Fever Dream (BDSM Ballet 2)

They argued back and forth all the way down the stairs, even though Rubio

knew Liam would win. When the men arrived downstairs, the play room was dark except for some candles illuminating the raised bed in the corner. And in the middle of the bed—two beautiful, seductive women in each other’s arms.

“Holy fuck,” Liam breathed.

Ruby went still, struck speechless. Petra lounged against the satin sheets in a sheer black bra and skimpy g-string, with her new silver collar around her neck. Ashleigh wore a wisp of a negligee that framed her round belly. The women had applied matching dark lipstick and teased their hair into crowns of luscious waves, one black as night and the other blonde as the sun. They regarded the two men with teasing, provocative smiles. Ashleigh’s hand strayed over Petra’s hip in a leisurely exploration as Petra reached out to stroke Ash’s breasts above the swell of her bump. It was every secret-horny-perverse-fantasy centerfold come to life, there in front of them, in living color.

Merry Christmas, Rubio thought. Merry wonderful Christmas. Please let them make out. Please let them kiss and lick and tease each other. How beautiful they looked together, aroused and at ease in their girl-girl embrace. Please, he thought, his cock going rigid against the fabric of his jeans. This was the best present ever.

Ashleigh moved her hand lower to cup and stroke Petra’s pussy through the scrap of her g-string. With a sigh of pleasure, Petra turned to her and they began to kiss. They were tentative at first, then bolder. Then they started kissing with outright abandon, all arms and hands and soft, smooth bodies pressing together, and tongues. They were kissing with tongues.

“This isn’t a dream, is it?” Ruby asked his friend. “Is really happening, right?”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Liam growled. Then both men were in motion, racing to see who could get naked first.

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Making out with a girl wasn’t at all like making out with a guy, thought Petra, but it was still pretty hot.

She didn’t know if it was hot because Ashleigh was so sweet and nervous, or because she knew just where to touch her, or if it was hot because of the sounds the guys were making as they yanked off their clothes. She had a feeling it was all three.

For a while the men just stood on either side of the bed and watched them. Their proximity and intent stares incited Petra to put on a show—she was a performer after all, and so was Ashleigh before she retired. What started as exploratory kisses soon transformed into honest-to-goodness making out, and it wasn’t from any prompting by the guys. She was fascinated by the soft, smooth feel of Ash’s skin, and excited by the way she could make her shiver if she stroked her clit just the right way.

“Oh my God,” she heard Liam murmur every so often. When she twisted a finger in the tiny triangle covering Ashleigh’s pussy and drew the silk up between her labia, Rubio let out a breath and said something in Portuguese that sounded very, very dirty.

“Does that feel good?” Liam asked, sitting beside his wife on the bed. “Is Petra making you feel good, baby?”

“Yes, Sir,” Ash said against Petra’s cheek. “She’s making me feel really good.”

Petra slid her fingers down inside Ash’s panties. Her friend’s pussy felt so hot and wet. Petra touched her the way she did when she masturbated, slipping and sliding over her clit, rubbing it in circles. They hadn’t planned much beyond the idea of making out for the guys’ pleasure. Now the mental part of it was fading away, replaced by pure physical urges and sensations. When she felt Rubio ease onto the bed behind her and reach between her legs, Petra arched her hips back against him. His cock was rock solid, poking between her thighs. She heard the ripping of a condom wrapper, and then he tugged aside her flimsy panties and pressed himself inside.

“Sexy, horny girl,” he sighed. “Why don’t I fuck you while you play with your friend?”

“Yes, Sir. That sounds wonderful.”

Meanwhile, Liam was busy taking off his wife’s panties. His warm hand covered Petra’s, guiding her fingers through Ashleigh’s slick folds. He was as perfectly made as Rubio. Now, lying in bed with these two men, it hit home how strong and masculine they both were. Ashleigh caught her gaze and she could tell her friend was thinking the same thing. Making out with each other was exciting, but so was the opportunity to enjoy twice the virility, twice the dominance.

Petra moved back against Rubio, moaning as he eased in and out of her. Two sets of fingers stroked her waist, her thighs, and then her breasts, caressing and pinching her nipples. At some point her bra and panties disappeared, whisked off and away.

“Can I touch your girl?” Ruby asked Liam.

Liam drew his hand back. “Oops. Were we supposed to ask first?”

Rubio chuckled and reached for Ashleigh as Liam’s fingers clamped on Petra’s nipples again. She shuddered at the hot, aching pain. “Oh...ow,” she said. “That hurts.”

“What do you think happens when you tease two sadists?” asked Ruby.

“I haven’t been able to play with Ashleigh’s nipples in a while, with the pregnancy and everything,” said Liam. “So I’m really enjoying myself.”

Petra winced as Liam’s fingers tightened. She and Ash exchanged looks. What had started as a girl-girl makeout session was quickly turning into something a bit more intense. “Petra likes when you hurt her,” said Ruby. He stroked her face and nudged it closer to Ashleigh’s. “Kiss some more, pretty girls. I like when you kiss.”

Petra locked lips with her friend, squirming at the pain of the nipple torture, but loving it too. Ruby had taught her to find pleasure in pain, or maybe she’d had the craving inside her all along. Ashleigh stroked her clit and Petra returned the favor. The sweet, wet contact felt great, but it wasn’t enough for either of them.

Liam got up from the bed. “We need toys. More toys.”

Ruby withdrew from her, took off the condom, and crossed to the wall of implements and gear to consult with Liam. The girls watched as they grabbed all kinds of stuff...butt plugs, clamps, whips and straps. “Holy shit,” Ashleigh said. “I didn’t realize we’d get them so wound up. And with me being pregnant, I think a lot of the hard stuff is gonna fall on your shoulders.”

Petra let out a deep breath. “Good thing I like the hard stuff, huh?”

The men returned with their gear after a short conference. Rubio turned her on her back and flicked at her nipples with sharp, fleeting teases. He had a pair of gold clover clamps in his hand. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, while he pinched her nipples to an even tauter point. By this time, Petra knew not to question. She spread her legs wide. A moment later Liam guided Ash down between Petra’s thighs.

“Kiss her sweet pussy,” he said to his wife. “See if you can make her come.”

Petra felt the simultaneous pain of nipple clamps biting into her tender skin, and the pleasurable wetness of Ash’s tongue on her clit. “Oh, Jesus.” Then Ashleigh jerked as Liam flicked her ass with a thin whip. She could imagine how painful it was, but Ashleigh never stopped licking her pussy.

“You want the plug?” Rubio asked.

Petra looked up at him, but he was talking to Liam. “Not you,” he said to Petra, slapping her flank as he handed the toy over to the other man. “You don’t get a plug for preparation. When I fuck your ass, I want it to be tight and painful. I want to force my way in. You like that, don’t you? You like to feel like a punished little slut.”

She moaned. She did like it when he made her do things she didn’t want. “Please don’t hurt me too bad,” she said, even though she meant hurt me as much as you think I can take.

Ruby’s lips turned up in a half-grin. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll give you some lube first. A tiny bit.”

Liam was lubing up a delicate stainless butt plug. He tossed the bottle to Rubio and slapped his wife’s ass. “Raise up for me.”

Ashleigh moaned against Petra’s thigh as her husband eased the plug into her asshole. Petra reached down to stroke her friend’s hair, to soothe her, only to have her hands caught by Rubio, cuffed, and fastened through the iron bars

of the headboard. Her nipples ached from the clamps every time she arched or moved. Ashleigh’s tongue worked harder, faster, as Liam hit her again with the whip. Thwap. Thwap!

“When Petra comes, the whip stops,” said Liam with a menacing edge to his voice. “So make her feel as good as you can, baby.”

Ashleigh’s little squeaks and moans of pain were as arousing to Petra as her tongue. She strained against the cuffs, trying to come in order to spare her friend the continued pain of her husband’s whip, but there was so much going on. Just as she was about to climax, Rubio yanked on the clamps, sending sharp pain shooting through her breasts. She felt the echo of it in her clenching pussy walls. If only she had his big cock inside her, anywhere, she’d come in a heartbeat. She whimpered on Ashleigh’s behalf and then cried out as Ruby slid a hand beneath her.

She struggled to regain her elusive orgasm as he started working a lubed finger in and out of her ass. “I’m going to fuck you here,” he whispered next to her ear. “I’m going to shove my fat cock right up there, and this is all the lube you’re going to get.”

“Oh, please...” She didn’t know what she was begging for, exactly. Just generally to come, to be fucked, to be used and treated like Rubio’s toy—and Liam’s toy too. Ruby yanked on her nipples again and she bucked her hips up into Ashleigh’s face. Finally, the torment and pleasure blended together to the sounds of the whip, and Petra cried out from the onslaught of her orgasm. At last, Liam put the implement down. “Good girl,” he said to his wife.

“Thank you,” Petra whispered.

“Oh, no. Thank you,” said Ashleigh, looking up with a dazed, sub-spacey grin. Liam crawled onto the bed behind his wife, taking her hips in his hands. Ashleigh moaned as he entered her with one firm stroke. Petra watched their faces, so beautiful with arousal and longing. The sound of their coupling made her pussy throb with need. She looked up at her own lover, half mad from the ache of the nipple clamps.