Freed (8 page)

When their faces were covered, the driver stepped out of the vehicle and opened the door for them. As they stood on the sidewalk together, a flat metal door in the building beside them opened a few inches, and the driver waved them to enter. Holding her breath, Aurelia let the men lead her up the three steps and into a completely black entryway. A sharp turn to the left, then another to the right, had them standing in a foyer filled with gray light from a few low-watt ceiling lamps.

“Welcome,” said a disembodied voice.

Aurelia twisted around but still couldn’t see a person. Just as she decided it was an intercom of some sort, a gray hand extended from the wall, holding out a huge iron door key.

“Dungeon four awaits you,” said the voice.

Niall took the key, and Mas turned the three of them to the left, where the light seemed less dim. They walked past a door numbered seven, and then the next door was numbered four.

“Someone failed math,” Aurelia whispered.

Niall inserted the key in the lock, and with suitable creaking and metal groaning noises, he and Mas pushed the door open. Aurelia stepped over the threshold carefully and waited as Mas slapped a modern-looking light switch, illuminating the room.

Aurelia gasped. It really was a dungeon, but a dungeon of the BDSM variety. There were paddles and whips lined up in a rack on one wall, a spanking bench, another long bench with what looked like spaces for breasts and cocks to hang through, and over a huge padded mat in the center of the floor, a swing people could have sex in.

Lined up on another bench were some costumes. Tight leather pants, a web of leather belts that she guessed was designed to expose the relevant pieces while hiding nothing much, a corset and bustier, a tiny skirt, and thigh-high boots with six inch heels. “Ye gods,” she gasped.

Mas and Niall stood in front of her and bowed. “What is Madame’s pleasure,” they chorused.

“Let’s play dress-up,” she suggested.

So they did, laughing until the tears ran down their faces as Mas tried on the web of belts, lacing them across his chest and under his balls, but unable to work out exactly where to put his cock. They laughed even harder as the boots turned out to be too big to stay on her feet, but too small for either of the men to squeeze their feet into.

The men urged her to try on the corset and bustier, which she did, both of them helping her lace it and palming her breasts while doing so. “I’d hate to wear one of these all the time. It may be sexy, but it’s not that comfortable,” she commented.

“Now the swing,” said Niall.

Mas fell flat on his ass as he jumped into it. Niall landed perfectly, and eventually got his feet in the stirrups, then Mas lifted Aurelia up onto his lap, but they were all laughing too hard to get into a position where Mas could join them, much less have sex.

From there they tried out the various benches, even swatting each other with a selection of whips and paddles a few times, but all this naked play was proving too much for Aurelia. “I want to come. Let’s fuck,” she begged.

“Not in the swing. My ass doesn’t need another hard landing on the floor,” objected Mas.

“I was thinking of using these mats. They look nice and soft,” Aurelia replied.

“Why not in bed?” asked Niall.

“Where’s the bed?” Aurelia was confused.

Niall opened a door which led into a bedroom with a huge circular bed. Happily they climbed onto it, and then Aurelia looked up. “Ye gods! The ceiling’s covered in mirrors.”

“Of course. We don’t want to miss a second of our commitment night, now do we,” said Mas.

“I guess not.”

Resting on one of the pillows was a little basket containing scented lubes, chocolate-flavored body paint, and glow-in the-dark condoms. “Everything we could possible need,” said Mas, rolling on a rubber while Niall sniffed various tubes and bottles.

“This one I think,” he said, handing it to Mas.

“Citrusy, I like it.”

Niall jumped off the bed and disappeared back into the dungeon, returning with a couple of paddles. “Let’s warm her cheeks a little before we begin.”

Aurelia’s pussy creamed. She’d enjoyed paddling the men’s asses, but she’d liked it better when they’d smacked hers. She didn’t see herself as particularly into BDSM, and certainly not into the lifestyle, but for tonight, it had been be very arousing trying out all the different equipment, and she was definitely ready for some more BDSM play.

She laid flat on her front, her legs spread wide, and took a deep breath as first Niall, then Mas spanked her. They didn’t spank her steadily. Every now and then one would tease her pussy, pressing a finger inside her, commenting on how wet she was. At one stage, Mas spread the chocolate body paint on her inner thigh then licked it off, licking her pussy as he passed it by.

Finally, Niall began to lube her ass, but she was so aroused, so desperate to be penetrated by a cock, that she couldn’t wait.

“Please enter me now. I can’t wait, I really can’t. I want you both inside me when I come.”

“She’s right. We can play more later,” said Mas.

Quickly, they arranged themselves on the circular bed, and Aurelia grabbed the chocolate body paint as she climbed on Mas.

Her pussy was aching with the need to be filled, the need to come, and her breasts were heavy with the same desire. Gratefully, she slid over Mas, letting him fill and stretch her as she forced herself down over his body until her pussy was resting hard against his balls.

“Feels so good,” said Mas.

“Oh yes,” she agreed, lowering her body and amusing herself by pouring the chocolate over his nipples. Then she took his nipple ring between her teeth and gently pulled on it as she licked all the chocolate off.

“Damn, woman, you’re killing me here,” he groaned.

Meanwhile, her ass cheeks were spread and Niall was pushing his way in. He moved at a very steady pace, something she guessed he’d learned in his marine days. It was very slow, and he seemed not to be progressing at all, but then he was there, without ever appearing to move. And now he was deep in her ass, his weight across her back, his hands on her hips, and she was more than ready for the orgasm within her to be released.

This time was not going to take long. They were all unbearably aroused from the activities of the day, as well as playing in the dungeon. The men timed their strokes for deep penetration, slamming into her so far they filled every inch of her. In return, she clenched her muscles, loving their groans of pleasure. But all too soon, the climax burst inside her, and she knew Mas and Niall had simply been waiting for her to come, as the heat blasted through her into the condoms the moment her body began to shake.

After a short rest, Aurelia sat up. “Come back into the dungeon and lie on those benches. I want to suck your cocks through the holes.”

“Only if we get to suck your breasts as well.”

“Of course.”

It was actually harder than it looked, but the men pulled some of the mats over to lie on under the bench, and sucked her breasts and touched her clit until she came again.

Later that night, they even managed to have sex in the swing, but only briefly, as Aurelia was worried the three of them might be too heavy for the supports.

“Sweet, there are a lot of bigger men out there than us.”

“Yeah, think of Kyryl for example.”

Aurelia laughed but wasn’t comfortable, so they returned to the bed and entertained themselves by making sexual poses and watching each other in the ceiling mirror.

When they finally lay down to sleep, Aurelia pulled them both hard against her sides. “Thank you both so much. This has been the happiest day of my life. I love you both so much.”

“I love you, too.”

“Me, too.”

* * * *

Two days later they were relaxing in the living room, Aurelia opening their gift cards and making notes of whom to thank for what, while Niall helped her, and Mas had one eye on the gifts and the other checking his e-mail.

“Ye gods!” gasped Aurelia.

“Nice present?” asked Niall.

“Petra’s Formal Wear, you know, where I hired those clothes and bought the pink gown.”

“And our tuxedos, yes,” said Mas, still with his gaze on his laptop.

“Her gift is that I can wear, free, a dress of my choice for each of the parties I host for the rest of the year, as long as I say it’s from her store.”

“A nice present indeed,” said Niall.

“I’ve got one, too,” said Mas.

“Yes?” Aurelia turned to him and smiled. Niall was looking at Mas, too.

“Remember I told you I wrote a little search program to check for ‘red’ back before we knew whether the authorities had uncovered all of the call center money and management?”

“Yes, and later it turned out they had the people, but not all the money,” said Niall.

“The money was hidden under ‘amber,’ the very last word I thought of to check. They’ve got it, and now their case against Blake and his associates is much stronger.”

“Wonderful!” said Aurelia, throwing herself into his arms for a hug.

“Exactly. Without the financing, they won’t be going anywhere for a long time.”

“I guess this means Mr. Blake won’t be offering me a job any time soon, though,” Aurelia teased.

“You don’t need a job. Your party planning business is taking off nicely, and with the money from Talbot every week for your financial predictions, you’re doing just fine.”

“Two hundred dollars a week! I’d been expecting maybe twenty.”

“But only if you don’t tell anyone else what you think will happen.”

“Can do. But right now I predict we need to go to bed to celebrate Mas’s locating the missing money. The call center demons will be stuck in jail for a very long time, thanks to both of you.”

“Now that is worth celebrating.”

THE END

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