27. Free
Chapter twenty-seven
Free
(Dante)
My scantily clothed wife leads me to a private room down a hidden passage behind the kitchen, pulling me along firmly, dick first.
She knocks loudly before entering the unmarked door, tugging me along like a naughty puppy, dressed in nothing but my shoes.
It’s more spacious inside than I expected. A fully kitted-out sex dungeon, stocked with even better equipped than our one at home. Hooks and whips and toys and cages—we are clearly in the right place.
The music from upstairs trickles down, softened but ever-present. It’s not loud enough to drown out the sound of my pounding heartbeat, though.
Breathe, Dante.
Alessio is already there, shirtless on the couch, flute of champagne in hand. Beside him, Rani and Adira appear to be locked in an intense conversation, holding hands and whispering to each other.
All three look up as we enter, cheering and clapping as Danica parades me before them like I’m a show pony, my semi-hard cock on a leash.
It’s a bit awkward, for me at least, but I give myself over to Danica’s direction, letting her lead me.
There is nobody I trust more in the world.
Nobody I trust more to give me exactly what I need.
What I crave deep down.
So deep down that I’ve never dared voice it until recently.
The need to be Don Fera falls away with each step through that doorway.
Here, surrounded by the people I trust most in this world, I don't have to be strong.
Don't have to make decisions.
Don't have to protect anyone.
I can just...be.
Just Dante.
Just a body.
A body with needs.
“Now, isn’t that a beautiful sight,” Adira remarks, clapping her hands together enthusiastically as we draw closer. “May I?” she asks Danica, reaching for the leash as my wife nods.
When she gets up from the couch, my jaw nearly drops to the floor; Adira is dressed in a deep-red baby doll lingerie dress that barely covers her ass as it fans out over her curves in layers of sheer lace.
Her voluptuous breasts spill over the top, barely contained by the flimsy fabric. Oh god, I just want to touch her.
Wordlessly, my bride hands me over like I’m a real pet, kissing Adira with such passion that you’d think they haven’t seen each other in years instead of just minutes.
And I? I just stand there like a horny spectator. Mesmerized. I am unable to tear my eyes away from the way their bodies respond to each other. Like long-lost lovers finally found.
With a final “be good,” Danica leaves me to my desires, dropping down beside Alessio on the couch to accept a glass of champagne. Instantly, Don Santoro’s hands are all over my bride, tracing the thin fabric of her new lingerie, exploring the textures, pinching her scantily-covered nipples.
My semi-erection is no longer so semi, growing along with my humiliation as Adira tugs me, dick first, to where Rani has gotten up to run her fingers over the various devices of pain and pleasure mounted on the walls, taking stock.
Adira holds my leash taut, reaching up to kiss her partner. “Look what I’ve brought you, my love.”
“Ah, a willing slave,” Rani remarks as she takes a whip from the wall—a thick braided nylon bullwhip that uncoils like a long snake.
Dressed in a skintight PVC black body suit and tall-as-fuck heels, Rani looks like a Dominatrix fantasy in her second outfit for the night. It fits her so well. I can’t stop thinking about how she got into that suit in the first place. It looks impossibly tight.
But I don’t have much time for thoughts. Rani unrolls the whip, cracking it expertly, loudly, and I jump involuntarily. And so does my cock.
“See for yourself. He bruises so beautifully.” Adira runs her long fingernails over my bare chest, teasing me, lingering over my new hickey.
It’s been a while since we played together, not since she spent all those days at the mansion, training Danica in the basics of Domme-life with me as the willing guinea pig.
But my body still remembers her touch—soft yet firm at the same time.
Rani, however, we’ve never played together. But her reputation precedes her. She’s considered one of the best in the city in all matters pain-related. A shiver runs up my spine at the mere thought.
“And his Mistress consents?” Rani looks over to Danica on the couch beside Alessio, their eyes firmly glued to me as they playfully grope each other. I can’t help but notice his open zip, that thick cock wrapped in Danica’s palm while they watch the two Dommes circle me like prey.
My wife nods, smiling mischievously as she gives the duo the okay.
“Please go ahead. I’m sure he’s looking forward to it,” Danica responds before turning to me. “You good, Tesoro?”
I nod enthusiastically. “Yes, Ma’am.” Nervous as hell, but good.
“Well, in that case, won’t you help me get him ready?” Rani asks Adira, and the Dommes make quick work of tying my wrists to a hook above my head.
“Be a good boy now. Tap out when it gets too much, okay?” It’s Adira, being so sweet, kissing my lips softly before pulling the satin blindfold over my eyes. The world goes dark.
This is it.
My gift.
Oh, Dio mio, I’m nervous.
We’ve been discussing a free-use scene for a long time, but finding the right partners seemed like an impossible task.
But today, right now, it is time.
Everything has been planned.
I can’t believe this is really happening.
Tied to the ceiling, I’m at the mercy of the four of them. Sure, I have my safe word, I always do, and they have full consent, but it doesn’t make the anticipation any less nerve-wracking.
I feel so exposed, standing before them, tied up and cock out.
Yet it’s exhilarating.
Anything could happen.
Well, almost anything.
Submission settles into my bones like a familiar companion. I clear my mind. Let go. “Yes, Miss.”
“Mistress,” Rani corrects me, voice stern, harsh.
“Yes, Mistress.”
I shiver as the untangled whip is dangled over my shoulder, tickling my skin. The calm before the storm. But I’m ready.
“Take a deep breath,” Rani instructs, her breath warm on my skin.
I do as I’m told, trying to brace for impact. But when you can’t see what’s coming, the anticipation reaches near-unbearable levels. My skin is tingling, and nobody has even touched me!
The sound reaches me a fraction of a second after the first lash lands on my ass with perfect precision.
I exhale all the air I’ve been holding, my lungs burning as much as my behind.
Fuck!
It stings like a motherfucker!
My skin is hot, almost burning, but still intact. Rani knows what she’s doing.
“She can whip a fly off a glass without breaking the glass,” Adira once bragged.
The second lash cracks through the air like thunder and lands across the back of my thighs, instantly setting my skin on fire.
Groaning like a caged beast, I pull on the restraints holding me, slumping against them as my knees weaken, threatening to fail me.
“Count with me,” Rani demands, and I obediently croak out a “three” and a “four,” each with diminishing strength.
My back feels warm, my ass aches…but my mind, my mind finally calms down as I sink into the familiar feeling of the pain, a singular thought that blacks out everything else, soothing the edges of my restlessness.
I exhale deeply, counting my way through ten out loud. Just as Danica trained me to do.
Lash 11 breaks the skin—I can feel it.
Oh god. The pain. It hurts so much. So much more than anything has hurt in a long time—physically, at least.
“Still no safe word?” Rani asks in a snarky tone. “You’re a wild man.”
My only response is an unintelligible grunt.
The whip moves but doesn’t come down again.
“Shall we give him a bit of a pain break?” It’s Danica. She sounds concerned, but she needn’t be. I want to tell her, but I have no words. My brain is pure mush.
There are kissing sounds, but no more whip sounds. Danica’s familiar hands feel so tender as her soft kisses pepper my burning skin, soothing the fire. Her scent makes me feel safe. Grounds me.
“You okay, baby?” she asks, kissing my neck.
“Sì,” I manage, forgetting the English word altogether.
I gasp as someone’s lips close around the tip of my cock, licking me like a lollipop. It’s Alessio. I would know that tongue anywhere.
A loud groan tears from my lips as he licks my shaft around the leash before carefully taking the leather harness off.
“We’re going to ruin you, amore mio,” my first love promises before he swallows my entire dick in a move that makes my eyes roll back in my blindfolded skull.
“Careful, you know what that mouth does to him,” Danica teases, flicking a finger at one of my nipples.
Much to my dismay, Alessio spits me out again, playfully slapping my ass before unhooking my wrists from the ceiling without untying them from each other. “You heard the Missus.”
“Bring him here,” Danica orders, and I’m led in the direction of what I assume is the bed. I only briefly saw it when we entered earlier—massive and on top of a cage. But we won’t be using the cage tonight.
“Look how beautiful you are, so perfect, so good,” Danica coos, bending me over the bed and spreading my whip-bruised ass cheeks apart before her. Before everyone.
The praise coats my skin in tingly feelings, and I sink deeper into the bed.
It feels nice to give my legs a break.
But I know it’s no time for resting.
“I think it’s time I fuck my husband, don’t you?” my Queen asks, and a shudder of anticipation sneaks up my spine.
“Per favore,” a plea so soft, I’m sure she didn’t hear, but Danica clearly did.
With familiar care, she slips a lubed finger into my hole, preparing me for the thick silicone strap-on I feel pressing against my thighs shortly after. She must have put it on during my whipping.
A second finger fills me, and then she pulls out quickly, smearing my entrance with even more lube.
My eyes are still blindfolded, heightening my other senses, especially touch. I feel every point of contact, every thrust inside me.
With difficulty, I focus on my breathing as my wife slowly pushes her cock inside me, fucking me for the first time since becoming legally hers.
Fucking me while the others watch.
Fucking me as I shamelessly come undone.
A loud moan echoes through the room, mine, as Danica stretches my ass around her.
So full, oh god. My hard cock presses uncomfortably into the bed under me, but I don’t move—I’m not sure I even can.
“Such a pretty little slut, aren’t we?” Danica whispers in my ear, fucking me into the bed, each thrust deeper, longer than the first.
I try my best not to clench, to think about the pleasure instead of the pain, but it’s hard to focus on anything when every feeling seems to demand my attention simultaneously.
My mind is lost in sub-space somewhere when Danica suddenly pulls out, too quickly, leaving my head spinning and me empty.
Not for long.
“Your turn,” she says to someone, tagging them in as she lies down beside me, stroking my cheek affectionately.
He doesn’t have to speak for me to know it’s Alessio taking over from Danica. I can smell his cologne, for one, but mostly, I know the shape of him, the feel of his cock inside me, thick and warm, perfect.
Alessio chuckles softly in my ear as he pushes himself inside me. “Congratulations on your marriage, Don Fera.”
I’m still trying to get used to the discomfort when he pulls me off the bed, still inside me, holding me up with both arms as someone else slips a condom over my cock. I don’t know who, not until Alessio pulls out and throws me onto the bed. How is he this strong?
Someone undoes the ties binding my wrists together, only to stretch my arms apart and secure me to the bed posts, spread to all four corners.
At first, I think it’s Danica, but I quickly realize it must be Adira as someone else climbs onto the bed with me to massage my condom-covered cock.
Keeping me firmly in her grip, Adira guides me inside her.
Fuck! She feels amazing.
I can’t move, can’t do anything other than just lie there as Goddess Adira bounces up and down on my cock like she’s riding a stallion through the mountains.
After this moment, it becomes hard to keep track of what happens when.
I lose myself time and time again.
In pleasure.
In pain.
In the pure bliss that comes from giving one’s brain cells a rest.
The room is a mix of moans and groans and utterings of desire that have no name. I wish I could witness it. Wish I could see them all play together. But Danica will tell me every little detail later on.
Who knows how much time passes?
I hear Danica’s cries of orgasm multiple times, but none by my doing.
My own cum lies smeared all over my body, over the sheets, the floor, as time and again they milk me dry to the point of agonizing overstimulation.
It’s all a blur.
My senses are overwhelmed; it’s impossible to tell where one climax begins and another one ends.
I know the nursing handjob is Adira, repositioning me and instructing me to suck on her full breasts while jerking me off with rapid movements.
I know Alessio came over my stomach at some point with a deep, throaty grunt.
That Danica spit on my hole before plunging into my ass again, my knees pressed up next to my ears…
Rani is nowhere to be found, though.
Not until someone undoes my wrists and drags me onto the floor by my ankles.
My legs don’t remember how to do their job and I fall to the floor, bent over. Before I can move, my cock is trapped under the foot of a shoe.
A howl of pain rips through my body. What the fuck?
“Enough pleasure, I’d say.” It’s Rani. Dio mio.
“Finish him,” Danica encourages, sounding far away.
Moments later, I feel the unmistakable sting of a cane on my bruised ass, and I cry out in agony. The cane always causes such destruction. Instantly.
Still bent over, I remain kneeling on the floor as Rani hits me again and again until I know I’m bleeding, the warm liquid running down to my thighs. I want her to simultaneously stop immediately and never stop at all.
It’s everything I need. I feel free.
Sometime later, the cane-wielding Mistress grabs me by my collar, pulling me to my shaky knees.
I go where I’m guided, still blinded, in the dark.
“Well, well, well…” is all Rani says as she taps my hard cock with the cane.
I try to steady myself, but everything goes red and then black as soon as that cane touches my sensitive head.
The pain is excruciating!
Fuck!
Exhausted, circuits overflowing, I collapse on the floor in a puddle of blood and cum, content.
No more.
I can take no more.
The pain burns through my body without any sign of letting up, making me dizzy, woozy, as I trip out on endorphins.
Finally, I reach for my safe word, the only word I have left in my mind.
Danica stops the scene immediately, wrapping her arms around me as she lies down on the floor beside me. My ears tickle as she whispers proudly, “What a pretty mess you are.”
The world shines in color behind my closed eyes. I have no words, just rapid, short breaths.
Bliss. Pure bliss.