Rory registered the look of steady calm on Spencer’s face as
he removed the shiny chrome bar with gray velvet-lined leather cuffs attached
at each end. He reached over her to secure her ankles inside the custom-made
leather sheaths. A simple buckle ensured there would be no escape.
“Take the reverse prayer position,” Jack instructed.
With her head laid against the soft sheets, she arranged her
arms behind her back and pressed her palms neatly together. In her training
over the past year, Rory had taken up yoga classes to practice both flexibility
and discipline. It was something she’d pursued on her own in her quest to
become a more worthy submissive. Rory was a perfectionist. Even she could admit
that now. Yoga was a healthy outlet, one of many Jack had helped her uncover.
Spencer got to work on wrapping the black nylon rope around
one of her wrists in four precise rows and then continued on the second wrist.
Then he took each end and laced the rope around her forearms, immobilizing her
in that position. In the mirrored closet door next to their bed, Rory watched
him work. The rope was corded around itself for further reinforcement, and then
Spencer crafted an intricate butterfly knot to finish it all off. She thought
they were finished, but Jack took two shorter ropes from her box. He held her
hips and raised them into the air, placing her ass high and open to him. The
ropes were looped around each thigh in slide knots that were then connected to
her wrists. She couldn’t move her body an inch in any direction. It was even
difficult to move her head, and the cool sheet warmed beneath her cheek. She
was at their mercy. Rory acknowledged the stretch of her muscles and let her
senses drink in every second as they ticked by.
“Do you need a gag?”
“I don’t know.” Truly, she didn’t. There was something in
the air that felt different. What had Jack meant when he’d said he would be
taking her orgasm from her? It sounded as though she’d be forced to break the
rules, to yell out without permission. Would she need a gag? Rory swallowed
hard. She hoped so.
“I’ve got you covered, baby,” Spencer said, grinning at her
as he took hold of his swollen cock.
“Open,” Jack said, and Rory was reminded how much better it
was to be commanded by Jack than asked. Of course he knew this.
Spencer took position at the side of the bed and slowly slid
his shaft between her lips. He rested there, and she ran her tongue up and down
his shaft, causing him to moan. She wasn’t entirely powerless.
“Don’t make him come before he’s allowed, Rory,” Jack said.
“You’ll be the one to suffer the consequences.”
She understood.
Her pussy throbbed in anticipation, and she wasn’t even sure
what he had planned. The distinct hum of a vibrator suddenly filled her ear.
“Just so you know, sweetheart, this isn’t that cute little toy you like to play
with. I picked up something more suitable before we left New York.”
The first tap of the gyrating shaft against her ass and she
jumped. Jack grabbed her ass cheek possessively and pushed the vibrating dildo
into her pussy without any further introduction. His thrusts were fast and
hard, almost brutal. Almost. Rory felt her body clench and brace against the
onslaught.
Then he slowed to nearly a stop. Ball bearings whirled
inside her causing her to want to squirm. She knew better. The reprieve was
short-lived. He fucked her hard again with his newly acquired tool. She wanted
to scream out, but Spencer’s cock muted any chance of it escaping her mouth. It
took every ounce of discipline to keep from hurting him. Her jaw remained lax,
her lips softly encasing him.
Jack held still again. Rory took a deep breath through her
nose. Above her, she heard the two of them kissing. The sound made her want to
moan.
Then the dildo was gone. Cold wetness fell on her exposed asshole,
and the dildo returned in her tightest hole. He’d raised the vibration level,
the sensation taking over her body entirely. Rory had been initiated into the
practice of anal sex by Jack and Spencer. They’d been her patient instructors,
helping her to understand her body until it was open and receptive.
Jack twisted the vibe, and the pleasure taking over her was
immediate. There wasn’t much chance to savor it alone. Jack filled her cunt
with his full length just a few heartbeats later.
“Fuck her mouth,” Jack said to Spencer. “You should have
your orgasm now.”
Spencer trailed his fingers over her cheek and palmed the
back of her head. “Thank you, Sir,” he said.
“You’re welcome, Spencer.” Jack leaned down to her ear.
“Now, I’m going to fuck you senseless, Rory. So senseless that all you’re going
to want to do is slip into an orgasm and let it take over.” He threw his hips
into her, punctuating his syllables. “But you…will…make…me…proud and focus all
your energy on Spencer. When you come, it won’t be because you achieved orgasm.
You aren’t achieving anything today, sweetheart. You will come because I forced
it from your body. I’m not giving you a chance to orgasm. I’m taking it from
you. Understand now?”
She did understand, and his words were as arousing as the
sensations penetrating her physically. He stripped her bare to her soul. In a
scene with Jack, she had nothing, was responsible for nothing. It was freedom.
The sweetest kind.
There was a trippy war raging inside her. She willed herself
not to succumb to the pleasure Jack wielded and concentrated on pleasing
Spencer. In her position, cheek pressed to the mattress, face poised at the
edge of the bed, she focused on sucking Spencer each time he slid between her
lips. In her mind she thought of nothing but keeping her mouth open for him.
She was a captive slave, a prized hostage. Spencer grabbed her hair and pumped
her mouth at a frenzied pace. As he poured his seed down her throat, she was
nothing and everything all at once.
There was a place Rory went when her senses overloaded and
the endorphins took her over the edge. She felt like she was drifting on a
cloud, blowing in the wind. It was peaceful. She was outside of herself,
staring at her image in the mirror as if it was a window to another bedroom. Two
men she loved had reduced her to mere flesh for their pleasure alone. Her body
began to shudder, and a grit-filled moan formed in her throat.
“Here it comes, sweetheart,” Jack growled. “I want it. It’s
mine.”
She burst into pieces. That moan
turned into a sob as the orgasm slammed through her. She was exhausted by the
time the last tingle fled her toes. Aftershocks raged in her core, and she was
left in a limp pile.
