Page 137 of Pandora's Pleasure
Damien pulled me over to a long chain that hung from the ceiling. Raising my hands up in a gesture of consent, I watched as he took my wrists and clipped them into two metal cuffs, securing me with my arms above my head and my heels barely touching the floor.
Exhilaration mingled with the addictive thrill of exploitation. In Damien’s eyes flashed dominance and desire, his need to see me vulnerable obvious from the way he mastered me.
“No,” I said, playing along with his fetish.
He paused, assessing my reaction.
“How dare you!” I scolded him. “Do you know who I am?”
His breathing became rapid and his pupils dilated, that familiar supremacy ruling our scene.
“Fuck me hard,” I bit out. “Because you’ll never have me again after this.”
“Jesus.” He went for my jaw, clenching it tight.
A spark of arousal lit up like fireworks between us, our chemistry bubbling like a delicious poison both of us craved. His fingers reached behind my neck and unfastened my dress, dragging the top down to expose my breasts, causing my nipples to bead. Firm fingers worked around the pebbles of arousal as my eyes flittered across the room to the submissive.
Her master’s left hand had parted her labia and he was tapping her clit with a whip. Gentle and seductive, as his sub’s half-lidded gaze hinted she’d tranced out.
“You like that?” asked Damien.
My focus returned to him. “Oh, yes.”
He tugged at my dress until it shimmied over my hips and I stepped out of it. Then he knelt before me to slide my thong off until I, too, was as naked as that submissive, other than my high heels, which brought me a little closer to Damien’s height.
The risk that someone could walk in at any second felt divine—the sense I was someone else…someone afraid of nothing.
The scene on the opposite side of the room continued as though we weren’t here, other than an occasional glance I swapped with my counterpart, staring through our masks at each other—both of us being controlled and cajoled by our masters, teased and flicked, and licked and suckled, with our sighs intermingling and whispers resonating.
Her master was holding a vibrator to her clit, causing her to shudder through her first orgasm, her deep-throated moans sounding primal as they rose higher as she climaxed.
“Look how wet you are.” Damien’s fingers rose to my eyeline and he eased a fingertip into my mouth.
I tasted my own musky sweetness, eyes flitting back to our mirror image of master and submissive. They were fucking now.
“You just can’t look away, can you?” Damien’s voice sounded stern.
“No, sir.”
She’d wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands still tied to that device so all she could do was hold on with her thighs and let him have his way.
My wrists were smarting from their metal bindings above and deliciously sore. I felt totally enraptured by this game, this flawless aura that had me obsessed with this spectacle.
I’m here.
Part of the play.
From behind me, Damien’s strong hands positioned me to bend a little so that my ass came up. I heard the sound of his zipper coming undone, and felt eager for what came next. I rose onto my tiptoes, balancing in high heels. There came the glide of his cock along my crack, moving lower until it grazed my wetness, the tip nudging my pussy. I tipped my hips eager for that first thrust, and gasped as he buried deep. His hands controlled the thrusts that came hard and fast—a furious pounding.
Two couples fucking in front of each other…our echoes mingling, the scent of sandalwood and raw carnal pleasures as we romanced each other with our dark fetishes. Our perfect coupling made me high.
My orgasm was expertly held off as, on and on, euphoria stole my breath and held me suspended. The pleasure became blinding when Damien’s fingers reached around and flicked my clit to enhance his fucking.
I was only able to stand due to the metal binds that held me secure. I felt him withdraw, leaving me feeling bereft, my cry of need drawing attention our way. But then his slick cock slid back to rest against my puckered hole.
“Ready?” he said huskily.
He’d be slick from my soaking wet pussy, I knew that, but this was new and though he’d prepared me with his bejeweled toys my heart still skipped a beat at how it might feel.
