Page 32 of Jacqueline's Quest

“Yes, you can, boy.” He kissed Tomas’ shoulder and nipped the skin. “You said you wanted to know what it felt like being inside a hot, tight ass. Well, is it everything you thought it would be?”

“I... I... Oh fuck, yes, Master. Please, Master.” Tomas shuddered and shook, while Arrington continued to assist him.

Raven thrashed below them. His eyes were closed but the moans passing his lips increased in octave the longer Arrington continued to direct Tomas. The whole scene became this hedonistic act. She loved it and feared it all at the same time. Could she do this to Murray? Could she command his body to the point he begged her for release?

"Come," Arrington muttered as he let go of Tomas' hips. The boy thrust twice more then shoved deep and cried out.

Below him, Raven let out a soft groan. He reached down and stroked himself through his release and sighed. But, they weren't done. Arrington opened the front of his pants and pulled out his monster cock. He stroked the beast a few times before putting on a condom. He didn't have to say anything as Tomas climbed up onto the desk.

“What are you feeling, Jaqueline?” Luca asked.

She couldn’t peel her gaze away from the trio. “Out of control? Scared? Intimidated. I don’t... I mean, they work so well with each other. It’s intense in there. Arrington knows how far he can push Tomas and the guy knows his limits too.”

Raven removed the condom from Tomas’ semi-hard dick and began licking and sucking him while Arrington fucked Tomas. Her mouth fell open, shocked by what she was watching. Raven also kissed Tomas like the idea of them sharing Tomas’ cum, excited both of them and maybe it did.

“It comes from years of play. You see a young boy in there, but Tomas is in his mid-twenties. He’s been Arrington’s boy for about four years now. They trust each other. It’s one of the things you and Murray lack right now, but we’ll fix that.” He deposited the earpiece in a can beside the door then motioned Jaqueline to follow. “I have a room for us.”

“A room for us?” She tilted her head as they continued down the hall. “What kind of room?”

“It’s plain, but there are toys to play with.” Luca glanced over his shoulder. “Have you discussed your likes and dislikes along with your limits, Murray?”

“Yep,” Murray stated. “She already knows my hard and soft limits.”

“Very good,” Luca stated. “Always listen to your submissive, Jaqueline. He told you where his hard limits are. Everything in between is up for pleasure.”

“Red is my safe word,” Murray added. “If I have to say it, if or when we’ve gone too far.”

“I’ll be staying to help you out,” Luca added, stopping beside a darkened room. “We’re here.”

He opened the door and switched on the light. The space was basic. A black table sat in the middle of the room. On the walls surrounding it were different cabinets all blacked out. Luca flipped another switch on in the room and the table became spotlighted by the dome fixture above the table. If there was meant to be anything else in the room, she couldn't tell.

“This is the deprivation room.” Luca placed his hand on the table. “Everything you’ll need is in the cabinets.”

Nervous energy replaced the arousal coursing through her. It was time. Even after watching Arrington, she still didn’t have a firm grasp of what she was supposed to do. She obviously couldn’t force, or tell or whatever it was called, Murray to fuck someone while she enjoyed it. She also couldn’t see herself taking a ruler across his ass either. Yet, she had to figure out something. They needed to work through their awkwardness.

Murray went to his knees the minute he stepped inside. His legs were spread wide and the thickness at the front of his pants, made her mouth water. It appeared she wasn’t the only one turned on by the scene. She glanced at Luca who’d taken a seat in the only chair in the room. His leg was perched on the table to his right and his hands were folded against his mouth, as though he were saying a silent prayer.

“This is where you tell him to stand and join you on at the chair under the spotlight,” Luca murmured.

Right. Shit. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe it was Luca's presence or both men, but she couldn't relax. The self-doubt was suffocating at best and at worse made her feel as though she were drowning. "In the chair, Murray." Her voice trembled and her heartbeat out a rapid tattoo.

“Do you want me naked on to leave my pants on, Mistress?” He glanced up at her before he stood.

Well, good question. She didn’t want Murray to feel uncomfortable, but she was also in charge and he knew what he was getting himself into. Still, she couldn’t decide. “W-whatever you—”

“Stop,” Luca said then joined her. “It’s not whatever he likes, it’s what you want to see. Do you want Murray’s body on display? Do you want him to squirm while you touch him with his clothes on? Do you want his orgasm to be a dirty secret only he and you know about? These are the questions you have to ask yourself.”

Jaqueline’s mind raced.Do I want to do what with what?She couldn't choose. The minute she stepped into the room, everything about their evening at the club changed and she wished she could tell Murray to take control from her. She didn't deserve it. She didn't have the wherewithal to wield it. She wasn't the dominant partner in this matchup and she never would be.

“I-I don’t know.” She rubbed her arm as she stared at the table. “The pressure...”

Luca took a step back. “How about this, together we’ll find a few toys you might want to try on Murray and while we’re looking you can decide how you want him to be. Naked or keeping his pants on.”

She gave a jerky head bob then followed Luca over to the cabinets to look inside. There were all kinds of dildos and vibrators. Whips, restraints, and floggers. Everything was marked and everything had a place. There was also a section for rope and another for wooden paddles. She swallowed hard. Again, the overwhelming sense of being woefully inadequate swamped her, pulling her deeper into the darkness.

“Jaq?” Luca touched her arm. “Too many choices?”

Her bottom lip trembled. She couldn’t do this. She wanted to, but it was as though her mind shut down on her, and everything she stared at was more a tool of torture than of pleasure. “I can’t. I...”

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