Jaxie's Menage (10 page)

“
Back against
the wood, please,” she instructed.

He did as she
said and leaned his back against the cross. Like an expert, she
lashed Royce’s wrists and ankles to the wood planks, then she
turned to Ewan.

“
Your
turn.”

Ewan
hesitated. It wasn’t every day that he disrobed in front of a woman
he barely knew.

“
It is what
you signed up for, my man,” Royce said in a teasing tone. “Didn’t
you read the small print on the membership contract when you
joined?”

Rachel smiled
sweetly and nodded.

“
Don’t worry.
You haven’t gotten anything that I haven’t already seen on another
gladiator,”

Ewan rolled
his eyes, untied his sash, slipped off his robe and handed it to
Rachel. She swooped over and picked up Royce’s robe and placed both
on a nearby chair.

Ewan stepped
up to the cross, placing his back to the boards just as Royce had
done.

“
Nope, wrong
position. If you’ll move away and turn around, you’ll see a hole in
the board around your thigh juncture height. Stick your cock
through that hole, and I’ll do the rest.”

Get out of
here
.

Royce whistled
softly as Ewan turned and inspected said hole. It was about three
inches in diameter. The wooden edges were planed smooth.

“
No splinters,
I hope?” Royce teased as Ewan moved belly first against the
cross.

Hell, he hoped
there weren’t any splinters. That would be a bit too painful for
him. Suddenly he imagined all the naughty things Ms. Princess Bride
could do to his shaft while it was sticking through that
hole.

He inhaled
sharply as his shaft hardened to the point he could barely press it
into and then through the circle.

“
Everything is
polished to perfection, so no worries on slivers. Unless, of
course, you enjoy acupuncture?”

She pressed
her hand against the small of his back, forcing his belly closer to
the plank. A leather belt was quickly lashed around his waist. She
pulled it tight, pressing him against the wood.

An erotic
tremor raced through him. He was a hostage of the cross and at the
mercy of the princess bride. She could do anything she wanted to
him.

Rachel quickly
lashed his wrists and ankles and then she moved to the other side
of the cross and something warm and slippery slipped over his
penis. Her hands? Lube?

Pleasure
shimmered through him as his cock reacted to the intimate touches.
She stroked and squeezed and pulled until he was breathing
heavily.

His erection
throbbed and pulsed. He needed release.

“
Do you want
to come?” she whispered softly.

“
Yes,” he
groaned through gritted teeth.

“
Not
yet.”

Damn
!

“
Well, hell, I
thought we were the ones who were going to do the pleasuring,”
Royce grumbled as Rachel moved to him. The slurp of lube split the
air and Ewan’s cock hardened even more as he remembered how
intimately Rachel’s warm hands had just caressed his shaft with the
slippery substance. A couple of minutes later, Royce was
groaning.

While Rachel
kept herself busy with Royce, Ewan took the opportunity to pull
against his restraints. He could barely move. The binds were
secure, but if he tried hard enough…

The sound of
the door closing made him relax. A little.

Rachel had
left.

“
We may as
well sit back and enjoy our luck,” Royce said in a guttural
voice.

“
Yeah,” Ewan
replied. Might as well look on the bright side. He would enjoy the
princess bride’s attention. But only for so long, because he had a
huge surprise in store for her.

Something she
wouldn’t see coming.

* * * *
*

Jaxie searched
for Rachel everywhere. The woman had simply vanished. If she
couldn’t find Rachel, then who in the world was running her
club?

Oh man, this
ménage she’d so carefully planned was going down faster than
Dorothy’s farmhouse in a tornado, she thought as she walked out of
the women's locker room with her robe pockets stuffed with condoms
and the key to the room she’d picked from the top hat.

Damn Rachel
for screwing her plans!

Jaxie
stiffened with sudden awareness. Rachel was always telling her that
Jaxie planned things too much. That she needed to be more
spontaneous. Is this what had happened? Had Rachel changed Jaxie’s
well-laid plans?

Excitement
zipped through her.

Oh heck! There
was only one way to find out.

It took her
only moments to slip into the Crystal Room. The instant she did,
she relaxed.

Tinkles of
sound greeted her as warm air flowed out of the air vents and
against the chandeliers, causing them to sway gently. Dangling from
each of fixture were crystal wind chimes that clinked against each
other. She’d always loved that sound. And she enjoyed how the
reflections of the crystals flickered off the walls.

Movement from
the far corner of the room made her freeze.

There, in the
darkness, were her two gladiators. They’d been secured to the
crosses. Muscles bulged in their arms and legs as they moved
against their restraints.

Wow. Naked
and at
her
mercy.

Well, she was
a control freak, so maybe she’d enjoy doing what she wanted to do
to them. Maybe she could get them so mad and aroused they would
take her forcefully?

She blew out a
tense breath, placed the crystal key on a shelf, and tiptoed
further into the room.

The gladiators
must have heard her, for they both stiffened.

She remained
silent because she didn’t want to give away her identity. Besides,
they both appeared familiar, despite wearing black hoods and
masks.

Especially the
one to her right. His back was to her, yet he had the same body
type like Ewan.

She could take
out her frustrations on that gladiator. Pretend it was Ewan. Oh
boy, it would be a very nice pretend.

But she would
start with the gladiator to her left. His cock was truly engorged.
Almost painfully so. Perhaps she could create a little bit more
pain?

Jaxie smiled
as she walked to a nearby wall where several whips and paddles hung
on a rack. She’d handpicked everything for this room. Now was her
turn to try some of the items.

She grabbed
one of the cat-o-nine tails. This particular one had several
individual braided ropes that ended with knots. Woven into those
nubs were small, smooth crystals that would some friction and pain
when the crystal-laden tails hit sensitive flesh.

Jaxie moved
closer to the gladiator facing her. He was breathing heavily and a
sheen of perspiration laced his forehead and the muscles in his
chest and arms bulged as he moved against the
restraints.

Oh dear, the
gladiator didn’t seem to like being tied to a cross. She smiled at
his discomfort, reached out and trailed her fingertips over his
chest. His muscles flexed beneath her touch.

He didn’t have
any chest hairs. She liked that. She’d tried to get Ewan to shave
off his chest hairs too because she didn’t much care for the curly
hair in her mouth when she kissed him there. She’d loved kissing
his chest.

But he’d
refused to do the deed. Now she had a man without hair.

She lowered
her gaze. He’d even shaved himself…down there.

Her mouth
watered as she spied that thick, juicy erection. She’d get a taste
of that throbbing flesh in a little while, but right now, she
wanted to inflict some pain. Wanted to make herself forget
everything that had happened since that avalanche.

She took a
couple of steps back, artfully lifted her whip, and brought it down
on the gladiator’s very nice-looking chest.

He groaned
sexily the instant the tails snapped against his body. She gasped
as a red line appeared. The gladiator didn’t so much as protest.
She hit him again. And again, watching how his hands clenched into
tight fists as he embraced the pain.

She enjoyed
the way his body danced as the lashes hit his powerful flesh.
Compared to his first groan, the rest were restrained. The erotic
sounds of his guttural voice sent shivers of excitement racing
through her. The numerous sweet red marks invoked an odd tenderness
inside her.

Leaning over,
she softly brushed her lips against one of the welts.

He inhaled
sharply. He must like having her mouth upon his flesh. Arousal
flared through her and she kissed a slow line down the middle of
his belly. The muscles in his taut abdomen rippled beneath her
mouth.

Very
responsive. Very nice.

She looked
down and noticed his cock had been lubed with a reddish color. She
caught a whiff of strawberry scent. Rachel had planned well for
her.

Strawberry-scented natural edible massage oil had been rubbed
onto his shaft. The oil would make him slippery in her
mouth.

She inhaled a
deep breath and gathered courage. She could do this to a stranger.
She would do this. She wanted to experience the full spectrum of a
ménage, and that included oral sex.

She placed the
whip down on the floor, out of the way, and grabbed a cushion from
a nearby chair. She placed the cushion on the floor between the
gladiator’s thighs and dropped to her knees before him.

He seemed
tense, alert, his head slightly tilted as he watched her through
the slits in his mask. She smiled at his curiosity and placed her
hands around his jerking shaft. She hadn’t had a man’s penis in her
mouth since Ewan, and that had been a long time ago.

This man’s
cock was a little larger and a little thicker than Ewan’s. A
tighter squeeze into her mouth and into her pussy. Or
ass.

She swallowed
at the sudden tension sweeping through her.

She could do
this. She
wanted
to do this.
Needed
to push Ewan away.

Leaning
forward, she moved her face closer to the well-hung gladiator’s
shaft. The luscious odor of strawberries permeated the air. She
moaned softly as she teased her lips with the tip of his
strawberry-scented, plum-shaped cockhead, using it as if it were
lipstick.

His breaths
came faster as she slurped some of the lube into her
mouth.

Hmm,
yummy.
She could hear the other
gladiator’s breaths growing faster too. It was good to know both
men were aroused.

She moved her
head forward and the hot head of his large cockhead slipped past
her lips. It was a tight squeeze, just as she thought it would be.
She allowed his shaft to slide deeper into her mouth, and then
stopped when he hit her tonsils. She wrapped her hand around an
area near her mouth, knowing she should go no further, once she
began to suck him.

His swollen
flesh jerked as Jaxie began a slow bob of her head, licking his
flesh, and tightening her mouth. His penis stretched her lips, made
them feel a bit bruised and tingly. She caressed the hard length of
his shaft with her lips, stroked his rigid flesh with her tongue
and slowly moved into a rapid bob of her head.

He tried to
gyrate his hips, to thrust forward, but Rachel had tied him very
nicely to the cross.

Jaxie slurped
and then rasped her teeth along his flesh, giving him quite an
arrangement of friction. His groans grew louder. She loved the
sounds and she enjoyed the feeling of his thickness in her
mouth.

He was hard,
his flesh jerking and pulsing. When she sensed he would come, she
stopped and moved away. He swore softly. His voice was thick and
strangled, his breathing rough and uneven.

His shaft was
ultra-hard and so swollen, she bet he was extremely frustrated and
ready to come.

Good. Now she
would go to the next gladiator.

She picked up
the cat-o-nine tails.

Royce couldn’t
slow his breathing.

Wow! She knew
how to mouth fuck. She’d brought him right to the edge where he
would have come within a second, and then she’d backed off. He
could barely collect his thoughts or his composure as she moved
away from him.

Is this what
she’d done to Ewan when they’d been together? The man was utterly
mad letting her go.

He stiffened
as she gently kissed the tip of his cock. Then, to his
disappointment, she stood and strolled over to Ewan.

Ewan appeared
tense. His body seemed to be stiff with awareness as she drew close
to him. Her mask shimmered beneath the dim lights and Ewan’s dark
mask did a good job in hiding his face and emotions. But Royce
didn’t miss the muscles twitching in Ewan’s shoulders or the
tenseness shifting though his body as the princess bride approached
him.