She remembered nights when she begged Ronan to allow her to come. It excited her and drove her to the brink of madness time and again. She looked up, over her shoulder at Ronan and whispered. “I don’t entirely understand what’s happening.”
Ronan leaned down close to her. She inhaled his spicy cologne and arousal swept across her with a shiver.
“The man standing is their Dom. They are playing out a scene. The woman is not allowed to come until her Dom permits it, so she is probably in a large amount of sweet torture right about now with the way the man is grinding down on her pussy with his mouth.”
She gulped and emitted a breathy laugh.
“But then, you’ve been there, haven’t you, minx?”
She shivered with the erotic memory.
“Oh…well, that explains it, then.”
He squeezed her shoulders, and she went back to watching just about the same time as the woman began to beg verbally.
“Pleeeeease, Daddy, can I come now?” Her voice was so wrought with tension. Destiny’s body reacted to it. Suddenly the need to be touched roared to life, only she wasn’t sure what to do about it.
“Soon, princess. Be Daddy’s good girl.” He stroked her hair and kissed her on the forehead.
The woman groaned and writhed on the bed. The man took a flogger and struck the man’s ass, making him moan and wriggle and, if anything, apply himself to eating her pussy with even more vigor.
Destiny wasn’t sure she understood it at all, but she had to admit, she was turned on, and intrigued.
“You like that, minx?” Ronan whispered into her ear.
She wanted to purr. She nodded. He started to run his fingers over her head and down her neck. It was the loveliest feeling in the world. He reached forward and pulled loose the clasp holding her cape on. For a brief moment she stiffened, but there in the darkened patio, with the sex going on in front of everyone, she figured no one would notice her.
She maneuvered, letting him slide the cape from her body. Where he put it she wasn’t certain. Her focus remained on the fact that she was sitting on a porch surrounded by people and effectively naked. Her nipples peaked, and she grew wet. She wanted more and wondered if Ronan would deliver or leave her in this state of need all damn night.
The woman in front of her was finally given her instruction to come, and she did so screaming and panting and arched up hard off the lounger. The man who was directing them continued to flog the man eating her pussy as she came. At this point, Destiny realized that he too had come, seemingly only from the stimulation of the flogger. She had no idea a man could do that, but then she was beginning to feel herself near the verge of an orgasm and no one had touched her, either. The visuals, the sounds, and the smells combined into something so overwhelming and so powerful that seemed to stroke her body the same as a physical touch.
Ronan pulled her hair back and kissed her neck. “Do you like this, Destiny?”
She nodded and continued to watch with fascination as the man took his two subs off the veranda, his arms wrapped around each. The care he felt for them was evident. It was beautiful. Ronan’s hands rolled over her shoulders and down her arms.
“Do you trust me?”
“Of course.” She answered instinctually and almost took it back when she realized that perhaps she should have thought about it for a moment or two first.
Some people came in and removed the covering from the lounger and placed a new one on. Several people left the patio, but a good handful still remained.
“Do you trust me to take care of you the way the woman on the lounger trusted her Dom?”
She jerked her head, turning to look at him. She couldn’t breathe, but it wasn’t panic, it was excitement.
“I think I could.” She slowly pushed the words out.
“Good girl, Destiny.” His words were like warm chocolate, and they coated her, soothing all the frayed edges.
He helped her to her feet, and suddenly there was another woman standing by Ronan. Her stomach flipped. Was he planning on asking her to share him? She wasn’t sure she could do that and tried to pull away, but Ronan reached out and stroked her hair.
“Shh.” He led her by the hand toward the lounger.
While she was wildly excited about the idea of having sex with Ronan where people would watch them, her insecurities kicked in. The woman Ronan brought was shorter than she was with a dark bob haircut and dressed in a sheath dress. She was barefoot, wearing three toe rings.
“Ronan, I don’t think…”
He cupped her cheeks and stared deep into her eyes.
“Iris is going to prep you for our scene. I won’t be far away. Can you do as she says?”
Her stomach was spinning like a top. She glanced nervously at the lounger then around the perimeter of the deck, but with how the lighting was, she really couldn’t see anyone. It was almost as if they were alone.
She looked at Ronan. He stood still, awaiting her answer. This was probably the only time in her life she would ever have an opportunity like this. Soon Ronan would be out of her life and no more than a beautiful memory. She swallowed hard. This was definitely a memory she wanted to have.
“I’ll do as she says.”
He smiled and kissed the top of her head before she got her real reward in a husky “Good girl.”
He walked away, and a cold chill swept over her as she stared after him until he disappeared into shadow.
She startled when she felt Iris’s hands run down her arms. She turned her so they stood face-to-face. Iris delicately reached out and touched the bow around her neck.
“Pretty.” She gestured to the lounger. “On your hands and knees.”
Her words were so matter-of-fact they felt oddly like a punch, but she thought of Ronan and did as she was told.
“Stretch your hands out in front of you.”
She lowered herself onto her elbows on the bedding beneath her. The fabric of her sheer dress slid up her back, bearing nearly her entire body to anyone within view. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but she wanted to try it. She wanted to know. She wanted to experience it all, and in the end, she trusted Ronan to keep her safe.
She held her breath as she tried to hold her position, but when Iris began to attach some kind of band to her wrists, she bolted upright, only to find Iris had too strong of a hold on her and she fell face-first to the lounger with an “Ooof.”
“Don’t struggle.” She gave her a moment to regain her original position, then continued to buckle the cuffs around her wrists.
The cuffs had fur lining so they weren’t uncomfortable. It was more just a terribly awkward position, and with her bare ass in the air, she knew what sort of a view she was giving to whatever crowd there may be. It bothered her inner good girl for a moment, then her wicked side took over, and the thought of her ass in the air, her pussy on display for everyone to see made her wet, and she pushed her ass just a little bit higher while Iris attached the chains to a bar running along the top of the lounger that she hadn’t seen before.
“Such a pretty sub.” Iris traced her finger down Destiny’s spine.
Next she felt something cold running down the crack of her ass. She drew a sharp intake of air as Iris’ finger followed the coldness, spreading the liquid down to her pussy. Next she felt her finger slide inside, and she fought to stay still.
Iris made a sultry sound, then commented, “Guess you don’t need lube there.”
She felt her cheeks burn. She knew how wet she was, but she hadn’t expected Iris to check her. Next she felt Iris push her finger with the lube on it into her asshole, and she stopped breathing for a moment. She shivered, and a sound unlike anything she’d ever made before in her life sprung from her throat. It was a breathy, panting sort of moan that somehow sounded like pleading for more.
Iris pushed lube inside her asshole and caressed her ass cheeks. Destiny became slightly disoriented then. It was almost as if she were fighting her own brain cells to stay coherent
. She was aware of her position. She was aware of the lube dripping down her ass crack. She was aware of her hands being bound, but everything else became a blur, and it started to frighten her.
“Shh, minx.”
He’s back.
She relaxed.
Ronan stroked her back. He leaned close to her ear and whispered calming words. “You are stunning in this position. So submissive. So obedient.”
Her breathing grew choppy. He was her savior. She wanted to please him so much that she honestly thought she’d do anything for him. Christian’s word suddenly made sense. The need she had for Ronan, was the same need he had for her. Her desire and willingness to be submissive to him wasn’t her being spineless like she was with Oscar in large part because she just quite frankly trusted him that much. She knew that no matter where he pushed her, Ronan would never push too far. He would always keep her safe and would always respect her. He needed her submission. She was giving him something of great worth, and in return, he was giving her the same.
She was desperate to tell him, to kiss him, to fuck him. She was his submissive, and it was more than okay, it was…she giggled.
It’s destiny.
“You all right, minx?” He stroked her back again.
“I’m perfect.” She beamed up at him.
She was willing to give him anything and knew that no matter where he pushed her, he would never push too far and he would always keep her safe. Frankly, she just trusted him that much.
“Do you remember the night at the pool?”
She felt her cheeks heat. She knew exactly what he had planned now, and her breath locked down in her lungs. She pressed her lips between her teeth and waited his instruction.
“Are your arms okay?” He stroked them.
“They are.”
“You know what to do if you want this to stop, right?”
She drew a breath and looked into his eyes the best she could from her position.
“I do.”
“Then show me, minx. Show me how obedient you can be for me.”
She purred and stretched and pushed her ass higher into the air, wanting to show him how good she could be. She pulled back on her restraints enough to balance on her elbows so she could look him in the eyes. When the first hands caressed her ass, she wasn’t surprised or shaken. She welcomed the touch of this stranger. She just kept her gaze on Ronan for her cues.
She felt the hands of the stranger run down her ass and over her pussy. He rubbed her clit, then slid his fingers inside her. She had to fight and block the messages in her brain that told her she shouldn’t be doing this and the conversation where her mother found out. She wanted this, and it was her body, her life, her choices.
Ronan caressed her cheek, and she looked into his gaze. He had so much confidence in her. It made her brave. She pushed back against the stranger’s hand and moaned when he pushed in another finger. She put her head down on the lounger and closed her eyes. A second set of hands began exploring her body, and she welcomed the sensations.
She moaned and shivered and started to lose herself to the moment.
“You please me, minx,” he whispered beside her ear before he bit her neck, making her cry out.
The men behind her were moving their hands along her body, pushing their fingers inside her. One began rimming her asshole and she stiffened slightly, but her curiosity and the warm place Ronan always sent her to when they were together were too much to fight, and she relaxed into the experience.
“You want them to fuck you, don’t you, minx?”
She nodded and moaned as a vibrator was pushed inside her cunt.
“You’re my little slut, minx, and I love it. You have no fucking idea how damned gorgeous you are to me right now. I wish you could see what I do. Tell me, minx, tell me you’re my slut.”
A secret thrill set off in her heart. She kept that desire locked in the deepest place of her, but she did want to be a slut, not for anyone, but for him. She craved it. The need to please him, to be bold and daring, to be his slut, it was a part of her she never thought would see the surface, but with those words, he released the desire into her soul, and she could only moan and writhe and fight against her binds because she wanted to touch him. She needed to thank him for all he was doing for her.
“Tell me,” he commanded her.
She looked up into his eyes, feeling a well of strength she never had before and seductively purred. “I’m your slut, Ronan. Only for you.”
He grabbed her by the hair and ravaged her mouth with a kiss that scorched her core just as a second vibrator was pushed slowly into her ass.
She gasped, pulling away from him and realized she was about to come.
“Ronan…” She looked at him, feeling overwhelmed and needing his command.
He grazed her jawline.
“Come for me.”
She was glad he allowed it because before his words were all the way spoken, she was falling off the edge. Her entire body tensed, and the men were still working the vibrators in her pussy and her ass, then a new sensation was added to the mix as someone’s bare hand came down hard on her ass cheek.
She screeched, before letting out the deepest moan as the pain of the slap reverberated through her body, turning her climax into something more powerful.
“God, please, again.” She begged the faceless hand to strike her one more time.
She wanted to figure out why it felt so damn good, but her brain cells were mostly shut down, and thinking was beyond her. She felt primal. Incapable of words, she felt like a body open for any and all new sensations. She wanted everything they could give her, and when the hand came down on her ass again, she rubbed her head against Ronan and purred.
“Thank you, Master.” She had never called him that before. He had never asked her to. The word, however, fell off her tongue like the most natural thing in the world, and saying it made her drunk.
Ronan fisted his hand in her hair and tugged, his mouth was on the curve of her neck in the next second, sucking, reminding her who she belonged to.
She felt the vibrators being removed and the weight on the lounger shift. Ronan came to his knees before her. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and forced her to look up at him. It was not the most comfortable balancing act with the way her hands were tied, but she accomplished it and stared into his eyes when she felt the fingers dig into her hips and the cock slide into her pussy.
He didn’t ask her verbally if she was okay, but she saw him watching her, openly guarded. Anything beyond that was lost to her. Whoever had just pushed into her was big, and she felt a momentary bout of pain as he imbedded himself in her.
She moaned as her body adjusted.
Ronan tipped up her chin as he undid his belt and exposed himself to her and the crowd who was gathering around them.
“Take me in your mouth, Destiny.” He pushed the tip of his cock against her lips.
She opened and allowed him to push inside her as deep as he could. Between the cock in her pussy and Ronan’s in her mouth, she nearly lost her mind.
It was too much.
She had a moment where she tried to pull away, but Ronan waited for her to adjust. He only held his cock in her mouth while she adapted to this new position and experience.
“Such a beautiful little slut. I can’t believe I found you.” Ronan’s husky growl pushed her fully back into that space of drifting, and she hungrily started sucking on his cock.
The man behind her punished her with his cock, shoving it inside her hard and fast, while Ronan allowed her to set the pace on his.
She was tied and helpless to fight them off. She had an audience. She was being fucked in two orifices at the same time, and God help her, it was the most perfect moment of her entire life. She was raw and exposed and vulnerable, yet utterly safe and possibly for the first time ever, every layer of façade was stripped away, and she was simply herself, bare and honest.
Ronan groaned.
It was hard to
keep a steady rhythm on his cock with the man behind her fucking her savagely, and soon Ronan took over, and she was being fucked by them both, and she dove into it like diving into a lusciously warm pool on a cool evening.
She felt another orgasm building, and she craved it. She wanted to come with both of them inside her. Her breathing shortened. Ronan’s cock pushed at the back of her throat, while the strangers banged against her G-spot again and again.
She came hard and lost her balance for a moment, but Ronan caught her.
Her vision went fuzzy around the edges. Her entire body was engaged in the crest. She shook and couldn’t stop. She heard a roar from behind her and knew he was coming, and though there would have been a latex barrier between them, there wasn’t between her and Ronan, and she wanted his cum in her mouth. She wanted to swallow him in front of all these people and make him so proud of her.
She began to suck him harder, and it didn’t take much encouragement before she felt the first of his cum slide down her throat. She swallowed him with desperation, wanting every single drop of his cum for herself, and when she finished and the cock was removed from her pussy. Ronan released her binds, and she fell against the lounger, breathless, shaking, and utterly sated.
Chapter Sixteen
Ronan wrapped the cloak around Destiny and scooped her into his arms. He moved quickly down the hallway to the room he had reserved to do aftercare with her. It was a dimly lit bedroom, and he placed her on the bed and instantly came beside her, pulling her into his arms. He ran his hand over her head and pressed a kiss to the top of it.
She had exceeded all his expectations. She had been the most amazing sub he’d ever seen. She took everything he threw at her with delight and longing and an open curiosity that pleased him to his soul.
He held her tight and stroked her head and kept her warm until her body stopped reacting to the stimuli and she stopped shaking.
“Destiny, are you with me?” He tipped her head back and looked into her eyes. They were slightly glazed, but she connected with him right away.
“Mmm-hmm.” She snuggled in closer to him.
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