The Forbidden Room 01 - The Forbidden Room (27 page)

“What do you think little one?” he asked her with a lopsided grin. “Do you want us both?” Still blushing, she nodded. I watched briefly as Master Ethan removed the front panel of his pants, then I straddled her shoulders, grasping her wrists, I pushed them firmly into the mat over her head and held them there. On my hands and knees like that, my cock was directly over her face, and I pushed it back into her mouth. Just as I started a steady rhythm, I felt her shift slightly underneath me, and heard Master Ethan groan, telling me that he had just entered her as well. The mental picture of both of us fucking this helpless naked girl made me move my hips faster. She moaned loudly around me, causing wicked vibrations, and I felt them fucking everywhere. My orgasm was fast approaching, I could feel it building. Watching Jeanette’s face, between my legs, I made sure she was okay as I continued to fuck her mouth. She was sucking and running her tongue and teeth over my shaft. It was maddening.

Then, without warning, she began to cry out around me. Alarmed, I pulled back, but she just arched her back pushing her soft breasts up between my legs. Her head thrown back and her little hands wrapped tightly around my wrists, her orgasm was strong and intense as it broke around her, and she was all the more beautiful for it. As it subsided, she caught my eye and her lips parted again, a clear invitation. I complied with her silent request, and felt my body rapidly approaching its release that it had been denied just a little too long, and the sounds she had made in her passion were just a little too enthusiastic. Then, I felt Master Ethan’s fingers stroking my hip, running them very lightly over my skin, more of an affectionate caress than anything, that one small show of warmth was enough to make me fill her sweet little mouth. I cried out as my orgasm exploded out of me and into her, she took every bit, closing her eyes just a moment in order to concentrate. With shaking legs, I pulled away and let myself fall to her side on the mat. Just for a minute, I closed my eyes, and concentrated on catching my breath.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Master Ethan lean forward and wrap his arms around Jeanette’s waist, picking her up using his upper body strength. He was still on his knees, but now the girl was impaled on him, her hands were under her long hair, fingers clasped behind her neck. Her breasts bounced beautifully right in his line of sight as he thrust skillfully up into her, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips as he forced her down onto him. They really were beautiful. He was powerful, masterful, strong, and confident. There was no hesitation in his movements, no doubt, and she was soft, compliant, and radiant in her obvious excitement. Watching them was a privilege.

Incredibly, it was Jeanette’s orgasm that hit first, her third of the evening in nearly rapid succession. As Stephen had indicted, she was incredibly responsive. Master Ethan followed soon after, the look on his face one of deep satisfaction. I had a feeling it was more than just his physical pleasure, he was pleased that I had taken so well to this change in our arrangement. Perhaps he thought I would leave, or that I wouldn’t be interested in him once I had my choice of other playmates. He was wrong – on both counts. We had proved over our week with Lexi that there was something more to our relationship than just our agreement. However, exactly what that something was remained to be seen.

Jeanette lay spent on the mat, her head in Master Ethan’s lap while he stroked her hair, talking to her quietly, “…two more sessions, little one. I will tell Master Stephen what a good girl you were; hopefully he will reward you for your service.” Then he looked up at me.

“Our next submissive will prove to be a real challenge. Genevieve indicated that her little sub is very feisty. The girl has been with her for about six months, but she thought that maybe a little time with us would bend the girl to her will.”

“I look forward to the challenge, Master Ethan.”

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“The thing about suspension,” Master Ethan said as the girl dangled helplessly before him, “is to make sure that there is no interruption in blood flow.” He checked her extremities and then slapped her on the thigh. “Isn’t that right, Danielle?” he asked the girl, grinning and winking at her, and she growled at him bucking hard in her restraints.

“My, my…you are a feisty one,” he chuckled, and went to the back wall to choose an implement for her chastisement. Calling me to come back with him, we went over different options as he explained the pros and cons of each, especially as they related to her current positioning. Together, we selected a braided stick that rounded into a wide loop at the end, a device creatively known as a slapper, and offered a greater degree of precision in her current position. If she were on the ground, she would have been lying on her left side, but she was about three feet above the ground with her arms folded behind her, each wrist bound to the opposite elbow, pushing her breasts out further. A thick chain attached clamps to her nipples, and she was gagged tightly for her insolence. The topmost leg, her right leg, was bound high by the knee, while her left leg dangled helplessly below her leaving her impossibly spread and vulnerable. I just wanted to fuck her, just to watch her squirm, but we had other things to attend to. He handed me the slapper, and I walked over to the girl, noticing that while her face was set, but her eyes were blazing.

“Are you going to be a good girl, Danielle?” I asked her, and she stayed defiantly still and quiet. I brought the implement down hard across her exposed buttocks, leaving a lovely red mark. Danielle jerked, but made no sound. Continuing along a measured path over her buttocks and thighs, I whipped her tender flesh along the tops of her inner thighs. Still, she didn’t make a sound. So, I went to the wall, and pulled down a leather flogger. When I returned to the girl who was still resolutely defiant, I whipped her breasts around the clamps as silent tears fell from her eyes, but still no sounds. Then I used the flogger to whip the tender, sensitive flesh between her legs. The continual dampening of the flogger was evidence of her arousal. Still, the tears flowed but she maintained her silent vigil. I walked around her and surveyed my work, her buttocks and thighs were dotted with rounded red marks, her breasts were stained a light pink, and her wet sex was a darker pink. I tossed the pain inducing devices onto a nearby table and picked out a few pleasure inducing ones. When she saw what I carried, her eyes widened at my approach. I looked over at Master Ethan and he nodded approvingly.

I walked around behind her, so she couldn’t see me, heightening her anticipation, and turned on the vibrator. I moved it slowly down her spine. She shivered violently and I chuckled to myself as I continued down her back until the toy rested lightly between her buttocks. Her hips began to move slightly, but I just slid the toy forward onto her already overeager sex. Other than her hard breathing around the gag, she made no obvious noise, even as I rubbed the hard plastic toy up and down the length of her wet sex. Her hips bucked savagely, desperate for that climax, that release. The chain on the clamps swayed, bringing a new sensation with it.

“That feels good, doesn’t it Danielle?” I asked her, and she immediately stopped moving. I laughed, “So stubborn, little one….”

“I think we need to give her a little more incentive to behave, Master Ethan,” I told him, and he winked at me, shrugging away from the wall and walked up behind me as I moved away from the girl.

He whispered softly to me, so that she wouldn’t hear. “Genevieve tells me that she’s very audibly stimulated, so don’t hold anything back.” Then, he took one step back and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt pulling it up slowly. My eyes left the girl’s only when my shirt was in front of them. I continued to watch her as he reached around me to unbutton and unzip my jeans, and then he pulled them down and I stepped out, leaving me naked before her eyes. Leaving my arms docile at my sides, his arms came around to stroke my chest, as his thumbs found my hardened nipples, I moaned and my head dropped back onto his shoulder. He took the opportunity to place little kisses on my exposed neck, and then my cheek. I turned my head slightly, searching, and was rewarded with his lips against mine. As his mouth opened and his warm tongue met mine, I faintly heard the girl moan. Progress was certainly being made.

To be completely honest, I had started to forget the girl was in the room, especially when Master Ethan pinched both of my nipples. I ground my naked ass against his leather clad cock and was rewarded with a moan from him as well.

“Oh, you like that don’t you, my Jayden?” he asked into my neck, loud enough for the girl to hear. I moaned and nodded. Then, his right hand ghosted down across my abdomen, my muscles clenching as I drew in a sharp breath, whimpering deep in my throat as his hand trailed across my naked hip. It took all of my willpower to leave my hands at my sides, but I managed. I gasped as his hand closed around my erection, and reaching up behind me I tangled my fingers in his hair, the battle to remain still was lost.

“Mmmmmm…Master Ethan…Please….” I wasn’t sure what I was pleading for, but he had told me not to hold back. If he wanted to give our little insolent sub a show, I would certainly play along – especially if I got off as a result. He pumped me hard in his hand, and I thought for a second that my knees would buckle.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured low into my neck, still stroking me. It was difficult to form a coherent thought, but I did manage to get it out.

“I want to suck you, Master. Please…Please let me suck you,” I cried, feeling my orgasm start to build. On my knees, without him stroking me, I had a shot at lasting longer than a minute or two. His hands were just too fucking good. Everything about him was too fucking good.

“What a good boy….” he whispered, and then said louder so she could hear “you may.” I turned quickly and got to my knees. Quickly, I unsnapped the panel on his leather pants before taking him into my mouth. I felt his hands slide into my hair. While I couldn’t see the girl, I knew what she could see behind me and just to my left, she could watch his cock slide in and out of my mouth, she could watch his face as I sucked him deep and hard. A deep resonating moan in my throat made my lips vibrate, and I felt his hands tighten in my hair for just a second before he went back to stroking it. As I sucked him, on each stroke of his cock into my mouth I moaned deeply. The faster he moved, the more insistent my sounds became, his fingers were now locked in my hair. I knew he wanted to come, I could feel the strain in his muscles as he fought it. Finally, he pulled away all together.

“Fuck…You think that’s funny do you?” he asked, and I chuckled as he pushed me onto my back on one of the padded mats. Grabbing the lube from the side table, he pushed my legs up so far that I was resting on my shoulder blades with my feet over my head, my back perpendicular to the floor, and my ass perfectly positioned in the air, so incredibly submissive like this, so fucking open to him. “You may be training as a Dom, boy, but as long as you wear that cuff – your ass is mine.” Then I groaned loudly as he entered me. He wasn’t angry or rough, but rather swift and gentle, holding my hips as he came down onto me, thrust after thrust, fucking me hard. I didn’t care about whether or not our display was doing the trick, all I really cared about was keeping my balance in this position, and how fucking good it felt.

My muscles were clenched, holding myself in this position, and I was tighter for him, I could feel it. From the way my legs swayed slightly with the motion, to the tension in my back and shoulders, my whole body felt the effects of his thrusts. Then, he reached down and began to stroke me again. I was already excited from his ministrations earlier, and this position was just fucking turning me on. I felt so exposed, so dominated by him like this.

“Do you want to come, my Jayden?” he asked with a smirk.

“Yes, Master, please….” I cried out as his strokes became more insistent.

“Look up,” he said quietly, and I opened my eyes and realized that in this position, the head of my cock was aimed directly at my face. I couldn’t decide if that excited me, or disgusted me. After a minute of deliberation, I finally decided on the former, and closing my eyes tightly, my orgasm ripped through me. Grunting as I came, I felt my own hot semen hit my face, making it all the more decadent. Then, I heard his low utterance of “fuck” as he thrust hard into me and stopped, coming inside my ass with a soft groan that sent a shiver right up my spine. God, I loved how he sounded.

Finally, he released me, helping me slowly to lie on my back, and he was on top of me in an instant, kissing me hard. I moaned as his mouth met mine, and I felt him licking my lips slowly, tasting me on my lips. Behind me, I heard the girl struggling in her bonds, whimpering.

“Go clean up first, and then I’ll go. We need to get back to playing with our toy,” he said, grinning at me. He stood up and walked over to her as I got to my feet. “Well, Danielle, do you think you’re ready to come for us now?” She nodded fiercely, whimpering, pleading behind the gag. After quickly cleaning up with a washcloth, I returned, then, Ethan left to clean up. While he was gone, I picked up the hard plastic vibrator and played with her a little, she was nearly in tears by the time he returned.

“Make her come for us Jayden.” I knew the girl was so incredibly close to her orgasm, and when I pulled the vibrator away and she whined, almost pathetically. Watching her for a moment as she desperately tried to rub her legs together, to get some kind of relief. In her bound position, however, they just wouldn’t close.

“Is this what you want?” I asked her, as I stroked my hardening cock in front of her face, and she nodded fervently. I ran the head along her cheek, and she closed her eyes. Moving back around her, I positioned myself so that the leg that was bound up in the air was over my shoulder – then, I thrust into her. She cried out behind the gag as I took a tight hold of the ropes around her hips, the ones that were baring the stress of her suspension, and her body began to swing lightly with the rhythm of my hard thrusts. Within just a few minutes, her body began to tremble in her bindings, her legs jerked, and I felt her tighten. Then I heard it, and it was like music to me – the all out, head thrown back scream to announce the start of her orgasm. Moaning, as her body shuddered all around me, I gave her a few more good thrusts to prolong the feeling for her, and then I pulled out. I was still so fucking hard.