Hot in the City 2: Sin City (19 page)

“Stop!” Marc said, so forcefully that both women went still and Diana looked up.

He held in his hand a very large black dildo, so big Diana knew Adrianna would never take all of it—it had to be at least twelve inches in length. Even so, Marc said, “No more licking. Fuck her with this.”

After taking the mammoth tool from Marc’s hand, Diana glanced at Adrianna, who looked far more excited than worried, so Diana decided not to worry, either. Instead she found herself actually enjoying the task of easing the head of the massive rubber cock into Adrianna’s flushed passage. She’d never imagined she would have the ability or power to fuck a woman; she’d never even thought she
wanted
it. Yet here it was, and like all that had come before, it delivered a strange, unexpected thrill to be on the opposite end of sex from what she was accustomed to.

Her lady boss moaned above her, so she didn’t hesitate, sliding more of the immense phallus into Adrianna’s cunt. It continued gliding through her moisture with relative ease, and Diana remembered how deep and wide Adrianna’s channel had looked, even
felt
to her tongue. So maybe Adrianna
could
take this whole colossal dildo. The idea excited Diana on a level she’d never imagined before and she wanted to see it happen. She pushed it farther and when she met a little resistance, drove it deeper still.

“God!” Adrianna cried, and as far as Diana could tell, it was a sound of surprised joy, not pain, so she pushed the black cock in until only a few inches remained, enough that she could wrap her fist around it and work it.

“Fuck her,” Marc urged, and Diana began to move it in and out, in and out. Adrianna was moaning, groaning, gritting her teeth, holding her pussy open with her hands and watching, the same as her companions, as the dildo sank deep. Diana was amazed and aroused, her whole body beginning to feel tense, on edge. She experienced another moment of
I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening
and an even more shocking moment of
And-I-can’t-believe-I’m-enjoying-it
, but she couldn’t deny the naughty pleasure that ran through her veins.

“Have you ever had a cock that huge, Adrianna?” Marc asked.

Still moaning, she shook her head.

“Bet you’ll be looking for one now.”

“Unh…yes, oh yes!”

Diana fucked Adrianna with the gigantic sex toy until her arm began to get tired, but Adrianna showed no signs of wanting to be rid of the massive shaft, and behind his mask, Marc looked mesmerized by the long strokes it made in and out of their boss’s pussy.

Finally, just when she was beginning to think she’d be fucking Adrianna forever, Marc said, “Adrianna, take over. Fuck yourself with that big cock for me while I put Diana to work on
my
cock.”

Diana waited until Adrianna had taken the tool from her, then turned to Marc, still kneeling. She’d hoped that whenever he was done having her pleasure Adrianna that perhaps he’d ask Adrianna to pleasure
her
. Her breasts ached to be touched, licked, and her pussy had soaked her leather panties eons ago. Instead, it appeared she was still the worker here, the slave.

Marc leaned back in the chair as she turned toward him, Adrianna’s little moans filling the sex-laden air. “Come undo my pants, my little slave girl.” He put his hands behind his head, as if leaning back to relax and enjoy.

Scooting up between his knees, Diana saw that the leather pants had two zippers on either side of his cock, like a fly. Reaching up with both hands, she lowered them simultaneously. Underneath, his hard cock was wrapped in a tight sack of black mesh. It looked so good there, so hard and powerful through the sheer fabric, that Diana momentarily forgot her frustrations and felt anxious to play with
this
sex toy.

Placing her palm on his hard steel through the mesh, she stroked it lightly.

“Take it out,” he told her.

Using her hands to lower the stretchy mesh covering, she obeyed.

“Do you want it in your mouth, slave girl?”

Without taking her eyes from his large, lovely cock, she nodded.

“Then you may suck it.”

Diana licked her lips, still tasting the remnants of Adrianna’s salty moisture, then wrapped her fist around the base of his prominent shaft and lowered her mouth over it.

He let out a moan, murmuring, “Good little sex slave.”

Liking his praise, she used her hand to deliver firm twisting strokes to the bottom of his rod, delivering the same sort of driving, rhythmic sucking with her mouth. Unlike last night when they’d been with Carter, when she’d worked so hard to relax and get Marc’s full length in her mouth, tonight she went for sensation and power, taking only what she could suck with ease, but working his whole cock so vigorously that he had no complaints.

She lifted her gaze as she worked, meeting his eyes, in order to let him see his slave performing on him, her mouth going wide and round with each descent onto his magnificent erection.

Her body still ached and burned for attention, but she felt herself sinking more deeply into the game now, into the pleasures of true submission, of serving her master, of being deprived and neglected while she did his bidding, wanting only to please him.

She paid little attention when he reached down beside his chair, because his controlling gaze never left hers. But when she saw him reach over her with something dark in his hand, then felt the snapping sting on her ass, she jolted, releasing his cock from her mouth to look over her shoulder. She found him holding a rather wonderful and wicked-looking weapon—strips of leather that made her think of a horse’s tail, extending from a dark, hard handle. She suspected it must be a cat-o’-nine-tails, and was only thankful that the blow she’d taken had not been as excruciating as what the original medieval weapon could deliver.

“Did I tell you to stop pleasuring me, slave?”

Her eyes were drawn back to his.

“Suck me,” he demanded gruffly, and Diana felt compelled to obey.

She lowered her mouth back over his erection and returned to her sensual work, although it wasn’t work at all, actually. Being his slave had now become something she was relishing, yearning for nothing more than to show him how deeply she wanted to satisfy and entertain her master.

When he struck her ass again with the leather whip, she cried out lightly as the sting spread pleasantly through her ass, pussy, and beyond. The next lash came a little harder—a little
better
. Her body was so hungry for attention that even this brought a pleasure she couldn’t have anticipated.

Each stinging thrash echoed through her like a hot little explosion in her cunt, and still she worked away at her master’s commanding cock, loving the way it filled her mouth, stretched it, wearied it. In that moment, she thought she could enjoy pleasuring him this way for hours, if that’s what he wanted. In that moment, she didn’t care if she never stopped sucking his big, beautiful shaft.

“Stop,” he said, with impeccable timing.

And—oh, damn it—she didn’t want to. She wanted him in her mouth.

Yet the choice wasn’t hers and she knew that, so—with regret—she slowly let his cock slip from the warm confines of her lips. She stared up at him, her magnificent master in leather, his whipping tool in one hand, his majestic cock jutting up from his crotch, and wondered what was next.

“Adrianna, remove that monster cock from your cunt and stand up.”

Diana and Marc both watched Adrianna slowly slide the enormous toy from her ultra-deep pussy. She let out a little sound of loss as the tip withdrew. Diana couldn’t help noticing the expanded size of her passage before it slowly began to contract.

When Adrianna got to her feet, Marc instructed Diana to sit down where Adrianna had been. He reached into one of the bags at his side and drew out two long, black, strips of leather.

Rising from his chair with the strips in hand, he paused before Adrianna, dipping his head to one of her round breasts, sucking her nipple for a long moment, making Diana’s pussy seem to cave in with the need that flowed through it, hot and thick and desperate. Jealous. She was jealous—and aroused, at the same time.

Releasing Adrianna’s elongated nipple from his mouth, he walked behind Diana’s chair. “Give me your hands.”

She wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, so she hesitated.

“Put them behind your back,” he bit out harshly, sending another wave of lust lashing through her cunt.

Lowering her hands, she did as he said, realizing that the back of the chair was attached to the seat by only two thick pieces of wood connected from its arms, leaving a hollow opening between. So when she obeyed and put her hands behind her, he was easily able to reach them.

He crossed her wrists over one another, then began encircling them with one of the strips of leather. He was tying her up.

Her chest ached at the concept. She’d had the occasional boyfriend who wanted to tie her to the bed with scarves or some such sex play, but given Marc’s tone through the game so far, being tied up by
him
made her both nervous and excited. He secured her tightly, leaving not a centimeter of wiggle room and making her feel truly helpless and at his mercy.

Next, he looped the other long leather strap around her shoulders. Pulling it tight across the top of her chest, he tied her securely to the chair. The combined effects of the bindings thrust her breasts forward and made them feel constricted. Her nipples tightened from the sensation and her pussy welled beneath the scrap of leather cupping it.

Returning to the front of her chair, Marc took a good long look at her, seeming to enjoy the sight of her bound.

Then he bent Adrianna over the other chair, which sat directly at a right angle from Diana’s. Adrianna braced herself by gripping the arms of the chair, and Marc reached down to spread the vinyl as wide as possible around her pussy and anus.

He looked at Diana. “Now, slave girl, watch me fuck my other slave.”

Positioning the head of his cock at Adrianna’s ass, he drove his shaft inward in one smooth, slow stroke. Adrianna cried out slightly, but it was clear to Diana that her boss had been fucked in that opening before and that Marc knew it. As he began moving in and out, he reached up with one fist and grabbed a handful of her dark hair, pulling her head back.

“Are you watching, slave girl? Are you watching my cock slide in and out of this tight asshole?”

Diana’s breasts were heaving, her whole body longing for…something, anything. “Yes,” she said. “Oh, yes, master, I’m watching.”

“Fuck me,” Adrianna demanded. “Fuck me hard!”

Marc tugged again on her hair as he brought his other palm down with a hard slap across her ass. “You’re out of line, slave! I give the orders here! But if you apologize very nicely, I
might
keep fucking you.”

He went still inside Adrianna until finally she said—in the softest voice Diana had ever heard from her—“I’m very sorry, master. I didn’t mean to give you an order.”

“That’s better. Now tell me what you want. Nicely.”

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my ass so badly.”

“Beg,” he said, still holding tight to her hair.

Diana could see Adrianna pull in a hard, deep breath. “Please,” she said, in a near-whimper. “Please fuck me. Please fuck my ass.”

Slowly, Marc resumed driving his cock in and out of Adrianna while Diana watched, her eyes soaking up his every move. God, her body was on fire. She’d never wanted to touch herself so badly in her life. In total frustration, she pulled against the ties at her wrist, thinking—hoping—perhaps they weren’t as strong as they seemed. The move only succeeded in making the tight leather strap slice into her soft skin and caused her breasts to push against the strip above them harder.

Her master cast a wicked grin in her direction as he continued banging his cock into Adrianna. “I knew you’d be tempted to play with your pussy, slave. That’s why you’re tied.”

Diana sucked in her breath in aggravation. Torture, this was torture.

But no—you’re his sex slave. Be a good little slave girl.

Her current circumstances gave a whole new, strange sort of meaning to the good girl concept, and she liked this one better. At least she could get into it. When being good meant doing whatever her lover wanted in order to please him sexually, it wasn’t so hard.

Sit here and suffer—and enjoy it. Relish pleasuring him with your delicious torment while your pussy burns and your breasts ache
. Oh God, what she wouldn’t have given to just pinch her nipples, sink her fingers into her soaking cunt.

Watching his big cock slam in and out of Adrianna was wildly exciting, but it added infinitely to Diana’s agony. Adrianna cried out with each punishing stroke, and he fucked her so hard and long that Diana almost began to feel solely like a spectator and wonder if he’d even forgotten she was there…until he finally looked over at her with another wanton smile.

“Is your pussy hot, sex slave?”

“Yes.”

“Has it gotten hotter while you watched me fuck her?”

She nodded. “Oh yes.”

“Well, my little slave girl, I think maybe I’ll give
you
a reward now. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes, master, I would.”