Jaxie's Menage (11 page)

Had he been in
Ewan’s place, listening to the erotic moans of a female going down
on some guy, he’d get a little excited and tense
himself.

The tiny
crystals interwoven within the knots of the straps sparkled as
Jaxie rose the whip. Royce gasped along with Ewan as the tails
struck his back muscles. She lifted the toy again, and with a flick
of her wrist brought the lashes down, this time upon his buttocks.
Thin red streaks appeared across his cheeks.

Wow, that must
sting like a bitch. His own flesh still tingled and burned
perfectly from where she’d laid the tails. He liked that she wasn’t
afraid to hurt. Liked it that she could be so sexually
adventurous.

She continued
whipping Ewan with lashes expertly placed on various areas of his
flesh. He grinned when, with her free hand, she reached down and
undid the sash on her robe. The robe parted slightly and she slid
her hand between her thighs.

It appeared
she got turned on while giving a little pain with her
pleasure.

Interesting.

Ewan winced at
each impact, but quickly melted into the pleasure pain that
followed as the sizzling whips struck him. He’d enjoyed listening
to Royce groaning as the princess bride mouth fucked him. His cock,
already throbbing from Rachel’s handling, had grown harder. The
edges of the wooden hole in the wood were starting to close in and
squeeze his flesh just like a cock ring.

He didn’t know
how much longer he could take it before he was forced into saying
the safe word so she’d stop. It wasn’t the pain but the pleasure
that was becoming too intense. He hadn’t known he was into
pleasure-pain. He liked it, but right now he just wanted to start
fucking her.

Several more
lashes followed. Less intense. More gentle. Heat and pain melted
together. Finally he could hold back no longer.

He groaned a
warning.

The whipping
immediately stopped. Her breathing was harsh and erratic. Ewan
sensed she was quite aroused. He held his breath as she walked in
front of him. She must have seen his intense erection, because her
breathing grew louder.

He wished she
wasn’t wearing her mask. Wished he could look right into her eyes
and see exactly how aroused she was. Her robe was open, giving him
a breathtaking glimpse of her breasts as she moved in front of him
and the cross. He tensed as she reached down and something touched
the tip of his aching shaft.

A finger? No.
Condom. Yes!

She sheathed
him quickly and then enveloped his cock.

Tight.
Warm.

Pussy.

He groaned his
approval.

Chapter
Six

Jaxie grabbed
the cross boards, and with one solid thrust of her hips, she
impaled herself on the thick column of the long shaft protruding
through the hole of the cross. His swollen length slid deep into
her snug vagina, making her moan. His solid flesh pulsed against
her pussy walls, stretching her and she clenched tightly around his
erection, welcoming the intrusion.

He groaned as
he sunk into her.

She gasped and
trembled with excitement. It was such a unique position for her to
be in, to be fucking a cock with a partition separating them. It
should have felt impersonal. It didn’t.

Instead it was
sexy, and she was hot with the fever to fuck him.

Unable to wait
any longer to grab her satisfaction, she gyrated her hips upon his
penis, and ground her pelvis against the juncture of the smooth
cross. She leaned closer to him, and tugged her robe aside,
allowing her breasts to press against his bare chest.

She wished she
could kiss him, but her damned mask would fall off and her identity
would be revealed.

Whipping these
two men had unleashed a naughtiness inside her that she never knew
she possessed. She’d snapped the cat-o-nine tails over their flesh
and had easily become transfixed at how a man’s muscles flexed as
the whips hit in a certain way. Then, she decided she loved the way
a man danced when the cat-o-nine tails inflicted a little more
pain. When she’d finally broke this gladiator and he’d groaned, she
lost all her self-control.

As she rode
him, shudders lashed her like sweet electrical currents. Pleasure
arced through her every fiber. The sweet tension that had been
building inside of her since arriving in this room finally
exploded. Pleasure snapped around her like wicked little
whips.

Perspiration
whispered over her skin. She fought to breathe and rode him harder,
nearing the edge of bliss. She pulled her body back, making his
cockhead come to the entrance of her pussy and then she thrust her
hips forward allowing his flesh to sink deep inside of her vagina.
He moaned and groaned, the sounds both barbaric and
beautiful.

She tensed and
held tighter to the planks as her orgasm roared into her. Suddenly
her mind shattered, her body jerked. She rocked against him. Harder
and harder, accepting the hot ecstasy that crashed over
her.

The pleasure
flames licked her, lashed her and then consumed her until she was a
mindless vessel, panting and whimpering and loving this
paradise.

He grunted and
groaned, and suddenly his flesh jerked inside of her and his hot
seed swept into the condom.

All too soon
the luscious spasms of ebbed, and it took all her strength to
unleash his cock from her. Reluctantly, she moved away from him.
Her legs wobbled. Her breaths came in spurts. For a few moments,
she could only stand there, her eyes almost blind, her body
trembling.

She knew that
soon she’d have to unleash them and allow them to take her. But not
before she had a little more fun.

As her vision
cleared, Jaxie smiled when she spied a nearby tray filled with toys
and more packages of condoms. Why hadn’t she noticed the tray until
just now? For heaven’s sake, she’d been so preoccupied. Too
preoccupied with whipping them.

She gazed at
the assortment of toys. Rachel and she handpicked toys for the Key
Club from their friend, Jewel, who owned an adult toy shop. Once
every two weeks, the three of them got together for a business
lunch and poured over the catalogs that Jewel supplied. Other
times, they met at Jewel’s store and shopped for the
toys.

For the
Crystal Room, she’d stuck with the gem theme, even for the toys.
She grinned as she saw the crystal nipple clamps on the tray. This
should be nice and painful. Just enough to get each of them
frustrated and angry.

Yeah, she
wanted them mad.

Pushing the
cart, she walked over to the gladiator she’d first played with.
Perspiration dotted his bare chest and his shaft was exquisitely
erect.

Oh, it
appeared he’d enjoyed the show between the other gladiator and
herself.

Good.

She kept her
robe open, allowing him to gaze upon her nakedness. Through the
slits in his mask, she swore she could see lust in his
eyes.

Reaching out,
she touched both his nipples. He gasped as she pinched them just a
little extra hard, twisting and pulling. When they were firm and
erect and he was gasping, Jaxie quickly grabbed the clamps and
snapped on first one and then the other.

He hissed as
each clamp bit into his nipple and his breathing picked up speed
again. A light sheen of perspiration dotted his chest. His long and
swollen shaft jerked and looked an angry shade of red.

Oh yes, he was
so ready to be fucked.

Now, what kind
of sweet torture could she use on his cock? Ahh, a crystal-studded
pussy sleeve. The sleeve was flesh thin and she picked it up and
admired the perfectly rounded and smoothed studs. This particular
toy was always being depleted in her inventory. After using toys,
her members were allowed to take them home with them. If they
didn’t, the cleaning team discarded them. Her club was kept
hygienic and patrons knew it. It was why she remained in business
and why they kept coming back.

He groaned as
she slipped a condom onto his shaft and then expertly slid the
pussy sleeve onto his penis. It was a very tight squeeze. Probably
a bit uncomfortable for him. But he’d get his release soon when she
took his cock into her vagina.

She moved back
to the other gladiator. The one who’d danced so perfectly. Except
for that one misstep on her foot, which had reminded her once again
of Ewan. Other than that, the gladiator had danced with perfection,
both on the floor and while she’d whipped him.

She cupped his
rock-hard asscheeks, enjoying the shivery way he trembled at her
touch, and then settled her hands on his hips. She moved against
him, brushing her nipples against his muscular back. She squished
her breasts into his flesh, giving him another taste of
her.

Jaxie pressed
her pussy against his rear, and ground her ultra-sensitive clit
into an asscheek. Sensual stirrings of another oncoming climax
sizzled out of nowhere, rocking through her with lightning
speed.

He moaned as
she gyrated hard against him. He tried to move, but he’d been tied
down so perfectly.

He was so at
her mercy. And she was so going to come again, big time.

“
Not just yet,
darling,” a familiar voice echoed from immediately behind
her.

To her
surprise, a pair of hot hands curled over her shoulders. He whirled
her around to face him. The gladiator had removed his hood and
mask.

Royce.

Shit!

Within a
second, another pair of hands intimately settled on her, this time
on her hips.

“
How long have
you known that it’s us, Jaxie?” Ewan asked as he licked her
earlobe.

Shoot! How in
the heck had they escaped their restraints so quickly? And how had
they known she’d been onto them?

“
A few
minutes. I recognized Ewan’s groan when I was whipping him,” she
admitted. That’s when she’d known for sure. That’s when she’d lost
her self-control and mounted Ewan.

The party was
over.

Reluctantly,
she removed her mask and made a move to re-sash her robe, but Royce
grabbed her wrists, stopping her cold.

“
No way. You
belong to us tonight, Jaxie.” Royce’s voice dripped with dark
promise. His heavy-lidded eyes sparkled with lust and his
expression was tight with determination.

“
All night,
just like it says in the contract we signed when we all joined
tonight’s event,” Ewan whispered.

“
You’re all
ours, and we’ll take you any way we want to,” Royce
growled.

She trembled
as Royce’s head dipped and his mouth caught hers in a succulent
kiss that sent sparks through her. His cockhead slid against her
vagina. Big and thick. Heat ignited within her vagina.

She liked the
way Royce kissed. It was intoxicating.

“
I like
watching him kiss you,” Ewan soothed into her ear. He massaged her
hips with his hands.

Oh! She should
protest him touching her. She really should. But she didn’t want
to. She’d always loved Ewan’s hands on her and she really liked
being naughty in front of him. It turned her on.

Royce slipped
his tongue into her mouth. Sensations rocked her. His hands palmed
her breasts and his lips moved over hers like silky fire. She slid
her hands onto Royce’s waist, steadying herself.

“
That’s it.
Give into it,” Ewan soothed.

Damn
you
.

Ewan’s left
hand slipped off her hip and his fingers stroked along the crack of
her ass.

“
You wore a
butt plug until recently, as per club rules for a ménage?” he
purred into her ear.

She tried to
nod but Royce’s kiss deepened and to her frustration, his cockhead
moved away from her pussy.

“
I’ll take
that as a yes,” Ewan whispered.

She moaned as
his finger slipped farther beneath her thighs and pressed into her
pussy.

“
You’re juicy
wet. Just the way we want you,” Ewan growled.

His finger
withdrew and swept over her clitoris in a maddening massage that
sent pleasure singing through her. Instinctively she gyrated her
hips, wanting more.

“
Eager for us,
aren’t you?” Ewan teased.

She moaned in
protest as his finger slid away and his hand slipped off her hip.
He tugged her robe off her shoulders and she dropped her hands from
Royce to allow the garment to leave her body. It puddled onto the
floor beneath her feet and she managed to kick it away before
grabbing onto Royce’s muscular shoulders for support.

The man was
still kissing her! And it didn’t seem as if he was going to
stop!

She trembled
as from behind her, the rip of foil split through the
air.

Condom
.

The slurp of
lube followed.

Damn, she
really should stop this from happening. She wasn’t sure how she
should be reacting. Certainly not getting so turned on, as she was
doing by this maddening kiss.