Shackled (21 page)

Oh, God
. She never would have thought the prospect of such a public exhibition would get her hot, but she’d never been this hot. She licked suddenly dry lips and clenched her pussy to keep her juices from flowing too freely.

“I’ve chosen this one. It has a nice feel in my hand.” Peter held a paddle in front of her so she could get a look at the wooden device, its business end a round and highly polished black.

“Slave,” he said aloud, “you willfully disobeyed your master. Is this correct?”

Because he’d intoned the question to allow everyone to hear it, she knew her answer had to match it.

“Yes, Master Peter. I did disobey my master.”

Her instant reward was two-fold. Jonathan pressed the button on the remote control of her vibrator, giving her a little added stimulation, and Peter ran a hand over her ass. She bit down on her gasp of pleasure. Someone in the room made a
hmm
sound.

“Do you accept your punishment, then, as right and just and your master’s due?”

“Yes, Master Peter.”

“You will receive six slaps of the paddle. You are free to respond however you wish.”

He bent close to her and drew in a deep breath.
He’s breathing me in
. That thought skittered over her nerve endings and added to her arousal.

“I can smell your heat. I can’t tell you how pleased I am that the prospect of a paddling turns you on, Bethany.” Peter nuzzled her ear and gave it a tiny lick. She shivered in response. Then, because he stood so close to her, she actually felt him draw his right arm back.

Whoosh. Smack
.

“Oh!” The sting of the polished wood on her naked ass was greater than the one Jonathan with his paddle had given her. The heat of this sting could have been liquid lava, flowing to every one of her erogenous zones. At the same time, the buzz from the vibrator added to the heat the wood had created.

Somewhere in the room, a woman gave a tiny moan.
Oh, my God, someone else is wearing one of these vibrators.

Whoosh. Smack
.

“Oh, God.” The tingling in her pussy grew this time, as Jonathan must have held the button down longer, because it felt as if the vibration kept caressing her clit.

Whoosh. Smack
.

Bethany closed her eyes as the sizzle and snap of sexual release gathered, seeping through her best efforts to stave it off. She whimpered and had no doubt that everyone in the room understood what that sound meant. She was so very close to orgasm and didn’t really know if she wanted to come or hold out, let it build even more. She’d discovered that when she clamped down and staved off the climax, the thrill of it was always bigger.

Peter gave her three more solid whacks with the paddle, in sharp, rapid succession. The buzz from the vibrator stayed steady throughout those last three blows. Bethany stifled a tiny cry as she went over the edge, into a gentle flood of rapture made all the more dizzying by the fact that a room full of people watched her come.

Peter caressed her heated flesh and trailed his middle finger so that he stroked down the crack of her ass to end at the opening of her cunt. She could feel how wet she was when he touched her there.

“I’m going to be drinking this very, very soon.” His words, whispered against her ear, made her moan.

Bethany felt the stocks open. Peter put his hands on her shoulders to help her stand up straight. Then he cupped her face in one hand and kissed her. Nothing like that tingling caress he’d given her the other night, this one was hot and wet, sultry and sensuous. His mouth devoured her, his tongue tasted her, urged hers to play.

She opened to him, his flavor instantly intriguing but different from her master’s. She felt herself begin to drown in the kiss.

Too soon, Peter raised his head and turned her around. “Go to your other master.”

Dazed, her emotions and libido both fired and in total chaos, she walked toward Jonathan. His wide smile assured her she’d pleased him. His kiss, when he gathered her in, was wild, carnal, and possessive and told her she’d aroused him, as well.

“The rest of what we’ll do together is just for us three. Let’s go home,” he said.

Bethany was all for that.

Jordan said goodnight to them at the bottom of the stairs. His wink made her blush. The orgasm she’d enjoyed in the school room had been just a tiny one, more like a pop than a bang, yet he’d obviously realized it had taken place. In the wake of that tiny climax, she was left shivery, on edge, and very hungry for more.

“Why don’t I drive?” Peter asked as Jonathan helped her into her dress.

“Yes, why don’t you?” Then Jonathan bent down and said, “That way I’ll be free to enjoy my delectable sub on the way home.”

The parking valet nodded and handed the keys to Peter, who went around to the driver’s door.

Jonathan slipped his suit jacket off and opened the back door. “Get in, sweetheart. And take that dress off again.”

Bethany was shaking by the time Jonathan got into the car. He tossed his jacket in the front then helped Bethany out of her dress.

“Here, let’s free you of this.” Jonathan scooped her off the seat and gently pulled the thong away and then off of her. He turned her so she was on his lap, her back pressed against his front, and spread her legs wide.

“Very sweet cunt you have there, Bethany. Do you want me to fuck it?”

She looked up and encountered Peter’s stare in the mirror.

“He’s your master now, too, sweetheart,” Jonathan said. “No matter what, you must always answer your master.” Jonathan’s words caressed the shell of her ear, and his tongue slipped out to give her a gentle lick. The action made her shiver.

“Yes, Master Peter. I want you to fuck my cunt.”

He flashed a grin in the mirror.

Jonathan cupped her breasts with his hands then pulled the top of her bustier down, revealing her naked flesh. He pinched her nipples and pulled on them.

Bethany moaned and arched her back.

“You like having your breasts played with, your nipples pinched and sucked?” Peter drove the car through the city streets yet still seemed able to watch her and what Jonathan was doing to her in the mirror.

“Yes, Master Peter, I like that very much.”

“Lean forward, sweetheart,” Jonathan said.

When Bethany complied, Jonathan unfastened the bustier. He dropped it onto the car floor. Then he pulled her back against him, spread her legs once more, and pulled her arms up around his neck.

“Now I can play,” he said.

“Oh, God.” Bethany felt wild and wanton, stretched out on one man’s lap while another kept watch in the rearview mirror.

“You’ve been saying that a lot, lately.” Jonathan smiled and resumed playing with her nipples then ran his hands down to caress lightly across her slit.

“It’s your fault if I have.” That sounded a little outside of the sub-to-master paradigm, but Bethany was so aroused and needed to come so badly she didn’t care.
Maybe he’ll punish me again for insubordination
. Now that certainly was something to hope for.

“You’re welcome.”

“You sound a little stressed, Bethany. What do you need, sweetheart?”

She could hear Peter’s smile in his voice. She didn’t know the man as well as she did Jonathan, but she didn’t think he was laughing at her. Rather, she believed he was smiling because before long, they were all going to get naked together.

She’d become a sensual woman, a sexual woman, and a feeling of freedom soared through her. She knew she had only to ask and she would be given satisfaction, and that knowledge filled her heart and mind, body and soul.

She had no doubt that Jonathan would take care of her, no matter what.

“I need to come.” She began to undulate against Jonathan. She felt his cock harden even more beneath her, and her pussy began to ready itself for him. “I need to feel my master’s hot, hard cock inside me. Please, Master.” She turned her head and began to lick Jonathan’s neck. “Please fuck me.”

The interior of the car became darker because they’d left the city behind. She knew they’d be at Jonathan’s house in fifteen minutes.

She didn’t
want
to wait.

Jonathan inhaled sharply and ran his hands up and down her body, from pussy to breasts. He kept her so aroused it amazed her she didn’t burst into flames.

“You want me to fuck you here, now?”

“Oh, God, yes!
Please
.”

“Here.” Peter’s hand stretched over his head toward her. She reached out and took the condom he offered her.

“Then do it, baby,” Jonathan said. “Put that sheath on my cock and then impale your hot cunt on it. Do it now.”

Chapter 18

Jonathan helped Beth turn around. Her hands shook as she opened his pants. It didn’t take her long to free his cock from its confinement. When she seemed to have trouble with the condom, he itched to take it from her. Instead, he exercised patience. And damn near came when she smoothed the latex down over his flesh.

“Come here.” He pulled her forward. She reached down, centered his cock then sank down onto him.

Jonathan closed his eyes to hang on to his control, to keep himself from coming like some randy sixteen-year-old getting his first taste of pussy in the backseat of a car.

“That good, huh?” Peter’s tone didn’t tease. Jonathan opened his eyes and met his friend’s gaze in the mirror.

“Incredible,” he said.

“You feel so good inside me.” Bethany had closed her own eyes. The look on her face was half tortured, half euphoric.

He bracketed her hips with his hands and helped her ride him.

“The next time you ride Master Jonathan like that, you’ll be sucking my cock. What do you think of that, slave?”

“Mmm, yes, Master. I’ve discovered I love sucking cock. And I very much want to taste yours.”

“Christ,” Peter said.

“You have a very talented mouth, my sweet.” Jonathan had to speak between clenched teeth because the hot silk of Bethany’s cunt had his cock twitching, ready to explode.

“Oh, please.” Bethany shook with her need to come. Jonathan kept her pace slow and steady, drawing out the pleasure for both of them.

“You need Master Peter’s permission to come, Beth.” Though Jonathan thought he just might begin to shake himself if he didn’t come soon.

“Please, Master Peter. Please let me come.”

“Not yet, Bethany. To hell with next time. I want to be a part of that little party back there, now. Just another minute. We’re almost home.”

Jonathan met Beth’s gaze as he continued to move her up and down on his cock, his hips aiding in the effort to give her the best ride she’d ever had.

Having Peter in control, watching, added another dimension to the pleasure-pain of pure sexual abandon. The scent of Eros, musky, sweet, acted like a drug to his senses.

“So good, baby. You’re so damn good.” Jonathan leaned forward, captured her lips with his. His tongue plundered her mouth much the same as his cock plundered her cunt.

The car came to a stop, and cold air rushed in when Peter threw open the driver’s door. Then he pulled open the back door, got into the backseat with them.

Jonathan released Bethany’s lips and turned toward his friend. That makes all three of us shaking, he thought.

Peter knelt on the seat and pulled his zipper down. “The two of you have me so hot I can’t wait.”

Bethany didn’t need an invitation, or direction. But Peter put his hand on her head and drew her toward him anyway.

“Take my cock inside your mouth, Bethany. Suck me off.”

“Yes, Master.” Bethany opened her mouth and took Peter’s cock in deep, moving her head up and down.

Jonathan could imagine the sensation of her wonderful tongue, that incredible suction, and he shivered as his seed began to move in him.

“Damn, you look good with cock in your mouth, sweetheart,” he said.