by L. A. Boruff
“Absolutely.”
8
It’s rare that Declan and I will ever enter the playroom together. Usually if we’re going to play we have a specified time that I’ll be waiting for him, groomed and in the proper position. On my knees against the cold tile floor, legs spread, spine straight and hands behind my back, waiting for his command. I know tonight is going to be a bit different, just judging by how it’s starting, but I feel a thrill of excitement as we approach the door.
Declan grabs my hand as he leads me into the room. He walks me over to the leather padded bench, before patting it for me to jump on. He moves to the far wall near the armoire where he takes off his vest and shirt, before hanging them on the installed hooks next to my robe. He’s left standing in a black pair of pants that hug his ass perfectly and I can’t help but appreciate the view. I’m still on edge even from our intense encounter on the stairs.
He pulls open a few different drawers, grabbing various things and placing them on a tray before he makes his way back to me, setting the tray on the freestanding table next to the bench. I look over and see two pillar candles, orange and green, a lighter, my cuffs, two coils of rope, a ribbed dildo and a flogger. Declan catches my curiosity and turns my gaze from the tray back to him with two fingers on my jaw.
“I believe you still have quite a few things to show me Katelyn. I already rewarded you for my gift,” his hands travel over his colors across my hips before coming up to unbutton Rhett’s shirt. He takes his time, methodically opening each button and caressing the skin beneath until he unties the knot at my waist. He pushes the shirt off my shoulders and places it behind him before turning back to me.
My pasties have thankfully managed to stay on all day, no doubt that Declan found high quality ones. The sequins catch the light casting shimmery green reflections around the room. I expect Declan to touch them, to take them off right then and there, but he places a hand on my chest and gently pushes me back until I’m laying flat on the bench. A second later his fingers dip into my skirt dragging it down. I lift my hips to help and find myself completely exposed on the cool leather bench except for the pasties, while Declan is still clothed and is taking his time ghosting his fingers down the length of my body before coming to stand near my head. It’s simple acts of dominance like this that I’ve come to enjoy in our sessions together.
“Are you ready Katelyn?” He strokes the side of my head, looking deep into my eyes. I may not know exactly what he has planned but I trust him completely, which is the most important part.
“Yes, sir. I’ll use my safe words if need be.” Knowing he wants a verbal answer and for me to have in the forefront of my mind that despite the situation, I’m in control.
He grabs my cuffs from the tray and moves above me, looping them through the bar before bringing them to my wrists. He takes his time adjusting the buckles, making sure they have enough give for circulation, but not enough to where I could slip out of them. My cuffs are one of the things that I got to help Declan pick out. I may be slightly in love with the supple leather and how soft they are against my wrists.
Once my wrists are secure, Declan grabs the rope and moves to the other end of the bench at my feet. Ever since Rhett found his love for shibari, both him and Declan have been trying to incorporate it more, which I certainly don’t mind. There’s something to be said for the delicate and sensitive patterns it leaves on your skin after a session.
He places his hands on my knees and shoves them open wide until my calves are hanging off the bench. He finds the bight and bends to the floor, disappearing from view. A second later I feel him start to meticulously wrap the lengths over my calf and ankle before securing it to the leg of the bench. I can tell that he’s crossed the ropes multiple times, winding them in and out, no doubt strategically placing them to render me immobile. He gives my foot a small kiss before he moves and repeats the motions on the other leg. I stretch a little to test the restraints and besides a slight wiggle in my torso, I’m not going anywhere.
Declan stands up and trails his fingers along the length of my body, making goosebumps rise to my flesh at his soft touch contrasting with the intense look in his eyes.
“It would seem, that you’ve been a bad girl today, Katelyn,” Declan remarks. I don’t answer, I’ve learned better than that. “First you show up looking like some schoolgirl wet dream, then you let yourself get finger fucked on a public float. Not to mention whatever it was that you and Rhett snuck off to do. And then,” he dips his fingers in between my legs spreading our mixed cum into my skin. “You made a mess. Tell me Katelyn, do you often find yourself wearing skirts with no underwear? Do you like knowing that all someone would have to do to take you is to flip up your skirt and have their way with you? Just like I did on the stairs.”
His fingers are still playing lightly at my sensitive lips, teasing and shallowly circling but never fully giving in. He pulls away and I whimper at the loss, turning my head to watch him walk over to the tray. I’m excited to see the candles, Declan and I had talked about them during one of our indepth conversations and I had marked it down as something I wanted to try.
“Let’s see if you can remember yourself tonight, Katelyn. Everytime you move you will earn yourself one lick of the flogger, which I will deliver before the night is out.” He bends down and grasps my neck lightly before giving me a demanding kiss. He breaks the kiss roughly and hovers his lips near my ear, his warm breath caressing my skin. “And Katelyn, don’t you dare come before I give you permission, because that will earn you five.”
He abruptly pulls away from me and moves to the tray. I see him grab the green candle and the lighter before turning back to me. He looks me over one last time, meeting my eyes, before sparking the lighter and lighting the green pillar candle. I watch the wick catch flame, the white wick darkening to black. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself for the heat about to come.
The first drop of wax drops directly between my breasts on my sternum. Despite readying myself, I jump as the drop splashes against me. A lick of heat flashes on my skin before it settles into a warm spot, lightly throbbing from the initial sting.
“That’s one for you naughty girl.” He says before the next drop hips my skin. I bite my lip to keep from jumping at the sharp sensation again.
The drops start off agonizingly slow. It’s hard to tell when they’re going to drop. Declan moves the candle up and down my body, painting me in emerald green drops against my pale skin. The drops start coming faster as I see Declan tilt the candle slightly, angling the flame along the pillar. I earn two more licks from the flogger, one when the wax hits the sensitive skin of my forearms, and the other when a puddle of wax runs along the underside of my breast.
All my senses are on high alert with the repeated onslaught of the wax. I’m given a moment of reprieve when the first candle burns down low and Declan puts it out. He looks at me, the slight sheen on my skin and the quick rise and fall of my chest, and grins.
“Oh pet, that was just the warm up.” He reaches back for the glass ribbed dildo.
He slips the cool glass through my lips, sliding it easily through them since I’m still messy from our earlier encounter. He starts moving it back and forth through my lips again and again, hitting my clit each pass.
I’m so fucking on edge that when he speeds up the movements I start trying to shift my hips to get him where I want him the most.
Smack!
“You just earned yourself another, pet. You’ll take what I give you and follow the rules. I can’t wait to punish that sweet ass of yours.”
With no preamble he slips the toy in me to the hilt, the grooves hitting all the right spots. A cry leaves my lips and I close my eyes. He’s relentless, fucking me so hard and fast that my legs start to shake involuntarily under the strain (a difference he no doubt noticed).
“Sir, please. I can’t-”
“You can and you will, pet. You’ll take it until I tell you to.”
He continues to fuck me with one hand while the other reaches up to cup one of my breasts, kneading it hard.
“Now.” Rip!
He pulls the pastie from my breast and I shatter, tears leaking out of my eyes at the sharp pain that contrasts with the immense pleasure I’m feeling.
He continues fucking me through my orgasm, moving to grab the other breast. He tilts the toy slightly angling it to hit me in just the right spot and I start gasping again. Rip!
“Fuck!” I scream as I come again. The force almost pushing the toy out completely.
“You like me fucking your cunt hard like the little whore you are don’t you, Katelyn?”
I’m still a gasping mess from the double orgasm I just had, lost in a haze.
“Answer me! Whose pussy is this?” He delivers a sharp slap to my inner thigh.
“Yours, it’s yours sir.”
“And who controls your orgasms?” He abruptly stops his movements, leaving the toy still inside me while grabbing and lighting the orange candle.
“You do, sir,” I croak out, exhausted.
Declan sets the lit candle on the edge of the tray and quickly goes to grab a bottle of water from the armoire. He moves over to me, placing one hand behind my head and giving me a small sip.
He looks in my eyes and across my body, conducting an inventory of all my reactions in a glance. He meets my gaze once more before giving me a nod and going back to grab the candle, trusting me to use my safe word if need be.
He knows my body well enough to know that I needed a break, always pushing me farther without going too far at once. I feel him pull the toy from my pussy, and come to stand near my head, raising his hand with the candle so I can prepare for what’s next.
He starts on the swell of my breast, the candle already dripping faster since it’s been burning for a minute. The drops move to my nipple and I jump as the wax runs down the sides of my breast, my newly exposed nipples extra sensitive to the air and the heat.
“Tsk tsk. You’re up to nine now, pet.”
“Nine?! What? That should have been four!” He smacks my inner thigh hard no doubt leaving a handprint and I hiss through my teeth.
“That’s ten, for speaking out of turn and not addressing me properly. You came without permission when I removed the second pastie Katelyn. Don’t disappoint me again.”
A small wave of shame flows over me at breaking such an elementary command. I can do this. I want to do this. I take a deep breath, tabling my pride and lick my lips in an effort to relieve the dryness.
“Yes, sir. I won’t let us down again.” The wax is still dripping across my body and I settle deep into the sensation, relaxing further into the bench.
“Very good, pet. I do adore when you listen. Let’s see how this wax feels on your slippery cunt. I do enjoy a good target for my flogger.”
As the wax droplets start to move from my breasts down to my stomach, I’ve never been more glad to be waxed. The pathway helps me anticipate the first drop to my mound, hot and searing against my flesh.
Declan works the candle around, painting my outer lips and thighs before turning back to move up. I grab the connectors to my cuffs and hold on tight, determined not to move.
“Good girl,” Declan praises. The wax stops, cooling and setting on my skin as I hear Declan setting something on the tray.
I hear his steps echo on the tile floor and startle when I feel him clasp my calf. He makes a soothing sound as he unweaves the ropes from my legs. My skin prickles with the new freedom. His strong hands rub my calf working through the sensation before moving onto my other leg.
Once he’s done he unloops my cuffs from the bar, still leaving my wrists bound, without being anchored down. He helps me sit up, knees still spread and hanging over the bench.
“It’s time for your punishment pet. You’ll get ten licks in which you will thank me after each one.” He picks up the flogger, turning it in his palm before giving it a few quick swishes in the air.
“Hands behind your head.” I snap into this modified position, my spine lengthening with the ingrained movement.
The first blow lands on my nipple breaking through the hardened wax. The sting feels different with the wax covering it, almost muffled. But when the wax falls away, the skin is exposed to the onslaught of the air, giving it a dual sensation. I hiss slightly and give Declan an uneasy thank you.
“Yes my pet. You’ve got some beautiful red marks under all that wax. You look like a bonnie lass decked out in my colors.”
The next four strikes continue to rain down across my breasts, removing the orange and green wax decorating them. The six strike lands on my mound and I drop from position, moving my cuffed hands to cup my pussy.
“You’ve got exactly three seconds to get back in position pet or we’re going to start from the beginning.”
Knowing that nothing with Declan is an idle threat, I raise my arms back behind my head and close by eyes.
Thwack!
“Thank you, sir”
Thwack. Thwack.
“Thank you-” I hiccup on a sob starting to form in my chest, “-sir.”
The last blow lands with a resounding sound, my pussy now throbbing and exposed. The tears steak down my face, and I feel as raw as my skin. Declan pulls my hips to the end of the bench and gathers me into his arms as I slightly shake.
“You’re safe, I’ve got you Katelyn. You did an amazing job. I’m so very thankful for your submission and the gift you gave me tonight. You were magnificent, love.”
I feel a rush of pride swell into me and I can’t help but laugh through the tears. I handled what he gave me, I owned it. Just like he owns me.
He picks me up off the bench and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. He sets me down on top of the four poster bed, with a gentle kiss before moving to grab something. Coming back with a bottle of aloe lotion and water, he tends to me, showering me with praise and soothing my aches. I feel lucky to be surrounded by so much love.
As his hands glide over my pussy, massaging the sting out of my tender lips, I start feeling greedy again despite all the attention I’ve received today. Plus, I want to show Declan a little more attention since he did indeed get cockblocked all day. Not that it wasn’t hilarious.
I turn to face Declan on the bed, seeking his lips while I cup him through his pants. He’s already hard. Hell, who am I kidding? He’s been hard since we stepped foot into this room but all his focus was turned on me.
A smile forms on his lips as I kiss him and the fingers massaging the lotion in slip into my slit finding my clit once again. Tugging at his belt in impatience, he gives me a small laugh before rising off the bed and shedding the remainder of his clothing.
His thick cock bobs as he moves back onto the bed, glistening with precum. My limbs are in no condition for holding me up right now so I turn over onto my stomach and raise my ass in the air, the offer blatantly apparent. I throw Declan a grin as he moves behind me.
His cock trails through my slit once, before he thrusts all the way in with one stroke.
“You feel so fucking good on my cock Katelyn. You were made for this.” I let out a moan before rocking my ass back into him. I get slow and sweet with my other lovers. With Declan, I want the rough, all consuming passion that burns us both.
“Don’t tease me Declan McAllister. You better fuck me right this minute or so help me god, I’ll walk out of here and go jump on one of our guys who will.”
He wraps one hand around my hip and the other at the nape of my neck pulling my hair back hard as he pistons into me.
“Is this what you wanted you little brat? To feel me in the morning, to fuck you so hard you don’t remember your own name?”
My breasts sway with every bounce and I bury my head into the mattress, turning it to the side so I can breathe. His hand on my hip snakes between my legs and rubs my clit in small quick circles.
“Oh god Dec, I’m gonna-”
“Come for me Katelyn. I want
to feel you dripping all over me as your cunt milks me. I’m going to fill you up, love.”
Leaning over to press his front into my back, he doesn’t stop fucking me, the dual sensations causing me to ride the edge. No doubt knowing I need an extra push, Declan bites the juncture of my shoulder and I shatter, moaning and writhing on the bed while Declan dominates me.
Three more hard strokes and he grinds into me, filling me completely.
It's the perfect end to a crazy day. Who knew that a one night stand could turn into a whole life with four amazing men? I guess its true what they say, you can find luck off the rails.
About the Authors
Chloe Gunter is an escape room enthusiast and RH writer. She enjoys trolling her husband and eating ice cream with forks. To see what Chloe is working on, and for updates, you can find her in
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Mercy DeSimone is a caffeinista, cat mom, and chameleon who believes life comes with a soundtrack. Her employees can generally track her by her incessant humming. Stalk me to follow my future projects! Next stop… outer space...
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