Chapter 32
Carefully,Luca sets me down on the edge of the plush platform. Smoothing my hair, he insists, “Let me get you some water, my belle.”
A round brass table by the platform contains full pitchers, crystal glasses, lube, condoms, vibrators, and wipes. It’s what we usually have here, but Luca has quadrupled the supplies for our guests.
While he fetches my drink, I get my bearings, still dizzy, still buzzing, my skin alight with the last scene with Soriya.
I search for her and find her naked in Jameson’s lap. They’re lounging, kissing, and recovering.
Nick looks intrigued. He’s focused on Zar, who’s dutifully standing by his cross on the wall, waiting for Luca. But what traps Nick’s stare is Zar’s hard nudity with his hands clasped behind his back. He strips for this next part, and the sight is mouth-watering.
I scan left, and Daniel’s still playing with Charlie, his hand disappearing under her black panties. It’s sweet how he takes care of her. Titillating her. Worshipping her. Whispering in her ear and making her laugh, then moan while he nuzzles her neck.
Beside them, though?
Silas is serving Eily. More like she’s serving him her pussy in his face. Standing on the chair, she straddles his mouth, grabbing his long hair. “Please, Silas, yes. I need to come. Yes, make me come. Oh god, yes. Like that. Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
It sounds like Silas is moaning and chuckling into his wife’s hungry sex, able to quickly satisfy her with his tongue because she shakes, crying out, “Silas!” So, he grabs her buttocks, holding her over his mouth until she’s thoroughly relieved.
“Thank you.” She collapses on top of him. “God, I needed that.” She kisses him, and she’s so cute.
I understand. We’ve created so much pent-up desire in the room.
It has Redix fingering Cade, their mouths moaning into their kiss.
It has Mateo and Stacey stroking Ford. He’s in the center, praising them while they watch us.
Vivian seems heated, too.
She’s stripped off her dress. Poor woman must’ve been sweating like a whore in church. No, wait, that’s me. It is getting warm in here, though, in the best way because Vivian’s nipples are hard under her coral lace bra. Her matching panties capture my glance, too.
Damn, she’s hot, and I’m clearly in heat. I must be ovulating like those mating lions Zar always teases us about.
Luca returns, squatting before me, offering a full glass with a straw, and I obey. I drink the whole thing for him.
“My belle.” He rubs my thigh. “Do you want more?”
Is he kidding?
HIF #21: I don’t want more. I want it ALL.
I reach for his fingers on my leg. Though mine are bound, I grab his and gently squeeze, answering, “Til death do us part, Luca.”
Like a flashbulb, a smile brightens his face. It hits his eyes, too. They sparkle.
Guess that was the right answer.
He gently takes my lips in a long kiss before he stands, taking the glass of water while his steps aim for the cabinet in the opposite corner.
I take the moment to check on Zar again. While Luca’s not looking, I blow him a kiss. He pecks the air back. We do this all the time. When we take breaks, we can be so disobedient, and it’s fun.
Now that our friends know, I can imagine all the fun we can share with them. Not just nights like this. I want days shared on the beach. I want barbecues and babies. I want birthday parties and beer around a fire pit. I want to bitch about the families we love and the jobs we enjoy. Hell, I want to pick paint colors for a house.
Who the fuck am I?
Ruby’s right. I am getting fucked senseless…
And I haven’t even been fucked yet.
I make myself chuckle, but when I see Luca returning, I’m stunned by arousal. His cock is rousing again. He’s got that dark look in his eyes. A long gold bar with gold leather cuffs hangs in his grasp, and I know what it is, though we haven’t used one before.
Without a word, Luca kneels on the platform before me. Uncuffing my wrists from my thighs, he takes a moment to rub them, making sure my restraints aren’t too tight.
“Luca,” I answer the flash of concern in his eyes, so he continues with my consent.
Leaning down, he buckles a cuff around my right ankle. Adjusting the metal bar to my width, it spreads my thighs almost as wide as they’ll go before he secures the end of the bar with its cuff to my other ankle.
Of course, he leaves my heels on while softly commanding, “Lie down, Belle.” With my wrists free, I lower to my elbows before I rest on my back.
The black leather platform is warm, supple, full of salacious memories, and about to make more.
Lifting the spreader bar from its center, Luca slowly pushes my knees toward my chest, and the thrill, my shameless display, makes me eager, my body singing for this degradation.
I submit my wrist cuffs for him to bind to the center of the bar. The clicks of the gold snap hooks send goosebumps down my arms.
Then, Luca rises from the platform, and I breathe in his heated gaze. I feel what his eyes covet. I’m bound, my sex splayed open, my heeled feet in the air, my thighs braced far apart with my hands able to grasp the golden bar between them.
“Scarlett,” he sighs, lingering his fingertips down the back of my thigh. “You’re so beautiful for me.” Slowly drawing his touch through my slick, spread lips, his reverence for my vulnerability opens me more. There’s nothing I won’t do with him. I can feel Luca’s love, his stare burning my entrance, warm air licking at the void he hasn’t filled yet tonight.
Luca makes me live, dying for him.
“Stay,” he commands. “Let them stare at what’s mine and wet and waiting for me to fuck.”
He pulls me by my thighs to the edge of the platform. I’m spread-eagled, my arousal dripping down my cheeks. I can’t see my audience, but I can feel them. Their stares are flicking my raw, exposed clit.
I’ve made Luca raging hard again. Leisurely, he strokes himself at the platform’s edge, insisting, “Tell everyone who you are, Scarlett.”
“I’m your whore, Master,” I answer. My nipples scream it, too. “I’m your whore who’s wet and waiting for you to use me, to fuck me, please.” I pause, caught in the devil and delight in his eyes. “And I’ll be your wife, too, wanting you like this forever.”
His nostrils flare, but his eyes soften. “I love you,” he rumbles, wanting to take me now. He’s hard for everyone to watch, but like he’s proven for years, he can wait. He can take care of the ones he cares for first.
Kissing the inside of my ankles in the air, he leaves me exposed to everyone, for the clicking camera, too.
But in this luscious, degrading position, I can turn my head and watch him like everyone else does, I assume. Or they’re staring at my shameless glistening pussy and vulnerable ass. Probably both while I admire Luca’s cut, naked ass flexing for my delight.
He aims for Zar, making Nick turn in his chair because it’s a powerful sight. Luca’s hard and naked. Zar’s hard and naked. Their skin tones are similar, their appearance, too, but their roles are opposite.
Shoving Zar to his knees, Luca demands, “Make this cock so fucking hard for you. For the punishment you want.”
Zar eagerly obeys, grabbing Luca’s thighs. He chokes on his length like he’s been starving, but really, it’s his pain he seeks because Luca lets him do it until Zar gags. He drools and moans. Then Luca drags him up and slams him back against his cross, the padded X on the wall. Binding Zar’s wrists, Luca straps his ankles to the cross next. It spreads Zar open, similar to me, with his sex, his eyes, hungry and desperate for Luca, too.
I glance at Nick. Is he okay with this? I don’t know him yet, but I worry.
Luca does, too. After he retrieves his red and black leather flogger from the cabinet, he approaches Nick.
“This is what he wants,” Luca tells him. “It’s what I need, too.” He pauses, something tender filling Luca’s eyes. “But I need your permission. If you want to join us, I need your consent, too.”
Nick nods, his stare finding Zar’s.
But Zar doesn’t speak. He’s a good sub. He looks willing and wanting, so Nick answers, “Yes, he wants this, and I want it, too. You have my permission to please him. Show me how he likes it.”
Luca nods before he turns to drag his flogger down Zar’s bound body, making Nick’s eyes fill with wonder. I’m sure others do, too, but I can only turn my head to see Nick, Jameson, and Soriya on my right.
Soriya admires Luca. Jameson does, as well, but he keeps glancing at my exposed pussy. Jameson’s seen it before. He’s fucked me before. But Luca’s right.
No one but Luca owns me now.
And with the first whizzing thwack of his flogger, Luca proves it. All eyes are on him and Zar. Because their dance is practiced, it’s perfect. It’s tough and tender. How Luca whips Zar’s naked thighs. How Zar groans for it. How sweat starts to sheen across Luca’s muscles, and Zar’s muscular body shines the same.
They can do this for so long. I’ve watched, marveled, and come watching them. Because Zar’s cock curves up, hard and begging for it. Because Luca gives Zar the sight he craves, too. This makes Luca’s cock so hard he drips when he whips him.
But it’s more intense and intimate because they no longer do this out of guilt. Or grief. They’re free now. They do this all out of love.
“Do you love this?” Luca requires.
“Yes, my Owner.” Zar writhes, holding back his release.
“Do you love me?”
“Yes, my Owner.”
Precum drips from Zar’s tip, and it makes me wet. Their pleasure would arouse anyone. I hear the heavy breath, the stirring bodies in the room. I search the mirrors and see many roused stares in the reflection between Zar’s cross and my tower.
Is it Zar’s desire? Is it Luca’s torture? Is it Zar’s greedy cock? Is it Luca’s broad muscles ripping across his naked back? I study our guests. I read people well, and the revering look in their eyes makes my core ache, too.
It’s hard to define.
It’s Luca.
He’s a molten explosion. A volcanic wonder. His heat. His power. His force. He’s destruction and creation. He’s everything you fear and need.
God, I love him.
We love him.
“Show him!” Luca commands Zar. “Show your man how much you love my whip. Show him how you come for my pain. For my pleasure.”
Zar groans with his nose down, his eyes glaring, but his lips shake.
“Now!” Luca roars.
His last lash is brutal. It’s what Zar often begs for. It strikes Zar’s raw cock, and he cries out, fountains of his cum, spurting, splattering the bare wood floors beneath our torture chambers. “Yes!” Zar roars and Luca gives him one more with a backhand of his flogger. One more stinging whip. One more ferocious swipe of pleasure. One more creamy release.
“That is hot as fuck.” I hear Silas’s praise.
“Bloody right,” Daniel growls.
“Mmmm.” Ford sounds impressed, aroused, too.
“Yes, it is,” Nick agrees. He accepts, and it’s what Zar needs to hear. He’s panting. He’s sweating, but he smiles at him. Then, he smiles at Luca, who tenderly kisses his cheek before he unbinds him, guiding him to rest and recover with Nick.
Tossing his flogger on the floor, Luca looks possessed, his pecs heaving, and I chew my lip.
Everyone’s quiet.
Everyone’s anticipating.
He stalks toward the cabinet. Off the glass shelf, he grabs a large gold bowl. I’ve never seen it; wanton worry crawling between my thighs, wondering what it is.
Luca aims my way. He sets the large bowl on the platform beside me before he situates our bodies such that I’m in his lap, between his thighs, my head resting against his erection.
Memories of our first Saturday night flood my body. It feels so long ago, but my heart trusts him the same.
He pinches my nipples, making me groan while he demands, “Who will give my future wife pleasure while I give her a little pain?”
“Oh fuck,”I mutter, loving this, realizing what he’s about to do.
A sultry voice answers, “I’ve always wanted to.”
Oh my god, it’s Stacey.
I hear her heels click my way, then I see her in the mirrors on the ceiling above us, then on the horizon between my legs spread open by a golden bar. Ford and Mateo approach, too, standing much taller behind her.
Stacey caresses my open thighs. “I think we have a show to finish, don’t we?” She smiles, and I nod.
Looking like a sex kitten, her blonde hair is piled in a messy French twist. Her large breasts spill from her black bra before Ford pulls the cups down, giving us a lip-licking look at them. Mateo drags her panties down, too, but leaves them around her ankles.
It happens so fast. Mateo bends her over. “Our woman needs to taste what she’s been fantasizing about.” Grabbing her hip, he makes her hands brace on either side of me, his other hand shoving her gorgeous face into my open pussy, while he shares, “She tells us about it while we fuck her ass like this.”
“Oh my god!” I cry out to the carnal compliment. To the pleasure of her tongue meeting my clit. To her moans while Mateo claims her. To Luca, spraying my nipples with cold saline water to clean them and his fingers holding a platinum bar.
They must’ve prepped Stacey already. She’s not in pain. She’s loving it. She’s moaning, licking my excited clit while her men kiss, and Mateo fucks her.
And I gaze up at Luca, trapped in this pleasure and trust. I trust Luca’s care. I trust this will bind us even more. I trust that he’ll wait to re-pierce me until Stacey makes me come.
I do not doubt this man’s love for me.
I’m certain of our lust, too.
Luca’s erection presses against my neck, and Ford’s soars hard, watching Mateo take Stacey’s ass. Then Ford taunts her; he taunts me, “Our woman’s never eaten a pussy before, but she sure wants yours. Since our show for you, she’s wanted to taste you. We make her come confessing it.”
Stacey moans, and my thighs start shaking. My eyes anchor to Luca’s staring down at me with such love, such desire, while Stacey’s plump lips eagerly suck my clit with Mateo thrusting, nudging her face deeper into my pleasure. “Lick it,” Mateo taunts her. “Let me see your tongue flick her clit for me.”
“Luca.” I need him. The pleasure. The pain. I need it all. I’m almost there. My core is binding tight.
And when Ford nudges Mateo aside, taking his turn with Stacey, sharing her ass, my edge is razor thin. I’m going to fall into Luca’s eyes and Stacey’s ravenous mouth.
“Luca,” I beg him, and he adores me, pressing the cold bar poised against my tender nipple. He’s found the original mark we created and is ready to retake it.
Smack. Ford spanks Stacey’s ass. “Eat that pussy,” Ford orders her. “Come on, our little slut. Make her come while I make you come fucking your tight ass.” He spanks her again, and she moans, and I let go.
“I’m coming,” I cry out. I can’t stay quiet. Lightning sparks in my sex like the light in Luca’s eyes. I stare up at him, and he does it.
“Forever, my belle.” He pierces me, and I scream. I come to a soft, fluttering tongue on my clit and a sharp, fiery pain in my nipple. The ecstasy. The agony. White light takes my vision. Quickly, Luca re-pierces my other nipple, too, making my orgasm scream longer through my body, making the bar rattle between my shaking thighs, making Stacey groan like she’s coming, too, staggering back into Ford.
I can barely focus, my vision blurred but I catch how Mateo sweeps Stacey into his arms. They disappear from my view because I can only gaze up at Luca, who gently caresses my flushed cheek.
My nipples are hot and tender, like the look in Luca’s eyes. “Do you want more, my belle?” He soothes me, but I’m on fire.
“Don’t stop,” I demand. He cocks a dark eyebrow. “Please, Master, give me more.”
Luca knows what I ultimately want and will happily endure every pleasure to get it.
He frees my wrists from the bar before shifting our bodies around again. I’m like a chained rag-doll in his grasp. He puts me on all fours, on my hands and knees in a whirl, with the row of chairs on my left, my stare facing my tower.
The bar still spreads my thighs. Arousal dribbles down my legs. My sex is exposed and pulsing for more. My breasts sting. My neck, my wrists, my thighs, they’re still bound in cuffs.
I love this.
Tugging my hair, Luca kneels behind me, making me turn my head toward our guests. His taunt is vulgar and devoted. “Who wants her next?”
“We do.”
The voice is deep, masculine, and lulling with a sexy Southern drawl. I find my focus and see Silas carrying Eily my way.
“Put her under her,” Luca respectfully commands Silas. “Let your wife taste her, too. I need her pussy soaking wet for this.”
“My pleasure,” Eily offers with a sexy grin. Silas sets her down on the platform, and she crawls under me, turning sideways on the platform, too. Silas kneels between Eily’s legs. He’s hard and looks eager to watch us.
I’m in that trance state again, euphoric, but I have enough logic to guess correctly, to love what Luca’s about to do to me.
He rustles behind me. I can hear him and see in the reflection how he’s rolling a condom on before he snaps open a bottle of lube. He coats his hungry cock and fingers with it.
“Help me get my whore ready,” he kindly orders Eily. “She needs to want this so bad because this hurts so good.”
“I can’t reach her.” Eily sort of giggles, and Luca softly chuckles. Silas grins, too, patiently stroking his impressive cock while he watches us arrange our bodies to fit.
I glance around the room, and all eyes are on us. They can watch the profile of our bodies lining up to do this.
Unlatching my ankles from the spreader bar, Luca tosses it aside. With a clank, it lands on the rug. Gently pressing down on the small of my back, he offers my pussy to Eily’s mouth. “Let her pleasure you, my belle, while I get your tight ass ready to be fucked by me and our friends.”
Yes, I heard that right.
Yes, it’s what I want. It’s so obscene; I love it.
And yes, it takes every ounce of trust, love, and pride to do this, and that’s all I ever feel with Luca now. I want to thank him, to kiss him, but his fingers are too fast, and Eily’s tongue is too good.
Luca penetrates my tightest hole while Eily laves over my clit, and I moan, lust blooming goosebumps down my flesh. I want to taste Eily, too, to pleasure her, but she’s too petite. We’re in the hottest sixty-nine, but our bodies don’t align. I just have to submit and squat over her face and let her do what she enjoys, too. Because she spreads her thighs for Silas to admire her slick cunt, and he does.
“Such a cute little slut for me,” he praises, and his voice makes Eily moan into my folds, her tongue expertly working my clit. Where Stacey felt new, like she was exploring me, Eily’s mouth is deft and delicious.
Yes, in her sixsome, she has acquired some skills.
Confirming my guess, Silas taunts her, “You can’t get enough of this, can you, my naughty wife? You like to give as much as you get.”
Yes, she does. I moan, staring at Silas’s seductive body while I feel his wife’s tongue lavish figure eights over my clit. It’s heaven as Luca coaxes, “Yes, my belle loves this, too. She loves being used.” Pumping his fingers in my ass, he admires Eily’s efforts and her moans. Mine, too. “Yes, that’s it. Good girls. Get her ready for my cock.”
I am. I really am.
Straddling my legs with his, Luca hovers, barely urging inside my ass while he demands, “Look at our guests, my belle. Let them see how much you love this. How my whore craves my cock fucking her ass.”
Oh my god. My eyes find Jameson’s, and I moan my submission. I moan, letting the man I’m destined to be with, the man I love, claim me before his eyes.
Luca always burns. He always stretches. He always pleasures. He always hurts before he heals, but Eily’s gentle suck of my clit makes the pain pleasing.
“Luca, yes.” I start begging him. “Master, yes.” I can take it. I want it.
With Eily’s help, he opens me. He breeches me, going past that stinging ring while Eily sucks my clit harder, and I scream, my thighs shaking, my sudden, shattering orgasm surprising me.
“Fuck yes, take her ass like an animal,” Silas admires Luca crouched over me, grabbing my hips, humping and thrusting while I’m panting, staring at Daniel. He looks voracious, like a hungry wolf watching us, too.
They’re all watching Luca fuck my ass like a wild initiation, and it feels like one. “Yes, Scarlett,” Luca growls. “Take it. Take all of me. Moan for my cock in your ass, my belle. Tell them how you love it.”
And I do. “Yes, Luca, I love it. I love you.” My submission complete. My pledge sealed.
I belong to Luca Mercier.
Eily kisses my clit like she’s leaving as Luca seats deep inside me, making breath hard for me to find. My thighs shake. I can’t escape his blinding pressure, his maddening pleasure. All I can feel is him and the ache in my pussy for him to fill, too.
Luca gently lifts my shoulders, hugging my back to his chest and grabbing my neck. Thrusting into my ass, he sounds cruel and caring, his lips pressed to my ear, “Ma flamme, do I burn inside you as you do inside me?”
“Yes, Luca.” From the tips of my ears to my toes.
“Do I satisfy? Am I all you deserve? All you can take and love?”
“Yes, Luca.” I’m dripping. “Forever.”
“Thank you.” Luca controls his tone, addressing Silas, “Please thank your lovely wife for me while I fuck my bride.”
It’s so crude and cute. How Silas yanks Eily to the edge of the platform. She squeals with delight before he mounts her, taunting, “So hungry for cunts and my cock, aren’t you, baby girl?” Then he starts fucking her, making her cry out, wrapping around him while Luca turns our bodies.
He turns my chin, too, flooding me with a kiss that takes my senses while his hips don’t stop, his hand moving from my neck to caress my jeweled breast.
Is he fucking me in the ass for all to watch? Yes.
Am I in orgasmic heaven? Hell yes.
“Stud,” he summons Zar, who appears moments later. Without his command, Zar knows. He lowers, his mouth finding my clit to lavish while Luca ravishes my ass, and I groan from depths few achieve. It doesn’t take long. This orgasm will destroy me. My shaking eyes search our admiring audience. I’m getting my ass fucked for them, and the man who owns me, who loves me, knows my next cry. His name shreds my voice while he holds me tight, letting me gush in his grasp and over Zar’s awaiting mouth.
“Give me her cum,” Luca demands, and Zar rises. In an almost kiss, he shares my watery reward with Luca, dripping it over his lips. I watch in the mirror and can’t stop moaning.
They’re so beautiful together; we’re so beautiful together.
I expect Luca to keep going, to make me come again like this, and I will, but he pulls out, leaving me gaping from his claim.
I’m kneeling, panting, open, and not sure what’s next. Then, Luca lies down beside me, on his back, before he snaps off the condom, tossing it on the floor.
“Crawl on top, my belle,” he summons me, gripping his surging shaft. “Give me that beautiful pussy. It’s mine.”
Yes, finally. I swing my trembling leg over and straddle Luca. Then, suddenly, wildly, he pulls me into him. Into his kiss. Down on his body. Taking his cock, his heart, his life, his future, his everything. Luca wraps his arms around me, driving inside me, filling me, overwhelming me, making happy tears leak from my eyes.
“Do you want more?” His lips brush mine. “Can I give my sexy bride, my future wife, my beautiful whore, my best friend, ma flamme, my Scarlett, everything she desires?”
I lift, bracing my hands beside him, his diamond sparkling on my finger, his crystal eyes shining beneath me, too, and I answer the heaven and hell in his eyes.
“Luca.”