10 Nights (24 page)

When she was fully
impaled on him she rested her body against his, needing to catch her breath.
Though not as well-endowed as Rhett, Manuel’s size was still overwhelming for
someone who had only recently lost her virginity, and she whimpered softly as
her body stretched to accommodate him.

“Ride him, sweet girl,”
Rhett demanded; seeing Leah impaled on his friend made his possessive nature
flare but he forced it aside, focusing instead on the reason he had brought her
there.

He was a little
disappointed to see passion on her face, mixed with disbelief that she was
enjoying the experience, as she slowly lifted herself up and down, sliding
herself along Manuel’s length.

Climbing off the bed
Rhett stripped quickly. From a pocket of his pants he pulled out a small tube
of lube and applied it liberally to his cock. With that done he returned to the
bed, where he laid his hand on Leah’s back and gently pushed her down until she
was prone on top of Manuel. He then covered his fingers with more of the lube
and pressed his index finger against her tight rosebud; almost reluctantly her
tight orifice gave way, allowing him to slide in.

Leah gasped at the
feeling as his finger penetrated her. Having him inside her at the same time as
Manuel wasn’t horrible, but it did feel very strange. The strangeness changed
to discomfort when Rhett rotated his finger and eased a second in alongside the
first, stretching her. “Sir!” she cried out softly, torn by the conflicting
experiences, pleasure from Manuel and pain from Rhett.

“Relax for me, my sweet
girl; enjoy the feeling of him deep inside your pussy.” He knew what he was
about to do would be painful for her at first, but the more she relaxed the
less painful it would be.

Despite the things they
had done since meeting he had never used that word before, it made her feel
naughty, but also a little turned on. Forcing herself not to resist his
invading fingers, or to try and evade them, she focused on the pleasure Manuel
was giving her and did her best not to think about what Rhett was doing.

She was so damn tight,
he thought, that he feared she wouldn’t be able to take him. He chided himself
for not having prepared her properly as his fingers moved slowly in an out of
her. “Baby, you need to relax as much as possible,” he told her. Removing his
fingers he told hold of his cock and pressed it against her tight bud.
Immediately she tensed and he knew he would never be able to get inside her as
she was. “Leah, you have to relax! If you don’t relax this will be painful, and
I don’t want to hurt you anymore than can be avoided.”

Manuel moved his
fingers down between their bodies and he tugged lightly on her piercing. “Focus
on how good that feels, pet,” he spoke softly, attempting to divert her thoughts
away from her Master. She felt so damn good he wanted to fuck her hard, but he
knew that was not going to happen until Rhett was inside her.

The slight pull on her
piercing sent a wave of pleasure soaring through Leah and she gasp. She needed
more of that wonderful sensation and rotated her hips to encourage Manuel to
continue. She couldn’t believe it was possible to feel so good while doing
something she knew was so wrong.

Despite the distraction
Leah found it almost impossible to relax while being held on the edge of
release, but she did her best.

Rhett pushed forward as
her muscles unclenched and he was able to ease the head of his cock inside her
tight chamber. Her soft cry of pain forced him to hold still, which was the
opposite of what he wished to do; he wanted to thrust himself deep inside her
but he held back, allowing her to become accustomed to him.

“Stop,” Leah cried out.
She was definitely not on board with what Rhett was doing; the pain in her ass
was unbearable. It felt as though she was being torn apart and she wished he
would remove himself from her. She tried to pull away from him, to end the
pain, but the movement only succeeded in allowing him to inch further into her,
making her cry out again.

“Don’t move, baby, I’m
trying really hard not to hurt you.” Sweat formed on Rhett’s brow as he
resisted the urge to do as he desired.

“Well you suck at it
and it hurts, now stop!” She was definitely ready for it to be over. She didn’t
care if he was mad with her, she was no longer feeling even the slightest bit
of pleasure, the pain was overriding what Manuel was doing to her.

He chuckled and shook
his head, then groaned at how good she felt, even only just inside her. “It
gets better, if it didn’t no one would ever do it.”

He’d used that line with
her before, and then he had been telling the truth. That time though he was
full of shit, she was sure, but knew there was nothing she could do then to
stop him. “Then hurry up and make it feel better, this hurts.” She was whining,
but didn’t care, as far as she was concerned she had a perfectly good reason
for whining. She couldn’t imagine why anyone would want a dick in their ass, it
was unnatural and painful; pleasure was not supposed to be painful.

“I’d tell you to put
her over your knee for her insolence,” Manuel said with a chuckle, “but right
now I’m about to get blue balls.” His cock throbbed with his need for release.

Leah was both amazed
and disturbed that the two men found the situation humorous. “I’m glad you guys
are having a good time here,” Leah snapped, surprising herself with her
reaction to what was going on, “but this bloody hurts, Sir!” She added the
honorific almost as an afterthought.

“I think the lady is
telling us to get on with it, Manuel.” Rhett was proud of his girl, even if he
was going to have to punish her later for her behavior. Then again, he thought
as he inched himself deeper into her and heard her whimper, perhaps this was
more punishment than she deserved.

It wasn’t the first
time he’d taken a girl’s anal cherry, but he had never done so before while she
had another man’s cock buried in her pussy. He supposed it wasn’t one of his
most brilliant ideas, but it was too late to back away from it.

He could feel that she
was doing her best not to clench herself against him as he finally managed to
fill her completely, and knew she wasn’t enjoying it. He was sure that having
both of them inside of her at the same time was stretching to a point that was
more than a little uncomfortable.

“Manuel, she is way too
tight,” Rhett said; the expression on Leah’s face as she looked over her
shoulder at him suggested if he tried to move right then she would safe word
her way out of the situation, and that would be the end of everything. He had
no desire to push things that far. “I think we’re going to have to reverse
positions.”

Slowly and carefully
the two men turned over, keeping themselves within her. When they had settled
themselves Manuel began to thrust into her, his movements slow and steady.

Leah felt like a
stuffed sausage as Manuel pumped into her from the front and Rhett held still
inside her ass, once more she wished for it all to end.

Wanting their little
pet to enjoy things, and to find her own release, even as his own building
within him, Manuel slid himself out of her and rubbed the head of his cock
against her piercing before sliding back in with agonizing slowness. The change
in her facial expression was immediate. Having found a rhythm that pleased her
he continued the gentle lovemaking, holding back his own needs as he attempted
to give her a night she would not soon forget.

Her core clenched him
tightly at the delicious friction. The strange fullness in her ass was starting
to enhance the feelings and she found herself moving back and forth as both of
them impaled her. Soft sounds, foreign to her ears, escaped her lips as she
felt her body tensing, rising to a pinnacle of pleasure that seemed to remain
tantalizingly just out of reach. “Please, Sirs!” she cried out, needing more
desperately than ever to come undone.

“That’s my sweet girl,”
Rhett soothed as Manuel increased his thrusts and he felt his own release
build. Moving his fingers between their bodies he tugged on her piercing. That
single act was enough to push her over the edge and her cry of pleasure echoed
off the walls as she came violently.

Her cry was enough to
send both men over the edge and they found their release simultaneously.

Not wanting to crush
the girl Manuel withdrew from her and rolled off, settling onto the bed next to
her. Looking at her as she lay there, a sheen of sweat covering her beautiful
body, he knew if he was offered the opportunity to enjoy a second evening of
pleasure with her he would take it. Now that he had experienced her he could
understand his friend’s confused feelings, he was sure he would feel something
similar if he were to spend too much time with her.

“Still hate me, sweet
girl?” Rhett asked of Leah when she had regained her breath and awkwardly
pulled herself off him.

Her ass throbbed as his
now limp member slipped from her ass. “I’m still thinking about it, Sir,” she
said, rolling off him onto the other side of the bed she grabbed the sheet and
covered herself. She wasn’t sure how she felt, but hate seemed too strong a
word; she needed time to digest everything that had happened, and she had
allowed to happen.

“If you’re recovered
enough, I think we should go back to our hotel and talk about it.” He wasn’t
sure if she was serious or not and so kept his voice sincere. He had definitely
pushed her limits, he knew, and he felt more than a little guilty for the
decision he had made.

“Thank you for a
wonderful evening, babe.” He leaned over to kiss her cheek softly. The blush on
her cheeks told him how uncomfortable she was and he resolved to discuss things
with her fully just as soon as they were alone. Manuel pointed them to one
bathroom while he made for the other.

They showered without
speaking; Rhett could sense her uncertainty and wanted to get her back to their
hotel so they could talk. He needed to reassure himself that he hadn’t made a
horrible mistake with her.

15

Transformation

Leah was quiet during
the boat ride back to their island and Rhett noted she had a distant look in
her eyes. A look filled with uncertainty and pain. For the most part he wasn’t
an emotional man; in his experience emotions only got in the way, and he
preferred to keep his life as well ordered as possible.

Business and pleasure,
he planned it all carefully so as to avoid problems and complications. For the
first time in his life he found things moving in a fashion he hadn’t ordered,
and it left him feeling out of sorts.

The scene with Manuel
was one he had played out more than a dozen times with other submissives. His
ten night plan, as he liked to label it, brought women into his life that were
compatible with what he demanded; if a woman didn’t enjoy his ideas then they
didn’t belong in his life. At least that was what he’d always believed in the
past; tonight had been different, but he wasn’t sure why.

Leah had submitted to
his will, just as he had wanted, but he found little joy in having conquered
her. The women in his past were experienced in his way of life and having them
submit to his will was satisfying, conquering his Leah, despite her bravado,
felt wrong.

To his surprise he felt
ashamed. He knew she could have used her safe word to end things, but doing so
would have ended things between them permanently, he had made that clear. What
choice had he given her? None he realized. He had manipulated and pushed her
into doing what he wanted, with little thought for her feelings.

Taking a deep breath he
allowed that realization to settle into his mind as they got out of the boat
and made their way up to the hotel.

Struggling with the
guilt and shame that filled her Leah trailed along behind Rhett, not really
aware that he was actually in front of her. All she could do was think about what
she had done.

Much as she wanted to,
she realized she couldn’t blame Rhett; he hadn’t truly forced her to go through
with the encounter with Manuel. She could have stopped things any time she
wanted, he had given her the ability to stop anything that he wanted her to do
right from the very first night. She had become exactly what he had called her
earlier; she thought miserably, she had become a slut.

Stepping into the
elevator Leah noticed Rhett’s presence beside her, but still refused to look at
him. He body was sore from being invaded in ways that were unknown to her, and
the aches drove home how far she had allowed things to go, which didn’t help
her frame of mind.

When they finally
reached their floor she waited patiently for him to open the door to their
room, and then hurried off to the bathroom. Locking the door she sank to the
floor, her back resting against it, and dropped her head to her knees, crying.

He should go to her,
Rhett thought as he paced the main room of their suite, he should go to her and
talk to her, comfort her, do something to try and make things right after what
he had put her through.

In the end he walked
over to the bar, poured himself a double scotch and downed it in one gulp. He
wasn’t a big drinker, in his opinion it didn’t pay to mix alcohol and the
things he enjoyed doing, but tonight was definitely cause to make an exception.

He couldn’t deny that
he’d enjoyed taking Leah’s sweet ass, it had been fucking great in fact, but
having some other man intimately involved with her had pissed him off. It had
been at his instigation and with his encouragement, but he still didn’t like it.
If he hadn’t been friends with Manuel for so long he doubted he would ever be
comfortable in the same room with him again.

His thoughts made
reality hit home hard; he wanted Leah, but he wanted her for himself, no other
man would ever put his hands on her again. If any man tried he would crush
their skull. The violence of his thoughts shocked him; he’d always been
possessive of the women he’d owned, it was his nature, but never to the extent
he felt towards Leah.

Always before he had
gotten off on sharing them, on making them do things they would never have dreamed
of before meeting him, but he knew he would never again be able to share Leah,
she was his, and his alone.

Pouring himself another
he gulped it down.

It took her a few
minutes but Leah finally pulled herself together and got to her feet. Stripping
off her dress and underwear she tossed them aside and stepped into the shower. Though
she had taken a shower with Rhett before leaving Manuel’s she still felt dirty.

Standing under the
cascading water she kept turning the lever until the water was so hot it almost
scalded her, and it lashed down with such intensity she wouldn’t have been
surprised if it had left bruises. She scrubbed herself furiously while the
water beat into her skin, her mind a confused blur of conflicting emotions.

She wanted to go home,
to get as far away from Rhett and what had happened as possible, but at the
same time she didn’t want to leave him. She wanted to scream at him for being
an unfeeling bastard, and wanted to beg him not to leave her. She felt no
better when she finally turned the water off and stepped out, she was still
confused and tormented. At that moment she hated that she loved him, and wished
she could kick him in the balls, just so he would feel some of the pain she
was.

Still angry and hurt
she made her way out to the main room. “That won’t ever happen again, Sir,” she
told Rhett, her voice almost whisper soft because she couldn’t summon the
energy to speak louder

Rhett put down his
glass and looked over at Leah, seeing the pain in her beautiful eyes he nodded.
He was not about to argue with her, not when he wasn’t willing to allow another
man to touch her ever again.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever
be able to put tonight behind me. I’m not blaming you, Sir, but I can’t be that
person.” She couldn’t blame him, she thought to herself, she could have used
her safe word and stopped the whole thing before it went too far, but she could
be angry at him for putting her in that situation to begin with.

“It’s a hard limit for
you.” It wasn’t a question; it was obvious the situation was a hard limit for
both of them.

“If that means I will
never do it again and expect you to never ask it of me, then yes, Sir, it’s a
hard limit.” She spoke without emotion, too drained for that. All she wanted to
do was crawl into bed and try and forget what had happened for a few hours.

He didn’t like the way
she was just then; the lack of emotion was what he wanted from his women, but
it was the opposite of what he had come to expect from his Leah and he found it
disturbing. It was ironic, he thought, the one thing he wanted she was now
giving him, emotional distance, and he hated it. “Understood,” he said with a
nod, not sure how to deal with what he had brought out in her; it worried him
to see her like that but he didn’t have a clue how to deal with it.

As he studied her blank
face he wondered if he should call Janie and get her to see if she could help.
He balked at the idea though; he wasn’t sure that Janie would be able to help
her friend, and he knew if she found out what had happened she would condemn
him, and rightly so. He had no desire to deal with that so he pushed aside the
thought of disturbing Janie.

“I’d really like to
sleep now, Sir.” She just couldn’t deal with anything else then, her emotions
were too overwhelming and her mind was struggling to come to grips with what
she’d done. She felt the need to escape for a while, and could only hope that
when she woke things would be clearer.

“Go to sleep, Leah,
I’ll join you soon.” He needed some time to get his own mind in order, to sort
through the unfamiliar feelings that were throwing him off-balance.

For a moment she looked
as though she was going to refuse to have him join her in the bed, and a part
of him knew he wouldn’t blame her if she did. After a momentary hesitation
though she turned and made her way into the bedroom, her head lowered in
defeat. He watched her walk away, saddened to see her like that, the more so
because he knew it was his fault. When the door closed he slammed his hand down
on the bar, cursing his stupidity for allowing that night to go ahead.

The moment she closed
her eyes Leah saw the scene from earlier, it ran through her mind like a film
strip. A horror film she couldn’t turn off. Tears slipped from her eyes as she
rolled over to face the wall and silently she wept.

Minutes later, or it
could have been hours, her mind was lost in its own turmoil and she had no idea
of the time, she felt Rhett join her in the bed. She stiffened as he pulled her
against him and wanted to shove him away, but knew she wouldn’t be able to; he
was so much stronger than her. As upset as she was, she finally relaxed and
allowed sleep to claim her.

Tomorrow, Rhett though as
he held her slender form, they could fix the mess he’d made of things by moving
faster than she was ready for. And never again would he allow another man to
touch her. Those were the last thoughts to run through his mind as sleep found
him.