Michele Zurlo (24 page)

They did, sort of. He watched Drew come toward him, the expression in his eyes nothing short of a bottomless desire. Drew was the only man Chris ever consented to having sex with.

Right now Chris was bent over a PVC structure that supported his hips and shoulders. A bar connecting the two supported his torso. His arms were bound together and secured to an O ring on floor. Each ankle was bound separately, spreading him open for whatever torment his Mistress devised, and his thighs were tied tightly to the supports. Having tried it out, Drew knew how the circular pieces of the structure dug into the body. It was part of the torture Chris loved.

Two steel lines were clipped to Chris’s testicles, their weight stretching the sac so far that Drew’s balls ached in sympathy. A series of metal rings covered his hard-on, and Drew didn’t look too close. Sophie had a set of those that had spikes on the inside. He didn’t begrudge another man his pain, but he didn’t get off on it either. Another set of chains ran from the gag in Chris’s mouth to his nipples. If the man turned his head either way, he was going to be hurting more than he already was.

Because Chris’s skin was so dark, Drew had to look close to see the pattern of red welts covering the man’s back, ass, and thighs. If he lifted Chris up to look at his front, he’d no doubt find a similar pattern there. Sophia had been pissed at a supplier this morning. She’d ripped him a new asshole, but that wasn’t enough to appease her temper. It was good they had a session scheduled with Chris.

Even with a ball gag shoved into his mouth and his expression twisted with a combination of ecstasy and torment, he managed to give Drew a pleading look. He wanted to be fucked, badly.

“He’s being punished.” Sophia wrapped her arms around Drew’s neck, focusing his attention completely on her. She knew that while this part didn’t bother him, he definitely preferred to miss it. His lovely little wife could be positively ruthless, which is what brought Christopher back time and again, on his knees, begging for more. Drew could admit that he liked watching submissives beg at his wife’s feet.

Truthfully Chris did fulfill something vital in Drew. Not only was he one of the only men Sophia consented to having in their bed, if Drew were to dig deep into his heart, he had to admit he liked having a submissive male at his disposal.

Drew brushed his lips over Sophia’s. She liked soft and tender lovemaking, a contradiction to her harsh Dominatrix personality that he adored. Over that past few years, she’d let her luxurious dark brown hair grow longer. Even in a ponytail, it reached almost to the top of her corset. He grabbed it near the band and used it to pull her head back, exposing the long column of her throat. Nothing brought out his alpha tendencies like seeing her sexy body in Domme gear.

Sophia was easily the most beautiful woman in the entire world. Her Mediterranean skin tone meant she had a constant tan, though his penchant for seeing her on exotic beaches also contributed to that, and she was flawless. From head to toe, she was smooth and soft, completely feminine and physically perfect.

That wasn’t all. She was intelligent, witty, and charming. He loved discussing a limitless list of topics with her. She always had an opinion to share about food, politics, celebrity gossip, and accounting. Drew had never realized how subjective topics involving numbers could be, but being with Sophia had opened his eyes in ways his math teachers only ever dreamed of doing. He liked her as well as loved her. She had become his best friend, confidant, cheerleader, and champion. He would do anything for her even though she rarely asked for more than his presence.

Her smile made his heart quicken, and that sharp inhale she took just now brought his cock to life. Nobody affected her the way he did. Not a single one of her submissives could bring that sultry twist to her lips.

“I want you first,” he said, scooping her up in his arms. He gave her no chance to argue at the way he was changing the order of events in the scene, but that came as no surprise. He was forever revising the scripted scenes she went over with him before any of their playmates arrived.

She snuggled into his hold, settling her head against his shoulder for the short trip to the bed. It was to the side of Christopher. He wouldn’t be able to watch unless he wanted to endure the pain of that clamp pulling at his nipple. Sophia smiled up at Drew, her eyes soft and dreamy.

He set her down before they got to the bed and turned her around so he could loosen her corset. As lovely as her breasts looked lifted up and squished together like that, he preferred her naked. She caught the stiff material as it fell, and Drew closed his hands over her mounds. She laughed at where his attention went, and she arched her back to press them firmly against his palms.

“What did he do?” He kissed her again, as soon as the question was out. The answer could wait. Christopher groaned, the whiny, begging kind that made Sophia hotter than she already was.

He moved his hands to her waist, where he unzipped her shiny, PVC micro-shorts and peeled them from her shapely hips. Releasing her lips, he bent to worship her breasts and stomach as he rid her of the rest of her clothing.

She tugged his shirt over his head. “He got mouthy.”

Drew made a sound to show he was listening. Christopher was only a sexual submissive. He often needed discipline to remember his place, and sometimes he earned a punishment in the process. Drew knew how much he frustrated Sophia. If he could find another man who fulfilled Sophia’s need to dominate who could handle the transition better, Drew would bring him home and gift wrap him for his wife.

With a soft pressure on her hips, he guided her backward to the bed, pushing until she sat down. Then he lifted one of her legs and parked it over his shoulder. Sophia gave that sexy little sigh as she ran her fingers through his hair. That sigh turned to a moan as he swiped his tongue along her folds.

One taste was all it ever took. Her flavor was his weakness. He opened his mouth wider, licking wide swaths, gathering her essence into his mouth. His moans matched hers. When she was close, he latched onto her clit and inserted two fingers into her cunt, expertly finding her sweet spot. She came in his mouth in a gush of creamy goodness.

Before she finished pulsing around his fingers, he climbed out of his pants and on top of her. She guided him inside and locked her legs around his back. Then she licked her juices from his face and kissed him with all the passion he’d come to expect from her. He braced himself on his elbows and watched her face as he moved his hips.

Her hands roamed his body, caressing his shoulders and back, arms and chest, and then wandering down to grab his ass. Her legs moved just as restlessly, rubbing against his hips and thighs or wrapping around his waist as she met his thrusts.

She went wild beneath him, her body bowing and her hands clutching at the sheet. He renewed his concentration as her velvety warmth tightened around him. She felt so good, but if he could manage to hold on for a few more seconds, she would come apart in his arms.

Her pussy spasmed as she cried out. Her entire body went stiff as he thrust once, twice more before that sweet bliss overtook him. He collapsed on top of her. He would have fallen to the side, but she latched onto him and pulled him down.

To the left, Christopher groaned. Sophia’s eyes opened and she turned her head to check on him. For the first time ever, she didn’t look thrilled to see him. Drew rolled to let her up. She moved slowly, deliberately, and he realized that she wasn’t finished punishing Chris.

She bent in front of Chris and took his chin in her hand. “If I’m not pleased with what comes out of your mouth, I will untie you and send you home.”

Drew started at her threat. She usually promised pain, bondage, or the agony of a denied orgasm. This was the first time she’d given such an ultimatum. From the look on his face, Christopher understood that his ass was on the line. She removed the gag, letting it swing and dangle from his nipples.

Chris winced. “I’m sorry, Mistress. Please forgive me. I have learned my lesson.”

He sounded sincere. Sophia seemed satisfied because she reached for a low stool that she set near Chris. Then she propped her foot on top of it so that her pussy was bared to Chris. Wet with spent passion and the remnants of Drew’s ejaculate, her pussy glistened.

“Clean me up with your tongue.”

This got Drew’s interest. Though he loved licking her pussy, he couldn’t resist watching when a submissive did it. Chris parted his lips. He had great lips, strong and sensual, and he knew how to use them. Sophia brought her pussy closer. At first, she stayed still as Chris did his work. Then she thrust against his face and tongue as her passion reignited.

But she pulled away before things went too far. She touched a finger to Chris’s lip. “Good boy. Now you’re going to do the same for Drew.”

At that cue, Drew slid off the mattress and approached Chris. He was already semi-erect from watching Sophia with a man’s face between her legs. Chris opened his mouth, panting and pleading with his eyes because he didn’t want to risk Sophia’s wrath for speaking without permission.

Drew gave him what he wanted. He let Chris lick evidence of Sophia’s orgasm from his cock until he was fully erect. Then he thrust forward and fucked Chris’s mouth, not bothering to show any kind of mercy or consideration. Chris swallowed convulsively, trying not to gag as Drew fed him the entire length.

Sophia knelt next to Chris. As he pumped his hips, he heard little clicks, each of which produced another groan from Chris that vibrated pleasantly through Drew’s cock. After a few minutes, Chris screamed and something dropped to the floor. Sophia stood up. She had that multi-layered ring in her hand. She set it aside.

“Do you want to come in his mouth or fuck his ass? Or we could fuck him at the same time.”

She still had that sated smile courtesy of the orgasm he’d given her. He wanted to see her have another. He withdrew from Chris’s mouth. “Let’s fuck him at the same time.”

With a nod, she gestured to the bindings on Christopher’s arms. “You get the front and I’ll get the back.”

When he bent down, Drew noticed the steel lines were no longer attached to Chris’s balls. He wondered if Sophia had jerked them off or taken them off gently. Chris’s scream suggested the former.

The answer waited on the counter where he took the bindings. Sophia washed and disinfected everything after a session, so used accessories never went back in their places immediately. Waiting next to the steel set of four cock rings, which did have small spikes inside the rings, were the steel lines. The weights at the end had multiplied. Sophia had increased the load until gravity took over.

Drew neither winced nor shook his head. He knew Chris needed the pain if he was going to be able to climax.

Sophia helped Chris to his feet and led him to the bed. She climbed on and guided him to kneel between her legs. Chris waited obediently for Drew to roll on a condom and mount him from behind. Though he could have reamed Chris, and sometimes he did, Drew wasn’t in the mood this time. If Chris had been mouthy to Sophia, he didn’t get to have that kind of consideration. This was going to be all about Drew, and Drew liked to fuck slowly and thoroughly.

Christopher’s ass was incredible. Tight, defined muscles flexed over one of the sexiest male asses Drew had ever seen. He spent some time caressing Chris’s skin and luxuriating in the feel of those firm glutes. The fact that he put pressure on the welts and the parts where he’d simply been flogged made Chris moan and writhe all the more.

Below them both, Sophia fingered her clit as she watched their faces. She never got tired of watching him fuck. She brought her finger, glistening with cream, to her mouth and sucked it clean. He couldn’t see the expression on Christopher’s face, but Sophia scooped up more of her cream and held it for Chris to suck from her finger.

He handed Sophia a condom, which she took and rolled over Christopher’s cock. From the hiss he issued and the way his hips jerked forward, he gathered that Sophia had grabbed Christopher’s cock and urged him to place it at her entrance.

“Drew sets the pace, Christopher. Follow his lead.”

This appealed to the alpha in Drew. He waited for Sophia’s signal telling him that Chris was seated inside her, then he pushed his cock through that tense ring of muscle. Christopher matched the rhythm he set, thrusting into Sophia when Drew withdrew. He fucked Christopher, but he watched Sophia’s face. He loved the way her lips parted and her back arched when she was about to come.

And Chris was incredible. He made growling sounds of pleasure in the back of his throat. They rumbled through his chest and grew louder when Drew pressed one of the welts left from his caning.

“Mistress, please may I come?”

Sophia laughed. Drew could tell she was close, but she wasn’t going to let Christopher come until she’d tortured him a little first. She peeked around Chris and met Drew’s eyes, and he knew she was trying to gauge how close he was. Not about to hurry things along, he shook his head. Her lips curled with a feline grin, and she raked her nails down Christopher’s chest.

A shudder ran through the man, and his movements slowed down considerably. He was fighting the urge to climax. In a perverse turn, Drew thrust hard and fast, making sure he hit at least one welt with his hips or thighs each time he hit home.

Christopher cried out, shades of ecstasy mixed with his agony. “Please, Mistress. Please let me come!”