Fifty Shades of Fairy Tales Omnibus (22 page)

One gets behind me and pinches the clit stimulator, tugs on the chain connecting it to the nipple clamps, and liquid fire blissfully burns through these points of contact. I gasp around the cock now embedded in my mouth.

The one behind me now takes up the cat o’ nine tails. He brushes the soft leather tips back and forth between my shoulders then sweeps them down my spine. While he does so, I swirl my tongue beneath the glans of the other man’s penis, using my mouth to push his foreskin back so I can taste what’s beneath.

As the tethers skim over my svelte, rounded ass, the man behind begins to tease my dripping slit with his fingers. He probes my wetness but doesn’t enter me yet, teasing me until I press my ass backward into his touch, begging him to finger fuck me.

He chuckles. “You are ours tonight, my love.” A slight French Canadian accent laces his voice. “You will wait. You will be tortured in the most wonderful way.”

I groan around the cock I suck as he swirls a finger around my seeping hole, making it thrum harder with the need to be entered, to be penetrated, but still he denies me. The fingers leave my cunt and the tethers of the whip draw away from my skin. I hear a whisper swish as they sail through the air and then slap against me ass.

I let out a small cry and my back bends deep. The impact is shocking, thrilling, but not unpleasant. The sting incites my pleasure, making all the sensation I take in more intense.

One of them presses the remote that controls the speed of the clitoral stimulator and the insistent tingling grows. My stomach tightens as, finally, fingers enter my aching pussy and begin to stroke as they curl, seeking out my g-spot. Another sharp kiss from the whip lands across my ass.

The one whose cock I suck buries thick, strong fingers in my hair and holds my head while I pump my mouth up and down his meaty penis. I swirl my tongue over the slick, steely shaft and he reaches for me with his free hand, wrapping his grip around one nipple clamp and squeezing hard. I purr around his erection as the sting rockets to my sex and ripples throughout my body.

Behind me, my lover slowly, sensuously, fucks me with his fingers while delivering tiny slaps to my ass with the whip. Between this and the vibrations zipping through my clit, I come hard for the first time this night.

The lover fucking my face plucks at the silvery chain that joins the nipple clamps to the clit stimulator, tugging hard while the one behind thrusts his fingers in and out and slaps my ass again and again. Finally the pressure throbbing in my g-spot bursts and flows through my body, making my stomach tighten and my limbs tremble. I feel my juices squirt from deep inside me as the second orgasm makes me ejaculate. The lover behind me lets out a sigh of approval.

He whispers, “Ahhhh, that is so hot.”

Then he laps the wetness from my inner thighs and dripping sex. After he’s done tasting me, he drags the tails of the whip back and forth over my cunt, tickles my clit with them. This makes me suck the cock in my mouth harder while I whimper around it.

I take my other lover’s ramrod hard penis out of my mouth long enough to beg the one behind me to, “Please fuck me.”

A condom wrapper crinkles as he rips the foil, and moments later eight hot, hard inches slide into my pussy. I’m hungry for him, and the walls of my sex milk him greedily as he penetrates me with slow, deep thrusts. My cunt squeezes him stronger still, trying to keep him inside as his meaty head strokes deliciously over my g-spot.

As he speeds up, his thighs piston against my ass, making me rock forward on the bed in my kneeling position. My small, pert breasts jiggle, inciting an even sharper sting in my clamped nipples. The chain joining them to the clit stimulator pulls taut, and each time it does this swollen bead of flesh burns wonderfully with another building orgasm. Since my sex is so sensitive from two climaxes already, I know it won’t be long before I come again.

The lover I hold in my mouth is almost finished. I can tell from how furiously he now fucks my face. I tell him to cum all over me when he’s ready. He fists my hair as I deep throat him over and over.

Behind me, the other one uses the whip to stroke my shoulders again while he pumps in and out of me. He caresses the leather strips up and down my back, along my ribs. Their every touch seems to awaken more sensation in me, and I’m now trembling from the delightful stimuli overload.

The one I kneel before pulls his spit-slick penis from my mouth and lets it spray its seed all over me. It hits my cheeks and trickles down to my chin. I lap some of his salty cum from my lips. More still spurts into my hair, gumming the blonde strands together. When he’s done, he gets low on the bed before me and begins licking and kissing his semen off me.

The lover behind me thrusts harder, more urgently, at our display. I moan loudly into the mouth of the one kissing me when he does so. Then the Beast draws his lips from mine and slinks underneath me. He wraps his lips around one clamped nipple and tugs with teeth, making the sharp sting rocket through my as I gasp. His tongue soothes the taut bud afterward, swirling around it in hot, wet circles.

His mouth and hands move lower, and he caresses the curves of my ribcage, the plane of my stomach. When he reaches my belly button, he yanks hard on the chain connecting my erogenous zones and I nearly come for a third time. My clit is so swollen from stimuli and ecstasy it pounds like a drum.

The lover inside me draws me up against him, using the fuzzy cuffs encircling my wrists. He wraps one massive arm around my chest and holds me there, thrusting furiously while the other man continues to lavish attention on my sweat dampened body. He grinds the clit stimulator into the throbbing flesh while plucking at my nipple with the other hand. His teeth sink into my neck, not too deeply but enough to incite a thrilling pleasure / pain. I cry out as I find release once again.

I tell the lover fucking me to pull out and cum all over my back. When he’s ready he complies with my wishes, slipping out of my sex and ripping off the condom so he can spray his spunk up and down the length of my spine. Once spent, the two men descend on me, tasting every inch of my skin as if I’m a sweet candy they can’t get enough of.

***

“
You’re going to wear a wire?” I say to Jacques as the Beast opens the other man’s shirt and shows me he is, indeed, wired up.

“
It’s the only way to get my ex-wife’s confession and use it against her,” he tells me as he re-buttons his crisp, white dress shirt. “Once we have the truth recorded, she can’t try and entrap us anymore. We’ll guarantee her silence.”

“
Where’d you get the tools?” I smirk at the pair of them and point to the now hidden recording mechanism.

Jacques boyish face breaks into a smug smile. “I’ve got friends who know how to get me anything I want.”

I raise my eyebrows, but he offers no further explanation.

The Beast and I will be parked a discreet distance away with the equipment that will record Trina St. Pierre’s confession to stealing the explicit photos of the Beast and Jacques together. But not only that, Jacques also plans to get her to confide in him about her embezzling a huge amount of cash from the fighter representation firm she works for. Before they divorced, she told him everything, since she was worried her boss was on to her. Once the incriminating information is recorded, Trina will never bother they boys again.

We pull up to a mansion that is constructed in Italian villa style, with light pink stuccoed walls, rounded arch windows, decorative stone window heads, and a rounded tower. Jacques greets a well manicured blonde at the gate and then they disappear inside together.

Their voices drift through mine and the Beast’s earpieces as we listen and record. At first they make small talk, but Jacques doesn’t waste too much time before he pins Trina with the real reasons he’s paying her this visit.

“
I know you sent that picture of the Beast and I to Richard Winfrey,” Jacques says, and I hear Trina gasp.

She gives a feeble protest, but Jacques isn’t falling for it.

“
Don’t lie to me,” his growl filters through my earpiece. “You’re the only one who could’ve stolen those pictures. You’re the only one who had access to them. And isn’t it convenient how they went missing when you and I divorced?”

“
So what?” she snaps back. “What’re you going to do about it?”

“
I’ll tell you what I’m going to do about,” he pauses, and I hold my breath as I wait for him to speak again. “If you ever send another picture to anyone at Strength Inc., or to the agency representing me, or the media, I’ll have to expose your little embezzlement secret to Power & Glory.”

Power & Glory is the fighter representation agency Trina works for. She gives out a string of curses then relents, admitting her goal was to extort more money out of him, beyond what she received in the divorce settlement.

“
You’re broke already?” Jacques hisses at her. “What are you spending all this cash on?”

“
I was gambling again,” she admits, her voice low and sad. For a moment, I feel a twinge of sympathy for how hopeless the woman sounds. “I racked up some pretty big debts after a trip to Vegas with Shawn. He left me with the entire bill and ran off with some showgirl.”

“
Go get help,” Jacques voice softens. “Get back into rehab. I’m going to call you Monday morning, and if you haven’t checked in I’ll check in for you.”

She agrees she needs to go back and get help for her gambling addiction. They talk a bit more and then Jacques emerges from the mansion. He jogs across the street and down a bit to where we’re parked, hopping in the back of the nondescript car we’ve rented for today’s operation.

The Beast looks over his shoulder. “We good to go?”

Jacques flashes his wide, boy next door smile. “We are. She won’t be causing us anymore trouble. And if she tries, well, she knows the results will be as disastrous for her as they will be for us.”

***

One week later, the Beast and Jacques St. Pierre meet in their Heavyweight Championship match. The Beast asks me to act as his corner man since his regular guy, Tito Silva, is out with the flu. Me and his cut man Gary Blue, the guy who dresses any wounds and helps prevent injury to the fighter, are on the outside of the cage. We watch as the intense bout extends to the sanctioned five rounds. Both men look exhausted. Purple swelling and cuts on their faces show the wear and tear this test of endurance has taken on them.

At the end of the last round, the three judges tabulate the fighter’s points and hand their decision off to the referee. Gary and I squeeze each other’s hands tight as we watch him walk to the ring.

It’s a close contest, but Jacques wins by two points. Beast briefly appears disappointed in himself, but I see his sportsmanship has returned when he turns to his opponent, shakes his hand heartily, and then slaps him on the back as he hands over the championship belt to him.

Then Jacques and the Beast motion to me to enter the ring along with Gary and the other ringside helpers. We gather together, basking in the cheers and applause of the crowd. The Beast kisses me soundly, but then Jacques pulls me away to plant his own kiss on my lips.

The champion grabs the mic suddenly from the referee, looks at the Beast, who nods, and next does something that nearly leaves me breathless.

“
I have something to tell you all,” he shouts to the crowded coliseum. “I love this man!” He wraps his beefy arm around the Beast and plants a hot, wet kiss on him.

The crowd erupts in a mixture of applause, boos, and shocked exclamations. I see some women throwing panties toward the cage and I can’t help but chuckle, despite the knot of apprehension now twisting my gut.

“
And we are falling in love with this woman,” the Beast adds, wrapping a huge arm around me and pulling me between him and the new champion. Before I can protest or say a word, I’m buried between their massive pecs as we embrace and the Beast ensnares my lips in a hungry kiss.

Once the furor of the crowd dies down, we’re escorted from the cage and taken backstage to the locker room. Daniel is waiting for us there and he doesn’t look too impressed. However, I discover the boys had given him a heads up about what they’d planned tonight. He hadn’t been in favor of it, but together they hatched a plan to minimize any damage the media could do and protect us all, including Strength Inc and Jacques’ management company.

“
Why wasn’t I in on this?” I ask after we climb into the back of a limo later, on our way to yet another surprise the two men have promised me.

“
We didn’t want to worry you.” The Beast shrugs.

“
That’s a lame excuse,” I say, sounding petulant and feeling it, too. “I could’ve helped with the planning.”

“
Like tonight’s celebration, we wanted it to be a surprise,” Jacques adds, leaning forward to take my hand and kiss it.

Any further protest from me is muffled as they begin to seduce me in the back of the luxury vehicle. But I let out a disappointed whimper when we stop all too soon.

“
Oh, just wait,” the Beast says, taking my hand and leading me out of the car. “It’ll get much better inside.”

He and Jacques take my hands and we enter an exclusive sex club, or so they tell me as we walk through throngs of men and women dressed in mini-skirts, tight tops, short dresses, leather pants, and in most of the male’s cases, going shirtless. The place is set up like a trendy dance club, but the more we explore the more I notice people writhing in erotic ecstasy. I also notice sex toys behind glass near the bar, and some on display right inside this area’s see-through counter. Drinks and a dildo all in one stop.

There are cages with dancers, or people making out, inside of them. Satiny pillows line the floors of these cages, and in one I see a woman in a leather bikini making a man clean her glossy black stilettos with his tongue. He seems to be thoroughly enjoying this, and he moans when the woman allows him to laps at her ankles.