At Her Husband's Command (8 page)

“Ah, yes, okay,” Ivor said. “And yes, it does look perfect.” He looked at Tia and a softer expression came over his face. “Safeword and it’s off, and also, same rules as ever, any pins and needles, pain in your extremities and I need to know straight away.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kyle slipped his hands down so he was cupping her elbows and her forearms were pressed together in front of her face.

Tia shivered. Not because she was cold, but because of the way she was surrounded by two big, hard, hot men who were treating her body like a grownup’s toy—she only hoped they’d remember that she needed pleasuring too.

Of course they would.

Ivor began to wind the ropes from her forearms up toward her wrists. He created small knots amidst a series of loops, and the emerging rigging created geometric patterns and shapes that contrasted beautifully with the shape of her arms.

It was tight, but not overly so, and the way it held her in one large grasp, as opposed to a single hoop of rope, was surprisingly comforting.

In silence she watched Ivor work. The ropes and their texture provided a contrast to her smooth pale skin and curves. She felt almost like a canvas, and the rope was the paint and brush Ivor was using on her.

“Pretty,” Kyle said, when Ivor tied a final knot near her hands.

“A simple design, this one, but very effective.” He took Tia’s hands in his, cupping them in his big palms. “Your hands are warm, sub, if they start to feel cold, you must tell us.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kyle released her elbows and slid his hands over the dips of her waist and the flare of her hips. “How do you feel?” he asked against her ear.

“As if I’ve had all control removed.” And she did. With her forearms bound together in front of her face, so precisely that she had no hope of removing the rope on her own, she really was at the mercy of her doms.

“Good.” He slipped his fingers down to her pussy lips and pressed against her clit. “No danger of you trying to pleasure yourself now, is there?”

“No, Sir.”

He tightened one hand around her waist and with the other rubbed her just where she wanted stimulation.

Her knees weakened but he gripped her closer.

“Oh, Sir.”

“So damn greedy for it,” he said, “I think it’s time to see how you cope with getting it
all
of the time.”

She wanted to say that she liked the sound of that, but resisted; back chat would not end well.

Ivor chuckled and stepped aside. He reached upwards and released a hook that was held flat against the ceiling.

“Over here, sub,” Kyle said, stopping the delicious stimulation he was providing her with and urging her to walk to Ivor.

She went willingly and quickly guessed what was happening.

Ivor lowered the hook and Kyle looped the hanging coil of rope near her hands over it.

Ivor then fiddled with it, a look of extreme concentration on his face, and the hook retracted.

It tugged her arms higher; she straightened her legs and elongated her spine. She had to go on tiptoes and her torso was stretched. It was strange to feel the skin taut against her ribs and her breasts jutted upwards.

“Mmm,” Kyle said, again running his hands over her waist and hips. “That’s so pretty. How does it feel?”

“Okay… I think… Sir.” She stared at the knotted rope in front of her.

“Relax, let the ropes hold you,” Ivor said, pressing his hands over hers. “They’re done in such a way that your weight will be evenly spread. There isn’t one bit of your arms that will have any more pressure exerted than anywhere else. It should be comfortable; if not, I’ll adjust.”

She did as instructed, releasing some of the tension in her body to allow the ropes to support her. Ivor was right, the position was comfortable.

She allowed her body to relax as best it could. It wasn’t natural, she was still on her toes, but there was something incredibly sexy about being made so long and drawn out.

“I see you’re having fun in here,” Rupert said, stepping into the room.

“Is Melody still asleep?” Ivor asked.

“Yes, so is Lottie, they’re both snuggled together, very sweet actually.” Rupert drifted his gaze over Tia. “And this one is looking sweet too.”

Tia dropped her line of sight to the floor. His appreciative expression served to further turn her on.

What did Kyle have in store for her?

Her master scooped her breasts into his hands and massaged them. His breaths were warm on her skin, his body so close to hers it created another tremble of longing. She sometimes wondered if there was a nerve connection between her tits and her cunt; the stimulation of her breasts always made the need to come so much stronger.

“Okay, that’s it, we’re all here,” Kyle murmured against her ear. “Time to get started.”

Chapter Eight

Kyle released Tia’s breasts and stepped away.

Ivor held something out to him; Tia couldn’t quite see what.

But her curiosity was soon satisfied when her master stood at her side again holding two nipple clamps. They were decorated with pretty red feathers that fluttered as he held them aloft.

“May I?” Rupert asked, coming to stand on her other side.

“Of course,” Kyle said.

Rupert looked into Tia’s eyes; as he did so he pulled and tweaked and elongated her right nipple.

It hurt, deliciously so. The skin twisted and peaked and as he stretched it further, Kyle reached around and placed the first clamp on.

Fuck.

She sucked in a breath. It was a tight one, the nip of pain almost too much to bear.

“You love it, really,” Kyle said, holding her chin and forcing her to look at him and away from her tortured nipple.

“Yes… Sir.” Damn it. Heat rose over her breast; she tried to curl her toes but it was hard in the position she was in. She twisted, her instincts were to get away from the pain, her arms remained locked firm but her torso and hips writhed.

“No, keep still.” Kyle held her waist. “Keep still. We’ll make it so good for you.”

Tia panted and shut her eyes. She knew he would, but this bit… there was still another clamp to cope with.

She was aware of Rupert switching his attention to her other breast. She was grateful for the new sensation to concentrate on and sighed into the manipulation of her left nipple.

All too soon, though, the other clamp was applied.

“Ow… oh… no.”

“Look at me, breathe through it,” Kyle said, holding her face. “It’s okay.”

“It hurts, it’s too much.”

“So say the word. That’s all you have to do and they’ll be gone.” He stroked his fingers through the hair at her temples. “You know the word, just say it if you need to, baby. It’s fine if you do.”

There was real concern in his eyes as well as love and respect.

She blew out a breath through pursed lips and tensed her belly. She tried to stretch out her fingers but her knuckles were encased in rope. She didn’t want to use her safeword. Besides, she’d taken more than this in the past. Hell, Lottie had just taken so much more than this.

“That’s it,” Kyle said, “you can handle nipple clamps.”

“But they are wicked, those ones,” Ivor said, his deep voice rumbling around the room. “Melody says they’re sharks disguised as parakeets with those teeth and feathers.”

Kyle chuckled quietly. “I can see why she’d say that.” He ran his hand over the column of Tia’s neck. “Are you coping, my darling?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Good.” He ran his hands over her buttocks.

There were more hands on her. Rupert’s as well as Kyle’s.

She closed her eyes and sank into the moment of being adored and fondled. They left no part of her untouched, stroking her back and shoulders, sliding through her hair and circling the lobes of her ears. The caresses drifted downwards, over her legs, tickling behind her knees and tracing the shape of her calves and ankles.

There were kisses too—hot mouths, laving tongues, which left sweet damp patches.

God, she wanted to come. She wanted those hands and mouths between her legs, driving her to orgasm.

The fingers and palms grew more exploratory, delving between her buttocks, and finally parting her pussy lips. She tensed around a finger that probed into her entrance and she tried to buck for more but was hindered by the ropes.

She opened her eyes.

“Ah, sub, are we teasing you?” Kyle asked, holding up his hands.

So it was Rupert fingering her. “Yes… Sir.”

The finger in her pussy wriggled. Rupert’s breaths were washing over her shoulder and the heat of his chest blasting onto her back.

Kyle grinned and held up a black wand with a domed head. She knew what it was and it vibrated like crazy, bringing orgasms to the surface with incredible speed.

“Do you want to come?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir.”

“So greedy.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

“You will be.” He flicked a switch and the wand hummed to life. Pressing his hand over the end, he gave a satisfied nod. “Should do the trick.”

“Would you mind if…?” Ivor said.

Kyle looked at him.

Tia did her best to do the same. She could just see him out of the corner of her eye. He appeared to be holding a camera.

“Not at all. As long as we get to have copies of the images.”

“Naturally,” Ivor said. “And they’re exclusively for the club website if you approve of them, nothing else.” He paused. “Which as you know is always the case.”

“Absolutely.”

Tia groaned. Not only was she harnessed naked to the ceiling, about to have the wicked wand treatment, she was also going to be photographed with the two doms who were playing the scene.

“Ah, you know what’s coming, baby girl, don’t you,” Rupert said, then nibbled her ear. “I take it she likes this toy, Kyle.”

“I don’t know if
like
is the right word.” Kyle shrugged out of his jacket and placed it on the spanking bench. He then stepped back up to her, wand wielded like a weapon. “Spread her.”

Rupert slipped his fingers from her pussy and lifted her right leg up and over the crook of his arm. The toes of her left foot remained on the floor.

Her balance faltered a little but she tried to relax into the ropes.

“Steady, I’ve got you,” Rupert said, placing a hand on her waist. “Just let yourself and your pleasure be owned by us.”

She closed her eyes. What he’d said was true. She was owned by them and she knew they’d see to it that they had fun controlling her, pushing her.

Kyle parted her labia, exposing her clit.

He pressed the buzzing wand against it.

“Ah, fuck!” she cried. It was so intense. It covered such a large area, not just her needy nub but the whole of her mound. There was no escape.

But right now she didn’t want to. She held her breath and pressed into the fast vibrations. It was as though all the tiny tendons and muscles around her clit had contracted. It was growing so fast. She tensed her belly, sucked in a huge lungful of air and allowed her head to fall back. Her crown settled against Rupert and she was aware of his erection, pushing through his trousers against the crack of her buttocks.

“Come,” Kyle said. “No permission needed, just come.”

“Yes, yes…” She did; the wand was that good and that fast. An orgasm gripped her and pulsed against the domed head. Bliss rocketed through her body. Her nipples throbbed as the climax spread over her skin and she gasped for breath.

The orgasm faded.

Kyle kept the wand pressed against her.

It was sensation overload. She battled against the ropes, fought against Rupert who was still holding her leg up and keeping a tight hold of her waist.

“Easy now, easy…” Kyle said. “There’s more, you know there is. This is what happens when you can’t resist a little fiddle down below, you have to take the consequences of your actions.”

Her pussy quivered. Her clit pulsated.

Still the vibrations continued, they flooded her pelvis, spreading from the delicate bundle of nerves to her womb and arse. “I can’t…”

“Yes. You can. Now, come again.” He adjusted the speed and the buzzing intensified.

Once more she cried out. A long, wailing shriek. No need to keep quiet here, which was just as well as she wouldn’t have been able to.

Another orgasm bloomed. It was a relief to feel it coming, it made the vibrations mean something.

Breath held, she allowed it to swamp her, spasming through the intense feelings sweeping over her body.

On and on the wand spun her into ecstasy. It didn’t let up. She tried to clamp her legs together but Rupert held her wide.

Suddenly the wand was gone.

She slumped, exhausted, and was aware of a dribble of moisture leaking down her inner thigh.

She cracked open her eyes. Kyle’s expression was one of delight and his eyes sparkled. “You’re so beautiful.”

“I… I…” She was breathless, her body hardly felt like her own, she was simply a hostage to sensations.

“You want more?” He raised his eyebrows. “Okay then.”

The wand was back.

She howled.

Rupert chuckled.

The camera was clicking away.

“Take it, one more, one more and then we’ll fuck you,” Kyle said.

She gritted her teeth, concentrated on the wand that was terrorising her clit and the sensitive tissues around it. She was so swollen and wet, a mass of orgasmic heat.

Tensing and twisting, she tried to break free, but it was no use.

Should she safeword? She couldn’t orgasm again, not in such a short space of time. Not this type of raw, merciless orgasm anyway. Kyle’s cock was different; then she was full, the stimulation on her clit intermittent.

“Come,” Rupert said, his voice low and sexy by her ear, “come so we can fuck you and fill your pretty little pussy.”

Oh, she wanted that, she really did. She needed filling, that void within her cried out for a dom’s cock.

Concentrating, she found a seed of pleasure amongst the cacophony of other vibrations burning through her pussy. She clung onto it. Ceased all movement and allowed the two men surrounding her to hold her, and push her to a place that created rainbows behind her eyelids and turned every muscle in her body catatonic.