Dangerously Happy (20 page)

I looked at Dario, and we held each others’ gaze as I climbed onto the foot of the bed, between her knees. I watched her breathing suddenly escalate, her belly and her chest rising and falling in panicked gasps. But when I looked at her hand, the one holding the alarm, her thumb wasn’t on the button. Then I did something I’d never dared, or maybe even thought of, before. I brought my face right up to her seeping, glistening cunt and, without touching her, I sniffed her sex. Fucking hell, my cock was aching. It took a huge effort of willpower not to just get my cock out and stick it in her, pump in and out of her like a randy animal and end the torture. But the torment was delicious in its own way, so I made myself wait. Instead, I picked up one of the toys. The thick, pink butt plug. I was about to reach for the lube, when I had a much nastier idea, and put the tip of the toy between the lips of her cunt. Instantly she started twisting and whimpering, but her thumb didn’t move toward the button. Dario was still stroking her hair, gazing at me with a look of terrible arousal. When I pushed, the toy slid up inside her without a hint of resistance because she was so fucking wet. Her whimper turned into a squeal and I watched her thigh muscles flex as if she were trying to yank her legs closed against the impossible resistance of the bar between her ankles. Utterly sucked into the perversity of it all, I tugged the toy free of her cunt, and immediately nudged the tip between her ass cheeks and up against her little pink pucker. In four successive bursts, long cries of protest muffled by the gag. I pushed the silicone shaft up her ass in one smooth thrust, and when she started to buck, I clamped my forearm down across her hips and pegged her to the mattress. Leaving the butt plug stuffed up her ass I picked up the big black dildo that looked like it had been cast from some porn superstar’s massive cock, and nudged the crown up against her cunt, working it slowly up inside of her. Christ, I felt dirty as hell filling up both her holes, watching her cunt lips stretch open around that huge shaft, with the base of the butt plug visible between her pale cheeks. I started fucking her with the dildo, sliding the whole obscene length of it free of her cunt, then driving it back up into her, to the hilt, pulling it out, ramming it home again, my arm clamped down hard over her hips, holding her still even though she was trying to thrash and squirm away while I fucked her. Dario’s dick looked like it was going to tear a hole in his pants. He planted a little kiss on the crown of her head and the gesture couldn’t have looked more perverse.

Now she was grunting each time I thrust the dildo into her cunt, her belly and her thighs quivering. I shifted forward and, still pumping the dildo in and out of her, I used my other hand to pull her skin taut and bare her clit, and just barely brushed my tongue over it. Her grunts went up about three octaves in pitch, and I really went down on her, sealing my mouth over her, rubbing that swollen little nub with my tongue while I fucked her, and I swear to God within twenty seconds she was coming, her cunt contracting under my mouth in a long series of spasms.

I didn’t even let her catch her breath. I left the plug and the dildo stuffed up inside of her, crawled over her, and straddled her chest. Now the sounds behind the gag sounded more like startled little whimpers. But her thumb didn’t move toward the panic button. I gestured, and Dario took the ball gag out of her mouth, then I took the earbuds out of her ears and let her hear the sound of me unbuckling my belt and unzipping my fly. A chill shot down my spine and my cock engorged to the bursting point when Dario put his mouth by Vera’s ear and growled, “He’s going to feed you his cock, now. Be a good girl and suck him nicely so we don’t have to punish you.” Then, fuck, the sight of Dario cradling her head in his hand and lifting her, like a nurse helping a weak patient lift their head to eat drove me almost out of my mind with arousal.

She was passive as I pushed the head of my cock between her lips, and Dario closed his fingers around two fistfuls of her hair and said, “If you don’t kiss that pretty cock of his nicely, honey, I’m going to go find something twice as big to shove up your ass, and I’m going to fuck you with it until you pass out.” Jesus.

Still whimpering, she wrapped her lips tight around my dick and started using her tongue. Nothing like one of Dario’s world-champion blowjobs, but fuck, the second she started I knew I’d come almost immediately if I wasn’t careful. And I wanted to be careful because I wanted that terrible pleasure to go on for a long, long time. Little by little, with each thrust I pushed more of my cock into her mouth, dying to force it all the way in, but afraid of making her gag and possibly throw up, but Dario said, “Give her all of it. She can take it,” and I didn’t know if he was saying that just to be dirty and turn me on, or if he knew that for a fact, but I did it, and she took it. When I pulled my cock free of her lips to give myself a second to calm down, she lay there gasping for breath. But her thumb hadn’t moved. When I thought it was safe, that I wouldn’t spurt off the moment I was in her mouth, I rubbed the head of my cock over her lips—her lipstick leaving scarlet smudges on my turgid dome—then pushed into her mouth slowly, inch by inch until I was way back in her throat and my groin was pressed right against her face, then just pulsing a little bit in and out, I brought my mouth to Dario’s, slid my tongue between his lips, and we sank into a long, desperate kiss. Finally my willpower gave out, and I gave in to the pleasure of her hungrily nursing mouth and the obscene thrill of what we were doing and, letting Dario’s delicious kiss amplify the ball-gripping feeling of Vera’s slurping tongue and constricting lips, I pumped my load down her throat.

It was a weird mix of tenderness and perversity that made me break off my kiss with Dario (somehow I’d gone on kissing him all through my cataclysmic orgasm), slip down, and plunge into a deep, lasting kiss with Vera. I heard Dario tell her again to kiss me nicely, and after that she did. After, I was incredibly tempted to take off her blindfold, but I was too afraid that I’d never be able to keep up my end of the game if I could see her eyes, if she could see my face each time I checked to make sure she was really okay, that she wasn’t reaching for the panic switch. Instead, I put the headphones back in her ears, and when I did that, Dario put the gag back in her mouth.

“
Jesus,” I sighed to Dario.

An aroused grin and a long sigh. Then, “Can I make a suggestion?”

“
Yes.”

“
She likes being punished.”

“
Punished? What have I been doing to her?”

He laughed. “Ever spanked anyone?”

“
No.”

“
Ever used one of these?” From next to the bed Dario produced a long, thin black wand with a wide tongue of leather looped at the end.

“
I don’t even know what that is,” I confessed.

“
A riding crop. She brought it with her, dirty girl.”

“
So, I should put her on her stomach and hit her with it?”

“
Want to try something with me?” he asked.

“
Yes.” I was pleased at the thought of him being a little more involved.

“
I’ll handle this, then. And when we start, I want you to slap her cunt.”

“
Slap?”

“
Not too often. Maybe every three or four strokes of the riding crop, give her a slap. But I recommend taking the dildo out first.”

I was about to reach for it, but he said, “Wait. First we should tell her what she’s being punished for.”

“
What’s she being punished for?” I asked.

Dario took the earbuds out again, bent down, put his mouth by her ear. He kind of nuzzled against her, which made her go stiff again. “He said the blowjob wasn’t very good. But I know you tried, honey, so I’m not going to ream your ass with the cola bottle I’ve got in the fridge downstairs. But we are going to punish you.”

She immediately started to whine and whimper behind her gag, and when she felt my hand touch her thigh she started to thrash and writhe. It shocked me the way Dario pressed his hand down flat on her chest, right between her breasts, and it seemed like the weight, the pressure of his hand forced her instantly and completely still. The next second I saw or just perceived a quick blur of movement and heard the thwack of the riding crop, and, stunned, a second later I realized he’d hit her on the breast. The crop hovered, quivering in the air for a moment, and then he brought it down on the other breast. Now her cries were high, sharp. And her nipples were suddenly stiff and swollen. Fuck. He struck again. Again. Her milky skin was already getting blotchy and red around her aureole.

When I took hold of the base of the dildo stuffed up inside of her stiffened again, and when I pulled it out of her she let out a long, muffled, warbling whimper, and I wondered if she felt frustrated at being left suddenly empty. And then I slapped her. I was terrified of hitting her too hard, so I barely hit her. This time she made a guttural grunting sound.

“
You can hit her harder than that,” Dario said, and brought the crop down on her erect, inflamed nipple.

I waited for him to hit her a couple more times, then I slapped her again, harder this time, and her hips bucked and she grunted and groaned behind her gag.

“
Better.” Dario was grinning. “But you can still slap her harder.”

The next time I slapped her, her hips arched up and she cried out twice, loudly. We fell into a rhythm that was rousing and strangely hypnotic. Vera’s milky white mound that had provided such striking contrast to the deep visceral shades of her florid cunt was soon a glowing pink, her whole sex inflamed, swollen, and seeping. And just a minute or so into our primal rhythm Vera arched and curled and cried out in a long, rending howl of climax, and Dario said, “Hit her!” and I did and he said again, “Hit her! Hit her!” and I gave her two more good slaps and finally she was rubbing herself against my hand, writhing and grinding as she howled behind her gag, until she finally went limp.

Dario set the riding crop aside and with his fingers combed Vera’s hair back from her sweaty brow. “The girl knows how to take her punishment, hmmm?” Dario teased me. “Now, baby, don’t you want to fuck her?”

“
Christ yes I do.” My dick was rock hard.

“
I have another idea, love,” Dario said. “If I’m not imposing.”

“
Please tell me it involves you coming. You must be about to pass out with that hard-on.”

We both undressed. We uncuffed Vera’s ankles, then removed the headphones, the gag, and finally the blindfold. Vera looked genuinely startled to see that Dario had undressed, too, and I couldn’t believe how fucking sinister Dario could sound, just by talking softly but in a tone that made each word hit the air like an inevitable, done deed. “Now, honey, I want you to put his dick back in your mouth and suck him until he’s hard as an iron rod. And then he’s going to fuck you.” He grabbed a fistful of her hair and using his whole body against hers, forced her face down toward my lap. “Remember, suck him nice, or your next punishment’s going to be harder on you,” he said.

To be honest, by the time she got my cock in her mouth I was already hard as nails and aching to really fuck, but then she started nursing at the painfully swollen head, then sank down and started sucking me so deliciously she was almost giving Dario a run for the gold medal. When I couldn’t take it any more I lifted her off my cock, and Dario held her still while I got on my knees. Then he practically lifted her off the bed and, telling her to spread her legs for me, set her astride my thighs.

While I was getting the condom on, Dario told her, “Now I want you to impale yourself on that cock, and ride it.” He reached under her and I think he did something to the plug still stuffed up her ass because she startled and whimpered. “Don’t make me punish you, hmmm?”

Obediently, she raised herself up, brought the mouth of her sex to the head of my aching cock, and sank down on it. I grabbed her ass in both hands, tilted her hips, and thrust up into her brutally, surprising myself with my uncharacteristic roughness, but the way she groaned I almost wondered if she was already about to come again, fucking delicious nympho. One arm cinched tight around her waist, one hand under her ass, controlling her, I started fucking her hard, relishing her startled look each time I hit home, the sight of her tits—still mottled from her punishment with the riding crop—shuddering and bouncing.

“
You’re not doing your best, are you, honey?” Dario taunted. “Do you need me to take this little thing out of your ass and give you something to think about?”

She whimpered out a startlingly convincing, “No.”

“
Why aren’t you making him come, then? Don’t you want to make us happy?” Fuck, it was creepy. Fuck, it was hot. To me, “Hold her still.”