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  No. It was just a game. That’s all it was. “I apologize, Mistress.”

  “Ricky, look at me.”

  That was Mistress Crystal. And he couldn’t. She could punish him if she felt the need. It didn’t matter. He couldn’t let her see the tears in his eyes.

  “Ricky.”

  Long, sharp nails raked slowly over his scalp, sending shivers of pleasure running through him. Soft lips kissed his eyelids, wicking away the trace of dampness they found there, tearing a sob from his throat.

  “Richard.”

  “I apologize, Mistress. I ruined your scene. Please forgive me.”

  “Richard, look at me.”

  And he did, because she demanded it of him, blinking rapidly to push back tears no man was allowed to shed. It was hard trying not to look directly at her, anyway. Her face was only inches from his.

  “You didn’t ruin anything, Richard. The scene went perfectly. But now the camera’s turned off. What we’ve been doing’s been pretty intense. Now it’s time for some fun.” She leaned in, closer still, and she kissed him. Not Mistress. Just Crystal. The woman. He froze for a moment, too stunned to respond. Then his mind shut down, and his body took over. He kissed her the way he’d wanted too, from the first moment he’d seen her eyes on him, smiling, but not laughing at the picture he made, just smiling. And looking hotter than any woman had a right to.

  Combing his fingers through her hair, he cupped her head and plundered her mouth with his tongue. She tasted like cool sweet tea on a hot summer’s day, so good, so right, he couldn’t get enough. He could wake up next to her every day for the rest of his life and he knew it would never be enough.

  But then there was Ani, behind him, beautiful, tempting Ani, kissing his shoulder, his neck, her hands stroking, sweeping over and around him till she found his cock. Her touch made him so hard he wondered if he could come just from the feel of skin on skin. How could he ever see her as his secretary, knowing the mysteries that her man-cut suit disguised?

  How could he give either of them up?

  “You’re thinking again, Ricky. You shouldn’t do that.”

  “Mmmm,” Crystal agreed, pulling away from his kiss. “You think entirely too much.” She pushed him to his back, which should have rolled him on top of Ani, but somehow didn’t. Probably because Ani was now kneeling beside them, slipping a condom down over his cock.

  Some dim analytical part of his brain wondered why his ass wasn’t on fire, scorched like the nine hells as it was, instead of merely burning with a dull ache, but whatever the thought had been escaped him as Crystal straddled his hips and lowered her tight, wet pussy onto his cock. “Oh, fuck,” was the most coherent thing he could utter.

  Smiling, Crystal held out her hand, guiding Ani to straddle his chest. Crystal wrapped her arms around Ani, hugging her, while they kissed for a moment over Ani’s shoulder. Then Crystal’s clever fingers found Ani’s nipples.

  Dear God. He’d never seen anything so blatantly erotic. Ricky lifted Ani, urging her to sit up higher over him, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue. She obliged, falling forward over him doggy style while Crystal’s fingers worked her nipples. Pulling Ani down, Ricky licked her slowly from the bottom of her labia to the tip of her clit. He flicked his tongue over her clit, teasing, then pulled her down hard, thrusting his tongue as deep into her hot, wet cunt as he could reach.

  Moaning with need, Crystal slid up the length of his shaft and came back down hard, taking him balls deep as she ground against his pelvis. He slid a hand between Ani’s ass and Crystal’s thigh, working Crystal’s clit as she rode him harder. Her tight, wet cunt gripped him hard, milking him as she came. Ani screamed as she bounced harder on his tongue, her hips driving wildly against him. He licked and sucked, meeting her thrust for erratic thrust as she came over his mouth.

  The weight of the two of them slammed into him, scraping his burning ass into the carpet over and over again. Had he really thought the damaged skin didn’t hurt by now? He was so wrong, on so many levels. He wanted to scream as the icy-hot erotic burn seeped through him, searing his raw nerves with exquisite pain.

  Just when he thought he couldn’t hold out any longer, Crystal rolled to the floor, her fist closing over his cock to strip off the condom she’d coated with her juices. Ani slid on a new one before she moved to kneel on all fours over Crystal’s weeping pussy. Ani swept her hair back out of the way, giving him an unobstructed view as she sucked Crystal’s clit between her lips.

  That left him naked and alone, and hard as Crystal’s plastic dong, with Ani’s ass in the perfect position. Surely they hadn’t meant for him to waste this condom. He knelt behind Ani, his poor abused buns finally free of the stinging carpet, reaching beneath Ani to guide his cock into her waiting pussy.

  “Fuck, yes!” Ani screamed.

  Crystal moaned, her nails biting deep into his hips. She pulled him down hard, as if his cock were thrusting through Ani right into her waiting cunt.

  His balls pulled up, slapping against Ani in time to her thrusts into Crystal’s waiting pussy with her tongue. His hands found Crystal’s tits and milked them in rhythm to his thrusts. He should have come by now, had never lasted this long, but then he hadn’t come so many times in so few hours since he’d been a teenager watching forbidden porn flicks in time to his own clumsy hand jobs.

  Ani broke around him again, screaming in release as she came. He could feel her muscles working as she turned fingers and tongue to her best use against Crystal’s exposed flesh. He wanted nothing more than to come, collapsing over the two sated women in blissful agony, before they had no further need of him and tossed him aside, but the harder he worked the farther away his own release seemed.

  And then the women shifted again, this time with Ani on the bottom, sixty-nine to Crystal’s pussy. That left Crystal’s ass facing him. Ani handed him yet another condom, and the ever-present tube of lube.

  Dear God in heaven. His balls felt like they might explode at the mere thought of his dick in Crystal’s tight ass. He worked her carefully with his fingers and the lube, knowing better than to thrust in before she was ready. She opened to him willingly, her tight sphincter relaxing at his touch, moaning in pleasure at something, his fingers, Ani’s tongue, what he couldn’t be sure.

  This weekend had been littered with firsts, and this was no exception. Never before had he felt the tight fist of a woman’s anus sheathing his cock. “Oh, fuck, that’s good,” he moaned as he slowly slid in.

  Below him Ani’s lips captured his balls, sucking them one after the other into the warm cavern of her mouth. He jerked hard, burying himself to the hilt with one final push. Then Ani’s hands were on his hips, urging him in and out in rapid jerks that matched her own undulating hips.

  Crystal screamed -- he hoped it was from pleasure -- and he could feel the strength of her orgasm milking his cock in strong, insistent pulls. “Now!” Crystal ordered.

  Whether she meant him or Ani didn’t matter. His body reacted as if given the permission he’d needed. Long, hot gushes of cum pounded unrestricted from the base of his balls through the length of his cock. He roared out his release, thrusting wildly into Crystal’s tight channel. Ani’s nails dug into his tender ass and he screamed, shooting spurt after spurt into the condom.

  Ani’s hips bucked hard off the floor and Crystal came with her, holding her tightly as she lapped at her pussy. Ricky could smell the hot juices that spilled from both women. Slipping from her ass as he finally went soft, he pushed Crystal aside to lick Ani clean. Crystal pulled the condom off and ran a soft cloth over him, then pulled him back down between them. “Feeling better?” she laughed, pushing the hair back from his face.

  “Yeah,” he agreed.

  “Definitely,” Ani answered as well.

  “Good.” Crystal yawned and stretched. “Let’s go get some lunch.”

  6:00 PM, Sunday, 11 February 2007

  Charter Limo

  “Park in the garage, Charlie.”r />
  In the garage? Not at the front door? Why?

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Was there a note of anticipation in the big chauffeur’s voice? Ricky shuddered, remembering the way Charlie had eyed his backside. He hadn’t given a lot of thought as to why Crystal had called for the limo at the time. Not when it meant full dress just to go riding through Central Park in search of a Coney Island Dog vender who hadn’t already closed up shop for the day. They’d all been having too much fun.

  Now, though, the thrill of being out in public faded. Crystal’s plastic dong up his ass was one thing. She was the Mistress. Sharing him with Ani had its benefits, too. But Charlie…

  Did he dare protest? All Mistress had done was ask Charlie -- tell Charlie -- to park in the garage. Perhaps there was nothing to worry about.

  Before he could decide, Charlie pulled the limo into an extra large space that might very well have been lined off just for it. The big man held the door for them, then escorted them to the rear entrance and through the lobby. The doorman gave the women a too-friendly smile, then looked at Ricky a little more closely. “Evening, ladies,” he offered politely.

  “Evening, Gregory,” the ladies responded. Ricky merely waved. He was too nervous to be sure his voice wouldn’t crack like a twelve-year-old’s.

  “I was disappointed that you couldn’t join us this morning, Charlie.”

  Charlie squirmed uncomfortably. “I go to church with Molly every Sunday morning, Mistress.”

  Crystal studied the Viking, her slow perusal far from flattering. “I don’t think you went to church this morning, Charlie. I think you watched fuck flicks till four AM and slept in till I called for you.”

  “No, Mistress.”

  “Molly answered the phone when I called earlier. You were still asleep. You lied to me, Charlie. That’s a transgression that must be punished.”

  There are two kinds of pain. Erotic pain and punishment. You will do everything in your power to keep me from having to punish you. Punishment is not for your sexual enjoyment, and I assure you, you will not find my punishment enjoyable. Do you understand me?

  Ricky could see he wasn’t the only one who remembered that warning. Charlie dropped his gaze to the carpet. A fine bead of sweat stood out on the big man’s forehead. “I apologize, Mistress. I overslept.”

  “What was the last instruction I gave you, Charlie?”

  Charlie bit his bottom lip, as if to still its trembling. “Not to touch myself, Mistress.”

  Oh, good God. He’d been under an order prohibiting masturbation while he was driving the limo home last night? Amazing his dick hadn’t fallen off.

  “I tried, Mistress,” Charlie whimpered. “Honest, I tried.”

  “We both know why Mistress Molly sent you to me, Charlie.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “I’d hate to have to report to her that you failed. I’d feel like I failed, Charlie. And I don’t like to fail.”

  “It is an honor and a privilege to serve you, Mistress Crystal, and I regret that I have disobeyed you. It will not happen again.”

  Who the hell was Mistress Molly and why had she sent this man to Crystal? Did Dommes regularly farm out their undisciplined subs? What sort of punishment would a Mistress like Crystal bestow on a man who’d both broken his vow against masturbation and then lied to her? One thing was for certain. Ricky was damn glad he wasn’t the one who’d made such a blunder.

  “Are you still wearing your cage?”

  “Yes, Mistress. Mistress Molly will not allow me to take it off.”

  Oh God. She’d put a chastity cage on him? And then that ride with them in the limo last night? Somehow Ricky wasn’t nearly as worried about Charlie and the direction of his gaze any more. Seemed like he was a whole lot better off than Charlie.

  The elevator opened with its characteristic whoosh and Crystal waved her hand. “Wait for us in the dungeon, Charlie.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” He sounded worried. Well, he had damn good reason to be worried…

  “Ricky.”

  His attention snapped to Crystal. “Yes, Mistress!” Charlie be damned. He’d best look after his own hide.

  “I want you to go to the leather room with Ani and change into something special for tonight.”

  Something special? Ricky blinked in surprise, but he knew better than to argue. “Yes, Mistress,” he croaked out.

  “Come to the dungeon as soon as you’re dressed.” With that she disappeared.

  Did she mean for him to play the Inquisitor? Could he do that? Could he take a lash to Ani’s tender backside?

  Funny. Had anyone asked him a month ago what the worst outcome he could think of for this week was, he’d have said having someone he knew showing up at the auction. But then, he hadn’t really known Ani a week ago.

  He had to run to catch up with Ani as she hurried down the hall. “Ani, wait!” he called, keeping his voice pitched low so it wouldn’t carry.

  She looked over her shoulder, one eyebrow slightly raised.

  “I don’t think I can do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Ani laughed. “Not me. Charlie.”

  “Charlie?” he squeaked.

  “Charlie is in really deep shit. Mistress Molly sent him to Crystal because she caught him cheating on her with his clients. Rather than making him give up the business -- I take it the limo service pays very well -- Molly loaned Charlie out to Crystal. Now he’s broken the rules. Again.”

  “Oh, shit. Dumb bastard. What the fuck was he thinking?”

  Ani laughed again. “Thinking is not one of the things Charlie is best at.”

  No shit. “Ani?”

  She glanced back again.

  “Who’s Scott?”

  “My bastard ex-husband. He ran off with a bubble-headed bimbo with big tits.”

  “Idiot,” Ricky snorted. “Give me a smart woman any day over one with big tits. Your tits are perfect.”

  Ani stopped in her tracks, wrapped her arms around him and kissed him full on the mouth. She tasted like ketchup and mustard and possibilities. He closed his eyes for a moment and dared to hope.

  “You’re one special man, Richard. When I saw you up on that stage, all I could think about was making you miserable. Now all I can think about is making you mine.”

  He opened his eyes and gently nipped her lower lip. “When this week’s over it’s going to kill me to go home.”

  Ani bit him back. Harder. “Somehow I don’t think either of us will be leaving at the end of the week. But that’s for Crystal to say.” She swatted his ass. “Stop distracting me. We have a man to flog.”

  It was not, Ricky decided, a good day to be Charlie.

  6:30 PM, Sunday, 11 February 2007

  The Grande Inquisition

  Bishop Stuart’s Dungeon

  A sharp crack rent the still of the dungeon. Charlie, who knelt naked at Crystal’s feet, jumped as if she’d struck him. But then, from that position, he hadn’t seen the whip Crystal popped against the calf of her leather boot. “Welcome to Mistress Crystal’s Dungeon. I do hope you’re not foolish enough to be late.” Crystal turned a chilling smile to the camera.

  “I am the Grand Inquisitor, Bishop Stuart. As you should remember, our prisoner, Mr. Scott, has confessed to heinous and foul acts of sexual perversion. Unfortunately for him, Mr. Scott has not yet revealed the identities of his accomplices. Mistress Ani, please secure the prisoner to the rack.”

  Ricky risked raising his head enough to see what was going on. In a weird déjà vu, Ani led the masked but otherwise naked Mr. Scott to a large wooden cross shaped like an X in brackets and set in a pivoting suspension base. Devious piece of furniture. The way it pivoted through the reinforced center it would offer full access to the prisoner’s ass or pussy as well as his or her head once it was flipped horizontal. Or you could flip it till he hung upside down, or any other angle… like a spider’s victim, caught in a swaying web.

  Ani secured the prisoner by his a
nkles, then unlocked the frame and lowered the head end so she could reach his wrists, stretching him out spread eagle. Pivoting him flat, she locked the frame in place again. She circled the cross, inspecting her work. When she was sure he passed inspection, Ani took a moment to lick the prisoner’s left nipple, sucking it until it poked out in a hard peak. With no warning she snapped a small butterfly clamp over the protruding bud. Charlie bucked so hard the cross shook in its frame. She draped the chain attached to the clamp low across his belly. With a slow, deliberate stride designed, he was sure, to drive the poor victim mad with anticipation, Ani circled the rack. She threaded the chain through the ring in Charlie’s cock cage and measured it for a close fit before she approached the other nipple. It was ready for her, stabbing out as far as the first one had, despite her lack of attention. Still, Ani took a moment to suck the delicate flesh, making a show of her teeth on his skin for the camera.

  Despite the show designed to draw his attention upward, Ricky found his gaze drawn to the prisoner’s prick. Chastity device indeed. The poor man’s cock was stuffed in an acrylic cage, held in place by an acrylic ring that snapped shut behind his balls and secured at the tip by a Prince Albert piercing.

  Not only was there absolutely no way he could masturbate, but Ricky wasn’t even sure the man could pee. At least not standing up. A small plastic security tag held it shut. Even without a lock it would have been hard to remove. Locked, the thing wasn’t going anywhere. And the tag, though possibly breakable, was printed with a visible serial number.

  That ought to teach the bastard to keep his dick in his pants. Any man who was stupid enough to screw around on his Mistress deserved whatever punishment she could think up.

  On the other hand, maybe Charlie was into punishment. Maybe he wanted to get caught. But even if he was into pain and punishment, he couldn’t have known Mistress Molly would turn him over to Crystal to be featured on Internet pay-per-view.