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Kiera and I would love to sink our teeth into him and eat him in small, tasty bites.” They weren’t the only ones. Violet turned, now prepared, and walked toward Mac.

Walking with a strap-on was an experience she always enjoyed. Moving with slow, sensual steps enhanced the sensation against her own pussy, and made the hard rubber cock move in a more lifelike manner with her body’s movements. It made her feel powerful, eager to make Mac all hers by sliding those eight lubricated inches in his ass, consummate the bond between Mistress and male slave in a way that could not be denied.

Someone had set a short stool just behind him, and she thanked whoever it was for their foresight, her mind too muddled with lust to have calculated that the difference in their heights would require it for her to comfortably accommodate herself in him. The rigid line of his shoulders grew more so as she stepped up on it, her heeled sandals tapping on the wood surface.

Leila cried out. Across the room, Tyler stood behind her, had begun to smack her buttocks with a belt, leaving red stripes on her pert ass. The girl shuddered, stimulated already by the tableau going on before her as well as Collin, still suckling on her tight full breasts, now squeezed and distended in a parallel bar restraint to make them more sensitive. The head of Collin’s cock was so engorged it was nearly purple in its harness.

Kiera was choosing a cane from the wall that Violet was sure she would employ to increase the fervency of Collin’s efforts. Tamara perched on the couch, enjoying a full view of all groupings.

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Violet, he could obviously feel her coming, and he was positioned squarely across from Leila, giving him a panoramic view of her sensual distress.

It was dizzying, overwhelming, a synergy that was explosive and hot, just as it had been at the pool, this many people immersed in a symphony of sexual pleasure.

Violet was going to make sure that Mac would be the crescendo for them all.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned forward to put her parted lips against his ear. “This is going to be a hard ride, Mackenzie,” she whispered. “Everything that happens to you here is my will, for your pleasure and my own. I’m going to fuck you hard, and there’s going to be nothing left for you to hold onto except me. I’m tearing everything away. From this moment forward, you’ll always know who your Mistress is, who holds the bit in your teeth.”

“Give it your best shot, sugar,” he said, that spasmodic quiver rippling through his tense muscles. He was scared, she could tell. Scared that she was right.

She knew she was.

Violet put one hand to his waist, the other under his arm. He was too broad to reach all the way across his chest, so she laid her palm over his heart, her fingertips on his sternum. Guiding the tip of the large cock in between his buttocks, she seated it against his anus with gentle, probing fingers.

As she did so, she pulled her body in closer to him, and the dildo eased in, meeting that initial resistance of the powerful sphincter muscle. Violet stopped, pressing light kisses to the base of his neck, short nibbles along the ridge of his shoulders, letting the oill Tamara had generously applied seep in, loosen up the passageway.

“Violet—” Her name came out of his throat in a harsh whisper.

“Sshhh…” She bit his neck gently, tightened her stomach muscles and eased slowly, inexorably inside him, taking her time, waiting a second after each forward movement.

He drew in deep breaths, trying to calm down enough to accommodate her, and she stroked his chest, teased his nipple with her fingertips.

“Open up, baby,” she urged. “Let me in.”

As the muscle released, she slid deep within, all the way, feeling the tightness of his ass, her body flush against the back of his, her upper thighs pressing against his buttocks, absorbing their jerk of reaction.

She tightened her arm around his chest and waist so she held firm to him. Her hand dropped, cupped his testicles, fondled the base of his sheathed cock as he groaned. She withdrew a small amount, went back in. Then did it again, just tiny, incremental movements to stroke the hypersensitive gland deep inside and to coat his passage with Kiera’s special oil.

She was familiar with heated oils, expected a similar response to it as she’d seen subs demonstrate before. Her first indication something was different came from Mac’s reaction. His breath sucked in deep, his body freezing in motion, as she continued to thrust and pull out.

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“God…Mistress—” His voice was strangled. “Jesus…” She felt the power of the repercussion roll through him, shudder up his thigh muscles, through his buttocks. As she reached down and gripped his cock, she found it had become hot iron in her hand, impossibly hard. He made a guttural sound of pleasure at her lightest touch.

“
No
.” When he turned his gaze, tried to see her, she saw the pure panic of a swimmer a hundred yards out in a riptide, realizing that he was about to be swept out and beyond help. Completely at the mercy of the elements, though in this case the overwhelming current was his own body’s response.

“I’m here,” she said firmly. “You’re mine, Mackenzie, and there’s nothing you can do but let go. I’m here.”

His lip lifted in a snarl of pure rage and lust hopelessly mixed together, and the shudder became a convulsion. Abruptly she was riding a bronc in truth. She was glad Tamara had manacled his feet to the floor, because he began to buck, his body thrusting into the air wildly, furiously, hard rasping moans coming from his throat. The orgasm did not just shoot through his cock, but seized his whole body, bringing him to a violent pinnacle. His buttocks clenched down hard on her penetration, only the lubrication allowing her to slide in and out of that tight grasp, stroking him as his groans became a roar, his fingers digging into the chains above his head, his whole body straining forward in a half crescent that should have been physically impossible.

“Amazing,” Tamara murmured. “I’ve never seen one come that fast from it.” Violet registered the comment, made her decision. It was a ruthless one. As he jerked, she released the reserve, shooting it into his ass, rocking forward on her toes, pumping into him like a man in truth, hard, strong thrusts, demanding surrender.

She held on as his movements became even more erratic. Stroking in, stroking out.

“Violet… Mistress…Please…Son of a bitch…Shit…” He screamed her name, begging her, but she was relentless, because she could feel his walls crumbling before his body’s reaction, like concrete giving way before a battering ram. An explosion of shields she knew he’d thought to be impenetrable, falling away in a confused disarray.

He lost all composure, became just a rutting beast who wanted to fuck her, fuck her ass
now
if she’d let him go. He snarled, informed her that he was going to plunge his cock in her pussy, ram into her until there was nothing but him, nothing but the two of them.

He wanted to suck her tits, bite them, just suck on them, just serve her, pleasure her until her come gushed into his mouth, over and over…

Much of it was incoherent, and Violet’s pussy trembled with every wild promise or threat. The cock was equipped with a clitoral stimulator at the top that pressed against the crotch of the swimsuit with every thrust, but she thought his words alone brought the orgasm roaring through her blood. As her own body’s instincts took over, she fucked him even more pitilessly, greedily, wanting the sensation of the stimulator striking against her spasming clit with every powerful plunge. She cried out, the orgasm passing through her, washing everything away that did not matter, leaving 99

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clarity. His low-toned, viciously spat desires became something else. A rasping, hitching sound, a labored gasping that gripped her heart, pulled it right out of her chest and into his bound hands forever.

He had continued to come throughout her orgasm. When his body finally started to jerk less convulsively, she estimated nearly five minutes had passed since he first started to come. Now his body was doing what she could only liken to a dry heave, only with a much more pleasant purpose, humping the air, unable to control his response as long as she was thrusting the cock in and out of his ass. So she kept doing it, at a slow, tortuous pace, fascinated. He was making soft sobs, and she stroked his chest, his furred belly, the impressive quivering muscles, murmuring soothing words to him, even as she kept going.

The dry orgasms lasted fifteen minutes. Each time she thought he was settling down, he would arch, cry out, and again he would furiously fuck the air another several minutes. She was soaked in sweat and wanted it to go on forever, wanted to see him gripped helpless in the throes of the pleasure she had provided him.

“Time to pull out love,” Tamara whispered in her ear. “I know you don’t want to, but after this long, he’ll be left with some terrible hemorrhoids if you keep it in him.” Violet slowly eased out, her hands slipping away, and Mac gasped at the sensation of the withdrawal. Tamara helped her remove the strap-on. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” the twin admitted quietly. “It was…God, my knees are weak.” Violet caught her shoulder for support herself when the clitoral stimulator gave her one more stroke as it was pulled away, but like the orgasm itself, she thought her lack of strength had more to do with watching Mac’s response than any direct physical stimulation to her own.

“It can continue like this for a good half hour more,” Kiera told her. “For him, maybe longer. It’s best to leave him chained through a couple more, to make sure they’re getting less intense. I know you want to release him, but until the intensity lessons, he won’t have any control, and he can hurt you without meaning to, the big bruiser. Besides which, we can all enjoy the show.” She raised a brow. “And you might like to enjoy the benefit of a hard cock that won’t go down for awhile.” When Violet came around to face him, Mac looked away, his shame plain. She bent, dragged the stool to his front, stepped back on it so they were eye level and took his face in her hands. She began to kiss each tear away, tasting it, taking it into herself, and by the time she was done, the weight of his head was resting in her hands. When his body abruptly tensed again, his eyes widening, she brought her hand down, gripped him. He rocked forward and his face contorted in the throes of an orgasm without seed.

She felt the velvet steel of him thrust through her fingers, watched the muscles of his body strain, the manacles creak against his strength, enhanced by the power of the stimulant.

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“We have to wait,” she said softly. “For just a few minutes more. Besides, you’re so beautiful to watch, Mackenzie. Don’t you realize it?” She made him turn his head to look, as much to distract him from his helpless state as to make him understand. “Kiera was going to cane Collin, but she couldn’t. She and Tamara have done nothing but watch you. They’re mesmerized.

“And look there. You see Tyler, fucking Leila on the spanking bench while Collin sucks on her nipples? Her pussy is dripping. I can smell it, and I know you can, big male animal that you are. She started coming the moment Tyler put his cock into her, and she’s about to come again. He’s kept her facing you the whole time. Watching you while he moves in and out of her, so slow, she’s about to lose her mind.” She knew what she was doing, wasn’t finished drawing out his response, hammering the lesson home. She felt her words have the desired effect and her lips curved in victory.

“Violet…Mistress…” The desperation had a hopeless quality, his body shaking violently. Good. He was realizing and perhaps accepting that none of his responses were under his control anymore. Exactly how she wanted him.

“See how she can’t control herself, how she is completely a creature of sense, totally enslaved to Tyler’s will? Like you.” She guided Mackenzie’s face back to them when the convulsive movements of his body made him drop his chin. “Look at Tyler’s delight in her total submission, his rapt attention to her. Everyone is absorbed by the two of you, Mackenzie. Don’t you understand? There is nothing that pleases a Master or Mistress more than that moment when we achieve this for our slave, a sphere of total devotion, all their senses focused on and meshed with their Master’s desires, so that even a whispered word from me is like the stroke of a hand over your cock, or the thrust of it into my wet pussy.” She slid her thighs over his hard heat, and the wetness of the crotch of her swimsuit pressed against the top of his cock. “You’re mine, Mackenzie. Say it and mean it.”

“I’m yours, Mistress. All yours.” His voice was hoarse, his eyes fierce and wild.

Violet caught his lips in a kiss, digging her nails into the back of his neck, channeling her reaction into the drawing of his blood.

She’d helped work subs in this room before, as Kiera and Tamara had done for her, but this was the first time she’d felt this all-encompassing centering on a person she perceived as belonging to her. Interacting with him this way while they both drew from the energy of the others in the room brought to the moment an almost spiritual power that made every movement against his body dreamlike.

“I won’t let you go.” He rested his brow against hers, and the tears he could not stop were on her own cheeks. “Ever. Not ever.”
You bet your ass. Just you try it, Mackenzie.

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To his horror, on the heels of that admission, another climactic wave hit him. There was no rise or approach. Just as before, it exploded from his lower belly, swept his whole body, seizing his cock with the alarming sensation of coming without any bodily fluids to show for it.

Sanity snapped. He fought the manacles like a wolf in a leghold trap. It was irrational, a fight or flight response. He’d never run from anything in his life, so fight it was, though he didn’t know what he was fighting so hard. The metal bit into him and he didn’t care, he would rip the flesh from his bones to reclaim what had gone beyond his reach.