Beauty Blooming [Bonding Camp 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (5 page)

Rachel looked up at Joe, lifting one hand toward him. She stroked his cheek, a soft smile playing on her lips. Looking deeply into his eyes, she said three small words that set him on fire.

“I want more,” she said.

Rachel could not believe how easy it had been to let herself go just a little. A lot of it had to do with how she felt about Joe, the trust she felt when he was near her. The sensation of two men pleasuring her had given her an orgasm she wasn’t going to forget. When she had looked in Joe’s eyes and said, “I want more,” his nostrils had flared, his eyes darkening while his pupils dilated. Now she knew what a man in lust looked like.

“Here,” Joe said, taking her arm. “Let me help you up. That table can’t be comfortable.”

Joe helped her to a sitting position. Rachel pulled down her bra and shirt and slid off the table. She grabbed her jeans and pulled them on.

“You said you wanted more, Rachel,” Rodgers said. “Would you like to continue this over in the other building?”

Rachel swallowed. She knew where he meant. It was where they all went to bond sexually. She had seen some of the equipment they used when she had peered inside once or twice. She knew that the partners felt that you couldn’t fully bond without giving up full control and trusting them. And of course, most of the partners and staff enjoyed using restraints, some of them dominant and some submissive. She’d had a little taste of being submissive when Rodgers had tied her hands with the dish towel. She had loved the way it made her feel vulnerable, opening herself to allow them to do as they pleased with her. Just the thought of it now sent hot sparks down her spine.

“Rachel,” Rodgers said, taking her hand. “I know you’ve been nervous about begin included in bonding camp, but I can tell you’ve already got a great connection with Joe here.”

“I feel it, too,” Joe said, taking her other hand. “If you’re nervous, please don’t be. You can trust me.”

Rachel looked from Joe, who she was extremely attracted to, to Rodgers, who she knew so well and trusted. She’d waited too long to do this, and she needed to woman-up and get some real enjoyment out of life. “Okay,” she said, turning back to Joe. “I did tell you I wanted more. Show me what you’ve got.”

Ten minutes later, Rodgers opened the door to the equipment room and flicked on the lights. “Here we are.”

Rachel moved into the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Silvery metal glimmered here and there and she knew there were handcuffs and chains and much more in this room for their use. Her tummy quivered for a second then settled.

Joe walked around the room, inspecting different things. “I’ve never seen anything like this place.”

Rodgers began gathering a few things and moving them to the center of the room. “Don’t be afraid to ask questions. Oh, and I’d like to let you know, this is Rachel’s first experience with bonding camp. Since you both are new to this, we’ll take it as slow as you like.” He turned to Rachel. “If it gets to be too much, you just say so.”

Rachel lifted her chin. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I just hope you boys can keep up.”
I can’t believe I just said that.
Excitement over her newfound confidence jittered through her. She hoped she could back up her words.

Rodgers moved a sort of stool into the middle of the room. “Joe, can you give me a hand here?” Joe crossed the room to help position the stool. Rachel saw Rodgers lean over and say something to Joe that she couldn’t hear. Joe nodded his head. After they got the stool in the right place, Joe crossed the room to her.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, slipping one hand around her waist.

What was he up to? He seemed to be almost ready to do something, but she wasn’t sure what. She placed the palm of her hand on his chest. His heart beat strongly beneath her palm. “Yes, I think I can trust you,” she said softly.

Joe slipped his other hand behind her neck, beneath her hair. He pulled her closer. Then his lips were on hers, insistent and hungry. Rachel melted inside, heat infusing her with need for this man and a closeness she’d never had before. Could he be the one? At this moment, it felt like it could be possible. She parted her lips, inviting him into her warmth. He didn’t need to be asked. His tongue invaded her mouth, and their tongues tangled until she was breathless.

Before she knew what was happening, another pair of hands was working at the clasp of her jeans. She started to pull back from Joe’s kiss, but he held her tightly. The hands working at her jeans got them open and set to work on getting them off her. They slid down her legs as Joe devoured her mouth. Then warm, searching hands were on her ass, smoothing over the curve of it. Joe crushed her to his chest, his lips moving over hers. She was hot, her blood turning to lava as it pulsed slowly through her veins. She lost herself in the moment, hands and lips moving over her body, setting her on fire and bringing her sensuality to life. The next thing she knew, someone was raising her shirt over her head, then her bra disappeared, and she was naked before them.

Joe captured her face in his hands. “You are so beautiful, Rachel. My God, I never thought I’d find someone like you. You are amazing, and I want to know everything about you.”

She gazed up into his eyes and wondered just how far their relationship would go. She didn’t expect to become so attached to him, especially so soon.

As she was gazing into Joe’s eyes, Rodgers was behind her. “You are beautiful, Rachel,” Rodgers said into her ear from behind. “Let us show you how beautiful you can be.”

Joe’s mouth closed over hers again as they guided her toward the strange little stool they had set up. Once they got her near it, Joe moved out of the way so that she stood with the stool in front of her. “I’m not sure how this works,” Joe said. “Can you guide us a bit, Rodgers?”

Rodgers took Rachel’s hand. “Do you trust me?”

His blue eyes were clear and bright, his smile soft and familiar. “Yes, I trust you. What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“Lie on your tummy on the brace here,” he said, patting the stool.

She did as he asked, the leather of the brace cool against her skin. “Now what?”

“Now, let me make sure you’re not going to move,” Rodgers said. “We’ll be lifting and moving you around a bit. Don’t get scared or anything.”

Rachel bit her lip as their hands moved over her. They lifted her hips up and slipped something beneath her, then wrapped it around and fastened it at the small of her back. It felt like vinyl. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw what looked like a shiny black belt of some sort, about a foot wide, was wrapped around her. But there were buckles and straps hanging from the sides of it. She soon found out what those were for.

Rodgers took one of her ankles and bent her leg at the knee. He grabbed one of the straps and fastened it around her ankle. It held her leg in the bent position, her heel about a foot from her ass. Then he fixed the other ankle the same way. She was in a frog-like position now, and though she could move slightly, she couldn’t straighten her legs.

“Okay so far?” Rodgers asked.

Rachel drew in a breath. “I’m fine right now.” And she was. It was an odd position to be in, but she’d heard of some of the things they did inside this room and though some of the women worried at first, when their bonding session was finished, they couldn’t be happier. “What’s next?” she asked, looking up at Rodgers.

“Since you liked your wrists bound when we were in the kitchen, I’m going to bind them again.” He picked up a steel rod about three feet long from behind him. “I’m going to use this. You’ll have a bit of freedom to bend your arms at your elbows but your wrists will be held in position so you can’t bring your hands together.” He held the contraption up so she could see the handcuffs dangling from two chains that were attached to the rod. They were secured to it at the ends. Once she was shackled, her hands would be held three feet apart. Rodgers nodded at her.

Rachel held up one arm. As soon as the cool metal of the handcuff slid across her skin, she felt a tingling shimmy down her spine. Rodgers secured her other wrist with the remaining handcuff. She was now basically immobile.

Heat swirled through her now that she was at their mercy. She’d wanted to do this for so long she could barely contain her excitement.

“Joe, you take her from behind,” Rodgers said, stepping forward and running his fingers through her hair. “I’ll stay right here. For now.”

Rachel almost moaned when Joe smoothed his hands over the cheeks of her ass. “Damn,” he said from behind her. “Rachel, I’m falling for you, and that’s no lie.” His fingers probed the cleft of her ass then continued down to slide smoothly into her slick pussy.

Rachel closed her eyes and drew in a long breath. She wanted to arch her ass up, toward the hand that was so generously fucking her with three fingers now, but she couldn’t move.

Rodgers ran his fingers down her cheeks then along her jawline. “Look at me, Rachel.”

She opened her eyes, heat creeping up her spine as Joe continued his assault on her pussy, his fingers venturing out and over her clit with her own juices.

Rodgers ran his thumb over her bottom lip then slipped the tip of it through her lips into her mouth. He held her chin with his other hand, tilting her head back slightly. “Stop playing, Joe. Fuck her,” he said, and then he thrust his thumb deeply into her mouth.

Joe moved in behind her and caressed her opening with the head of his cock. Then he entered her, hot and smooth.

Instinctively, Rachel began to suck Rodgers thumb, her legs pressing against the restraints. Rodgers removed his thumb from her mouth. Joe pulled out then thrust back in, bumping against her cervix. She quivered, the metal of the restraints rattling with the movement.

Rodgers stepped forward again. With the fingers of one hand, he gently opened her mouth. “Come on, baby. Open for me,” he said.

She parted her lips, her breath quickening. Rodgers held his cock to her lips. “Wet it,” he said.

Rachel tentatively stuck out her tongue and ran it over the silky-smooth head of his cock. She tasted a musky salty flavor. Straining her neck, she licked him again, this time running her tongue on the underside of his shaft and feeling the vein below.

Rodgers held his cock in his hand and slid his other hand to the back of her head. Tangling his fingers in her hair, he slid his cock into her mouth.

Rachel drew in a deep breath through her nose and began to swirl her tongue over and around his shaft as she gently sucked it. The two men soon found a rhythm, driving into her at the same time on both ends.

Rachel let her body go limp, allowing herself to just feel the sensations. Joe grabbed the handles attached to the hips of the wide belt she wore and increased his strokes, pounding into her from behind. Rodgers held her head with both hands now, his cock swelling inside her mouth, hot and slick. Her pussy creamed and clenched at Joe’s dick while she struggled to suck at Rodgers’s cock. Then her world collapsed in on itself when lightning shot from her center in both directions—to her pussy and her tongue—at the same time. Every muscle in her body clenched then went limp, only to clench again as the orgasm rolled through her.

Joe rammed into her from behind, groaning loudly as he spilled his hot cream into her. Rodgers stiffened, holding her head in place, as he shot his seed into her mouth. Rachel swallowed automatically, pulling every last drop from him like a hungry kitten.

When the two men finally pulled out of her body, she rested her chin on the stool she was braced on, her body twitching, still on its way down from heaven.

“Joe, behind you in a cabinet is a vibrator. Get it and let’s see if we can make her come again,” Rodgers said. He knelt down in front of her. “I’m going to roll you onto your back now, Rachel.”

She blinked and looked at him. She didn’t know how he was going to manage that. She was too limp to do anything at the moment.

“Help me a minute here, Joe,” Rodgers said, disappearing to the side of her.

Then she was being lifted, shackles still in place, restraints still binding her legs. They placed her on her back on the stool then scooted her so that her ass was at the very edge of it. Rodgers grabbed the steel rod that her hands were bound to and lifted it up and over her head, stretching her arms.

Then they began again.

“Oh, my God,” Rachel breathed when Joe inserted the cool plastic of the vibrator into her cunt.

“Feel good, babe?” Joe asked, leaning forward. “You are so beautiful, your face all flushed pink.”

Rachel’s thigh muscles twitched, her knees still bent and her ankles tethered to the belt stretching over her lower belly. She couldn’t get a good look at Joe, but what he was doing with the vibrator felt wonderful, and it wasn’t even turned on yet.

Rodgers came to stand beside her, one hand massaging her breast. He caught her gaze. “Bet you’re wishing you hadn’t waited so long.” He smiled then leaned down to kiss her tenderly.

Joe continued his slow, steady strokes with the vibrator then began to circle her clit with the fingers of his other hand.

She jerked, parting her lips as her pussy creamed. Rodgers thrust his tongue into her mouth, the kiss growing wet and sultry. Her hands, still shackled to the steel rod, balled into fists, heat coiling through her body. Moaning, she sucked at Rodgers’s tongue, wishing it was Joe kissing her right now. She shifted her hips, straining.