At Her Husband's Command Page 7

  God, she wanted to come. She wanted those hands and mouths between her legs, driving her to orgasm.

  The fingers and palms grew more exploratory, delving between her buttocks, and finally parting her pussy lips. She tensed around a finger that probed into her entrance and she tried to buck for more but was hindered by the ropes.

  She opened her eyes.

  “Ah, sub, are we teasing you?” Kyle asked, holding up his hands.

  So it was Rupert fingering her. “Yes… Sir.”

  The finger in her pussy wriggled. Rupert’s breaths were washing over her shoulder and the heat of his chest blasting onto her back.

  Kyle grinned and held up a black wand with a domed head. She knew what it was and it vibrated like crazy, bringing orgasms to the surface with incredible speed.

  “Do you want to come?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “So greedy.”

  “Sorry, Sir.”

  “You will be.” He flicked a switch and the wand hummed to life. Pressing his hand over the end, he gave a satisfied nod. “Should do the trick.”

  “Would you mind if…?” Ivor said.

  Kyle looked at him.

  Tia did her best to do the same. She could just see him out of the corner of her eye. He appeared to be holding a camera.

  “Not at all. As long as we get to have copies of the images.”

  “Naturally,” Ivor said. “And they’re exclusively for the club website if you approve of them, nothing else.” He paused. “Which as you know is always the case.”

  “Absolutely.”

  Tia groaned. Not only was she harnessed naked to the ceiling, about to have the wicked wand treatment, she was also going to be photographed with the two doms who were playing the scene.

  “Ah, you know what’s coming, baby girl, don’t you,” Rupert said, then nibbled her ear. “I take it she likes this toy, Kyle.”

  “I don’t know if like is the right word.” Kyle shrugged out of his jacket and placed it on the spanking bench. He then stepped back up to her, wand wielded like a weapon. “Spread her.”

  Rupert slipped his fingers from her pussy and lifted her right leg up and over the crook of his arm. The toes of her left foot remained on the floor.

  Her balance faltered a little but she tried to relax into the ropes.

  “Steady, I’ve got you,” Rupert said, placing a hand on her waist. “Just let yourself and your pleasure be owned by us.”

  She closed her eyes. What he’d said was true. She was owned by them and she knew they’d see to it that they had fun controlling her, pushing her.

  Kyle parted her labia, exposing her clit.

  He pressed the buzzing wand against it.

  “Ah, fuck!” she cried. It was so intense. It covered such a large area, not just her needy nub but the whole of her mound. There was no escape.

  But right now she didn’t want to. She held her breath and pressed into the fast vibrations. It was as though all the tiny tendons and muscles around her clit had contracted. It was growing so fast. She tensed her belly, sucked in a huge lungful of air and allowed her head to fall back. Her crown settled against Rupert and she was aware of his erection, pushing through his trousers against the crack of her buttocks.

  “Come,” Kyle said. “No permission needed, just come.”

  “Yes, yes…” She did; the wand was that good and that fast. An orgasm gripped her and pulsed against the domed head. Bliss rocketed through her body. Her nipples throbbed as the climax spread over her skin and she gasped for breath.

  The orgasm faded.

  Kyle kept the wand pressed against her.

  It was sensation overload. She battled against the ropes, fought against Rupert who was still holding her leg up and keeping a tight hold of her waist.

  “Easy now, easy…” Kyle said. “There’s more, you know there is. This is what happens when you can’t resist a little fiddle down below, you have to take the consequences of your actions.”

  Her pussy quivered. Her clit pulsated.

  Still the vibrations continued, they flooded her pelvis, spreading from the delicate bundle of nerves to her womb and arse. “I can’t…”

  “Yes. You can. Now, come again.” He adjusted the speed and the buzzing intensified.

  Once more she cried out. A long, wailing shriek. No need to keep quiet here, which was just as well as she wouldn’t have been able to.

  Another orgasm bloomed. It was a relief to feel it coming, it made the vibrations mean something.

  Breath held, she allowed it to swamp her, spasming through the intense feelings sweeping over her body.

  On and on the wand spun her into ecstasy. It didn’t let up. She tried to clamp her legs together but Rupert held her wide.

  Suddenly the wand was gone.

  She slumped, exhausted, and was aware of a dribble of moisture leaking down her inner thigh.

  She cracked open her eyes. Kyle’s expression was one of delight and his eyes sparkled. “You’re so beautiful.”

  “I… I…” She was breathless, her body hardly felt like her own, she was simply a hostage to sensations.

  “You want more?” He raised his eyebrows. “Okay then.”

  The wand was back.

  She howled.

  Rupert chuckled.

  The camera was clicking away.

  “Take it, one more, one more and then we’ll fuck you,” Kyle said.

  She gritted her teeth, concentrated on the wand that was terrorising her clit and the sensitive tissues around it. She was so swollen and wet, a mass of orgasmic heat.

  Tensing and twisting, she tried to break free, but it was no use.

  Should she safeword? She couldn’t orgasm again, not in such a short space of time. Not this type of raw, merciless orgasm anyway. Kyle’s cock was different; then she was full, the stimulation on her clit intermittent.

  “Come,” Rupert said, his voice low and sexy by her ear, “come so we can fuck you and fill your pretty little pussy.”

  Oh, she wanted that, she really did. She needed filling, that void within her cried out for a dom’s cock.

  Concentrating, she found a seed of pleasure amongst the cacophony of other vibrations burning through her pussy. She clung onto it. Ceased all movement and allowed the two men surrounding her to hold her, and push her to a place that created rainbows behind her eyelids and turned every muscle in her body catatonic.

  Suddenly it was there, no longer a seed but a great tsunami of orgasm racing toward her. It rose, built, then toppled her into an effervescent climax that burst through her, ripping pleasure from her nerves and spreading it around her body.

  “Fucking awesome,” Ivor said.

  “Keep going,” Kyle said, “take more.”

  “No, no…” she gasped. “Please…” Her throat was hoarse, she fought the ropes and lifted her foot from the floor so she was hanging on them and Rupert.

  Suddenly the wand was gone.

  Kyle shoved his fingers into her pussy. “Damn, you’re dripping,” he said.

  She couldn’t answer. Her brain didn’t feel like her own, it was myriad electrical impulses tumbling with need and want.

  “You’re going to be so silky on our cocks,” Kyle went on, “so fucking soft and silky.” He found her lips and kissed her, his tongue stroking over hers.

  Tia moaned and slumped as far as her bindings would allow. She was spent, wrung out. Yet still they wanted more from her.

  Kyle released her and stepped away. He placed the wand on the dresser then turned to Rupert. “My friend, would you like first go? I believe you have yet to find release tonight.”

  Rupert lowered her feet to the floor so she was back on both tiptoes. Tia allowed the ropes to hold her completely and concentrated on the thudding travelling from her nipples to her cunt.

  “That’s very kind of you,” Rupert said. “And, yes, thank you. Your sub’s cries have given me quite the hard-on.”

  “Good. I’ll enjoy watchin
g her being fucked while she hangs in this state.”

  Their words seemed to shimmy through Tia’s brain. She knew Kyle enjoyed seeing other men fuck her. He often talked about it as one of his favourite fantasies and was keen to make it happen whenever they were at club events.

  Luckily she’d never been the monogamous sort so enjoyed being with other men, with her master’s permission of course. She would never dream of it otherwise, not since she’d been in the lifestyle anyway.

  To her right, Rupert was stripping off.

  His chest was broad and coated in dark hair, and his abdomen, though not a six-pack, was lean and long.

  He removed his trousers and boxers, releasing his cock that was several shades darker than the rest of his body.

  He gripped the end and walked over to her.

  “Here,” Kyle said, handing him a condom.

  “Thanks.” He took it and rolled it on.

  Tia was aware of her pulse pounding in her ears. Her arms were still surprisingly comfortable and she held them still within the ropes, but just the same, Ivor walked over and touched her fingers.

  “All okay?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  “This is going to be good,” Rupert said. “Lottie will be sorry to miss seeing this. She enjoys this sort of thing.”

  “She’ll have the pictures,” Ivor said, picking up the camera again.

  “And there’ll be other times,” Kyle said. “Perhaps Lottie would enjoy being side by side with Tia.”

  “I’m sure she would.” Rupert stooped and slid his hands behind Tia’s legs. He hoisted them upwards so that her pussy was spread before him.

  She moaned and allowed her head to fall back. She was suspended in the air, open for cock.

  Rupert swung her closer. His aim was perfect and he pushed into her pussy, his way eased by her arousal.

  “Fuck, yeah,” he muttered, “that’s so good.”

  As he sank to full depth, she locked her legs behind his waist. He’d filled her so completely. That’s what she’d needed—big, hard cock filling her.

  He gripped her waist.

  “Yeah, that’s amazing,” Ivor said. “So damn good.”

  Out of the corner of her eye, Tia could see Ivor taking pictures: real close, far away, up high, and low down.

  Rupert pulled her almost off his cock then back onto it.

  He set up a steady rhythm, pounding in and out of her, stimulating her already poor, beaten clit.

  “Ah, fuck, I’m not going to last, too riled up,” Rupert moaned.

  Tia mewled; she wanted a deep orgasm, one that hit her G-spot too.

  Rupert sped up, thumping in and out of her. His cock rod-hard.

  Suddenly he froze, his balls rammed up against her arse.

  “Fuck. Yeah. Holy crap, that’s it.” He came with a series of short, sharp thrusts.

  Tia hugged his shaft with her internal muscles.

  “Oh, yeah, baby, you know how to do it.” He gripped her arse cheeks and squeezed. “Keep going.”

  She did, hugging him tight as he groaned then finally withdrew.

  Kyle helped her rest her feet on the floor. He then rubbed her shoulders and around her neck. “That was incredible to witness, you’re incredible.”

  “I want you, Sir,” she said, a tear spilling over. “I need you.”

  “And you’re going to get me.”

  She realised he was naked, and hard. Ready to take Rupert’s place.

  “Can you get some shots of me and my wife, Ivor?” he asked.

  “Naturally.”

  The same way Rupert had done, Kyle hooked her legs up and wrapped them around his waist.

  In one, sweet glide that felt like coming home, he was seated deep inside her.

  She allowed her head to fall back and pressed her clit up against his familiar body. He’d take her where she needed to go.

  “Come for me, one last time, hug my cock,” he said. “Sweet, gorgeous sub, show me that you’re mine.”

  “Always yours… forever.”

  “Show me.”

  Tia clamped her legs tighter around the man who was her world. Who had taken her to places she’d never dreamed of going and had shown her aspects of her desires and erotic soul that she’d never have discovered without his help.

  Despite her earlier orgasms, Kyle soon had another teetering on the verge of release. He was an expert with his cock and knew just how to rub against her clit in a way that teased then provided satisfaction.

  Her fingers were tingling now, but she ignored it. Her pussy ached and her clit would be tender and sore the next day. But she didn’t care. All that mattered was coming again with her master buried deep inside her.

  She thought of Lottie taking Kyle in her mouth, of Rupert fucking her. The clamps on her nipples dragged snippets of pain from her each time Kyle swung her away then pounded into her.

  It was there; another sweet, dense, heart-stopping climax.

  “I’m coming,” she gasped, enjoying not having to ask for permission. “Oh, Sir, I’m coming… so hard.”

  Would she survive it? The emotions were so intense, wild-fire around her nerves.

  She succumbed to the toppling, spasming sensations that held her captive. For a moment time no longer existed, the world stopped spinning on its axis. Kyle filled her, held her, was the very breath that entered her lungs and circulated her body.

  His cock throbbed within her.

  He let out a long, low howl, completely uninhibited and unhindered by fear of being heard.

  Their orgasms mixed together, spinning, whirling, and churning.

  She shut her eyes, tears rushed down her cheeks.

  Agony attacked her nipples. Hot blood rushing to fill them.

  Rupert had tugged the clamps off.

  “Ahh…” she yelled as another orgasmic wave rushed through her. “Please.”

  Rupert chuckled.

  Ivor took more photographs.

  A full body tremble attacked Kyle, then he stilled, with his hands fixed around her waist.

  Tia arched her back, leaning almost horizontal.

  After a moment of allowing her to stay in that catatonic state, Kyle slipped his cock from her and carefully rested her legs down.

  Ivor was there, unhooking her arms from the ceiling.

  Her legs were weak, good for nothing, and she slumped.

  Rupert’s arms were around her, holding her up. “Hey, we’ve got you.”

  “It’s okay, little one,” Kyle said, cupping her cheeks and setting a kiss over her lips. “Give into it. I’ll take care of you.”

  She closed her eyes and allowed blackness to embrace her. It was a dreamy, half-comatose state and she adored it.

  The ropes were loosening, and as they did so her hands were rubbed and massaged. After a few minutes her binds were completely removed.

  “I don’t think we could have left her any longer,” Ivor said. “That was enough.”

  Someone stroked her forearms, rubbing over the indents on her skin.

  “Enough for her to have maximum pleasure,” Kyle whispered against her hair.

  She smiled weakly, enjoying his closeness.

  “I think the evening has been maximum pleasure for us all,” Rupert said. “Thank you for hosting, Ivor.”

  “You’re very welcome. I hope you and Lottie will visit us again.”

  “We’d love to, and you must come to us also.”

  A blanket was wrapped around Tia’s shoulders, the material fluffy and soft. Kyle scooped her up, carrying her in his strong arms. “Where shall we go?”

  “I think with the other subs, don’t you?” Ivor said.

  “Yes, she’d like that.”

  Tia snuggled against him as he walked.

  Soon the softness of a bed was beneath her and the blankets pulled up. There was a warm body next to her; she wasn’t sure if it was Melody or Lottie but she was content to make skin contact and let slumber wash over
her.

  Kyle kissed her forehead.

  “They look so pretty,” Rupert said.

  “Yes, they do. Perfect subs,” Ivor added.

  “And I think we’ve exhausted them.” Kyle gave a quiet laugh. “Not an easy task with three sassy, strong submissives who like to push boundaries.”

  “So do you think we should go and have a port while they sleep it off?” Ivor asked quietly.

  “Good plan.”

  Chapter Nine

  Melody slept, enjoying the heat of resting bodies near her. She knew it was the other two submissives; their sweet scent and delicate, shallow breathing told her that. Plus, their deep slumber let her know that they had a great time. Kinton Kink Club had hit the spot again.

  But she couldn’t help miss having Ivor there. He was the one person she truly liked to sleep next to. She sat and glanced at the full moon shining through the window. Its silvery glow spilt across the carpet and halfway up the wall on the opposite side of the bedroom.

  In the ethereal light she could make out Lottie next to her. Her hair fanned out daintily on the pillow, and her rosebud lips were slightly parted. Her lashes were long and rested almost on her cheeks and her collar’s silver buckle sat just above the hollow of her throat.

  Her youth and pretty features once again sent a shard of jealousy through Melody. She hated herself for it. Envy was such a bitter emotion and could sneak up and attack with such haste.

  She liked Lottie. She seemed to be fun and easy-going. She was clearly in love with her master and serious about the lifestyle. Melody wanted her to be happy and successful living in Kinton, and for it to have been the right choice for them to move from London. With this in mind, her jealousy was made all the more sour because her rational self couldn’t chase it away.

  Since when had she not been in tune with her emotions?

  Since the needling thought had crept into her psyche that Ivor might leave her for a younger model.

  Goddamn her brain!

  Needing to move, to use up some of the fractious energy in her limbs, Melody stood and went to the window. On the way she glanced at the clock; it was a little past one a.m.

  Rupert’s car was still on the drive, a thin layer of moisture sparkling on the windscreen. The men were still here, likely drinking the port and chatting about the club and putting the world to rights.