He held out his hand and Jenn slid a flogger across his palm, this one longer than the one he’d used on her, the flanges knotted at the ends. Her breath caught, waiting as he raised it, dying for the kiss of leather. Instead, he stroked Craig’s back and buttocks over and over, softly at first, then popped the knotted tips against Craig’s flanks.
Craig groaned loudly and then his hands cupped her buttocks, digging fingers into her flesh. His tongue left her slit and slid into the crevice between her labia and thigh, robbing her of more intense and tempting pleasure.
She jutted her hips, demanding more, but then slender fingers traced the divide between her buttocks, smoothing a slick trail of gel. She tightened. Sunny shook her head, eyes widening with alarm.
Mondo glanced up from Craig, his gaze narrowing on her.
Sunny lifted her chin, accepting his challenge and breathing deeply through her nose to relax as the fingers toyed with her anus. Cool gel rubbed around and around the small hole and she jerked her hips as a fingertip intruded, but she otherwise didn’t react, holding Mondo’s gaze until he resumed the strokes he was giving Craig.
Again, she was assaulted with jealous anger, wanting those strokes on her own skin. Her areolas dimpled. Moisture trickled down. She gripped the chain above her manacles and held herself still as something else, cold and metallic and round, slipped inside her ass.
A loud hum sounded, and a vibration began deep inside her forbidden passage, causing ripples of pleasure to travel up and down her feminine channel. Tears pricked her eyes, because this was too much. Too intimate. Her sex swelled, her clit hardening, growing painfully engorged, but Craig paid no attention to it. His hot, quickening breaths gusted against her wet, open folds, providing no relief for her painful arousal.
Mondo swung his arm outward and snapped forward, laying a stripe on Craig’s back and shoulder.
Craig shuddered and sucked at her labia, pulling on her delicate inner folds, his tongue stroking the edges inside his mouth.
“Mondo, Sir,” she pleaded, a tear slipping down her cheek.
Mondo delivered another sharp lash to the man who was shouldering his way between her legs, burrowing against her but never touching the hardened knot. “What do you want, Sunny?”
She shook her head, her hair waving against her sweat-slickened back and sticking there. “I want to feel the bite of those lashes. I want it right between my legs. No more teasing.”
His arm dropped. “Craig, you’re done.”
Craig kissed her inner thigh and crawled away, his own frame shuddering as he walked on hands and knees toward Aiden. He bent at the other man’s feet, his hands braced apart, holding his weight as he ducked down to kiss Aiden’s toes.
Sunny’s attention was stolen again by the feel of a mouth pressing kisses on her bottom, of soft fingers slipping between her legs from behind to rim her feminine entrance. When a tongue traced her crack from behind and then licked her around her anus, and more fingers tugged on the wire connected to the vibrator tucked inside her, she knew her knees would have crumpled if the chains hadn’t held her upright.
She wanted to shout. To scream. Her body was tense and her clit ached. “Please, Sir.” The texture of her voice was ragged, broken apart by her harsh pants.
Mondo’s cock was stirring, rising again. He braced his legs apart and ran a hand up and down his shaft, watching her as she watched his deliberately taunting strokes. He wrapped the dark brown flanges around his cock, drawing them off slowly, his eyelids dipping. Then he lifted the flogger and ran the soft, supple leather over her shoulders, rubbed her breasts, teasing the tips. He rubbed lower, pushing the leather between her legs where her moisture soaked into the strands.
He held it against her, pressing upward, giving her pressure but not penetration. Fingers spread her rear hole. The tongue teasing her ass narrowed to a point and slipped inside to flutter there.
Sunny shook her head, her body beginning to tremble head to toe. She met his hard, challenging glare and slowly lowered her head, breaking with his gaze. “Please, Sir. Whatever gives you pleasure, I will accept,” she said softly, while inside she felt an easing, a surrender of her heart and pride. Her will was no longer hers. She wanted to belong to him. To serve him. To accept his care, because she knew surrender was the answer to this taut, yearning need. So much more than mere arousal, although that was curled so tightly in her belly her stomach hurt.
He reached out a hand and cupped her breast. Then he leaned down and kissed the tip, his mouth latching around it, tugging and biting.
Her body jerked. More moisture ran down one thigh.
Mondo gave her mouth another kiss. “You are so beautiful, Sunny,” he whispered. “Remember your word.”
And then he moved back and raised his arm. The first stroke of the flogger wasn’t a gentle brushing stroke—it stung her belly. She gasped, but it was followed by a moan, because the sting released a little of the tension coiled so tightly in her belly. More strokes followed, the little knots biting her skin and landing so quickly she couldn’t catch her breath.
Her skin was on fire, a heavy pulse settling between her legs as more fluid oozed from inside her. The wicked tongue probing her ass withdrew. The vibrations of the little egg still lodged inside her kicked up a notch. And then there were more strokes landing on her buttocks, and she was buffeted front and back with fiery stripes that bled away her mind.
Her thoughts splintered. Her body arched. She rose on her toes, shaking the chains, moans spilling from deep inside her as her skin heated and her sex swelled. A stinging lash stroked a nipple and she bit her lip to hold back a scream, because she didn’t want him to stop. “God, please, more, Sir…more…”
And then abruptly, the storm ended. She eased open her wet eyes, staring blindly at Mondo whose chest was slick with sweat and billowing from his deep, harsh breaths.
The restraints around her wrists fell away. Then those around her ankles. She’d have fallen but a strong arm wrapped around her, and she glanced up at Aiden who gave her a soft, approving smile. He kissed her cheek and handed her to Mondo.
He crushed her against his chest, his lips pressing kisses against her temple, her cheek, and then she was raised high, carried against his chest toward a deep mat. There he knelt, lowering her to the ground. He opened his arms, and she scrambled up, her arms latching around his shoulders, her weakened legs locking around the crests of his hips.
His cock was centered, the head nestling between her folds, and he slowly lowered her, sinking her cunt down his thick, hard cock. When he was fully embedded and they rested against each other groin to groin, she laid her forehead against his shoulder and sobbed.
“Too much?” he whispered, sweeping back her hair and pulling to raise her face.
She gave a quick nod. “I’m shaking.”
“I feel that,” he said, his expression tense, his dark eyes studying her. “But was it too much?”
Sunny shook her head and swallowed hard. She cast a glance around the room. His friends were standing around them, women wrapped in comforting embraces. Everyone sharing soft smiles, much like the one Aiden had given her. Again, tears leaked from her eyes, trailing down her cheek. “Thank you,” she said to the group.
A sigh lowered Mondo’s chest. “I love you. I can tell you now, I’ve never been so moved watching a woman come apart.”
Sunny sniffed and blew out a deep breath. “I didn’t disappoint you?”
His smile stretched slowly, lending his dark, exotic features a boyish quality she’d never seen before. “Dios, no. You were perfect.”
She wiped away her tears with the back of one hand. “I didn’t want to cry. I was afraid you’d stop.” A shiver shook her, and her pussy clenched around him. “Mondo. Sir?”
“Yes, little one?”
“Please. Please, take me now.”
To her enormous
relief, his arms encircled her, bringing her closer to his chest. Once her breasts were mashed against his, his hands fell to her bottom. Pressure, from his cock and the vibrator, gave her a delicious sense of fullness. He gripped her firmly and began to move her, lifting her and then pushing her down, moving her up and down his cock. She was glad for his strength, because she had none left. The slow, steady rise and fall soothed and excited.
She didn’t care that they had an audience while he fucked her. Somehow, the intimacy of their actions was enhanced, made even more beautiful by the fact they were sharing this with their friends. “I like this,” she said, aiming a shy glance around the group.
“Blame Marti. She started it all. Her and her naughty list.”
Marti fluttered her fingers in a little wave, one corner of her mouth curving upward. “I never expected the guys to be so completely into this. They’re very dedicated.”
Jackson pulled Marti into his side. “Our pleasure lies in bringing you pleasure,” he said, his gaze moving from Marti’s widening grin to Sunny.
“Then I think we’re all very lucky,” Sunny said, and gasped because Mondo must have tired of the conversation. He dug his fingers deep into her fleshy bottom and quickened the pace.
Soon, she could barely breathe much less form a thought. Something she knew was likely to happen a lot. Gripping his shoulders, she felt her strength renew and used her knees, tucked in beside his bent legs, to aid his up-and-down motions.
Mondo traced a hot welt on her bottom and then pressed into it. The twinge of pain gave her a burst of pure pleasure and she bounced faster on his cock.
“You like that?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she said, concentrating now on the pain and finding it did indeed enhance her arousal. Then the vibrator still lodged inside her ass quickened.
Her mouth dropped open and she tilted her head back. “Oh God,” she groaned. “Can’t wait.”
“Then don’t, my love. Fly, baby, fly.”
And she did, soaring over the edge on a wave of pure, red-hot pleasure, her scream nearly strangling her.
Sunny gripped his shoulders, pulled his hair. She bounced and shoved downward, deepening the penetration, fucking him now, long and hard, her hair whipping around her. And at last, she let go, flying free with just his arms, his kisses, his wonderfully deep churning upward strokes lifting her higher and higher.
When she came down, he hugged her tightly against his chest. Her breaths rasped. She snuggled closer, drying her cheeks against his shoulder. “I’ve never…” Her voice trailed off because she didn’t know how to describe what had just happened. She’d orgasmed, yes, but the pleasure had been so much more than that.
She felt complete. Welcomed home. Warm, inside and out. Cherished. “I love you,” she murmured, and raised her head to press a kiss against his waiting mouth.
The kiss was sweet. Tasted of salt—of sweat and her tears. “I’m a damn leaky faucet,” she said, blinking her eyes to read his expression.
His face mirrored her contentment. And yet he was still rock hard, still lodged so deep she felt the strong pulse of his cock. And she knew there was so much more he would share with her. A whole new world of love and pleasure. Theirs to explore.
Around them, their friends had begun their own loving explorations. A strangely natural and beautiful event. A marriage of friendship. A consummation of vows they’d all entered.
Mondo rubbed his thumb on her bottom lip. “I like this neighborhood.”
She grinned. “Think you’ll be spending a lot of time here?”
His smile was warm and held a touch of arrogance. A one-sided grin full of male superiority—something she’d allow without challenging because he’d earned it.
She wondered how long it would be until he moved in with her, because she couldn’t imagine not spending every moment of their free time just like this. Immersed in each other, sharing the splendor of their loving with their expanding circle of friends.
“I’m so lucky,” she said. “I was alone and lonely. I didn’t know how much until I met you.”
Mondo sighed. “I’m the lucky one. If not for my stubborn friends, I would never have found you.”
They snuggled closer, the sounds of energetic couplings happening all around them. An orgy of laughter and delighted moans rising. They weren’t alone in their happiness. And she couldn’t imagine a future that didn’t include them all. Slowly, she pressed on his shoulders, lifting off his body to stand on slightly rubbery legs. Her glance went down to his lap and his engorged cock. “Teach me how to please you, Sir.”
Chapter Nine
Mondo stood back, admiring his handiwork. Sunny was on her knees on a padded mat, her bottom lifted, her knees forced open wide by the spreader bar Craig had placed between her thighs. Her cheek was pressed against the mat, her hands restrained behind her back with padded cuffs.
She showed no signs of discomfort despite the lovely, pink stripes he’d just raised on her pretty bottom. Tonight, she’d braved the crowd, allowing him to lead her to this stage in La Forge, ready to show the world she was his. The collar she wore now was white gold with a heart-shaped clasp—a loving symbol of his ownership she’d never remove.
He’d led her proudly nude from his playroom, straight to the stage, a public proclamation that his days of taking subs for training were at an end. His services were confined now to her and their friends. Their family. And he was happy for the change, at peace with his mind and heart. In love with a sexy waif who, with her green beguiling eyes and soft heart, was now the center of his world.
A crop of new hopefuls had been paraded into the salon earlier, but he hadn’t been interested. He’d leave it to Ravi to make assignments. In addition, the club was abuzz with the guests Aiden had brought in—friends of his from the firehouse, curious about Aiden and Billy’s lifestyle choice, no doubt. But again, Mondo’s attention couldn’t be budged from the sole object of his desire.
Soft laughter sounded from one side of the stage where Craig and Jenn stood watching. No doubt snickering over his lack of control. His cock was hard, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Not that he minded. His ability to control his emotions and his arousal had been permanently compromised by the small woman smiling contentedly on the mat.
It was time anyway to tend to her needs. Her pussy glistened with her sweet, slick heat, the tender flesh rosy and plump from arousal. The black plug he’d inserted filled her rear hole. Over the past month, she’d slowly graduated to larger and larger plugs. She didn’t know it, but he had plans for the tight little ring. Mondo didn’t think she’d mind, even though she was still shy about so many things, especially when they played in public. Sunny had learned he was generous with the pleasures he gave her whenever she surrendered her modesty.
There were still small things they were working on relationship-wise, but he was willing to take baby steps. The one bit of progress she’d been only too eager to agree on had been his moving into her house. That had happened a week ago. Since then, they’d made a point of christening every room in the house with their lust.
Mondo strode closer, cupped one cheek and tugged at the end of the butt plug.
Air hissed between her teeth. “Freaking oranges,” she muttered.
Until he heard apple he wasn’t stopping, and he knew she was only showing a tiny rebellion. One she was due, he supposed, since she knew he was about to play someplace she preferred he play when they were alone.
He gave a nod to Craig, searched the crowd for Pansy and Marti and waited as they all made their way to the stage. He tossed a condom at Craig, which he caught, his eyes lighting up because Mondo knew he hadn’t been sure Mondo would give him the privilege. But it was time to share his treasure a little more freely with his best friends. He’d selfishly restricted her play since the night of her initiation.
Craig clenched the condom in his fist an
d ducked his head, signaling his readiness to serve in a submissive role.
“Remove the spreader bar.”
The crowd was silent. Soft techno played, but not so loudly in this corner he couldn’t hear the hitch in his sweet sub’s breath.
Craig removed the bar, patting her bottom in reassurance before arching a brow Mondo’s way. Mondo jerked his chin toward the narrow padded platform. “Hang your knees over the edge.”
When Craig was seated, his knees dangling, Mondo moved in, pushing him to his back with a gentle shove and then clamping manacles around his wrists so that his arms were stretching downward over the sides of the platform.
Jenn came close to Mondo’s side.
“Remove his codpiece. Make sure he’s fully erect and then cloak him.”
“Yes, Master Mondo,” she said, sashaying slowly toward Craig, who watched her approach with gleaming eyes.
Jenn gripped the straps around Craig’s hips and slowly peeled down the soft leather codpiece. His cock sprung free, angled toward his belly. Despite the fact he was very aroused, Jenn made a show of going down on him, sucking him deep into her mouth and pulling upward several times before leaning away and slowly rolling the condom down his turgid length.
Mondo walked around Craig, shoving his legs wide and then bending to restrain his ankles. He checked the tightness of the manacles on Craig’s wrists and then gave Jenn a smile. “Let him pleasure you with his mouth.” He held her hand while she climbed the padded steps and then slowly squatted over Craig’s face, her knees parting wide and lowering to the first shallow steps beside his head and shoulders. She bent forward, her eyelids blinking as Craig latched onto her sex and began making wet, humming sounds between her thighs.
At last, Mondo strode toward Sunny and pulled her upright on her knees, keeping her turned toward the platform so she could see Jenn and Craig begin the play. Craig’s cock was giving a subtle up-and-down pump to the beat of his heart and was outlined by the light gleaming on its upper surface and the dark shadow behind it.
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