Authors: Tina Donahue
Shoshana would, though Nikki wasn’t about to bring her up
again. “You’re the boss.”
Connor smiled. “That’s right. Let’s make a film.”
The sexiest words Nikki had ever heard. In her peripheral
vision, she saw Mitch moving closer, taking the shot. As she’d done earlier,
she touched the crops and cat ‘o nine tails first, a bit more tentatively this
time, then selected the belt. Head down, pulse racing, she offered it to
Connor.
With it in dangling from his fist, he said, “Go to the
table.”
There, Nikki spread her legs so they’d reach the shackles on
the floor. She placed her hands palm down on the wood and noted her reflection
in the mirror. Her glitter was intact. So were her feathers, the shadows they
created hiding her blush. Only her parted lips and shallow breaths revealed her
escalating expectation and desire.
Connor secured her ankles first, the cool bite of the metal
and its snap jarring her. He ran his hand up the inside of her leg, touching
the back of her knee, her thigh, edging closer to her cunt.
Nikki moaned. He stood, imprisoning her wrists within the
manacles, his erect cock brushing her buttocks, tempting her as his fingers
just had. It was beyond her endurance. She wanted him inside her now and fought
against the restraints.
“Stop it.” He pushed her hands back to the table. “You don’t
move. You submit.”
“Unless she’s changed her mind,” Mitch said.
“Have you, Nikki?” Connor asked.
She huffed out a frustrated sigh and shook her head. “Not
even close.”
“Then do as you’re told,” he ordered.
Easy for him to say. Biting back an oath, Nikki leaned
forward to take the leather phallus in her mouth. It was farther away than
she’d anticipated, causing her to strain for it. In doing so, she had to stand
on tiptoes, which lifted her ass even more.
“Good,” Connor said, one hand on the crease between her
cheeks, the other gripping the belt he’d soon use on her. “Take as much of it
into your mouth as you can.”
The texture was identical to skin, the flavor a surprise.
Instead of leather, Nikki tasted cinnamon and sugar. Gratified, she licked its
contours, moving her lips down its length, watching herself. She looked
positively decadent, trapped and helpless, awaiting her master’s next move.
“Film her, not me,” Connor said, stepping away. “Take a
close up of her eyes now and her lips around the phallus.”
“Where are you going?” Mitch asked.
“Here.”
In the mirror, Nikki saw Connor stop at a table next to the
door. He grabbed a long tube of something she hadn’t noticed earlier.
“What is that?” Mitch asked.
“Lubrication.” He picked up a shiny red packet next.
A condom. He was going to take her anally after whipping
her. Nikki sank her teeth into the phallus, her heart beating wildly. She
watched in fascination as Connor returned, the strap hanging over his shoulder.
Placing the lubrication and rubber on another small table to the right, he went
to her side, facing his brother.
Mitch pressed the camera’s stop button, pulling the
equipment from his eye. “You’re going to punish her now?”
Connor wrapped the end of the belt twice around his palm,
then whipped it into the air, testing it.
Nikki whimpered at the snapping sound it made.
“Yep,” Connor said.
“You’re still okay with this?” Mitch asked her.
She couldn’t wait. “Yeah,” she said around the phallus.
Connor bent at the waist, his face close to hers. “What was
that?”
“You have changed your mind?” Mitch asked, also bending down
to her.
Nikki eased back, freeing her mouth. “No damn way.”
“If you do at any time,” he said, “let us know.”
“If I pound the table with my fists, you’ll know to stop.
Until then, let’s do this. Let’s make a fucking film.”
“Hey,” Connor said, smacking her ass with the flat of his
hand. “You don’t get to say that.”
“Then punish me for it,” she goaded.
Mitch whistled at her gall. Connor smiled. The kind a master
gives his slave when he knows she’s been bad and will pay dearly for it. “You
bet I will.”
His promise stripped her of any protection. He’d now do what
he wanted…what she’d insisted upon. Her nudity seemed more complete than ever
before, her vulnerability absolute. She dug her nails into the wood’s rough
surface, not caring that it would ruin her manicure. She eased her mouth over
the phallus, resuming her earlier position.
Connor directed Mitch to start filming again. He turned the
camera back on, lifting it to his eye.
The rain pounded harder against the window’s panes. Downstairs,
rock music played, its raucous thump-thump-thump weakened by distance. Connor
rounded the table, taking in his slave, the sacrifice of her body, freedom and
will to his. His pace was painstakingly slow, his manner imperious. Stopping to
her right, he flicked the belt twice, well above her head, but close enough to
let Nikki know what she was in for.
The suspense made her dizzy. Her fingers ached from pressing
them into the table, her toes from the awkward position. The air was humid and
oppressive, her cunt aching for relief she wouldn’t soon get.
Mitch inched closer. So did Connor.
She watched his reflection in the mirror. He lifted his arm
to shoulder height and pulled it back, his biceps tensing, fingers clutching
the leather, the end of it swinging free then coming down.
Nikki heard the strap’s whistle a second before it cracked
against her buttocks. Her mouth sagged open at the resultant sting, the phallus
preventing her from crying out. Tears pricked her eyes. Not from pain, but the
rush of warmth flowing through her, like nothing she’d ever known. She purred,
wanting more.
Connor whipped her again, a bit harder this time.
Her cunt was dripping, her nipples tapping the table with
her jagged breaths. He brought the strap down twice more. Unbelievable
sensations raced from her ass to her cunt, past her throat to the top of her
head. Nikki had to keep herself from making fists, fearful Connor or Mitch
would misinterpret her reaction and stop.
She submitted even more, lifting her ass to meet each lick of
the strap, watching her punishment, seeing the perspiration coating her throat,
the sweat rolling down Connor’s chest.
He panted as much as she did, at last flinging the belt
aside. It hit one of the walls with a solid thwack and fell to the floor. He grabbed
the lubrication.
“Get a shot of this,” he ordered Mitch, then paused to gulp
air. “I want a close up of me putting it on her.”
The muscles within Nikki’s pussy twitched. She jerked at how
cold the substance was, him touching her anus.
“Don’t,” Connor said, grabbing her spanked cheek, squeezing
it to let her know she had to hold still.
The pain he generated was minimal, the excitement brutal and
rich. She stopped wiggling, welcoming whatever he did.
With the camera recording his actions, Connor continued to
smear the lubrication on her anus, taking his time as though he wanted to draw
out her subjugation. On her helpless whimper, he pushed his finger inside her.
The assault was so intimate, so damn autocratic, Nikki bit
into the phallus, her only means of maintaining some control. To submit as he’d
ordered, allowing him to continue.
Seconds stretched into minutes with him exploring this part
of her, heedless of her quickened breaths and moans. She was so narrow his
finger seemed enormous, inadequate to prepare her for his rod that was at least
three times thicker.
His manner said the matter was hers to worry about, his to
enjoy. Finished with moistening her entry, he released his finger and spoke to
Mitch.
“Get a shot of her eyes again while I do this.”
Nikki heard him tearing the condom’s wrapper. She pictured
him taking the silky latex out and easing it up his length so he could bury
himself within her anus. Did he expect her to be untried there? She was with
him. That’s all that mattered.
He continued to direct Mitch. “As soon as I’m ready, film my
cock penetrating her.”
“Did they have rubbers in those days?”
“I’ll Photoshop it out. Just do it.”
No freaking kidding. Any more delay would have her fighting
the restraints again, pounding her fists into the damn table, crying out as she
wanted to do at this moment…not in frustration, but satisfaction at what Connor
was doing.
He pressed the head of his cock into her anus, assessing the
strength of her barrier. It was no match for his conviction to have what he now
owned. He opened her as a master would, his actions insistent, demanding she
relax her muscles, granting him full entry, or risk another whipping.
Nikki wanted that, but craved this first, acceding to his
body’s demands, allowing hers to become a means to his satisfaction.
He didn’t rush, stretching Nikki beyond what she thought she
could endure, his crown feeling huge within her anus. When it was firmly
inside, he placed his fingers on either side of her cheeks, pulling them apart.
It was so wonderfully wanton, Nikki trembled.
Mitch dipped the camera, recording his brother piercing her
flesh, sinking deeper, yet still not fully within.
Nikki guessed over half of his cock was inside. He wouldn’t
settle for anything less than every blessed inch. Nor would she. Calling on the
same grit that had seen her through other challenges, Nikki relaxed her muscles
and wiggled her ass, encouraging him to try again.
Connor pressed his fingers into her buttocks. A chastisement
because she’d dared move? No. A means to anchor her as he eased back slightly,
then plunged deeper. She gasped, the phallus muting the sound. He groaned
without censure, the same as any man seeking fulfillment.
Not content with the space that still separated them, he
labored to get closer, using her shamelessly, shuddering when their bodies
finally touched.
The sting of his entry had long since passed, replaced by
pleasure so enjoyable Nikki could scarcely breathe.
Connor was having the same difficulty. “Her eyes and mouth,”
he gasped.
“What about them?” Mitch asked.
He sounded distracted, absorbed by the act. Nikki couldn’t
blame him. Connor had taken to easing out of her, then thrusting back inside to
open her as much as he could. Even if he’d had a sudden change of mind and
directed her to resist, she couldn’t. This was too sinfully wicked to stop.
He pumped steadily, his pace matching the incessant bass
coming from downstairs, his sac tapping her ass.
“Get a shot of them,” Connor panted.
“Of what?” Mitch asked.
“Them, dammit.”
“Huh?”
Mitch sounded so far gone, Nikki couldn’t help but giggle.
Connor cut it short with one slow stroke across her clit that made her hair
stand on end. She whimpered, wanting him to continue. He ran his fingers down
her cleft instead. An easy matter given how wet she was.
As if that pleased him, he returned to her nub, rubbing it
as he used her anus for his own gratification. His groans and her muffled gasps
mingled, drowning out the music and the rain’s noise. Beneath all the sounds,
Nikki heard Mitch.
He breathed as heavily as they did. Watching him in the
mirror, she saw he’d forgotten about the camera, cradling it beneath his arm
rather than filming this. Held by what he was witnessing, his expression was
that of a man who wouldn’t remain on the sidelines for long.
Chained as she was, Nikki wasn’t going anywhere.
Connor used her captivity to his benefit. He slowed his
thrusts and the strokes on her clit, leaving her hanging just short of orgasm,
giving her body no choice except to shiver with disappointment, then settle
down. The moment Nikki reached that state, weak and breathless, he started up
again, tempting and teasing her.
She cried out her misery, the sounds stifled by the phallus.
She hated him for what he was doing and loved him too. He knew she needed this
discipline, for him to deny her as she’d done to him and Mitch all these years.
Connor certainly made her pay for that crime and the others
she’d committed. She grew limp while still being strung out, too tense to
breathe, yet too tired to oppose his actions. She was trapped completely, but
oddly free, the most curious state she’d ever experienced.
He made it last, bringing them to orgasm grudgingly with
feathery strokes on her nub and strong thrusts into her anus. For minutes, he
masturbated her while pumping, reducing Nikki to whimpering moans.
Holding back nothing, Connor bellowed his release, but
didn’t stop thrusting or rubbing her clit. He seemed to want to cling to the
act, the powerful sensations it generated, until there was nothing left to
experience. Nikki shivered uncontrollably, her jaw aching from biting into the
leather, her body unable to take much more. Thankfully, Connor’s pumping
finally slowed. His hand fell away from her clit, his knees bumping into the
backs of hers.
She drew her mouth away from the phallus and rested her
cheek on the table. Eyes closed, heart thumping, she heard Mitch put the camera
down and pad closer.
“My turn,” he said.
Oh no, hell no. She couldn’t endure much more. She had to
rest first.
Without complaint, Connor pulled out of her, leaving Nikki
to his brother. The wood recorded Connor’s uneven steps. He drooped to the
floor and lay spread-eagle, the condom dangling from his flaccid rod.
Mitch grabbed another for himself. Nikki expected him to put
it on and mount her.
He did not.
She glanced at the belt resting near his foot. “Are you
going to whip me too?”
Not answering, Mitch picked up the strap and went to her.
Chapter Ten
He wrapped the leather twice around his palm as Connor had,
noting how Nikki watched him. Her lids were heavy with fatigue, her eyes
glimmering with interest. She followed his movements in the mirror, staring as
he stepped behind her.
Mitch lifted the strap. She blinked rapidly, her lips
parting for what? A cry of surprise? Expected pain? Her ass was barely pink
from Connor’s whipping. He hadn’t left any brutal marks. Mitch would have
slugged him if he had.
He pushed her hair aside, exposing her back so she’d be
totally nude. Her gaze questioned his intentions. Mitch made her wait as he
regarded her. Nikki grew more alert, though not afraid.
I know you won’t hurt me,
she’d said.
He’d die first. This was about titillation, not payback. He
dangled the end of the strap above her shoulders, drawing it down her spine to
her waist. Sounds bubbled from her, assuring Mitch that she found this
pleasant. He continued, easing the belt across her buttocks.
She lifted them.
Good girl. Mitch slipped the leather between her legs,
running it back and forth over her clit as he would his fingers. She gurgled
like a helpless babe, balling her hands into fists, rapping them repeatedly
against the wood.
Connor jerked at the sharp sounds, then rolled to his side,
still asleep.
Nikki was all motion. Mitch recalled what she’d said earlier
about pounding the table to make them quit. He murmured, “You want me to stop?”
“What? No. Don’t you fucking dare.”
Yes, ma’am. He maneuvered the belt, attuned to every noise
she made and each movement. Several times, she pushed to her toes, then came
down hard, her heels smacking the floor. She wiggled and jerked, rattling the
chains attached to the shackles that held her.
Their clatter intensified Mitch’s desire to see this
through. She was his finally, imprisoned more than just physically—he had her
emotionally. Never again would she leave him. He was going to see to it. As he
continued to tease her clit, Nikki responded with huffs and breathless moans.
Mitch measured each to determine how long the wait would be for her approaching
climax. Unless he was mistaken, it would arrive in seconds.
Just short of her coming, Mitch removed the leather, damp
with her moisture, draping it across the phallus.
“What are you doing?” she asked, then complained, “No,
dammit, no.” Her fists hammered the table, jangling her chains. “Don’t stop.”
He had no intention of continuing…at least not yet.
She groaned.
He kissed the small of her back and each spanked cheek. Even
there, she smelled of magnolias. He wasn’t going to allow her to ever wear
another scent.
“Prick,” she cried.
“You have no idea.”
She went quiet, then whispered, “What are you going to do?”
Mitch pulled off a feather stuck to her jaw. Another had
caught in her hair. He placed both in his palm and blew, watching them sail
upward, then flutter down, landing on her shoulder.
Nikki tapped her forehead against the table.
“Frustrated?” Mitch asked.
She growled.
“This may help.” He unlocked the shackles that held her
wrists.
It took her a moment to react. Slowly, she pulled her arms
back as though she didn’t quite believe she was free. And then she dipped her
hand between her legs, heading for her unappeased little clit.
“Uh-uh.” Mitch grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away,
pressing his body into hers. “Eve would never do that.”
“Then she’s an idiot.”
He fought laughter. Brushing damp strands of hair from her
neck, he kissed the back of it, so smooth and moist. “She’s a slave. Want me to
get Connor’s book to remind you how she acts?”
Nikki inhaled deeply, her back pushing into his chest. “With
her master or with the other guys?”
Those downstairs continued to play their music, reminding
Mitch that he, Nikki and Connor weren’t alone. Not that it mattered. No way
would any other man touch her from here on out, except for his brother. Mitch
ran his hands down Nikki’s arms, lacing his fingers through hers, trapping her
with his strength, letting her know she belonged to him. Always would. With his
mouth on her ear, he whispered, “That snotty answer just earned you another
spanking.”
“Prove it.”
He smiled. “You’re so bad we might need several blackboards
to record all your transgressions.”
“Promises, promises.”
Releasing one wrist, he smacked her left buttock. She
sighed, then tried to reach her clit again.
Mitch caught her hand before she could. “Remember, you
brought this on yourself.”
“What? Hey.”
He wrapped the strap around her wrists, tying them to the
base of the phallus. “I tried to be nice,” he said.
“What made you think I wanted that?”
He smacked her ass again.
She spoke through her teeth. “Harder.”
He complied, the crack of his next blow ringing through the
room, making his palm sting.
“Not enough,” she bitched. “Untie me so you can use the
strap.”
Yeah, sure. Did she think he was stupid? “Why do that when
there are dozens more on the wall. Which one of them do you prefer?”
Nikki pushed out her bottom lip and gave him the finger.
Grinning, he tore open the condom’s packet and moved to the
front of the table so she’d see what he was doing, guess what he had planned.
She’d said his cock was longer than Connor’s, but not quite as thick. How wrong
she was. If he got any bigger or harder, his skin would split and his brother
would be crying with envy.
“Think it’ll fit?” she asked.
Mitch rolled the rubber over his crown, taking his time,
making her anticipate. “I’ll get so deep inside you, I’ll be where no man has been
before.”
She regarded his shaft with renewed wonder. “I was talking
about the condom.”
Yeah, he knew that. “It’s gonna be a stretch.” He grunted
and groaned, pretending it hurt as he rolled the thing to the base of his cock.
Nikki giggled.
It made him weak. It made him want. Her happiness touched a
part of Mitch that had lain dormant all these years. Even as a teen he’d never
really felt reckless and young. He did now.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he warned.
“Not with you way over there and me way over here. You’re
long,” she said, “but not that long.”
He strode to her, his cock barely bouncing it was so fucking
rigid.
Nikki wasn’t smiling now. Her color deepened. She drew her
tongue across her lips in a display of carnal hunger.
Oh she was bad…or putting on a show. Had she behaved like
this with her ex and all the guys who’d been at those Hampton parties? Mitch
didn’t want to consider it. He needed to be special to her.
“Tell me you want this,” he said, a demand he’d never made
of other women, not caring what they thought.
Nikki’s expression registered her surprise. She murmured,
“For as long as I can remember. There’s never been anyone but you and Connor.”
His brother was again on his back, sleeping peacefully. Why?
Because he already knew what was in Nikki’s heart or he refused to care?
“You do believe me, don’t you, Mitch?”
Her anguish was so fucking obvious, he would’ve been a fool
not to have trusted her. Even so, he challenged. “Show me.”
“I have…and I will. Fuck me.”
There was a plea and a command in her words with the
directive having the most power. It told Mitch she couldn’t wait any longer for
him to be inside her. Not that he was of a mind to disobey.
He moved between her legs and leaned down, his cock brushing
her thigh as he checked the binding around her wrists. She gave him an
openmouthed kiss on the inside of his arm. Her tongue was hot, wet, tickling.
He gasped. “Stop.”
She suckled.
Choking out a laugh, he pulled away. “You have a bad
attitude, lady. You need to learn obedience.”
“Show me how bad I am.” She rubbed her ass against his
groin.
Being doused with gasoline and lit up couldn’t have produced
more heat between them. “You asked for it.” Straightening, Mitch grabbed his
cock and plunged inside her pussy, stopping only when his body was snug to
hers, his breath whooshing out at being so deep, held so tightly.
The way Nikki tensed said she hadn’t expected him to take
her vaginally. She regarded him in the mirror, her chest pumping as hard as
his. “Miss your mark?” she asked.
She wasn’t going to make him laugh. He bit her shoulder, a
tender love bite that had her howling.
“Behave,” he warned, smacking what he could of her ass.
“You’ll wake Connor.”
She cooed, “Not ready to share me?”
He wasn’t. That would come later. For now, nothing mattered
to Mitch except her full concentration on his pleasure. He answered her
question with his unyielding, relentless pumps. Given the angle of their bodies
and Nikki’s moans, his cock was doing a fine job of rubbing her clit.
It wasn’t sufficient for him. Mitch needed her to be as out
of control, as wanting as he was. As he continued to pound into her, resisting
climax, his fingers circled her clit, not yet touching it.
Nikki tugged so hard on the belt, the phallus shook.
“Hey,” he panted. “Don’t do that. You’ll break it.”
That made her pause—for a millisecond. “You’re worried about
your damn prop when I’m in serious pain here? Dammit, rub me!”
He withdrew his hand to show her who was boss.
Nikki cursed more than he or Connor ever had, with a few of
her oaths new to him. “What in the hell does that mean?”
“What do you think?”
Mitch slowed his pumps to maintain control. “It’s not
possible for any man to do that to himself.”
Nikki whined, “Please, don’t torture me like this.”
“Torture?” He growled, “You have no idea what suffering is.”
It was her being away, marrying another man, sleeping with that SOB, giving him
her love. For that, Mitch wanted to drag this out forever, never allowing her
peace.
Instead, he increased his pace, determined to keep himself
from coming for as long as possible, even if he risked a stroke. To prove to
Nikki what she’d been missing, what their future would be.
Again she went rigid, caught off guard by his intensified
thrusts and him rubbing her nub. Her shock didn’t last. His body’s rhythm
pulled her back in, her sheath narrowing with her coming climax, her clit
getting thicker, her body responding to his.
Abruptly, he stopped.
It took Nikki a moment to catch up. She squeezed her inner
muscles around his cock repeatedly and with a fury that was maddening, but
wouldn’t make him come. Mitch bit his bottom lip, drawing blood, welcoming the
pain so he could concentrate on it rather than what her body was doing to his.
More oaths poured from her, these quite familiar.
At last, her energy petered out and she stopped working his
rod. “Is that it?” she wheezed. “Is that all you—”
Whatever Nikki intended to say was lost on her gasp. Mitch
had resumed pumping, making certain to rub her clit at the same tempo. She came
quick and rough, just as he wanted.
While she soared, he denied his own relief, pulling out of
her, untying the belt, freeing her hands. No way would they be heading for her
nub anytime soon. That poor little thing was as exhausted as she was. As
sensitive.
What was coming wouldn’t help the matter. Mitch wanted to
make certain Nikki never forgot this or him.
His cock was primed in a way he hadn’t experienced with
other women, only her. He directed the tip to her anus, still slick from the
lubrication, her opening already stretched by his brother. Another man might
have harbored jealousy over that. Not him. Sibling rivalry had never been an
option for them, only a united front against the rest of the world. However,
that didn’t mean Mitch wouldn’t try to outdo Connor now. That urge was as
primal as wanting to breathe.
Positioned to enter her, he burrowed inside.
Nikki’s head shot up, a startled “oh” escaping her. Mitch
worked his cock deeper within, measuring his movements to quell his excitement
so he wouldn’t climax too quickly. That wouldn’t be right. He had to outshine
every man who’d ever slept with her. With one hand he grabbed her wrists,
confining Nikki with his body and sheer will.
“Oh shit no,” she cried at his next move. “Stop.”
Not a chance. He massaged her clit and eased out of her
anus, then slid back inside, going farther each time.
With what little strength she had left, Nikki fought his
masturbation of her. Though commendable, she was no match for him or the
shackles that kept her from closing her legs. Mercilessly, he teased her nub,
his rod easing past the last few inches until her anus contained his full
length.
Resting her forehead on the table, she made sounds as
primitive as the act. It excited Mitch further, though he still refused to pump
or come. He focused on her, making Nikki endure the pressure of his shaft, his
ceaseless stroking, another protracted climax, offering no other choice.
After a few seconds, she stopped fighting, accepting his
command of her body.
He played her differently than he had the other women he’d
known. He used her with passion buried too long and with love that allowed for
tenderness and hope. As she climaxed again, then lay panting, Mitch laced his
fingers through hers and pumped.
In an ideal world, he would have been hung better than King
Kong, had the endurance of Superman and lasted for days. Nikki’s softness,
fragrance and warmth wouldn’t allow him to draw out the act. After a dozen
thrusts, Mitch caved to the mother of all orgasms, complete with the earth
seeming to move and something singing. Not angels. Maybe the guys downstairs.
He suppressed a groan. He’d clenched his jaw so much, it
throbbed. The muscles in his neck and shoulders ached. His balls and cock were
sagging fast, all the good shit from the climax fading too quickly.