Authors: Rynne Raines
“Oh, I’m aware.” Her hot pussy seared like
blistering coals against his leather sheathed thigh and even as he hovered
above her, he could feel waves of heat drifting up from the bare skin of her
throat. Oh yes. This is exactly how he needed her. Scorching.
Giving in to primal urge, he dipped his head and
sucked gently on her neck. Eve moaned and her body arched off the table, slamming
into his. As she wriggled, her soft belly skimmed over his crotch and his cock
jerked. He swore quietly against her throat. This woman could be the death of
him, he thought, wincing through the agony of temporary abstinence. What was it
going to take to have her fully submit to him?
Resurfacing from the hollow of her throat, he
fixated on her eyes. Her cheek rested against the smooth stone under her head
and she was staring off into the distance. For a time, her expression of wonder
captivated him. What in God’s name was she looking at?
Craning his neck, he pin pointed the direction of
her gaze. The moment he spotted what she was so engrossed with, a raw growl
surfaced from his throat. The orgy. She was enthralled by it. Now
that
made him hotter than hell.
He skimmed his lips along her cheek, setting his
mouth lightly against her ear. “You want to be her,” he whispered, flicking his
tongue along her earlobe. “You want to feel like she feels—dominated—an
absolute lack of control.”
Her breathing resonated in shallow and uneven
gasps as she shivered beneath him.
“Submit to me, Eve. You know what I want to hear.”
She shuddered and turned her head to look at him.
Her eyes were emerald pools of raw emotion.
“Tell me what you want. Say it,” he quietly
demanded.
“I…I want you to dominate me.”
He traced his mouth lightly over hers. It wasn’t
enough. He needed to hear her submission.
“Not good enough, Eve. Say it.”
Her eyes locked on his and the intensity of her
stare sucked the air from his lungs.
“I want you to dominate me…
Master
.”
Donavan crushed his mouth to hers as his cock
gave a violent pulse. Such a simple word, he thought, running his tongue
against hers. Yet the term possessed such power over him. Maybe her submission
would only last the night. However, he planned on making it one hell of a night.
He shifted his weight off the table. His
booted-feet hit the floor with a renewed sense of urgency. He continued
ravishing her mouth as he swung her up into his arms, crushing her malleable
body to his.
“Where—where are we going?” She panted
frantically against his mouth.
“Not far,” he answered, the rasp in his throat
notifying him that he was dangerously close to losing control. He navigated
between tables, around naked lovers, even stepping over them on the way to his
destination. The location he had in mind was near the north wall,
semi-secluded, and close to where they entered earlier.
He set her down and gripped a handful of her
riotous red curls.
“Kneel.”
There was no indecision or hesitation in her
eyes. Keeping her gaze locked on him, Eve dropped onto her knees in front of
him and put her arms behind her back.
Oh yes, she was pure sub all right. The inside of
her thighs aligned with his feet while she arched her back, giving him a
welcoming view of her supple breasts. Her stance was perfect even without his
direction.
“Don’t move,” he ordered, then took a few strides
toward one of the billowing sheets. He reached behind it, trailing his fingers
along the rough bricks in search of a switch. He knew all of Eden’s dirty
little secrets. Locating a hidden panel, he slammed his palm against it and
immediately triggered a thick chain to descend from the ceiling. Attached to
the end was his favorite accessory.
The sound of clattering chain drew Eve’s gaze upward.
Her lips parted and a barely audible sigh escaped. The anxious reflection in
her eyes pleased him. Anxiety heightened awareness. Awareness triggered sharper
senses.
Donavan reached for the black leather arm binder
attached to the end of the chain and eased it down until he had the slack
needed. The V of leather would sheath her arms all the way up to just below her
shoulders. When the chain went taut, it would semi-suspend her so she could
stay balanced on her knees as if on all fours but it would prevent her from
falling forward with the absence of her hands to brace her. The positioning was
perfect for what he had in mind.
He worked quickly, sliding her arms inside the
cool leather and tugging them until her hands poked through the narrow end
where a small metal ring linked to the chain. Her breathing came quicker now
and he wondered if it wasn’t too quick.
“Relax,” he murmured, stroking his knuckles along
her cheek while pulling the arm binder’s laces snug with his opposite hand. “Trust
me?”
“Yes,” she answered. “I do.”
Donavan finished restraining her then gave the
chain a tug and watched the slack coil back inside the metal hoist above them.
One more jerk on the chain locked it to the height he needed, suspending her
chest and torso three feet above the floor. Still standing behind her, he put
the toe of his boot to the inside of one of her knees and nudged her legs open
wider. He lowered onto his haunches and the sight of her smooth, round ass hit
him like a fist in the gut.
Christ, he loved her ass.
Leaving the garter belt in place, he hooked onto her
panties with his fingers and pulled them down as far as they would stretch on
her parted thighs. Her pussy glistened and shined with new moisture. From the
restraints, he assumed. The moment he chained her up on their first night, he
knew she was a bondage girl.
“Donavan,” Eve whispered, drawing his attention. “There’s
a crowd forming. People are watching us.” The hint of embarrassment in her
voice had him circling in front of her. He crouched until they were eye-level
then grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger forcing her focus on his
gaze.
“So let them watch,” he returned. “Your only
concern should be how hard I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth.”
She hissed out a breath and turned her face into
the palm of his hand. The submissive gesture worked a low growl up his throat.
Reaching underneath her, he tugged down the cups of her corset. Her breasts
spilled from their confines. Those deep pink swollen nipples beckoned for the
warmth of his mouth but he resisted the temptation. What would feel better than
one scalding mouth on her?
Two.
Rising, he began working free the buttons of his
shirt and shifted a gaze around them. Eve wasn’t kidding. A crowd was forming
and a large one at that. Masters and Mistresses gathered around them in a large
circle, sub’s kneeling humbly at their feet while expressions of eagerness and
appraise veiled their features. They were waiting for his next move.
He shrugged out of his shirt. Then, with a few
simple twists he turned it into a make-shirt blindfold. Though some of his past
partners enjoyed seeing their sinful tormentors, he had a feeling it would only
make Eve more self-conscious. He wanted her able to concentrate on the
sensation alone.
“Once I put this on, the word
no
won’t possess
the same meaning,” he told her in a firm tone. “We didn’t discuss a safeword
but if you need to stop, say
bubblegum.
”
“All right.”
“You will not come until I tell you to. Understand?”
She shuddered and stared up at him. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He took one last gaze into her eyes then put the
blindfold over her mask and tied it tightly behind her head. With everything in
order, he surveyed the crowd and recognized several familiar faces even with
their masquerade costumes and masks. Some were old lovers. Some were mere
acquaintances he’d met in passing. He honed in on the individuals he was
looking for and made eye contact.
The three men were not Dominants or sub’s, but
they had travelled in the circle of kink for a long time and the ladies loved
them for it. Donavan had used them before in similar situations and held the
highest regard for each one. Ego aside, he wanted the best for Eve and these
men were renowned among the BDSM world as the best pleasure-for-hire around.
All it took was a nod of Donavan’s head to have
them stepping forth from the crowd. He returned his gaze to Eve, who was bound
and blindfolded. Vulnerable for the taking. And, he
would
take her. Soon.
Paying close attention to her body language, he
waited as each of the three men took their places. One stepped to her left side,
the other to her right, and one stopped directly behind her. The compelling
scene had Donavan’s cock straining against the zipper of his pants and the Dom
in him roaring to be set free.
Let the game begin.
Darkness consumed her. Eve opened her eyes and
stared into a black void. Her arms and legs trembled but not from fear. No, not
from fear. Arousal coursed through her veins as she hung vulnerable, pussy and
breasts exposed to the mass crowd. Her erratic pulse thundered in her head
however not loudly enough to drown out the symphony of gentle moans echoing
around her. Knowing Donavan, she would soon join in their composition.
The tiled floor felt cold and hard against her
knees. Strangely, the discomfort only added to the atmosphere. She realized now
that it wasn’t having a harem of men fanning her with giant feathers,
whispering sweet nothings, and pampering her like a queen that got her off. She
got off on the thought of being used and sexually tormented until her throat
was raw and burning from the screams.
Donavan knew what she wanted, and under his
protection and domination he was willing to provide it for her. Because of his
selflessness, Eve promised herself she would not come until he commanded it.
She only hoped his command came soon.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” Donavan whispered,
then flicked his tongue against her lips.
“I’ll try to remember—fuck,” she blurted out and
he sealed his mouth over hers muffling her throaty moan.
A warm, wet heat closed onto each one of her
aching nipples. Through the sudden haze of Eve’s mind she realized it was two
mouths beginning to feast hungrily on her breasts. Strangers. These were
strangers’ mouths on one of the most intimate regions of her body. Wasn’t it immoral,
shameful, and demeaning that Donavan should allow strange men to fondle her
this way?
She loved every second of it.
As the tongues and lips suckled and toyed
mercilessly with her raw, aching nipples a tremor rumbled through her. The
sensation was blinding. Though each mouth belonged to a separate owner, their
tongues swirled and stroked in unison. Arrows of pleasure shot through her body
as they continued to suck the tender buds harder between their teeth, only
easing up on the tension when a cry of ecstasy ripped past her lips and into
Donavan’s mouth.
“Oh, someone likes it rough.” His hoarse whisper
sliced through her mind and made her pussy clench. She felt his lips curve into
a smile against her ear before he nipped the tender lobe between his teeth. “I
hope you like it just as rough when I’m fucking your mouth.”
A raspy moaned erupted and her body shook with violent
need. Oh, she did not want to wait to taste Donavan’s cock and finally get the
chance to return some of the blissful agony he caused. She wanted it now.
“Ready for the next phase?”
There was more?
In silent answer to her question, two strong
palms gripped her ass and Eve’s fingers snapped closed around the chain linked
to her restraints. Another of Donavan’s so-called accessories, she realized,
given the hands that belonged to the duo suckling her nipples were still busy
squeezing and teasing her breasts.
Unfamiliar thumbs dipped between her ass cheeks
and traced the wet slit of her pussy. Eve’s thighs vibrated. Her heart raced.
How many men had Donavan enlisted to torment her, she wondered dizzily through
the intoxicating amount of overwhelming sensation.
Without a doubt, the owner of those hands was
male. The width of his fingers and the strength in his hands as he delved and
probed at her cunt indicated as much. Two thumbs pressed open her slick pussy
lips and trailed up and down either side of her aching clit. He toyed with the
clip clamped on her swollen cleft and she jolted.
“Easy,” Donavan soothed. His warm breath felt
scalding against her feverish cheek but the command in his voice worked magic
over her body. “Keep those legs apart.”
“I…I’m trying but it’s too much,” she whispered
back. “The sensation is too much.”
“It’s only going to get worse when he sets his
mouth on you and starts fucking that slippery cunt with his fingers.”
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the
tips of two fingers traced a circle around her pulsing wet opening. They
flicked and stroked and penetrated inside her half an inch. Then the stranger
spread his fingers, gently stretching her open. His powerful hot tongue thrust
between his thick digits and Eve’s head snapped back. Her thighs collapsed
inward to counter his advance but his knees pressed to the inside of hers and
shoved them even further apart. She couldn’t close her legs even if she wanted
to.