Текст книги "A Turn of the Screwed "

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Chapter Seventeen

Keith got her untied and sitting on the bed. When he removed the nipple clamps, she winced, and he reflexively sucked first one, then the other nipple into his mouth, soothing and easing the ache in them.

She stroked his head, hesitant at first, then with more confidence.

When he knelt in front of her, he took her hands in his. “Let’s go take a shower, okay?”

She nodded.

He helped her up from the bed, keeping one arm around her as he led her to the master bathroom and into the shower. Once the water was running, and after he’d washed off her and him both, he held her as she burst into tears, sobbing against his shoulder.

He’d expected this, had seen enough of it from other women at the club to know it was a possible result of her crashing hard and deep into subspace.

Maybe she flat-out needed a good, hard cry considering all the emotional shit she’d been through the past few weeks and months.

“Did you mean it?” she eventually whispered.

He didn’t want to sound like a dumbass, but he wasn’t sure exactly what she meant. “Which part?”

“Yes,” she said.

That left him even more confused. He tipped her chin so she had to look him in the eyes. “Did I mean which part, sweetie?” he asked.

“All of it.”

He weighed his words carefully. On the one hand, he didn’t want to say the wrong thing and break her heart. On the other, he didn’t want to send her off into the arms of someone else, making Scott miserable in the process.

“I want you to be happy,” he finally settled on. “You’ve been beyond amazing, and I’ve felt badly that I haven’t been able to make this easier on you. I’ll do what you need me to do to make this easier.”

“That,” she whispered. “All of it. Everything you said. All of it.”

“Honest question. How drunk are you?”

“I’m not drunk anymore,” she said. “Not even buzzed.”

He touched her chin. “You really want to be my slave?”

She nodded.

He kept his finger there, on her chin. “You want me to do all those things I talked about?”

She nodded.

“You want me and Scott to get you pregnant?”

She nodded even harder.

Well, it definitely wasn’t the worst possible outcome. Not even a bad outcome, technically.

It just wasn’t in the ballpark of what he’d expected.

“You haven’t even seen me at my harshest,” he said. “How do you know you’ll want to be my slave?”

“Because I do.”

Lots of talking had to happen.

Lots.

Hours.

Weeks, even.

Between the three of them.

But for the next forty-eight hours or so, he could spend that time working with Noel, seeing if she’d really be that keen on the other side of things, when Scott got home.

He smiled. “He was right.”

“About what?”

“You are better at blowjobs than he is.”

She smiled, snuggling against him. “Told you.”

He snapped his fingers and pointed at the shower floor. Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees.

“Then get me hard again,” he said. “This time, I want to try my girl’s pussy.”

* * * *

She eagerly worshipped his cock, licking and sucking his balls, even working her tongue up his ass when he turned and spread his cheeks for her to do so.

Anything.

She’d do anything to keep feeling the way she’d felt while he’d been fucking her. Owned. Controlled.

Not alone.

Cared for.

Desired.

Loved.

Wanted.

The fantasies he’d rumbled in her ear as he’d taken and owned her ass had made her come harder than she could ever remember coming before.

Some of them were fantasies she’d already considered herself a time or two, but had thought she’d have to apply copious amounts of alcohol to the men to make them happen.

She loved it when he held her head and started fucking her mouth, almost certain he was going to shoot the next load down her throat.

But no, he stopped, withdrew his cock, grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her up to her feet, where he shoved her back against the tile wall. He nudged her feet wider apart and dipped his knees, using his fist to line up his cock at the entrance to her pussy. With her holding on to his shoulders, he reached up with his other hand and grabbed her chin again.

“Don’t close your eyes. Look me in the eyes when I’m fucking you like this,” he ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

He smirked. “Yeah. That. You can keep saying that. From now on, that’s how you address me.”

She started to say something, but then his cock slid into her, making her gasp as he buried himself all the way, his body rubbing against her clit.

Then he reached up, grabbing her sore nipples and twisting. “You’re still getting nipple rings,” he hoarsely said. “Maybe even tonight. I have a friend who does piercings. I’ll give him a call. The weather’s not too bad for him to come out. Wouldn’t that be something, Scott coming home and finding you like that?”

She gasped, both from the hotness of that thought and from the way his body was grinding against her swollen clit at the bottom of every stroke. “Yes, Sir.”

“Yeah, you know, I think I know how Scott’s going to find you when he comes home. I’m going to tie you down to the coffee table with a butt plug up your sweet ass, legs spread wide. I’m going to make him strip and go down on you while I sit on your face and you lick my balls while I tell him about the new status quo around here.”

She moaned, feeling her orgasm spiraling up, closer.

He twisted her nipples, hard, making her cry out and tip over the edge. “Holy fuck, girl. You did need an Owner, didn’t you? Poor baby. I promise I take good care of my property.” He leaned in and bit her left, then her right nipple, making her cry out and only intensifying the feel of his cock fucking her, the pleasure pouring through her body.

He reached up and grabbed her chin, pinning her head against the wall. “Who do you belong to?”

“You, Sir,” she gasped.

“Who owns this ass of yours?”

“You, Sir.”

He leaned in close. “You sure you want to get on this ride, baby? You’ve seen what I do to Scott.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Any conditions of your own?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He stopped moving. “What?”

“Just me and Scott,” she said. “No one else. Just the three of us.”

He kissed her, hard, his tongue fucking her mouth. “I promise,” he said. “That’s an easy promise to make, because the two of you will keep me more than busy enough.” He smiled down at her. “One of my hottest fantasies has been tying him down and sitting on his cock while you suck my cock and lick his balls.”

Her clit throbbed, another small orgasm racing through her. “Yes, Sir.”

“I like a little humiliation play,” he said. “Inside the bedroom only. I might cuckold you or him from time to time. You okay with that?”

“As long as it’s just play.”

He smiled. “I want to truss him up with a vibrator shoved up his ass, and you face-to-face with him while I fuck your sweet ass and you describe it to him,” he said. “Or maybe even I fuck your pussy and let him lick my juices out of you. Oooh.”

His eyes widened. “Yeeesss. That’s what he’ll find when he comes home tomorrow. With you trussed on the table with my rings through your nipples and a load of my cum in your pussy for him to lick out.”

He crushed his lips onto hers as she came again. “Oh, baby,” he hoarsely said. “You can’t lie to me. That made you come again. I felt it. Believe me, I’m going to make every last dirty fantasy in your mind come true. Yours and his and mine.”

Her eyes must have widened in surprise, because he laughed. “Oh, yes. Scott has had some dirty fantasies of his own, baby. Like putting you on your knees and making you suck my cock while he fucks your pussy. Or me fucking his ass while he eats you out.”

She hadn’t honestly considered the fact that maybe Scott was entertaining ideas like that.

Although, it certainly made sense.

And it made her feel better. That he hadn’t left her out of the equation. That when he was with Keith, he was still thinking about her, too.

He pulled out and spun her around, nudging her feet apart again as he slid his cock into her pussy from behind and started pounding her, hard. She put her hands out against the wall to keep from being driven headfirst into it.

“The next few weeks,” he said, his voice sounding strained, “don’t even worry about wearing clothes when you’re home. You’re going to be too busy getting fucked, or being used, to worry about clothes.”

With that he drove home, deep into her pussy one last time with a loud groan she suspected she was going to hear a lot more of over the near future.

It came as no small surprise to her to realize she already craved hearing it.

When he caught his breath he put her on her knees again in front of him and had her lick him clean while he stroked her wet hair.

“Such a good girl,” he said. “Don’t worry, no ATM. I’ll never make you do that.” He grinned. “But I can’t wait to fuck your pussy and then make him suck me clean. That’s going to be a fun first.”

Chapter Eighteen

Somehow, Noel knew Keith hadn’t been kidding about the nipple rings. A little bolt of terror shot through her when she emerged from the shower and found him on the phone with someone.

When he hung up, he smiled and pulled her close. “Let’s get everything ready. He’ll be here soon.”

“Who?”

He arched an eyebrow at her. “My friend who does piercings. He doesn’t live far from here. He’s got a portable kit. Don’t worry, he’s a pro. The weather’s not bad enough to keep him off the road.”

He reached down between her legs and stroked her clit. “Not today, but at some point, someone’s going to get a piercing in their clit hood, too. I’ll get Scott a PA, and then have fun with predicament bondage with the two of you, between your nipple rings and your other piercings, trying not to pull or tug on each other.”

He pinched her clit, not hard, but enough to make her moan. “Another rule. You’ve got neat little landing strip down there, but from now on, you stay completely shaved. Got it?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Bring the collar and cuffs from the bed and meet me in the dining room.”

She did, standing there and feeling nervous.

He joined her a few minutes later, carrying a few things. He now wore a pair of shorts, but she made out the semistiff outline of his cock through them.

He noticed where her gaze was focused.

“Yes, you seem to have an effect on me,” he said. “I won’t deny it. I thought I was well past liking women, but you’re different. You’re special.” He got the collar and cuffs fastened to her, then cleared off the dining room table and pointed. “Lie down. On your back.”

She no sooner did than he blindfolded her and started tying her down, tightly, legs spread wide, ass right at the edge.

“Don’t worry,” he told her. “He’s not going to molest you. I promised no one but me and Scott will touch you like that.”

She gasped as she felt his lips close on her clit. He flicked it with his tongue, sucking hard, alternating between licking and sucking until she was damn close.

Then the doorbell rang.

His mouth disappeared. “And there he is. Wait right there.” He patted the top of her head.

She heard him answer the door and welcome someone in.

“Holy fuck, dude,” the strange male voice said. “Since when do you play with women?”

“Long story. The guy I brought in a few weeks ago? This is his wife. She’s decided she wants in on the action, and I warned her this is part of the price she’ll pay.”

“Okay. Same rings?”

“Yep.”

She heard him set something down on the table, not far from her head.

“Oh,” Keith said. “You’ll want this.” He slid a ball gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.

The guy laughed. “Wow. Going full monty, huh?”

“Yep. I don’t do anything half-assed. You know that.”

“Yep.”

They talked for a few minutes as the guy prepared. She heard the sound of gloves being pulled on, then she jumped at the feel of hands on her nipples.

“Relax,” Keith sternly said. “He needs to do that.”

She tried, but whatever it was he wiped her nipples down with was cold, and wet.

“Might want to distract her,” the voice said.

“Oh, I can do that.”

She was aware of Keith moving down to the end of the table, between her legs. Then she heard him unzip and felt the head of his cock pressing into her pussy.

“Sorry,” Keith told her, “but I am a sadist. And watching you about to get pierced just makes my motor hum.” Then she heard a click and more humming before he pressed what she assumed was the Hitachi against her clit.

She moaned around the ball gag as the guy laughed. “Fuck, that’s hot. I’m going to go home and bang my lady.” She was aware of him doing something to her nipples, maybe marking them from the feel of it. Then, suddenly, Keith fell still with his cock deep inside her and flipped the vibrator setting to high.

A sharp, searing pain filled her right nipple as she screamed against the ball gag, an orgasm hitting her at the same time.

“That’s it, baby,” Keith said. “Scream for me. It’ll hurt for a little bit, then you’ll love them. Normally they make you stand up for the placement, but they’re rings. They’ll be straight enough.”

Sobbing, she cried even as she kept coming while the piercer apparently got the ring positioned and closed.

Keith started fucking her again, switching the vibrator back to low, but she knew what was going to happen as soon as he fell still again and flipped it to high.

Another searing pain through her left nipple made her scream, and Keith’s fingers dug into her outer thigh, where he was holding onto her with his free hand.

“Fuck, baby, those look so sexy on you. Now you’re properly marked as mine.” He kept the vibrator pressed against her clit as the guy finished putting the other ring in. Keith fucked her, hard, letting out that grunt that made her shiver when he came.

“Oh, yes,” he said, shutting off the vibrator. “That was fucking good. You wait right there, baby.”

She heard them talking, apparently money changing hands, the piercer explaining to him how to take care of the piercings, then the sounds of him washing his hands in the kitchen, packing his stuff, and leaving.

She lay there on the table for several long, silent minutes, trembling, tears still running down her face and pooling on the table beneath her. Her nipples hurt like holy fuck. Why the hell had she thought this would be a good idea?

This was not what she’d expected when she’d awakened that morning.

When Keith next spoke, close to her right ear and startling her, he whispered, “You’re mine. How does it feel to be totally owned, baby? When I had Scott’s done, he had a vibrating butt plug in and I was massaging his cock at the same time. I think I liked this better.”

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “And yes, not right now, but I can guarantee you there will be a clit hood piercing in your near future. I want Scott there to watch as I once again stake my ownership of you.”

She couldn’t help it, there was something so damn hot—and scary in the good way—about that, it made her horny.

“I bet those nipples are really sore, aren’t they, baby?”

She mumbled around the gag. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. That makes me even hornier.” She was aware of him walking around the end of the table, then the sound of a chair moving.

She felt his breath between her legs. “Get comfortable, girl. You’re going to be here for a while.” He started working a lubed butt plug up into her ass, making her moan and squirm as he did. He alternated doing that with licking and sucking on her clit, distracting her but not making her come. He followed that with the dildo from before, stuffing it into her pussy.

Then he lightly flicked her clit with his tongue, teasing, not sucking, not even close to making her come.

She started begging, pleading to come, the pain in her nipples fading away as sexual frustration took over. He reached up and unfastened the ball gag.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he sternly ordered. “Ask for it.”

“Please make me come, Sir. Please, make me come.”

“Are you horny?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Describe what’s happening to you.”

She didn’t even think about it. “My ass is stuffed, my pussy’s stuffed, and you’re teasing my clit, Sir.”

“And what’s in your nipples?”

“They’re your rings, Sir.”

“Who owns this no-longer-virgin ass?”

“You own my ass, Sir.”

“Who was the first person to fuck this sweet ass?”

“You were, Sir.”

He chuckled. “Yes, I was. It was a very sweet ass to fuck, too. A very sweet cherry to pop. I plan on fucking it a lot in the future.” He picked something up and it felt like he was fumbling around a little, trying to hold the dildo inside her as he lined up what she suspected was the Hitachi.

Then she heard it switch on. “Beg for it.”

“Please make me come, Sir!”

He touched the Hitachi to her clit, making her jump but then pulling it away before she could come. “Who’s cum is filling this sweet pussy right now?”

“Your cum, Sir.”

“That’s right. How many loads have I put in you so far today, and where?”

She could hear the Hitachi running, but he wasn’t.

Making.

Her.

Come.

Dammit.

“One in my mouth, one in my ass, and two in my pussy so far, Sir.”

“Very good.” He pulled the dildo out of her and touched it to her lips. “Open.”

She did, and he slid it in, not far enough to choke her. “Keep that in there, girl, and suck it clean. Pretend it’s my cock.”

Then she felt his cock slide into her pussy again. “This will be the fifth one,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been this horny. Oh, by the way? I’ve been recording this for Scott’s benefit when he gets home,” he said.

Momentary horror filled her, but then he touched the Hitachi to her clit again and flipped it to high. “Show him what a good little cocksucking slut you are for your new Owner.”

That was it. She moaned, sucking on the dildo as if it was a real cock, enjoying the way he was pounding his cock into her, shaking the whole damn table, until he let out that groan and fell still a few minutes later.

Even after, he didn’t pull the vibrator away, keeping her coming until he was ready to stop.

When he finally did, he said, “And that’s how you keep a pet satisfied. Well fucked, well cummed, and with the proper signs of ownership in place.

She shrieked a little, muffled by the dildo in her mouth, as he lightly touched first her left nipple, then her right.

He pulled the dildo from her mouth. “Who do you belong to, girl?”

“You, Sir,” she whispered, unable to deny it. She didn’t know how the past few hours had seismically shifted her world, but she wouldn’t fight it.

Maybe this was the happy ending she’d dreamed about, wished for.

“That’s right,” he said. He pulled his cock out of her, then she felt his fingers dip into her pussy, scooping out his cum and reaching up to her lips to make her suck them clean.

“That’s my cum you’re eating. Don’t worry, I’ve fed Scott plenty of my cum when it’s ended up outside him.” He laughed. “Oooh. There’s a fun game we can play. I can come all over one of you and make the other one lick it up.”

He slowly fucked three fingers inside her pussy. “I want a close-up of this.” His fingers pressed deep inside her, massaging, making her moan again.

How could she be so fucking horny after all she’d already been through today?

Then he slowly slid his fingers out. “That’s all me right there.” A moment later, he touched her lips, and she obediently opened, licking and sucking them clean. “That’s my cum she’s licking off my fingers. Cum fresh from my new pet’s pussy.”

He did it a couple more times, getting her worked up yet again.

“Okay,” he said. “Filming’s over.” He settled in the chair between her legs and his mouth closed over her clit.

This time, he licked and sucked until he made her beg him to stop making her come. When he leaned in to kiss her, she tasted herself and him on his lips.

“Let’s get you untied. I think that’s enough play for now.”

She trembled on shaky legs as he helped her to her feet after untying her. Then he pulled the blindfold off, and she was shocked to realize two hours had passed since he’d tied her to the table, five total since their confrontation in the kitchen.

She looked down at her nipples.

Yes, she now sported rings identical to Scott’s.

He grinned. “I’m thinking I’m going to tie him up and fuck his ass while you blow him while he watches that video I just took. What do you think?”

She stared into his eyes. “Whatever Sir wants.”

He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Sweetheart, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”