Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence) (34 page)

“
It’s turning me on too,” Brent said as he pushed inside Miranda, filling her in one stroke.

Miranda moaned as Brent thrust inside her, over and over. She sucked Krista’s clit into her mouth, showing her appreciation, flicking it with her tongue back and forth. Two fingers began moving back and forth on the sensitive area above Krista’s clit, skyrocketing the pressure building inside her.

“
Everyone comes when I do,” Krista said, “or they’re out of luck. I’m close, so you better hurry.”

“
Not a problem,” Brent said, doubling his speed as he slammed into Miranda and forced a deep cry from her throat.

After a few moments, Krista felt the pressure reach the point of no control. Her legs began to quiver as Miranda sucked and rubbed against her. She lifted her hips, focusing the pressure on a different point, a better point.

“
Come, slave,” Krista yelled as her orgasm erupted, sending convulsions of ecstasy coursing through her body. She grabbed Miranda’s head, holding it in place while grinding fiercely against it as Miranda’s moans mirrored her own, convulsions racking the small frame.

Brent groaned, forcing himself to comply with Krista’s request. He pulled his dick from Miranda as the evidence of his own orgasm decorated her ass with hot strings of come.

Krista fell asleep twenty minutes later, cuddled up to Miranda in her bed. The two women had taken a quick shower together after sending Brent home. Satiated and satisfied, they drifted off to sleep.

Krista and Miranda entered their luxury suite with the bell hop on their heels. He showed them around the room and explained the hotel’s amenities, including a five star rooftop restaurant, award winning room service, and a luxurious spa.

“
There is also a meet and greet for the hotel guests at nine thirty tonight in the grand ballroom,” the bell hop said. “Enjoy your stay.”

Miranda tipped the man before closing the door after him.

“
It’s only four o’clock. How do you feel about a massage before dinner, pet?” Krista asked, wrapping her arms around Miranda’s shoulders as she kissed her softly on the shoulder.

“
I’d like that, Mistress,” Miranda said.

“
We can order room service and then when dinner is finished,” Krista continued, “we can lounge in the giant tub occupying our bathroom until the meet and greet.”

“
Sure,” Miranda replied, pulling away from Krista. “Let me make the reservations.”

A few minutes later, they headed down to the spa on the second floor clad in the plush robes provided by the hotel. A one hour hot stone full body massage completely relaxed the pair and they agreed that it was the perfect way to start the weekend.

“
Krista, I don’t want to pry,” Miranda said as they soaked in the huge tub, each sitting on opposite ends and sipping wine, “but what happened with you and Tyler? I mean one minute, you two are together. Then the next few days all anyone can talk about is how you, Tyler and Damien are a threesome. Now there is nothing and neither man will speak to the other about anything that isn’t work related.”

“
Damien works at the club?” Krista asked, sliding her leg along Miranda’s inner thigh.

“
Well, yeah,” Miranda said. “He and Tyler have been best friends for years. Tyler hired him a few months ago when he lost his job over some mishap with a girl. Probably a good thing too, because he seemed to really lose it for awhile – not eating and drinking a lot. If he hadn’t had Tyler to fall back on, there’s no telling what would have happened. We were all really worried about him.

“
I didn’t know you knew him,” Krista said.

“
He’s been in the scene for awhile,” Miranda said. “Anybody who stays for any length of time becomes part of our family. I mean, that’s what we are, really – dysfunctional, but a family none the less.”

“
Oh,” Krista said. “So then nobody knew that the mishap with the girl – nobody knew I was the girl?”

“
You got him fired at his last job?” Miranda asked, surprised.

“
I didn’t get him fired,” Krista said, indignantly. “I didn’t even know he had gotten fired until it was too late.”

“
None of the rest of us knew it was you, Krista,” Miranda said, “but Tyler would have known. I mean they were like brothers, told each other everything.”

“
That makes sense,” Krista said to herself. “It’s no wonder Damien wouldn’t help me with Tyler.”

“
What are you talking about?” Miranda asked.

“
If Damien told Tyler everything,” Krista said, putting it all together in her mind “then Tyler knew when he started dating me that Damien still had a thing for me. And...”

“
What?” Miranda asked.

“
Tyler knew I still had a thing for Damien too,” Krista said. “My safe word is ‘lance’. That’s Damien’s first name and I told Tyler the first night we spent together, so he knew all along. That’s why Damien stopped texting me when I told him I wanted both of them. He wasn’t willing to share me with the guy who was supposed to have been his best friend but tried to steal me for himself.”

“
Wow,” Miranda said. “Tyler loved Damien, though. He wouldn’t have done that.”

“
You explain it then,” Krista said, sipping her wine as she leaned back into the bubbly water.

“
The only thing that makes any sense is that Tyler falling for you was accidental,” Miranda said. “I mean, you do have a way of captivating everyone you come in contact with. I don’t want to freak you out or anything but I know I feel something for you, and both Stephen and Elle have been blathering about you for ages. I think it’s you.”

“
Funny,” Krista said. “Like Helen of Troy, inspiring kings and armies to fight for me.”

“
If you want to think about it like that, sure,” Miranda said. “It kind of makes sense though. I mean Tyler and Damien were closer than most brothers before all this happened. And I wouldn’t have turned sub for just anyone.”

“
Whatever,” Krista said, laughing. “So what about all the people I dated before – why didn’t they fall magically in love with me?”

“
Maybe it only works with people that can see the real you,” Miranda said. “Maybe you never let any of those others inside your walls.”

“
You’re crazy,” Krista said, splashing water towards Miranda.

“
Watch the wine,” Miranda cried, holding her glass out of the way and laughing.

“
You know that still doesn’t explain what happened to Tyler the day his mom died,” Krista said. “I mean one minute, he’s on his way back to my apartment and then I never heard from him again.”

“
I don’t know,” Miranda said. “When we talked about it, he said he lost. He said you loved Damien and he’d heard you say it. He didn’t think he could compete with real love.”

“
I love them both,” Krista said. “I probably always will. But if I had to pick, it wouldn’t have mattered which one it was. I would have spent forever wishing I had the other one too.”

“
So where does that leave you?” Miranda asked. “I mean Tyler’s club is the only place within a hundred and fifty miles where you can be around people who have the same interests as you.”

“
I don’t know,” Krista said. “I really don’t.”

Krista and Miranda stepped off the elevator at ten p.m., Miranda immediately dropping to her knees as Krista looked around to get her bearings. Krista was wearing the first outfit she had tried on at the fetish shop. She also had a flogger attached to each wrist. Miranda, on the other hand wasn’t wearing anything. Instead, Krista had wrapped red ribbons, so dark they were almost black around Miranda’s body. The ribbons did not cover Miranda. Instead, they accentuated her nakedness and prevented freedom of movement.

Upon entering the ballroom, Krista realized that neither she nor Miranda would be considered out of place. The room was filled with people in similar garb. In fact some of the outfits were even more exotic than theirs. They walked around, mingling with the other guests, many of which knew Miranda personally. This resulted in the continual explanation of how Miranda found herself to be a slave. After making a circle of the room, the story had been told no less than twelve times.

“
We should have just written it all down on pamphlets and passed them out,” Krista said, laughing. “They are all awfully interested in hearing how it came about.”

“
Don’t think for a second,” Miranda said, “that they are only pretending to be interested. A switch of your nature is one in a million. There’s not a one of them that isn’t hoping to claim your attention during the course of the weekend for a group scene with them and their sub. On top of which, you dominating me, something none of them would have been able to do? That makes you a rare find indeed.”

“
I don’t know why it’s so special,” Krista said honestly. “In my head it seems to make perfect sense. I’m dominant with women and submissive with men. Simple.”

“
If you say so. A little later there will be open scenes,” Miranda said, hoping Krista would take the hint.

“
What does that mean?” Krista asked.

“
It’s sort of like what happens at Tyler’s club,” Miranda replied. “People can watch as others act out scenes. Volunteers.”

Krista dropped her voice as she turned towards Miranda and bent down, fingers snaking through Miranda’s hair. A quick grip glazed Miranda’s eyes with immediate desire.

“
Is that what you want slave?” Krista asked. “For me to put you on display, push you to your limit in front of all of them?”

Miranda’s eyes were closed as she imagined that very thing. Her nipples hardened before Krista’s eyes and Krista knew if she touched Miranda’s pussy, she’d find it hot and wet.

“
Then that’s what we’ll do slave,” Krista said. “And you will work extra hard to be a good slave, won’t you?”

“
Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, opening her eyes to stare at Krista. “You know they are all dying to see it first hand.”

Krista pulled tightly on the restraints, ensuring there was no give as she attached them to Miranda’s wrists. It felt strange to be doing this in front of other people. She had only really topped in private or in small groups.

“
It will be easier,” Miranda whispered, knowingly, “if you forget about them completely.”

“
How?” Krista asked.

“
Kiss me,” Miranda said, “and go from there.”

Krista took Miranda’s advice. She closed her eyes and pressed their lips together, moving back to lick the edge of Miranda’s mouth, before plunging into the kiss. As they kissed, Krista raised her hands slowly up Miranda’s abdomen, the barest touch. Miranda’s scream was devoured by Krista’s mouth as Krista twisted Miranda’s breast painfully before sliding back down her body to touch her slippery hole.

“
You are a naughty, naughty slave,” Krista said as she pulled back from Miranda. “How dare you get turned on by your punishment?”

“
I’m sorry Mistress,” Miranda said as Krista’s flogger made contact with her ass.

Krista pushed her fingers into Miranda’s pussy and pulled them out, smearing the cream on Miranda’s mouth.

“
What is that, slave?” Krista asked. “It’s pussy juice, slave –your pussy juice. A punishment is not supposed to be pleasing. You aren’t supposed to enjoy it, slave.”

Krista moved around Miranda, stopping when Miranda’s back was to her. She brought the flogger down against Miranda’s skin, loving the way it sounded when it fell. Several swats rained on Miranda’s ass as Krista punished her. Afterwards, she reached between Miranda’s legs, pushing her fingers into Miranda’s still dripping pussy.

“
What did I tell you slave?” Krista asked.

“
Not to enjoy it Mistress,” Miranda said.

“
So why are you still dripping wet, slave?” Krista asked. “Are you a slut? Turned on no matter what I do to you?”

“
Yes Mistress,” Miranda replied. “I’m your slut. I live for the moments when you touch me – in any way.”

“
Really,” Krista said, walking around to face Miranda again. She wielded the flogger, letting the ends lick Miranda’s breasts and forcing a cry from her mouth.

“
That hurt didn’t it, slave?” Krista asked.

“
Yes Mistress,” Miranda said. “More please.”

“
More, slut?” Krista asked, snapping the flogger in the direction of Miranda’s pussy. “You want this fire to rain down on your whole body?”

“
Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, tears beginning to leak from her eyes, “if only you will kiss me again.”

Krista leaned forward, kissing Miranda softly for the shortest moment. Then a hail of blows landed as Krista circled Miranda, bringing both floggers down on each smooth expanse of skin. When she had finished, Miranda’s body was beginning to glow – a pretty color of pink.

“
Did you like that slave?” Krista asked.

“
Touch me and find out,” Miranda replied impishly.

“
Oh you naughty, slave,” Krista said. “You shall be punished for your impertinence.”

Krista circled Miranda again, swinging the floggers heavily, loving that Miranda had begun to cry out each time one landed against her.