A Turn of the Screwed (19 page)

She moaned around the ball gag as the guy laughed. “Fuck, that’s hot. I’m going to go home and bang my lady.” She was aware of him doing something to her nipples, maybe marking them from the feel of it. Then, suddenly, Keith fell still with his cock deep inside her and flipped the vibrator setting to high.

A sharp, searing pain filled her right nipple as she screamed against the ball gag, an orgasm hitting her at the same time.

“That’s it, baby,” Keith said. “Scream for me. It’ll hurt for a little bit, then you’ll love them. Normally they make you stand up for the placement, but they’re rings. They’ll be straight enough.”

Sobbing, she cried even as she kept coming while the piercer apparently got the ring positioned and closed.

Keith started fucking her again, switching the vibrator back to low, but she knew what was going to happen as soon as he fell still again and flipped it to high.

Another searing pain through her left nipple made her scream, and Keith’s fingers dug into her outer thigh, where he was holding onto her with his free hand.

“Fuck, baby, those look so sexy on you. Now you’re properly marked as mine.” He kept the vibrator pressed against her clit as the guy finished putting the other ring in. Keith fucked her, hard, letting out
that
grunt that made her shiver when he came.

“Oh, yes,” he said, shutting off the vibrator. “That was fucking good. You wait right there, baby.”

She heard them talking, apparently money changing hands, the piercer explaining to him how to take care of the piercings, then the sounds of him washing his hands in the kitchen, packing his stuff, and leaving.

She lay there on the table for several long, silent minutes, trembling, tears still running down her face and pooling on the table beneath her. Her nipples hurt like holy fuck. Why the hell had she thought this would be a good idea?

This was
not
what she’d expected when she’d awakened that morning.

When Keith next spoke, close to her right ear and startling her, he whispered, “You’re
mine
. How does it feel to be totally owned, baby? When I had Scott’s done, he had a vibrating butt plug in and I was massaging his cock at the same time. I think I liked this better.”

He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “And yes, not right now, but I can guarantee you there will be a clit hood piercing in your near future. I want Scott there to watch as I once again stake my ownership of you.”

She couldn’t help it, there was something so damn hot—and scary in the good way—about that, it made her horny.

“I bet those nipples are really sore, aren’t they, baby?”

She mumbled around the gag. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. That makes me even hornier.” She was aware of him walking around the end of the table, then the sound of a chair moving.

She felt his breath between her legs. “Get comfortable, girl. You’re going to be here for a while.” He started working a lubed butt plug up into her ass, making her moan and squirm as he did. He alternated doing that with licking and sucking on her clit, distracting her but not making her come. He followed that with the dildo from before, stuffing it into her pussy.

Then he lightly flicked her clit with his tongue, teasing, not sucking, not even close to making her come.

She started begging, pleading to come, the pain in her nipples fading away as sexual frustration took over. He reached up and unfastened the ball gag.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he sternly ordered. “Ask for it.”

“Please make me come, Sir.
Please
, make me come.”

“Are you horny?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Describe what’s happening to you.”

She didn’t even think about it. “My ass is stuffed, my pussy’s stuffed, and you’re teasing my clit, Sir.”

“And what’s in your nipples?”

“They’re your rings, Sir.”

“Who owns this no-longer-virgin ass?”

“You own my ass, Sir.”

“Who was the first person to fuck this sweet ass?”

“You were, Sir.”

He chuckled. “Yes, I was. It was a very sweet ass to fuck, too. A very sweet cherry to pop. I plan on fucking it a lot in the future.” He picked something up and it felt like he was fumbling around a little, trying to hold the dildo inside her as he lined up what she suspected was the Hitachi.

Then she heard it switch on. “Beg for it.”

“Please make me come, Sir!”

He touched the Hitachi to her clit, making her jump but then pulling it away before she could come. “Who’s cum is filling this sweet pussy right now?”

“Your cum, Sir.”

“That’s right. How many loads have I put in you so far today, and where?”

She could hear the Hitachi running, but he wasn’t.

Making.

Her.

Come.

Dammit.

“One in my mouth, one in my ass, and two in my pussy so far, Sir.”

“Very good.” He pulled the dildo out of her and touched it to her lips. “Open.”

She did, and he slid it in, not far enough to choke her. “Keep that in there, girl, and suck it clean. Pretend it’s my cock.”

Then she felt his cock slide into her pussy again. “This will be the fifth one,” he said. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been this horny. Oh, by the way? I’ve been recording this for Scott’s benefit when he gets home,” he said.

Momentary horror filled her, but then he touched the Hitachi to her clit again and flipped it to high. “Show him what a good little cocksucking slut you are for your new Owner.”

That was it. She moaned, sucking on the dildo as if it was a real cock, enjoying the way he was pounding his cock into her, shaking the whole damn table, until he let out
that
groan and fell still a few minutes later.

Even after, he didn’t pull the vibrator away, keeping her coming until he was ready to stop.

When he finally did, he said, “And that’s how you keep a pet satisfied. Well fucked, well cummed, and with the proper signs of ownership in place.

She shrieked a little, muffled by the dildo in her mouth, as he lightly touched first her left nipple, then her right.

He pulled the dildo from her mouth. “Who do you belong to, girl?”

“You, Sir,” she whispered, unable to deny it. She didn’t know how the past few hours had seismically shifted her world, but she wouldn’t fight it.

Maybe this was the happy ending she’d dreamed about, wished for.

“That’s right,” he said. He pulled his cock out of her, then she felt his fingers dip into her pussy, scooping out his cum and reaching up to her lips to make her suck them clean.

“That’s
my
cum you’re eating. Don’t worry, I’ve fed Scott plenty of my cum when it’s ended up outside him.” He laughed. “Oooh. There’s a fun game we can play. I can come all over one of you and make the other one lick it up.”

He slowly fucked three fingers inside her pussy. “I want a close-up of this.” His fingers pressed deep inside her, massaging, making her moan again.

How could she be so fucking horny after all she’d already been through today?

Then he slowly slid his fingers out. “That’s all me right there.” A moment later, he touched her lips, and she obediently opened, licking and sucking them clean. “That’s
my
cum she’s licking off my fingers. Cum fresh from
my
new pet’s pussy.”

He did it a couple more times, getting her worked up yet again.

“Okay,” he said. “Filming’s over.” He settled in the chair between her legs and his mouth closed over her clit.

This time, he licked and sucked until he made her beg him to stop making her come. When he leaned in to kiss her, she tasted herself and him on his lips.

“Let’s get you untied. I think that’s enough play for now.”

She trembled on shaky legs as he helped her to her feet after untying her. Then he pulled the blindfold off, and she was shocked to realize two hours had passed since he’d tied her to the table, five total since their confrontation in the kitchen.

She looked down at her nipples.

Yes, she now sported rings identical to Scott’s.

He grinned. “I’m thinking I’m going to tie him up and fuck his ass while you blow him while he watches that video I just took. What do you think?”

She stared into his eyes. “Whatever Sir wants.”

He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Sweetheart, I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship.”

Keith tossed the sandwiches, because they’d been sitting out on the counter for five hours at that point. Instead, he got Noel cleaned up and cuddled, naked except for the cuffs and collar, in a blanket on the sofa before he put a frozen pizza into the oven.

On his phone he found a slew of text messages from Scott, asking how everything was going.

He thought about it. This wasn’t a convo he wanted to have in text.

Everything’s copacetic. We’ll talk later. Be My good boy.

Scott responded almost immediately with a smiley face.

After he got the pizza out of the oven and sliced, he brought it and a can of parmesan cheese out to the living room, and a couple of glasses of iced tea for them.

She snuggled against him. “Well,
that
escalated quickly,” she joked.

He couldn’t help laughing. He slung an arm around her shoulders and drew her in, cuddling her, kissing the top of her head. “Regrets already?”

“No…Sir.”

Fuck.
Despite the marathon sex that day, his cock wanted to stir
again
.

No. Down, boy. Stay.

They
really
needed to talk.

Actual talking talk, not talking that quickly devolved into more hot, delicious sex.

Although, to be honest, the sex had been
really
hot, and not just because he’d been able to let his Dominant out of its cage and unleash on her in a way he’d almost been reluctant to do sometimes with Scott.

Ragey, angry murderfucking…very hot. Check.

“I feel like I owe you an apology,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because we really didn’t talk. We sort of did things backward. I prefer negotiations first. And I take the blame for that.”

“Yeah? Well, don’t. I’m an adult.” She looked up at him. “I’m not complaining. Seriously. I could have stopped you at any time. As long as you weren’t just bullshitting in there when you said all that stuff.”

No, he definitely hadn’t been doing that. “No bullshit. I meant every word.” He stared down into her brown eyes, her earnest gaze.

The hope now residing there, something that hadn’t been there that morning.

That morning, she’d looked miserable. Hopeless. The same look she’d worn since he’d met her.

Now…she looked beautiful and at ease.

He leaned in and gently, tenderly kissed her. “It won’t all be whips and pain, either.” He stroked her cheek. “Just sometimes.”

“I’ve wanted a baby,” she whispered, sounding close to tears. “I really have. But when I’d talk to Scott about it before, he never committed, always had a reason. Then…”

She didn’t continue.

“Then he admitted he was gay and you were afraid to have one with him,” he said.

She nodded.

He cupped her chin first, his hand sliding down, around her throat, resting there but not squeezing.

Protective.

Possessive.

“I’ve wanted kids, but was afraid I’d never have any of my own unless I adopted or hired a surrogate.”

“I have another condition,” she said.

He actually felt relieved by that, afraid this train was going too fast, a runaway. “What condition?”

“You both have to be in the delivery room with me. And you have to help with diapers and stuff.”

He couldn’t contain his laugh. “Seriously?”

She nodded, his humor draining away as he studied her expression.

“You are serious, aren’t you? You really don’t care if it’s mine or Scott’s.”

“No, Sir,” she said. “I don’t care. That breeding fantasy sounded fine by me.”

His mouth went dry. “You and I need to get to know each other a lot better.”

Now she smirked. “I let you pierce my nipples. I think we’re good.”

“I’m serious.” His hand never left her throat. “I’m not just in this for fun and games. I’m in this for life.”

“I know,” she said. “I envied Scott because I could see it in your face when you’d look at him. I could see how much you loved him. It broke my heart because I knew he loved you back, and I couldn’t get between you two. If you can feel even a fraction of that for me, and I can still have Scott as my husband, then I’m good. Just promise to never make us break up.”

He leaned in again, still holding her throat, and kissed her. Gently, tenderly. “I promise,” he whispered. “I will
never
make you two break up. I told you, I take good care of what’s mine. And from now on, you and Scott
both
belong to me.”

“Yes, Sir. That’s what I want.”

He released her throat and tightly held her. “Holy crap,” he said, his chin rubbing against the top of her head. “What the hell have we gotten ourselves into?”

“Too late to back out now, Sir,” she said, sounding amused. “You broke it, you bought it.”

“Broke it?”

“Well, broke it
in
. My ass,” she added. “You just ruined me for any straight guy by taking charge and giving me what I needed. Not just by fucking my ass. I meant all of it. Especially the way you took charge.”

A hot image filled his mind. Of Scott, naked and on his back, holding his legs up and open while Noel pegged him and gave him a hand job. All while he fucked her sweet ass and reached around her, holding the Hitachi against her clit.

His cock stirred.

Fuck.

“I don’t know, baby,” he said. “Maybe you’re the one who ruined me for any other gay guy.”