Savior (An Impossible Novel) (22 page)

“Strip,” he ordered.  When he spoke the word, his voice was low and calm, but the power imbued in it made me obey instantly.  I could feel Smith watching me with hungry curiosity as I began to bare myself to him completely for the first time.  When he had seen me at clubs, I had always been clothed to a certain extent, and when we had played with Clayton my bra and panties had at least granted me some modicum of modesty.  I hesitated when I was down to my lingerie, nervous at the prospect of fully exposing myself, of making myself utterly vulnerable to the two of them.

“I believe
Clayton gave you an order, sub,” Smith said coldly, threateningly.

I swallowed hard, but I hastily removed the scraps of lac
e.  I had promised Clayton I wouldn’t let him down, and I didn’t intend to.

As soon as I was exposed, lust flared in Clayton’s eyes, and he was on me in an instant.  He grabbed me, wrapping one arm firmly around my lower back and tangling his other hand in my hair as he sharply pulled my head back.  My lips parted as I gasped at the small pain of it, and he thrust his tongue into my open mouth, his stokes demanding and possessive.  I melted for him, my hands fisting in his shirt to keep myself upright.

When he finally pulled away from me, my head was spinning as I gasped for air.  Looking up at him, I was consumed by the flames of desire that danced in the depths of his entrancing eyes.

“You are so goddamn beautiful,” he said roughly.

He grasped my shoulders and turned me so that I was facing the bed.  It was a four-poster crafted of black wrought iron that was wickedly beautiful.  I could see that there were well over a dozen points where restraints could be clipped in.  I wondered which ones they might use for me, and my pulse quickened.

Clayton held me firmly from behind, his body trapping mine against the footboard as he gripped my forearms, holding them out so that they were offered to Smith, my vulnerable wrists exposed as he turned them upward.  Clayton alternated soft kisses and sharp nips of his teeth on my shoulder, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as all of my nerve endings came to life.  Smith took my wrists, wrapping leather cuffs around them before pulling the buckles tight.  I whimpered at the feeling of them ensnaring me.  Smith’s grin was hard-edged as he clipped chains to the rings on the cuffs before looping them through a restraint point directly above my head.  He pulled slowly, raising my arms inexorably.  The clanking sound of metal sliding against metal made me shudder.  When my body was finally stretched upward so that I was forced onto my tiptoes, Smith anchored the chain on another tie point.

I was burning with need, and it was only further enflamed as Clayton splayed his hand across my abdomen, pulling me back against him so that I could feel his erection pressing into my ass.  I closed my eyes and moaned as my head dropped back on his chest, loving the feeling of his arousal.

But my eyes snapped open and I cried out in shock as something hard and cold closed around my nipple, pinching it cruelly.  Smith had attached a clover clamp to it.  There were little pads of rubber separating my flesh from the harsh bite of the metal, but that did little to shield me from the pain.  I saw him lift a clamp to my o
ther nipple, and I realized they were attached to one another by a short chain.

“Please,” I begged.  “Don’t.  It hurts.”

He showed me no mercy, catching my nipple in the other clamp.  Smith lightly traced the undersides of my breasts, and the pleasurable contact only made my nipples tighten further, increasing my torment.  “Shhh,” he soothed me.  “Accept the pain.  Embrace it.  Let it take you.”

I whined as I struggled to do as he instructed, taking in deep breaths as I tried to absorb the cruel sensation.  After a few long moments, I was shocked to find a feeling of euphoria rolling over my mind.  The pain was undiminished, but as I learned to welcome it, it turned to a sweet torture.

Just when I had learned to handle the torment, Smith pulled on the chain that connected the clamps.  He didn’t jerk it hard, but his steady, relentless pull made my back arch as I struggled to lessen the tension that drew my breasts away from my body, making my nipples stretch.  The wicked design of the clover clamps made their pinch tighten impossibly harder.

The shout that clawed its way out of my chest was strangled, but the shock of the increased pain only sent me spiraling higher as I accepted it.

“Exquisite,” Clayton breathed at my ear, his admiration evident in his voice.  He was stroking my breasts, tracing around them in a spiraling pattern that slowly progressed to my nipples.  When he reached them, he flicked the clamps.  White lights popped behind my eyes as I screamed.  The chains holding me upright rattled as my knees gave out with the brutal force of the pain.  Clayton caught me around my waist, preventing my weight from falling on my wrists.

My world was awash with a red haze, but Smith’s voice drifted down to me.

“If we push her further, she’ll hit subspace,” he remarked casually.  “But I’m not going to give her that.  I want her to be completely lucid for what we’re going to do to her.”

I moaned at his words, my legs quivering with the intensity of my desire.  “Please, Clayton,” I panted.  “Please, Master.  I need…”

Clayton kissed my neck and stroked my hair.  “Not yet, little sub.”

I almost sobbed at his refusal.  My whole body was on fire.  The clamps on my nipples were white-hot, as though they had just been removed from a forge fire.  It awoke an answering conflagration deep within me, and flames roared under my skin, consuming me from the inside out.  I was almost delirious from the pleasure/pain.  I craved more, and I was desperate for it to stop.

Mercifully, Smith released the chain, alleviating the tension on my nipples.  But the weight of it as it swayed beneath my breasts caused the clamps to tug slightly, eliciting sharp little sparks with every breath I took.  The heat of him before me let me know he had drawn closer, and as Clayton’s hands explored my desire-slicked inner thighs, Smith’s caressed my ass.  His fingers brushed across my labia, gathering up the moisture there.  I jerked when they moved slowly upward, pressing into my cleft insistently as he neared my dark entrance.  When he reached it, he moved his index finger in a circular pattern.  I cried out as the taboo bundle of nerves jumped to life.  This wasn’t my first time being touched there, but it was most certainly the most erotic.  He pressed insistently, and his lubricated finger penetrated me.

“Have you taken her ass yet, Clayton?”  He asked conversationally as he slowly slid into me.

Clayton’s touch traced around my clit, teasing.  “I haven’t had the pleasure,” he rumbled.

“Then I’ll let you do the honors.”  Although my eyes were closed, I could
practically feel Smith’s wicked grin as he slipped a second finger in, stretching me as he began to pump in and out, preparing me.  I was making soft, mewling noises that I didn’t even recognize as my own.  The pleasure was building within me like a gathering storm.  Even though Clayton refused to touch my sex directly, just the sensation of Smith inside my ass was going to make me come.

Just as I thought I was about to explode, Smith popped out of me, and Clayton’s touch disappeared as the heat of both of them retreated from me.

“No!”  My eyes snapped open as anguish flooded me at the cruel denial.  “Please, Master.  Please!”

They ignored my agonized begging, saying nothing.  I heard the rustle of clothing falling to the floor, and when they entered my line of sight again, both men were naked.  Clayton was glorious as ever
, but it was the first time Smith’s body had been revealed to me.  He was just as impressively fit as Clayton, but where my Dom was tall and lean, Smith was broad and brawny.  A dark dusting of hair covered his chest.  My eyes followed its trail down his abdomen and came to rest on his impressive cock.  I swallowed hard.  While he wasn’t quite as long as Clayton, he was wider.  If they both took me at the same time, they were going to tear me apart.  I craved it.

When Smith turned to unhook the chain that held me upright, I saw that his back was covered with an intricate black tattoo that started at the top of his sculpted ass and spread upward to curl around his shoulders.  The lines of it were harsh and beautiful, but I didn’t get a chance to study it carefully.  I was too maddened with need to really take it in anyway.

I had thought Smith would unclip the chain from my cuffs, but instead he tugged on the length of it, pulling me forward.  I would have fallen face-first onto the bed if Clayton hadn’t gripped my hips and lifted me up onto it so that I was on my knees in the center of the mattress.  Smith looped the chain through another tie point on the canopy where iron bars crisscrossed directly above my head.  He left the chain loose enough that I could sit back on my heels, but other than that my freedom of movement was effectively restricted.

Smith slipped
on a condom and lay on his back.  Clayton lifted me up briefly so that his friend could position himself under me, and when he set me back down I was hovering just over Smith’s erect cock.  I started to lower myself onto it, but Clayton held my waist firmly.

“Not yet,” he said roughly.  “I’m the one who owns you, and you’re going to take me first.”

As I groaned at his words, Smith’s hands roughly gripped my cheeks, pulling them wide so that I was offered to Clayton.  I didn’t hear him tear open a condom, but I didn’t mind.  I knew we were both clean, and there was no risk of pregnancy with him fucking me this way.

He coated himself in my wetness, and then I could feel him pressing against me.  I clenched automatically at the fear that shot through me at the size of him.

“Easy, sub,” he cooed.  “Relax.  Let me in.”  As he spoke, he brushed his thumb over my clit.  I shuddered as the pleasure that had been denied so many times came roaring back to the fore, desperate to be released.  “Don’t you dare come,” Clayton growled in my ear. 

“No,” I pleaded raggedly.  “I have to.  I can’t stop it.”

“If I even think you’re about to come, everything will stop,” he threatened.

No! 
I couldn’t let them stop.  If I didn’t achieve release soon, I was sure I was going to die from the exquisite agony of my need.  I drew breath in short, shallow gasps as I fought to control my insistent urges.  Somehow, I managed to restrain myself.

“That’s it,” Clayton said softly, approvingly.  “Just relax.”

With that, he began pressing into me insistently.  I struggled to comply with his command to relax, trying to welcome him into me.  But he was so big, and it
burned. 
I whimpered, and he touched my clit again.

“Almost there,” he reassured me gently.  Moments later, I felt his hips sit flush with my ass; he was fully in me.  He paused there, letting me get used to the size of him.

Smith’s fingers dug into my flesh where he still held me, calling my attention to him.  “Take a deep breath,” he ordered.  “Accept your Master’s cock.”

I did as he commanded, and I slowly loosened to accommodate him.  The stinging burn began to turn to hot tingling, and I found myself pushing back into him, communicating my submission.

But just as I was getting used to the huge intrusion, Smith pulled me forward, guiding me down onto his own erection.  My cry was harsh as he slowly, inexorably, pushed into me, and I could hear my chains rattling as I jerked against them, longing to dig my curling fingers into the men’s flesh.  But I was utterly vulnerable, helpless to stop them taking me.  Smith was sheathed within me now.  I felt so
full
, and I suddenly froze, hardly daring to breathe lest my movements cause them to rip me asunder.

They showed me no mercy.  Clayton began to move inside me first in small, shallow pumping motions.  Then Smith ground his hips up against mine in a circular motion.  I could feel the friction of their cocks against my inner walls, and the sensation made me drop my head back in ecstasy as I fully surrendered my body to them.

Smith released one of my ass cheeks to reach up and grab the chain between my nipple clamps.  I had almost forgotten about the throbbing pain there, but I screamed as it came clawing back when Smith pulled the chain ruthlessly, forcing me to bend at my waist as I again fought to alleviate the tension.  He grinned evilly at the sound of my beautiful pain, and he thrust into me roughly.  Clayton mirrored his motion, no more than a heartbeat behind him.  His weight pressed against my back, and his hand curled around my throat, applying pressure so that I was pulled into him.  Torn between his hold and Smith’s grip on my chain, my vision went white.

They began to drive in and out of me in earnest, roughly alternating so that I was forced to accept one and then the other.  My screams were ragged and endless until Clayton increased the pressure on my throat.  I was silenced as all of my effort shifted to drawing air through my restricted airway in little gasps.  The curb of oxygen to my brain made my head spin in the most delicious way.  My Master had complete control of my body, from my carnal holes to my very breath.

Their rhythm altered, and they were both thrusting into me at the same time, filling me brutally.  Agony lashed at my nipples as Smith abruptly removed the clamps, the surge of blood returning to them searing me.  But his hot mouth was upon them instantly, his tongue licking and soothing away the pain.

There was a roaring in my ears as my head spun, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations assaulting my body and the diminishment of the air that reached my lungs.