Pleasure Bound
“Oh … yes…”
She arched and moaned as the orgasm rocketed through her. She moaned again, allowing the intense sensations to plummet her over the edge. When the ride was finally o
ver, she sat up and gazed at Ty.
“You really aren’t very obedient, are you?”
“No, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
He nodded. “Lean forward.”
She obeyed and he reached for the clamps. Would he tighten them even more? But he surprised her and removed one clamp. Instantly, a painful sensation rushed through the freed nipple.
“When I remove the clamps, the blood flow returns. That’s the pain you’re feeling.” He unfastened the other clamp and pain filled that nipple, too. “Are you enjoying it?”
“Yes, Master.” And she did. It was exciting. Stimulating.
Wicked.
“Zeke, go ahead.”
Zeke grinned then leaned forward and took one aching nipple in his mouth and began to suck. She cried out at the agonizing pleasure. Ty captured the other nipple in his mouth and began to suck. She moaned at the incredible sensation.
Both men settled into a gentle suckling. Finally, they drew back again. Ty released the clips from her wrists.
“Since you like coming so much, I want you to show us how you make yourself come.”
She hesitated, then stroked a finger over one nipple, still wet from Zeke’s mouth. She stroked the other, too. Both men watched her every move with great interest. It made her feel hot and sexy. She stroked down her belly and into her wet folds, still stroking a nipple with her other hand. She slipped inside and stroked, then teased her clit.
“God, she’s so fucking hot,” Zeke said as he released his zipper and pulled out his giant cock.
She watched him stroke it and she flicked her clit faster. She wanted to lean forward and grab that cock of his and suck it deep into her mouth. She thought about her lips gliding over it, then sucking it inside her mouth, as she stroked her clit faster. She abandoned her breast and slid her other hand to her wet slit and glided two fingers into her vagina. She thrust inside as she pinched her clit. Pleasure blossomed through her and she arched backward as another orgasm washed through her.
Once the pleasure subsided, she drew her slick hands aside and glanced at Zeke. He stroked his stiff cock, his eyes glazed. If only he’d drive that huge shaft into her right now. She licked her lips and gazed at Ty.
He reached down to her ankles and unlatched the chains.
“Stand up.”
She stood up, unsteady on those spectacularly high-heeled shoes, not to mention her highly aroused state.
“And now I want several of my friends to fuck you. Would that be okay?”
Nineteen
Excitement quivered down her spine. Was the idea of other men joining them for real or just a fantasy scenario? She remembered when Ty had blindfolded her and pretended that Zeke was in the room with them.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Follow Zeke.”
Zeke led her and Ty to a door, then opened it to reveal stairs down to the basement. She followed him down the enclosed stairway, being careful of her footing in the heels, and when she reached the bottom, her eyes widened. The place was set up as some kind of elaborate dungeon. And a rather elegant one. Deep gold walls set off the furniture made of black-painted wood quite nicely. Thick black beams adorned the white ceiling. A huge bed dominated the room. It had four square posts and crossbeams forming the headboard and footboard, all with a series of embedded rings, which she imagined would be quite handy for attaching chains.
Along one wall stood a large X formed from two dark planks of wood, with chains hanging from the top of each. At the end of the room was a large barred jail door, beyond which she could see the walls were made of large concrete blocks.
There were various padded contraptions around the room that she wasn’t too sure about. Zeke led her to a narrow padded bench about hip height. He positioned her so the top pressed against her stomach, her back to Ty, then eased her legs apart and clipped each ankle ring to a short chain connected to the slanted leg of the bench.
“Lean over,” Zeke instructed.