Hot in the City 2: Sin City (21 page)

When she’d thoroughly cleaned him, he said, “Good. Now, go get another wet cloth and rinse off the soap.”

She hurried, anxious to leave him completely clean and fresh for her.

Once she’d carefully removed all the soap suds from his shaft as they all three watched, she lay the wet cloth aside and said, “What next?”

“Ride her cock,” he instructed, pointing at Adrianna, speaking in a soft, sexy, but deliberate tone that reminded her more of the man she’d come to know these past few exciting days.

That’s what he’d meant by taking more. To ride it would be to put her weight on it, to make herself feel it even more deeply. He hadn’t just been teasing her.

One part of her couldn’t help being disappointed, but her submissive self didn’t even hesitate—she simply climbed onto the bed to straddle the beautiful and kinky Adrianna, balanced her pussy at the head of the strap-on, and lowered herself onto it.

Down, down, all the way, slow and sure and deep, until she rested on Adrianna’s hips, suffering a sensation she’d only felt in small doses before—pleasure/pain. Forcing the big dildo so deeply into her cunt made her cry out, and for a fraction of a second she feared she
couldn’t
take it because the cock pressed into her so hard and unrelenting. Yet the pain came with a strange, thick pleasure so intense she felt attacked by it. She felt the intrusion of the too-big cock vibrate out through every part of her body, sensation echoing through her fingers and toes.

“Is it okay, baby?”

The voice—Marc’s, not her master’s—drew her eyes to his. Even through the mask, she understood instantly that he wasn’t in game mode now, that he was afraid she was suffering.

“It…It…” Her breath came hard. “It hurts and feels good at the same time.”

“You can stop if you want.”

Without even weighing it, though, she shook her head. She was his slave tonight and he was taking her places so new that they hurt, but she still wanted to experience them, wanted to understand the satisfaction she sensed this could bring.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I want it. I want to feel everything. With you. For you. I’m your slave.”

Her heartfelt declaration brought Marc to his knees next to her. He lifted his hands to her face, turning her to meet his butterfly-soft kiss. “So fucking sweet,” he whispered, then kissed her deeper, their tongues twining.

Without quite planning it, she reached out one hand, gripping his thigh through his leather pants. Then she moved it higher, closing it around his marvelous erection, still solid and huge in her fist.

His voice emerged ragged, impassioned, when they stopped kissing. “Such a good, sweet little sex slave. So submissive. So giving. So fucking hot.”

He glanced down to where Adrianna’s body met hers, the strap-on cock still buried deep inside Diana. With his eyes there, and with his sexy kisses and words still filling her senses, she instinctively began to move in small little circles that rubbed every part of her pussy just the right way as she rode the enormous dildo. In that moment, wanting to do this for him was the biggest part of her, all she could see or feel.

“God, baby, you’re so good,” Marc murmured.

Diana bit her lip, the pleasure/pain still warring inside her, but pleasure was slowly winning.

“How is it, baby?”

She couldn’t speak, just moaned, trying to let him know she was all right. Reaching down, she closed both her hands over Adrianna’s superb breasts, the ultra-soft flesh urging her to knead it as the hard nipples jutted up into her palms like pebbles. Adrianna gasped and smiled at her, gingerly lifting her pelvis to meet Diana’s hot, slow movements. Diana clenched her teeth at the added pressure, tension. The pain persisted, yet somehow it was so good, still arousing her, still making her cunt respond.

“Do you like my big cock in your tight little pussy, Miss Marsh?” Diana would never have believed such a question could sound at once so dirty and so dignified, but Adrianna made it that way.

“Yes,” she gritted out.

Adrianna’s hands found Diana’s breasts and began to caress them, as well. The pleasure, added to what she felt below, was positively searing.

“Do you like how big it is?” Adrianna asked.

Diana groaned as a particularly punishing stroke pummeled her depths. “So big I almost can’t stand it,” she managed to say roughly, “but yes. Yes.”

Next to Adrianna, Marc was watching, clearly entranced, but now he put his arm around Adrianna’s shoulder and softly instructed her, “Sit up. Sit up so you can kiss each other while you fuck.” With that, he helped Adrianna gain an upright position while Diana stayed mounted on her.

Diana immediately began kissing Adrianna’s lovely, aristocratic mouth, and fondling her large, pointed breasts. She’d been starved for sexual attention for so long earlier, tortured by Marc’s little game, that she was still hot and hungry for satiation. The pleasure in her body blocked out the pain more each second until soon she was riding Adrianna’s big strap-on just as eagerly as she would have if it had been Marc’s cock.

The two women abandoned touching each other’s breasts and instead just rubbed them together—although Diana’s chest hovered slightly above Adrianna’s, their new position allowed them to brush and press their breasts against each other with arousing ease.

“That’s right, my two hot fuck slaves. Rub those beautiful nipples together for your master.”

His words made Diana even more excited as she fucked and kissed and caressed their boss. His eyes on her as she obeyed his every command multiplied her pleasure exponentially.

Next to them, Marc began to rise up onto his feet on the bed until his cock was level with Diana’s face. She bit her lip and smiled up at him.

He smiled back. “Suck on it, slave.”

“My
extreme
pleasure, master,” she cooed, passion gathering in her chest.

He moved a little closer so that she was able to reach out with her open mouth and capture the head without using her hands. As she rode Adrianna’s big toy, he slid his cock gently in and out of her hungry mouth.

Adrianna clearly wanted to be part of this, too, and her slightly lower position allowed her to lick his round balls.

Marc growled his satisfaction as they worked their mouths on him, and Diana knew she would come soon. Every part of her body was now involved in some form of fucking, and the sensations were building fast and strong inside her. Her entire being seemed on the brink of sexual explosion, but of course the hard crux of her pleasure centered in her pussy, which now rode Adrianna’s dildo with fervent delight.

“Your master wants you both to come,” Marc said through clenched teeth. “I want you to come hard and furious, and when you’re both done, I’m gonna come all over your hot, pretty nipples.”

All he had to do was ask—the mere words pushed Diana over the edge of pleasure into a deep, all-consuming, very naughty and satisfying bliss. She didn’t release her master’s cock from her mouth, though; she simply cried out around it as she pressed hard—her pussy, her breasts—into Adrianna. Just as Marc had wanted, it was a harsh, grueling orgasm that seemed to batter her entire body with the intensity of its force.

Just as the demanding waves receded, Adrianna began crying out as well. “I’m coming, I’m coming! Oh yes, I’m coming for you both!”

Diana enjoyed being so very near to her as she climaxed, her body rocking, breasts bouncing, that incredible strap-on dick thrusting even deeper into Diana’s pussy—but she was so wet, and opened so deep now, that pain had diminished completely and all she felt was the incredible fullness.

She concentrated on sucking her master’s lovely cock while Adrianna returned her mouth to the two tight globes below.

“So soon, so fucking soon, I’m gonna come on you both.”

Diana sucked harder and listened to him groan and curse beneath his breath, as he pulled back from her lips. “Beg me for it, slaves.”

Both of them held up their breasts, pushing them together to create a bounty of soft flesh for him to shoot on. “Master, please come on us! Please come, master!” Diana implored, as Adrianna said, “Come on our breasts!”

He groaned with the first spurt of fluid, which spattered diagonally across one of Adrianna’s breasts and onto Diana’s. The second and third bursts showered mainly Diana’s round curves, so he eked out a few more drops on Adrianna, using his hand.

Kneeling next to them on the bed, he helped both women rub his semen into their breasts as they massaged and kneaded each other, as well.

When they were both shiny and sticky, Diana sensually licked her lips and looked up at Marc. “Did we please you, master?”

He leaned over to give her a firm, passionate kiss, then delivered another to Adrianna. “Perfect slaves,” he said with a wicked, satisfied grin.

* * * * *

Marc watched as Adrianna slipped on the dress she’d arrived in, dropped her strap-on in the bag, then said, “Thank you both for a lovely evening,” before sashaying out the door.

Marc slid off his mask, turning to Diana, who lay next to him in bed. “Never much of a cuddler,” he said of Adrianna with a laugh, before turning more serious. “I’m glad, though. Glad to be alone with you for awhile.”

Lifting his hand to Diana’s cheek, he lowered a kiss to her slightly swollen lips. Nuzzling her afterward, he said, “Did you enjoy it?”

Lying back on her pillow, she looked introspective. “It went in waves for me,” she began. “At first I was enjoying it, but then I got so frustrated. Even as I was frustrated, though, I really wanted to submit and pleasure you, really wanted to be your slave.”

Her words drew a sensual smile from him, even as they managed to get his cock to perk back to life. “Domination is about trust, and you trusted me not to make you do anything that wouldn’t bring you pleasure. You also trusted me to bring you pleasure in the end. It…touches me that you trusted me, and that you wanted to give yourself over to me so completely before it was through.”

Her hazel eyes looked incredibly green tonight, seeming to sparkle with tiny gold diamonds as she spoke so softly that she sounded like a young girl. “I don’t think I could have fucked that big strap-on if I hadn’t been so inspired to please you.”

Her sentiments were so open, so earnest, that Marc’s chest tightened with emotion. “Was it okay? I mean…” He felt like a shit now, thinking he’d made her do something that
hadn’t
been entirely pleasurable. “Is your beautiful pussy okay? Does it hurt?” On instinct, he reached down beneath the covers they’d pulled up and began to gently stroke the smooth flesh between her legs.

“It’s fine now,” she promised with a smile. “And like I said, I wanted to do it for you. For me, too. To see if I could. And because it made me feel incredibly gratified to be a good slave girl to you.”

Damn, it was like there was a physical line between her mouth and his cock—every word she said pulled it more taut. “My only regret is that I let us all come before I got to fuck you.” He leaned over to drop a tender kiss high on one breast. “Do you have any idea how incredibly hot you looked, sweetheart?” He ran his hand up onto the boning of her waist cincher. “I love this. And the fishnet stockings and boots.” He released a small growling sound to express exactly how much he’d enjoyed her Sinsuous leather and other accoutrements. “Your breasts are so lovely,” he told her, lowering a kiss to one beaded pink nipple. “And your sweet little pussy makes me hard just to think of it. Are you sure it’s okay? It doesn’t hurt?”

She shrugged. “Not really. It might be a little sore later, but…”

“Maybe I should kiss it and make it feel better.” He couldn’t stop himself from kissing his way down her delectable curves until finally his lips were on the cleft of her cunt. He’d helped take off her boots and stockings before crawling under the covers, and now her legs curled around his upper back as he licked her moist, welcoming flesh.

She released small, pretty moans with each lick, and he found himself hoping his ministrations truly might soothe any discomfort he’d caused her to feel. Although she hadn’t complained, he thought now that he’d gotten too deep into his own game, perhaps been too confident that he knew what would bring her the most pleasure in the end. Of course, it seemed to have worked, but still…he’d played such games with women in the past and never before had he felt so strange afterward, at once thrilled by her acquiescence and dismayed by his insensitivity. All his feelings for her were coming on so damn strong he barely knew what to make of it.

Not that it mattered. Seemed he was constantly having to remind himself of that. This was just pre-settling-down play for her and he was just a guy she might remember fondly someday.

That stung a little, but he pushed it aside and forced himself back into the moment, where he was laving her sweet, wet pussy with all the passion he possessed.

Crawling back up her body, he began feeling playful, so he reached over beside the pillow where he’d discarded her stockings and picked one up. Easing her arms up over her head, he kissed her lush mouth and slid the fishnet around her wrists. He didn’t tie her tightly this time, just loosely confined her.

Raining kisses across her cheeks, neck, shoulders, he grinned and whispered, “I want inside your cunt, slave girl.”

She returned the teasing smile. “Mmm, fuck me, master.”