Sophie's Menage (6 page)

Who was afraid? She was creaming.

“Your males wish for you to be bound when they arrive. So I’ll just secure you. If you can just step beneath these restraints and we can begin.”

“You certainly do seem to enjoy your job here,” Sophie chuckled as she walked to where the ropes hung from the ceiling.

Rachel’s smile widened but she said nothing.

“Do I need to undress?” Sophie asked.

“Nope. Just remove your shoes. You don’t need to worry about cold feet because the floor is heated.”

Rachel was right. The floor felt toasty warm beneath her feet as she slipped off her shoes. She was grateful too at not having to undress in front of Rachel. It would also be a relief to not be completely naked in front of two strange men. At least not until she was fully aroused. At that point she didn’t really care who saw her. When a man spanked her properly, she flew so high she couldn’t think straight. That’s how she hoped it would be tonight. She wanted to sink into the bliss and have many fantastic releases.

“Lift your arm, please,” Rachel instructed in such a professional voice that for a moment she forgot Rachel actually worked for her too.

Sophie did as she was told and moments later both her arms were upstretched. Her wrist and ankle cuffs were secured via hook clips to the velvety pink ropes. She couldn’t escape, even if she wanted to.

“Have fun, Sophie.” Rachel whispered and then she hurried out of the room.

The silence that followed gave her the opportunity to focus on steadying her breaths as the reality of the situation truly hit home. She was starting anew. Getting back in the saddle, so to speak.

The funny thing was this was exactly how she’d first met Eric and Steve at the Club. Except back then she’d picked a key from Jaxie’s traditional top hat. That key had opened a door to a gorgeous white frilly room where she’d been tied in much a similar way. Back then she’d been blindfolded. She wasn’t now.

Sophie froze as a sudden wicked idea snapped through her. What if…Steve and Eric had won her?

Chapter Four

Sophie shook her head at that thought. No, they were over. She was wishful thinking again. Steve and Eric would never bid on her at the auction. If she’d been with them, they would have forbade her even entering one. She’d belonged to them exclusively, and she’d loved their territorial jealousy.

Besides, Jaxie had assured Claire and Marley their names were not even on the list. The guys had looked too surprised when she’d strolled out onto the dance floor. They hadn’t been expecting her to be on the auction block.

She sighed a breath of relief…or maybe it was disappointment? Wouldn’t it have been exciting if they
had
bid on her and won?

She tensed as a noise came at the door. Someone was coming. It had to be the men. Oh, why hadn’t she insisted on a blindfold? Having eye contact with two complete strangers while she was tied like this was unnerving. From here she couldn’t see who had entered, but she listened as they whispered in very low tones.

Movement at the corner of the hallway made her breath hitch. Two tall figures clad in dark burgundy terrycloth robes stepped into her view. All her nervousness collapsed.

Oh no
!

“Hey, Spanky. You look hot in that dress,” Eric said her nickname in a deep drawl that sent sweet tingles zipping up her spine.

“I bet even hotter out of it,” Steve whispered.

Both men came to stand in front of her. They towered over her. Gosh, she’d forgotten how tall they truly were. Their dominant scents of soap and aftershave and their own unique smells wrapped tightly around her, invoking a naughty burn of need.

“Why?” It was the only word she could think of to say.

“Why did we bid on you? Or why did we come back?” Steve asked as he reached out and softly caressed the back of his hand against the right side of her cheek. His knuckles were rough and calloused but his touch was extremely gentle.

“Both,” her voice sounded so erotically breathless. Her legs weakened as he continued to stroke her.

“We wanted to see you again,” Eric replied matter of factly.

He moved behind her and a hot smack against her ass made her swear at the scorching impact. Another carefully placed slap gave her the erotic burn she craved. Gosh, that pain felt good.

“You couldn’t just ask me out?” she gasped.

“And risk you saying no?” Eric growled as he strolled in front of her again. The muscles in his cheeks flexed with anger.

“Especially after the reception we got at your salon?” Steve added. His gaze was dark and brooding as if he’d been the one wronged.

“You’re damn right I would have said no. Now let me out of these restraints. I want no part of this insanity!”

“What an angry woman you are,” Eric said. “Angry over what? We’re the ones who had to watch you as you paraded yourself in front of all those men. You know how jealous that makes us. You know we’ll spank you harder, and that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He walked behind her again.

Another carefully placed smack to her left ass cheek with his broad palm had her yelping from the sweet burn. It quickly turned to need. She wanted more.

“She likes her ass smacked, don’t you, Spanky?” Steve growled. Fury laced his voice and he curled his fingers around her chin. He held her tightly yet tenderly at the same time.

“You didn’t think that you would get away with such a crass homecoming reception for us, did you? At least not without getting some form of suitable punishment,” he said.

Behind her the grumble of a rollaway cart erupted. Eric had to be pulling it closer to her. She whimpered as Steve lowered his head. His eyes were heavy lidded and lust shone brightly. His lips parted and then his eyes closed. Sweet panic bit into her.

Oh my gosh, he was going to kiss her. One kiss from him and her self-control would be destroyed. She just knew it. When they were through with her, she’d have to nurse her broken heart all over again and…

The instant his warm lips melted over hers all thoughts vanished and her instincts were reborn. Electric need sizzled and she shuddered as pleasure enveloped her. She pulled against her restraints wanting to wrap her arms around his neck and to sink into the kiss, but she couldn’t move. Instead she got onto her tippy toes for better access to his mouth. He kissed her firmly and deeply. The kiss was different than any other she’d experienced with him before. It was more intense and determined and she loved it.

Eric chose that moment to paddle her ass and she yelped against Steve’s mouth. Searing pain blossomed across her butt cheeks. It was quickly followed by incredible heat and the pleasure burn she loved.

Steve released his grip on her chin. A second later his palms splayed against her waist. He held firm and she was pulled into masculine hardness as he pushed his body against hers. She gulped at the immense erection pressing against her belly.

His kiss strengthened. His tongue forged into her mouth with such dominance it unleashed a storm of wicked sensations inside her.

Oh! He tasted fantastic. Bold, daring, dark and demanding. Her toes tingled as his tongue possessed every inch of the inside of her mouth. Their tongues dueled in an erotic dance until she grew heady and her breathing became rough and fast.

Damn him, he’d always been an addiction to her. This time was no different. She was helpless against the pleasure bursting on her lips and in her mouth.

Eric smacked her butt cheeks again and erotic pain blistered across her ass. She moaned at the unbelievable heat and hungrily kissed Steve. More slaps rained on her tender flesh. Pain. Heat. Excitement.

She creamed warmly.

“Blushing beautifully,” Eric growled.

Bastard
.

She became vaguely aware of fingers pulling down the bodice of her dress. The material snuggled beneath her breasts, lifting them, just as it was designed to do. Steve continued to kiss her with dominant pressure.

His robe rubbed erotically against her sensitive nipples, causing a maddening friction. She pulled on her restraints, needing more stimulation. She’d been starving for this kind of attention for so long she couldn’t even think straight.

Fire exploded against her ass as the paddle smacked and slapped. She jerked against her binds. Perspiration beaded across her forehead and her neck. She ached for Steve to slide his cock into her vagina. To have Eric thrust his shaft deep into her ass. But they didn’t do what she craved.

They continued tormenting her with hot kisses and sharp slaps until she could no longer stand the exquisite pleasure. Desperation made her break the kiss.

“Stop…playing…with me,” she gasped.

She forced herself to open her eyes. She should have kept them closed. Steve stared at her with raw lust gleaming on his face. His lips were red from their intense kisses and his gaze heated with sexual need.

“You want relief, Spanky?” he growled. Laughter tinged his gaze. He knew she was desperate and he was enjoying her predicament.

Damn them!

Eric stopped paddling her ass and cupped her fiery ass cheeks with his hot palms. He squeezed gently. The pressure was exquisite.

“What do you want from us, baby?” Eric growled.

“Relief!” she snapped.

“Oh, you’ll get it…in our sweet time,” Steve said. His eyes were blazing now and she knew he was serious.

“No…please...” Oh, she was beyond begging now.

He nodded to Eric. “Pass me the electric swatter.”

Goodness
!
An electric swatter
. She’d heard of them, but she’d never experienced one.

She keened when she saw what looked like a tennis racket being passed to Steve.

“This should be a suitable punishment that I’m sure you’ll enjoy,” Steve said. He pressed a button on the black handle and a soft hum filtered into the air.

Nervousness and excitement fought inside her as she warily eyed the swatter.

“Brace yourself, Spanky,” Steve said.

She tensed as he swung the racket at her right breast. The strings zapped sweetly against her nipple electrifying her flesh. Instinctively she convulsed. The sharp sting was magnificent. Steve swung the racket again, this time swatting her left breast. Pain arrowed into her flesh. Erotic pleasure followed.

She moaned despite not wanting to. The last thing she wanted was to show them how much she enjoyed this toy.

She gazed down at her breasts. They were blushing pink. Her nipples were beaded and hard and aching deliciously.

“Keep her going, I’ll prepare her ass,” Eric growled and uncupped her ass cheeks.

Sophie blew out a tense breath as Steve continued swatting her breasts unleashing a barrage of carnal sensations. When she heard the slurp of lube from behind her, she couldn’t stop herself from keening with anticipation.

“Your ass is blushing so beautifully,” Eric said. She inhaled as a lubed finger prodded at her sphincter. The tight ring of muscles protested and then allowed entry. Spectacular pressure followed as he stretched her. He spread the lube gently with sensual strokes, then withdrew his finger.

Steve swung the racket again. The impact against her nipple thrilled her and she jerked against her binds. Steve stopped and Eric slipped more cool lube into her ass. Then he withdrew his fingers and gave her a hearty yet sharp slap across her butt cheeks. The burn from his palm was beautiful and she creamed.

“The need for us to fuck you is growing. I can read the intensity in your eyes,” Steve whispered. He swung the racket several more times until she was writhing against the restraints and her breast’s nerve endings were on fire with arousal.

Suddenly he dropped the racket and it clattered to the floor. His eyes darkened with intent.

Without warning he slid a couple of fingers over her engorged clit. She gasped and cried out as he kneaded sensitive nerves. Eric slapped her ass. The fiery sting turned to flames that washed over her in sensual waves.

Her body tightened. She ached. She burned. Her hands clenched into fists. She jerked as the climax spiralled out of nowhere and consumed her within a whirlwind of shivers and convulsions.

As Steve rubbed her clit and Eric smacked her behind. She went mad within a frenzy and sensations rained over like a kaleidoscope. Nerve endings sizzled. She writhed and shuddered and gyrated her hips.

Steve slipped three fingers into her sopping pussy. He gathered juices, withdrew, furiously massaged her aching clit and then pumped his fingers into her again. Behind her, Eric spanked her over and over again.

The driving pleasure and wicked pain intermingled, blossomed and made love to her senses and to her body. Yes! This is what she wanted. This is what she craved.

But she knew the price may be too heavy to bear…when they left her again.

*

Eric loved her guttural cries as she came. It was music to his hears. He’d been waiting so long to hear her pleasure again. Too damned long. Heat sizzled against his palms as he kept spanking her and excitement roared through him as she cried out over and over again.

She was hung on an agonizing rack of pleasure and he knew this is what she loved. She twisted and gasped against her restraints as Steve finger fucked her. Her body jerked with every slap to her cute ass cheeks. Her thighs trembled as she fought to stay standing and perspiration dampened her back.

Oh yeah, this is the way he loved having her. Wrapped inside her pleasure and at their mercy. His cock was so engorged and hard and thick like a spike. It would only be a matter of time before he took her fast and hard.

*

Impatience raged through Steve as he manipulated Sophie into staying within her orgasm for as long as possible. He kept pressure and friction on her clit, dipping in and out of her clenching vagina to collect her warm cream and using it for lube. He enjoyed the erotic way she whipped her head back and forth as she cried out. Her eyes were scrunched tightly and her lips were parted as she panted and gasped.

She was lost in her own little world of pleasure and he was anxious to join her. His shaft throbbed and his balls were pulled up so tight and swollen he needed release in a heck of a bad way. But first they needed to tease her just a little bit more.