The Plume: The First Anthology (17 page)

Mike shivered, guessing she’d make him work for it.

“Naughty, naughty,” chanted the members of the Plume. They milled into the foyer, a hundred mysterious and masked individuals, their eyes shining and their anticipation obvious. It was a spectacle. A show for their entertainment.

And he was the star.

The blonde slid back and forth on the chain, enticingly close but out of range. And forbidden. The motion tugged on Mike’s cock ring, making him outrageously aware of what he couldn’t have. She was only a foot away from him, the sweet smell of her rising to tease him, her breath touching his shoulder. Mike held his ground at Athena’s command, his hands clenching into fists as the blonde masturbated on his chain.

He could only hope that Athena would be merciful.

Even though he knew she wasn’t.

The blonde’s breath caught and Mike watched hungrily. She flushed on the lip of orgasm and he salivated. She jerked on the chain, the pressure making his erection even bigger and harder.

Then she came, rocking and shuddering and crying out in ecstasy. The air was thick with the scent of her orgasm, the wet inviting heat of her, the temptation of her perfume. Mike strained to hold himself back, gritting his teeth, eying the slick shine on his leash and wanting to lick it off.

She gasped. She caught her breath. She looked at him.

And then she started to rock on the chain again.

Mike was incredulous. And aroused, his dick so hard that it was painful. How could she do this to him? How could Athena do this to him? How would he behave? The members of the club jostled and whispered and her heard them begin to take bets. Desire burned in the back of his throat, heated his skin, made his blood pump.

The blonde was working it, easily sailing toward her second orgasm.

Just when Mike was sure he couldn’t stand it any more, just when he thought his skin was going to explode, the other serving girls assaulted him with the peacock feathers.

The first touch of a feather against his skin was like a dream. The second was a tickle. The third, a tease. By the time the women had closed ranks around him, sealing him in a circle of tormenting peacock feathers, Mike thought he was going to die before he even got into the bar.

Every increment of his body was alive, tingling, on fire, wanting. He could smell the perfume and the wet pusses of all the serving women, their mingling scents like an exotic buffet. He saw nipples and napes and shoulders and lips and butts, a dizzying array of gorgeous femininity.

Then one kissed him on the back of his neck. Another suckled his thumb, a third ran her hands down his thighs. The feathers surrounded him, flicking and disguising the women in a cloud of metallic purple and blue and green. He was going to be taken by a dozen women, maybe simultaneously, maybe without even seeing the face of the one who finally claimed him. The leash was still being tugged, but he had no idea whether it was the gorgeous blonde riding it or another of these luscious treats.

His hips began to pump. The members began to cheer. The music was turned up louder. The feathers parted and he saw that it was the blonde still on the leash, her cheeks flushed. She moaned, her eyes opening slyly to watch him as she slid down the chair to him. She lifted that hand from her breast, locked it around his neck and pulled his head down.

She kissed him as if she’d suck him dry and Mike hungrily kissed her back. His erection was crushed between them, her dripping snatch right against him, the cold chain touching his skin and the cock ring keeping him harder than he could have believed possible.

She was right there.
Right there
. Ready and wet, hot and slick. He closed his eyes, losing himself in sensation with ease. He fought against the shackles on his wrists, knowing it was futile, but wanting so badly that he couldn’t stop himself. He felt the leash drop and the blonde put her other hand on his neck.

Athena’s whisper made his eyes fly open again. “Beg me for a reward, my slave,” she whispered.

Mike tore his lips away from the blonde’s hungry mouth. “I beg you, Countess, reward your humble servant.” He heard the desperation in his own voice, and wasn’t surprised when Athena smiled.

He was surprised and shaking when she smoothed a condom over him. At the same time, one of the women behind him unhooked his wrist restraints from each other. He looked at Athena in shock and her smile broadened.

“Bang her until you can’t anymore,” she said softly.

Mike didn’t need to be told twice. He locked his hands around the blonde’s waist and lifted her against his chest. He eased himself inside of her, wanting to make it last, his knees weakening at the soft embrace of her. He closed his eyes and heard himself moan. He heard the blonde chuckle and opened his eyes to find her smiling at him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and twined her arms around his neck, winking at him. She kissed him with such savage passion that he buried himself deep inside her in one stroke.

She rocked on him, insatiable and demanding, her tongue in his mouth, her fingers in his hair, her sheath surrounding him. The feathers tickled him on every side and Mike cupped her butt in his hands. He pounded into her with increasing intensity, the cock ring letting him last longer than usual. He rubbed it against her when he realized she liked it and felt the shiver beginning within her.

He gritted his teeth, determined to outlast her, focused on driving her crazy. She writhed in his grip. She groaned. She was so wet that he was sure she was dripping. The members cheered and chanting, pressing closer. The beat of the music drove into Mike’s bones, making him into a sex machine, pounding into the blonde over and over and over again.

Until finally she came, screaming into his mouth as she clenched around him.

He came right afterward, roaring as the tide ripped through him and left him shaking in its wake.

Then there was only the sound of applause and the quiver of satisfaction in his body. He was panting, sweating, trembling. The members were tallying up their wins and losses, the blonde had melted against his chest in a sweet pile of femininity. He kissed her temple and she smiled at him.

“Very nice,” Athena said, locking his hands behind his back once more. “This one definitely shows some promise.”

There was a glint in Athena’s eye when Mike looked her, a glint that told him his torment had only just begun. The blonde disappeared and the serving women cleaned him up with brisk efficiency, the members drifting back into the bar for another drink.

Athena held his leash but walked beside him, her hand on the back of his neck.

“Thank you, Countess,” Mike said, his gratitude heartfelt.

She flicked him a smile. “It’s not all bad to know each other, is it?” she mused. “I knew you couldn’t watch the new game without that release.”

A new game? Mike let Athena lead him into the bar, his conviction growing with every step that he’d been crazy to ever leave this place.

Chapter Three

Joanna’s cell was maybe fifteen feet on a side and was lined with black leather on every surface. The walls were padded and studded with stainless rings. Just the sight made her heart stop, then race with the possibilities. Around the ceiling was a line of glass blocks and illumination flowed through them. Joanna wasn’t sure whether it was daylight or artificial.

In the middle of the cell was a box upholstered in black leather, standing about waist high. It was rectangular in shape, the surface shorter in one dimension than the other. The Master sat her on it, then urged her to her belly as the door shut behind them with a resolute clang.

He locked the ring on the front of her collar to the lip of the cube, ensuring that her legs were hanging off the other side. She was stretched across its shorter dimension. The leather box was heavily padded, smooth and supple beneath her belly. He pulled her legs up on either side and she kept them where he placed them. She was on her belly, staring at the floor, her knees pulled up on either side, her hands still secured to the back of her neck. Her sex felt exposed, and that vibrator thrummed against it to drive her crazy.

“Do you have that length of rope, Annette?” the Master asked and Joanna realized the female guard hadn’t left them. She closed her eyes and whimpered as the rope fell against her skin, as the vibrator throbbed and throbbed.

He tied her knees to her waist, using the loops on the belt to ensure that she couldn’t move, then wrapped it around her body over and over again. It was cotton rope, thick and soft, but inflexible once it was knotted in place.

She once again had the sense that he was building a sculpture, making her look the way he wanted her to look. The rope and its regular knotting was part of the way he staked his claim, part of what ensured she knew she was his captive. He unhooked her hands from the back of her neck and bound them together behind her back, twining that rope around and around, weaving it through the loops on the arm restraints and the belt.

He took his time, as he had once before, ensuring that she was aware of every inch of rope that surrounded her.

Encased her.

Trapped her to his will.

Joanna could barely shiver when he was done.

He paused before her when he had taken his photographs, put the camera aside. He glanced over her, probably to Annette who stood silently behind her, and beckoned. Annette came to his side, looking very small and delicate in contrast to his strength. He picked up a harness he had evidently left on the floor, one that Joanna hadn’t noticed, and offered it to Annette.

It locked around Annette’s hips, the ring in the front of it holding a large black dildo. Annette looked ominous, hooded in black leather, sporting a huge erection, her breasts swinging and pale above the black harness. Joanna couldn’t believe the size of the dildo. At the Master’s gesture, Annette came to Joanna, grabbed a fistful of her hair and put the dildo in her mouth.

It had to be plastic but it felt like skin. At the same time, Joanna could smell Annette’s arousal, a very feminine perfume that startled her every time the female guard thrust the dildo into her mouth. The Master must have changed the setting on the remote, because the vibrator began to move with more insistence against Joanna. She closed her eyes, imagining that it was Mike who was doing this to her, that her co-worker could lust for this kind of play the way the Master did, and heard herself moan.

The Master was a mystery to her, a man who conquered her body and drove her desire, but one who remained an enigmatic stranger. She knew nothing about him, not even his name, and it was impossible for her to believe that she could find such pleasure without an emotional connection.

She imagined Mike tying her up, Mike taking his pleasure with her, Mike locking her into a vibrator and coming in her mouth. She thought of Mike – ethical, handsome, funny – the prospect of doing this with him made her mind melt. She felt her hips bucking, she heard herself moaning, she could smell the wetness dripping from her sex.

Then Annette pulled away.

“Fuck her. Hard,” the Master said. Then it was his fingers in her hair, his hands locked around her head, his throbbing warm cock in her mouth. Joanna jumped in surprise as the wet dildo was jammed into her slick heat.

“Close your eyes,” the Master commanded. “And don’t come.”

He rocked his hips, filling Joanna’s mouth with his strength. She sucked and licked and locked her mouth around him, wanting only to please him. As before, he tasted clean. She liked the smooth texture of his skin, the way she could prompt his reaction with the flick of her tongue or the gentle grazing of her teeth against him. She felt the balance of power shift again, felt the Master’s rising heat and wasn’t at all sure who was in control.

Annette pumped into her, her pelvis slamming against the inside of Joanna’s thighs, the dildo stretching her wide. Joanna could feel the press of harness on her thighs, the constraint of rope binding her helpless. She tasted the salty precursor to the Master’s eruption. That vibrator teased, a butterfly that made her itch and squirm as much as she could.

She was a vessel for pleasure, the tool of the Master. Her body felt keenly alive, aroused and tingling and throbbing for satisfaction. She felt her heart pound as the tension built in her body. The Master’s hands closed more tightly around her head, her body surged toward an explosion…

Annette abruptly pulled out the dildo and slid it into Joanna’s anus.

Shock made Joanna arch her back and close her mouth tightly around the Master’s dick. He came with a roar, his semen flooding into her mouth and down her chin. The sight of his release sent a surge of pleasure through her.

He stepped away, his breath coming heavily. “Joanna,” he whispered, such tenderness in his voice that Joanna almost wept in frustration.

He must have made a gesture, because Annette removed the dildo and stepped back. Joanna was left bound and alone, aching for a touch that didn’t come. Her sex was throbbing and she wanted…but she dared not complain.

Right before her eyes, the Master caught Annette in his embrace and kissed her deeply. Annette wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing herself against him, doing what Joanna yearned to do. He grabbed Annette’s butt and squeezed, taunting Joanna with what he denied her.

Joanna twitched. Her belly rubbed on the smooth leather. She strained against her bonds, wanting to open her legs even wider and suck him deeply into her.

She saw the glint of his eyes, the hint of his smile. She hoped, but then he scooped up Annette and tossed her onto the box. Annette was sprawled beside Joanna, her butt against Joanna’s knee, leaning back over her. Joanna managed to look sideways enough to see the Master lift Annette’s knees in his hands, smile, then bend to eat her with determination.

No! Joanna fought against her restraints, moaning softly in frustration. Annette arched back over Joanna and mewed in pleasure, writhing like a cat in heat. Anger fired through Joanna, white hot anger that surprised her with its intensity.

It was outrageous! Joanna was sizzling, burning, yearning, aching to be possessed, but the Master was eating this guard. It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t right! She was the slave, the captive, the one being trained. Annette couldn’t be allowed to come, not without Joanna being allowed to come, too. Joanna groaned, wanting the Master to acknowledge her, but he lavished his attention upon Annette.