Mac hissed around the gag and Violet took a finger, wiped away the small area of saliva that had escaped the corner of his mouth, brought it to her own lips.
“What do you say, Mac? Are you thirsty?”
He gave a sharp shake of his head, but his eyes were asking for something else.
“No,” she said softly. “I think the gag is a good idea. Because it means you have to listen, instead of thinking about how to con me. This is about what pleases me, Mackenzie. It pleases me to see you come, in whatever manner I desire. Does it please you to have another man sucking your cock?”
He shook his head violently, bucked to try to dislodge Mark. The other man just chuckled, held on and kept going.
“I didn’t think so. But your cock doesn’t care, does it?” It wants you. It was in his countenance as strongly as a scream in her mind.
“I know it does. I like seeing your cock hard for me. It understands what you don’t, that everything that’s done to it is by my command, so it responds to every stimulus as if it’s in my pussy. That’s why it’s hard now. For me. Because I asked Tamara and Kiera to keep it that way.”
She pivoted on her heel, giving him her profile. “Mistress Tamara, I would like that strap-on, please, and I would like it coated with your sister’s oil.” She turned her head, met his eyes. “I’ll do the honors. He’s mine, and only I will fuck him. Ever.” She turned back, put a hand on Mark’s shoulder, squeezed. Understanding, he released Mac, backed off, so Violet could stand before her captive, letting his erection’s wet tip touch her thighs.
“Bring your head down to me,” she said.
Mac bent his neck and she unbuckled the gag, sliding it carefully from his mouth and handing it to Mark to take away.
“Mistress, please don’t.” The emotion in his silver eyes suggested he was struggling between wanting to coerce her through anger, and beg her out of sheer desperation. His lust was roused by her Dominance, but his expression told her he was apprehensive of 95
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She ran her palm up his chest, played with the right taut nipple, scraping it with her nails, and felt his wetness graze the skin on her thigh, just beneath the crotch of the swimsuit. She brought herself up full against him, let him experience every curve. “Are you thirsty?”
He caught her lips in a kiss. “Only for you,” he said, a panicked note to his voice she was sure he wished was not there. “I’m yours, Mistress. Yours to do with as you wish.”
While he had seemed to regain his composure after dinner, regrouping enough to give her pleasure at the poolside, she had known it was all show. Dinner had stripped the veneer of his whole act. Frightened of how his body was reacting, of how helpless this whole weekend was making him feel, she suspected the foundation was starting to crumble, and dared to hope the message was getting through. That he was starting to turn to her for shelter from his emotional fears.
“Are you mine to do with as I wish?” She wanted to hear it again.
“Yes, Mistress.”
She nipped the base of his throat, the ridge of his collar bone. “So if I want to slide a cock deep, deep into your beautiful ass, make you come the way Kiera described, then that would please you.”
“If…if it pleases you. Yes.” A tremor ran through his torso and she ran soothing hands down his arms.
“Tell me what’s in your heart.”
“You. Just you. I’ll do anything you want me to do. Just…please. Just with you.
Mistress,” he added.
She pulled her head back, looked into his eyes. “Just with me. That’s a boundary of yours, isn’t it, Mackenzie? Tell me.”
He pressed his forehead against hers, squeezed his eyes shut. “Yes,” he muttered.
“Just with you, Mistress. Please.”
Violet touched her temple to his cheek briefly, then withdrew. Kiera was preparing the strap-on for her, a hard rubber cock about eight inches long. As Violet watched Mark roll a condom over Mac’s engorged organ, Kiera and Tamara fitted her with the device, tightened the holding straps between her legs so the cock sprang proud and erect before her, like an impressive man’s organ in truth. Mac’s eyes never left it, or her.
From the quivering in his body, she could surmise he was anxious. Afraid as well, but willing to endure both to please her. Well, she was hoping to make it worth the suffering to him.
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“This here holds a reserve of oil.” She tapped a small, almost imperceptible button on the joining mechanism at the base of the strap on. “When he’s close, press here, and you’ll jet into him like a man. That sets off the real firecracker show.” She showed her teeth in a quick, feral smile. “The outside, the lubrication, just warms him up, makes him start to feel the loss of control that’s coming.” She glanced over her shoulder, sent Mac a sultry smile, then turned back to Violet.
“You’ve never seen anything like it, Vi,” she whispered. “It burns like hell at first, but then, just when you think it’s going to be excruciating, it does something to them.”
“It won’t hurt him, will it?”
“Only the burning, and believe me, it simply rouses the nerves to pain, like a spanking, and that’s what makes the next reaction so intense. We always do the lubricant first, because you can tell in a few strokes if there will be a bad reaction and can pull out.” She gestured with her head. “We keep a jug of distilled water with a pump behind Tyler’s bar if we have to do a fast enema. Regardless, you’ll want to do one on him later, clean out the oil.” She shot Violet a wicked grin. “He’s choice, Violet.
Kiera and I would love to sink our teeth into him and eat him in small, tasty bites.” They weren’t the only ones. Violet turned, now prepared, and walked toward Mac.
Walking with a strap-on was an experience she always enjoyed. Moving with slow, sensual steps enhanced the sensation against her own pussy, and made the hard rubber cock move in a more lifelike manner with her body’s movements. It made her feel powerful, eager to make Mac all hers by sliding those eight lubricated inches in his ass, consummate the bond between Mistress and male slave in a way that could not be denied.
Someone had set a short stool just behind him, and she thanked whoever it was for their foresight, her mind too muddled with lust to have calculated that the difference in their heights would require it for her to comfortably accommodate herself in him. The rigid line of his shoulders grew more so as she stepped up on it, her heeled sandals tapping on the wood surface.
Leila cried out. Across the room, Tyler stood behind her, had begun to smack her buttocks with a belt, leaving red stripes on her pert ass. The girl shuddered, stimulated already by the tableau going on before her as well as Collin, still suckling on her tight full breasts, now squeezed and distended in a parallel bar restraint to make them more sensitive. The head of Collin’s cock was so engorged it was nearly purple in its harness.
Kiera was choosing a cane from the wall that Violet was sure she would employ to increase the fervency of Collin’s efforts. Tamara perched on the couch, enjoying a full view of all groupings.
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It was dizzying, overwhelming, a synergy that was explosive and hot, just as it had been at the pool, this many people immersed in a symphony of sexual pleasure.
Violet was going to make sure that Mac would be the crescendo for them all.
She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaned forward to put her parted lips against his ear. “This is going to be a hard ride, Mackenzie,” she whispered. “Everything that happens to you here is my will, for your pleasure and my own. I’m going to fuck you hard, and there’s going to be nothing left for you to hold onto except me. I’m tearing everything away. From this moment forward, you’ll always know who your Mistress is, who holds the bit in your teeth.”
“Give it your best shot, sugar,” he said, that spasmodic quiver rippling through his tense muscles. He was scared, she could tell. Scared that she was right.
She knew she was.
Violet put one hand to his waist, the other under his arm. He was too broad to reach all the way across his chest, so she laid her palm over his heart, her fingertips on his sternum. Guiding the tip of the large cock in between his buttocks, she seated it against his anus with gentle, probing fingers.
As she did so, she pulled her body in closer to him, and the dildo eased in, meeting that initial resistance of the powerful sphincter muscle. Violet stopped, pressing light kisses to the base of his neck, short nibbles along the ridge of his shoulders, letting the oill Tamara had generously applied seep in, loosen up the passageway.