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Molly’s heart pounded so hard she felt it in her toes. Racing for breath, she was amazed she could cling to consciousness.

Richard eased his arms out from beneath her, leaving her to lie against the cold marble. She didn’t care. She simply reveled in the afterglow and the sensation of Richard’s cock still inside her.

“Alan.”

The other man approached, and Molly blinked as he eased her just a bit closer to the side edge of the counter. Richard still impaled her, and, although his arms no longer wrapped around her, his hands caressed up and down her thighs.

“Master.”

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She watched them kiss, a first for her. No polite peck, Alan’s lips and tongue moved as avidly as hers had when she was kissed by their master.

Alan removed the spent condom from his master. She watched as he then gently stroked him with a warm wash cloth. He used his hand as a drying towel, then opened and rolled a new condom onto Richard’s cock.

“Molly needs something in her mouth,” Richard whispered. “Fuck her mouth for me.”

He obviously needed no further urging, and Molly was pleased with the command. Alan’s cock looked long and thick and hard, and she wanted to taste it, taste him. Reaching out, she grasped him in her left hand and stroked him from knob to balls. When he pushed toward her, she opened her mouth and let him slid his cock inside.

“You look good with cock in your mouth,” Richard said. He leaned toward Alan, kissed his ear and cheek at the same time he reached down, and fondled her breast with one hand.

Kneading and squeezing, he played with her breast, his finger and thumb rolling and pinching her nipple.

Molly groaned around Alan’s cock. She inhaled his taste and scent. Salty and hot, the twin sensations filled her with renewed passion. Alan’s hand, resting on her head, held her still. His fingers combed through her hair as his hips worked in a slow and steady rhythm reminiscent of a gentle, romantic dance. She played her tongue along his length, sucked on him as he pulled back, determined to give as much pleasure as she could.

Richard began to thrust his cock in and out of her again, matching his rhythm to Alan’s. When Alan reached his other hand toward him, Richard took it and twined their fingers together.

Connected
.

They all three connected with each other, making a circle, a unit.

Her left hand caressed Alan’s hip. Then she let her fingers tickle
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forward until she reached his scrotum. Back and forth, she gave him a light petting.

“You have a wonderful mouth, darling,” Alan said. He sucked in a breath, then leaned over to kiss Richard.

“Thank you for buying her. Mmm, your cock looks so delicious sliding in and out of her pussy. Next time, I want my mouth there. I want to drink you both as you fuck her.”

“And I want to feel your cock in her pussy while mine’s in her ass,” Richard said.

Richard’s gaze met hers. “How does that sound, Molly? We’re going to take you every single way two men can take a woman. I think you like that idea just fine. Double penetration. I can hardly wait. Mmm, your tunnel just convulsed around me. You’re close, aren’t you, babe?”

She was and could only moan and flex her inner muscles again, caress Richard’s cock as it slid in and out of her cunt, suck harder on Alan’s cock as he fucked her mouth. Every touch, every look, pushed her higher and higher still.

Richard’s hand roamed from her breast and found her clit. Back and forth, he teased the tiny nub. Then he took it between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing lightly.

“Come now. Both of you. Let me see you come for me.” Molly surged over the top, the steel in Richard’s command giving her just that tiny push more that she needed. Even as she closed her eyes in pleasure, she felt Alan’s first stream hit the back of her throat.

Eager, parched for this sample of the nectar of the gods, she began to swallow.

“
God, yes
.” Richard’s cock began to pulse. Drawn, Molly opened her eyes so she could watch his rapture.

And looked into the deep blue depths of his eyes staring down at her. The intensity of his gaze warmed a part of her she didn’t know had been encased in ice. Wrapping her legs more tightly around him, tilting her pelvis, she surrendered completely to him.

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Richard cursed and leaned forward. She felt his cock convulse and knew he came inside her once more.

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“You don’t have much furniture, do you?” Bacchus tilted his head to the side. Looking at the woman from that angle, his gaze fixed on her hair.

It’s a brighter red, maybe, than would be perfect
. But close.

Under the circumstances, the shade was close enough.

“I find I don’t need much.” He could think of no reason to explain to her that this home in the country belonged to his great aunt Sophia, that he’d inherited it the year before and only used it for one purpose.

Instead, he stepped toward her, extending the item he wanted her to put on. “The game begins. Are you ready?” Her name was Ginny, she’d told him, short for Virginia, a name which didn’t suit her, given her tastes and habits. And then she’d giggled.

He’d found her at Hog Heaven, a seedy bar on the outskirts of the city. The bar claimed to cater to the fetish crowd, but most of the patrons just liked to dress up and pretend they lived on the edge. The only thing hardcore about the place were some of the drinkers. He’d left his mask behind, worn what he called his blameless face, the one just a little different from the one he showed the rest of the world.

He’d flirted with Ginny, bought her a couple of drinks, and she’d come away with him.

She didn’t even argue when he asked her to follow him out of the bar two minutes after he’d left. She didn’t know he’d done it so no one would see them leave together. Later, if she complained or went to the police, he could act the innocent. And who would the cops
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believe, anyway? A bar slut or an upstanding member of the community?

Looking at her now confirmed what he’d thought the moment he met her. Her eyes were the wrong color. That’s why he decided to start with the blindfold. He held it out to her and she smiled. He knew she thought the expression she gave him engaging. It did nothing for him, but he returned it anyway, needing her to feel relaxed, at ease. At least until he chained her down.

After that, he wouldn’t much care how she felt.

Ginny laughed and took the cloth from him and put it on.

Good. That’s much better
.

He didn’t have to look into the wrong eyes anymore. He could focus on the hair and believe her to be the one he wanted, the one destined to be his. The one who belonged to him.

“I’m going to lead you into the bedroom now, Ginny.”

“All right.”

“Ah, ah. That’s not the way you’re supposed to play the game. All right, what?”

“Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She giggled again, then cleared her throat. She tried for a dramatic tone, but failed dismally when she said, “All right,
Master
.”

“That’s a good girl.” Ginny really was an annoying creature. She needed a good dose of discipline. He led her into his play room slowly, letting her take small steps so she didn’t become unbalanced or fall. He’d discovered that some women became terribly disoriented when blindfolded.

He looked from the table to the chains dangling from the pulleys attached to the ceiling. He’d start with her upright, then move her to the table later. “I have a special treat for you. I’m going to shackle you.”

“Oh!” The giggle that followed Ginny’s exclamation of shock grated on his nerves. He decided she needed a good paddling for just
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that alone. He made quick work of encasing her wrists in the cold steel. “Now just stand still. I’m going to raise your arms for you.” He took the few steps over to where chains tied off. Unhooking them from the wall, he pulled on them, a few pulls hand-over-hand.

The pulleys, well oiled, worked silently as the chain caressed them, moving across them. Ginny’s arms rose above her head until they stretched straight. He made the metal taut but ensured her feet still rested on the ground.

“Oh, goodness. This is some bedroom you have here.”

“I’m very happy with it.”

Thankfully, Ginny wore a blouse that buttoned down the front and a skirt. He took a moment to prepare himself. He stripped off his own clothes, then set out a condom, tearing open the foil packet. Next he reached for his own personal enhancement. He wasn’t hard yet but he soon would be. He slipped the cock ring into place. Looking at her, he fisted his cock, stroked it roughly, and thought about what he would soon do to his slave.

How long this time until I come
?

He would use his new fantasy to fuel his personal fires, a new object for his affections. His record so far was just a couple of hours.

But tonight? Tonight would be different, he just knew it. Perhaps he would surpass his record of arousal before ejaculation. If he didn’t, well, it would be a simple matter to wait a few minutes and try again.

He stepped in front of her and began to undo the buttons of her blouse.

“Um, shouldn’t I have, like, a safe word, or something?”

“A safe word? No, Ginny, you get no safe word. A safe word is something you would use when you want me to stop. And I don’t plan on stopping until
I
want to.”

“That’s not funny.” Ginny tugged on the chains that held her fast.

Though her tone sounded angry, the expression on her face and the way she trembled told him she felt frightened.

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Good. He wanted her frightened. As part of the game, he leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. That’s not funny. How about…
freedom
?

Freedom can be your safe word.”

“Freedom. Yes, that’s good. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Of course, he didn’t intend to stop until he was done. But he wanted her happy again, so he could frighten her again.

He’d long ago discovered magic existed in that pattern.

He finished opening all the buttons of her blouse. Separating the front panels, he moved the garment up her arms, then down again, and behind her neck.

Her bra opened at the front and featured underwire. Shame on her for trying to make herself appear more buxom than she was. Her breasts were nice, not as plump as would be perfect, but they would do. Not generous, but not grapes, either. He took a moment, traced a pattern with one finger across the mounds, avoiding her nipples. She moaned and he wondered how she could ever think that he’d believe that put-on sound, how she could ever think she could fool him.

Next he reached behind her and opened her skirt, let it drop to the floor. She wore only a g-string beneath it. He walked around her and sighed with pleasure. Here, at last, he found that hint of perfection.

The naked globes of her ass looked pale and round, the string of her thong hidden by her crack. Yes, that looked exactly like the ass he’d seen at Reckless Abandon—the ass that belonged to him.
Molly’s ass
.

Ginny shivered.

“Are you cold, Ginny?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll warm you right up.”

In less than a minute, he chose the items he wanted from among his large collection. He kept his tools close at hand. Reaching out, he let his fingers wrap around the leather handle of the round paddle.

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He always liked to start with the paddle. His slaves could usually endure quite a number of blows from his paddle. It made their asses red, a little swollen, and prepared them well for his belt.

“Now, let me warm you up.”

He swung the paddle, landing it hard. Ginny screamed.

“Freedom!”

He smiled. She screamed again. And again. “Freedom! Freedom!”

“I told you I wouldn’t stop until I was finished. I bet you’re wet for me already.” He reached out and tested his theory with two fingers shoved deep. The woman moaned through her tears and he laughed.

“Just as I thought. You have a lovely scream, just like a song. I want to hear it some more.” He swung the paddle, hard and fast, and listened to the music Ginny made.

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Richard leaned his forehead against Molly’s and fought for breath.

Did he know that when he finally took her she would do this to him?

Did he suspect that he would lose control inside her, that his orgasm would be wrapped in a sense of homecoming and belonging?

The sensation of Alan’s head leaning on his shoulder and the feeling of Molly’s pussy convulsing in tiny aftershocks around his cock combined to nurture a sense of wholeness inside him. For the first time ever, he felt complete.

“My God.” He slowly straightened, blinking in the suddenly too-bright lights. But he wouldn’t hide from this, from the emotions ricocheting around inside him. He’d deal with them. He might feel as if he needed to pull back, but that was his problem. He wouldn’t for one moment let his lovers think he was dissatisfied with them. With one hand he caressed Molly’s face, and the other, Alan’s.

“That’s the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” Alan whispered.

“No words,” Molly agreed.

“Let’s have a nice hot shower, then move this party to the bed.”
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He actually thought that they’d all just cuddle close together tonight. Tomorrow would be soon enough to explore Molly’s horizons more thoroughly and to indulge Alan’s wonderful, prurient fantasies. Tonight he wanted to relish the sensation of having two lovers with him under the spray of his shower and then under the warmth of the blankets of his bed.

He chuckled when Molly leaned against him as the water coated them and filled the enclosure with steam. He easily supported and bathed her at the same time.

“I should probably be taking care of you,” Molly said around a yawn, “considering the role I’ve chosen to assume.” Richard locked gazes with Alan and knew the other man felt as protective of their new addition as he did. Molly may have thought she prepared herself for this lifestyle, but he and Alan already knew she hadn’t reckoned on the caring.