Elle's Seduction (14 page)

Her breath came out on a trembling sigh. “Yes. Please.”

“Yes, what, Elle?”

Silence, only the movement of her throat working.

“Elle, Darren and I can take you places you’ve only dreamed of, but for us to do that, you have to trust us. You have to allow someone to master you. Are you ready for that?”

The skin around her eyes tightened, displaying the emotional struggle she felt within. The sexual need and her independence fought, and he imagined that every breath would deliver the answer he dreaded hearing.

Maxwell was so caught up in his own thoughts that he almost missed her reply.

“Yes... Yes, Master,” she whispered softly.

A devilish grin spread across Darren’s face and Maxell groaned.

***

The limo ride and dinner had been torture. Elle had struggled against her own building need as both men teased her with touches and erotic whispers in her ear. The corset Darren had bought her rubbed her rigid nipples with each movement. By the time the limo pulled up to The Den, she wanted the damn thing off and the two men beside her with a ferocious need she’d never felt before.

Inside The Den, they made their way through a backdoor and up a dark stairwell until they reached the same room she’d been in before. It seemed like ages ago that she’d stood here, battling her growing need and her inner turmoil at giving up control. Breaking down and accepting Maxwell as her master had been one of the most difficult things she’d ever done. She’d spent days fighting with herself and berating herself for not giving in when she had the chance.

She knew when the second chance arose, that she had to take it or give up on ever returning to The Den and the pleasures she’d experienced.

Master. That one word. She’d been so amazed by the freedom it gave her. It allowed her to give up control and submit totally to the two men.

Elle suppressed a shiver as she stepped into the spotlight in the middle of the room.

“Darren, chain her.”

Elle considered rebelling for a split second as Darren stepped up behind her. His height intimidated and soothed her at the same time as he raised her arms and clamped the cold metal to her wrists. Soft sheep skin padded her wrists just before the metal clicked.

Maxwell, his blue eyes intent and dark, stepped up to her. “I’ve wanted to do this to you since we first met.”

With strong hands, he ran his fingers through her hair, jerking her head back. In a rush, his lips were on hers. No gentle kiss, his lips were hard and demanding, willing her complete submission.

Unable to deny him, she gave into the kiss with a mewling cry. Pressing herself to him, she taunted him with her tongue, pushing him to take her. To finally take her as she’d been dreaming of for the last two weeks.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it started. Maxwell left her hanging from the chains, her body crying for more. Her pulse pounded in her throat as Maxwell stepped behind her and began untying her corset. In short order, she stood naked. The cool air caressed her hard nipples and slid between her thighs. Aware of Maxwell walking around her, she almost didn’t hear the creak of wheels.

The sound got louder as a masked man brought a cart into the light. A thrill of excitement curled in her stomach at all the toys lying across the tabletop. Dildos in all shapes and sizes were arranged with a strange looking short one that she remembered from the adult toyshop; an anal plug. She skipped over that one, not wanting to think about it for long. Then her eye came upon the flogger. Shorter than a riding crop like her mom had for one of their horses, but very whippy, this one sent shivers through her.

She remembered her mom’s crop. Some would have thought it was cruel, but horse’s hides were tough and this particular horse was cranky and often stubborn and distracted. Just a little tickle with that thing, would get his attention.

Maxwell watched her, his hands moving over each of the objects, waiting for her reaction to each. “Do you like what you see, Elle?”

Elle gulped, pulling herself straighter, shaking her head.

Darren moved behind her. “Answer your master.”

“No, Master.”

At Maxwell’s nod, Darren reached around and molded her breasts in his hands, tweaking her nipples.

Eyes crossed with pleasure, she pushed against his hands. The taunting of the last hours had her on edge and just that touch sent her over. Shivers of reaction coursed through her, making her buck and thrust against the cool air, her breaths raging in and out. As the pleasure faded, she sagged in her chains and struggled to control herself.

In front of her, he pulled one nipple and teased it into a long point. With efficiency, he placed a clamp on it. Elle whimpered as he did the same to the other. Already her body was crying out for more. The pressure between her legs building.

Elle gulped in breaths and tried to calm herself. Maxwell’s shoes clicked on the floor as he moved behind her. The soft swish of something sliced the air. A single, stinging blow hit her butt cheek as the hard, flat end of the flogger planted itself firmly against her skin.

Taken by surprise, she had no way to block her reaction as the blow thundered through her clit. The jolt to her breasts sent another sting of pleasure from the clamps and she nearly cried out. A drop of her juice slid down her thigh. She couldn’t catch her breath as the sensations drove her, making her inadvertently swivel her hips, seeking for relief.

Strong, firm hands stilled her quest, and rubbed her backside, relieving the sting.

“I think you like that,” Maxwell whispered in her ear, his breath hot on her skin.

Another slap hit her, sending her teetering in the chains, stretching her torso and the delicious clamps tightened more on her nipples. A moan of pure animal need came from her, her hips bucking into the sensation.

Darren stepped up. “Sir, I believe she needs a demonstration.”

Elle glared at Darren as she pulled herself up again on the chains. Then she realized they weren’t alone. Out of the darkness –a tall, dark-haired Amazon crawled. Leather cupped her breasts, exposing her pierced nipples through little holes. A brief skirt barely covered her bottom and skimpy chaps covered her lower thighs and legs, keeping her lily-white skin safe from anything that might be on the floor.

Elle shrunk in on herself, embarrassed by her nakedness. Maxwell didn’t let her hide though. He pushed her forward, pulling on her hair, forcing her to stand tall.

The woman noticed. Dark, seductive eyes watched Elle as the woman moved like a feral cat. That gaze shifted over Elle’s body, interest evident in her face. She recoiled from the spark of dark need that moved inside of her, making her squeeze her thighs together.

The woman’s hair was pulled back from her face so that Elle could see a studded collar and leash. A shorter man stepped up behind her, tugging on the collar to bring the woman to heel. Broad shouldered and muscular, he reminded her of a gymnast, his baldhead shining in the light. He wore only leather pants and boots. He lacked the physical presence of Darren or Master, but had his own unique aura of power around him, oddly sensual and aggressive.

Darren tweaked one of her nipples. Her grip on the cuffs tightened as she swayed in her chains. Her Master steadied her. Darren nibbled at her ear, whispering, “You like how she looks at you. You know, all you have to do is ask and she’d give you the relief you need.”

Elle whimpered, appalled and fascinated at the same time. She’d never thought of women sexually. And why would this man share his woman? Everything in Elle rebelled at the thought. Surely, he wouldn’t allow that.

“This is Leo and his slave,” the Master said behind her, his hands still caressing her sore butt. “Elle is new and doesn’t know the rules yet. We thought a demonstration would be nice.”

Leo jerked on the leash. “Slave, heel.”

“At your service, Sir.”

Elle was shocked when the woman sat back on her haunches, her body visibly vibrating as she waited there. Leo pet her head and massaged her scalp. The woman was practically purring, rubbing herself against the man.

“Slave, who is your Master?”

“Master, you and only you.”

“You will do whatever I command?”

“Yes, Master.”

Leo gripped her ponytail and pulled her back. “You are here for my pleasure.” His strong fingers slid down her throat and tugged at one of the nipple rings. Her cry of pleasure jolted Elle.

“Show the Master your pussy, let him see those nice piercings we just gave you.”

Whimpering, the woman turned around and bared her butt. Under the short skirt, she wore no underwear, just her bare buttocks and her cleanly shaved labia. There, between her lips, a silver chain dangled, attached to her clit. As she stretched and nearly purred in feline pleasure, Elle realized where those chains went to.

Maxwell flicked one of her clamps. “You like what you see?”

Elle tried to fight the urge to moan. This wasn’t right. That woman was being treated like an animal. Yet, Elle couldn’t drag her eyes away from the couple as the woman sat back up and rubbed herself against the man’s leg, moving for his pants. Another command and the leather pants were parted to expose the ruddy flesh of his penis.

Elle sucked in a breath as the woman dragged her mouth over the bulging purple head. Small and thick, she easily pulled him deeply into her mouth. The sucking sounds echoing in the room.

Just that act, had her swaying. Elle imagined those wicked nipple rings tugging with each movement, pulling and tugging at the woman’s clit. God, she was getting wetter just watching them. She wanted to shut her eyes. She couldn’t be reacting to this. It wasn’t right.

The woman’s moans filled the room, the sound as erotic as any males.

“Shhh, Slave. We can’t be selfish. I think someone else could use the attention of your tongue.”

The woman sat up, a smile creeping up on her glossy lips. “Yes, Master.”

Darren stepped aside and motioned to Elle, giving Leo and his slave room.

Elle swallowed as the two approached. She was naked and exposed, Master hard at her back. “Will you allow her to pleasure you, Elle?”

Elle shook her head. No. She didn’t want this.

Maxwell slid his hands between her thighs to the damp curly hairs there. Moisture coated her hair and labia, her thighs. Still strung out, it took only a flick of his finger to send her body bowing into his touch.

The woman took advantage and grasped her spread thighs, licking her. Elle stifled a cry as the rough tongue tapped against her clit. Oh, God, tongue rings too. Suddenly it didn’t matter if it was a woman or her Master’s wicked fingers, she just knew she couldn’t hold back any longer.

Her hips shifted against the woman’s tongue, searching and begging for a finish. Behind her, Maxwell slapped her softly with a flog, a sting that sent her bucking harder against the slave.

The woman suckled her clit and gently lapped her tongue against it, squeezing it against her upper teeth. Elle screamed shuddering, bucking into the sensation, slamming herself against the woman’s lips and tongue, bursting with the overwhelming sensation, her orgasm spilling over her thighs and the woman’s face.

Leo pulled the woman back and forced her on his cock.

Unable to stop watching, Elle stood panting, holding her chains, watching the ruddy head of his penis move in and out of the woman’s mouth. His orgasm hit him, his head thrown back as he bucked into her mouth. The woman never let him go, sucking every last drop of him before easing up and nuzzling his thigh, a smile on her face.

Elle groaned as she pulled herself upright. She was having trouble focusing but was too keyed up. She was oddly content and itching for more.

Leo wasn’t done yet. “Slave, you’ve done very well. Are you ready for your reward?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Give me that beautiful ass of yours.”

The slave moaned as she slid to her knees and rubbed her butt against the man. Darren, without a word, picked up a large black dildo, the largest on the table, and presented it to Leo with a small bottle of lube.

Leo gently took the dildo and pointed to the woman who was panting like a cat in heat on the floor. “Prepare her please.”

Darren knelt down on one knee. He took his time, applying liquid to his hands and sliding it over her buttocks and down to the juncture of her thighs.

Elle couldn’t see all of it, but the woman barely held herself in check as Darren applied the liquid. Just watching Darren, his strong hands and arms moving over the slick skin had Elle imagining the sensations. She wanted more, and the ache inside of her began to build again. She didn’t know how much more she could take.

Clutching the chains she moved with the woman as the slave thrust herself against Darren’s hands, wishing those, hands were on her, moving over her clit and sinking into her labia.

“Your turn will come soon.” Maxwell still stood behind her, silent until now.

Elle rubbed herself against him and groaned as he dug his hands into her and pulled her hard against his groin. Bending forward slightly she rubbed him just enough to feel his response, a slight push, just the right pressure.

A slap across the room drew her back to the slave. Moaning and writhing, the woman was thrusting herself against Darren’s hands, wild with need. Then she could see why; Leo had knelt down next to Darren. Together they were working her, Darren’s fingers going in and out of her labia while that huge, black dildo slid in and out of her anus.

Elle swallowed as she imagined the twin sensations ramming themselves into her insides.

“Hmm...you like that? Watch her, imagine that you were her.”

Elle groaned as his hands came up and tweaked her nipples, his nimble lips sliding down her neck and back up to her ear, shivers coursing down her spine. The slave gasped for breath as the men increased their rhythm. Her cries shaking Elle, making her clench her thighs.

“What if I took you right now, from behind, Elle? Would you let me?”

Elle gasped for breath as she heard his zipper go down.

The men had slowed their working of the slave. She moved, sweat popping out on her brow. A burning and desperate need glowed from her eyes, infecting Elle.

Maxwell moved behind her, bare skin rubbed against her backside, steel hard and ready to give her everything she wanted. He was bare for her. She heard the tear of foil—a condom.

Oh, God was she going to do this. Did she have the nerve?

The woman was looking at her now, hunger in her eyes. The men picked up the tempo, and all sanity faded as wildness over took the slave. Elle watched in fascination as the men worked her harder, slamming their fingers and cock in and out of her.

The woman bucked against them, pleading. “Master, please.”

Leo whispered a command and the woman shattered, bucking hard against the men’s hands, all reasoning gone, her body trembling, the wet sound of her cum as she thrashed to completion.

Maxwell chuckled behind Elle.

Darren stood and came back to the cart where he washed his hands and dried them.

Standing there tall and proud, blond hair glimmering in the lights, she was shocked by how aroused he was—his pants tenting over his erection.

The Master slid himself between her legs, sliding right along her clit and just touching her opening. Elle groaned as he tapped her clit again and again, making her jerk in her chains.

“Elle, all you have to do is ask.”

Darren stepped up and snatched the clamps off her breasts. The flash of pain and returning sensations sent Elle’s body reeling, jerking against the pressure of Maxwell’s cock.

“All you have to do is ask...”

Darren’s smile was gone as he focused on her red and tender nipples. Before she could guess his intention, he bent down and licked the newly freed nipple, making it harden—all she could do was hang onto the rattling chains above her and attempt to stay sane at the constant pressure and release the Master’s cock was doing sliding across her clit.

“Please...”...She couldn’t take much more.

When Darren slid his mouth across her chest and suckled her other breast, all pretense of control flew the coup, her hips tilted and she fought to slide down the Master’s cock, just a small bit.

“No, Elle. We follow the rules here. You will call me Master.”

A hard slap on her butt caught her attention for a split second, but instead of pain, her hunger flared dangerously out of control. She bucked against the Master, wanting more. Demanding all of it.

“Oh, God, ...please!”

Another slap and the humming of her clit nearly sent her over the edge, but she wanted more. Liquid coated her thighs and labia, allowing his sliding cock easy entrance. Crazed by her need, the next slap put her over the edge. “Please, Master.”

He wasted no time sliding just into her opening, spreading her, making her weak. But the small pain of his size was nothing to the need enflaming and taking over her. Another small thrust and Elle screamed. “Just slam into me. Oh, god, please...”

He jerked out and moved again, deeper, deeper. The rhythm caught at her, her hips adjusting and her tight sheath grabbing him, begging him deeper. She could hear his heavy breathing behind her, the silk feel of him entering and exiting, the wet heat of her juices burning her.

One of Darren’s hands slid down her stomach to her clit, his fingers swirling her clit as she moved against the Master. On a shuddering moan, the Master slid in all the way to the hilt. Hard, strong, he held her there, making her feel all of him before pulling out and plunging in again.