Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission (28 page)

“There’s one more thing we want you to know before you
decide whether you want to spend the next couple of weeks with us.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s easier to just show you.” Standing, Damon offered her
a hand. She kicked off her shoes, knowing she was too shaken and wobbly to walk
in them, and followed Damon around a towering stack of crates. Trey fell into
step beside her, taking her free hand.

They stopped in front of a collection of bondage furniture,
set up in a corner of the warehouse that had been obviously set up as a bondage
dungeon.

Bondage? This couldn’t be a joke. She had no idea how to
react, what to say. Taken totally by surprise, and nearly numb from the shock,
she just stood there, her gaze wandering from one end of the room to the other.

Most of the furniture was freakish. Ugly. Scary. But the
room itself wasn’t ugly at all. On long lengths of wire strung along the walls
hung swathes of red crimson fabric, from the ceiling to the floor. And the concrete
floor had been covered in a plush red carpet. It was like fluffy cotton balls
under her feet. So soft, impossibly soft. In one corner of the makeshift
dungeon stood an enormous bed with an unusual canopy frame draped in even more
translucent fabric. The lightweight draperies fluttered on a fragrant breeze.

The room was exploding with sensual textures and scents and
colors, drawing her in, beckoning her like a siren’s song, despite the scary
bondage stuff. The ubersoft carpet under her feet. The scent of her favorite
flowers in the air—lilacs. The soft music playing from hidden speakers.

This would be the place where a lifetime of special moments
could be experienced, even if she wasn’t exactly sure what all that bondage
stuff was. All that mattered were Trey and Damon, she reminded herself.

How long had she wondered where they were?

How long had she dreamed that someday she’d find them? Now
that time had come, and it was like a gift from heaven.

Any place Trey and Damon had been with her had always been
heaven. Even the shitty dark corner under the freeway overpass years ago. This
warehouse was a thousand times nicer than that.

“Have you ever been in a dungeon like this?” Trey asked.

“No, never.”

“Do you know what this is?” Damon rested a hand on a piece
of furniture she couldn’t name.

“I have some general idea, but I don’t know the proper names
for anything,” she said, nodding. She pointed at the piece he was touching. “I
was at Sandy’s house once. She has a computer with internet, does lots of
research online. She showed me pictures of stuff like that, a bondage dungeon.”

“Then you know what these items are used for,” Damon said,
sounding relieved. “Does it scare you that we have set up a dungeon?”

“No.” She paused. That wasn’t true. “Maybe.” She sighed and
tried to get a handle on the flurry of emotions pummeling her system. “Okay,
scared might be the wrong word for it. I think I’m feeling more shock.
Surprise. Disbelief. Confusion, even? I never in a million years would’ve
guessed you’d be into this kind of thing… I don’t really know what it
involves.” Unsure what to think, how to act, what to say, she met his gaze.
“Should I be scared? You wouldn’t hurt me.”

He shook his head. “Never. We love you.”

“Then I’m not scared,” she said, trying to convince herself.
“I’m just uncomfortable.” She stepped up to the thing he was touching and ran a
finger down the side. It was wood, polished and smooth, coated with a slick,
glossy finish.

“We’ll go very slow,” Trey promised, his expression sincere.

“Is this really that important to you both?”

They nodded. Damon reached around the back of his neck,
removed the chain she’d noticed earlier and handed it to her. “See the charm?
That symbol is more than just a pretty design. See? It’s like a three-part version
of the ying and yang.” He traced the three lines curving out from the center
with his index finger.” This emblem means something to the people who wear it.
It means we live a certain
lifestyle
. This isn’t a game to us. It isn’t
a hobby. It’s a way of relating to each other, of communicating our feelings.”
He closed her fingers around the necklace, cupping her fist in his. “It’s been
a long time since we’ve seen each other. I understand if you’re having a hard
time trusting us.”

“Oh, I trust you. That’s not the issue. I believe you don’t
want to hurt me.” Turning, she faced them both. “It’s just a lot to
understand.” She opened her hand and stared down at the pretty silver charm.
“This is a lifestyle? Really?” At their nod, she sucked in a deep breath. “Show
me what this is then, what you do here. What you want from me.” Her hands
trembled as she reached around her back and unzipped her skirt. It slid down,
slowly at first as it slipped over her round hips and full thighs. And then it
fell faster, landing in a heap at her feet. She stepped out of it, shivering at
the nuclear-hot blazes she saw in Trey and Damon’s eyes.

Something inside her had changed. Already. She felt kind of
free, as if she’d just been cut loose from some kind of invisible bindings.

A part of her wanted to shock them a little. Or maybe tell
them that she could handle this, whatever it was. Let them know she wasn’t too
delicate or innocent.

It seemed they were getting the message. Both of them
stripped nude and fell upon her like men who hadn’t touched a woman in decades.
They yanked and pulled, stripping the rest of her clothes off within seconds.
They tormented her sizzling skin with soft touches and not-so-soft ones. Kisses
and licks and nibbles.

She stood in the center of a vortex of male caresses and
luscious scents and whirling sensations, her eyes closed, her body igniting one
cell at a time.

So right. So good. So…not enough.

Her knees began to tremble, threatening to give out. She
pulled Trey closer, dug her nails into the velvety skin of his upper back, and
flattened herself against the rigid planes of his chest and stomach. More heat
pounded through her body.

Her head fell back, resting against Damon. His thick rod
singed the soft skin of her buttocks, branding her. Succumbing to instinct, she
rocked her hips back and forth, rubbing at the scorching touch of his cock,
taking the heat inside. Trey’s mouth closed over hers, and he swallowed the
sigh that slipped from her lips.

His tongue teased the seam of her mouth before slipping
inside, filling her with his delicious flavor. She suckled his tongue, eagerly
drinking in his essence. The heat inside cranked up another notch to nearly
blinding. A sharp need, a hunger she’d never known, speared her insides, making
her cry out.

“She’s so fucking hot, Trey,” Damon murmured against her
nape.

Hot and cold, burning up with fever, she shivered and
whimpered. Oh God, it was sexy hearing Damon talk about her like that. His
voice was gritty and raw with erotic hunger.

“I love the way she tastes, smells, feels,” Trey said after
breaking the kiss. He fisted her hair, tugging it to the side, and her head
went with it. He dragged his tongue up the column of her neck and a thick coat
of goose bumps sprang up all over her body.

Damon groaned. “I need to taste her pussy. I’m going to die
if I don’t.”

“The bench.” Trey led her forward by gripping her upper arms
and pulling, taunting her to take one step then another by teasing her mouth
with his. Blindly, obediently, she followed him, stealing kiss after kiss,
until he stopped and shuffled around, taking her with him. “Sit.”

She settled on a padded bench that looked a lot like a
weight bench, her legs extended straight in front of her on the bench. But
instead of supports fastened to either side to hold barbells loaded with heavy
weight plates, there was a single wooden center post fastened to the end of the
bench. A horizontal beam was bolted to the center post and she quickly realized
there were two chains ending in leather cuffs hooked to each end of the beam.

She quivered and burned as Trey enclosed her right wrist in
a cuff. Damon buckled a matching cuff around her left. And then Damon straddled
the bench and her legs, his ruddy, fully erect cock at her eye level. If she’d
been able to reach with her hands, she would have gladly closed her fists
around it and stroked him. Hard and fast. Slow and easy. Any way he wanted.

He stepped back and slipped his hands between her knees,
forcing them apart, and oh God, did it feel sexy having him take command of her
body like this. He wasn’t exactly rough but he wasn’t gentle either. He was
firm and decisive and commanding and totally, overwhelmingly sexy.

She never would have guessed that she would like this kind
of thing. Outside of that brief glimpse of a website, she’d had no idea this
kind of sex existed. That she could let a man tie her up and take charge of her
body, and it would be good. Wonderful. Mind-blowing.

“What do you think of this, Blair? How do you like being
tied and helpless, while I stand over you, free to do whatever I want to you?”

“It’s sexy. Exciting. With you.”

He looked pleased with her response. “I’ve been waiting so
long for this day. I want to tie your legs too. Like this.” He caught her
ankles in his fists and lifted them up and out, until her legs formed a wide
vee in the air. “I want your pussy open to me, so I can eat you. I’m going to
suck that sweet little clit of yours and fuck you with a dildo.”

She was going to die.

“And Trey here’s going to have his turn too. But not until
after I’ve made you come so hard you scream. How’s that sound, sweet thing? Are
you ready?”

She couldn’t speak but she managed a nod.

And then they shackled her ankles and she was open and
vulnerable and struggling to take each breath. Sex with her guys had always
been fun, special, wonderful. Memorable. But never like this—a thrilling,
intoxicating adventure.

Yes, the living had begun, and the special moments were
piling up by the hundreds. And it had only been a short time. Such a short time.

But she knew, even if there were millions of special moments
between now and the time her guys said goodbye, she’d remember every single one
of them. Every detail, right down to the wicked gleam in Damon’s eye.

Surely these moments would hold her over for a lifetime.

“You taste so fucking good, I don’t want to stop,” Damon
murmured between licks. Damn, he’d known this first time would be good. But
this good? Holy fuck! His balls were heavier than concrete and his dick so hard
he had to grit his teeth. He could see that Trey was in the same condition,
hurting all over with desperate need.

All he wanted to do was cram that sweet, wet pussy full of
dick and pound away the ache, but he couldn’t. Not yet.

Soon.

He had to step aside and let Trey have a taste.

Their beautiful, perfect Blair was almost ready. The dildo
he was fucking her tight cunt with was coated with her sweet honey now, and she
was quivering all over, the heady scent of her arousal filling the air.

Standing, he motioned to Trey, letting him take his place.
As they brushed past each other, Trey grabbed his face and kissed him, hard and
hot, his tongue spearing in his mouth. It was a kiss Damon wouldn’t forget, not
for a long time, but he broke it, anxious to get back to Blair.

Trey brushed his mouth over his once more then settled down
to devour Blair’s clit with sexy slurps and licks. The sight of Trey feasting
on Blair was almost enough to make Damon double over with erotic need. His
balls were so tight, it almost felt as if he’d been kicked there. And the blood
pounding through his body was like acid, it burned so hot.

Watching Trey’s perfect mouth work over Blair’s clit, Damon
attacked her tits, kneading the soft flesh, suckling her hard little nipples.
He wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it slow, soft swipes.

Damon groaned.

In the years since he’d seen her, Blair had matured from a
cute, thin and fragile teenager into a lush and beautiful woman. Her body, with
all its feminine curves, was pure perfection. Round hips and ass. Full tits.
Smooth stomach. And her legs…damn.

He wouldn’t last long. It was going to be hell holding back.

What felt like eons later, Trey stood, licking lips gleaming
from Blair’s juices. One hand was fisted around his cock, gliding up to the tip
and then back to the base. In the other, he held the dildo.

“I want her,” Trey murmured, dropping the toy on the floor.
“I want her bad.”

Damon nodded. “Soon.”

Blair moaned. “Please, I can’t take any more. Let me come.”

Damon rolled on a rubber and positioned his hips, driving
into her tight channel. She took him hard and fast, whimpering and moaning and
begging for more. Her legs tightened as she trembled and writhed her way to a
hard, fast climax. Her fingers curled around the chains securing her arms.
“Damon!”

Goddamn, she was going to make him come too early.

He moistened a fingertip and stroked her hard little clit
while simultaneously slowing his thrusts, deepening them.

Her pussy clamped hard around his cock, and a heartbeat
later she shouted, “Oh yes!” Her channel milked his dick with smooth, swift
contractions.

Trey came up behind him, slid his flattened hands around his
sides and pinched his nipples. The pleasure-pain sent him over the edge. His
cum seared up his cock and then burst from the tip, hard and fast. He quickened
his pace, driven by the urgent need to pound every drop from his body. He bent
over and kissed his sweet Blair, letting his lips and tongue tell her what
words could not. And then, before his cock softened, he pulled out and removed
the rubber.

It was an awesome sight, watching Trey bring their sweet
Blair to the quivering cusp of orgasm again. Trey’s body moved with the sleek
grace of a panther, muscles rippling and bulging. Skin smooth and suntanned and
beautiful. And Blair’s body was the perfect complement, soft and warm and
feminine.

He straddled the end of the bench and leaned into Trey’s
back, absorbing the blistering heat coming off his body. He let his hands
explore every hard-muscled inch of flesh he could reach—shoulders, arms, chest,
stomach, buttocks. He moistened a finger with some lube and teased Trey’s ass,
running his slickened fingertip ’round and ’round his anus.

Close, Trey was close. And little Blair was trembling, her
swollen labia slick with her juices, nipples pointed. Damn, did they look hot.
Hot but also as lost in their desperate need as he had been.

He pushed his finger into Trey’s ass, working past the
slight resistance. Then he added a second finger and Trey let out a low growl
as he found his release. His anus tightened around Damon’s fingers, locking
them inside. Damon flattened himself against Trey, stroking him intimately,
caressing him through the full length of his climax, refusing to stop until
Trey withdrew from Blair’s body. He kissed Trey’s neck, nipped his earlobe and
then stood.

“Our sweet Blair,” Damon murmured as he walked around to the
front of the bench. He kissed her tenderly, released her arms and legs and sat,
pulling her onto his lap.

She wept, her tears burning his skin.

“Oh sweetheart. We’re here, and we love you, baby. We’re
yours. We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m just…overwhelmed. There’s so
much I don’t know. About you. About this…”

Once Trey was done disposing of his condom, he sat opposite
Damon, spreading his legs to inch as close as possible to them both and
wrapping his arms around them.

Damon met Trey’s gaze. They shared a look that said more
than he could ever hope to utter. He palmed Blair’s lovely face and kissed her
eyelids, the tip of her nose, her cheeks and forehead. “Come back again
tomorrow. And the next day, and the next. We need you.”

She nodded, her eyes teary and red. “I need you too. Both of
you. Nothing could keep me away.”

* * * * *

Blair hadn’t thought it was possible, but she was more
nervous before the second night than she had been the first.

Last night had been so much more than she ever would have
dreamed. It had been exciting, a little scary, thrilling, erotic and both
incredibly wonderful and sad at the same time. After they’d had sex, she’d
cried. Literally. Those salty droplets had been tears of both joy and sadness.
Confusion and understanding. Relief and restoration, as well as deep sorrow.

In a way, she felt like Damon and Trey were still a part of
her, as if no time at all had passed. But in another, they were strangers.

Like seeing them touch each other last night. While she’d be
the first to admit their sexual behavior might not have been typical for kids
their age, they hadn’t gone that far years ago. But now, it seemed, the guys
were lovers. They were gay. Or rather, bisexual. And into bondage.

Who were Damon and Trey? How had those years changed them?
She ached to know what other secrets they would reveal.

Two weeks wasn’t enough time.

In her car, parked outside the warehouse, she checked her
makeup in the mirror one last time before cutting off the engine. Her hands
shook as she dug for her lipstick in her purse. Lost somewhere. She gave up,
deciding she’d make a big mess if she tried adding a little more anyway. Her
hands were shaking too much. Her stomach churned as she pushed open her car
door. It had been a bad idea eating but she didn’t want to be starving tonight.
Since they were meeting later, to accommodate her work schedule, she assumed
there’d be no dinner tonight.

Squinting at the low-lying sun sinking into the western
horizon, she hurried across the parking lot. Like yesterday, the reception area
was dark and quiet. She went straight to the back and through the rear door,
into the warehouse.

She stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, dressed in an absolutely stunning red gown,
stood herself. Or rather, a spooky, semi-translucent version of herself.

The other self met her gaze squarely, smiled softly and
silently motioned for her to follow her—it—whatever.

How freaking bizarre.

Would she ever get used to the idea of her guys being
illusionists?

This time a black curtain cut the warehouse into two
sections. The spooky faux her stopped in front of the curtain, pressed a fingertip
to her lips and mouthed, “Wait.” And then with a flare of red light, she
vanished, leaving a red box about half the size of a shoebox sitting on the
floor.

Sure it was yet another gift from her thoughtful, if not
over-generous, duo of magicians, she scooped up the box and lifted the lid.

Inside she found an ornate picture frame made out of heavy
metal and red crystals. It was breathtaking, like no picture frame she’d ever
seen. A narrow band of black metal rimmed a picture of her guys in the center.
And then outside, dozens of red crystals formed an intricate pattern of leaves
and flowers. She smiled as she traced the line of Damon’s jaw in the
photograph.

“Do you like your gift?” Trey asked, appearing out of
nowhere.

“I love it. Although I was a little freaked out by the
delivery girl.” Smiling, she lifted up on tiptoes to give him a thank-you kiss.
He swept an arm around her waist and crushed her against him. “Oh God,” she
murmured into his mouth as he slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss.

Someone gently tugged the frame from her hand and in the
next moment, she found herself staggering and shaky, smooshed between two
hulking male bodies. Hot. Burning up. A spicy male tongue exploring her mouth.
Strong hands exploring her body.

“Do you know who that delivery girl is?” Damon whispered in
her ear. A soft puff of breath tickled her neck, making her shiver.

Her eyelids fluttered then closed, shutting her into her
secret world of warmth and wanting and sensation. “Sure, it was me.”

“Yes and no,” Trey said against her mouth.

“I don’t understand.” She felt air brushing over her bare
arms, as if she was moving, but the ground beneath her feet was solid and
still.

“You will. Soon.”

She was drifting backward, falling. She opened her eyes, stiffening.

Trey smiled. “Trust us.”

She glanced around. They were in the dungeon again. How had
they done that?

“Play with us. Let us possess you like we did last night.”
Holding a set of leather cuffs, Damon looked at her with fire in his eyes. The
heat in his gaze ignited a smoldering blaze in her blood.

“Yes.” She eagerly offered him her wrists, watching
breathless and giddy as he fastened the cuffs around them. Then she followed
him to a table the size of a large formal dining table, at least eight feet
long and four feet wide, and looked up. There, hanging a few feet above the
table’s top, was a bar suspended from the ceiling. And attached to that bar
were four chains, two shorter ones and two longer ones.

Just the thought of these guys tying her up again, fucking
her until she thought she’d pass out, made her shudder. Her heart slammed
against her breastbone, and her lungs refused to draw in air.

Trey lifted her onto the table. “Lie down, Blair. Let us
take command of your body. Play our games of domination and submission with us.
Discover the secret pleasure in submitting to us.”

“I want to know,” she whispered, slowly lying back. “Show
me.”

At her feet, Damon caressed her calf. “Did you know you were
submissive before last night, Blair?”

“No.”

He nodded then leapt up onto the table, straddling her
waist. “You never fantasized about being tied up?”

“Not exactly.”

“What does that mean?” Trey asked as he too levered himself
up onto the table. His feet were planted on either side of her head, so when
she looked straight up, she had a nice view of the thick bulge in his pants.
“Tell us.”

“Do you remember those games we used to play when we were
kids, you know, where I was the princess, and you were the pirates or Native
Americans or dark, dangerous renegade princes? You captured me and held me
captive.”

“Then we will be your dark, dangerous renegade princes
again.” Trey moved back, squatting over her abdomen. His dark eyes glittered
with sensual hunger, desperate wanting. “And you are our captive. We will not
stop tormenting you until we’ve conquered you, until you’re breathless and
begging for mercy.”

A game? She’d never thought to try playing games during sex.
Maybe if she had, she would have been able to let go of the guilt from her past
and allow herself to have sex before last night.

Fifteen years was a long time to be abstinent.

“Strip,” Damon demanded, giving her a yummy glare.

“Oh God,” she whispered. It wouldn’t take much to convince
these two that she was a petrified princess. She was already a ball of jumpy
nerves, despite the simmering heat coursing through her veins.

Clumsy from the excitement, she fiddled with the buttons on
her dress. What had made her think it was a good idea wearing a garment with a
bazillion buttons tonight?

Standing, Trey snatched up one of her wrists and pulled
until she was sitting upright. He didn’t hurt her but he wasn’t exactly gentle
either. “What’s taking so long?”

Whew, Trey played one convincing dark and dangerous prince.

“I-I’m trying.”

Trey glowered. “Try harder. Or you’ll be punished.”

A chill burned up her spine. Not sure whether she wanted to
be “punished” or not, she started working the buttons faster, concentrating on
the first few, knowing if she got those, she could simply yank the dress over
her head.

Trey’s glower grew darker.

She whimpered, gave up and just grabbed the bottom of the
dress and pulled, hoping the two buttons she’d managed to unfasten would be
enough. It was a struggle, but the dress came off, and the expression she found
on Trey’s face once her vision was unblocked by yards of black material was
much friendlier. In fact, it was beyond friendly.

It took little effort to get rid of her bra. Her panties,
however, were another matter, thanks to Damon standing straddled over her legs.
She had to kind of wriggle her way out of them.