Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3] (13 page)

“Little sub, you’re dripping. Do you want your Masters to fuck you?”

“Yes, Master,” she replied as she thrust herself back onto his fingers. His chuckled reply didn’t impress her.

“You don’t deserve to get any cock yet. You still have some punishment coming your way,” Kyle said from across the room. “Sub, come lie on the bed on your back.” She stood up from Caleb’s lap and moved toward the bed. Kyle had lit a candle next to the bed, and the romantic gesture surprised her right up until she got closer and saw the candle. It was one of the club candles—slow burning, low heat, and perfect for wax play. Shit, this was going to be more of a scene than she’d thought. If she could have come from just a thought, it would be now. She positioned herself on the bed how Kyle wanted her. As Kyle picked up the candle, she noticed that he was naked. She turned to the rustling from Caleb and saw that he was also stripping.

“Pull the cups down, sub,” Kyle demanded.

She did as he commanded and then blew air through her clenched teeth as the wax hit her fully exposed breast, centered on her nipple. It was more the shock than any pain, and she writhed as he poured melted wax on the second nipple.

“If you don’t stop moving, sub, you will be restrained.”

Lust flashed through her at the thought of also being restrained.

“She likes that idea,” Caleb added.

“I want to make her moveable, so cuff restraints only,” Kyle said. Another river of wax poured onto her stomach as Caleb strapped her wrists in the restraints and clipped them together. She tried to pull her hands apart, testing the restraints. She was trapped and loving it.

“Pull her legs apart.”

Caleb moved lower and took hold of each thigh, spreading her open.

“Get the lube.”

He moved off the bed and picked up the bottle. The sound of the cap opening vibrated through the room as he poured a good amount on his fingers before moving toward her. But before he made it to the bed, he grabbed a condom off the bedside table.

“Look at our horny little sub, Kyle,” Caleb said with a wicked look on his face.

Caleb pulled her bent knees up and rubbed his lubed fingers against her anus, rubbing and slowly pushing his fingers into her. The burn of the stretch and the burn from the wax mixed together, and she felt her clit swell even further. The need to have something inside her drove her further to the brink. She needed to be fucked, and she needed it now. Caleb started fucking her with his fingers and rubbing a thumb over her swollen clit, and she felt the orgasm building. It was so close she could taste it. She screamed then as the wax poured directly onto her pulsing clit. Caleb removed his fingers from her ass, and she was shocked and empty. Kyle grabbed her and rolled her over on top of him. She hadn’t even realized he’d lain down beside her. But she wanted a cock, and a hard thick one was now underneath her ass as she sat on his waist.

“Fuck yourself with my cock, little sub. Take that cock deep inside your tight little pussy.”

She raised herself enough to position his cock and thrust herself down as hard as she could and immediately began rocking and riding him frantically. He grabbed hold of her hips, stopping her from moving with one hand while grabbing a fistful of her hair, and he pulled her head down for a crushing kiss. She felt movement on the bed behind her and knew Caleb was going to take her ass, and she moaned at the thought. Caleb positioned himself at her anus and pushed his cock forward, forcing, forging it into her. She ate at Kyle’s mouth, ravishing him with her lips and tongue as she felt Caleb’s cock sliding into her. Finally Caleb was seated balls-deep, and she pulled away from Kyle’s mouth and moaned. She panted at the fullness and needed to move, or needed them to move, needed to be pounded. She tried to move between them but wasn’t able to get enough leverage.

“Please fuck me,” she screamed.

Thankfully, they both started moving in and out with forceful, short, jabbing thrusts. Caleb wrapped one arm around her waist and another above her breasts and around her shoulders, pulling her backward toward him. She’d never experienced this position before, but went with the flow. When Kyle pulled at the wax cover on her first nipple, she understood. The feeling of the solid wax being pulled from her body while being double stuffed made her entire being pulse, which was quickly followed by both of them thrusting at the same time, jolting her body up and down, her breasts bouncing from the force. Caleb moved his hands to cup each breast, pinching her nipples as he thrust. She could taste her orgasm again, but something was blocking her from being pushed over the edge. Something was smothering the pleasure so she couldn’t tip over. She groaned in frustration and tried to thrust herself down on their cocks.

“Come for us, little sub,” Caleb called as Kyle pulled the wax covering her clit.

The slight tearing, ripping sensation frightened her as much as it sent her over the edge. Her pussy and ass clamped hard on both the cocks and convulsed, and she lost her breathing rhythm in the waves of pleasure. Part of her brain told her she was now hyperventilating. The rest of her brain said who gives a fuck and rode the waves of pleasure. She heard both men shout as they pounded away at her, but couldn’t find it in herself to care. The room was full of the panting of the three of them as they all rode the wave of their orgasms.

“So am I forgiven?” she asked with a big smile on her face.

“Definitely,” they both panted in return, and she broke into a fit of laughter which they both joined.

Chapter Thirteen

Kyle bought her a cup of coffee from a vendor beside the park. She’d seen this very scene in romantic movies, but never had she actually had coffee walking in the park with a man she was dating. It seemed quirky and kind of cute. She smiled to herself as she took a sip of coffee and then wanted to kick herself for not checking the temperature. Damn, her tongue was on fire. Say good-bye to those taste buds, kiddo. Now she was thankful for not getting that bear claw. At the time she was thinking of her hips and said no, but now that she’d burned her tongue she was glad she hadn’t gotten it because she wouldn’t have had the pleasure of tasting it.

“So tell me about your family, your childhood, et cetera,” he said.

“There isn’t much to tell really. I grew up in a middle-class family. We weren’t rich, but we had a nice house, two cars, and a vacation every year. Both my parents work. My father is an executive. He’s in management mainly, and my mom is a florist.” She took another sip from her cup, thankful that her tongue had settled down. “I have a brother who’s currently in the Navy, so I don’t see much of him, but we are reasonably close.” She smiled at the memory of Jake. “We have different opinions on life. He’s very black and white, and I am all about the gray.” She laughed. “You know he’s never read one of my books, and I don’t think he ever will. But I’m okay with that. I’m actually thinking of dedicating my next one to him just to mess with his head.” She chuckled. “We can’t help ourselves. Whenever we’re together we raze each other endlessly.” She really needed to send an e-mail to Jake and catch up on what he’d been up to. She made a mental note to send one off as soon as she was back at her computer.

“Do you see your parents often?”

He seemed to be searching for something. “Yes, they’re Catholic, so Christmas mass is a must and Thanksgiving and so on. To sum it up for you, I had a good childhood, a happy, loving family, and I had many opportunities in life. I chose to write. I love my family and they love me.”

“So how did you get into the lifestyle?” Was that what he was looking for? Was he trying to find out about the man who corrupted her? Maybe he’d thought she had daddy issues or something, but she’d squashed that. Now it was the perverted boyfriend angle. So sadly she’d have to squash that one, too.

“Well, I started experimenting with boyfriends in college and I just kept going deeper from there. I didn’t have some boyfriend manipulate me into it. In reality I think I manipulated a few of them into it.” She thought back to Harrison, her second boyfriend in college. Looking back now, she’d really pushed him into it. She had slowly convinced him of how much fun they’d have. If he tied her hands. Then getting him to spank her, but as soon as she talked to him about using a hairbrush to spank her he ran. He just wasn’t into it. She looked over at Kyle and saw he was troubled. Whatever picture he’d had of her in his head now didn’t fit. Panic set in. What if he no longer wanted her? What if she was no longer good enough?
Shut the fuck up, girl, you’re sexy, beautiful, and he should be begging you to date him.
Yeah, right. If only she truly believed that and not that he would pass her over for some younger newbie. After what felt like a century of silence, finally Kyle spoke.

“I can’t believe you’re actually sane and normal and in the lifestyle.”

Petra felt a jolt at his words on behalf of all the women in the lifestyle. She was offended, and in a strange way she was offended for herself as well, even though he did say she was sane. But what the hell did he think of her fellow subs?

“So let me get this straight. You think a woman who chooses to live a BDSM lifestyle must have mental problems?” She seethed with anger. He couldn’t seriously believe that. He was a Dom for God’s sake.

“No, no, you’ve taken my words and twisted them, well, not exactly twisted, I suppose I did say them that way, but fuck. Let me start again.” He was flustered.

She was annoyed with him. There was no way she was going to help him extract his foot from his mouth. She needed to understand how he really saw women in the lifestyle.

“By all means, explain away,” she said, crossing her arms and nearly spilling her coffee as she began tapping her foot. She couldn’t hold in her frustration.

“It’s just that, okay. It may seem as if I look at subs as people who have issues. But I don’t, well, I do. But I don’t want to be seen as being racist if you could apply the term racist to this situation. It’s just that I haven’t met many subs who are sane and normal. But then again, I can’t say I’ve met that many, and well, maybe the ones I have met aren’t normal. Maybe I attract them.”

God, he was only making it worse and part of her enjoyed his flustering and fuck ups. Her heart wanted to settle him down, comfort him, care for him, and let him explain it better.

“Kyle, take a breath and tell me your history. Tell me about the women you’ve dated that messed you up so much?” Fucked him up, more likely. She asked it in calm, caring voice to soothe his tension and show him she was okay with him. But he’d better fucking explain, or she’d show him a psychotic bitch all right. How dare he question the sanity of women living in the lifestyle when he was also living it. Hell, they had to deal with many in the vanilla world treating them as sick and perverted. But for a Dom to think it, that was sacrilege.

“Look, I’ve made a real dick of myself so let me explain. Like you, I was drawn to the lifestyle in college and in a way I was the boyfriend that tried corrupting his girlfriends. My first serious girlfriend, who was my high school sweetheart, thought I was a pervert and dumped me when I wanted to tie her up and spank her. God, I can still see her look of disgust when I asked her for anal sex. I thought she was going to throw up.”

They stopped walking and sat on a bench that overlooked the gardens. “I dated quite a bit, always looking for girls who’d let me do more, or anything, to them. Years went by, and then I met Kelly.”

* * * *

He’d finally gotten membership to the Locks and Chains club after completing his Dom training workshops. He was still a green Dom, but the world of submissives was finally opened up to him. Not that he had a lot of time to play, being a medical intern. But when he did have a tiny window in his schedule, he was at the club. Kelly had been a member for a year. She was a beautiful blonde with a trim figure, small pert breasts, and long legs that would wrap around a man and strangle him. He was in awe of her. She was a goddess. At first he’d thought it was a joke that she’d consider him for more than just play. But when she asked him for his collar, he realized he could have her forever. He collared her and asked her to marry him within a year of meeting her.

He’d seen signs then that all wasn’t right with her, the rages and tantrums and then the chaos that followed. She then suffered bouts of such deep depression that he had to order her to eat and to get out of bed. But he’d thought she had character and it wasn’t that bad. It was like someone once told him, the best way to cook a frog is to place it in warm water then slowly bring it to a boil so the frog doesn’t realize what’s happening before it is too late. That was what his marriage became, a slow heat of crazy until too late he realized she had a serious problem. He thought having a child would settle her down, and she’d have someone else to focus on. He believed part of her suffering was caused by his long hours at the hospital, and he thought a baby would give her love and the company she so desperately needed.

He remembered the first time she tried to kill herself. He’d come home early from work because he couldn’t wait to see his son and beautiful wife. Also, in hindsight he recognized that he came home early partly because he’d become frightened of leaving Joel with Kelly for too long. She didn’t respond to Joel the way he thought a mother should. But he just pushed that down, focusing on his work and being home as much as possible. When he walked through the door, he knew something was wrong. He could hear Joel screaming from his crib, but other than that the house was eerily quiet. He hurried into the nursery and picked Joel up. He was filthy. He didn’t seem to have been changed since Kyle left for the hospital ten hours before. He also seemed very hot, and his skin felt dry. What on earth had happened?