Odalisque (17 page)

Oh, God!
It was so hard to stand still, helpless, with her legs spread and her ass arched out, and take each blow. The paddle would connect, which was painful enough in itself, but then that pain would bloom into a torturous, flaming heat she couldn’t soothe or rub away. She didn’t know if it was Kai paddling her, or Mason, or both. She hoped to God Mason would lose interest in it soon. She lost count of the blows, but she was sure her ass was angry red by now. She was making begging sounds, instinctive, uncontrollable noises that she knew probably sounded awful. She couldn’t help herself.

Finally, the paddling stopped. Constance sagged, drawing her aching ass in as far as she could without stumbling from the damn spreader bar.
Please, let me go. Fuck me now. Fucking is awesome!

Constance was overjoyed when Kai released her feet. He kissed her on the neck, on the shoulder. She breathed in his familiar scent and let her body relax back against him. She rubbed her ass against his erection with needful, blind intent. He turned her head until she was looking at his lips, and then he said, “Not yet.”

Not yet?
Damn, Mason was on the bed in front of her, nipple clamps in his hand. Kai soon joined him. Her owner reached through the iron latticework to pinch her nipples. She blinked, watching them talk through the metal barrier.

“So, these are called clover clamps,” Kai explained to Mason. “Pulling on them tightens them. They’re a really nice torture device. You can’t leave them on too long, but they’re really fun for getting a reaction. So...put one on this tit first.”

Constance bit her lip as Kai released her nipple with a painful pinch, only to have Mason take over and pinch it again. The concept wasn’t difficult. Mason closed the biting clamp over the soft, vulnerable flesh, his face breaking into a wide smile as she writhed in reaction to the pain.
Another fine sadist in the making
, she thought with a groan.

“Now,” Kai said, angling his head toward her so Constance could read his lips. “We’re going to thread this chain through the bars and over to here.” He took her other nipple in a ruthless grip. “And then every time she jerks or pulls away from the bedframe, she’s going to get a nice dose of ouch.”

Sadist! Both of them were grinning like maniacs as Mason applied the other clamp. Constance wrapped her fingers around the metal, as far as the cuffs on her wrist would allow, and thought about her predicament. Sure, it was easy to stand still at the moment and bear the rollicking ache at the tip of each breast. But once they started hurting her again--Mason was already palming Kai’s leather tawse--it was going to be really hard not to move.

Mason had definitely gotten his groove down with corporal punishment. The first blow was confident, not tentative. It had to be him--Kai was still standing beside her, doubtless enjoying the
oh-shit
look on her face.

From BDSM noob to skilled sadist--Mason took only four blows to make her shift enough for a painful reminder tug. On the sixth blow, Constance rose on her toes, and then a quickly-delivered seventh achieved full pulling-away pain. Her ass burned from the bite of the leather, and she shuddered from the awful ache in her nipples. Her pussy was on fire. She felt empty and frustrated and angry that she couldn’t get away from the torment of the tawse at her back and the clamps at her front.

She closed her eyes, blocking out Kai. Blocking out everything.
Take it, take it.
A moment later, the blows stopped and her ass cheeks were parted. She looked up but Kai was gone. A cold dollop of lube and something hard pressed against her ass. A glass plug--the large one. Again, she struggled to be still, to accept the invasion lest her nipples pay the price. Her breath was coming in stutter spurts as the dull, unpleasant pain of the plug’s insertion peaked. It was driven home, a dubious relief. She could still feel it in there, both making her horny and tormenting her. There was more tawse, or was it strap? Paddle?
Owww....

Then Mason’s strong arms came around her, and she felt his cock poking against her burning cheeks. The glass plug slid out, leaving her empty only a moment before something larger and longer filled her up. Mason was taking her ass, skillfully, thank God. No wild jabbing or thrusting. With a tool his size, Constance supposed he knew better.

As he fucked her, she became aware of his scent, like Kai’s but not like Kai’s. She got used to the contours of his muscular body, the unfamiliar girth and feel of his cock. She smelled latex and lubricant. The scent of sex. She felt weak, like her legs wouldn’t hold her, but Mason held her up. The pain in her nipples flared and desisted as he manipulated her body, but the sensation of fullness in her ass nearly overpowered the ache in her breasts.

Then, without warning, the clamps were removed and rioting pain suffused her breasts. She struggled against it even as her eyes popped open to find Kai gazing at her. Did he understand how much this aroused her? How exciting it was to serve him, to be used and hurt this way just for his pleasure? Just for that glazed, infatuated look in his eyes?

Mason was fumbling with the cuffs on her wrists, his cock still buried in her ass. He took them off as Kai sat on the edge of the bed, his cock standing up swollen and rigid from his fist. Mason moved her like some kind of rag doll, nudged her over the few steps. He bent her over with a firm hand between her shoulders.

Constance knew what was expected. She opened her mouth and took Kai’s cock deep between her lips, down into her throat. She tasted salty pre-cum and wanted more. She sucked her Master while her Master’s friend drilled in and out of her ass, and she felt her own arousal reach an almost crippling peak. She didn’t just feel it in her pussy, or her reamed ass, or her tortured nipples as they scraped against the wiry hair on his legs. She felt it
everywhere
. She felt it in her soul.

Constance braced her hands on Kai’s thighs, ran them up the muscles defining his hips. His chest rose and fell as she sucked him. If he said anything, she didn’t know and didn’t care. Then she was halted, pushed forward again. Mason lifted her knees on either side of Kai’s waist and she fell forward against her Master’s chest. Kai slid a hand between them and started to ease the head of his cock into her slit.

This was something she’d been trained for, this kind of licentious excess. Trained with dildos and plugs and all kinds of depraved exercises, but she’d never experienced the immediacy of two real men--breathless, panting men--thrusting into her, until now. She hadn’t felt the hard flesh of male bodies trapping her between them, or the pressure of their fingers as they guided and cradled her.

Kai’s cock stretched her pussy while Mason still fucked her ass. She couldn’t move at all, except as they let her. Her whole body tensed with the knowledge of her powerlessness. The men were careful, skillful, working smoothly in tandem so she could concentrate on sensation rather than mechanics. And the sensation was incredible, like nothing she’d ever known. Such warmth, such fullness. Such complete possession and submission to powerful male lusts. Each stroke resulted in a surge of delicious pressure in her pelvis and heaviness in her breasts. Mason squeezed and pinched her sensitive nipples until she almost screamed from the pleasure, until her pussy and ass spasmed subconsciously around the men’s lengths inside her.

Then Kai was reaching, fingering her again. She braced against his chest as he parted her pussy lips, wet with the waterfall of her excitement. He tapped her clit with one of his questing fingers, and that last, shimmering note of sensation was all it took. Constance plunged into a racking, mind-exploding orgasm. Firm masculine hands held her down, held her still, even as her orifices clamped down on the massive cocks filling her. Again and again the pleasure rolled, and rolled, and rolled until she lost the ability to comprehend it.

She didn’t know what happened after that. She fell, panting, against Kai’s chest, her hands curled in the hollows of his neck. She wasn’t in control, didn’t want to be. She was just Constance, lost in the aftershocks of her orgasm, nestled between two shuddering, thrusting men.

Kai and Mason stayed up drinking vodka and Red Bull downstairs, long after Constance passed out in her pillow-strewn bed.

They’d fucked her three times in a row, various couplings and intensities, broken up with sessions of teasing-to-hardcore BDSM play. Kai watched his friend over the rim of his glass. Mason had been like a kid in a candy store while it was happening. Now, sprawled back against an ottoman, he was significantly more subdued.

“So, she sleeps away from you every night?”

Kai nodded from the couch. “That’s the way it works.”

“But I mean, could you sleep in there if you wanted to? If you wanted to...I don’t know...”

“Snuggle?” provided Kai with a grin. “Are you a snuggler, Mace?”

“You know what I mean. Is it by her choice, or yours? If you decided you wanted to sleep in there with her...”

“She’s supposed to serve me sexually. Once the sex is done, I’m obligated to leave her alone. Could I go in there now and snuggle with her? Yeah, if I wanted to have more sex. But just to sleep with her all night? No. There’s supposed to be this kind of...space between us.”

Mason considered that, glancing up toward the open door of Constance’s odella. “Twisted. I mean, really? That’s in the contract?”

Kai rolled his eyes. “Poor little cuddlebear. Put on some pants and I’ll give you a snuggle.”

“Fuck you, Chandler. I’m just saying.”

Kai put his glass down with a bang on the coffee table and slung his legs up over the couch. “No, seriously. Put on some pants. I’m tired of staring at your flaccid dong and your saggy balls.”

“Tough. I like being naked.”

“You’d make a good odalisque.”

“Ha. I’m an odalisque already. I live for Jessamine’s pleasure. That’s how she sees it anyway.”

Mason’s voice had an unmistakable edge of bitterness. “I sense all is not well at the Casa de Cooke.”

Mason shrugged. “Eh. It’ll work itself out.” He took another drink, then leaned closer and whispered, “Do you ever get the urge to cheat on her? Sneak a nut with someone else for a change? Do you ever get bored with her? You’ve got her for what? A year?”

“First of all,” Kai whispered back, “she couldn’t hear you even if you yelled. So there’s no need for the whispering. And it’s kind of impossible to cheat on someone you’re not in a relationship with,” Kai added in a normal voice. “So no, and no. Not yet anyway.”

The men drank a while in companionable silence. Kai reviewed the finer moments of the evening in his mind, and flicked a look at Mason, who seemed to be doing the same. “So, how did you like getting your kink on? Was it everything you hoped for?”

Mason let out a low whistle. “Jesus Christ, that shit is hot. I mean, I imagined it would be fun and all, but it was...more than that. It was more than fun, more than messing around. It really gets intense.”

Kai nodded. “Yep.”

“I mean, I always imagined doing that kind of shit to women, but I never thought about how exciting their reactions would be. The reactions were better than the--”

“Actions? Yeah. That’s why you do it. The thrill of watching your partner fall apart from the pain while simultaneously trying to hump your leg. It’s great if you’re with someone who’s really into it.” Too late, he remembered that Mason’s partner wasn’t. “Anyway, I’m glad you had a good time.”

“You know, she wasn’t like the sheik’s odalisque at all.”

“No?”

“Constance was a lot more...slutty. No, I don’t know if that’s the right word. The sheik’s girl was all about seeing to everyone else’s needs. Constance seemed to be enjoying everything a lot herself.”

“Yeah, well. I think that makes her better.”

“Me too. I mean, Constance seemed a lot more into it. It was really exciting.”

Mason sounded a few shades shy of worshipful. Kai fixed him with a look. “You’re not falling for my odalisque, are you? I still think you should get your own.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Mason drained the last of his drink. “Hey, can I crash on your couch?”

“I wouldn’t think of waking my driver at this hour,” Kai said. “I’ll even give you a room and a bed of your own. As soon as you put some damn pants on. At least a pair of boxer shorts.”

“Can I borrow some boxer sh--”

“Yes.”

“Jesus, Kai,” Mason murmured. “You’re a hell of a friend.”

*** *** ***

All three of them slept late the next day, which was probably why Kai didn’t hear the doorbell, or notice a key turn in the lock. He opened his eyes to find Satya in his face, frowning ferociously.

“You haven’t called me in forever, Kaivalyan. I hate when you ignore me.”

He shot up out of bed. This was the reason he couldn’t sleep naked. His sister had no sense of boundaries.

“Jesus, ever hear of knocking?”

Her eyes went wide and indignant. “I knocked and rang the bell. And then I let myself in. I just came to get something I left here last year before I went on that trip to Nepal. I won’t keep you, since you seem hung over or high or something.”

“I’m not high,” Kai muttered, pulling some sweatpants over his boxers as Satya trotted out of his room. His sister was sort of like a volcano and sort of like an earthquake. And sort of like a hurricane mixed with a cyclone, all rolled into one.

“What do you need, Sats?” he asked, stumbling after her.

“I think I left it in the guest suite upstairs. That leather bag with all the pamphlets about the child brides. You remember? The pamphlets are kind of outdated now, but they were well designed. They’ll work in a pinch.”

“Let me look for it.” He was practically chasing her now. Satya was so fast. She was petite and perky and way too fast for ten in the morning. She was already halfway up the stairs. “Satya! Stop! Let me get it.”

“I’ll get it.” She waved a hand over her shoulder. “I know exactly where I left it.”

Me too
, thought Kai.
Because I moved it when I was fixing up that room for my odalisque.