Crystal's Dilemma (7 page)

“I don’t know how you can tell that I’m the person meant for you just by watching me in the courtroom.” She sipped the last of her coffee, feeling the buzz from the caffeine. Or maybe it was the buzz from being so near to him. She didn’t know and didn’t care, just wanting to enjoy it.

“It’s the way you move, the light in your eyes, and your intelligence all balled into one. I have the sense you’re the perfect woman for me, and if we mesh in the sexual arena, we are golden.”

He was right, and there was no way she would ever deny what he was saying. She felt the exact same thing about him right now. “Well,” she said, putting her now-empty coffee cup on the table and standing up in front of him. “What do you say we dig a little deeper into these basal, primal urges of ours? Would you like to see the playroom where we bond on an even deeper level?”

He reached for her hand. “Lead on.”

When Crystal entered the room they had dubbed “The Playroom,” she was surprised to see Rodgers and Justice leaning against the small bar, having a drink and talking quietly.

“What are you two doing here?” she asked, leading Tommy into the room and closing the door behind them.

Justice turned to her and smiled knowingly. “Are you kidding? The way you were this morning, I knew it wouldn’t be long before you two showed up here.”

Crystal laughed, letting go of Tommy’s hand and coming up beside Justice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down into a hug. “I’m so glad you know me so well.” She planted a kiss on his cheek and peeked around him. “Good morning, Rodgers.”

Rodgers, a close carbon copy of Kevin Costner, smiled at her. “It sounds like you’ve already had a good morning.”

“It’s turning into a very good day, period,” she replied, letting go of Justice and turning toward Tommy. “Tommy, you know Justice, my partner and you two seem to have hit it off famously. I know you’ve met Rodgers, our all-around caretaker here at the compound.”

Tommy nodded at Rodgers. “Yes, we’ve met. How are you?”

“I’m fine, of course. Would you like something to drink?” Rodgers held up his glass to Tommy. “We’re just having a small sip of scotch.”

Tommy shook his head. “No thanks. I want to be firing on all cylinders today.”

“So,” Crystal said, moving toward the dressing room where they usually left their clothes when they were here, “what do you boys have in mind today?”

“I asked Rodgers to set up your favorite chair. I hope you don’t mind.” Justice finished off his drink and set the empty glass on the bar.

“Sounds like a good way to start,” Crystal said, her hand on the doorknob to the dressing room. “Why don’t you show Tommy just exactly what you’re talking about and I’ll get undressed?”

“Sure thing. Don’t be long,” Justice said. “Tommy, come with me. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one of these, but it’s Crystal’s favorite toy.”

She watched as the three men retreated to the back of the room where they usually set up her “chair.” Ducking into the dressing room, she hurriedly pulled the T-shirt dress over her head and hung it on a hanger. She checked herself in the mirror, hands on hips, turning sideways. “Not bad,” she told her reflection. “I don’t see any sign of sagging just yet.”

“Crystal!” Tommy called out from the other room. “Where are you, babe?”

Oh, he’s anxious. Justice must have explained the chair.
Crystal opened the door and stalked toward the back of the room. “I’m here,” she said, pressing herself against Tommy. “Let’s bond.”

Tommy groaned and caught her head in his hands, capturing her mouth with his lips. He tasted of coffee, his tongue invading her mouth and thrusting in and out of it as if fucking her. She shuddered beneath the force of it, her pussy awakening with anticipation.

Tommy broke the kiss and looked down into her eyes. “They tell me you like to be watched while you get yourself off in that chair. I can’t wait to see it.” He took her hand and led her toward the inflatable fucking machine she called “her chair.”

The three men worked together, positioning her on the chair on her back. The chair was shaped slightly like a check mark with shackles placed at strategic points. Rodgers handcuffed her wrists to the edge of the chair above her head, pulling her breasts high and taut. Justice worked on her ankles, securing them to the bottom of the chair, near the floor and bending her knees at an angle. She watched as Justice handed the remote control to Tommy and quietly explained its use.

Tommy came up beside her head, remote in hand. He eyed her, surveying her body, and then he shook his head. “No, this isn’t enough. She needs more in the way of accessories.”

“Shall I get the toolbox?” Rodgers asked. “We have some nice jewelry for her in there.”

“Yes,” Tommy said. “Let’s do this right.” He turned back to her and stroked her head. “It’s time to let go, Crystal. Let me be in charge, all right?”

She nodded, almost quaking with desire.

Rodgers returned with the black box she knew contained multiple restraints and bondage items. The three men bent over it, picking and choosing. They turned toward her, and when she saw what was in their hands, she smiled. This was going to be good.

Tommy held a glittering set of nipple clamps, held together by a silvery chain. He bent down over her and took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it until it became a hard little bud. Then he placed a clamp on it, sending a shiver of lightning through her. She drew in a sharp breath, catching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Like that?” Tommy asked, rolling her other nipple to prepare it.

“Mm, yes,” she said, shifting her hips on the vinyl of the chair. She was already beginning to sweat a little from contact with the chair.

He smiled down at her and clamped the remaining nipple, then jiggled the chain that held them together.

Twin snaps of pleasure-pain coursed through her, kicking her heartbeat up a notch.

Justice bent over and parted the folds of her labia, exposing her already swollen clit. “Something’s peeking,” he crooned as he placed another remote controlled apparatus over her clit then turned it on. It suctioned itself to her, but when it began to undulate, Justice quickly turned it off.

“Oh, God,” she breathed, knowing what was coming. With nipple clamps, a clit sucker and the chair, she was going to explode and they were all going to watch while she did it.

“Okay, everything’s in place for now. Go ahead, Tommy, at your leisure.” Justice stepped away to join Rodgers as they leaned against the wall, ready to watch.

Tommy pressed a button on the remote and the bottom of the chair began to inflate, the attached vibrating dildo pointing directly at her already wet pussy. And then the fucking began.

The dildo entered her cunt with a long, slow stroke. Crystal arched her back, stretching so she could feel the tug of the clamps squeezing her nipples ever so tightly. “Oh yeah,” she said, rocking her hips as the dildo began sliding in and out of her cunt in smooth, deep thrusts. Crystal turned her head, locking her gaze on Tommy, who stood beside the chair, watching as the faux cock entered her pussy.

“You want to be fucked, you’ll get it,” Tommy said, his voice deep and mellow. He clicked the remote. The dildo increased its pace, diving into her faster.

Justice handed Tommy the remote to the clit sucker, and he didn’t hesitate. He turned it on slow speed, the little thing sucking at her clit as if a mouth was planted there drinking from her.

Crystal’s body rocked, the shackles rattling, as the chair fucked her. She moaned but kept her eyes trained on Tommy. He glanced down at her, his gaze one of lust and heat. Raising both remotes, he clicked them at the same time, increasing her pleasure.

“I–I’m going to come,” she said shakily, the dildo thrusting wildly into her cunt while the clit sucker busily did its thing to her pleasure button.

Tommy leaned over and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and captured her long, deep moan in his mouth as she came hard and fast. Her pussy spasmed around the dildo, her hips bucking as her world exploded into a thousand shiny points of light.

“That’s it, baby,” Tommy said against her lips. “Come hard so I can lick your juice from that sweet cunt of yours.”

“Ohhh,” she cried, the orgasm sending her back up another mountain. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she worried it, too, was going to explode. Seconds later, she heard the soft click of the remotes, and all action stopped. With a whir, the dildo pulled out of her wet cunt and the clit sucker was removed from her mound, she thought by Justice. She wasn’t sure.

The men backed away from her, giving her room to catch her breath. When she finally got it under control, she let out a long, satisfied sigh. “That was fast but it was good,” she said.

“Oh I’m not done with you yet,” Tommy replied. “Catch your breath because this is going to be a long, pleasurable day.”

“We’ve purchased a new toy for you, Crystal,” Rodgers said as they unhooked her from the chair.

“Really? What is it?” She had caught her breath and in the next few minutes would be able to take them on, if that’s what they chose to do.

“It’s an angled wedge pillow with restraint attachments.” Rodgers helped her to stand and kissed her on the side of her neck. “It will keep you in position when one of us pounds into you from behind.”

Just the thought of one of them bending her over something and ramming into her cunt from behind sent a shudder through her. “I can’t wait to try it out.” Justice handed her a bottle of water and she quickly took a drink, wetting her throat.

Tommy came up beside her. “Let’s check that out next.” He ran his hand to the nape of her neck, stroking her damp hair. “God, you were something to watch,” he said in her ear. “You get a faraway look in your eyes when you come, did you know that?”

“No, I didn’t.” Crystal looked up at him, realizing he was very attentive and had a soft center inside him. No one had ever said anything like that to her before, and it made her heart ring like a gong. Only a true lover would know how she looked when an orgasm overtook her and she was at her most vulnerable.

Rodgers and Justice brought in the wedge-shaped pillow. It was basically an incline with restraints attached to it.

“I like the color,” she said, running her hand over the soft, velvety texture. “It’s going to feel really sexy against my skin.” The tallest edge came to her hips and the whole thing was maybe fifteen inches wide. Crystal pressed her hand against it, pushing down. It wasn’t a pillow but more like a padded incline bench, shaped like a wedge. There were leather cuffs placed strategically on the sides. “I think I’m going to like this,” she murmured.

“Then bend over,” Tommy said, placing his hand on her back and pushing.

A thrill raced through Crystal when Tommy bent her over the wedge. She landed on it softly, Tommy not being too rough. Immediately the other two men began shackling her to the sides of the wedge. Within seconds, she was positioned with her ass in the air and her wrists and ankles held in such a way she looked like a jockey riding a thoroughbred. She had the feeling she was going to be the one who was going to be ridden and not the other way around.

Hot hands stroked the cheeks of her ass. “Damn, for someone so small, you have the ripest ass I’ve ever seen,” Tommy said from behind her. His fingers spread the cleft between her cheeks and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her pussy. “This is going to be quick, just a taste of what is to come,” he said, sliding into her depths in one smooth thrust.

The position was perfect, his cock sending friction in just the right places as he began to pump into her. She couldn’t move, her wrists and ankles solidly bound. Tommy had complete control of her body and she liked it very much. “Mmm,” she moaned, her pussy creaming with every stroke of his thick cock. His hands were on her ass, holding her open as wide as possible. With her head lower to the ground, blood rushed to her face, causing sweat to bead on her forehead. Her body jerked, Tommy ramming into her hard and fast, and then she couldn’t hold back. She came with a loud moan, her body quivering as her pussy milked him.

But he wasn’t finished. Tommy pulled out and then she felt him step away. She swallowed, her throat clicking with dryness, and tried to look back. She couldn’t, her position stopping her. “Tommy?”

Hands were at her wrists and ankles, undoing the leather straps that held her. Her body still rippled with the orgasm even though they lifted her from the incline. Then three pairs of hands began to wind thin vinyl straps around her, not binding her hands but encircling her body and fitting so snugly, her small pert breasts were lifted by the straps crisscrossing them and winding around to her back. When they finished, Justice kissed her forehead as he carried her to the large inflatable mattress on the floor back by the fucking chair.

“When did you—”

“Shh, don’t talk,” Justice said, laying her on the mattress. “Just let us take care of you.” He lay down on the mattress beside her, pulling her over on top of him. “Let us fuck you and take you to places you’ve never been.” He lifted her hips, and before she knew what was happening, she was impaled on Justice’s hard shaft.

She planted her hands on either side of his head and began to move, wanting desperately to come again.