“Wh-what is happening?”
No answer.
“Ralen?”
Again, nothing. Everything in the room was completely still, no sound.
Had he left her there, like this?
He had. He was gone!
Her heart beat madly in her chest as she wondered what would happen next. She knew he hadn’t tied her and covered her eyes for nothing. What in Ares’ name was herbig brute of a husband planning for her?
Serves you right for having the confidence to relax, to think the worst was over.
Just then, she heard the door open across the room.
“Ralen?”
“Yes, vixen.”
It was as if she could breathe again. Relief rushed through her body. “You’re here.
Thank Ares.”
“I left for only a moment.”
“Why? What…what’s going to happen now?”
Ralen’s warm mouth pressed over hers, his tongue dipping past her lips. Shewished she could hug him, run her fingers through his dark, beautiful mane of hair—she’d grown used to being able to do that when he unchained her. But she kissed him back anyway, trying to make the connection of their mouths be enough for her. Whenthe kiss was through, she whispered to him softly. “Will you tell me what’s happening?”
His hand curved warm and full over her breast, caressing softly as his breath camehot in her ear. “Trust me, my little sex slave.”
Trust him. Just as she had grown to do. She took a deep breath. “All right, master. I shall.”
All went quiet after that, the room feeling unbelievably still once more. Yet she felt his presence, knew he remained near her, and her awareness of him brought a
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semblance of peace in her newly darkened world. She tried to hear him breathing, having heard that being blinded heightened other senses.
She could not hear him, but when, a few moments later, a soft kiss met her hip, it set her skin tingling. “Mmm,” she purred. The mouth moved to her stomach, its touch scintillatingly sweet—and at the same time, lips closed over one nipple.
She drew in her breath at the shocking realization that two people were kissing her! Two! And she didn’t know who the second person was!
Oh Ares, this was insanity—how could it be? Why was her husband doing this to
her?
Had she not endured enough, been as submissive as he could wish? Her breastcontinued being lightly suckled as more unfamiliar kisses arced across her belly and up toward the other breast. She tensed, her hands knotting into fists above her head in their cuffs. The sensations were at once delicious and unthinkably outrageous. Why? Why?
“Relax, my naughty wife,” Ralen’s warm voice said near her ear. She’d never heard it sound so soothing. “Relax, enjoy, and let the pleasure consume you.”
And then she realized that if Ralen was talking, he was not even one of the people kissing her!
As a mouth moved warmly onto her other nipple, closing gently around it, the first was released, that pair of lips rising to kiss the curving ridge of her breast, then her neck. She let out a sigh of distress, despite the undeniably glorious physical delights being bestowed. Why would Ralen give her to someone else like this? Two someoneelses!
“I want to watch you be pleasured, vixen,” he said from the foot of the table, his voice still strong, calm, reassuring. “I want you to feel how deeply it pleasures me to watch this. And I want to hear you say my name.”
“But who—?”
A light snap of the crop stung her hip when she least expected it, but his voice remained low and even. “Say my name. Tells me whose pleasure brings about your own. Whose eyes watch you.”
Teesia trembled beneath the kisses from unknown mouths. “Ralen.”
“Again.”
“Ralen.”
“Keep saying it.”
She let out a sigh, her entire body tingling, and whispered his name. “Ralen. Oh,
Ralen.”
The kisses seemed to buffet her body like waves that crashed from both sides.
“Ralen.”
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One person’s mouth climbed her arm, the other licked rhythmically at her taut, sensitive nipple.
“Ralen.”
Kisses came from everywhere—moving down her inner thigh, across her shoulder. Low on her stomach—just above her pulsing cunt—and high on her chest.
“Ralen.” Forehead. “Ralen.” Breast. “Ralen.” A tongue in her navel. “Ralen, oh Ralen!”
The pleasure was consuming and…irresistible. She couldn’t not feel it. And Ralen’s gaze. She couldn’t see his eyes, but she could feel those, too, burning through her, watching this decadent act as his cock filled with stiff lust.
When a kiss came on her mouth, shockingly soft, she instinctively kissed back. A hand on her breast cupped and caressed. Another kiss touched her lips, this one slightlyrougher—being delivered from the other party, she thought. Another hand on her otherbreast, again firmer and larger, kneaded her hungry flesh.
“Oh Ralen,” she purred, almost as if it were his kisses, his hands.
Her sensual tormentors took turns kissing her, lulling her until she all she knewwas their touch and their warm mouths—and Ralen’s hot gaze, even hidden from her
as it was.
And then came both mouths, kissing her together, engaging her tongue with theirsas they continued massaging her breasts, tweaking the points of her nipples, driving her wild. Where was her pussy chain when she needed it?
Like an answer to a silent plea, one of her new lovers descended, leaving her lips,his mouth sweeping across breast and belly until he was kissing her inner thigh, then letting a warm, wet tongue sink into her aching cunt. She cried out at the needed joy, pulling at her chains, wishing she could see, but captive to the darkness her husband had foisted upon her. “Ralen,” she sobbed. “Dear Ares, Ralen.”
The other mouth returned to her nipple, licking, suckling with a sweet, gentle quality she couldn’t quite comprehend. A small hand closed on her other breast,massaging tenderly. And the tongue between her thighs laved her wet, needy slit until she was raising it to him as much as she could given the chains, moaning her delight with each thorough lick. “Ralen. Yes, Ralen,” she breathed. “Oh yes, Ralen.”
She thrust her cunt at the giving tongue, her movements more wild as orgasmthreatened. The mouth at her breast responded in kind, suckling harder, making her feel it more deeply. “Oh Ares,” she murmured through clenched teeth. “Oh yes. Ralen…Ralen…Ralen…” She said his name in time with the pulses that vibrated through her body, centering in her cunt—and then, sweet heaven, the glorious release broke, the ecstasy washing over her like great sheets of rain, and she cried Ralen’s name again and again as it echoed through her like a mighty thunderstorm.
And even as the torrent washed through her, a hand was in her hair, pulling thestrip of leather away, giving back her vision so that she found Shaena at her breasts, Laene at her cunt.
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It was the first time she’d seen anyone but Ralen in a long while. Both the pretty maid and the handsome man were naked and smiling at her. She could only stare, stunned.
“Ralen asked us to pleasure you for him, lady,” Laene said. “A pleasure for us, as
well.”
Shaena leaned over to bestow a short kiss to her mouth, their breasts brushinggently, nipples grazing each other’s skin, inexorably soft. She whispered in Teesia’s ear, “By now I’m sure you know that being Ralen’s slave is not so horrible.”
Teesia swallowed nervously, taken aback even amid the mind-numbing pleasure.
She failed to summon an answer for Shaena, but suspected her orgasm confirmed the maid’s suspicions well enough. While it was, in one sense, odd and awkward tohave Laene and Shaena see her naked and chained—and writhing with pleasurebeneath them, for Ares’ sake—the fact
that it had already happened, along with their sensual, friendly smiles, somehow took all embarrassment away.
“Shaena,” Ralen said, “move onto the table, behind her, so that her head rests in your lap.”
Shaena did as Ralen instructed, folding her legs so that Teesia’s head lay in the “v” formed by the maid’s slender calves. She watched as Shaena’s feminine hands reachedout to gently stroke and massage her breasts, sucking in her breath at the soft pleasure. “So pretty,” Shaena murmured, gazing down at them.
Teesia bit her lip, then utterly softly, “Yours, too.” For she’d noticed, despite herself, that the maid’s breasts were pert and lovely, the skin there not quite as tanned as therest of her, and tipped with coral peaks that had grazed so deliciously over hers just
moments ago.
They exchanged smiles as Shaena’s caresses kept Teesia deeply aroused, despite the orgasm that had just flooded her senses. When she dared shift her gaze to the men, both standing at the foot of the table, they grinned, too.
Ralen’s eyes glittered darkly on hers as he said to Laene, “Choose a cock for her cunt.”
“Not my own, I presume,” Laene said, his gaze sparkling with a hint of amusement
as he looked to Ralen.
Ralen’s eyes responded in kind, even as he said, “From the wall, Laene. Choose a
cock from the shelves.”
Legs still spread by the chains shackling her ankles, Teesia’s pussy fluttered and wept as she waited for Laene to return. Despite her orgasm, she was desperately hungry for more stimulation within this new situation. He chose a fairly large toy—not at big as Ralen’s shaft, but she yearned to have it inside her the second she saw it.
She tensed slightly as Laene positioned it at her opening— it felt strange that anyonebut her husband would be inserting something into her—but she groaned deeply at theclay cock’s entry.
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“Now in and out,” Ralen instructed, both men’s eyes seeming glued to her cunt.
Laene slid the large rod deep, then eased it halfway out, and at the next slow drive, she met the thrust and enjoyed knowing she’d caused the growl that had just escaped her husband’s throat.
Both men continued watching, looking almost drunk on her as Laene glided the toy into her pussy. Above, Shaena’s sweet hands molded and caressed, her fingertipsoccasionally rising to tweak Teesia’s pink nipples just as the cock reached its deepest point inside her. Her body sizzled to know she was the center of all this touching and fucking, all this giving of pleasure—it emphasized for her what a purely sexual beingshe had become under Ralen’s tutelage. She met the clay cock again, pushing back, wanting it in her deeper, for both Ralen’s delight and her own.
Ralen left the table briefly, returning a moment later with a small viewing glass, which he held propped between her widespread legs so that she and Shaena could see what the men saw. “Watch,” Ralen said deeply. “Watch the way it slides so smoothly in and out of you, vixen.”
She drew in her breath as they all watched. Her pussy was parted to reveal pink folds of flesh, the tiny knob of pleasure at the top, the stretched opening below that accepted the cock with comfortable ease.
“My master is fascinated with watching my cunt,” she observed, and everyonelaughed softly.
Even Ralen, and she couldn’t help thinking that he seemed…softer with his friendshere. Still her well-muscled master with the dark, dangerous eyes, but his expression had grown more relaxed than she’d ever seen it before.
“That’s Shaena’s fault,” he said to Teesia. “When we were children, she dragged me to the village one day to show me a discovery. We peered in the window of a cottage where a woman fucked herself with a dildo, just like Laene fucks you now.”
“We became obsessed,” Shaena added, laughing at the memory. “We returned every day at the same time, for she kept a regular schedule. We couldn’t seem to stop watching her.”
“I will admit,” Ralen said, his eyes still focused between her legs, his countenance going a bit more serious, “that ever since that day as a boy of twelve, I have been captivated by the pussy. I never grow less amazed at its lush pinkness, the way it so smoothly swallows a cock.”
“Or anything else one wishes to put inside it,” Laene said on a laugh, and Teesia caught a sensual glance exchanged between him and Shaena that made her wonder exactly what Laene had pushed into her maid’s cunt.
“Let’s remove the cock and unchain my wanton little vixen,” Ralen said, his eyes glittering with a lust that made Teesia hungry for whatever came next. Would it be only Ralen? Or would the play involve all three of them? It didn’t matter—all that mattered was sensation, and the knowledge that however it came, it was by Ralen’s bidding.
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She was pleased, as always, to leave the table, swept up in dark warmth when Ralen pulled her naked body down with him into a chair so that she sat sideways across his lap.
Before them, Shaena braced her hands on one of the bedposts, licked her lips andlooked over her shoulder at Laene, her eyes issuing a heated invitation. Watching Laeneplace his hands firmly at the swell of her hips and listening to them both moan as he eased his handsome cock smoothly inside made Teesia even wetter.
Her husband kissed her neck as they both observed, and Teesia got caught up in thevisual pleasure. She’d never have guessed that watching someone else fuck could fill her with so much excitement. Laene’s shaft was not as large as Ralen’s, but was still a lovely sight, pleasingly stiff as he moved in and out of a moisture they could all hear.
And Shaena’s body was not quite as curvy as her own, but more slender and sleek. She found herself thinking that if she was lush valleys and mountains, then Shaena was a windswept beach with tanned slopes and gentle waves. Her deep moans thrilled Teesia to the core and reminded her of her Orientation with dear Bella.
When Ralen began to play at her bare breasts, she glanced down to see him re-attaching her nipple rings. “Keep watching Laene and Shaena,” he instructed her.
Thin metal closed tightly around one erect nipple, sending a brutal bite of pleasure to her cunt. She hissed in her breath, then whispered, “But why are you—?”
“Your breasts are beautiful without them,” he returned softly, “but I love the sight of them captured within the rings, too.”
His large fingertips curved the ring at the other end of the thin chain about her opposite nipple, making her feel delightfully bound once more, yet at the same time still free. She cast him her naughtiest smile. “Whatever you wish, I wish.”
Nothing could have pleased her more than his wicked grin and the dark gleam in his eyes when they met hers.
When he bent to deliver tiny licks to her taut and re-sensitized nipples, it was all she could do not to watch him instead of the couple before her. She switched her gazefrom her husband’s wet tongue to the arousing site of Shaena and Laene groaning theirheat. She was surprised to find Shaena’s eyes turned on her.
When the pretty maid spoke, her voice took on a desperate quality. “Ralen, I wishto kiss her. I want more of her breasts.”
Ralen caught the tip end of one nipple between his teeth, looking up at the other woman only as he released it. “I’m playing with them right now, Shaena.”
Shaena whined further, even as Laene continued thrusting into her from behind. “You have them all the time. Let me have them now, this once.”
Teesia was certain Ralen would respond with anger to the girl’s commands, but to her surprise, his look slowly softened. “All right,” he said, clearly grudgingly, then murmured, “Suppose it will make a lovely sight, now that I think about it.”
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Teesia blinked, looking at him. “You wish me to be with her further?” For some reason, she’d presumed the sharing was over, yet Ralen nodded.
A shiver of anticipation ran up Teesia’s spine. She hadn’t quit
e known she wanted this, but suddenly, now, it appealed in more ways than she could fully comprehend. “Then I wish it, too.”
Leaving her husband’s lap and stepping up to the foot of the bed, Teesia watched as Shaena released her hold on the tall, thick wooden post and curled the fingertips of one hand around the chain that dipped between Teesia’s breasts.
A little yank pulled Teesia closer, made her cry out quickly, made her pussy hum with unexpected delight.
Shaena’s eyes were wild on Teesia’s breasts before she raised her passionate gaze to her face. “Rub them against mine,” she said, her voice echoing a low, thick heat.
Giving her lip a sensual bite, Teesia moved even closer, closer, until Laene’s thrusts from behind drove Shaena’s arched breasts softly against Teesia’s own. There was noneed to rub, for Laene’s rough plunges managed that for them. Their nipples jutted intoeach other’s breasts and Teesia imagined the rings around hers must deliver a slightly abrading sensation. With each gentle crush of their chests, Teesia’s pussy spasmed with a fresh, undeniable heat that left her in pure wonder.
When she’d been with Bella, somehow, despite the pleasure, it had seemed as if it were pretend, because it was practice, and she’d been thinking of Ralen, rehearsing to be with him. It hadn’t occurred to her that two women could seek pleasure together for no other purpose than pleasure itself.
But then, this did hold another purpose, at least for Teesia. Her husband’s eyes burned through her like fire. She looked at Shaena, at their breasts bouncing together,but she felt Ralen’s hard, hot stare. So intense, she had no doubt that the same hardnessand hotness echoed to his cock below.
She wanted to please him in every way, even wanted to find ways to surprise him—
so she followed her instincts and kissed Shaena’s mouth.
Both women moaned at the sensation the kiss sent skittering through them, and Ralen’s low growl could be heard across the room. “So pretty, ladies,” Laene purred from his spot at Shaena’s rear.
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