Hot in the City 2: Sin City (20 page)

Extracting his slick hard-on from Adrianna, he said to her, “Kneel between the other slave’s knees and take off her panties—slowly.”

Adrianna complied, although Diana found lifting her ass off the chair challenging given her bindings. Still, Adrianna peeled down the leather g-string while Marc stood watching, and when she got the panties to Diana’s knees, he said, “Use your mouth now.”

Without hesitating, Adrianna took the scant leather panties between her teeth and tugged them down over Diana’s boots until they were free.

Adrianna rested on her hands and knees, and Marc told her to stay that way until he knelt behind her and reinserted his cock in her ass. As she groaned her acceptance of the shaft, Diana experienced a crushing disappointment—she’d been so sure he would fuck
her
now.

“Lick Diana’s pussy,” he instructed Adrianna, and Diana sighed with relief. Finally, something for her.

Her hands remained tied, her whole body strapped to the chair, but she eagerly spread her legs up over the arms, inching as close to the edge as her bindings allowed so Adrianna could reach her with ease.

Diana knew her master was watching closely as Adrianna dragged her tongue up Diana’s cunt. After what that poor piece of flesh had endured for the last hour, one lick felt like fireworks exploding in her clit.

She let out a cry of pure pleasure and Marc looked at her. “Do you like that, sex slave?”

“Yes, master, yes.” She wasn’t even thinking about the fact that it was a woman delivering the pleasure—only that it was what she needed.

His next words were directed to Adrianna. “Hold her pussy open as wide as you can so I can see how pink she is.”

Adrianna settled her arms across the fishnet clinging to Diana’s thighs and used her hands to spread Diana’s outer lips. She stretched them so far that Diana moaned—not because it hurt, but because
any
touch on her poor cunt right now signaled pleasure, and because it thrilled her to have the depths of her pink folds so very exposed.

“Now eat her,” Marc instructed, and Adrianna obeyed, delivering a barrage of licks and kisses to Diana’s needy cunt. He fucked Adrianna with pounding strokes and she applied pressure to Diana’s sweet flesh in rhythm with his thrusts. “Ah, yes, slave, eat that pretty pink pussy,” he demanded as he pummeled Adrianna.

Diana soaked it all up. Her bindings continued to keep her from moving a great deal, but she lifted herself against Adrianna’s mouth as much as possible. After a long, lush series of licks, Adrianna fastened her lips over Diana’s clit, then ran her tongue around it, French kissing it. It was one of Diana’s favorite techniques to use on a cock and she was nearly overwhelmed by how incredible it felt on her clit. “Yes, yes, suck it, yes,” she moaned as she felt what was certain to be the greatest release of all time collecting inside her, pulling tight inside her pussy, gathering strength—

“Stop eating her.”

At Marc’s command, Adrianna immediately released Diana’s clit from her mouth.

Diana let out a long, harsh cry of frustration, gritting her teeth as she glared at Marc. “I was just about to come and you knew it!” she exploded.

At that, Marc ceased moving in and out of Adrianna’s ass. Only then, feeling his fierce stare, did she realize what she’d done, remembering she was his slave tonight and not supposed to protest anything.

From the expression on his face—the part she could see, anyway—she knew she’d fucked up. All that was left now was finding out how she was going to pay for it.

“You dare to yell at me, slave?”

Her stomach lurched with added nervousness. “I’m…I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. Forgive me, master.”

But Marc only shook his head. “It’s too late for that, Diana. You’ve been a bad little sex slave and now you’ll have to be punished.”

Chapter Eight

Diana’s heartbeat kicked up with a thrill of fear and rabid curiosity. When she’d agreed to this little game, she’d not realized what she was getting into. She’d not realized how seriously Marc would take it, and she’d certainly never anticipated her own depth of involvement—that she would experience a sense of true submission, that she would call him master and mean it.

Even now, when she begged his forgiveness, she felt true remorse, sorry she’d been so impatient, that she hadn’t been a good slave to him. Now, she had no idea what to expect, no idea what sexual punishment this darker side of her lover might create for her.

She thought of the safe word:
ice-cream man
.

She could say it if she wanted, if whatever he proposed was too much for her.

But she didn’t think she would.

Even in bondage, she thought that whatever Marc wanted her to do, she would be willing.

Marc withdrew his cock from Adrianna and even now—seeing it so slick with her boss’s juices, jutting up from the opening in his leather pants—Diana wanted it. In her mouth, in her cunt, between her breasts, she didn’t care.

But she knew she wasn’t going to get it, because he knew how much she loved his cock and that she’d never consider it punishment. Instead, he walked over to the bag Adrianna had carried into the room and drew something out. When he turned to face them, Diana saw the big strap-on shaft he held.

Her heart nearly stopped, her pussy froze. The flesh-colored dildo was not as big as the black one she’d used on Adrianna, but was still ominously large. It served as the centerpiece for a number of black leather straps that appeared to buckle closed.

Keeping a stern gaze on Diana, he held the apparatus out to Adrianna, who’d stood up next to him. “Put this on and fuck her with it.”

Diana’s heart resumed beating at about triple speed as she watched her boss strap on the sizable rubber phallus. The straps circled Adrianna’s waist and thighs so that the dildo stood erect on her in exactly the same spot as if she were a man. The cock itself appeared longer than Marc’s, and thicker. It looked downright threatening rising above Adrianna’s pussy.

“Do you wish me to fuck her where she is, tied up?”

Marc walked to the bed and retrieved the pillows. “Yes, slave,” he said, placing them on the floor in front of Diana so that Adrianna could kneel on them, bringing her strapped-on dildo to the right height. After that, he settled back in his original chair for a close-up view.

Diana trembled as Adrianna leaned in, pressing the head of the dildo against her cunt. What would this be like? Would the thickness rip her apart? Would the size make her scream in pain?

Ice-cream man.
Should she say it? Should she end the game?

She glanced over at her master, and even as he watched her pussy with anticipation, she remembered—this was Marc, her lover, her friend. He was playing a role tonight, as was she. And he was playing it seriously, but he wouldn’t really hurt her. She knew that.

And as she shifted her eyes to Adrianna’s, which were filled with heat as she slowly drove her pseudo-cock into Diana’s passage, she knew this would be all right.

Even if it hurt.

Because she was his sex slave tonight. His wish was her command.

To her complete surprise, her cunt was so needy that it swallowed the strap-on dick without problems. Certainly the phallus filled her deeply—to a degree which she’d never been filled before—but she was experiencing far more pleasure than pain. Adrianna pushed it in all the way to the hilt, their pussies nearly touching, and the utter fullness made Diana emit a dirty little moan.

“Does that feel good, Miss Marsh?” Adrianna asked in her usual, more refined voice.

“God, yes.”

Adrianna leaned in and gently kissed her lips, then slowly began to fuck her with the strap-on.

“This is my very favorite sex toy, Miss Marsh,” she purred, their lips barely parted as she delivered short but pleasant thrusts. “I love having the ability to fuck a woman.”

Of course she did, Diana thought. Because until Marc did something to change the tempo again, he’d given Adrianna what she cherished most, power. Perhaps Diana had even
understood
that kind of power when she’d wielded the other massive toy inside her boss. But she didn’t mind—in fact, she’d almost missed the powerful side of Adrianna she’d so quickly come to know. As Adrianna’s strokes became longer, more intense, Diana drank it in, enjoying Adrianna’s control over her. She moaned at each stroke of Adrianna’s false cock. This felt much closer to being fucked by a real cock than she’d expected, and seeing Adrianna behind the mighty phallus, with her high, full breasts and her long, voluminous hair, added to Diana’s arousal. The obscene vision struck her senses, once again giving her the impression of being part of something surreal and dreamy. What made it even better was having Marc orchestrate this, and now having him watch.

As Adrianna’s thrusts filled her again and again, drawing groans of pleasure from her throat, Diana studied every nuance and detail of the scene she was a part of. Her eyes focused on Adrianna’s large, lovely breasts held aloft in the bra, then dropped to the tight black straps that held her fucking tool so securely in place over her revealing skintight vinyl undies. She looked down at her own body—her breasts straining against the tight leather strap above them, her rosy nipples, distended and wanting, the snug black corset that made her look and feel like a sex toy, her naked pussy underneath, accepting that big rod jutting from Adrianna’s pelvis over and over again.

As she cried out, pushing against it, her eyes went to Adrianna’s face, taking in the slender woman’s piercing eyes, the pale patrician features contorted with lusty exertion. Then she shifted her gaze to Marc—her master. He sat in the chair next to her, watching with a quiet hunger that somehow leaked through his mask. His tremendous cock remained at full attention between his legs.

His eyes slowly rose to meet hers.

“Oooh,” she cried out at Adrianna’s next thrust.

A slow, wicked smile crept onto his face. “You’re being a good little slave again, letting my other slave put that big cock in you.”

“Thank you, master,” she said just before giving another mewling cry of pleasure.

“Mmm, yes, a good little slave,” he said, beginning to fondle his dick.

He rose from his chair and began to meander slowly around the two women, studying them from different angles, views. As Diana sank deeper into her role, taking more and more pleasure from Adrianna’s fucking, Marc made his way back behind her chair.

Diana nearly died from unexpected pleasure as his strong hands eased down her shoulders, over the leather tie, and onto her breasts. She moaned nonstop as he caressed them, seeming to multiply the sensations echoing through her flesh. He lightly pinched her nipples between his caressing fingers, and she let her eyes fall shut, soaking up any and all sensations that reverberated outward. He’d teased her for so long that now each touch, each thrust, held ten times its normal power.

“Does this feel good, slave girl?”

“Mmm, yes, master.” Her voice was a mere whimper.

He let his hands slide upward, his fingers toying with the strap that bound her to the chair even as he continued delivering light touches to her nipples. “Do you like being tied up?”

She turned her head to look at him. “For you, master.”

He smiled. “That will earn you more rewards, slave.”

“Oh, thank you, master.”

He withdrew his hands, and she sensed him working at the tie that crossed her breasts until it fell away, giving her a freedom that felt strange and unreal. Next he worked at the binding around her wrists until it, too, loosened and slipped off. When she began to pull her arms back around to the front, her shoulders ached, her muscles felt tired and abused—but in a good way. Because she was in such a submissive mindset, she truly didn’t mind experiencing a little pain if it brought him pleasure.

His voice was a hot whisper in her ear. “Can you take more, slave girl?”

“More of what?” Now that her hands were free, she took the opportunity to indulge her urges—she reached up to cup the outer side of Adrianna’s vinyl-surrounded breasts, stroking her thumbs over the lovely nipples.

“More of that big strap-on cock.”

Her hands froze as she looked at him. “How could there be more? She’s fucking me to the hilt with it already.” She cried out as the shaft rammed into her, proving her point.

“Just tell me if you can take more.”

Diana’s body was assailed with a strange, hard pleasure—pleasure she wanted more of. “For you, master, yes. Whatever you like.”

His satisfied little smile reappeared. “Good girl.”

With that, he instructed Adrianna to go lie down on Diana’s bed. When she withdrew her big tool, Diana felt empty.

Marc propped the fluffy pillows up for Adrianna to lay her head on, and with her vinyl bondage-wear and her strap-on, the boss looked deliciously obscene.

Lying next to Adrianna on the bed, Marc lifted a hand, motioning for Diana to stand up. Her legs felt weak upon rising.

“Go into the bathroom,” he instructed her, “and come back with a soapy wash cloth.”

She did as he said and when she returned, he told her, “Now, slave, wash my cock.”

She met his eyes as she stood next to the bed cleaning him, pleased to feel his hardness through the terrycloth. She wrapped the soapy cloth around him and moved it up and down, making him release a light moan as he lay propped on his elbows, watching her toil. She supposed it was because he’d been in Adrianna’s ass and planned to be someplace else soon. She could only hope it was her pussy he had in mind. Maybe he was only teasing her about taking more of the strap-on—maybe he’d only been priming her for his perfect cock.