Bound by Lust (25 page)

Tanner came out of the store with two paper bags of tonic, ice, and food. “So what do you think?” he asked, patting the car's leather interior. “Should I get one when I win the lottery?”

She forced a smile. “Sure.”

“Ariel…what's wrong? You've been acting odd. Did something happen at the party?” His hazel eyes were full of concern.

“No, not at all.”

“Just tell me. Was someone rude to you? Aggressive?”

“Everything is fine. I'm just tired.”

“Bullshit. Ariel—we agreed we would always be honest with each other. We have to be, with the kind of relationship we have. We're not like vanilla couples. We're playing on the edge and we need to trust each other.”

She couldn't meet his eyes. She knew he was right, and yet she couldn't risk losing the only man who had captured both her body and her heart. Just this once, she thought wildly. I'll lie just once, and then I'll never do anything like that again. I promise.

She stroked his dark hair. “I do trust you,” she said. “And I swear to you that nothing happened.”

He looked hard at her. Then he nodded and started the car.

“Okay.”

They drove back to the party in silence. She hoped fervently that he would hand off the bags, say his good-byes, and take her home. It was almost midnight, after all, and she'd said she was tired. And he seemed different himself as he guided the car through the leaf-strewn streets.

The party was still in full swing as they walked in. Tanner handed the bags to the hostess and turned. Ariel felt herself go pale with horror as Devin strode toward them. “So?” he asked Tanner.

Oh god. They did know each other.

“She lied.” Both men looked at her.

No. This couldn't be happening. It wasn't fair. She loved Tanner, she hadn't wanted to lie, she had just wanted to save their relationship.

“I—how—” Her voice sputtered out.

Tanner casually steered her into a bedroom. Devin followed, shutting the door behind them. Despite her terror, a submissive thrill filled her at being alone with two such dominant, vibrant men.

“Ariel, meet Devin,” Tanner said. “One of my close friends. Although obviously you two already know each other.”

Shame glued her eyes to the floor. “I'm sorry,” she whispered. “Just listen,” Tanner said. “When I told Devin I was dating a brunette named Ariel who worked for an insurance company, he figured out pretty fast that he already knew you. We share many things and sometimes that includes women. I hoped tonight that you might be attracted to him. But I also hoped you would be honest about it.”

“You tested me,” she said hotly.

“And you failed.” He shrugged. “Look, I didn't tell him to touch you. But he texted me when I was in the store and I gave
you an opportunity to be truthful. You lied.”

Her stomach was knotted. “So now what?”

“So now you have a choice. Accept your punishment or go home—alone.”

“Punish me,” she said immediately.

“It will be a public punishment, Ariel,” he warned. Both men watched her closely.

She hung her head so her hair shielded her burning cheeks. “Punish me,” she whispered.

 

Ariel wobbled on her high heels as Tanner forced her to walk in front of him into the living room. Here the play party was fully underway with floggings, spankings, and other scenes everywhere she looked. Yet to her rising panic, almost everyone stopped to look curiously at her.
Of course,
she thought miserably,
I'm the new girl here
. Her head reeled as Tanner clapped his hands.

“Hello everyone. This is Ariel. She was dishonest tonight and you know how we all feel about that. So now she's going to be punished.”

She stared desperately at thick dark carpet. She felt like an object, a sex doll displayed for everyone to see.

Tanner smiled deviously. “Darren, Mitch, put the footstool in front of the mirror. I want everyone to watch this but I want to force her to watch as well.”

Watch what?

“Go lie down across the footstool,” Tanner commanded and pushed her in front of him.

Catching sight of Devin's smirk, her first instinct was to protest. But she obeyed. The footstool was a wide black leather ottoman big enough to cradle most of her. She was aware of every eye in the room on her as she awkwardly knelt on the floor
and lowered herself onto the leather until her arms and head dangled from one end, her ass and legs from the other. It was an undignified position, and the knowledge that cocky Devin was watching made it even worse. How could she ever face him in the office again?

Her panic intensified as the two men Tanner had called on bent over. One quickly cuffed her wrists together in black leather restraints while the other slipped her ankles into an iron spreader bar with two circular enclosures. It forced her legs apart until her red velvet dress strained tight against her thighs. Her face and bound wrists faced the mirror so she could see all of the guests gathering behind her. Her heart began to pound like a trapped animal's. What were they planning on doing to her?

Tanner spoke to someone else, who handed him a black leather paddle. Oh god no. Was he really going to spank her here in front of everyone? He spanked her at home of course, and she loved it, but that was different from being spanked in public as a punishment. Unable to stop herself, Ariel twisted helplessly on the footstool. “Tanner, please.”

The first ringing slap on her bottom silenced her immediately. “Any further protests will result in additional blows,” Tanner said in a severe tone. “Is that understood?”

She nodded miserably.

“Excellent.”

She cringed, waiting for the next. Instead Tanner gently rubbed her ass through her dress, stroking her inner thighs. Abruptly, he pulled her dress up to her waist. She cringed, knowing everyone was looking at her tiny thong and thigh-high stockings.

“Well, now. Let's see what you showed Devin.”

To her mortification, he slid her thong down her thighs and exposed her pussy to the entire room. Reflexively she tried to
close her legs, but the spreader bar held them far apart. Her face burned with embarrassment as everyone crowded around for a closer look.

“Look at yourself in the mirror,” Tanner ordered. “Don't close your eyes and pretend this isn't happening.”

Ariel forced herself to meet her own gaze. Her face was a deep red, flushed with the arousal of such erotic and public humiliation. The unmistakable lust in the eyes studying her sent another bolt of desire through her. Unwillingly she noticed Devin's reflection in the mirror. That insolent smile taunted her as he took a long look at her pussy.

The second slap of the paddle took her by surprise. She bucked against it, and a third one came, then a fourth, as she twisted and howled in protest. Tanner spanked her a fifth time, and that tingling heat began to fill her blood. When the sixth blow came, she let it push her forward so her bare clit rubbed against the leather. Tanner spanked her again, and they fell into a rhythm, Ariel pushing her pussy against the leather as the paddle electrified her bottom. Heat spread through her body, stiffening her nipples and making her moan, until a stern hand grabbed her long hair.

“Stop that this instant,” Tanner commanded. “This is a punishment, not a reward. You don't get to come until you're truly sorry for lying.”

He spanked her again, holding fast to her hair. Just as she thought she'd go mad from frustration, he dropped her hair and began to play with her pussy. Casually his cool fingers drifted over her inflamed folds while she twisted and moaned, unable to stop. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please, just fuck me.”

“Do you promise that you will always be honest?”

“Yes, yes. I will always be honest.”

“Honest about what?”

She forced out the words. “About what a wanton little slut I am.” Helplessly she thrust her hips back at him, begging for his fingers, his cock, anything to fill her.

“You need to make it up to Devin too, Ariel.”

Oh no. She wanted to fuck Devin, of course she did secretly, but not like this, not where he could take advantage of her helplessness and order her around. She would never be able to sign for a delivery again. But Devin was already kneeling in front of her face and unzipping his pants with a grin.

“Come on, you've wanted his cock for a long time,” Tanner taunted her. “Now you're going to suck it right here in front of everyone. If Devin says you're good enough, you can come tonight. Otherwise…” He shrugged.

So Devin held all the power. Goddamn him. He laughed at her outraged expression and took out his hard, long cock. As he traced its swollen crown around her lips, a deep heat filled her pussy.

He tapped her mouth. “Suck me and do it right.”

Taking a deep breath, she opened her mouth and he pushed himself inside. With her hands cuffed, she tried to suck and lick his cock as best she could. Tanner was still playing lightly with her clit, but she forced herself to concentrate on making Devin come without using her hands.

“That's right,” he said. “Suck it like the dirty girl you are. Not so professional now, are you?”

Then Devin did what she hoped he wouldn't: unfastened the halter top of her dress and took out her bare breasts, playing with them until she groaned around his cock. Desire thundered through her body, and she knew she would lose her mind if they didn't let her come. Frantically she sucked Devin harder and faster.

He was breathing raggedly. “She's good,” he said to Tanner.
“I say she can come.”

Moments later, her master's thick, hard cock drove into her pussy. Ariel moaned as Tanner fucked her, raising her eyes to his in the mirror. This was one of her dirtiest fantasies, two men using her body in public just like the exhibitionist she always wanted to be. Devin pulled his shaft out of her mouth and slapped her lips and cheeks with it, while her ass and breasts bounced in rhythm with Tanner's thrusts. All three of them were groaning and shaking. Devin stroked his cock in front of her face, then pushed back in for the last strokes of her tongue. With a deep moan, he pulled out again and ejaculated all over her breasts and mouth.

Panting, Ariel looked at her reflection in the mirror, that submissive girl who was tied up, half-undressed, and covered with cum. Immediately she began to come herself, her pussy squeezing and throbbing around Tanner's cock. As her orgasm shuddered to a stop, he pulled out and flipped her over, thrusting into her mouth. Ariel swallowed every warm, salty drop of his orgasm as he tenderly stroked her hair.

The room broke into applause. She felt dizzy and almost high as Tanner and Devin helped her to her feet. She had really gone through with it: had been bound, stripped naked, and used by two men while people watched. Her first play party was glorious beyond her most exciting dreams. She snuggled into Tanner's side as he wrapped a protective arm around her.

“Let's get you home,” he said.

 

A sudden sleepiness overtook Ariel in the car. She leaned against Tanner and watched the moon through the windshield. “Well, you made it through Devil's Night,” he said. “Not bad for your first play party.”

She looked up at him. “Will you share me with other men?”

He kissed her hair. “Possibly. But only your body. Never your heart.”

She tucked her arm through his. “Never. I belong only to you.”

At home they took a long, hot shower together, Tanner rubbing shower gel into all of her tired muscles. After toweling off, they climbed into bed. “Happy Halloween,” he said as he pulled the sheets over them. “Get a good night's sleep. You'll need it.”

She snuggled against his warm skin and frowned. “I thought we were staying home and answering the door for trick-or-treaters.”

He grinned. “We might have a special trick-or-treater at the end of the night. But don't worry about that for now.” He kissed her. “Sweet dreams.”

Ariel drifted off to sleep in his arms, already blissful with the dreams she knew they would live out together.

JANINE ASHBLESS
is the author of five Black Lace erotica books of paranormal and fantasy erotica. Her short stories have been published by Cleis Press in the anthologies
I Is for Indecent; Playing with Fire; Frenzy; Best Women's Erotica 2009;
and
Best Bondage Erotica 2011
. She blogs at janineashbless.
blogspot.com

 

VIDA BAILEY
is an aspiring writer in awe of those who manage to parent, work their day jobs, and still meet deadlines. She has published stories in Alison Tyler's
Hurts So Good
and Sommer Marsden's
Dirtyville
anthologies. You can find her at
www.heatsuffused.blogspot.com

 

RACHEL KRAMER BUSSEL
(
rachelkramerbussel.com
) is a writer, editor, blogger, and event organizer. She's edited more than forty anthologies, including
Spanked; Bottoms Up; Please, Sir; Please, Ma'am;
and
Best Bondage Erotica 2011
and
2012
. She is senior editor at
Penthouse Variations
, sex columnist for
SexIs
magazine, and covers sex, dating, books, and pop culture widely.

 

CLARICE CLIQUE
has written a BDSM novel called
Hot Summer Days
. She has also had short stories published in various magazines, anthologies, and e-books including
Like a Queen
and
Sex in the City: London
.

 

Since hitting the number one spot in the U.K. erotica chart with her debut,
On Demand,
JUSTINE ELYOT
has written extensively for publishers including Xcite, Cleis Press, and Carina Press. The villain is always her favorite character.