9781631054303ThreeofaKindHolt by Desiree Holt

 
    THREE
OF A KIND
     
    A
Club Fantasy Story
     
    Desiree
Holt
    Copyright © 2014
     
    Prologue
     
     
    Music
played softly in their private room at Club Fantasy. He’d chosen various types of
Hispanic music, preferring the soft strains of the tangos and the heavy
drumbeats of the rhumbas and cha-chas.
    She
was manacled, spread-eagled to a St. Andrew’s Cross ,
her long fall of auburn hair held up with a gold clip so that her entire back,
from her neck to her feet, was exposed. Long   moments ago she had tumbled into subspace, driven there by the
pleasurable pain of the flogger, the sharp sting on her skin and the rush of
heat from her neck to her ankles. She was so wet with her own juices she could
smell her musk and tremors throbbed through the walls of her pussy.  
    She
had reached the critical point of needing release a long time ago but her Dom
still held her at the edge, a game they played frequently. The card, she
remembered, in one brief moment of clarity. She had chosen the card labeled
“Delayed Orgasm” and he was taking it to its ultimate.
    Her
nipples ached with pleasant pain from the clamps fastened to them. Tiny weights
attached to the clamps pulled and tugged on her nipples, stretching them and
increasing the satisfying pain. The plug her Dom had inserted in her ass hummed
on the lowest speed of pulsation, sending vibrations echoing through her body
and stimulating every one of her nerves. She sighed and closed her eyes,
enjoying the kaleidoscope of sensations playing over her body.
    Her
Dom placed his lips close to her ear. “Time for the wand,” he
told her in a low, raspy voice.
    Her
pussy clenched in anticipation of the new assault on her senses. She loved the
wand especially the way her Master used it. A tiny jolt here,
a little electrical charge there, no planned pattern, giving her no time to
adjust or anticipate. A spray of cool liquid misted over her skin. The alcohol. Oh, yes! Fire play tonight with the wand. She
shivered in expectation.
    “I
love how you respond to this, girl.” The low timbre of his voice rippled
through her. “Of all the subs I’ve ever been with, you become the most aroused,
the most desperate for satisfaction.” He trailed a finger the length of her
spine. “The one whose orgasms are the most intense.”
    Get
on with it , she wanted to shout to him. Please,
please, please. Do it, and then fuck me .
    She
tried to wiggle her ass, trying to tempt him, to urge him to move faster. She
wanted him to take her right to that edge and then shove his cock inside her
and fuck her senseless.
    “Soon
enough,” he chuckled, as if reading her mind.
    At
the first touch of the wand the last vestiges of rational thought left her and
she was plunged into the deepest possible subspace. The heat of the flame
scorched her, replaced immediately by the cool touch of a damp cloth. Heat,
spark, cool. Heat, spark, cool. Over and over until the
pattern consumed her. She jerked at each application of the violet wand
then moaned with pleasure as the erotic sensations cascaded through her. On and on and on.
    The
sudden cessation shocked her into semi-awareness. She heard the moan drifting
from her lips without being aware it was a sound she made.
    The
large warm hand caressed her again. Slid down past her
buttocks. Fingers found the dampness of her cunt, rubbing her labia and
sliding inside. She clamped down on them but the moment she did he withdrew
them.
    “Oh,
you’re more than ready, my little subbie . Yes, you’re
ready to take every inch of my cock.”
    Wiping
her down once more with the damp cloth, he released the manacles, lifted her
and turned her so she was once again spread-eagled on the St. Andrew’s Cross , legs wide apart, this time facing him. She
looked at him from beneath heavy eyelids, watching him through a lust-induced
haze. He had removed the black leather pants he’d worn earlier, the ones he’d
opened when she knelt before him to take his cock in her mouth and suck