Just One Night (6 page)

“Are you ready to talk about your orgasms,
my little brat?” Grinning wildly at her, Chris grabbed a bottle of
water off of the nightstand, passing it to her. Taking the sweating
bottle from him, she twisted the cap off, tipping it back to her
parched lips. She took a long hard pull, nearly finishing the
bottle. Chris reached over, plucked the bottle from her hands,
finishing the remainder in a long gulp. Making an appreciative
‘
Ahhh’
sound, Chris crushed the
plastic bottle, tossing it on the floor. Sara rolled her eyes at
his feeble attempt at humor.

Continuing to watch each other, waiting for
someone to make a move, the battle of wills continued. Realizing
that Chris was testing her, Sara decided that she was ready to make
the first move. Stepping back, she spread her legs shoulder width
apart, slowly raised her arms behind her head, laced her fingers
together and jutted her breasts out.

“I guess this means you don’t want to talk?”
Chris voice seemed hoarse as he spoke. Not wanting to meet his
eyes, Sara continued to look at the floor. Chris made a low, sexy
laugh that made her skin tingle. Not able to help herself, Sara
closed her eyes tightly, and licked her lips at the sound.

Chris breached the distance between them in
one easy step, grabbed Sara around the waist and hauled her into
his body, making sure there was no space left in between them. His
mouth rained down on hers in an instant, his tongue was pressed
against her lips, begging for access. When Sara parted her lips,
his fervent tongue danced with hers, twirling a tango together in
her mouth. No man had ever kissed her like this before. It was as
if he was trying to wrestle her for control of every inch of her
mouth, promising to win by force if necessary. He pulled back,
grasped her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. The groan
that escaped her lips was so wanton, it sounded foreign to her
ears.

Chris pulled back from their embrace, rested
his forehead against hers, “So fucking sexy.”

The words were like throwing gasoline on
Sara’s already burning fire. Moving her hands down towards his
belt, Sara wanted to finish removing what was left of his
clothes.

Chris quickly grabbed her wrists. “No, not
until I say you can take my clothes off, little one. Now, I rudely
interrupted you when you were trying to present yourself to me.”
Chris backed himself towards the bed, relaxing back into the
mattress, “Please continue.”

Sara spread her legs again, lacing her
fingers behind her head. Sara heard a quiet voice coming from
behind her, “I prefer subs on their knees, Sara.”

Sara whipped around, trying to find the
mystery voice. Stumbling backward towards the bed, she tripped on
the rug in front of the bed, falling into Chris’ arms.

“Jesus Christ, Dominic. You didn’t need to
scare her like that.” Chris held her tight to his body as she tried
to focus on the dark shadow.

Sara didn’t have to wonder long who the
voice belonged to as the shadow started moving towards her. The dim
light from the bedroom cast a light on the stranger’s face, bathing
the familiar face in a halo like glow. Sara thought her heart would
beat right out of her chest, realizing that she knew that voice all
too well.

Trying to cover herself with what was left
of the bed sheets, Sara huffed out, “Mr. Pearce, what are you doing
here?”

Quickly making his way over to her, Mr.
Pearce pulled Sara out of Chris’ lap. Lifting her up like a doll,
he righted her, and then engulfed her hands in his. Chris rose from
the bed, snaking his arm protectively around her waist. “Dominic
lives on the second floor of this building. I asked him to come
down and help me with your education. We are members of the same
kink club here in Denver. He can be here as an educator, a partner,
an observer, or he can leave all together. You choose, baby.” Chris
planted a kiss on her shoulder.

Mr. Pearce’s face softened as he ran his
fingertips down Sara’s cheek. “If you want me to leave, I will,
Sara. I truly didn’t mean to scare you,” tipping her chin up,
forcing her to look into his eyes. “You’re safe with me, young
lady. Chris and I will not make you do anything that you don’t
want. Remember, you have a safeword, but if you are more
comfortable with only Chris, though, then I can leave.”

“No,” Sara practically screamed as he began
to turn around. “This is a lot for me to take in, but I am not
opposed to you being here. I just don’t know if I could handle you
both at the same time.” Sara instinctively looked down at the
floor, feeling the burn of tears in her eyes.

“Oh no, baby, don’t worry about that,” Chris
calmed her. “Dominic isn’t here for all three of us to do a menage
together. There is no way in hell that you are ready for that.
Besides neither one of is bi-sexual, so don’t think that is why he
is here either. He is an educator, if you will. You are the most
responsive submissive that I have ever worked with. But, I have a
feeling that you are not going to make a habit out of being
someone’s submissive and that this is a one night deal for you. I
thought I could make the most of it, really show you what it is
like to completely submit to someone. Dominic can certainly help
you to give that total release of control.” Chris ran his finger up
and down her arm as he spoke.

Sara’s courage continued to ebb away as she
remained planted in that spot. Her mind raced with the possible
clusterfuck that this could cause her life.
Sleep with a professor? Oh shit, she could get thrown out of
school! Mr. Pearce could lose his job. God, what would her family
think? Did she care what they thought? Hell no.
She
needed this. Chris had done things to her body that made her
shudder with anticipation. She had to finish what she started.
Chris was right, she wasn’t interested in pursuing this lifestyle
outside of this one night. There weren’t any kink clubs back in
Wisconsin where she could just pick up a new Dom to paddle her ass
when she got the urge. She needed to go balls to the wall now.
I’m all in, I’m all in, I’m all
in.

L
eaning over, Sara gave
Chris a light peck on the cheek. She pulled from his embrace,
walked past both men, and knelt on the floor facing them. Awaiting
instructions, she tried to calm her breathing as best she could.
How long would they make her wait
there?

After what seemed like an eternity, Mr.
Pearce stepped forward, edging closer to her. “When you present
yourself kneeling young lady, you do so with your knees spread
apart so that I can see your pussy. I prefer your hands palm up on
your thighs, but I think that Chris prefers hands laced behind your
head.”

“You’re in the lead now, Dominic.” Chris
leaned back against the headboard, “I’ll observe.” He reached over
to another water bottle on the nightstand, finishing what was left.
Sara watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he drank, his
abdominal muscles contracting with the motion. He made drinking
water look hot.

Sara pulled her gaze from Chris’ lithe form
to the equally hot man standing next to her. Mr. Pearce was dressed
in just linen pants. He was seriously gorgeous with his bare chest
and feet. Sara didn’t realize how sexy bare feet were until she had
these two sizzling men, waiting for her to give herself over. That
was what she fully intended to do, give everything to them both.
Right now. No holds barred.

Sara slid her knees apart, feeling the cool
air of the room reach her pussy. A moan was on the verge of
escaping her lips at the sensation. She placed her hands palm up on
her upper thighs, waiting for Mr. Pearce to make his next move.

“That is one sexy submissive.” Mr. Pearce
knelt down beside her. Lifting her body up off of her heels, he
pulled forward until she slipped onto his lap.

“Chris, could you please lay a blanket down
across the floor? This floor is cold and I want her body as warm as
possible. There is more room down here than up on the bed.” Chris
quickly fluffed out the comforter that had been strewn on the other
side of the bed. Once he was certain the blanket was stretched out
enough, he rocked back up to his feet and walked back over to the
bed. He sank into the mattress again, propping his head up with his
arm.

Mr. Pearce laid Sara out on the blanket,
moving over so that he was on her other side.

“I want Chris to be able to see what I am
going to do to you, young lady.”

Mr. Pearce lay down next to her, staying eye
level with her breasts. Propping his head up with his right arm, he
reached his long arms and fingers towards her feet. Sara clutched
her hands together on her belly, bracing for his touch.

“Relax, baby. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Mr. Pearce leaned over, kissing her hands.

Sara released the tension in her arms,
setting her hands down by her sides. Mr. Pearce resumed his path
towards her feet with his fingers. He gently touched her ankle with
his fingertips, tracing a line up her shin, over her knee, past her
thigh, making a curve around her belly button and going back down
the other leg. Groaning, Sara arched her back, trying to direct him
towards where she wanted his fingers to go. She couldn’t help but
slide her feet up and down on the silky blanket, writhing beneath
his touch. She needed stimulation, pressure,
anything
in between her thighs to take away the
growing ache inside.

Mr. Pearce stood up, walked to the front
door of the loft and grabbed a large duffel bag. Padding back over
to Sara, he set the bag down. He pulled out a long black rod that
had four sets of straps on it. There were two on the ends of the
rod and two closer towards the middle.

“This is called a spreader bar, Sara. I am
going to restrain your legs so that you can not move them.” Mr.
Pearce knelt down on the floor next to her on the floor.

Sara’s body shook at the thought of being
restrained. Helpless. Out of control. Not only that, but two men
who were practically strangers would be able to do unspeakable
things to her body. Chris no longer scared her, in fact, she was
quite charmed with his soft heart, quick mind and dominant
personality. Mr. Pearce completely intimidated her, yet she was
letting him restrain her, giving up all control. The tremors
continued as he fastened her ankles onto the bar.

Mr. Pearce’s voice was low as he spoke to
Chris, “She is scared. I can feel her shaking. Let’s get her up on
the bed and try this again with you holding her.” Using the same
low voice, Mr. Pearce calmed Sara’s fears, “You’re safe, young
lady, breathe for me.”

Sara felt the warmth flow back into her body
at his words. Chris got off the bed, knelt down next to her.
Placing his hands on her cheeks, he pulled her face towards him.
“Is that what you want, baby? You don’t have to be scared of
Dominic, but do you want me to participate, too?”

“Yes, I would prefer to be able to feel your
hands on me, too, Sir.” Sara choked on her sobs, as the tears fell
down her cheeks.

Chris wiped away the tears, leaning over to
softly kiss her lips. “I am honored that you feel so safe with me,
little one,” leaving a soft kiss on her forehead, “you are so
perfect.” He lifted her off the floor, and settled her down in the
middle of the bed. Stretching out along side, he shuffled as close
to her as possible, infusing her with his body heat.

Mr. Pearce finished strapping her ankles
into the restraints, looking down on her with a satisfied grin.
There was no mistaking the sound that Sara heard when he started
pulling things out of his duffel bag.
Chains.

“This will work better anyway, Chris.” Mr.
Pearce fastened the spreader bar to the footboard. “Now I can
completely restrain her legs so that she can not move them at
all.”

Sara felt her body tense up at the words.
Sensing her discomfort, Chris pulled her face back over to look at
him.

“It’s ok, baby. He doesn’t want you to move
so that you can absorb all the sensations. It makes them more
intense.”

“Yes, Sir,” was the only reply she had.

S
ara was in her own world
of ecstasy. The anticipation of what was going to happen next made
her giddy.
What am I doing with two
men?
Sara thought as she lay spread eagle on the bed
with her ankles chained down.
About to get my
world rocked, that’s what.

Dominic moved to the opposite side of the
bed, tipping his head at Chris as he pointed towards Sara’s hands.
Grasping both of her wrists in one hand, Chris pinned them above
her head on the mattress. Sara tried to keep her breathing steady
as fear began to take hold of her determination. Panic flooded her
system as the feeling of helplessness came crashing in on her. Sara
struggled against the restraints and Chris’ grip. Realizing the
only part of her body she could move was her hips, she started to
pull and flail frantically.

“Look at me, Sara.” Chris’ words were blunt,
making her tense up even further.

Sara turned to look at him. Chris conveyed
so many of his emotions in his eyes, but this time Sara could only
see her reflection in his dark irises. She couldn’t tell what he
was feeling at all. That scared her more than the restraints.

“Chris, Sir, I can’t do this.” Sara cried
out as fear finally took over her body. Sara was shaking so badly,
it was as though she were naked in a frozen tundra. She could feel
the tears sliding down her cheeks, sobs clutching her chest.

“Do you want to safeword Sara?” The bed
dipped when Mr. Pearce sat next to her, pulling her attention to
him.

“I don’t know. I feel so exposed. Even
vulnerable. I am afraid that you are going to hurt me.” Sara
continued to shake.