Chapter 18
Georgia
We’re directed around the main house then are picked up by a vehicle similar to a golf cart.
I’m given a coat to wear to fend off the wind.
I huddle within the bulk of my two men, feeling strangely excited and wary.
A group ahead of us exits their cart and strolls toward the rear building.
Everything here is lit up and through the tall, ceiling-height windows a hall is visible with a swimming pool and people milling about.
After we climb the small flight of steps, a woman dressed as a superhero opens the glass door from within, smiling at me then at Lazlo and Rafe.
The blue and red of her costume, the small cape, those are correct for the role, but the nipple and crotch areas are cut-away, and the steel anchor point clips placed at waist, thigh, and neck remind me of bondage gear.
I can’t help but stare at her mound where her hair is mostly lasered off, except for a blatantly curled S.
“Your costumes are in here. There is a safe available. I was told you have something to place in there?”
“I do. How do we know this is a safe safe though?” Lazlo looks from her to Rafael, who shrugs.
“Domino has provided for you, this safe.” she enunciates carefully in some accent I can’t quite place then walks inside, her rear swaying. Clearly, she assumes we will follow.
“That doesn’t prove anything though!” Lazlo waggles the folder he’s carrying. “Damn.”
“Just put it in the thing. Come on.”
“I’m going to have to get a signature or something.”
“You do that.”
Their to-and-fro banter makes me smirk, despite where we are going and what might…will, happen soon.
Once through the foyer, and with the folder locked in a safe chained to a delicate carved table, she indicates a small area to the left that’s cordoned off from the hall by a row of stone columns and the backs of chairs.
The costumes we were promised are waiting, hanging from a portable wardrobe on wheels.
Everything here seems antique or perhaps copies of something antique.
Carvings or inlaid decorations ornament the cupboard, the chairs, even the tables out around the pool.
The wall decoration someone is strapped to appears to be Celtic carved timber and also the…
whatever the fuck that is, where a woman bends over with her head and hands locked into a board?
A stock? That’s old too. I’m fascinated by the display because she’s being fucked from behind by two enthusiastic men in merman and shark costumes exchanging turns, and her breasts have something orange hanging from the nipples that look suspiciously like a swinging pair of piranhas. Those teeth are big and spiky.
Eeek. “What’s that she’s trapped in?”
She’s also a mermaid, judging by her trampled-on blue tail that’s in disarray at her bare feet.
“That is a pillory,” our female superhero tells me in her, probably, French accent. “We have a…a theme tonight of using the old stuff, you see?”
I nod. “I do see.”
“Time to get dressed.” Rafe delivers that in unison with a hearty smack on my ass and I yelp in surprise.
“This is yours?” Frowning, Lazlo holds out a dark angel costume.
The hanger has wings attached and a black stocking-and-fishnet bodysuit, elaborately embroidered with red details swirling at the neck and legs, as well as circling the breasts and crotch where the material has conveniently been vanished.
“I like.” Laslo nods, pursing his lips and looking impressed. “She puts it on here, I hope.”
“Yes. Strip and get dressed, and these little black wings too.” Rafael raises those. “Bare feet, please.”
Eyes rolling at how enthusiastic they are, I take the pieces of costume then look about. There is nowhere to hide and everyone in this hall is an exhibitionist, so I begin to strip.
Dress, bra, panties, shoes all come off, until I’m naked and I’m almost shocked the men aren’t pawing me but are instead patiently waiting with folded arms.
And keen eyes.
I slip on the bodysuit’s legs, drag it up high, and wriggle into the arm sleeves, then I don the wings with another wriggle of my shoulders.
I’m still trying to pull the stocking parts into shape, because my breasts have refused to go where they should, when they move in on me to either side.
I halt what I’m doing and hold my breath, wondering what they’re up to.
The sounds beyond, from the fifty or so other participants, dull. The whipping noises fade, the small cries, the thuds and slaps of body meeting body, the scream as someone orgasms.
Only my breathing counts, and the way my men are looking at me.
“Now...” Rafael unclasps my fingers from the material below my breasts and meticulously adjusts it, makes my breasts emerge from the embroidered holes, then he circles me with his hands on me—brushing over the tips of my breasts and following the contours of my body.
When his hand V’s around the back of my neck, I shiver and my nipples ache and crinkle in.
He waits there, behind me.
“Get on your knees. This little angel will now worship both of us with her mouth.”
So, this is what I have to do in exchange for the safeword.
“Lazlo, want her first?”
I lick my lips. Is this a test of some sort for him? Being okay with public sex and with making me do things for him?
“Kneel.” At the urging of Rafael’s hands on my shoulders, I drop to my knees and wait. And wait.
There’s a storm brewing in Lazlo’s eyes. As if a fire has been lit in there and it’s roiling around. Anger or lust, I cannot be sure.
Then he glances over my head at where Rafael stands.
“Fuck, yes.” And he unzips and sets free the biggest cock I’ve yet seen. It’s proudly erect and I’m a little scared of that being used inside me.
“Don’t worry.” The storm is replaced by a twinkle in his gorgeous eyes, and he murmurs quietly to me, “I promise not to wreck your mouth. Your cunt, though, is another matter.” He comes to me even as Rafael traps my wrists and ties them with some tape, swiftly, close and tight, and how did he know that I love tight bondage?
Time stills while my mind unravels the significance, remembering past loves—the good ones.
The lack of yielding, the solidness of the bondage means everything to me. It unlocks freedom for I have nothing left to lose when I’m tied up. Somehow that makes sense. Looseness in bondage has the opposite effect.
Except…I also need to trust the man, or men. I guess my subconscious knew this even if I could not say it.
I wait for him, already wet, and with my heart pounding because this has come crashing in and reminded me of everything I used to love about kink.
Before them. Before the assholes.
Then Lazlo grabs my hair and clamps it in at the back with his fist and the pain wrenches me back into the reality of now.
He brings his cock to my mouth and when I’ve opened wide, he pushes himself inside and waits a few moments before he mutters something dark and starts moving in and out. The head is most of what I’m taking in.
It still makes me gag.
Shallow, yes, but my mouth is stretched and our eyes lock, and as he grows bolder and shoves more into me, it feels as if all the space in my mouth is packed full of cock.
Both of us are new to this taboo of letting the world watch such an intimate act.
He growls and thrusts himself further in.
I choke out a noise, half a gargle, half god knows what.
“Oh fuck. This is just too. Fuck.” He groans and come squirts into my mouth. Then he’s gone, he’s pulled his cock from me, he’s stepped away, hissing and swearing.
“I’m fucking forty-five and I just premat… Fuck.”
Rafael has squatted behind me. He nuzzles and bites my nape then ear lobe.
“You don’t swallow. I want to feel his come in you while I do this.
” He straightens, caressing the side of my neck where he bit me.
“It can be overwhelming the first time you do it like this, with a girl as fucking sexy as ours is. Voyeurism and exhibitionism are bread and butter to fraternity events. Think you can go again later? Or are you done with this and want to go home?”
Is that a burn? Yes, it is.
Lazlo turns back to us, having wiped his dick clean using a cloth and a basin of water our superhero showed him. He looks ready to put Rafael in a headlock until he breaks into a chuckle.
“In her, you asshole? Oh I can and I will. Am I allowed to punish her for making me come too easily?” The storm is back in his eyes with added lightning.
“You can and it might be compulsory. Though I reserve her fine ass for some added whipping.”
Lazlo laughs, swipes back his hair, and reties the ponytail he wears that has slipped loose. “Yeahhhh, baby. I’ve never had a woman who wanted that. You want it, don’t you?”
Memories well up and I recall the feel, the sting, of a man’s belt landing on me. Do I want it? I suck in my lower lip, try to pull my wrists apart, relishing that lack of give.
“No or yes?” He goes behind me, crouches and wraps both hands around my collared neck before he slowly goes down my back using his teeth, biting me through the bodysuit.
I’m wriggling and squeaking by the time he stops at my hip.
Slickness leaks and wets my inner thighs.
Most of the come in my mouth has been swallowed.
He rises and pulls my face around, so I have to see him, runs a finger along my mouth and smiles as a trace of his come makes it slide. “Answer me.”
My nostrils flare while I decide what to say, then I whisper, “Yes.”
“And this too?” He holds aside my bound hands and lowers himself to takes one large bite of my ass that leaves me gasping and dribbling the last of his come to the floor for I’ve jolted forward and only Rafael catching me stops me from overbalancing.
“Yes!” Fuck. I crane my head around to find him smiling as he traces the bite mark.
This is going to be a night to remember.
“My mouth, now.” Rafaels rights me and positions his bared cock, the soft head probing at my lips except…I hesitate.