Sasha's Portrait (17 page)

“No, Master, I’m all right.”

“If you need to go later, you’ll have to wait. I won’t be interrupted,” he added sternly.

“I’d better try.” Melanie rose and went into the small half bath in the den, leaving the door open. The commode was clearly visible, and Sasha was embarrassed for her as she used it and returned to her husband.

Derrick didn’t say anything to her, leaving her in suspense as the four of them went upstairs. Melanie watched wide-eyed as Daniel retrieved a pair of wrist cuffs from a cupboard in their bedroom and clasped them on his wife’s wrists before opening the crate door and instructing her to get in.

Melanie crawled willingly into the crate, raising her hands to the top so Daniel could secure her wrists, leaving her in what looked to be an uncomfortable crouched position. “Be good, and I’ll reward you later,” Daniel said as he latched the door and turned toward Derrick and Sasha. “Don’t worry about Melanie, Sasha,” he said, kissing her lightly. “She likes to watch.”

A smile and nod from Melanie did little to reassure Sasha; but, as the men quickly undressed and Derrick approached her with her set of handcuffs and a black silk scarf, she ceased to think about the other woman. “Turn around, Sasha, so I can fasten this.”

Sasha turned, her heart skipping with trepidation and excitement. Derrick tied the scarf securely over her eyes, leaving her in the dark. Next, he cuffed her wrists, laid her on the bed, and attached the cuffs to one of the bars of the headboard in a manner that left her free to twist and turn from front to back.

If the past two weeks were lessons in submission, then the following two hours were indulgences in carnality, Sasha decided as the men joined her and began an all out assault on her body and her senses. Two pairs of lips covered her nipples while hands and fingers invaded her pussy and anus. Sasha cried out, never having experienced being pleasured everywhere at once before. The onslaught was too much; and, as she begged for her release and was answered negatively, she knew she’d never be able to keep from coming.

“Please, Derrick, stop if I can’t come. Please, it’s too much.” Tears of frustration seeped from behind her blindfold. Her need was so overwhelming, she thought, that if it wasn’t for being restrained, she’d thrash off the bed. But they ignored her cries and the inevitable happened, her climax bursting upon her unbidden.

Hands and mouths left her immediately, and she was rolled over and given ten very hard swats from the paddle. No sooner had her spanking finished than lips were on her reddened buttocks, hands separated her cheeks, and a tongue licked her anus. A strong hand lifted her thigh, another mouth latched onto her pussy and the onslaught began anew. Again, her pleading left them unmoved; but, mercifully, this time, they ceased their ministrations before she could climax again.

A hard cock was pushed between her lips while another well greased one invaded her ass. They fucked her ruthlessly with no regard to her pleasure. Her pussy was left untouched, but she didn’t care. She loved the feeling of their hardness filling her; she loved hearing their moans and taking in their come.

Thankfully, she was given a drink of water, but her respite didn’t last long. Again, lips teased her nipples while hard hands spread her thighs and fingers invaded her pussy. Sasha didn’t even plead this time, she simply came. The fingers replaced by a tongue and teeth sent her careening over the edge. She came down to earth with a sharp slap against her pussy. Hands held her spread wide while a hard palm rained down smack after smack on her vulnerable flesh, driving her into a state of mindless bliss, teetering again on the edge of fulfillment.

“Not yet, baby,” Derrick whispered as he uncuffed her hands and rolled her on top of him. Spreading her thighs, he thrust up into her hot pussy, his cock filling her completely. “Now,” he said, his hands going to her buttocks and spreading them, “you’ll feel what we can do for you.”

Daniel slid into her from behind, leaving her impaled on two hard cocks. In a perfect synchronized rhythm, they fucked her orifices, one in as one came out, over and over as Derrick wrapped his arms tight around her, holding her to his heaving chest.

“Derrick, now?” she asked, feeling her orgasm building, wanting, needing to do as he ordered.

“Soon. Hold on a little longer.”

His voice was rough in her ear; his arms a comfort as the two of them rocked her skyward; and, when Derrick shouted “Now!” she saw stars.

Sasha was beyond exhausted as she lay with her back against Derrick on the bed, her blindfold off, her legs spread tiredly. Daniel rose from the bed and went to retrieve a small object from the same cupboard he got Melanie’s cuffs. Unhooking her cuffs, he opened the crate and helped her stand.

“Are you ready for your reward, pet?” he asked, rubbing her shoulders to ease their stiffness.

Melanie looked at the small object in his hand that resembled a tongue depressor, and her eyes lit with excitement. “Oh, yes, Master. Please.”

“Lie on the bed and present yourself to me then.”

Sasha watched as Melanie, seemingly unconcerned with the excesses she had watched the past two hours, sat back on the pillows next to them and spread her legs wide.

“Do you know what that is?” Derrick asked her as Daniel sat next to Melanie and ran his hand over her bare, glistening mount.

Sasha shook her head, her eyes glued to Melanie’s pussy and Daniel’s hand. “No.”

“It’s called a pussy whip, even though it’s really not a whip. Watch.”

Daniel flicked his wrist and the thin wooden slat slapped against Melanie’s cunt, raising a red line on her mound. Melanie gasped, reaching behind her to grasp the bars of the headboard. Again and again he swatted her until her flesh was bright red, and she was jerking lewdly, inviting each swat.

Sasha watched the display closely, noting that Daniel was really very gentle with the spanker. She imagined the small object could do quite a bit of damage to such a tender area, but this was about pleasure, not abuse. But, when he ordered Melanie to spread herself, Sasha couldn’t help but cringe.

Melanie released the bars and spread her pussy lips, revealing her red, swollen clit and damp passage. “Hold, Melanie,” Derrick ordered as he flicked her clit once, twice, three times. On the fourth strike, Melanie exploded; her hips jerking with her orgasm as she came over and over. Daniel dropped the small spanker and buried his mouth between her legs, slurping up her juices as she continued to come.

Sasha found the whole episode extremely enlightening and highly arousing, and as Daniel kissed, licked and soothed his wife’s reddened flesh bringing her to another peak, she found it oddly touching.

Chapter Thirteen

Three days later, they were nearing the end of their journey. Derrick said they should be at his home in West Palm Beach by early the following afternoon. It was three weeks ago today he had landed on her doorstep, literally, and swept her away on a rollercoaster ride of decadence. A ride filled with dips and turns, exciting and scary, eye opening and wrought with painful bumps and screaming pleasure. A ride she knew she wasn’t ready to get off of, not until she had experienced the full scope of its run.

Sasha had enjoyed their time with Daniel and Melanie, especially her introduction to lesbian sex. She never would have imagined making love with another woman was so enjoyable, but she had, and she wanted to do it again. But the thought of embracing just any woman wasn’t nearly as appealing as succumbing to Melanie again. She had a fondness for the other woman who had shared so much with her, including herself and her husband. If submitting fully to Derrick meant more encounters with the other couple, she couldn’t wait.

Of course, she knew enough that agreeing to complete submission meant the pleasant, enjoyable encounters were interspersed with catering solely to Derrick’s pleasures, more often than not at the expense of her own. She thought she was ready to take that step, wanted to steep herself into the sensual depravity of submitting to his every whim, a submission that, thus far, had brought her nothing but satisfaction.

They arrived in Jacksonville a short time later and stopped at a small outdoor café for lunch. “I want to visit a printer before we find a place for the night,” Derrick said as he paid their tab. “He was referred to me by a photographer and reportedly does an exceptional job making prints. You might want to consider getting prints done of some of your scenes. Prints are cheaper and sell well with the general public.”

“I bet yours don’t sell to the general public,” Sasha returned teasingly.

“No, but, I can charge more for mine due to my selectiveness.”

Derrick found the small shop easily and escorted Sasha inside with his hand at her elbow. They were greeted warmly by a short, older gentleman with a receding hairline, wire rimmed glasses, and a small potbelly. “You must be Mr. Matthews. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Ben Wilkes. I’ve admired your work for years.”

After Derrick introduced her, he pulled out a portfolio of pictures for him and Ben to look over. Sasha left them alone to do business, walking slowly around the large one room store to view the prints hanging everywhere. She didn’t notice the lull in their conversation until Derrick said her name quietly.

“Sasha.”

Sasha turned to face him and swallowed over a throat gone suddenly dry. Derrick’s hands were loosening his belt; and, by the look on his face, she deemed it was time for another lesson.

“Bend over the desk, bare assed, hands behind you.” Derrick removed his belt and doubled it over as she moved to obey him without question.

Conscious of Ben’s eyes on her, she crossed to the desk set in the far corner of the room, reached beneath her skirt and lowered her thong to mid thigh. Leaning over the desk, her buttocks exposed and vulnerable, she clasped her hands tightly behind her. Derrick wasted no time applying his belt across her ass, each stroke sure and hard, eliciting small cries from her which he ignored. Sasha tried to stay still; but, by the fifteenth lash, she was wiggling in pain, her entire backside a flaming inferno. The last five were always the hardest, and she had to clench her hands tightly to keep from trying to cover herself. She breathed a sigh of relief when he returned his belt to his waist, but it was short lived when he simply turned from her without giving her permission to rise.

Derrick returned to the large table where his pictures were strewn, several of them of Sasha. The two of them continued where they had left off, but it soon became obvious that Ben’s attention was more on Sasha’s beautiful, reddened ass than on his pictures. This scene was working out better than he had hoped, and Derrick was encouraged by Sasha’s cooperation thus far that she was going to pass this final test with no problem. He hoped so, because it was a crucial one, a lesson in abject subjugation, ceding to his demands without qualm or question, solely to please him.

When Derrick noticed Ben’s hand straying to his crotch, his hard-on impossible to ignore as it tented his loose, suspender held slacks, he knew the temptation of Sasha’s ass was too much.

Looking pointedly at Ben’s crotch, Derrick said, “You’re more than welcome to relieve that in her ass. I can wait.”

Ben gulped loudly, his eyes widening in surprise and hopeful lust. “Oh, I couldn’t. I mean, I’ve never done it in a woman’s….you know. There.”

Derrick grinned encouragingly. “Well, then I suggest it’s way past time that you indulged in that pleasure. Trust me, you’ll love it. Sasha’s ass hasn’t been used much and is still exceptionally tight.”

“And, she won’t mind?” he asked, encouraged.

Derrick shrugged indifferently. “She does what she’s told.”

His eyes glued longingly on her ass, Ben lowered his suspenders and started undoing his slacks as he walked over to her. “Well, if you’re sure.”

“Here.” Derrick handed him a tube of lubricant. “You’ll need this.”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Ben floundered, embarrassed by his ignorance.

Sasha had heard every word of their exchange, and she didn’t have to consider whether she wanted to do this or not. She knew this was a test, a crucial one in blind obedience; and, regardless of the humiliation of having her ass offered to a complete stranger, her first priority was pleasing Derrick. At that moment, that was all that mattered. As Ben spread her buttocks and slowly inched his greased cock in her anus, her eyes were on Derrick, wanting to witness the pleasure he received from her degradation.

“Oh, dear. She’s so tight and this feels too good. Oh, I’m sorry,” Ben moaned when after only three short thrusts, he was spewing his seed deep inside her.

The whole thing was over so quickly that Sasha barely had time to register the fact that he was in her before he was pulling out with a red face brought on by his orgasm and his embarrassment.

“Well, that was awkward,” he said to Derrick while pulling up his pants. “My wife’s been dead for five years, you see, and I’ve never done this…”

“Relax,” Derrick said easily. “It happens to all of us. Let’s finish pricing these.”

“Huh, Mr. Matthews, she’s not moving.”

“Because I haven’t given her permission to.”

“Oh, I see,” Ben answered even though it was clear he didn’t.

Thirty minutes later they had finished their selection and pricing of the paintings Ben would be making prints of for Derrick. As Derrick was gathering up the rest, he noticed Ben was sporting another hard on and eyeing Sasha’s exposed ass longingly. Smiling, he said, “We don’t have to leave quite yet. Why don’t you give it another try?”

“Oh, could I?” Ben didn’t wait for an answer as he strode over to Sasha and wasted no time dropping his pants and thrusting into her. His thumbs digging into her cheeks; he spread her wide; his eyes glued to his cock pummeling her puckered, tight hole. “Oh, yes, this is going much better,” he sighed as he pumped slowly, burying his cock fully before pulling back and repeating the movement over and over.

This time, when Sasha watched Derrick, he watched her also; his eyes lit with pleasure as she docilely lay there for Ben’s use. He lasted a good fifteen minutes this time; and, while Sasha found no pleasure in this ass fucking, she found a great deal of pleasure in the way Derrick proudly helped her up and led her out to their SUV. Later that night, his cock filled her pussy, stretching her completely as he rode her long and hard and allowed her the freedom to come as often as she wished.