Caught on Camera: Part Four

by Lily Harlem

  He touched Reece’s balls.

  Reece curled his toes and pulled on his wrist harnesses. The cum inside him was eager to get out. His cock was desperate for attention.

  “Shh…” Cade said, pulling Reece’s left arse cheek aside. “Take this now.”

  Slippery lube, cold and soothing, rubbed over Reece’s anus.

  He let his chin fall to his chest. He knew what was coming. He just hoped he could take it.

  The tip of the butt plug pushed through his sphincter. Smooth and a little chilly, it stretched him wider and wider as Cade inserted it.

  As his hole accommodated the thicker part of the plug, Reece groaned. The sound quivered around the ball, his teeth and his tongue and up to the joints in his temple.

  Damn, it felt good to be full back there and Cade was easing it in at the perfect speed.

  Suddenly it popped in completely. Reece was aware of the T-bar pressing on his cheeks and stopping the plug from getting lost inside him.

  “How’s that?” Cade asked, pressing his chest to Reece’s back and whispering in his ear.

  Reece nodded.

  “Let’s see if you like this?”

  Reece was aware of Cade stepping away. He knew what was coming.

  More of the flogger.

  It snapped down on his arse, both cheeks.

  He clenched, and as he did so, a deep throbbing sensation raged through his rectum and into his belly. He jerked upwards, pushed back. The feeling followed.

  The butt plug was vibrating.

  “Shh, there you go. I’ve got you.”

  Cade was in front of him, cupping his cheeks.

  Reece didn’t open his eyes but he could feel Cade’s breath on his face as he’d spoken.

  “Mmm…” he groaned against the ball.

  It was a sensation he’d never felt before. Fuck. It was incredible. Instant orgasm.

  Cade gripped Reece’s cock—a firm, still hold that beat down a wave of arousal that threatened to topple him over the edge.

  “Not yet, sub,” Cade said. “I’ll tell you when.”

  Reece tried to keep still but he was tugging with his wrists and his feet. Fighting against the cross.

  “Keep still,” Cade said, stroking his cheek and still gripping his cock. “Let me hold you. I know what’s best for you. Push everything out of your mind. There is only this moment and it seals the past and molds the future.”

  A future with Cade, was what Reece wanted to shout. He couldn’t imagine not having him there. It was a crazy flush of love but that was what it was, love. He was sure.

  Reece managed to calm his breathing and his twitching movements. He was coping with the vibrations. Not to say he didn’t still want to come, he did.

  “That’s it,” Cade said, “just breathe. Just breathe through this next whip of pain.”

  Reece groaned. The whip. Fuck, he couldn’t even imagine what that would feel like.

  Cade released him and again Reece let his head fall forward. He was on fire, hung up, strewn out, bared for all to see. He had nowhere to hide. It was as if every shred of his soul was spread out for the room to witness.

  “Brace,” Cade said.

  Reece heard the snap of the whip.

  A practice lash.

  Silence descended. It was as if everyone had collectively held their breath.

  Then the real hit came. A streak of electric-hot pain seared over his right buttock.

  Reece yelled around the gag, his tongue bashing into the ball. Shit, that had really fucking hurt.

  Before he’d finished thrashing against his binds another hit came. It speared across the first slash, creating an agonizing cross right over his arse.

  His cock heaved. His belly clenched. A wild ringing in his ears blocked out all thought and he felt like he was lifting off the floor, getting higher and higher. Looking down on himself, suspended, hovering on climax, surrendered to not just Cade, but everyone. Everyone here, everyone he’d ever known, everyone he’d ever meet in the future.

  Suddenly the vibrating stopped.

  Cade removed the plug with a slippery tug.

  Almost immediately Reece felt the hot tip of Cade’s cock pushing into him.

  He could have wept with relief. It was Cade he needed right now. Nothing else would do.

  Cade didn’t go on an easy, stretching ride but a fast, frantic drive to full depth.

  Reece held his breath, accepted Cade completely and allowed the first pulse of his orgasm to spurt out of his cock.

  “Fuck yeah, come, sub,” Cade gasped by his ear. “Come and let everyone see that I own you. That you’re mine. That you’ll only ever be mine.”

  “Urgh…” Reece managed, coming, over and over, just coming—flinching his muscles and straining against the cross. Pleasure pounded through his body, ravaging his nerves.

  Cade was burying deep with each thrust and also yanking on Reece’s cock. Their balls bashed together and Cade’s fist whacked against Reece’s belly with each jerk on his erection.

  Bright lights flashed in Reece’s vision and spiraled him inwards, into his own mind where there was only Cade—Cade fucking him, holding him, possessing him. The pleasure was intense, more than fire, more than death.

  Reece became aware of Cade climaxing as his last spurt of bliss splattered onto the dungeon floor.

  “Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah,” Cade gasped. “Open your eyes. Look at all these people seeing you belong to me.”

  Reece did as instructed.

  A sea of faces, including Stella and Mindie, stared back at him. Their features were fudged because his vision was blurry, but he could sense a wave of arousal coming off them, off everyone—some were kissing, fondling, to his right two men were also getting frisky. Their show had gotten them all hot for it—hot and wet and looking for action.

  “Ah, there, it is,” Cade said, stilling. “Fuck yeah. Damn it. I love you, sub. I really fucking love you.”

  What?

  Also available from Totally Bound Publishing:

  Escape to the Country

  Lily Harlem

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  With Jackie O sunglasses perched on the bridge of my nose and a Burberry scarf around my auburn curls, I chucked my suitcase on the back seat of the car and leapt in.

  “All set?” Tim asked, cracking a grin my way.

  “Absolutely.” I rubbed my hands together in excitement and did a little bounce on the seat. “Can’t wait.”

  He revved the engine twice, hard, and the wheels spun off the gravel driveway, catapulting stones at the grimy brick wall of our London flat. We bumped onto the road and our soft-top Mercedes roared up the gears, showing approval at being taken for a decent ride, and Tim, well, Tim looked more than ready to catch some serious speed after being cooped up in his high-rise office all week. This trip away was all he’d talked about since it had been arranged.

  “You’ll love Matt and Jane, I just know you will,” he shouted over the rush of wind when we hit the M40. “We had such a blast together at Uni. They were always up to something, always the ones with the crazy ideas.”

  I smiled and looked out at the first fields I’d seen in months. He’d told me all this before. “It was kind of them to invite us,” I replied. “It’s just what we need, long walks in the Cotswolds and lazy pub lunches.”

  Tim smiled in that crooked way I loved and reached for my hand. He pulled it to his mouth and his dark stubble scratched my palm as he kissed me. “Lots of long lazy everything,” he said with a naughty boy wink. “And maybe a few quickies too.”

  I felt a twist of optimism in my heart. We could do with some free time to re-connect physically. My shift work and his stress levels had left action in the bedroom infrequent and, when it did happen, unsatisfying—for me at least. An escape to the country would do us good, force us into concentrating on what we could give one another instead of just careering along in the rat race, paddling like mad for the next promotion and pay cheque
.

  * * * *

  Two hours later, at the end of a pot-holed lane, we found ‘Buttercup Cottage’ buried beside a small copse. It had a dense, dusty thatch which lifted like drooping eyebrows over four open upstairs windows and a matching thatched porch which sheltered a red stable door. Bay windows on either side showcased enormous bunches of wild flowers on the inside and, on the outside, held wonky window boxes which tickled the ground with ivy and hit halfway up the panes with overgrown geraniums.

  “It’s beautiful,” I said, instantly captured in a bubble of excitement. “It’s like something from a movie set, or a postcard, or…or a dream.”

  Tim shoved at the rickety wooden gate and I rolled my cerise suitcase onto the cobbled pathway. “Yeah, Matt fell right on his feet with this place when property prices slumped a few years ago.”

  I murmured an agreement and pulled in a deep breath; it was like being at a Harrods perfume counter, only so much better. The heat from the midday sun had warmed all the floral scents and they slipped up my nose and over my tongue like syrup. Jasmine, lavender, rosehip, lilac—it was a cacophony of delight for my smog-ridden senses.

  I was just about to comment on this delight when the front door burst in on itself. Out of the shadows stepped a tall, tanned guy, early thirties, dressed in a pair of aquamarine swim shorts and leather flip flops. He had wide, defined shoulders, a mop of dark blond hair, which looked damp, and the smoothest, broadest chest I’d ever seen, so perfectly silky it must have been freshly shaved and expensively moisturised.

  “Matt,” Tim called as he dodged round me.

  Matt’s face crinkled into a grin. He took two ground-eating paces up the path, flung his arms around Tim’s shoulders and slapped him heartily on the back. “How you doing, old mate?”

  “Great to see you,” Tim said, giving his friend an equally forceful slap. “Thanks so much for inviting us.”

  “No, no, thank you for coming. We get so bored here on our own weekend after weekend. It’ll be great to have some new blood in the place.” Matt snapped back from Tim and turned his attention to me. “And this must be the delectable Annie.” He stepped up and cupped my face in his big hands, his voice dropped low. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

  “Hi,” I said, looking into eyes so blue they could have been chipped from an ancient glacier. “Nice to meet you, Matt.” I swallowed.

  “The pleasure is all mine.” He bent his head and kissed me full on the mouth. Not a quick peck and not a deep, tongued affair. But a heavy, passion-infused kiss that covered my lips and continued for several long seconds.

  I stood there dumb, in shock, arms hanging at my sides. Matt had so over stepped the mark of a polite greeting. Was I complaining? Hell no, the guy was cute, and like his garden, he smelt divine, sun cream mixed with a tangy fresh male scent. But as he pulled away, it flashed through my mind that my longed-for weekend away could have already finished. If Tim took offence to Matt’s overfriendly greeting, I would be scrambled back into the car and sped up the motorway before I’d seen a single buttercup.

  I glanced nervously at Tim. But he just grinned and pushed a hand through his dark curls. He could occasionally get jealous. In the year we’d been together, there’d been several instances when other men had chatted to me in bars and clubs and he’d warned them off with threats of violence, so this reaction knocked me off kilter. He seemed to almost approve of his old friend cradling my head in his hands, kissing me and gazing into my eyes.

  I looked back up at Matt’s handsome face. He licked his lips, seemingly savouring the fruity flavour of my lip gloss. “Mmm,” he said. “Delicious, Jane is going to love you.”

  The men ducked under the door beams into the cutesy cottage kitchen. I didn’t have to duck--five-foot-two meant you didn’t have to avoid hitting your head very often.

  “Here you go, Annie.” Matt thrust a large glass of white wine into my hand. “I heard wine is your poison.”

  “Thanks,” I said as I looked around. Ornate jugs and bunches of dried herbs hung from nails. Chintzy plates circled the room on a thin picture rail. Surfaces were crammed with bowls of citrus fruit, apples and enormous loaves of floury white bread. A basket of earthy, skinny carrots and a punnet of fat strawberries sat at the enamel drainer. A big lead-paned window looked out over a patio, an azure swimming pool and a field dotted with grazing Jersey cows.

  “Wow,” said Tim, walking to the window and popping a beer. “This is fab, Matt.”

  “Yeah, kinda cool, isn’t it?” Matt grabbed a pair of shades from the counter and slipped them on. “I have to pinch myself sometimes to make sure it’s all mine.” He laughed. “Come out and meet Jane. She’s lounging with a Martini, as usual.” He rolled his eyes good-humouredly and headed through a utility room.

  Tim leaned in towards me. “You alright?” he asked quietly, his coal black eyes searching mine.

  “Yeah, great, it’s beautiful.”

  He smiled and gestured for me to follow Matt. “I’m just gonna find the bathroom. Be there in a sec.”

  Stepping back into the harsh light of the day, I squinted uncomfortably. The sun reflecting off the kidney-shaped pool was like a torch beam shining in my eyes.

  “Annie.” Matt’s voice boomed from a under a red parasol attached to the side of the cottage. “Over here.”

  I peered into the glowing red shadows. Rising from a luxurious wooden lounger was a tall, impossibly elegant woman with sinewy, ballerina limbs. She had an enviable fluidness to her movements as she slipped into flat sandals and glided towards me.

  As she stepped into the sunlight, her hair remained as scarlet as it had under the parasol. Her poker straight bob was a dynamic, boldly artificial colour chopped a fraction above her shoulders. She wore nothing but a tiny pair of bright yellow bikini bottoms with big looping bows at her hips. I noticed her thighs didn’t touch at all, not even at the top. There was just a neat straight line separating her legs that suggested only a hint of the intimate flesh beneath.

  “So glad you could come, Annie.” Her voice was like milk and honey, rounded and plumy. “I’ve been looking forward to your visit all week.” She stopped right in front of me.

  I smiled. “Thanks for inviting us.” I tried not to stare at her bare breasts, but since they were only a foot from my face and just below my eye level, it was hard not to. They were, like the rest of her, utterly perfect. Unlike mine which were on the large side with darkly tinged nipples, hers were small and pert. There was a solid weight to the under curve but it didn’t drag them down; just made them the perfect size for a palm to cup. Her nipples were the most delicate shade of petal pink I’d ever seen. It was hard to tell where her pale flesh ended and the areola began. They were erect too, hard little points looking up to the sky.

  My mouth went dry. Aware I was studying her a little too closely, I fumbled for words. “Tim, has er…just nipped to the bathroom.”

  She rolled her dove grey eyes. “He always did have a weak bladder.” She laughed then, a delicate tinkle. It was quite contagious and I smiled with her.

  “Isn’t she gorgeous?” Matt said, walking up behind Jane and resting his hand on her waist.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes.”

  Jane and I had answered his question in unison and he tipped his head back and let out a deep rumble of a laugh. “Excellent,” he said. “Couldn’t be better, excellent stuff.”

  I shifted my feet and took a sip of wine. Felt an irritating heat rise on my cheeks.

  “Oh, so sweet,” Jane said, her neat angular features softening in amusement. “She’s blushing.” She tipped her neck down and grazed her lips across first my left then my right cheek. “So sweet,” she murmured. “So, so sweet.”

  My heart beat against my chest like a captive butterfly. I’d never been attracted to a woman before, never been hit by someone’s sexuality the way Jane was hitting me with hers. There was nothing subtle about it, but at the same time, it wasn’t demanding. It just was
. It was there.

  “Tim.” Jane suddenly sidestepped round me, halting my examination of the tiny galaxy of freckles sprinkled on the bridge of her nose. “Tim, darling, so great to see you. You look fabulous…as always.”

  I turned to see Tim strolling across the patio minus his t-shirt. Dark coils of chest hair tapered into a neat line which disappeared under the low waistband of his jeans. His torso was wasted in the stock exchange—he should have been earning his millions modelling for Armani. “Jane.” He grinned, holding out his arms. “It’s been too long.”

  They came together in a tight, genuine embrace. Tim went so far as to lift her off the ground in a sweeping three-sixty swing. She squealed daintily and squeezed her arms tighter around his neck. He set her down, and they beamed as they kissed one another’s cheeks and exclaimed how amazingly well the other looked.

  They kept their chests pressed together as they conducted this ritual. I was fascinated. Rather than feeling insanely jealous that my man had a beautiful, practically naked woman attached to him, I felt excited. I felt curious. I wanted to know what it was like to have Jane’s alabaster breasts pressed against my bare skin. I already knew what it was like to be pressed against Tim—I’d done that a million times, I loved it—but what I wanted to know was did her peaked little nipples press hard like pencil points or did they soften and flatten like disks?

  I watched Tim run his hands down her long, graceful back. His fingers dipped into the arch of her spine and rested a whisker above her miniscule behind. I took another slug of wine. Her skin was sheet white, not a blue vein or red blemish in sight. It was flawless, like porcelain. I wanted to touch it.

  Finally, they released one another.

  “I’ve invited Teresa and Carl over tonight,” Jane threw in Matt’s direction.

  Matt raised his left brow and a ghost of a smile travelled over his lips. “Good.”

  “They’re our friends from the village,” Jane went on. “Carl did some electrical work for us last year.”