Working Out the Kinks (Chain) (10 page)

“Oh my god! Lexi?” Whitney shrieked and fell back, catching herself with her hands. She looked at Eric and seemed to realize that she had lost her posture and then rushed to regain it once more.

“Well, well, well,” Eric clucked. “This is interesting.”

Whitney looked down at the floor.

“Why don’t you relax, Whitney, and I’ll give you girls a ten-minute break while I get some things ready.”

Whitney glanced back up and nodded her head before Eric stood up. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head first, and then mine before leaving to disappear down the hallway.

“What is going on?” she whispered with a strained voice. I could see the panic in her eyes and hear the shock in her words. She dropped her hands and balled her legs up against her chest, covering herself from me. I looked away to give her modesty.

“I wanted to make sure that you were okay,” I muttered. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“What else to do? I told you today I was fine,” she exclaimed.

“I know that, but this happened a little over a week ago, when you weren’t talking to me.”

“How did you convince him to do this? Why are you doing this? Does Master Eric know what you’re doing?” Her questions came out almost as one they were so crammed together.

“I did this because I love you. You were my best friend growing up, and when I saw how you had changed, I thought you needed help getting out of something,” I said, stealing a glance up at her.

Whitney’s face softened, concern washing across her features.

“This is crazy, you know that?” she said with a light chuckle, “You convinced Master to take you on just so you could get me out.”

I began chewing at my lip but when I realized what I was doing, I quickly stopped.

“That was the plan, before things…”

I didn’t know how to tell her.

“Before things what?” Whitney pressed.

Our gazes met and I started to fidget with my hands, “Before I started to…”

She slowly caught on to what I was trying to tell her. Whitney dropped her hands away and forgot about her nudity. It didn’t bother me in the slightest to see her like that anymore. She scooted closer and it was my turn to hold my knees close to my body.

“You like him,” she answered for me.

I shrugged my shoulders and rested my chin on the tops of my legs. “I don’t know right now.” A sigh fell from my lips. “Did something like this happen to you when you first started training?”

Whitney shook her head and smiled gently. “I’ve already got eyes for someone else, you know that. But Master Eric is someone I will always care about because of what he’s doing for me. Our relationship is more of a working one, not a romantic one.”

“And you’re still,” I hesitated for a moment, “sleeping with him then?”

Whitney cocked a brow and gave me a grin. “Training under Master Eric comes with its perks.”

I smiled and laughed quietly. “I would say so.”

“But in all honesty, he’s a wonderful man,” she said affectionately.

My heart was beating almost through my chest proudly, as if a large weight had been lifted from my shoulders. Whitney was okay, and in no danger. I stole a look over her shoulder and gave a nod with my head.

“Does it hurt?” I asked her.

Whitney looked over her shoulder as well and then back at me.

“Not anymore. But Master Eric has taught me tolerance of pain. How I’m supposed to be working with it and not against it. That’s one of the greatest gifts he’s ever given me, besides my collar.”

The chain around her neck had been fastened with a thick lock pressed heavy against her skin.

“Girls, I’d like for you to join me in the playroom,” Eric announced from down the hallway. We both turned our heads at the sound of his voice and then looked at each other. Whitney flashed a knowing smirk.

“Ready to play?” she asked.

“Um, I’ve never done this before,” I muttered.

“Neither have I. But at least it’s with you.”

I gave a shy smile and watched Whitney smooth her sleek black hair off her shoulders and check her breasts, tweaking the nipples just enough for them to bud. She looked to me and then gave a nod with her head.

“You’ll probably want to undress,” she noted. I glanced at my lounge pants and shirt.

“When in Rome,” I mumbled loud enough for her to hear me. Whitney giggled as I pulled my tank top over my head and then shuffled out of my drawstring pants. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and my breasts instantly perked up once they were exposed. There was a slight tinge of embarrassment when I stepped out of my underwear, only because Whitney had such beautiful, longer legs than me. She didn’t seem at all fazed by my nudity, and it made the situation much easier for me to settle into.

“Just do what I do, if you’re not sure what he expects,” she whispered and then leaned forward to all fours. I nodded my head and followed suit. We crawled, with me behind her, all the way down the hall. I couldn’t help but notice Whitney’s backside, the way her hips swayed and how she prowled.

Eric was waiting for us in the same room that I had found Whitney. It was covered in devices that both sparked my curiosity and heightened my fear. Chains hung from the ceiling. Ropes were placed in several locations, wrapped in perfect circles. We crawled inside and I followed Whitney to the center of the room where she stopped and placed her hands behind her head. I did the same, waiting for Eric’s command. He stood there, leaning against a long table with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Did you two kiss and make up yet?” he joked.

“Yes, Master,” Whitney answered for us.

“Why don’t you show Alexandra your favorite toys?”

Whitney dropped her stance and took my hand in hers as we stood to our feet.

“Want to try my swing?” she asked me quietly. I smiled and nodded. Whitney smiled wide and led me to a corner where her swing was attached to hooks in the ceiling. It was a padded small triangle of a seat with thick ropes holding it up. She gently helped me into the swing, showing me where my legs hooked and where my hands would go.

Eric stood behind her while she worked to place me in. Our gazes connected as I watched him brush Whitney’s hair off one shoulder and kiss her skin. She continued her work to strap me in. Once finished, I lay there with my arms held high and my legs spread open. Whitney stepped back and kneeled at Eric’s side while he inspected her handiwork. He gripped the restraints to check the locks around my wrists.

“Very good, Whitney,” he cooed and reached down to guide her closer to me. Her face was between my legs, her gaze on Eric’s.

“Prepare me for her,” Eric ordered. Whitney dragged the zipper of his pants down and pulled his cock free. She suckled him into her mouth immediately and I watched him grow. Whitney kept looking up at him the entire time. I was fascinated by their interaction, watching how she worked and how he responded to her. She held her mouth open wide and he worked himself deep inside her. Eric picked up her hair into one hand and held her firmly in place, her nose almost touching his stomach. She choked, but he held her firm. A line of spit fell from her lips and dropped to the floor.

“Good girl,” I heard him gasp as he loosened his hold and pulled her away. Eric brought Whitney’s head back between my legs and ordered her to taste me. I cried out from the sensation when her mouth touched my flesh, her tongue dragging across my clit. I gripped the harness holding my arms up and clenched my teeth while Whitney tasted me.

Eric left our side for a moment to grab something shiny and metal off the table he had been leaning against earlier. He returned and placed a pair of nipple clamps onto each of my breasts, tweaking the bundle of nerves first so they held tight in place. Whitney’s mouth was distracting me too much to notice the pain while he attached them, but once the heavy chain dropped down from his hand, I felt the sharp sting they produced. Whitney made sure to suck in my clit when she heard me cry out in pain. The pleasure she was giving me battled against the torture of the clamps.

“Is she ready for me?” Eric asked her.

Whitney nodded, her mouth gratefully never stopping.

“Yes, Master,” she answered. Eric pulled her off to the side so she could watch him align his cock with my entrance.

“Bring me in,” he said to Whitney. She smiled at me and then took him in her hand, slowly guiding him inside me. I moaned and tossed my head back while his hardness stretched my inner walls. Eric kept his hands on the swing and began to rock me back and forth, gliding me on his cock as he stood still. I could see why she loved this toy. Even I was falling in love with the contraption.

“Bring me the plug,” he ordered her. She stood once again and walked away. I was too wrapped up in enjoying the swing for me to watch her. Eric grabbed me by my hips and started to fuck me wildly, his hips pounding into my thighs. I cried out and he thrust fast then stopped quickly.

“Sit on top of her,” he said when Whitney returned with a purple mushroom-shaped plug. She straddled my legs and we were nose to nose, her face rubbing against mine. Whitney began to kiss me softly, urging my tongue with hers to come out and play. Eric’s grunts caused her to move faster, moaning into my mouth. I wanted to hold her face, to guide her and be the one to lead, but with my arms bound I was helpless.

Whitney’s moans increased, and I could tell he was doing something to her. Seconds later she broke away and cried out.

“Fuck,” she yelled.

I heard the loud slap of his hand. Eric yanked her head up with his fist in her hair, never stopping his pounding rhythm.

“Thank me for your plug,” he growled against her ear. His gaze flashed toward me as I wet my lips and watched them greedily.

“Thank you for the plug, Master,” Whitney replied breathlessly.

In that moment, with Eric mercilessly fucking me, holding Whitney down to press on my body while she kissed me, we were his, entirely his.

And I loved every moment of it.

It felt right. It felt perfect. And it felt like I was about to have one of my greatest orgasms if he kept things going the way they were. I was kissing Whitney so hard my lips were starting to lose sensation. She gave another cry and I opened my eyes to look over Whitney’s shoulder. Eric slid the plug in and out of her as we moved.

I needed release. I needed more of her. Whitney wasn’t stopping. She was on a mission to kiss my lips numb.

Eric urged her back up to him and they kissed passionately. Yet while he was paying her attention, he watched me the entire time. I bit my lower lip in a pout, showing him I wanted more. He chuckled and released Whitney.

“I think our Alexandra wants to know what you taste like.”

I grinned and leaned my head against one outstretched arm. Whitney lifted off me and stood to the side while Eric loosened the straps and my arms lowered. I felt like a toy, being maneuvered and turned every which way so they could have their way with me. Whitney lifted one leg over my shoulders and settled down on top of my face. I buried my mouth into her the moment we touched, giving her as much enthusiasm as she had given me. Happily I listened to her reactions, wanting to see what my tongue could do if I worked it one way or another. Gone was the shock of everything that had happened, and all I could do was fall into the moment shared by Whitney and I.

Eric seemed to like the view as well. His fingers gripped my hips so tightly I was sure I would see marks the next morning. The clamps tugged on my nipples as the chain was raised. I groaned against Whitney’s clit, her juices slicking my lips. The chain pulled my swollen breasts tighter, until I couldn’t take the pain and shouted out.