Venus rising boxset, p.21
Venus Rising Boxset, page 21
Jessica looked dubiously at the suction cups Mr. Winter had attached to her breasts. As unconventional toys went, this was something she'd never seen before. He chuckled at the expression on her face. Her nipples throbbed a little, trapped in the tight suction. Mr. Winter had teased and sucked them to hardness before placing the suction cups over them and squeezing the air out with a little attached bulb. Inside the cups were flexible pieces of plastic which were pressed against her nipples.
When he flicked the switch, and the cups began to vibrate, Jessica's nipples were teased in their confinement by the vibrating, stroking plastic prongs she had been so unimpressed with.
By the time Jessica got to the Light BDSM class, she was a wet, lustful mess. The unconventional toys class today had focused on teasing toys—toys meant to tantalize and enhance your sexual experience—but since it was a class and not sex, there was no satisfaction at the end. Her nipples were swollen and slightly misshapen from the long time they'd spent in the suction cups, her nerves were humming all over her body from the fuzzy and tickling toys that had been used on it, and her completely unattended and unsatisfied pussy was screaming for relief. She wanted to hug Mr. Fire when he walked up to her, she was so relieved her agony was about to come to an end.
Mr. Fire arched an eyebrow at her; she could see the shift of the muscles around his eye even though the mask covered the majority of his expression.
“Why so antsy little one?”
“I just had the Unconventional Toys class.”
Reaching out, Mr. Fire pinched her nipple harshly, making her yelp and squirm even more as the erotic heat flashed through her. Her nipple was already sore, yet the continued punishment excited her even more in her highly aroused state.
“You're in BDSM class now,” he said, looking down at her. “What do you call me in here?”
Jessica blushed. She'd been so distracted by her body's desires, she'd completely forgotten.
“I'm sorry, Sir,” she said, the honorific sending a quiver of heat through her. Would he punish her? “I just had the Unconventional Toys class, Sir.”
Mr. Fire smiled at her, almost mischievously. His playful side was a contrast to Mr. Flood's more serious demeanor; Mr. Flood’s lips might have moved or twitched, but he probably wouldn't smile at her outright. They were such a balance to each other, she couldn't tell which one she preferred—as if it really mattered. She was with Mr. Fire today, and if she was very lucky, she'd be with both of them tomorrow.
“You must be a little worked up,” Mr. Fire said. Jessica squirmed and tried not to glare at him. He was getting far too much enjoyment out of her obvious need. “I think this is the perfect time to try something new and see how you respond.”
“Something new?” Jessica asked, then remembered at the last moment to tack on, “Sir?”
“This way.” Mr. Fire turned, ignoring her question. Leading her over to a corner of the room, he ordered her to undress before cuffing her hands, lifting them above her head, and attaching them to one of the many chains hanging from the ceiling. He spread her ankles and cuffed them to the floor bolts, leaving her open and unable to move. Jessica was shivering with anticipation, her body humming.
Then she caught the smile on Mr. Fire's face, and her heart quaked a little. She'd never seen that expression before. He looked almost devilish. With a quick, darting gaze around the room, she finally located Mr. Flood. Would he save her if things got out of hand? Mr. Flood’s eyes were alight with naked lust and the same gleeful, almost malicious anticipation. It seemed he already had an idea where Mr. Fire was going with his “something new.”
Before she could become too frightened, Mr. Fire approached her from behind and tied a fold of cloth over her eyes. Jessica gulped. Being blindfolded heightened both the anticipation and the sensations in her body—she was more aware than ever of her empty pussy, her nipples which were tight and hard on her chest, and the humming of the nerves along her skin.
“I think,” Mr. Fire said as his finger suddenly swiped along the center of Jessica's slit, making her hips jerk and her clit flare. She was so horny, she thought she might cum if he just did it one or two more times. “Today is the perfect day to see how you respond to orgasm denial.”
Jessica gasped. “Denial, Sir?” Her body reflexively pulled at the chains, trying to get free. She didn't like the sound of that at all.
A low chuckle as fingertips brushed across her nipple and she went from fighting her restraints to thrusting her breasts out, trying to achieve more contact.
“Orgasm postponement, really. Denial would require more time than we have available to us this class period. Sometimes, it lasts for weeks or even months.”
The undersides of Jessica's arms tingled as Mr. Fire's fingers trailed from her elbow to her armpits, making her squirm with an almost ticklish reaction except she was too turned on to laugh—turned on and horrified. There were women who were denied orgasm for months? Even another five minutes sounded awful to her. Surely, he couldn't be serious.
“I'm not sure I like the sound of that, Sir.” If it had been Mr. Flood, she wouldn't have dared, but Mr. Fire seemed to enjoy her repartee. He laughed again, and she moaned and writhed as a finger plunged inside of her from behind.
“It will seem like agony, but when you do cum...”—his finger thrust roughly and Jessica's insides spasmed in response—“it will be incredible.”
She might have begged, but suddenly, there was a hard slap on her right cheek, and the finger left her. Crying out with disappointment at its removal, she yelped as something hard and unforgiving slapped her left ass cheek. It alternated, back-and-forth, heating her flesh, then something soft and fuzzy rubbed against her tender ass, coaxing the heat into something exquisitely pleasurable. Jessica moaned and thrust her ass back, wanting more. The spanking had already turned her on, but now, she was even hotter.
The softness left her skin, then a slap hit her right breast, and Jessica shrieked. Her nipple throbbed where it had been slapped, almost dead on. Then her other breast received the same treatment. She braced herself for another slap on her breasts, but instead, something whipped up between her legs and hit her splayed pussy. Jessica's body arched as she cried out, the punishment flaring through her.
“Oh! Please! Again, another one, please!” she begged, unable to stop herself... She was so close to cumming, she was sure another slap would send her over the edge.
Instead, she got a leather flogger across the inside of her thigh, taking the attention from her pussy and making her yelp as the stinging pain went through her. Jessica's wrists pulled in the cuffs as she struggled, trying to position her body so the whip would slap her pussy again, but she was too well restrained, and the whip continued to pinken her thighs. Every so often, the whip would snap up between her legs, unexpected and with no rhythm or warning, and Jessica would writhe and beg again. Her pleas fell on seemingly deaf ears.
When the beating stopped, her buttocks were pried apart and something hard and insistent pressed against her hole. Jessica pushed back, spearing herself on Mr. Fire's cock. Part of her wanted to scream it was the wrong hole, that she needed him in her pussy, but most of her just wanted him inside of her, however she could get him. Fingers stroked down her back as a few inches of cock worked its way inside of her. No matter how Jessica arched or pushed her hips back, she couldn't feel anything but the cock inside of her and the fingers stroking her back, her shoulders, her sides, her hips, the curves of her ass.
She wanted something hard to press against, she wanted the feel of Mr. Fire buried completely inside of her, his hips pressing against her, but all she got were light touches of his fingers and those throbbing three inches. All her awareness seemed to center on her ass, the gripping burn of his invasion, the most incredibly intense tease. There was no way she could come from this, no matter how determinedly she rocked herself on the few inches his position and her restraints allowed.
“Please, please, please, please...” The words fell from her lips like a mantra, a verbal overflow of her body's desires, although if he had asked her, “please what?” she wouldn't have been able to form a coherent request.
It seemed to be forever, her body suspended by the chains and by the denial, then the cock in her ass began to push deeper. Jessica screamed her triumph, but it quickly turned to more moaning and pleas as the smooth, steady rocking of the cock in her backside only extended the tantalizing sensation of satisfaction just out of reach. No matter how much her anus gripped him, the erotic grind didn't increase in intensity or speed, and Jessica was left writhing against him, trying to move things to her own pace.
Something brushed against the backs of her shoulders as a finger was placed at her collarbone, right in the center at the base of her neck. Slowly, incredibly slowly, it began sliding down her front, a tiny trickling motion. Her nipples throbbed and her clit hummed, electricity seeming to rock between the finger and her tiny engorged bud as if it knew where the finger was heading. Moving frantically, Jessica's frustrated pleas became louder, more desperate, afraid the finger would move away at the last minute. Minutes, hours seemed to pass before it was between her breasts. She was caught on twin poles of focus between the finger moving down the center of her stomach with the speed of a glacier, and the pumping cock in her spasming anus, which was becoming more intense as the finger moved.
Her orgasm felt like an overwhelming crescendo, building inside of her as the finger hit her belly button, the insides of her pussy and her ass shuddering in anticipation.
The finger came to the top of her mons, she heard Mr. Flood say, “When I touch your clit, you may come.”
Oh God... they were both there... Mr. Fire in her ass and Mr. Flood about to touch her clit. Jessica's entire body tightened, and she screamed, her muscles straining as she hovered on the edge of orgasm.
Mr. Flood's finger rubbed over the top of her mound, then pressed down on the aching button at the top of her clit, and every single one of her muscles spasmed in ecstatic release.
Suddenly, there was too much sensation between her legs. Jessica undulated and cried out, shrieking her intense rapture as the cock in her ass thrust hard and rough, fingers rubbing her aching pussy lips, the friction against her clit sending her into heated spasms that unraveled all rational thought. She became nothing more than a well of intense pleasure, a whirlpool of ecstasy that sucked her down and lifted her up. The stunning release went on and on and on...
Chris groaned as he unloaded into Jessica's ass. Her orgasm had been incredibly intense, and her tightness squeezed every last drop of cum out of him. The chains were supporting most of her weight now, her thrashing orgasm finally subsiding and leaving her weak and satiated, hanging between him and Justin. God, that had been intense. He and Justin had only pulled this trick one other time, and he was glad they'd been able to do it with Jessica today.
He looked up to catch Justin's eye, but his friend was still watching Jessica's face as she quivered between them. Chris burrowed against her back, hugging her tightly to him to relieve some of the weight on her arms as the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms jolted through her. This hadn't been what he'd planned for today, but considering the aroused and frustrated state she'd been in when she arrived at class, he hadn't been able to resist.
Justin looked up from watching Jessica's expressions, and they stared at each other. Chris knew they were thinking the same thing—the Ménage à Trois class was going to be explosive.
Chapter 18
Jessica was disappointed when she got to her Basic Intercourse class first thing Wednesday morning and didn't see Mr. Fire or Mr. Flood. Instead, Mr. Winter stepped up, his eyes glinting with appreciation at seeing her again. She felt comfortable with him, even if he didn't send sparks of arousal shivering down her spine the way Flood and Fire did.
“Good morning,” she chirped back to his greeting, covering her disappointment. After all, she wouldn't want him to think she didn't like him—because, of course, she did.
“You have the Ménage class this afternoon?” he asked, confirming her schedule. Jessica nodded. “Then we'll take things light today. Didn't you read the recommendation you take a lighter load if you're in the Ménage class?”
She blushed. Of course, she had, but then she'd thought about how much she'd enjoyed having Basic Intercourse with Mr. Fire and Anal Play with Mr. Flood before going to Light BDSM. Considering how well she'd handled that load—pun intended—she hadn't thought the Ménage class would be that different. Apparently, she was wrong, and that just made her even more excited for the class.
“Insatiable, aren't you?” Mr. Winter laughed, and Jessica giggled. He was a nice man, and in some ways, maybe it would be good to have a class without the intensity Mr. Fire and Flood had with her.
By the time Jessica finished Anal Play and headed to lunch, she was feeling sexually frustrated. Basic Intercourse with Mr. Winter had been fascinating, concentrating on stretching her out—much easier since she'd started doing some of the yoga poses she'd learned in the evening to help keep her limber—and showing her different positions she'd never thought of before, much less heard of. The lesson had turned into hands-on Kamasutra, and while everything had felt fantastic, the constant changes in position and stimulation meant she hadn't orgasmed.
Anal Play had been more of the same. Neither Mr. Fire or Mr. Flood had been there—she was feeling slightly abandoned and wondering if they didn't want her anymore. Mr. Jade had shown her various toys which could be used in her ass. The anal beads had been her favorite, giving her small shudders of pleasure as he'd pulled them out of her, and they'd rippled over the tight ring of her anus, but it wasn't the overwhelming, fulfilling orgasm she needed.
Now, she had mixed feelings about the Ménage class. She needed to get off so badly and was dying to see Mr. Fire and Mr. Flood, but at the same time, she was worried they weren't interested in her anymore. How awful would it be to get to class and have them choose someone else to work with? The idea made her feel shaky, nauseous, and completely put her off her lunch.
“I can't believe you talked me into leaving her alone this morning,” Chris said. He'd been growling at his friend all through lunch.
Justin wasn't even bothering to pretend to be hungry. Chris was able to eat anytime, anywhere, but Justin was too wound up. He'd managed to get down about a quarter of his turkey club sandwich and half a glass of water before he had to stop.
He glared at Chris. “I missed out on a class with her too. You know it was for good reasons.”
They had spent all last night going back-and-forth on the pros and cons of spending the morning with her. Considering she had their Ménage class this afternoon, they would have had to restrain themselves, and the idea of being with Jessica but unable to enjoy her completely was just as torturous as leaving her alone all morning. They knew it was for the best, but neither of them was happy with it.
Like Jessica, they were anxiously awaiting the afternoon Ménage class—the first time they shared her. Would it put her off them forever? Would she enjoy it? Would a preference for one of them over the other become clear?
Thanks to her third period Yoga Class, by the time Jessica got to Ménage class, she wasn't a complete nervous wreck. The class had calmed her as she'd stretched out her muscles, allowing her to relax into a more accepting mental state. What would be, would be. If they weren't interested in her, it might be better for her silly heart, which seemed to want to fall for one of them. Although which one, she couldn't definitively say at the moment. But then again, it's not like she had to choose, anyway. If they still wanted her... she'd enjoy the hell out of her class.
It also helped to cool her arousal, a little, but as soon as she walked into the classroom and saw them, her entire body tightened up again. To her surprise, there were only two other girls in the class, both snapped up by the other instructors just as quickly as Jessica herself. Her mouth felt dry as Mr. Flood and Mr. Fire approached her, like the sexiest Doublemint commercial ever. Although they weren't identical, their matching outfits of black masks and black leather pants made them look very much alike.
And soon, she was going to be sandwiched between them.
Jessica's breath hitched in her throat, and she wanted to press her legs together, but surely, they'd see a movement that obvious, and it was just too embarrassing to show them how turned on she was by their mere presence.
“Jessica,” Mr. Fire said by way of greeting as they reached her. The anticipation she heard in his voice matched her own, and she shuddered. Mr. Flood's lips curved in a smile as he passed around behind her and pressed himself against her, his hands running up her sides. She could feel his erection pressing into her back. Mr. Fire cupped her face in his hands and tilted it up, so the back of her head rested against Mr. Flood's shoulder.
Yes, this was what she wanted, what she'd been waiting for since she got a taste of it over the weekend. Their hands ran over her body, deftly undoing the buttons on her blouse, teasing the hemline of her skirt. She clung to the waistband of Mr. Fire's pants, trying to make her fingers undo his zipper as she rubbed her ass across Mr. Flood's groin.
Mr. Flood's hand curved around her neck and tilted her head back again, his thumb pressing against her jaw and up to her lower lip, rubbing sensuously. Jessica wanted to beg, but the way he had her head tilted back, jaw securely held in place, she couldn't open her mouth. His easy dominance over her body had her wet, wet, wet.
“You want us, don't you?” Mr. Flood asked, his breath hot on her neck. She moaned her assent, low in her throat, as he nuzzled the side of her neck with his face. Both of her breasts were cupped in able hands, one holding her gently, the other squeezing and rubbing. Fingers pressed between her legs, and she spread them as much as she could, which wasn't as far as she wanted because of the way Mr. Flood was holding her. “We're not going to sandwich you today, Jessica.”
