intimidated. She knew she looked good naked and better wet. Those were two things she already was, besides also being impatient. Everything looked like fun, and she wanted to play or, at least, get played with.
Beyond that, she was just plain anxious to finally meet and see her mystery lover, but apparently the man wanted to maintain his mystery. That became clear after Lana answered the phone that rang as they stepped back into the main part of the cube.
She answered it and spoke briefly to whoever was on the other end. Casey easily surmised that Lana was talking to a man thanks to all of Lana’s “yes, sir”s. The rest became clear only after she hung up and turned to announce that the deal had been struck and that Chase had traded her to a new master.
“You are to obey him without hesitation and in all things. Is that understood?”
“And am I to assume you are speaking for him now?” Casey asked, knowing she was risking a punishment by not answering directly, but there was nobody around except for Lana.
She didn’t think the other woman would rat her out. It wouldn’t have shocked her, on the other hand, if Lana hadn’t corrected her, but the other woman just smiled and answered as if she could read Casey’s very thoughts.
“I think it would be best now to inform you that your master is watching us…and can hear everything that is said.”
That was good to know. It also had Casey’s eyes darting around the room as she looked for the camera. Wherever it was, it was well hidden because she couldn’t find it. Lana gave her a moment to try before escorting Casey back over toward the examination chair.
There were markers painted on the floor, and she directed Casey to the dot that was centered beneath the bar hanging down from the ceiling. She obeyed, finding herself unnerved by the gathering crowd outside the window. It was different now that she could see the men with their women.
There were a lot more women than Casey had expected, most of whom were being put to good use. That explained why she wasn’t hated out at the harem. She was revving up the engines they were getting to ride. She was the one getting screwed or, as technically was the case, not.
“You know, it’s not that I have anything against women,” Casey spoke up as Lana approached her, a blindfold dangling from her fingers, “but I really did come here for the dick.”
“Don’t worry.” Lana came to a stop in front of Casey and offered her a smile that set the butterflies in her stomach fluttering. “You’re going to get it.”
Chapter 11
Josh prayed that none of the other guys noticed how badly his hands were shaking as he looked into the cube at the woman being bound before him. That was Casey dangling there. Casey. His Casey, and she was naked.
Naked!
His gaze raked down the length of her perfect body all flushed with her excitement and outlined with the sexiest tattoos he’d ever seen. Her breasts were bigger than Josh ever imagined and tipped with large, rosy nipples that made him ache to take a taste. Hell, he wanted to lay her down and lick her all over, tracing every single one of the dark trails of henna that twirled around her body. The intricate tattoos that graced her curves made Casey look all the more soft and sweet, pink and pale, like strawberries and cream.
That had always been his favorite desert, but now Josh might have to reconsider the matter because he saw something that he’d rather get a chance to devour. The swollen, glistening lips of Casey’s cunt drew his gaze and held him hypnotized as his balls began to boil with an ache that went deep enough that he couldn’t draw a breath without wanting her.
“You’ll be getting as much dick as you can stand,” Lana assured Casey, echoing Josh’s own thoughts as she wrapped the blindfold around Casey’s eyes.
“Promise?” Casey purred, and the husky tremor of want echoing in her voice stroked over Josh’s throbbing cock as he imagined she was speaking directly to him.
Silently, he answered. He promised. He was going to give her all the dick she could stand, and she was going to love every single inch. Just the thought of Casey moaning beneath him as he bent her over and packed her full had Josh’s dick pulsing painfully as it threatened to outgrow the waistband of his jeans.
He’d never been this big before, or this hard.
“Well, like everything at this club, it depends.” Lana answered Casey’s question as she lowered the cuffs down from the ceiling and bound Casey with them. “You have to earn your dick here, and your master has one last challenge for you to meet before he decides whether you’ve earned a reward.”
“Now that sounds like both a threat and a promise.” Casey giggled, clearly enjoying the moment.
Her enthusiasm was electric. More than that, it was contagious, addictive, mesmerizing, intoxicating—
“Wake up, baby brother!” Dylan’s voice cut straight through Josh’s ear thanks to the receiver plugged into it. “The ladies are waiting on you, so if you could wipe the drool off your chin…”
That earned Dylan a quick shot of his middle finger before Josh jerked forward, nodding at Lana to continue.
“Bend over.”
That sharp demand whipped out of Lana, making even Josh start as he shot the woman a quick look of surprise. He hadn’t known she had that kind of oomph in her and had to admit he was a little impressed. Casey…not so much.
“Aren’t you a little li
ght in the loafers to be making that demand?”
“Now!”
“Fine!”
Bending at the waist, Casey spread her legs and shook her ass, flaunting both the rounded cheeks of her rump and the plush folds of her pussy all at once. The sight was just too irresistible, and Josh gave into impulse, cracking a hand across her ass as Lana rushed to catch up his spontaneous spanking.
“Be still!” She barked that command, but it might have been too late.
Casey froze, appearing to scent the air as her nose lifted up, and Josh could all but sense her trying to figure out if the big hand that had just branded the pale curve of her rear with a searing imprint could actually belong to Lana. He helped her catch a clue and gave her other a cheek a matching mark, eliciting a squeal and a giggle from Casey as her cunt creamed hard enough for him to see the proof of her arousal thickening on her pink folds.
The sight nearly undid him.
The hunger and desire that he’d suppressed for so long rose up in a feral wave of need that would not be denied any longer. By the time Josh turned to take the lube from Lana’s hands, there was no more mercy or hesitation left in him. There was just the naked want he could no longer disguise.
Neither could Josh hid his excitement as Lana commanded Casey to spread her ass cheeks wide. Then it was his turn to touch. With trembling fingers, he squeezed out some of the cool gel from the tube Lana had handed him, but when he should have reached for Casey, Josh hesitated. He’d never done anything like this and suddenly felt uncertain of just what to do.
Thankfully, Dylan was there, whispering in his ear as he instructed Josh to allow just the tip of one finger to trace down the sweet crease dividing the firm-looking mounds of her ass. He teased her with the cool feel of the gel coating the tip of the finger, and then he lodged it against the tight ring of muscles guarding the puckered entrance to her ass.
He pressed slowly inward, amazed as her muscles clenched around him and sucked him deeper, showing off a skill Josh had never suspected a woman could possess. Casey knew, too, that she had him hypnotized once again just as Dylan had warned him she would try to do.
According to his brother, Casey blatantly fueled the fires of passion in a blatant attempt to overwhelm her lover with lust. That was how she took control, and Josh would have eagerly given it to her if Dylan hadn’t started barking at him to plunge his finger deep and fuck her into submission.
That sounded like fun, and he might just do that…once Casey was done fucking him into submission. Convulsing around his finger, her ass pulled it deeper into her tight channel, making Josh’s dick pound and weep in desperation to be free to take that ass for a ride.
He might have given into that urge if Lana hadn’t pointedly cleared her throat, drawing Josh’s attention not only back to her but also back to the sound of Dylan yelling in his ear. His brother was panicked. He thought Josh was losing control. He just might be.
God, her ass was tight…and so were his balls. They were sweating with the most delicious pain. Josh savored the ache, wanting to make this moment last. So he gave in to it, pumping his finger in and out of her ass as he added a second and third one. He stretched her muscles wide, reveling in the panted gasps that fell from Casey’s lips as she begged for more.
That was just what was on the menu.
Taking the glass plug that Lana held out to him, Josh fitted the head to her entrance and pounded it in with one deep thrust that had Casey crying out as she took two quick steps forward before coming to the end of her binds. She was still breathing heavy as Lana warned her not to let the plug drop.
“Now what, baby brother?” Dylan’s amused voice sang in Josh’s ear, drawing his dark gaze toward the camera as he shot his brother a dirty look for that taunt. “You need some suggestions?”
Actually, he could have done with some. Josh was well aware that he was the focus of everybody’s attention as he moved off to study the wall of toys as he considered his options. Ignoring Dylan’s repeated demands for Josh to listen to him, he settled on a pair of clamps that came with a chain and a plan that he was certain would impress this club full of perverts.
It was time to enjoy his treat and take a little taste. That wicked whisper echoed through his head as Josh knelt down before his pink and glowing goddess. That’s what Casey was to him, and he planned on worshiping her for the rest of his life.
“You’re not my mystery lover.”
The certainty in that quiet statement had Josh stilling as his eyes shot up toward Casey’s. The blindfold covered more than half her face, but still, he couldn’t help but wonder if she’d somehow caught a glimpse of him.
“He likes to talk dirty,” Casey explained as if sensing the question in Josh’s silence, but, then again, she had always been good at reading his moods. “And he has calluses in different places on his hands.”
“Damn,” Dylan muttered, a hint of pride tinting his voice. “She’s good.”
So was Josh. “I’m the one who commands you tonight, got me?”
“Very nice,” Dylan approved with a hint of pride.
“Yes, sir,” Casey answered as her spine straightened and her chin tipped into the air, but her suddenly obedient attitude couldn’t hide the smile tugging at the edge of her lips.
“Don’t buy into that good girl act,” Dylan cautioned him. “She’s just buttering you up. Trust me, the pixie is plotting, and we got to keep her off center if we want to win this war.”
Josh wasn’t sure what war Dylan was talking about, but he didn’t bother to argue with his brother. He knew him well enough to know that he enjoyed twisting everything into a challenge, not that it was hard this time to make that stretch.
“A new master, hmm…” Casey pursed her lips as she appeared to consider the matter. “Well, I hope you’re as meaty as the last one, or I might just have to object.”
That taunt elicited a roar of laughter from the guys back in the main room, not to mention the chuckleheads watching outside the window. Even Dylan snorted over a laugh.
“I told you she was sassy.” Dylan tried to sound stern, but there was no masking the approval thickening in his tone. “Now take those clamps from Lana and get to work making her realize that the quiet men are the dirty ones.”
Quiet men might be dirty, but vixens were known to drive men crazy, and that’s just how Josh felt in that moment as the heady scent of Casey’s arousal filled his every breath. The spicy musk intoxicated him and lured him into temptation.
Really, she had to be punished for that.
Soon, very soon, he’d have a taste of that cunt, but as Lana handed him the first clamp, Josh’s gaze shifted upward to the heaving mounds of Casey’s breasts. Tanned and oiled, they glistened like a ripe treat topped with rosy red berries all puckered and pointy, begging for attention.
Fitting the clamp between his lips, Josh leaned slightly forward to nuzzle his cheek between the rounded curves of her breasts. He hesitated for a long second as he allowed the velvety heat of her body to slowly envelop him before teasing her with the rough slide of his unshaven cheek down the soft, plush side of one generous globe.
Josh allowed the cold, hard edge of the clamp to trail along and could feel Casey suck in a hard breath. She tensed, going completely still as Dylan’s voice whispered into his ear.
“Nice move, baby brother…uh-oh. She’s moving.”
Josh didn’t need Dylan to tell him that. He was the one she was rubbing a leg up against. Like a cat in heat, Casey mewed and arched, stroking up against him in a demand that left no doubt what she wanted. It was a siren’s call, and if Dylan hadn’t barked a harsh command at him, Josh would have given in.
“Don’t you dare crumble now, baby brother. Clamp that tit!”
Josh obeyed without thought.
Using his teeth to spring open the clamp, he settled his mouth over the pebbled tip of her breast and let loose. Casey’s response was instantaneous. She squealed and danced backward as far as the cuffs dangli
ng from the ceiling would let her. Josh watched the glorious sight of those breasts bounce and jiggle.
Oh, yeah.
Josh didn’t know if he spoke the words, but they rolled around his head as he heard the men chanting in the background for him to do it again. He couldn’t argue with that demand. Fortunately, Lana had the next clamp ready, and this time, Josh didn’t give Casey any forewarning. Instead, he captured her nipple and sucked it straight into the unforgiving clasp of the toy’s metal teeth before letting them snap shut.
Casey let out another startled shriek, flushing a delightful pink as she danced around once again, clearly enjoying herself. So was everybody watching her, Josh included. He could hear the men arguing behind Dylan about whether or not she’d earned a punishment.
Punishment. That was Josh’s verdict.
“I think you forgot something, quiet boy, or aren’t you planning on connecting these two with some kind of chain?” Casey dared to match that question with a shake of her boobs, flaunting her clipped tits at him and making the crowd go wild.
“Go on, quiet boy,” Dylan hollered with a hoot. “Show that firecracker what comes next.”
It wasn’t Dylan’s command so much as Casey’s smile that had Josh growling and reaching for her. Wrapping his hands around her soft, resilient thighs, he jerked her forward even as he forced her legs wide open in one smooth move. He didn’t stop there but buried his face in the sweet folds of her cunt, losing himself almost instantly in the heady scent of her arousal.
Josh’s breath caught as, without thought, his tongue licked over her swollen folds, lapping up the addictive cream clinging to her pussy’s lips. Ambrosia, the mythical drink of the gods—he’d found it, and he’d never let it go.
Never.
That thought hammered through him like a nail being secured into place, but instead of confining him, that truth freed him. Growling like an animal in heat, Josh shed the last remnants of domestication and gave into the feral need driving him to devour her cunt. Forcing the plump lips of her pussy apart, he claimed the intimate flesh hidden beneath as his own, making Casey cry out with pleasure even as Dylan began barking in his ear.