BDSM Romance Collection Page 5

  A man in a black, silky half mask stood beside the bound woman, administering various forms of sexual torment. He used a long, indigo feather to tease the woman’s pussy, clit, and nipples. Then a curved, small vibrator was pressed to the woman’s clitoris. She moaned and bucked in her tethers, but the man pulled the vibrator away before she came.

  Quietly, I watched over Cherry’s shoulder. She hadn’t noticed me yet. She was too intent on the porn. Her tiny hands tugged at the hem of the red sundress she wore until lacy, white panties were exposed. Cherry slipped two fingers inside her panties and began to play with herself.

  My cock tingled and started to stiffen as she slipped two fingers between her fleshy cunt lips. She ran them up the length of her slit, obviously lubing up her touch, then ground them into the fold of skin covering her clit. Her legs spread wider and she let out a little moan. My breathing quickened, my stomach tightened with instant horniness, but I tried to remain quiet. I didn’t want her to know I was here yet. I was enjoying the show too much.

  Her other hand slipped beneath the panties to pull back her clitoral hood. She rubbed faster now, then alternated between finger fucking herself and stroking that swollen bud of flesh. When she threw back her head, mewling as she came, she noticed me watching.

  “Lenny!” She bolted from the chair, and the show I’d been enjoying ceased.

  My hard on now painfully strained against the crotch of my jeans. I jumped, just as surprised by her shout as she was to discover she had an audience, then I cleared my throat. “Not that I mind watching you masturbate in the least, but you did leave a customer standing out there. He chewed my ass out.”

  Her already flushed cheeks went a deeper red. She bit her bottom lip, giving an apologetic look. “Crap, I guess I lost track of time.” She glanced at the clock behind us both. “Boy, did I ever. I thought I’d only been back her about fifteen minutes. Sorry about that.”

  Wisps of light blonde hair clung to her sweat dampened face. She did look beautiful, and my lust kicked it up another notch. My cock pulsed, and I wanted to drop my pants and fuck her right there.

  As if she read my thoughts, she walked closer and fondled my erection through my jeans. “You know, we could close up for a bit and take care of that.”

  “You’re becoming a sex fiend, Ms. Logan.” I grinned. “What would your brother say if he were here?”

  She laughed. “He’d probably say it’s about time you loosened up, Cherry.”

  I went and shut the shop and returned to the back storage area quickly. When I did so, I found Cherry bent over a table close to the television / DVD combo. Her pert little ass jutted high in the air, legs were spread wide, and her panties pooled around her ankles.

  “Before you fuck me, I want you to spank me,” she said when I drew close. I noticed a paddle covered in soft, red felt waited beside her on the table.

  I stopped, looked from the paddle to her. “Are you sure?”

  She gave an exasperated sigh. “Yes, of course I’m sure. Yeesh, what do you think I am, Lenny? Some sort of porcelain doll? I think we’ve established I like it rough sometimes.”

  I chuckled then picked up the paddle, running my palm over its velvety surface. “Okay, Ms. Cherry. Then a spanking you will get.”

  She anxiously wiggled her heart-shaped bottom and smiled up at me. I smoothed the paddle’s surface over the dimples at the top of her ass, then I stroked a sinuous s-curve over one well rounded, pale cheek. “You ready?” My voice was low and throaty with lust.

  She squirmed in anticipation and nodded as her smile grew wider.

  I drew back and aimed. The first slap I kept light, but the crack still echoed through the large room. Cherry gasped and her ass tightened. She wiggled and begged for another. “Harder this time.”

  “Okay.” I drew back again. “You asked for it.” And I added more force to the second slap.

  She squealed then let out a satisfied sigh. Her left cheek was bright red now, and I didn’t know how much longer my cock could stand this torture. I’d have to fuck her soon. I could see her exposed pussy glistening with wetness, and that just made me all the hornier.

  “Another,” she demanded.

  “Now, now, be patient, Cherry,” I said, deciding to torment her a bit before I gave into the demand. I slid the edge of the paddle down her ass crack and her seeping cunt lips. I lingered between her labia, stroking the paddle back and forth across her pussy hole, rubbing it over her clit. Then I drew it back to her bottom slowly. She squirmed and moaned as I did so, swaying her ass then pumping her hips. I swirled circles on her right cheek until she begged, “Please,” then I drew back to give her whack number three.

  Her ass jiggled and went the color of a ripe, pink fruit. She shrieked and giggled, and I noticed her pussy had grown even wetter. I couldn’t stand it any longer. My cock was so tight in my pants it hurt. I had to fuck her then and there, and I told her so.

  I wasted little time shedding my jeans, thankful I’d decided to go without briefs that morning. Kicking my pants across the floor, I grabbed a condom then drew close and slid my plump, throbbing cock up and down the length of her dripping slit. Cherry cooed and pushed her cunt into my cock. I squeezed her firm ass with one hand, kneading the globe of flesh as my dick glided inside her incredibly tight pussy.

  “You are so snug,” I murmured. “God…it feels like heaven.” I fucked her in slow, long strokes, enjoying the way her pussy gripped me as if it didn’t want to let me go.

  “Slap my ass while you fuck me,” she said, and I complied, a bit surprised she was enjoying the spanking so much, but I certainly wasn’t complaining either. I liked a woman who was into sexual experimentation.

  She grunted, “Harder,” after the next whack, and I wasn’t sure if her command referred to the crack of my hand or the tempo of my fucking. So I added a bit more power the next time my palm struck her ass, and I also put my back into the screwing I gave her. She moaned enthusiastically at both.

  “Play with me, Lenny,” she whispered. “Rub my clit while you fuck me. Slap my ass again, too.”

  By now, her pussy juices squished loudly as I rammed her. She was dripping wet, which turned me on even more. She slammed her ass backward, trying to take in every inch of me. I could feel her legs quivering from the building excitement.

  “My, you’re a demanding little thing, aren’t you?” I chuckled. “Okay, Ms. Cherry, let’s see if we can make that tight cunt of yours squirt again.”

  My free hand glided from her hip to her stomach. I teased her, taking my time finding my way to her clit. She moaned, begging “please” as she scooped her pelvis forward, obviously seeking my touch. I pinched and rolled her clit between my index and ring finger.

  “Ohhhhh, fuck yeah…feels soooo good,” she cried out. “Slap my ass again, too.”

  And I did. She screamed in pleasure and her torso lifted off the table. She looked up at me through half closed lids and smiled a seductive smile.

  At that point, I lost all control. I fucked her like a mad beast while I continued pleasuring her clit. My fingers dug deep into her ass and I held on tight. My balls slapped against her ass, and her cunt juices trickled farther down her thighs. Soon, her velvety-smooth, hot pussy tightened so hard she nearly pushed my cock out as she squeezed it with all her might. I groaned loudly, lost in sweet bliss, then she let out a long, piercing shriek as she came.

  I pulled out just in time to see and feel her squirt. It doused my groin and shot up my chest. I ran my hand through her sweet, sticky juices, then I pumped my cock over her bare ass and spilled my spunk all over it. Pearly cum pooled in the little dimples at the top of her buttocks.

  ***

  Lenny and I went out for lunch on Sunday to discuss the future of the Purple Pleasure Dome, once our year was up. We’d have to figure out what we were going to do with the apartment above the store, too.

  “Sell your half of the apartment to me, too,” Lenny said, just as I took a bite of my ham sand
wich. Smart devil knew this would delay my reply.

  I nearly choked on the chewed bread as it slid down my throat. I took a quick drink of beer. “Easy for you to say. Where do I live then, huh? Go back to the dorms? Besides,” I shrugged, “I haven’t technically agreed to sell you my half of the store when our year is up.”

  He looked aghast as he put down his glass of wine. “After all I’ve taught you, you’d stiff me on our deal?”

  I shook my head. “We never agreed on anything. And I think you’re enjoying the lessons as much as I am.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back in his chair and snorted disgust. “You’re wily, Cherry Logan. Just like your brother.”

  I grinned and raised my eyebrows at him. “A financial planner has to be shrewd. Tell you what. I’ll think about selling you the apartment, but I might stay just to torture you.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Sounds like something you’d do.”

  “Oh, put your hackles down, Lenny.” I bent forward and caressed his hand. “I’ll definitely sell you my half of the Purple Pleasure Dome. How’s that?”

  “Can I get that in writing?” He still sulked.

  I shook my head and took another bite of my sandwich. He gave an exasperated sigh, gulped his wine, and signaled the waiter for another.

  What can I say? I liked getting under Lenny’s skin. It made the sex between us all the better. Admittedly he looked gorgeous today, but I wasn’t about to tell him that. He wore a plain, ribbed white tank top that clung to his torso perfectly, defining every muscle. Tight black jeans encased his ass nicely. A day’s worth of stubble peppered his cheeks, which gave him a rakish, sexy appearance. Add to this oversized, dark sunglasses and reams of dark curls. He was the perfect portrait of a rock star.

  We sat on the patio of my favorite restaurant. It was a beautiful day for eating outdoors. The sun shone bright in a cloudless blue sky. A crème umbrella jutted from the center of our circular, white table, keeping the edge off the brightness and heat. People milled about in colorful summer clothes, chatting amicably.

  Just as the waiter brought Lenny’s wine, I spotted a man staring at us from two tables over. He, too, had the rock star look down to a T, only his version included a short, blond shag and embroidered white shirt. He wore tight leather pants and cowboy boots, and I wondered how he could handle the leather pants in this weather. When I caught his gaze and smiled, he waved. I waved back and he stood, drawing near. I noticed he was shorter than Lenny, and built solid. He had broad shoulders that tapered to a thin waist. Like Lenny, he wore those dark, oversized sunglasses.

  “Who’re you waving at?” Lenny grumbled, obviously still annoyed at me.

  I shook my head. “I don’t know, but he’s coming this way.”

  Lenny glanced in the direction I pointed. His lips curled in a wide smile. “Hey, that’s my old band mate. Jeff Callahan.”

  When Jeff reached our table, Lenny stood and greeted him. We offered him a seat, and I found myself surrounded by two equally hot rocker types. The day just kept getting better.

  As the three of us chatted, plans for a new sex lesson formed in my head. Jeff left our table, and we left the restaurant. On the walk to the car, I told Lenny what I had in mind.

  “So, your friend there… Think he’d be interested in a threesome?”

  I thought Lenny was going to drop his keys to the sidewalk. He stopped, gave me a surprised look over the rim of his sunglasses. “Well, that was blunt.”

  I giggled as I opened the car door. “No sense in beating around the bush.”

  “What did you have in mind, Ms. Logan?”

  I grinned. “Well, there was this other device I found at the back of the extra storage area…”

  He took his sunglasses off this time, tossed them to the dash as he started the car. “What have you been getting up to back there?”

  “Lately, researching bdsm a lot,” I confessed. “You know that black number with the straps and buckles? Is that a spanking chair?”

  He gave a low, throaty laugh at this. “Ah, yes. Another of your brother’s inventions. It is indeed.”

  “Well,” I said, stroking his thigh, inching closer to his crotch, “I’d like to try it out with you and your friend.”

  ***

  Turned out Jeff had been the drummer in Leather Lotharios, and he was more than willing to join us in my proposed sexual escapade.

  The three of us sat in the extra storage area on an old leather couch we’d placed amidst the bdsm merchandise. Whips and ball gags lined one wall, along with gimp masks and other assorted gear. A few feet away from the couch the center of tonight’s action waited. A leather covered spanking chair complete with straps for wrists and ankles, and one strap to go around the waist. This was used, Lenny said, to keep the spankee as still as possible while punishment was administered.

  We broke out Lenny’s biggest bong and a bottle of Merlot. We sipped the alcohol, taking the occasional toke as Jeff filled me in on his and Lenny’s days with Leather Lotharios.

  “Oh, you should’ve seen him back then, Cherry,” Jeff said, leaning closer to me on the couch, his hand trailing beneath the hem of my shiny skirt. “You think he’s a cad now. Back then, my dear, he almost put Byron to shame.” He glanced at Lenny, who had an eyebrow raised, giving a mock scowl as his glass of wine hovered close to his lips. “Byron is his idol, you know. At one time, Lenny had posters of the mad poet all over his room in our tour bus.”

  I giggled at this. “Ah yes, I remember. He had posters of him and Marc Bolan all over his bedroom, too. And David Bowie. Can’t forget Bowie.”

  “Are you two through talking as if I’m not in the room?” Lenny sniffed. “And you’re one to talk, Callahan. How many women have you had now? God, it must be getting close to triple digits.”

  Jeff laughed and held his hands up in mock surrender. “You win, McDougall.”

  Jeff’s fingers slid beneath the hem of my red thong, seeking my already wet pussy. I opened my legs wide, tilted my pelvis to give him better access. Lenny put down his wine and leaned in to kiss me. His tongue massaged the roof of my mouth, then coaxed my own tongue into an erotic dance with his. He slid the strap of my dress off my shoulder, baring one of my breasts. His fingers tweaked and teased the nipple.

  When he pulled his lips from mine, I whispered, “Oh, yes… Let’s get this party started.” One of them laughed gently at my words, but as teeth clamped around my nipple I forgot to care who was who.

  They tugged my dress over my head. Large, callused hands roamed all over my body, squeezing, caressing, probing. Jeff slid the two fingers he’d used to play with me into my mouth, and I sucked on them greedily. He dipped his head to my neck, biting and licking a trail to my ear, while Lenny went to his knees in front of me and tore the tiny, red thong away from tingling cunt.

  “Get naked,” I demanded, “Both of you, right now.”

  They complied quickly, pulling away from me long enough to shuck their clothes. Soon they were back in position and pleasuring me. I wrapped my hand around Jeff’s cock while his mouth trailed lower, returning to my tits, where he thoroughly laved and sucked the nipples until they and my cunt throbbed with uncontrollable fire. Lenny made that fire even hotter as his tongue licked the length of my dripping slit. Then he lapped at my clit like a cat enjoying cream.

  They licked and sucked me into a horny frenzy before I begged them to lead me to the chair. I was quivering from erotic energy. They continued to sensually massage my skin, tease me, as they strapped my ankles into the chair. One of them licked the sole of my foot, and I squealed as it tickled and made me jump. The other placed a firm hand on my back and bent me over the chair, fastening my wrists tightly in their clamps. Fingers skimmed over my shoulders in circles before the waist strap was secured.

  “Are you ready, Cherry?” Lenny whispered, his eyes sparkling with lust as he looked at me. “What would you like us to do with you first?”

  “Get the cat o’ nin
e tails and a paddle,” I said. “I want you to spank me, fuck me, and let me suck one of you.”

  Jeff gave a lusty laugh from behind me. “You have to love a woman who knows what she wants.”

  Cool leather braids kissed my back, sweeping downward to trail between my ass cheeks. I felt a leather covered paddle join the whip’s touch.

  “Now, don’t move. Don’t you dare scream, unless you’re giving the safe word. And you can’t cum, can’t even moan in pleasure, unless we tell you too? All right?” Lenny’s voice was deep and authoritative, and it sent a thrill of pleasure through me. Just as I had asked, they took over the dominant role, and I was their willing submissive. I nodded to show I understood.

  The tails of the whip moved up my lower back then tickled the length of my spine. The paddle’s edge slipped between my crack and teased my cunt, before he brought it back to my ass, circled it over one cheek, and then drew back. I held my breath and waited. Soon the whip’s touch left me too, and then both instruments of punishment slapped against my energized flesh. The paddle came down with a soft crack, and the whips lightly stung my shoulders. I kept still in my bonds, but my pussy quivered and grew wetter still.

  The next crack of the paddle jiggled my cheek, and the resulting sting burned hot. The whips came down across the middle of my back this time, also with a sharper bite. I jerked a bit in my bonds, but swallowed a moan.

  “Bad Cherry,” one of them growled in my ear. “You moved. Am I going to have to stop and leave you here, bound and naked, until you can behave?”

  Emphatically, I shook my head. He gave a guttural chuckle at this.

  Both of them touched my ass now, and I felt the leather strips of the whip brush over one cheek, while the paddle teased the other. My every cell seemed to throb with erotic anticipation. My whole body trembled with stimuli and the growing need for release. To at least cry out in pleasure, but I kept my cool, my control, enjoying this mind game, this mental exercise in complete submission and relinquishing control. They spanked my ass and back red, and my flesh zinged with this pleasure pain combination. Finally, when I could take it no longer, I cried out the safe word and begged them to fuck me while I sucked off one of them.