Venus rising boxset, p.107
Venus Rising Boxset, page 107
“Ow ow ow,” she chanted the words as if they could ward away the burning ache now spreading through her whole chest. Shifting her weight only made things worse as the chain moved with her.
“Bad girl,” Justin scolded although his dark eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure at her plight. Squeezing her breasts one last time, Chris dropped one hand down, curving his fingers over her bare mound, pressing them to her eager pussy.
Her clit throbbing against the questing digits, she whimpered as she felt his hard cock rubbing between her ass cheeks, his leather pants rubbing over her skin.
“She’s soaked,” Chris said, satisfaction in his voice, his fingers swirling between her pussy lips, teasing her clit. The combination of pain radiating from her nipples while her clit pulsed with pleasure swirled inside of her was the perfect mix to feed her masochistic needs.
“Hmmm, too bad naughty girls have to wait for their pleasure,” Justin responded, his gaze still locked with hers. If the two of them weren’t holding her up, Jessica was pretty sure she would have melted right then and there. Her knees were feeling dangerously weak. “Let’s get her on the desk, Mr. Fire.”
The desk shouldn’t have been comfortable, but all the edges had been thoughtfully padded, which helped. Especially since the men decided to put her on her back with her head hanging off it, allowing Chris to step up and slide his cock directly into her mouth. Just the tip of his cock was pushed between her lips when she something was placed in her hand.
“This is your safeword,” Chris told her. “Squeeze it.” She did and there was immediately a high-pitched squeaking sound. “If you need us to stop, squeeze it twice. If you just need me to stop fucking your pretty mouth, squeeze it once.”
Jessica did her best to hold it gently as Chris thrust his cock forward. She loved the feel of his cock in her mouth; even though this angle made her dizzy, it also allowed him to slide deep into her throat without gagging. Fingers traced around her sensitive, clamped nipples while her knees were being bent and spread.
Chris
The wet heat of Jessica’s mouth was like heaven for his aching cock. She hummed around the thick shaft as he gently fucked her mouth, enjoying the long, slow strokes between her lips. Across from him, Justin had finished cuffing her wrists to her thighs, the squeaky ball held gently in one of her hands. Gravity forced her legs to fall open, leaving her pink pussy spread open and vulnerable for them.
Bending down, Justin kissed her pretty pink pussy, and Chris was rewarded for the other man’s efforts as Jessica moaned around his cock. Groaning, he covered her throat with his hand, rubbing her soft skin as he continued to thrust in and out of her mouth. He’d noticed her reaction to Justin holding her throat earlier, had seen how much it turned her on.
She’d already been working harder than usual for oxygen given her position and his cock blocking her airway. But she didn’t squeeze the ball, just like she hadn’t said anything when Justin had been the one holding her throat. A bit of oxygen deprivation would actually make all the sensations more enjoyable, give her an even more intense orgasm.
Chris thrust a little faster, sliding his cock back and forth across her tongue, able to actually feel some of the thrusts beneath his hand as the head pushed in and out of her throat. With his other hand, he tugged gently on the chain holding her clamps, making them tighten on her dark red nipples even more. She cried out around his cock, the vibrations going all the way up his spine.
Seeing what he was doing, Justin doubled his efforts on her pussy, and Chris could tell she was enjoying it because the suction of her mouth around his dick increased. He groaned, massaging her throat as he fucked it, reveling in her total helplessness and trust in both of them.
She began to squirm against her bonds, her throat muscles constricting around the head of his cock. He felt the scrape of her teeth against his sensitive skin, letting him know she was nearing her climax. Just before he was about to pull out of her mouth, so she could come without biting his cock off, Justin pulled away from her pussy.
They could both hear the muffled shout of protest as he left her pussy swollen, shiny, and aching.
The other man was in his element as he pulled open one of the desk drawers and withdrew a small rubber whip, a mass of tiny strands barely longer than his hand. It was made for punishing sensitive areas like eager pussies.
“Too bad you were such a naughty girl, Ms. Swift,” Justin said, raising the whip up as he stood between her spread legs, licking her cream from his lips. “Punishment before pleasure.”
Bringing the whip down on her sensitized pussy, Jessica cried out around Chris’ cock at the shocking sensation and pleasure nearly made Chris’ eyes roll into the back of his head.
Jessica
Pain... pleasure... pain... pleasure...
She was losing herself in the churning mix.
She was saturated in sensation, from the slight burn in her lungs to the dizzy haze of her brain, to the throbbing ache of her clamped nipples, to the needy spasms of her pussy. Her ass was full, her mouth was full, and her pussy was achingly empty. Justin’s tongue had given way to stinging pain as he whipped between her legs. Whatever he was using felt like a thousand tiny stingers, assaulting every millimeter of her sensitive folds. When a lash caught her clit, she almost screamed with the agonizing ecstasy as her orgasm pulsed just out of reach.
Chris’ cock slid out of her mouth, allowing her to cry out, giving her a few breaths of pure, precious air before it shoved back in, cutting her back off. His hand on her throat was both a threat and a promise. Knowing he could cut off her air completely at any time, trusting he wouldn’t, somehow aroused her even more.
The sensation of dizziness increased with every thrust of his cock, with every breath he gave her and every breath he cut off, with every second that passed. Yet she could barely focus on it, not when someone tugged on the chain connecting her nipples, reigniting the painful burn. Not when Justin was whipping her poor overly sensitive pussy... then pausing to lean in and soothe the sting with his tongue, only to pull away and lash the tenderized folds again.
She felt like she was falling.
Drowning.
Flying.
Justin’s hot mouth descended on her pussy again, and she screamed the moment his tongue touched her swollen, tender folds. The clamps on her nipples were opened, and blood painfully rushed back into the crushed buds. It took her a moment before she realized she could actually hear her screams, echoing through the room because Chris’ cock was no longer blocking the way.
Burning fluid landed on her breasts, increasing the painful sensations on her poor nipples, and she screamed, writhing again even as her orgasm surged up from her center. The masculine groan of pleasure as Chris came all over her chest nearly went unheard as Justin sucked her clit harder, making her entire body shake with unleashed ecstasy.
When she was pulled fully onto the desk, so her head was no longer hanging, she was so dizzy, so overwhelmed from the sensations, she barely felt coherent. She still felt like she was floating.
Flying.
Falling.
Free.
Her hands were free, no longer attached to her thighs. Then she was flipped over, so she was face down on the desk, screaming again as her poor, tortured nipples were crushed between her body and the hard wood of the desk. She barely noticed the plug being pulled from her ass. Pushing up onto her elbows didn’t make any difference because she was too weak to push up any further. When Justin thrust into her from behind, her breasts swayed beneath her, dragging her nipples across the raspy surface of the desk.
The cum decorating her chest made it slightly more bearable as the surface became slippery, but even so, the sensations were too intense to bear. Her arms collapsed, and she cried out at the overstimulation of Justin’s cock splitting her open from behind, her pussy already ultra-sensitive from the whipping and her orgasm while her nipples protested their continued abuse.
Oh God, she was going to come a second time and didn’t know if she could handle it...
Then Chris’ fingers slid around her throat again.
Justin
Feeling Jessica’s worn out body submitting to his erotic need, Justin fucked her hard and fast—not just because he realized she couldn’t take much more but because he wanted to. He was fucking turned on as hell, and her quivering pussy felt so damn good around his cock, so hot and wet from being tortured, so fucking vulnerable as she gave herself over to him and Chris.
Watching them, already sated, Chris grinned as he put his hand on the back of Jessica’s neck, his fingers sliding around to the front. The bit of breath play they’d already engaged in had obviously flipped her switch, but Justin wouldn’t have dared to keep it up right now. Not while she was verging on subspace, and he was about to come. But he could trust Chris to take care of her while he focused on himself.
Groaning with pleasure, he fucked her harder, faster, her choked cries urging him on. Her ass bounced every time he slammed home, her body jerking across the desk, and he knew her nipples had to be hurting, yet she didn’t safeword, didn’t squeeze her ball, didn’t ask him to stop—didn’t want him to stop.
He slammed hard into her as her pussy began to spasm around his dick, another orgasm surging through her. She sounded different from usual, and he knew it was because Chris was restricting her airway still, just a little, just enough to make her shatter apart.
Balls tightening, he let loose his control completely, using her roughly for his own pleasure until he buried himself entirely inside her grasping pussy and filled her with his cum.
Chapter 10
Chris
After such an intense scene, Chris was especially glad to have a partner. There were workers on hand to help with cleanup, but Jessica was so limp and glassy-eyed, still flying high in subspace, he was glad they didn’t have to wait for additional help. He gave the desk a quick wipe down even though someone else would be in to clean it more thoroughly before the next scene—it just seemed polite.
Meanwhile, Justin was able to bundle Jessica up and carry her down to the aftercare area while Chris gathered their things and grabbed a bottle of water and a bar of chocolate for her. When he settled down on the couch next to Justin, he pulled Jessica’s feet into his lap and began to massage them.
She was clearly still pretty out of it, but she sighed happily, rubbing her face against Justin’s shoulder. Chris had a small moment of envy, but he knew the next time they visited the club, it would be his turn to be in Justin’s seat, so it was easy to push past.
Justin smiled at him. “Feeling better?”
“Much,” Chris admitted, leaning back against the couch.
He’d needed tonight badly—all of them had. Although he was happy his brother was staying with them this week, it had definitely put a crimp in their sex life.
“I have to admit, I didn’t expect you to pull out,” Justin said, tilting his head slightly in a questioning manner.
Chris couldn’t help but grin.
“All the Mr. Fire and Mr. Flood... well it made me think of that scene we did at the school. Plus, fucking her breasts earlier this week then not coming on them, well, it seemed like they were due some love.” He winked, and Justin laughed.
They were all a lot more relaxed than usual.
Soon, they’d need to check on Steve and see how he was doing with Freddy, but right now, Chris was happy to just sit and be with the woman he loved and the man he loved to share her with.
Steve
After traveling through the Dungeon, Freddy at his side, Steve felt like Alice down the rabbit hole—everything felt a little surreal.
There were all kinds of people here, in all kinds of relationships, or even completely lacking a relationship, getting their kink on in all different ways. Some of it was like watching his regular porn, and some of it was so wildly outside of his comfort zone, he almost wanted to run screaming into the night.
A steel bar sliding into my urethra? Hell, no.
Freddy had winced in sympathy at that scene too, but he’d just moved on, seemingly unbothered by it otherwise. It was an attitude completely at odds with those Chris had grown up with, where everyone seemed to assume everyone else’s business was their business. The senator certainly thought so.
“Do you want to go to the upstairs rooms?” Freddy asked once they’d made their way back to the base of the stairs. “I should warn you; your brother and Justin like to keep the window open when they have a private room. They’re definitely into exhibitionism. So, you might get a gander at something you wish you hadn’t.”
“Are the rooms like the ones down here?” Steve asked, gesturing at the three rooms they’d just passed—an interrogation room, a sheriff’s office complete with a tiny jail cell, and a doctor’s office. There had been windows into all of them, although only the interrogation room had the curtains open so they could see inside. That’s when he’d seen what Freddy called cock and ball torture.
He’d honestly thought things like that only happened in porn. Sometimes, he’d jerked off to the stuff he’d considered more extreme, but seeing it in real life was definitely different. When it was actors, in the back of his mind, he assumed they were doing their job, but there had been no denying the enthusiastic participation in every one of the scenes he’d just walked by.
“Different themes, but basically, yes,” Freddy said, leading him back up the stairs. “There’s a big orgy room, a locker room, an Arabian Nights fantasy room, a classroom, an office… Oh, man, you should see the rooms at Marquis, though. They really went all out over there. I would love to spend some time in one of those rooms.”
Marquis was the other club, which Freddy apparently worked at, and it operated more like a hotel than anything else. People could stay the night, and the main room there was geared more toward voyeurism. They had demonstrations and one public scene going, rather than the open scening Stronghold boasted.
Steve thought he preferred this for right now. Marquis sounded a more formal and intimidating.
“I could probably use another drink,” he admitted as they walked out onto the main floor. Not just because he didn’t really want to see his brother’s dick, but he felt like he needed a few minutes to decompress and assimilate everything he’d just seen.
“Sounds good,” Freddy said, steering him to the bar. Steve ducked his head when he saw some of the men he’d met at the bachelor party at a table closer to the entrance of the club. Keen-eyed, Freddy obviously noticed but didn’t say anything. He just ordered another drink for both of them from the icy blonde-haired woman behind the bar—she was even more intimidating than Olivia, because she didn’t seem to have any of the redhead’s warmth—and got Steve settled at a table close to the stairs and out of the view of Chris and Justin’s friends.
Passing Steve his beer, Freddy sat down beside him.
“How long have you been doing… um, this?” Steve asked, tipping the beer bottle toward the stairs they’d just come up from.
“Years,” Freddy said with a casual shrug. “I got into the lifestyle with a boyfriend, and we came here when Stronghold first opened. He moved away, I wanted to stay, so I lost the boyfriend but got a great new circle of friends and a way to chill out on the weekends. Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah, of course,” Steve said. After all, he’d been asking Freddy questions all night.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to. Does Chris know you’re gay?”
Sputtering, Steve pounded his chest as he choked on his beer, the bubbles traveling painfully up his nasal passages, although he at least managed to keep them from actually coming out of his nose.
“What? I… I’m not… How did you know?”
The look Freddy gave him was almost pitying. “Honey, we just walked around a sex club together. It wasn’t that hard to see who you were checking out and who you had absolutely no interest in. Some scenes with women got your attention because of what they were doing, but you didn’t look at any of the women with anything other than clinical interest. The men were a totally different story.”
Heat flushing Steve’s cheeks, he defiantly took a long swig of his beer before answering. Not that he really knew what to say still. “Oh. Um. Oh.”
“I take it that Chris doesn’t know then.”
Dropping his head, Steve began to fiddle with the edges of the beer label. “No. No, he doesn’t… I… When I came here, I thought he might be like me but…”
“Oh.” Sympathy laced Freddy’s. “No, Chris is straight. He and Justin share, but they aren’t interested in each other that way, and I’ve never seen Chris with a guy. Or Justin for that matter.”
It didn’t make any sense, it wasn’t at all logical, but for some reason, Steve felt abandoned all over again. So, he did something he hadn’t done since college when he’d found out that, according to the senator, he no longer had a brother. Lifting the beer bottle to his lips, he swallowed the remainder of the bottle in one long gulp.
Freddy raised an eyebrow, seemingly impressed.
Looking back at him impassively, Steve put the now empty bottle down on the table. “I’m going to need something stronger.”
“That’s fine as long as you’re not planning on doing any kind of scening tonight,” Freddy said slowly, trying to figure out what was going on with Steve and coming up blank. That wasn’t too surprising since Steve was still trying to figure out what was going on with himself. If he couldn’t, someone he’d just met would be unlikely to.
