Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3] (17 page)

“Master, would you like slave on her back on the bed or on her stomach?” she asked sweetly in the best submissive voice she could muster.

“Stomach down,” he demanded.

She started when she heard the clunk of their bags hitting the floor.

“Don’t worry, Caleb, not a problem at all. I’m happy to bring all the supplies and our bags in. Don’t you worry about helping me,” Kyle said sarcastically.

“Shit, sorry, man, I completely forgot.”

“Yes, well, I know our slave’s very interesting. But!” he added in retort.

Caleb turned and hurried out to the car, helping Kyle. Petra stood and walked toward them, wanting to help also.

“No, no, slave, you will obey Master Caleb’s request and get yourself on that bed.”

Reluctantly she complied, lying on the bed face to the door, watching as both Kyle and Caleb brought in the rest of the bags and boxes.

* * * *

Kyle started to calm down after his resentment at being left with the luggage. He wanted to play with Petra as much as Caleb did, but he also knew they needed to get everything inside before time ran away from them. “So are you going to show me your latest skills with ropes?”

“Yeah, I brought my best two,” Caleb replied in a placatory tone.

“I’d thought of tying her up on the bed.”

“It’s been done before, you know. I’ve always wanted to see a sub tied to a coffee table. I read it once in book, and I had to jack off before continuing it was so hot.” He saw Caleb smile a wicked smile of remembrance.

“Yeah, I know, you gifted me the e-book for my birthday last year.”

“I did, too,” Caleb said, rubbing his face.

“Let’s recreate it.” The more he thought about it, the more he liked it, and based on the way Caleb was tearing into the toy bag he guessed he liked the idea, too.

“Slave, I want you to lie down on the coffee table, your head hanging over one end and your legs over the other.” Petra moved into position, and he grabbed hold of her legs and pulled her ass to the very edge. He then went to the refrigerator to see if there was any ice, praying there was. Grabbing the freezer tray, he searched for a bowl and broke up the ice into it and headed back to Petra. Caleb was tying the first knot of the rope, strapping Petra’s leg to the coffee table leg, then he wound the rope around her leg toward her torso and then down the other leg, and he had to admit the intricacy of the rope work was amazing. Caleb was lost in his own world. After fifteen minutes, she was fully secured to the table, trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. The ropes were crossed and pulled together, crushing her breasts together, which would hold the blood in place and increase her sensitivity. He moved forward and dragged his fingernail against the side of each breast, watching her mouth part and gasp. Both he and Caleb grabbed an ice cube and placed them directly on her nipples, enjoying her pants and gasps at the feeling. He started rubbing the ice cube in circular motions around the constricted flesh of her breast. He tweaked her nipple as he moved the ice cube down toward her pussy, and she tried to raise her hips off the table, trying to get the attention to where she wanted it.

* * * *

Petra wanted to scream in frustration. The ice was burning her overheated body, but her pussy and her clit were screaming for attention as they tortured her with their hands and mouths. Finally Kyle brought the ice toward her clit and placed it directly on top, and she squealed with shock at the sensation as he held it there, freezing her clit. He then removed the ice and took her frozen clit into his mouth, and the change from the cold ice to his hot mouth jolted her. She moaned with the pleasure as he tongued and suckled. Just as she was about to go over the edge of orgasm, she screamed as the ice was once again placed back on her clit. The increased blood supply made it that much more sensitive and that much more vulnerable to the ice. She panted in thanks as the ice was removed and once again Kyle’s mouth covered her. He drove two fingers into her wet pussy, fucking her with his fingers, and she was once again brought to the brink of orgasm, and again he moved away and placed the ice on her. She screamed in frustration as he repeatedly brought her to the brink just to torture her again and again. Panting and needy, she writhed as much as the rope would allow her, needing to come so badly she thought she’d go insane.

“Beg,” he demanded.

Near delirious with need, her blood was boiling with so much lust that she’d agree to anything or would give anything just for release. “Please, Masters, please, please, please,” she slurred. Pleading. Begging, for them to finish her off. The feeling was better than any drug she’d ever taken, and she was lost in a haze of pleasure pain. So much more than she’d never experienced before. Oh! She’d been here before, but never for this long, and it was driving her crazy. She thought she heard chuckling in the distance but couldn’t understand why.

“Are you our slave?” one of them asked.

“Yes, Master, yes, Master, please, please.”

“You’re right, she would agree to anything right now. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sub this lost before,” she heard directly over her, although she couldn’t see who was speaking.

“Let’s test it before we let her go over the edge.”

“Slave, would you give me your soul?”

“Anything, Masters, anything, please, please,” she blubbered in return, her sense of self obliterated.

“Good slave, for being such a good girl you deserve a reward.”

“Thank you, Masters, thank you,” she panted as she felt a warm mouth again latch on to her pussy. She felt wetness over her thighs and under her butt, and she didn’t understand where it had come from although logic said it came from her. But it didn’t feel like a small teaspoonful, it felt like a cupful. As she felt the warm mouth sucking on her tortured clit, she concentrated on that and only that. Her focus pinpointed on that one spot, and suddenly her body seized and then convulsed as every muscle, every molecule, vibrated and then burst. Her vision went white. Pure white light blinded her as her mind separated from her convulsing body. Every sensation became sharp and overpowering. She drifted on a plane of pleasure and pain, sailing toward heaven. And then just as suddenly as it began, it stopped, and her world began to blacken and go blank as she fell into unconsciousness.

Chapter Seventeen

Petra awoke to the warmth of their bodies spooning her, and she thought if only she could wake each morning like this. If only this weekend fantasy could become everyday life. She opened her eyes, snuggling into Kyle’s back. Part of her knew Kyle would understand her need and that it was Caleb who was going to be her greatest problem. But still a girl could dream, couldn’t she? That little voice inside her said that it was more than a dream or a fantasy. It was her hope and greatest wish. She realized in that moment that she’d fallen in love with both of them. He heart had become open and accepting without her knowing. She had wanted Caleb for so many years it was understandable that she would finally finish falling in love with him. But Kyle, he had come out of nowhere. He was just delivered to her door step. And with him came Joel. That little boy really had wormed his way into her heart. She felt more for him than she’d ever expected. She had wanted to be a mother but never would she have considered becoming a mother to a six-year-old. She’d always thought she’d become the mother of a newborn, and now she realized it was very closed-minded of her. Now she could see there were so many options for motherhood. Joel had taken to her as any child would to a mother, and at first she had been concerned that Kyle wouldn’t allow their relationship to develop because of a need to protect his son from hurt if it didn’t work out between them, but he hadn’t. Caleb was the one who was going to be the problem in her hope of a future with them all. He hadn’t accepted the idea of a ménage relationship between them all. He was also the one that wasn’t looking for a forever after or even a future.

“Good morning, little one,” Caleb mumbled from behind her.

“Morning.”

“Now, now, little slave, we still have one more full day of fun with you.”

She shivered as a rush of excitement coursed through her body.

“What’s first on our list for today?” Kyle asked.

Petra knew he wasn’t asking her, as Masters did not ask what a slave wanted and a slave could not ask for what he or she wanted. This was one of the reasons why she could never live the lifestyle as a slave permanently. A naughty weekend was pushing her even. A day, yes, definitely she could do that, but more than that, no thanks.

“First on any man’s list is having his morning wood taken care of,” Caleb replied.

She wanted to smack him across the face. She knew what he wanted. He wanted a head job. He would just lie back in bed and let her take care of it. She’d take care of it all right. She wiggled herself down the bed and started to kiss and caress his stomach, then on downward she headed, licking, nipping, and kissing until finally she reached his hard cock where she pulled his legs apart to get better access. She pushed his legs up so his knees were bent slightly and just as she had hoped he let his legs fall apart, opening him up for what she was after.

“Don’t play, slave, just suck my cock,” he said, getting impatient.

She took his cock in her mouth, sucking and licking and pulling her mouth back to play with his crown with her lips and the tip of her tongue. Pulling off, she quickly sucked on her index finger, pulling it out of her mouth covered in her saliva. She lowered herself back to Caleb’s waiting cock, taking it deep in her mouth and aggressively sucking and pleasuring him while putting her shoulders against his thighs. Caleb’s moans and groans told her how much he was enjoying her actions. She had positioned him exactly where she wanted him to be, and now it was time to deliver. She started humming with his cock deep in her mouth while sucking, and he started bucking, trying to thrust into her mouth even harder and deeper, and so she positioned her hand on the cheeks of his ass pulling him closer toward her, holding her index finger of her right hand away from him she moved her head up and down on his shaft while humming. Caleb was lost. Positioning her finger at his anus she pushed it inside. Caleb shouted and tried to pull away but she had him locked. She pushed in further looking for the lump of flesh deep in his anus. He shouted again as her finger hit it. Prostate, say hello to finger. She rubbed it over and over again as she sucked and hummed.

If this wasn’t proof of her multitasking ability, she didn’t know what would be. Caleb hollered as he came in her mouth. He wasn’t able to control it. He couldn’t help it. She had just milked his cock. Of course he had enjoyed it, but she had taken all the power and control from him. As she pulled away from his deflating cock, she couldn’t hide the smile on her face. A chuckle threatened to spring loose, and God, she wanted to let it go. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked up at the faces of her men.

“Damn, looks like I’m in trouble.” It wasn’t into the face of a satisfied man she was looking, but into the face of a very, very pissed-off man. Even Kyle looked pissed. She couldn’t for the life of her think of why. Hell, it was not like she’d done it to him or anything. Maybe that was it, did he want to have his turn? She moved toward him, prepared to give him the same experience.

“Oh no, little slave, you will not be touching me, but you will be getting punished,” he commanded.

“What? Why?” she demanded. So what, she had milked him instead of just sucking him off? In no way did that directly disobey an order. Technically she didn’t have orders, just a request.

“You know exactly why. You, my dear, are cheeky, dismissive, and most of all you are trying to top from the bottom, and it will no longer be accepted.”

Okay, so maybe she had been topping from the bottom. Hell, if they wanted to be specific about it, she had been trying to top from the bottom all weekend.

* * * *

Kyle wanted to laugh. Hell, he wanted to cheer and high-five Petra. Had she put Caleb in his place or what? He’d never once seen, let alone heard of, Caleb being milked before. Fuck, it was great, and a part of him was jealous. Hell, it looked like it was an experience plus. He would make her do it for him in the future. The future! Again he realized that they could have one. All those years of suffering with his wife, all those times he’d questioned why he had to suffer so much. What had he done in his life that was so bad? Maybe it was a case of him earning credits, maybe he was banking for the future and Petra would be his prize. Petra would be his payback. Maybe he needed to have experienced hell in order to see and appreciate the heaven she brought to his life. He smiled to himself as he thought of what he wanted to do to her. He wanted to let himself be free and be who he was at heart, the Dom, the Master.

“Get into greet position, slave,” he demanded.

“Yes, Master,” she replied and dropped into the kneeling position.

God, she looked beautiful kneeling there, her eyes lowered, her long hair all mussed from sleep, and a tiny smear of Caleb’s cum on her chin.

“Slave, you’ll receive ten lashes for your behavior this morning,” Caleb stated.

“You’ll also be wearing the clover clamps while you receive those lashes,” he added. Her nipples looked so beautiful clamped. He would get her custom-made clamps with jewels hanging from them, and he made a mental note to call Juliette, the club’s custom jewelry designer, when they got home.