Like Jason, Theo was strong and powerfully built, and his cock looked every bit as long and thick as her lover’s. It rested on a thatch of dark hair that matched the tapered hair on his chest. Theo pulled Kelsey close and tilted her head back for a deep kiss as the lights flickered and reflected off their bodies.
While she watched, Jason knelt again and pulled her arms behind her, and cuffed her wrists at the small of her back. “Chest out,” he reminded her. “Good girl. Let’s get you in the right frame of mind.”
She was afraid he meant the nipple clamps, and she was right. He folded down the cups of her corset and flicked her nipples until they went pert and hard. She gasped, fighting through the pain as he attached the first biting clamp, then the other. She gazed a little jealously at Kelsey, who got to pour wine and enjoy her husband’s embraces while Sara had to sit, bound in her slave pose, wearing clamps with a heavy, dangling chain.
“It’s not fair, is it?” he said, following her gaze. “But Kelsey’s shoulder is still recuperating. That means you’ll be doing most of the fucking, sucking, and hurting tonight.”
Oh, really? Sara didn’t want her friend’s injury to worsen, but to be the main event for these two huge, dominant, sadistic guys? But they were doing this for her, because she’d been booted out of the Citadel. If anything, she should be grateful. She was grateful, just a little bit scared out of her mind.
Jason held his glass to her lips, and she took a deep drink for courage. The wine tasted rich and spicy, and the flavor lingered on her tongue as the men discussed things like limits and protection. Since both couples were clean and fluid-bonded, they decided not to bother with condoms for oral, only vaginal and anal penetration. Anal penetration? That little discussion did nothing to relax her. Kelsey touched Sara’s nipples in sympathy and kissed her, and Jason gave her another sip of wine.
“She looks nervous, your little slave,” said Theo. He came and knelt in front of her, and gave her some wine too. “You’re afraid?”
He stroked her cheek, then squeezed her waist, admiring the corset, but she couldn’t stop shaking. She knew Theo well, but she didn’t know this Theo, whose voice sounded seductive, whose eyes promised wicked things. “What are you afraid of?” he pressed.
You. Jason. All of this.
“I want to please you,” she said. “And…and please my Master.”
He studied her. She could always read everything in Theo’s eyes…if he was annoyed, if he was pleased, if he was amused, but she couldn’t read them now. “Just be a good girl, no? That’s how you please your Master.” He kissed her, a warm, searching kiss that was over before she could pinpoint how it made her feel. Desired? No. Protected? Maybe. It had been a kiss to calm her. She felt a little calmer, but not much. He gave her more wine, and she took a great big sip. Then she heard Jason chuckle beside her.
“Are you trying to get my slave drunk?”
Theo glanced up at him. “No, she has to choose this with all her wits.” He looked back at Sara, holding her gaze. “You want? You’re sure? All of us together, having sex, having a scene?”
“Yes…” She paused. He was looking at her so intently. She wanted to call him Sir or Master or something to signify that she agreed to submit to him. Jason squeezed her shoulder.
“You can call him Master if you like. For now. Only for now.”
His teasing warning brought some lightness to the heavy moment. Sara smiled into her coach’s dark eyes. “Yes, Master, I want this.”
He made a soft sound of approval. “What a brave girl you are.”
Argh. As soon as she relaxed, he said something like that to send her into a panic again. She met Kelsey’s gaze. Her friend smiled from behind Theo’s shoulder, telling her without words that everything would be okay. What had she promised? A zillion orgasms? Sara would settle for zero, only to experience this moment of being a sexual plaything, a bound victim for two men’s pleasure. Master’s toy to share.
Play with me, please. Before I lose my mind.
At last, Theo and Jason put down their glasses and turned up the music, not as loud as it was at the Citadel, but loud enough to drown out some of her inner dialogue. Now. They’re going to touch me now, and do…what? Sara’s trembling turned to outright shaking. Both their cocks were hard and getting harder. Jason knelt behind her a third time and this time he smoothed a blindfold over her eyes. She made a sound of protest as the pretty lights went black.
“I know, baby,” Jason murmured. “But I don’t want you to be distracted by anything. I want you experiencing every touch, every sensation without knowing where it’s coming from. It’s a popular game at the Citadel.”
She turned her head, disoriented by darkness. “How can I serve you if I can’t see you?”
“You’ll know what to do. We won’t leave any question as to what’s required.”
A moment later, she felt cool fingers on her face, and a warm cock prodding at her lips. She didn’t know whose it was, but she opened her mouth and accepted its thrusting length. She experienced a moment of panic—I can’t do this—but then someone’s hands twisted in her hair and arousal followed, an automatic reaction to the pain. That hand was telling her to surrender. Surrender to their power and her helplessness.
I want to surrender. She lifted her face to whoever was using her, opening her mouth wide even as she feared the penetration. The cock drove deeper, thrusting fast, then it was gone, leaving her breathless. Fingers wrapped around her neck and another cock slid into her mouth. The same cock? A different one? She had no way to tell.
She heard French, a hushed conversation, then Kelsey’s soft voice. Quick footsteps crossed the room while Sara tried to please whoever was in her mouth. She licked and sucked, gagged a little and made a moan of a sound, an apology or maybe a plea for more. She got more almost immediately, a deeper thrust, a steady face-fucking for several moments. Then that cock was gone, and another in its place before she could even close her mouth.
“Do you like this, little one?” Jason asked. That must have been his fingers twisting in her hair, because they tightened.
“Yes, Master,” she gasped as soon as the cock in her mouth allowed her to breathe.
“You love to serve us, don’t you? You love to submit to your Masters’ needs.”
She nodded, since her mouth was too full to speak. She wanted so badly to please, but she couldn’t see and she couldn’t breathe very well, and the cocks kept coming. Then she heard a new sound, a quiet buzz.
“Your friend Kelsey is going to make you come with a cock between your lips,” said Jason. “I don’t care whose cock. You have...what do you think, Theo? Five minutes?”
She felt fingers under her chin, pulling her straighter. “Three minutes,” came Theo’s deep voice. “She can manage in three. She’s already so turned on.”
Three minutes?
“Three minutes then,” Jason agreed. “Spread your legs wider for Kelsey. That’s a good girl.”
Sara felt probing fingers between her thighs, sliding through her sopping pussy lips. She wasn’t sure she could come at all. She felt so overwhelmed, so controlled by the men’s grasping hands and their cocks impeding her breath. The vibrator only provided a low buzz, but Kelsey found just the spot to put it. Sara groaned deep in her throat, rising, arching her hips to maintain the contact on her clit.
Another hand on her shoulder, forcing her down. The face-fucking transformed from dominance to struggle. She had three minutes to come, three minutes to make her body obey her Master’s will, but he also expected her to continue servicing him and Theo.
“Watch your teeth,” Jason barked when she lost her concentration. She jumped as he jerked the chain between her nipples. Owww. She curled her toes, opening her mouth wider at the same time she sought the gentle hum of the vibrator.
“This is what they do at the Citadel,” said Theo. “They make naughty, horny slaves do naughty, horny things until they forget who they are. This is only the beginning, eh?”
He sounded so much like her coach, but he wasn’t her coach. He was her tormentor now, like Jason, and Kelsey was her only saving grace. Sara wailed and nodded when her friend found her clit with the tip of the vibrator. Kelsey kept it there, right there, and Sara tensed, spreading her legs, still sucking, still gagging and drooling all over herself. Growing pleasure warred with her aching jaw, as she sobbed through the men’s repeated forays into her mouth.
“You look so beautiful,” Kelsey whispered in her ear. “You make such a beautiful slave.”
“You have a minute to come,” said Jason.
Their thrusts intensified, but so did Sara’s arousal. She choked as one of them grabbed her head and jammed himself deep in her throat. Her clit throbbed, needing more, more... The cuffs hurt her hands, but then her peak was there, right there. She cried, she moaned, she bucked against the vibrator, and then she orgasmed, coming all over Kelsey’s hand as she sucked the cock in her mouth. She didn’t care. The hand in her hair relaxed, smoothing it back from her face. Whoever was in her mouth drew away, leaving her gasping. The blindfold felt damp where her tears had soaked it. The vibrator clicked off and, after terse French directions from Theo, Sara felt Kelsey move away.
“What a good girl,” said Jason, and beneath her shivering and lack of breath, Sara felt joyful. Someone took off the clamps, slapping her breasts as blood rushed in to make them tingle with an almost unbearable fullness. “Oh, please, Master,” she sighed. Please hurt me some more.
“What next?” asked Theo.