Assumed Master (17 page)

"I believe I’ll be retiring to my end of
the house boys and girl," he announced, rising and emptying his tumbler
before leaving it on the end table beside his chair. "Try to keep it down
to a dull roar."

"Let’s go upstairs," Dante prompted,
giving Julie’s shoulder a nudge once Allen disappeared from the sitting room.

"I can take my bag to the adjoining room
and take a long bath, read…" Julie offered, anxiety creeping over her at
the prospect of what she thought Dante was insinuating. As much as the thought
aroused her, she wasn’t sure she was ready to act on her curiosity. She stood,
hands twisting, palms sweaty. Her heart was trying to find a way out of her
chest.
"If you want some time alone?
Master?"

"No, love.
I want you both," Dante assured her as
Blake stood and headed for the stairs. Dante took her face in his hands and
looked into her eyes, which she guessed were blown up the size of half-dollars.
"If you’re ready.
I talked to Blake already. He’s
okay with it, but only if you are."

He brushed her hair behind her ear then ran a
line of kisses from her lips, across her jaw, and ended by brushing her lobe
with his tongue before taking it between his teeth. Julie shuddered and her
breath came out in uneven puffs. Risks were her life at one point. Then Mason came
along and exercised control of those risks, only taking the ones he thought she
could handle. Now Dante was offering her a golden egg on a satin pillow,
opening the door and letting her see inside, allowing her to be a part of the
decision making process. While Mason’s way helped her center her life and
overcome many mental and emotional barriers, Dante’s way was so enticing her
mouth ached from desire and flooded with moisture. She was starved for a risk. In
that moment Julie acknowledged while she was a fear slut, fear came in many
forms and the fear of how this would work and where it would lead was just as
thrilling as Mason tying her up, cutting off all her senses, and making her
wonder from what direction he would come and when. Being with Mason was like
living with Hannibal Lecter. She had a feeling living and learning with Dante
would be the difference in being blind and mute and having hyper-sensitive
hearing and sight. Was it scarier knowing what was coming or being ignorant to
the thing in the dark? Another wave of tremors ran up her spine and her mind
was made up.

 
"I…yes?
I…how exactly…Master, I don’t understand…"

"Where there’s a will, there’s a way,"
Dante said, taking her hand and leading her to the stairs. "Come on, no
more house divided."

Blake was already stripped down, standing naked
beside the four-post King bed dressed completely in white linens. It wasn't what
she expected and it definitely didn’t seem any more fitting than the angel on
the tree downstairs. Allen was a study in self-contradictions.

Julie swallowed a hard lump and glanced at
Blake. Why was it in all the years she’d known him and seen him naked, she’d
never really noticed how nice his body was? His cock hung heavy, already
half-engorged, and she figured out quickly this was the first time she’d taken
stock of him that way. No wonder Dante was satisfied with him. From a woman’s
view, Blake was well-stocked. Not enormous, not puny, just right. And it was a
pretty tawny color, not that ruddy color that made you think twice as if maybe
something's wrong.

"He’s pretty, isn’t he?" Dante
asked, reaching around from behind her and unbuttoning her blouse. "So are
you. I couldn’t ask for a more perfectly matched set." His voice rumbled
through her as he pressed her back against his chest, his hand finding its way
under her bra to knead her right breast.

Somehow in a matter of seconds, Julie found
herself standing naked. Dante, still clothed, stood between her and Blake. Then,
as if by intuition, she and Blake started working in tandem, catering to their
Master and it became strikingly clear how this would work. All contact would
come through Dante and somehow knowing they were working in unison to please
the man they shared made it seem like the most natural thing in the world. With
her inhibitions quickly dissolving, Julie ran her fingertips under the edge of
Dante’s shirt and tugged, pulling it as Blake sent his tongue up his back as
inches and inches of hardened, tanned flesh were unveiled. Once his shirt hit
the floor, Blake continued his exploration with his tongue, his hands following
the same pattern on Dante’s chest while Julie went to work on removing the rest
of his clothing.

She dropped to the floor and helped him out of
his shoes and socks then reached up and unfastened his slacks, working them
past his hips before they puddled at his feet. When he stepped out of them,
Julie rose up on her knees, worked his boxers to just past his hips, and freed
his throbbing cock. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked up from beneath her
lashes.

"May I, Master?" she asked, her
fingers itching to touch.

"Yes, love. Touch me," Dante
answered, twisting his upper body to accommodate Blake, touching their lips as
he reached between and fisted the man’s cock. "Show slave how good you
are."

Smiling up at Blake who peered over Dante’s
shoulder, Julie ran her tongue along her lips, wetting them thoroughly before
setting them over Dante’s swollen, purple head. After a few swipes of the flat
of her tongue across the backside of it, she sank all the way over him in one
stroke and held him in her throat, milking him with her muscles. Dante hissed
and his abdomen tightened. He ran one hand in her hair and gripped her scalp
just as Blake’s right hand snaked between his thighs to fondle his ball sac.

They were a tangle of arms, legs, cocks, and
mouths. Julie was losing track of where one of them ended and another started. The
next time she looked up from her task of sucking off their Master, Blake’s eyes
were squeezed shut and he was panting as Dante stroked him hard and fast.
Dante’s eyes, however, were fully open and focused on her. They ran black with
lust and his jaw was clenched so tightly the muscles along the underside were
jumping. It was as if they were hyperaware of each other, yet oblivious to
anyone else being present at the same time.

Just when Julie thought Dante would reward her
for her effort and fill her throat with his seed, he pulled her away. Holding
tightly to her head, he forced her to watch as Blake
came
undone and shot thick, ropes of semen across Dante’s hip, the salty, bitter
smell permeating the air. Blake clutched Dante’s middle and rode out the last
of the spasms before laying his head along his back and taking a long breath.

"On the bed, love," Dante ordered,
leaving no room for debate. "Spread-eagle, if you please."

While she scrambled up from the floor and did
as she’d been told, Julie watched as Dante took his time with Blake, helping
him clean up with a towel he retrieved from the bathroom before pulling him
into an embrace and running his tongue along Blake’s throat.

"Get some rope from the bag, slave,"
he told him, turning him loose and looking at Julie where she lay like a human
buffet.
"Time to tie her up."

With Julie’s arms securely restrained to the posters
at the head of the bed, Dante began working on her legs. Wrapping a length of
rope around her thigh and securing it, he then raised her leg, letting her calf
fall against the back of her leg, and tied the rope off at the head of the bed
along with her wrist. Once her other leg was tied off, she was left thoroughly
vulnerable as her pussy and ass were now wide open. Never uttering a word,
simply watching him work the ropes expertly, Julie glanced to the side to see
Blake had retrieved a few more items from one of the many bags lined up on a
chaise lounge in the corner of the room. Laid out on a towel beside her were a
vibrating dildo, a butt plug, and a tube of Maximus.

Now that Julie was fully trussed, Dante
checked her circulation before shoving his boxers the rest of the way down,
kicking them to the side, and climbing on the bed, stopping in front of her to
look down at his handiwork.

"I could get used to this sight," he
said, running one finger down between her labia and back up. "You like it,
too."

"Yes, Master," she said, her heart
taking up an irregular rhythm at the commanding tone in his voice.

"Do any of those things bother you?"
he asked, nodding at the items Blake had presented.

"I…well…" Julie stalled.

"Which one?"

"The plug, Master."

"You’ve never used one?"
A look of disbelief fan over his features.

"No, Master."

"Are you opposed to it? I mean, obviously
I like asses." Dante grinned at her and a nervous giggle escaped her at
his attempt at lighten the situation. "But, I have slave for that if you’d
rather not try it."

"I want to try it, Master," she
said, grateful he’d given her the choice and wanting to please him because of
it. Besides, she'd been curious over the years. She couldn’t believe she was
well past forty and had so much left to explore.

Dante nodded and bent to run a perfect line
down the back of one leg, across her pussy, and up the back of the other one
with his tongue. He stopped just under her knee and sucked at the same time he
sank two fingers inside her, probing.

"Wet," he murmured.
"Makes me hard."

As Dante continued his assault on her pussy,
Blake joined them and rolled to his back, working his head between Dante’s legs
as he spread them and rose up on his knees to accommodate the man. While Dante
tended to Julie, Blake saw to Dante’s distended cock that had been tapping his
stomach, leaving a wet spot near his belly button.

Julie’s lungs shrank when Dante brought his
tongue back to center and laved her clit, lapping then settling his lips around
it and sucking, pulling and tugging until a hint of pain shot through her
center.

"What’s your safe word, love?" Dante
turned loose of her clit when she inhaled sharply and planted soft kisses
across it, soothing the hurt.

"Orchid, Master," she whimpered when
he bit the inside of her thigh.

"Don’t be afraid to use it," he told
her. "But don’t use it needlessly, either. Understood?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good girl."

Descending back on her clit, he took it
between his teeth and worked his jaw back and forth, scissoring it until a thin
sheen of cold sweat erupted across her prickly skin. As he tortured the ever
enlarging nub, his fingers slipped free of her clenching vagina and reached
beside her to grab the dildo, which he lubed before inching inside her. When it
was firmly lodged as far as it could go, he flipped it on and a rush of
vibrations rattled her, mingling with the sting of his teeth razoring her
sensitive flesh. Panting, she chanced a glance between her legs and saw Blake
had Dante’s balls sucked between his lips and had his cock fisted, working it
in a slow pattern of moving up and down then twisting the head between his
fingers. This only added to her arousal and she swore a gush of fluid seeped
from her, running down to touch her anus before falling to the sheets beneath
her.

Dante ran his finger down to inspect the
wetness spreading from her and smiled in approval, pressing the tip to her anus,
testing her resistance. A thousand nerve endings were awakened and the first
tingles of an orgasm reached out and wound around her spine.

"Please, Master…" she begged.

"Please, what?" Dante asked,
amusement tainting his voice.

"Please, I need…please, may I come?"
She wound her hands around the ropes securing her wrists and pulled as a wave
of need washed over her and her body reached for what she knew would be a bone
rattling completion.

"Thank you for asking, love. Yes, you
may," Dante taunted, reaching up to pinch her clit, sending her into a
series of spasms.

It was her awareness of Dante’s fingers
breaching her anus that brought Julie back to solid ground a few minutes later
as she lay trying to catch her breath. While the sensation wasn’t really
painful, it was entirely comfortable either. She felt overfull with the dildo
still in her pussy, the vibrations now humming through the thin membrane
separating it from Dante’s fingers which seemed to come alive with the subtle
contact. Trying to focus, her line of vision a tad blurry from riding the edge
of the abyss, Julie tried to see what he was doing only to find Blake once
again had Dante’s cock buried in his mouth so far his nose touched Dante’s
belly.

"Shit, that’s good, slave," Dante
groaned as he freed his fingers, reaching for the lube and the plug.

Julie watched in fascination feeling like she
was living outside herself, in some alter reality. It was almost too much at
once, so much to see and feel and smell. She saw the plug, now shiny with
lubricant, disappear between her legs and felt the pressure of it being pressed
against her at the same time she watched Blake pull back and run his tongue
around their Master’s cock. That was a sight she didn’t think she'd ever get
used to, but at the same time she thought she’d never tire of.

"Push back, love. Open up for me,"
Dante urged in a low tone, moving the plug forward, a fiery ache shooting out
from around the bulbous end of it.