At Her Husband's Command (7 page)

“No, no… I can’t…” she sobbed, Kyle’s cum swishing around her mouth. “It’s too… much…”

“It isn’t.” Rupert grabbed her arse cheek and clenched it in his fist. “Take it, take another one.”

Fresh pain attacked her nerve endings. She cried out and tears streamed down her face.

Kyle brushed them away with the pads of his thumbs.

On and on Rupert pushed at her G-spot, shoving her up and down on the table. If it weren’t for Kyle holding her, she’d be sliding wildly and likely falling off.

“Come, sub, come…” Rupert released her arse, whacked it hard, then gripped it again.

Lottie closed her eyes and held her breath. A new wave of wild bliss screamed through her.

Rupert leaned over, his mouth against her ear and his breath hot. “Come, come on my hand, I want to feel you squirt.”

“Ahh…” She pushed onto the invading force; it was so deep she was sure he was jabbing her cervix.

Another climax engulfed her. On and on it went. Her heart was beating wildly; it was hard to breathe so she stopped. She closed her eyes and was greeted with flashing lights and splashes of red and white on her inner lids.

A gush of fluid ran from her pussy, soaking Rupert’s hand as he continued to palpitate her pulpy G-spot.

She was dizzy.

The sounds, the people around her… they were fading. All that existed was pleasure and the feel of Rupert’s lips on her ear and the heat of his excited breaths.

“Breathe,” Kyle said. “Breathe, Lottie.”

“Breathe…” Rupert repeated.

She blew out a breath, her lungs emptying. Then dragged in a huge suck of oxygen.

A sob racked her chest.

“That’s it, I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Rupert said, winding his arm beneath her and slowing the steady pumping of her pussy. “I’ve got you.”

Another sob, tears too. She was helpless, wrung out, she couldn’t do another thing. It was always the way.

She opened her eyes.

Kyle was right before her, his expression one of soft concern. He brushed her hair from her brow. “You did very well. Your master will be proud of you.”

“I am,” Rupert said, drawing his hand from between her legs and pulling her skirt so that it covered her buttocks. “Very proud.”

He manoeuvred her into his arms and sat back on the chair.

She nestled her face against the crook of his neck and allowed him to position her legs over his so she sat against him like a child.

She kept her eyes closed, still lost to sensation and the thudding pleasure that was lurking in her pussy. Her arse ached, so did her back and neck. But it was a good ache, it was a happy ache.

Rupert folded her into his arms. They were wide, strong, and hot and it was the only place she wanted to be right now. He knew that, and he understood after a scene with pain and orgasms combined, she had to withdraw into herself and only he could hold her together while she did that.

It was only ever Rupert—her master, her lover, her husband, and the man who had saved her from herself three years ago.

He smoothed his hand over her hair. “Shh, I’ve got you, my love, I’ve got you.”

Tears still flowed down her cheeks, a small river of wetness that collected along her jawline.

Kyle passed Rupert a napkin and he gently dabbed at the damp skin. “Shh,” he said over and over. “Shh…”

He rocked her and held her closer.

The silent crying eased and she closed her eyes. Her thoughts were transient; it was as if her mind had been wiped clean. Adrenaline and endorphins an eraser for all the things that worried her and kept her awake at night. Pain fought her demons, as did allowing Rupert to own her body and manage her pleasure with such skill.

He knew her better than she knew herself.

“The breadboard clearly works,” Kyle said.

His voice was distant to Lottie, almost as if he were speaking underwater. She nestled her hand beneath her chin and knew she wouldn’t have to move until she was ready to.

“Yes,” Rupert said, his words vibrating from his chest and into her body. “An interesting surface connection.”

“Indeed.”

Footsteps and the sound of the wood slapping against a palm.

Lottie jumped.

Rupert pressed a kiss to her head. “Shh, no more, that’s you done.”

She nodded feebly.

“So, Tia,” Kyle said. “Are you wishing you were Lottie right now?”

“I wish for whatever you wish, Sir,” Tia said.

“Ah, as you know, that is always a very dangerous thing to say to your master.”

“Yes, Sir. I know, Sir.”

Rupert chuckled and Lottie pressed closer to him. He was hard, his erection jutting against her hip. But Rupert had incredible stamina; he could wring orgasm after orgasm out of her and any other sub before he came himself. She was in awe of his control. She’d rarely seen him lose it, and certainly not since they’d been living the lifestyle. It was as though the rules and discipline had strengthened him. Gave him more control over his lust.

“I think, Tia,” Rupert said. “That although your master has just taken pleasure, he hasn’t had the fun of seeing you squirm. Perhaps you should tread carefully.”

“Yes,” Tia said. “I will.”

“Sir,” Kyle said. “You will address Rupert as Sir. He is a dom of high standing and I will not have you disregard that.”

“Sorry, Sir, and yes, Sir, Rupert, Sir, I’m sorry. I meant no disrespect.”

Lottie cracked open her eyes, then blinked in the dim lighting. It had been brilliant and bright in her mind, everything clear and white.

Tia sat in the same chair, unmoved, with her hands in her lap and her head bowed.

She was in for it. As Rupert had just said, she needed to tread carefully.

“And…” Kyle said, reaching for Tia’s hand. “There’s this. I haven’t forgotten.” He lifted her fingers to his nose and breathed in deep. “How could I forget? The scent of your pussy is lacing your fingers.”

“I’m so sorry, Sir. I really am.” Anxiety laced her tone.

Kyle tipped her chin with the crook of his finger. He looked into her eyes. “You will be.”

Chapter Seven

Tia clenched her hands together so tightly her nails dug into her palms. Oh, why hadn’t she been able to resist sneaking her fingers between her legs and rubbing her clit when she’d seen Lottie getting the attention of both the doms in the room?

It had turned her the hell on. She’d wanted to be over the table being spanked and hand-fucked and with a big, fat cock in her mouth. Her body craved it, she’d squirmed on the seat, moisture had leaked from her pussy, and her labia had swelled. With her heart racing and her breaths coming quickly, she’d dragged at her tight red dress and sought out her clit.

It hadn’t been worth it, though, two hard rubs, not enough to sate any of her lust. Plus, Kyle had caught her.

She’d thought his attention otherwise engaged but that hadn’t been the case. And why was she surprised? He was always aware of what she was doing, where she was; fuck, sometimes it was as if he were a trained mind reader.

She glanced at Lottie, who was now cradled on her master’s lap looking like the cat who’d got the cream. She had a contented smile on her face, the type that told Tia her new friend had been to subspace and was now basking in the afterglow of all those chemicals her body had released and the euphoric state that a double orgasm could achieve.

Lucky thing!

“Look at me.” Kyle kept her face tilted to his as he stared into her eyes.

She could see desire and excitement dancing in his irises. He was enjoying his evening and for her it was only just beginning—or so she hoped.

The door to the dining room opened.

Kyle turned away from her.

“I apologise,” Ivor said, folding his arms. “Something came up.”

Tia pressed her lips together to hold in a smart remark about her knowing exactly what had come up—his cock.

Kyle glanced at her.

Quickly she tried to straighten her lips and she glanced at her lap again rather than Ivor.

Fuck. He’d known what had gone through her mind, she was sure of it. Damn him and the fact that he knew her so well.

“I trust you had a good time with the breadboard,” Ivor said, reaching for it. He placed his palm over the wood.

“Yes, we did. A most excellent toy for all of our boxes; we’ll be buying our own this weekend,” Rupert said. He stroked Lottie’s hair back from her face. “But I fear we’ve exhausted this little sub.”

“She can lie with Melody,” Ivor said, “in our bed. My wife is also in an exhausted state.”

“But very happy with it, I trust,” Rupert said.

“Oh, yes, couldn’t be happier.” Ivor smiled and for a moment his stern demeanour dropped. He was clearly besotted with Melody and she obviously kept him very satisfied.

Tia smiled. It was lovely to witness such love.

“Though we have one sub who is not completely exhausted,” Kyle said, hooking his finger around Tia’s collar and urging her to stand. “And not only that, she’s been rather disobedient.”

“Oh?” Ivor raised his eyebrows. “Has she?”

“Yes,” Kyle said. “I think it may be time to use your playroom, if that would be okay with you, Ivor.”

A tremble of anticipation went through Tia. She’d been in Ivor and Melody’s playroom before. It was well stocked and of course living where they lived, there was no curtail on the amount of noise they could make, which meant anything went.

“Of course.” Ivor nodded then took a sip of his wine. “In that case, we should all go upstairs.”

Kyle leaned in closer. “You should be prepared to submit to three doms who all want to see you learn your lesson.” He swiped his lips over hers.

Tia gulped. Three doms. And just her, the only sub? The other women not there to deflect attention, dilute the punishment.

Fuck.

Kyle pulled a slim, black leather lead from his pocket. He hooked it onto her collar with the silver clasp, then wound the other end around his hand. “I’d be on your best behaviour from now on if I were you.”

“Yes, Sir.” She knew there was little she could do to change his mind about her needing punishing so she followed meekly behind him.

Of course she could safeword, ask to go home, change her mind about the whole thing—but where would the fun in that be? And besides, she wanted to come, spectacularly the way Lottie had and, most likely, Melody too.

Once they reached the top of the stairs, Tia was aware of Rupert behind her. He had Lottie folded into his arms, carrying her the way a gallant prince would his princess.

“Through here,” Ivor said, pushing a door to the right, which appeared to lead to a plush bedroom. “She’ll be quite comfortable and we’re only next door.”

“I’ll stay with her for a few minutes,” Rupert said. “And make sure she settles.”

“As you wish,” Ivor said with a smile. “Come and find us when you’re ready.” He turned to Kyle. “Please, come through.”

Watching the lead sway before her, Tia followed the doms into the playroom.

The black velvet wallpaper was doused in shadows and several candles flickered on the windowsill. The spanking bench stood pride of place in the centre of the room, but that wasn’t the only object—there were hooks on the wall, set out so someone could be harnessed with their arms and legs apart. More on the ceiling so a person could be held up, perhaps on their tiptoes. Plus, there was a large cupboard and a chest of drawers. Tia would love to have unhindered access to them and have a good look at Ivor and Melody’s playthings. She was sure they’d have some great toys. Likely ones she hadn’t come across before.

“Stop,” Kyle said, turning to face her.

Tia did as instructed.

He unhooked her lead and passed it to Ivor.

Ivor set it on the top of the chest of drawers.

“You are the sweetest sub I’ve ever had,” Kyle said, his words dangerously calm. “But also the most disobedient.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No, you’re not.” He smiled, just a little. “Sorry, that is.”

Again Tia pressed her lips together to hold in a smile. She loved being naughty and he loved that she didn’t always behave as she should. It meant for some great spanking fun and awesome sex. Had she been a good sub, he’d likely have become bored years ago and found someone who bent his rules for fun.

He tugged the zipper on her red dress. It ran from her cleavage to the hem and as he drew it downward the tight material loosened around her ribs.

Her breasts sprang free, then her abdomen was exposed, then her mound covered in a strip of pale hair, and finally her thighs.

As the zipper came completely free, Ivor stepped in behind her. He took hold of the dress at her shoulders and eased it down her arms.

She stood naked before her dom. Her nipples were tight, her breasts tingling with the need for stimulation. What did he have in mind for her? What was going to happen?

“Can I assist you with anything?” Ivor asked.

Tia looked at the floor. She knew Ivor wouldn’t fuck her. He and Melody didn’t play like that, fucking was their exclusive thing, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t flog her—he had done so last time they’d gone for a club dinner—or that he wouldn’t make her come, or come on her—he’d done that too.

“Yes, actually you can,” Kyle said. “I was interested in the new Shibari knots you were talking about when we last met. Rupert has also been talking of them.”

“Ah, yes. Of course.”

Tia’s breath trembled from her. She’d heard of Shibari, of course she had. It meant, simply, to tie. She’d also seen it done at a kink event, but never had she been roped up with such intricacy. It looked so absolute, so secure, and also quite beautiful.

“Would you like me to demonstrate on your sub?” Ivor asked.

“Yes, please. I’d appreciate that, and I think it might be useful for what I have in mind.”

Tia glanced at the spanking bench, wondering if she’d be roped to that or if she’d be harnessed to the wall.

Ivor went to the chest of drawers and pulled open the top one. He lifted out a length of rope the colour of gingerbread and with a slightly hairy texture. “This is new,” he said. “And will work well.”

“Of course.” Kyle stood behind Tia. He raised her arms then pressed her wrists together. “See, like this. It looks perfect, don’t you think?”