Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3] (7 page)

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Petra felt the waves of pleasure and pain wash over her as she flew in subspace. Nothing mattered. There were no worries, no stresses. Nothing was important. She was one with the universe. She was the universe. She was Zen. She felt as though she could understand nothing and everything all at once.

Slowly, she began to descend from the higher place and come back into her body. She felt two hands massaging her ass and another hand on her back. Then another on her breast, cupping and kneading. Her brain must not be functioning correctly, she thought. But then, distracted by the pleasure of her nipple being pinched and pulled, she placed the problem of too many hands into the too-hard basket and reveled in the sensation.

“Sub, I’m your Master for this scene. But as we hadn’t agreed on two men at the beginning, I’m willing to ask if you’ll allow two men to fuck you.”

“Anything, Master,” she replied, not realizing she’d called him Master in her need. She wondered how many times she had said it before. Was it a trained response, or in the seconds, minutes, or hours of him dominating her had she already submitted to him fully?

She felt two mouths kissing and biting her body, and she slipped back into a light subspace. Already shaking from the stress of the whipping, she now had four hands soothing and calming her. The restraints were removed, and she fell into the arms of the stranger. The other man Caleb was going to share her with. She looked deep into his eyes and saw so much pain and sorrow that her hand instinctively lifted. She wanted to caress his face. The cuffs locked her hands in place. She wanted to remove the pain and sorrow and leave this man, this stranger, happy and full of love. She kissed him, opening her mouth and body fully to him, sharing her compassion. Pulling back, she moved her mouth to his ear and licked and kissed the shell.

Then she whispered, “There’s nothing but here and now, let me love you.” She didn’t know where the words came from or why, but she knew he needed to hear them. He reacted in an instant. His hand wound through her hair, pulling her head back. His face turned fierce, lust burning so brightly his eyes became luminescent. He looked so deeply, so penetratingly into her soul she felt like she should answer with a growl. Then he crushed his lips to hers with such brutal force that she felt her lips bursting from the pressure against her teeth. As he took her mouth, he thrust his tongue deep down her throat, almost devouring it. She fought him back, both eating each other’s mouths.

The sharp bite of teeth closing on her nipple caused her to scream into his mouth. She pulled away and looked at Caleb nipping at her breast. She attacked him like a starving animal, mauling him with her mouth and hands. Shirts were shed. A jacket hit the floor, and she fell to her knees and grabbed at their belt buckles and pulled, trying to tear their clothes off their bodies. Thankfully they were both as aroused and desperate. She felt one man behind her and one in front. The one behind was kneading her breasts and pulling and pinching her nipples as she finally freed the cock of the man in front. Looking up, she realized it was the stranger, his cock beautiful, hard, and thick. It was a weapon to conquer her with, one to deliver pain and the pleasure she so desperately wanted. Enraptured, she began rubbing his cock against her cheek, in fact all over her face, trying to give it the worship it deserved. Finally she licked and mouthed it, savoring the texture and flavor. She sucked him deep into her throat, rejoicing in the feeling of having him inside her body and being one with him in some form. Fingers ventured down over her stomach and toward where she wanted them most, so she thrust her hips toward him, signaling her need for him to touch her, to fuck her. To do something to take away this burning heat and need. Mindless desperation was the best description of how she felt right now. All she could hear were growls and grunts, a language as old as time.

The stranger in front pulled himself away from her mouth, and they lifted her to her feet. Caleb then thrust a piece of foil into the stranger’s hand, and he tore it open and sheathed his cock with the thin latex. He then took a second packet containing lube and tore it open, pushing it onto his two fingers. Why on earth would he need lube? She hadn’t agreed to anal sex. She hadn’t been asked. But right at this moment, she could feel her wetness on her thighs and dripping from her core. She wanted to be filled. She wanted everything. The stranger thrust his fingers between her legs and covered her rose bud entry with the lube. No stranger to anal sex, she loosened herself and prepared to take Caleb’s cock that was desperate to gain entry. She didn’t count on the fact that at the same time the stranger was positioning his cock, ready for a dual onslaught.

Together they thrust into her, and she screamed with pain and shock. She felt as though she was being torn in two. Pain more severe than any whip, paddle, or cane had ever been. Her eyes opened and all she saw was white as the pain morphed into pleasure. Together they started moving with no finesse or practiced movement, just a raw desire to fuck her body and to satisfy their lust on and in her. Their pace was brutal and animalistic, hard, fast, and pounding. She was nothing but flesh and bones they had captured and caged between them. There was no care about her pleasure. No thought of her feelings. She loved it. This was the experience she had wanted her entire life. If she died at this moment, her existence had a purpose right here and right now in this moment. Her body began to draw in tightly. Every nerve, every muscle began to seize. Both men pulled her tighter and harder between their bodies and down onto their cocks.

Finally, like a rubber band her body snapped, and she moaned with the sudden release of pleasure. Her body convulsed, and her eyes shut tight as her mind flooded with endorphins. The roars of the men penetrated through her fog as they thrust hard into her. She was so full of their cocks that she could feel the pulsing of their cum into the condoms when they erupted in unison. Part of her wished the plastic wasn’t there so she could feel their cum on her body. So she could rub it into her skin and soak up every last drop of this delicious night. As the moment that felt like hours, but was probably only ten minutes or so, began to slowly drift away, she became aware of two things before she drifted off to unconsciousness. One, they had just had ménage sex on the center stage of the club, in front of the all the people present, and two, she would do anything to have this moment all over again. She would sell her soul to live the rest of her life in these men’s arms.

Chapter Seven

What the fuck had he done? Kyle looked at the girl slumped in his arms, sandwiched between Caleb and himself. His throbbing cock was still buried in her pussy, and she was out cold and being held upright by their bodies. He’d had the most powerful orgasm of his life, and now he was frightened to the core that she’d passed out from pain and shock. He prayed when he pulled his cock from her warm body that it wouldn’t be covered in blood. He was frozen in fear. He didn’t want to acknowledge what he’d done, but he needed to see the damage. As a doctor he knew how critical the first fifteen minutes were. He looked over her shoulder directly into Caleb’s eyes and was shocked to see the horrified look on Caleb’s face, which he was sure was mirrored on his own. The infallible, always-in-control Caleb had been as out of control as himself as soon as they began to fuck this perfect little woman. And now they were fucked in more ways than one.

“What the…?”

“I know.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

“Okay, I have her. You pull away and assess.”

He knew Caleb didn’t want to move away first, because it was more likely they’d caused her anal damage. Reluctantly he pulled out of her warm pussy—no, vagina. He needed to be a doctor right now, not a Dom or a lover or a bastard. He flinched when his cock slipped free. It was so sensitive that any movement felt almost painful. He dropped to his knees as Caleb held her, his cock still lodged in her ass. As he knelt, he prayed he wouldn’t find her damaged. He prayed that she wouldn’t require hospitalization. Looking up at the pussy he had just pounded, he was so relieved that he wanted to do a victory dance when he saw no sign of blood. It was a little swollen, and the skin was slightly abraded, but nothing he hadn’t seen in a woman who had just had a bout of rough sex. He looked further to her anus, seeing Caleb’s cock still buried deep. “Pull out, man.” He watched as Caleb’s condom-covered cock slowly left her body. Even in her unconscious state, she flinched as he slipped free. He saw no sign of blood, although there was a lot of redness. But definitely no swelling or tearing.
A long soak in a hot bath will make her right as rain
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“We’re all good, Caleb, we are all good,” he said, relief dripping from his words.

“Thank the fuck,” Caleb said with a deep sigh.

They both turned as Master Frank walked onto the stage carrying a blanket.

“Fuck me, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, handing over the blanket. Kyle stood and wrapped the blanket around Petra, taking her from Caleb’s arms and then slumping to the floor with her still cradled in his arms, his shaky legs unable to hold their combined weight. Caleb then bent and carefully took her from him, and Kyle dragged himself up from the floor and followed Caleb toward the back rooms. As he took stock of himself, he realized that neither he nor Caleb had removed their pants in their haste to have her, and both their cocks hung flaccidly from their pants with the cum-filled condoms still attached.

“Fuck. I have no words.”

“Me, either,” Caleb added.

“What the fuck?”

“I have no idea.”

“Is she going to kill us?”

“I have no idea.”

“What are we going to do?”

“I have no idea.”

“Man, you need to get a new line.”

“I know.”

They both looked down at the covered little form lying on the couch, wrapped in the blue club blanket. Caleb bent down and gently moved his hand to her neck, feeling first her pulse and then her forehead for any signs of fever.

“We need to put some balm on those whip marks,” Caleb said.

“We need to get her in an Epsom-salts bath.”

“We need privacy.”

“My place is closer.”

“What about Joel?”

“He’ll be asleep. The babysitter will be happy to leave early.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Do you think she’ll freak out that we carried her off?”

“I have no idea.”

They gathered their combined belongings and walked, carrying the still unconscious girl toward the back exit. Because of Caleb’s work as a doctor for the club, he had an access swipe card to the fire exit door so they were able to leave the club discreetly. Heading to the parking lot and Kyle’s car, they settled Petra on the backseat, and in no time they were walking quietly through his house toward the master suite. Caleb laid her down on his bed, and in some strange way she seemed to fit. This was where she was supposed to be. He moved toward the bathroom needing to focus on a task, anything other than the woman he had just brutally fucked on stage in the club. Filling up the bath, he poured in the Epsom salts and checked the temperature. He stripped naked, telling himself that she needed help in the bath for medical reasons and not because he wanted to hold her against his naked skin. He wanted to cuddle her, to hold her and never let her go.

No, he needed to do this so she didn’t drown. It was just good medical sense.

When he headed back into the bedroom he found Caleb also naked. They both looked at each other, neither saying a word. Neither wanted to admit to what they were doing, but neither wanted to give up the chance to hold her and be with her.

“It’ll be a squash, but we’ll all fit.”

“Okay,” Caleb mumbled, not looking up from Petra.

He didn’t know how he felt about having a bath naked with another man, and his best friend at that. He wasn’t prepared to try and work through that dilemma. It was much easier to just ignore it. He picked up Petra and carried her into the bathroom. Caleb had already stepped into the bath and held his hands out for her. Handing her over, he watched Caleb sink into the water with her cradled against him. As the salty water hit her back she woke with a sudden jolt, and he saw the panic flare in her eyes. He watched as she rapidly scanned first the room and then both of them, and when her eyes locked onto Caleb’s face he watched as she visibly calmed.

“Where are we, are we still at the club?”

“No, Petra, we’re at Kyle’s house. You needed more care than we could manage at the club,” Caleb said in the gentle, calming voice he used for his patients.

“Who is Kyle?”

“I am, sweetheart, sorry we didn’t get to exchange names earlier.” She turned toward his voice and raised her head to stare into his eyes. He so wanted to get in the bath with them, although he didn’t want to frighten her more than she already was. Still looking up into his eyes, she smiled and said, “Petra.”

Just the way she said her name was an acceptance of the whole situation. And that smile wiped away most of the guilt he’d been feeling. She didn’t feel abused. She was happy with what had happened and fully accepting of where she was now. He stepped into the bath and lowed himself next to the both of them. His and Caleb’s legs touched, and both of them grunted at the sensation, although neither pulled away.