All the sudden, his hands and fingers were gone, no longer touching me at all and I felt the sofa dip as he stood and walked away. I sat up on arms that felt like jelly and stood on legs I hoped would be able to support me as I walked around, hoping to find where Max had gone.
My natural inclination led me directly to the second floor, my clit jolting with aftershocks as I climbed the stairs. I knew the master bedroom was supposed to be "our bedroom" in theory but I wasn't comfortable there. Still, I pushed open one of the double doors and stepped inside.
I wouldn't dare call out for him but perhaps that was my mistake. I was grabbed from behind, a pair of handcuffs quickly applied to my wrists before being tossed on the bed face down. I tried to turn my head but my eyes were quickly covered with a silk black mask that I couldn't see through. I willed myself to stay calm and continue with measured breaths but it was no use. I'd started to panic and there was no way I could take back control from a situation where I was vulnerable and trapped.
The bed dipped and although he barely touched me, I knew it was Max just by scent alone. He smelled freshly washed and his skin held the subtle scent of expensive cologne. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me into a position where I was on my knees but still trapped since I had no use of my arms.
"You wanted to know what I liked in bed. This is it. You . . . helpless and unable to see me or touch me. You're completely at my mercy and you should see my cock . . . it's fucking engorged I'm so turned on right now."
I didn't say anything; actually, I didn't know what to say and what he wanted to hear from me.
"Answer me or I will make this so much more intense then you want your first lesson to be, Mags." He traced my magnolia tattoo on my thigh with gentle fingers.
"I understand," I murmured, keeping the terror out of my voice.
This was just a game, how he got off. Some men needed props and devices to feel like they were running the show because their own lives were so far from beyond their control. Max was one of them and I should have sensed his personality from the get-go. Working for a man like Dimitri Koslakov would leave very little in the way in which he commanded his own life. He took power where he could get it and here, in his own dominion, everything belonged to him and were his alone to do what he wanted, me included.
"Now, if I take the blindfold off, do you promise to be a good girl?"
"Yes," I said.
"Now . . . just so you know what kind of . . . person I am when it comes to sexual activities, I don't discriminate between men and women. Most guys who have spent any time in prison . . . or with monsters . . . are quite in touch with both their feminine and masculine sides. You understand."
"Of course."
"I've been sodomized repeatedly as an adolescent-fuck, in my world, it's almost a rite of passage-and my point is I like men because they can be very handy in some of the situations where women aren't . . . unless they have been taught like you have. However, I want your first experience with me to be pleasurable so I won't make you go down on me but I want you to watch how it's done. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good."
Max sat me up in bed and slipped my blindfold off. The lights in the bedroom were dim, which allowed me to acclimate myself rather quickly. A tall, athletically lean guy entered the room wearing a pair of distressed jeans and little else. Lightly tanned skin combined with Slavic features, ash blond hair and ice blue eyes. His nipples were pierced, giving off the impression that he was on the cutting edge-sexually speaking-though he glared at me as if I was a nuisance before he casually looked in Max's direction.
"Mags, this is Rasmus. Rasmus, that's Mags, my soon to be wife."
Rasmus ignored me though he walked toward Max and wrapped his arms around his waist before he kissed him long and hard, the kind of kiss I'd hoped to receive from Max but never did. I swallowed as I watched the two men in an intimate embrace and reveled at how hard my nipples became, how much their displays of affection were turning me on.
They separated reluctantly before Max walked over to a fancy armoire, opened it and pulled out a metal chain with three clamps on each end.
He walked over to me and smiled though it soon turned into a smirk. "You're quite the pervert, aren't you, Mags? You enjoyed what Rasmus and I did to each other? We're just getting started but I don't want you to get too turned on. Your body belongs to me and that includes your orgasms. Sorry but you're going to have to wear this so I can make sure you come when I say you can."
I watched as he leaned on the bed and began to clamp those rubber ends on my nipples and the final one on my clit. Rasmus wrapped his arms around Max from behind and played with his cock as he did so. His ice blue eyes stared into mine and it took everything to stop me from bursting out loud. He was jealous.
Max arranged me against the headboard into a position I could maintain but it wasn't exactly comfortable. The clamps dug into my sensitive nipples and if I moved too much one way or another, the clamp on my clit seemed to squeeze tighter. It was absolute, fucking torture and I loved every minute of it.
The only time I felt a fraction of relief was to have my legs open and lean against the headboard to stead me.
"Looks like you'll adjust to this new situation," Max responded more to himself than me. "Now, lesson number one: how to deep throat an eight inch, thickly veined cock with a Prince Albert on the end. I'd think you'd be well versed in this but since Edward might have been gentler on you than he was with club whores, Rasmus will show you how it's done."
"Kink's Prince Albert isn't a fucking bullring, Max, it's a regular sized piercing."
Max turned to Rasmus. "It's too big for her mouth. That's her excuse."
His lover laughed as he got down on his knees and caressed Max's balls before he opened his mouth and slid Max's cock between his lips. Unlike a woman who might have started off slow or acted with too much false bravado, he slid Max's dick in and out of his mouth. I watched in fascination as Rasmus swallowed Max's cock like it was nothing at all, deep-throating him like his life depending on it.
Max looked at me calmly without a shred of shame on his face though his aquamarine eyes hooded over. "Fuck, baby, suck my cock, devour it. Take it all in. Worship it, you little cock boy."
For the first time, I wished my hands weren't cuffed. I wanted to touch myself so badly, and stimulate my clit with expert fingers. My nipples and clit throbbed, as I grew even more turned on to the point where I thought I might burst. I spread my legs even further, giving him a better view of my pussy that had grown so wet, I sat in my own juices as they leaked out of me.
He smiled at me before he pulled away from Rasmus. "You suck cock like a fuckin' pro, babe. Go take care of Mags. Stick your tongue all the way into her asshole and make her scream and moan. Meanwhile, I'll take care of you for a job well done."
What. The. Fuck.
I felt like Alice and all the sudden, I'd been dropped down the rabbit hole where nothing was like I thought it would be. Was this guy for real? And why was his "lover" or whatever they were to each other not protesting?
Rasmus grabbed my legs roughly and dragged me closer to the edge of the bed. As he bent over and began to tongue my asshole, I let out a ragged moan. My eyes met Max's as I watched him roll on a condom before he applied lube and mounted Rasmus from behind.
I tried to control my reactions to him but between the clamps pressed against my nipples, the clamp on my clit and Rasmus' tongue in my ass, I didn't know whether I was coming or going. The guy who seemed to hate me slid two fingers inside me and caressed my G-spot, his pace unconsciously following that of Max's. I didn't know whether to hate him or adore him for granting me some much needed sexual relief.
My hips had a mind of their own as they met Rasmus' thrusts while he continued his oral assault on my ass. My body screamed from pleasure to the most beautiful kind of pain and before I knew it, a wail erupted through me as I came and came and seemed to keep coming. I was falling off a waterfall, so high in the sky, I didn't think there would ever be a place for a safe crash landing.
The worst part about this whole quasi-sexual experience with Max was I still didn't know what it would have been like to be with him, or have him moving inside of me, and the thought alone made my body sag. Eventually, I passed out; whether it was from multiple orgasms or a threesome I hadn't been prepared for no longer seemed to be of any importance.
Chapter Ten
Maxwell
"You have feelings for her, don't you?"
Max attempted to drink his Macallan 25 in peace but Rasmus wouldn't hear of it. After Mags had passed out from pleasure, he'd finished off his lover, took off the torture device he placed on Mags and pulled the covers over her nude body.