Bound in Blue (17 page)

“It’s not fair, is it?” he said, following
her gaze. “But Kelsey’s shoulder is still recuperating. That means
you’ll be doing most of the fucking, sucking, and hurting
tonight.”

Oh, really?
Sara didn’t want her
friend’s injury to worsen, but to be the main event for these two
huge, dominant, sadistic guys? But they were doing this for her,
because she’d been booted out of the Citadel. If anything, she
should be grateful. She
was
grateful, just a little bit
scared out of her mind.

Jason held his glass to her lips, and she
took a deep drink for courage. The wine tasted rich and spicy, and
the flavor lingered on her tongue as the men discussed things like
limits and protection. Since both couples were clean and
fluid-bonded, they decided not to bother with condoms for oral,
only vaginal and anal penetration.
Anal penetration?
That
little discussion did nothing to relax her. Kelsey touched Sara’s
nipples in sympathy and kissed her, and Jason gave her another sip
of wine.

“She looks nervous, your little slave,” said
Theo. He came and knelt in front of her, and gave her some wine
too. “You’re afraid?”

He stroked her cheek, then squeezed her
waist, admiring the corset, but she couldn’t stop shaking. She knew
Theo well, but she didn’t know
this
Theo, whose voice
sounded seductive, whose eyes promised wicked things. “What are you
afraid of?” he pressed.

You. Jason. All of this.

“I want to please you,” she said. “And…and
please my Master.”

He studied her. She could always read
everything in Theo’s eyes…if he was annoyed, if he was pleased, if
he was amused, but she couldn’t read them now. “Just be a good
girl, no? That’s how you please your Master.” He kissed her, a
warm, searching kiss that was over before she could pinpoint how it
made her feel. Desired? No. Protected? Maybe. It had been a kiss to
calm her. She felt a little calmer, but not much. He gave her more
wine, and she took a great big sip. Then she heard Jason chuckle
beside her.

“Are you trying to get my slave drunk?”

Theo glanced up at him. “No, she has to
choose this with all her wits.” He looked back at Sara, holding her
gaze. “You want? You’re sure? All of us together, having sex,
having a scene?”

“Yes…” She paused. He was looking at her so
intently. She wanted to call him
Sir
or
Master
or
something to signify that she agreed to submit to him. Jason
squeezed her shoulder.

“You can call him Master if you like. For
now.
Only
for now.”

His teasing warning brought some lightness to
the heavy moment. Sara smiled into her coach’s dark eyes. “Yes,
Master, I want this.”

He made a soft sound of approval. “What a
brave girl you are.”

Argh. As soon as she relaxed, he said
something like that to send her into a panic again. She met
Kelsey’s gaze. Her friend smiled from behind Theo’s shoulder,
telling her without words that everything would be okay. What had
she promised? A zillion orgasms? Sara would settle for zero, only
to experience this moment of being a sexual plaything, a bound
victim for two men’s pleasure. Master’s toy to share.

Play with me, please. Before I lose my
mind.

At last, Theo and Jason put down their
glasses and turned up the music, not as loud as it was at the
Citadel, but loud enough to drown out some of her inner dialogue.
Now. They’re going to touch me now, and do…what?
Sara’s
trembling turned to outright shaking. Both their cocks were hard
and getting harder. Jason knelt behind her a third time and this
time he smoothed a blindfold over her eyes. She made a sound of
protest as the pretty lights went black.

“I know, baby,” Jason murmured. “But I don’t
want you to be distracted by anything. I want you experiencing
every touch, every sensation without knowing where it’s coming
from. It’s a popular game at the Citadel.”

She turned her head, disoriented by darkness.
“How can I serve you if I can’t see you?”

“You’ll know what to do. We won’t leave any
question as to what’s required.”

A moment later, she felt cool fingers on her
face, and a warm cock prodding at her lips. She didn’t know whose
it was, but she opened her mouth and accepted its thrusting length.
She experienced a moment of panic—
I can’t do this
—but then
someone’s hands twisted in her hair and arousal followed, an
automatic reaction to the pain. That hand was telling her to
surrender. Surrender to their power and her helplessness.

I want to surrender.
She lifted her
face to whoever was using her, opening her mouth wide even as she
feared the penetration. The cock drove deeper, thrusting fast, then
it was gone, leaving her breathless. Fingers wrapped around her
neck and another cock slid into her mouth. The same cock? A
different one? She had no way to tell.

She heard French, a hushed conversation, then
Kelsey’s soft voice. Quick footsteps crossed the room while Sara
tried to please whoever was in her mouth. She licked and sucked,
gagged a little and made a moan of a sound, an apology or maybe a
plea for more. She got more almost immediately, a deeper thrust, a
steady face-fucking for several moments. Then that cock was gone,
and another in its place before she could even close her mouth.

“Do you like this, little one?” Jason asked.
That must have been his fingers twisting in her hair, because they
tightened.

“Yes, Master,” she gasped as soon as the cock
in her mouth allowed her to breathe.

“You love to serve us, don’t you? You love to
submit to your Masters’ needs.”

She nodded, since her mouth was too full to
speak. She wanted so badly to please, but she couldn’t see and she
couldn’t breathe very well, and the cocks kept coming. Then she
heard a new sound, a quiet buzz.

“Your friend Kelsey is going to make you come
with a cock between your lips,” said Jason. “I don’t care whose
cock. You have...what do you think, Theo? Five minutes?”

She felt fingers under her chin, pulling her
straighter. “Three minutes,” came Theo’s deep voice. “She can
manage in three. She’s already so turned on.”

Three minutes?

“Three minutes then,” Jason agreed. “Spread
your legs wider for Kelsey. That’s a good girl.”

Sara felt probing fingers between her thighs,
sliding through her sopping pussy lips. She wasn’t sure she could
come at all. She felt so overwhelmed, so controlled by the men’s
grasping hands and their cocks impeding her breath. The vibrator
only provided a low buzz, but Kelsey found just the spot to put it.
Sara groaned deep in her throat, rising, arching her hips to
maintain the contact on her clit.

Another hand on her shoulder, forcing her
down. The face-fucking transformed from dominance to struggle. She
had three minutes to come, three minutes to make her body obey her
Master’s will, but he also expected her to continue servicing him
and Theo.

“Watch your teeth,” Jason barked when she
lost her concentration. She jumped as he jerked the chain between
her nipples.
Owww.
She curled her toes, opening her mouth
wider at the same time she sought the gentle hum of the
vibrator.

“This is what they do at the Citadel,” said
Theo. “They make naughty, horny slaves do naughty, horny things
until they forget who they are. This is only the beginning,
eh?”

He sounded so much like her coach, but he
wasn’t her coach. He was her tormentor now, like Jason, and Kelsey
was her only saving grace. Sara wailed and nodded when her friend
found her clit with the tip of the vibrator. Kelsey kept it there,
right
there
, and Sara tensed, spreading her legs, still
sucking, still gagging and drooling all over herself. Growing
pleasure warred with her aching jaw, as she sobbed through the
men’s repeated forays into her mouth.

“You look so beautiful,” Kelsey whispered in
her ear. “You make such a beautiful slave.”

“You have a minute to come,” said Jason.

Their thrusts intensified, but so did Sara’s
arousal. She choked as one of them grabbed her head and jammed
himself deep in her throat. Her clit throbbed, needing more,
more... The cuffs hurt her hands, but then her peak was there,
right there. She cried, she moaned, she bucked against the
vibrator, and then she orgasmed, coming all over Kelsey’s hand as
she sucked the cock in her mouth. She didn’t care. The hand in her
hair relaxed, smoothing it back from her face. Whoever was in her
mouth drew away, leaving her gasping. The blindfold felt damp where
her tears had soaked it. The vibrator clicked off and, after terse
French directions from Theo, Sara felt Kelsey move away.

“What a good girl,” said Jason, and beneath
her shivering and lack of breath, Sara felt joyful. Someone took
off the clamps, slapping her breasts as blood rushed in to make
them tingle with an almost unbearable fullness. “Oh, please,
Master,” she sighed.
Please hurt me some more.

“What next?” asked Theo.

“I liked your cage idea,” said Jason. “But we
don’t have a cage big enough for both girls, and Sara’s already
come once.”

“This is true. Perhaps it’s time for Kelsey
to catch up.”

Sara was lifted and guided across the room
with a hand at the back of her corset. She heard instructions,
apparently meant for Kelsey.
Lie back. Lace your hands behind
your head. Spread your legs. Wider.
Someone, probably Jason,
bent Sara over the bed. He guided her head between her friend’s
thighs.

“Time for you to lick Kelsey’s pussy, little
one. Make her come for you. Kiss her nice and sweet, just like you
did while you danced.”

Sara had never gone down on a woman before,
but if she had to fumble through this, she was happy it was with
Kelsey. Sara wasn’t exactly turned on, but it made her hot that she
was being forced to do this. The slavey side of her wanted to
please, wanted to give Kelsey the best orgasm ever. She gave her
friend a few tentative licks, discovering the taste of her. She was
very, very wet.

“Oh, God,” Kelsey breathed, and Sara wished
she wasn’t blindfolded so she could see her face. She decided not
to go right for her clit. Instead, she toyed with her and teased
her, drawing the moment out. The men were silent, doing God knew
what. Watching, she supposed. She decided she would make it as
pretty as she could for them. She arched her back and licked Kelsey
all over, reveling in her soft, high-pitched moans.

Theo said something in French that Sara
couldn’t decipher and Jason spoke French back to him. Then,
whack!
She heard the sound of impact, but didn’t feel any
pain. Kelsey jumped, her leg jerking. Another whack and Kelsey
tried to pull her legs closed.

“Open,” Theo barked. “Legs still.”

Sara raised her head, trying to figure out
what was going on, why Kelsey was whimpering rather than moaning,
then she felt the excruciating snap of a leather strap across her
ass cheeks. “Don’t stop,” said Jason. “If you can come while you’re
getting double-faced-fucked, Kelsey can come while she’s getting
whipped on the inside of her thighs.”

Sara cringed on her friend’s behalf. Whips
hurt so bad, and the soft skin of the inner thigh was so
sensitive.

“The sooner you make her come,” said Jason
with another stroke of the strap, “the sooner Theo puts the whip
away. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”
Pressure. Oh God.

So much for taking her time, for making it
last. She buried her face in Kelsey’s pussy and decided she’d
better find her clit immediately. She had a general idea what she
was doing but—

Whack!

Kelsey bounced against her face and
groaned.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Sara said.

“It’s okay,” Kelsey replied. “It feels really
good, it’s just—”

“Less talking, more licking,” Jason warned,
and both girls yelped as they received their Master’s punishment.
Sara explored her friend’s sex, licking, sucking, searching for
that spot that would make her moan again. If only she could see! If
only she could use her hands to part Kelsey’s pussy, but they were
still cuffed behind her so all she could use were her lips and
tongue. She finally found a place that made Kelsey babble in
between tortured cries. It was
cry, beg, cry, beg
on
Kelsey’s end, while Jason strapped Sara from behind every twenty
seconds or so.

Please come
, she thought.
Please
come, Kelsey, because I don’t know what else to do.

“I don’t think you’re trying hard enough,”
Jason said. “Kelsey’s thighs are sore and red and so is your ass.”
He gave her the hardest stroke yet, and she wailed against Kelsey’s
pussy.

“I’m sorry, Master. I’m doing my best.”

“Maybe you need a good, hard assfucking to
motivate you.”

“I’m sure she needs that,” Theo chimed in.
“The lube is in the drawer.”

“Hm. I might use a little lube. If she gets
that tongue moving.”

Theo’s only response was another series of
whacks to Kelsey’s thighs. Sara lapped at her friend’s pussy,
trying not to flinch as Jason dripped lube on her asshole and
pressed his cock against it. With the blindfold obscuring her
vision, everything felt more intense—Kelsey’s flinching and crying,
the heat of her friend’s pussy, and the pain as Jason pushed in the
head of his cock. She tensed around it, then whined through the
aching burn as he slid all the way in, then out again.

It might have been too much, if Kelsey’s
cries hadn’t started rising in intensity. “Yes, yes,” her friend
begged. “Don’t stop.”

Sara didn’t stop, and Theo didn’t either.
Whack, whack, whack.
Jason drove into her from behind,
reaming her asshole, while Kelsey’s cries rose to a scream and then
broke in a gasp of relief. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she said as
her legs tensed against Sara’s shoulders. Sara tongued her clit
until her friend’s orgasm peaked and her jerking pelvis came to
rest.