Masque (23 page)

Rena relaxed. “That’s a great idea.”

“Good, because Jamie can have his part done this morning and
the electrician can get the fuse box in this afternoon when he comes.” Valerie
wrote something on her pad and then stood. “Then we start on this side of the
downstairs.”

Rena rose too. Emotionally, she was worn out and she
wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight, so a nap was in order. “Great. I’m
going to head upstairs. If you need me, just send someone up to get me.”

“Right. As long as we have someone to send.”

Valerie continued into the dining room while Rena went to
her room, Valerie’s depressing words echoing in her head. Would she get to say
goodbye?

Throwing her clothes on the chair by the fireplace, she
climbed into bed naked. It was only two o’clock and she was exhausted. She
couldn’t even imagine what tonight would be like.

* * * * *

Rena walked through the colored rooms on Synn’s arm, acutely
aware of the stares she received from the ghosts.

Synn chuckled. “I think I have taught you too well. You are
enticing every man in this building, including me.”

She beamed. She couldn’t help it. She had a few pieces of
clothing with her she had bought just after Bryce called it quits. They were
for the “I don’t need you” phase that came right after being dumped, when she
had purposely dressed a bit slutty to see who she could attract. However,
tonight she’d gone one step further, no underwear. Her tight white tank showed
the dark areolas around her nipples and her red miniskirt barely covered her
ass. The red ankle-strapped high heels added to the illusion that her legs went
on forever. She’d left her hair down and wore a simple white mask. She wanted
Synn to be proud of her.

As they stepped through the Delicious Sex Room, he squeezed
her arm. “What are you thinking?”

She gazed at him. He wore a loose-fitting white shirt with a
deep V neck, black pantaloons, a black mask and his brown hair loose as usual.
He was drop-dead gorgeous in a Byronesque way. “I was thinking that I dressed
to make you proud. Are you?”

“Damn, woman, more than you know.”

She preened. She couldn’t help it. His desire for her made
her feel beautiful, sexy and erotic.

When they reached the Bondage Room, Synn stopped inside the
door, letting her take in the view. It was bathed in a glowing red light from
the red windows and it wasn’t very bright. Still, she could see a table with
straps at four corners and a rack with various whips, feathers, sticks and
ropes. There were two metal bars that looked like stripper poles, but with
straps on them as well. There were also some strangely bent padded benches with
straps. Actually, almost everything in the room had leather straps. She
shivered at the implication. When she had asked Bryce to tie her up, she’d
meant to the bed. This room said this was serious sexual play and her stomach
tingled.

Synn turned her toward him and put his hands on her
shoulders. “Are you sure you want this?”

Staring into his eyes and reading his honest concern for her
put any residual nervousness to rest. She wanted to experience this. Had for a
long time, but even more, she wanted to experience it with him. She gave him a
shy smile. “Yes.”

“You will allow me to do whatever I want to you?”

Just his words alone were priming her body for his use.
“Yes.”

“While we are in this room, you may instinctually say
‘stop’, ‘no’, or ‘don’t’, but you won’t actually mean them. So I need to give
you a phrase that you have to think about before saying. If you use this
phrase, I will stop, and we will leave the room, no matter what I’m doing. Do
you understand?”

She hadn’t even thought about whether she would want him to
stop. She looked over at the whips. Maybe he was right. He was so experienced
in this. It would make her feel better to know she could stop him even if she
was tied. “Okay. What phrase should I use?”

“I want Bryce.”

Her body cooled instantly in her shock. “I can’t say that.
It isn’t true.”

He grinned. “Exactly. I need you to think long and hard
before you decide to stop our sexual pleasure. If you want me to stop, you are
going to have to say it. In fact, say it now so that it’s clear.”

She pouted. She didn’t want to hurt him and she had no
interest in Bryce, but it was clear he would not start unless she did. “All
right. I want Bryce.”

He chuckled. “It’s good to hear how unenthusiastic you are
about that.”

“Very funny. So what do we do?”

He looked sternly at her. “You do what you are told.”

Tingles raced along her back at his tone and brooding look.
“What would you like me to do?”

He nodded. “I want you to sit in that chair.”

Not what she was expecting, but then again, while it didn’t
have leather straps, it did have metal restraints. Curious, she sat. It was a
simple, hardwood chair with arms. Synn kneeled down and clicked the metal
restraints around her wrists. She tested them and sure enough they didn’t move
and she couldn’t slip her hands out. Then he clicked her ankles to each chair
leg using the metal cuffs.

“I need to show you something.”

Was his voice already growing husky, or was it her
imagination? She nodded, sensing his arousal.

“Under your right arm is a latch that will allow you to
unhitch your right hand in an emergency. Try it.”

She reached her fingers around the arm of the chair and felt
the latch. Stretching a bit, she flicked it and her right wrist was free. “I
see, so then I could undo my left and my ankles.”

“Exactly. But I don’t want you to release yourself.
Understand?”

She nodded again, anticipation coursing through her as he
closed the manacle back around her wrist.

“No, I need to hear you. Do you understand?”

This was easier than she thought. “Yes.”

“Good.” Then he put his hand under the chair. She heard a
click and Synn spread her legs as far as was comfortable and locked the chair.
It was some kind of hinge beneath her seat. With her short red skirt and her
curls but a small bush above her clit, her pussy would be seen easily by anyone
who looked. It thrilled her in a strange way and reminded her of when she’d
tweaked her breast in the Exhibition Room.

Synn stood, his cock already a solid bulge in his tight
pantaloons, making her body heat. “Remember, I don’t want you to release
yourself. I have to retrieve a few items from my room, and I want you to stay
just as you are. People may come in here and see you, but they won’t touch you
as you are not theirs. Understand?”

“Yes.” Her pulse increased at her helplessness while being
exposed. It was completely different than being on exhibition and making men
want her, but as she watched Synn walk from the room and she was left alone,
she hoped no one would come in. When it came to sexual experiences, she trusted
Synn completely, but she’d rather experience this room with him than without
him.

But her wish to be unobserved was left unfulfilled. Within
minutes, a man walked into the room and saw her. He stopped and stared at her
pussy. Instinctually, she tried to close her legs, but the chair kept them
spread. She flushed, her blood pounding at her inability to do anything but
accept the stranger’s stare. After a few minutes, he turned and left. Her heart
started to slow again. What a unique feeling.

Her attention was drawn to the archway as Beth and Byron
strolled into the room. Beth wore a corset that held her pert breasts above it.
She had on stockings and Victorian lace-up boots, and that was all, but what
shocked Rena was the delicate gold chain that led from Beth’s pussy to Byron’s
hand.

They stopped as a man, one Rena hadn’t met yet, approached
from the other side, materializing out of the wall. As the two men spoke, Beth
stood just a bit behind and idly swiveled her hips, pulling the chain taut. How
could she have a chain there?

Beth noticed Rena staring and smiled. She pulled over a
nearby chair and set one foot up on it. With her hands, she spread her labia so
Rena could see. The chain was connected to something that looked like a clip-on
earring and it was attached to her clit.

Rena sank back in shock, though her pussy heated at the
sight. Wouldn’t that hurt? Beth put her leg back down and turned to face the
man who had met them. To Rena’s surprise, Byron handed Beth’s chain to the new
man. She saw Beth’s chest fill with air as she passed meekly from one man to
the next, and Rena understood why they were in the Bondage Room. This was a
type of submission she had never dreamed about. What else could Synn have in
store for her? At the thought, her nipples hardened. Where was he?

She looked to the doorway as Byron exited the room, but her
attention was drawn back to the new man as he turned Beth toward him. He
positioned the chair she had used so that Rena now saw it in profile. He fed
the chain from Beth’s pussy through the large opening in the back slats and
told her to straddle it.

Even as Rena watched, her own pulse increased. She’d never
imagined a chain on a pussy, never mind being passed around. Once Beth was
settled, the man pulled nipple clamps with individual chains out of his vest
pocket and clipped one on each of Beth’s breasts as they hung above the chair
back. Rena’s own nipples responded and she glanced down to see them in stark
relief against her white tank.

When she glanced up, the man had three chains in his hand
all attached to Beth, whose breasts rose and fell rapidly, attesting to her
readiness. The man was very serious as he stood back and began to play Beth
like an instrument. First, a light tug on her clit that had Beth catching her
breath, then a pull to each nipple, making her hips squirm. Rena’s heart raced
and her own pussy swelled as Beth began to make small noises in the back of her
throat, her head tilting back as she arched her breasts forward over the top of
the chair like an offering. When the man lifted a dildo from his pocket that
Beth didn’t see, Rena almost moaned, but instead she gripped the chair arms
tightly.

His cock was clearly hard in his tight pantaloons when he
pulled all three chains taut, and slipped the dildo inside Beth. Her yell
caught Rena off guard and at first she thought she was hurt, but Beth’s hips
grinding into the dildo and her grip on the chair made it obvious a strong
orgasm had hold of her.

Rena was more than ready now. Where was Synn? Didn’t he want
to get started because she sure as hell did?

When Beth’s body stopped convulsing and her breathing
returned to normal, the man threaded the three chains back through the chair
and allowed her to rise. He proceeded to leave the room, the chains held
loosely in his hands. Beth followed, her satisfied grin making Rena envious. As
she left, Chantal sauntered in, nodding politely to the couple before turning
toward Rena.

“Ah
ma chérie
, I am afraid Synn, he be detained and
asked me to get you ready.”

“Ready?”

“
Mai oui
, for he cannot have his way with you in that
chair. Now come.”

Chantal unclasped the restraints and took her hand as if she
were a little girl. She led her over to the poles. Oh God. She really would be
at his mercy to touch her and take her any way he wished. Her heart pounded so
hard she could feel its beat between her legs.

Chantal chattered on. “What beautiful hair you have, but we
must put it up so it does not get in the way,
oui
?”

“I guess.”

“
Oui.
” In no time Chantal had pulled her hair up and
pinned it somehow.

“Ah, you look very sophisticated now,
mademoiselle
,
except the shoes will hurt you.” Chantal bent down and unbuckled each shoe and
Rena stepped out of them.

“Now come, stand right here.”

Rena looked to where Chantal pointed and realized she was
going to strap her to the poles. Uh-huh. She only agreed to be submissive to
Synn. She crossed her arms over her tank top. “I don’t think so. I’m here for
Synn and until he is back in this room, I’m not being restrained.”

“Obey her, Rena.” Synn’s deep, husky voice came from the
corner of the room completely in shadow. She peered into the darkness until
through the red flickering light, she could make out his Hessian boot and a
pant leg. He was sitting in a chair, almost completely hidden. How long had he
been there? She flushed. Had he watched her watching Beth and her companion?
Had he seen her squirm in her chair?

“Rena.” The warning was clear in his voice.

She stepped to where Chantal pointed. Once Chantal was happy
with her stance, her feet double shoulder-width apart, the woman restrained her
with the leather straps. They were soft and comfortable, a nice surprise.

Chantal peered into the corner. “Above or to the side?”

“The side. I want her wide open to me.” Synn’s voice
reverberated through her body. As Chantal strapped in one, then the other
wrist, Rena realized it gave her room to hold on to the bars and she did.

When Chantal was done, she stepped aside and waited.

Synn stood and walked into the red light. He had no shirt on
and his chest gleamed, the flickering light accenting the shadows between his
pectorals and his abdomen, the dark spot on his chest blending. Rena couldn’t
help the pure melting in her heart and body. His biceps, so clearly defined,
made watching him walk a pleasure.

“Chantal, now the blindfold.”

Rena’s heart jumped even as Chantal gasped. “
Oui?
”

“Yes. My woman can handle this. She has vowed to be
completely at my mercy.”

Rena swallowed hard as a sizzle of fear and excitement raced
up her spine before her view of her handsome master was erased by a pitch-black
blindfold that completely engulfed her mask. The second her sight was lost to
her, her ears came to attention and for the first time, she heard Synn move
across the floor, his silent walk, clear to her straining senses.

He came to a stop behind her. Even if she hadn’t heard him,
she would have felt his presence, as attuned to him as she was.

“You are mine.”

Those words, whispered behind her ear, sent a shudder of
anticipation through her body.

His voice deepened. “To do with as I please.”

A tingle raced from her ear to her groin.

“For my sexual satisfaction.”

Yes.
She was ready to come with his words. She had
stumbled upon a true master at the art of bondage.

When Synn’s arm came around her waist and pulled her tight
against him, she stumbled a bit, but he held her tight, his naked torso
pressing into her back. He nibbled on her ear, sending shivers along her spine
and arms.

He spoke against her skin. “Chantal, expose these bountiful
breasts for me.”

She heard a noise just before her tank was pulled down
beneath her breasts, effectively holding them up like Beth’s corset did hers,
except her own were a lot bigger. The air in the room was warm so her bareness
did not truly register, but when Synn’s lips found the side of her neck, her
left nipple was sucked into someone’s mouth. Instinctually, she pulled back,
but Synn was there, holding her in place. Giving her to that mouth.

Uneasy, yet helpless, her senses reacted to the tongue that
stroked and circled and the nibbles that left her nipple hard while Synn’s
mouth sucked upon her shoulder. It had to be Chantal because as soon as she
finished with one breast, she moved to the other. The arousal reminded her of
the Delicious Sex Room while sharp pings of pleasure raced from her nipple
straight to her pussy and her folds filled with wetness.

Synn continued to hold her, but she could tell he was
unbuttoning his pants with his other hand. It was so hard to concentrate with
Chantal at her breasts.

Suddenly, Synn and Chantal released her. Rena grasped the
bars to hold herself steady. The air in the room brushed her wet skin, sending
her thoughts to all those places.

Synn spoke from behind her. “Is she not made to sexually
please us, Chantal?”

“
Mais oui
, Sir Synn. That she is. Such bountiful
breasts and tight nipples. I would love to see more.”

Synn stepped up to her back again and wrapped his arm around
her waist to pull her flush against him, his hard, naked cock pushing against
her lower back. “You will.”

Rena stiffened. What did he mean by that?

Synn’s arm tightened around her waist and his other hand
turned her head to the side. His voice was husky, laden with sexual power.
“Anything I want, remember?”

Her body responded to him whether her mind wished it to or
not, because her pussy clenched at his words. She managed to whisper over her
dry throat, “Yes, I remember.”

“Good.” He arched her body back and covered her mouth with
his. His tongue sought hers and sucked it into his mouth, dominating her.
Fingers in her pussy had her pulling her mouth from his. “No.”

Synn pulled her face back. “Yes. You will obey. You will let
Chantal look, and touch, and taste your pussy until you come. Understand?”

Her breath caught at his last words and her pussy throbbed
with anticipation. The idea of a woman below was beyond her, but she trusted
Synn and so did her body. Her clit ached. She could stop it right now with the
phrase, but she couldn’t even think it. Instead she nodded, then remembered to
speak. “Yes.”

As soon as the word was out of her mouth, his tongue was
back in and she felt her stretchy red skirt slip up to her waist. Chantal’s
fingers were expert as she explored. First, she spread apart each fold tenderly
before stroking a finger along Rena’s opening and clit. Rena was thankful that
Synn held her against him because the sensations of his dominating kiss, his
cock digging into the top of her ass, and Chantal’s fingers, had her knees
buckling.

Chantal teased at her pussy opening until she finally slid
one finger inside. Rena moaned into Synn’s mouth and his other arm came around
her to cup her breast, his hand playing with her hardened nipple even as he
ground his hips against her until his cock was snugly between her ass cheeks.

As Chantal slipped two fingers inside, she stroked Rena’s
clit with her tongue. Oh God, she had a woman licking her clit while her man
held her in place to have it done. Her helplessness fed her excitement. She
couldn’t stop her moaning as she gave in to the multitude of sensations. Synn’s
cock pressured her ass as Chantal worked magic on her clit and pussy, causing
her to tighten.

“Come for me.” Synn’s whispered command slid through her
body and ignited her growing orgasm. Her pussy clenched and Synn’s growl
against her neck sent her over the edge. Her orgasm shot through her, causing
her to gasp for air. Her body shuddered in Synn’s arms and Chantal’s tongue
slowed as her insides pulsed.

“Good girl.” Synn’s whispered approval against her ear sent
tiny shivers coursing to her clit where it still throbbed. Chantal’s fingers
slowly retreated as she stepped away and Rena sighed, but when Synn moved away
from her, she grasped the bars once again to hold herself up, for to collapse
would leave her arms stretched above her, strapped as they were.

Synn stepped around her, and despite her satisfaction,
energy started flowing in anticipation of what he would do next. She focused on
listening. A piece of furniture was moved in front of her. Tentatively, she
leaned forward an inch and her thighs brushed the item. Would Synn sit on it?
She cocked her head for anything that would tell her what would happen next,
but her partners seemed intent on silence.

A cup was pressed to her lips. “Come,
chérie
, you
must have some water. You moan a lot,
oui
?”

She hadn’t noticed, but her throat was dry. Gratefully, she
drank as Chantal held the glass. When the woman stepped away, Rena felt Synn
before her. His musky cinnamon-spice scent filled her nostrils and calmed, yet
excited her. Safe yet unsure was a strange combination of emotions. Though he
stood before her, no sound came from him nor did he touch her. What was he
doing?

Staring. The realization had her nipples hardening. She
pictured his eyes, the blue shards in them bright as he devoured the sight of
her body, making her feel sexy, appreciated.

He chuckled. “You were made for me, Rena. Your breasts beg
for my touch. Your pussy weeps for my tongue, and your ass dares my cock to
enter.”

Instinctually, she clenched her ass. His cock was far larger
than the toy he used last week. The phrase to stop their play came to her mind
again, but she discarded it. For now.

“Rena.” Synn was directly in front of her, but his tone had
gone from demanding to husky.

His hand came to her face and he held her in place as his
tongue found hers, his need clear. He ravaged her mouth, desperate to taste
her. She strained at the bonds holding her arms aside, wanting to grab his face
in return. She gave in to a whimper at her inability to satisfy her need.

He broke away.

She could imagine his smile of triumph at her sound.

“You are ready for me.”

Lord, she was always ready for him if he would just get to
it! She felt both hands being unstrapped. They couldn’t be done. She was so
revved up. He wouldn’t do that to her, would he?

Before she could worry more, her tank and her skirt were
lifted over her head, leaving her naked, and she was bent forward over a piece
of padded furniture. It was strangely shaped, for in her new position, her
stomach was supported as well as her chest between her breasts, and her head. Her
arms were raised beyond her head and strapped down while her ankles remained
spread and strapped to the bars. Her breasts hung loosely on either side of the
piece between them.

Synn’s breath touched her ear. “Comfortable?”

She adjusted her attention to how the unusual position felt
and had to agree, it was comfortable. “Yes.”

“Good.” His voice came from above her. His hand stroked her
back as if feeling it for the first time. Despite her position, she relaxed.
His other hand joined in as he moved behind her and lightly massaged her
muscles. He continued to knead as he cupped her ass and squeezed. Her pussy
took notice and a quick tension tugged at her.

Synn’s hands were magic and as he separated her crease, he
blew on her anal star. A sharp thread of excitement ran from that spot to her
pussy, causing it to clench. He was going to enter her, the ultimate domination
of her body. She grasped the padding beneath her hands. Could she do it?

Soft fingers on her clit made her jerk against her bonds.

Chantal spoke from below. “It is just me,
chérie
.”

A cool liquid dripping down her crease brought her attention
back to Synn, but Chantal’s magic fingers caused her pussy to release its own
slippery moisture.

Synn pressed his large cock along her crease, rubbing the
lubricant over her asshole, causing a pleasant friction, relaxing her. The
tightening inside her pussy began deep as the heightened sensations on her clit
and ass combined and sped to her core together. She held on with her hands as
Synn positioned his cock to penetrate her ass.

Without thought, she tensed. The phrase “I want Bryce”
sitting on her tongue, but her mind rebelled at saying those words. Synn was
too smart.

“Rena. Anything, remember? Chantal loving your pussy with
her mouth, me fucking you from behind, or another man taking you while I watch.
You are mine to satiate my every sexual whim.” Synn’s hand came down on her
back and pressed. “I will come inside your beautiful ass and you will allow me
to. Relax.”

Something in the deep timbre of his voice communicated
surrender to her body, and she gave herself up to the ministrations of her
lover and his friend.

Chantal’s lips teased her clit, building a deep need that
Rena doubted could be satisfied, but she focused on letting go, allowing them
to use her in whatever way they wished. Her body welcomed their stimulation,
opening to the surrender. Her mind begged them to fuck her both ways, take
their pleasure on her.

As the fire built in her pussy, Synn pushed his cock inside,
opening her. She gasped at the intrusion and the shocking spurt of excitement
that flowed against her clit. He did not go farther, allowing her body to grow
used to him, but the tension inside burned hot. Chantal’s tongue stroked and
circled, adding to that first shocking erotic pleasure. Finally, Synn pressed
forward slowly, the sensations colliding in her pussy until he was completely
buried.

His. The word flowed through her, signaling her body to be
taken as Synn wished. She wanted it. She moved in invitation to his lack of
movement and his hand came down and grabbed her hips, holding her still.
“Don’t.” His gasped word made it clear how much he was holding back and despite
the growing orgasm in her, she focused on his labored breaths. She was doing
this to him. She was the one with the power. Only she could set him free. The
realization struck hard. “Synn, take me. Please.”

It was a request, pure and simple from the submissive, but
it gave them what they both wanted.

Synn growled so deep it sounded like an earthquake, but he
moved, pulling out and pushing in. The tension doubled inside her. New, firing
pulses of feeling sucked her into a rising vortex of excitement that grew
stronger with every push. Chantal’s finger continued to tease, but two more
slipped inside her pussy and met Synn inside her.

Her body tensed. Her clit hummed as her pussy tightened and
a new feeling from her ass swept her up into the stars. She screamed her
release into the room, grasping the padding hard. Synn’s thrusts kept her in a
netherland of pure sexual completion until he yelled himself.

As he slowed, she melted. Every muscle in her body fatigued,
her limbs, useless.

Chantal moved out from under her and unstrapped her wrists
from the padded furniture. Rena didn’t move.

Synn slowly removed his cock from her. She remained where
she was.

Chantal’s gentle fingers took off the blindfold, but Rena
didn’t have the energy to open her eyes. Her body felt complete. She could
happily sleep right where she was.

But Synn wouldn’t allow it. He pulled her up against his
hard body and held her as Chantal released her ankles. He kissed her shoulder.
“You are bloody perfect.”

She smiled through her tiredness and let Synn place her on a
wingback chair. When he walked away, she opened her eyes. The red-lit room was
dim, allowing her eyes to adjust quickly. Synn was nowhere to be seen, but
Chantal stood before her with a wet hand towel. “Here,
mon ami
. It is
warm.”

Somehow she found the strength to grasp the warm wet cloth.
“How can this be warm?”

Chantal moved to a sideboard where a bottle of wine sat.
“The Delicious Sex Room. Where else?”

Ah yes, how could she forget that wonderful hot bath?
Finally, with some energy returning, she stood and washed herself clean.
Chantal took the hand towel and gave her a glass of wine. “This will return
your blood to the right places,
oui
?”

Her knowing smirk had Rena grinning. “
Oui.
”

After taking a few sips, she looked around for Synn and
found him behind the bars, dropping a wet hand towel on a side table. He picked
up a white robe from a nearby chair and held it out for her. It reminded her of
the robes in the hotels her old company put her up at on business trips. This
robe was soft and comfy as he slipped it over her shoulders. Then he crossed
the front for her and tied the belt. He kept her in his arms for a moment
before he stepped away, but fear penetrated her sluggish brain. “No.”