Erotic Weekend (6 page)

Derrick and Andi walked hand in hand around
the lush resort. He held the leash, too, but needed the warmth of her small
hand in his.

He couldn’t get enough of her. He knew he
never would. He enjoyed everything about her. The way she didn’t back down in
the boardroom when she felt strongly about an issue. The way she was willing to
compromise. The way she treated her employees with fairness, yet with the
firmness of a good manager.

From watching her all this time, he knew
she was a good and loyal friend to her friends, and she would do anything for
them. She was honest and forthcoming—you always knew where you stood with Andi.

And damn, but she was beautiful. Her
gorgeous breasts, her long black hair, her soft curves, and long legs… God, he
wanted to fuck her. It took a tight rein on his control to keep himself from
taking her down to the grass and thrusting his cock into her slick warmth now,
in front of everyone in the damn resort.

No. He would wait until they were alone
like he had planned, and then he would have her.

He had always enjoyed watching his women
being pleasured by other men and women in the past. Today, though, had been
difficult. No matter how much it had turned him on, he’d found himself wanting
to whisk Andi away and keep her all to himself.

Yet he was looking forward to tonight, in
the dungeon. He couldn’t wait to see her face while she was pleasured as she’d
never been pleasured before.

But first he had to have her all to
himself.

His steps became more urgent as they neared
one of the themed cabanas, and he had to force himself to slow down. Andi
tottered on her heels as she walked over the uneven lawn and he liked it when
she slightly lost her balance and her nearly naked body brushed against his.

When they reached the elegant tent, Derrick
pushed the door flap open and watched Andi’s face as she took in the
surroundings.

It was absolutely decadent, Andi thought as
she gazed around the enormous room. It looked like a sultan’s harem tent might
look, filled with embroidered brocade pillows that covered every inch of the
floor, and exquisite tapestries that hung along the walls. It smelled of exotic
spices and light sandalwood incense. A tall golden pole at the center of the
tent supported the ceiling which rose far above their heads.

Against one wall of the tent, she also saw
what looked like two changing rooms. Next to them was a collection of whips,
scarves, and floggers of different colors and sizes hanging from the dressing
room wall. Andi bit her lower lip, wondering what Derrick had in mind. He was
always surprising her.

She glanced up at him and met his blue
eyes, and saw a wicked gleam mixed with lust.

“Get in here,” he said. He tugged at her
hand and she stumbled over a pillow, barely keeping her balance as he led her
to the changing room. He pulled aside a drape and she saw a golden costume that
looked like what a harem girl might wear. He slipped the garments from the
hanger and handed the top and bottom to her. “Put these on.”

She clutched it to her chest, the silky
material sensitizing her taut nipples. “Yes, Master.”

“Leave off your thong, and your heels,
too.” Derrick gripped her chin and trailed his thumb over her lips. “And don’t
make me wait.”

Andi shivered from his touch. “Yes,
Master,” she said as he left, letting the drape fall shut behind him.

She turned and caught a movement out of the
corner of her eye, seeing her reflection in the mirror that hung on one side of
the dressing room. For one long moment she stared at herself, her eyes wide
with embarrassment…and arousal.

Her long dark hair hung over her shoulders,
looking tousled and windblown, and her naked breasts were lifted up with the
bra pulled down beneath them. Her nipples were taut and her skin was flushed.
She looked totally wanton, a woman who desperately needed to be fucked.

With a start she remembered Derrick’s
command to not keep him waiting. She stripped out of her thong, her bra, and
her heels, and quickly slipped on the silk top with its sheer sleeves. The top didn’t
fasten, and with every move she made it fell open to reveal her breasts. The
top of the pants was silk, but the legs were sheer, and she could see the
triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs.

And they were crotchless.

A thrill skittered through Andi’s belly,
and she hoped this meant Derrick would finally fuck her.

“Andi…” came his voice from outside the
changing room with a note of warning in his tone. She quickly pulled aside the
drape and stepped barefoot upon one of the velvety pillows on the tent’s floor.

Derrick’s eyes flared and his jaw
tightened, as if he was reining himself in. He looked absolutely gorgeous and
her arousal deepened as she took him in. The muscles in his biceps flexed as he
folded his arms across his well-built chest. His waist tapered down to trim
hips and gold silk sultan’s pants covered his long legs. His erection was a
huge bulge against the silk.

She took a deep breath and put her hands
behind her back, widened her stance, and lowered her gaze, hoping he wouldn’t
punish her for lack of protocol.

“Very good,” he murmured and she shivered
at his husky tone. “Come to me.”

Andi obeyed, keeping her eyes downcast. The
velvet and brocade pillows were both soft and coarse in texture beneath her
bare feet, and she had to watch where she stepped to avoid tripping.

“On your knees, baby,” he said in a voice
hoarse with desire when she reached him.

Andi obeyed, feeling the softness of the
pillows beneath her knees when she knelt. She watched as he rubbed his erection
through his silk harem pants, then freed his cock through an opening that she
hadn’t noticed before.

He slipped his hand into her hair and
guided her forward so that her lips were a hairsbreadth away from the
plum-colored head. A drop of semen glistened in the low lighting, and she
licked her lips.

“Suck me, my little harem girl,” he said as
his hand clenched her hair tighter, “I’ll reward you well if you perform to my
liking.”

Her belly twisted with excitement and she
started to reach up with one hand when he stopped her. “Use only your mouth,”
he said.

“Yes, Master.” She crossed her hands behind
her back, hoping she could please him using only her mouth.

With his hand still clenched in her hair,
he pushed his cock through her lips as he thrust forward. Andi took him deep, feeling
him at the back of her throat. She licked and sucked and found herself moaning
as he fucked her mouth.

“That’s it, baby.” He groaned as he thrust
harder yet, and the silk of his sultan’s pants brushed her face as he ground
his hips against her. “Now look at me.”

Andi’s gaze met his as he watched his cock
move in and out of her mouth. Her breasts bounced beneath her gold silk harem
top, and the silk rubbed her nipples until she thought she’d scream from the
sensation. Her pussy ached and her juices dampened the material of her harem
pants. She wanted to slip her fingers into her folds to assuage the need, to
bring herself to what she knew would be a shattering orgasm.

Derrick groaned and she felt his cock
tighten in her mouth. Just as she thought he was going to come, he pulled her
head back and withdrew his erection from between her lips.

She watched as he closed his eyes for a
moment and tilted his head back. She knew he was fighting to gain control and
she felt a rush of pleasure that he had to fight so hard to keep from coming.

His voice was a low rumble when he released
her hair to gesture at the tent pole. “Lay flat on your back, your arms above
your head and to either side of the pole.”

“Yes, Master.” Shivers ran up and down
Andi’s spine as she settled against the pillows and raised her arms up. The
harem top fell open and she almost grinned when Derrick gave a low groan, his
gaze fixed on her naked breasts.

“Don’t move,” he ordered as he turned and
moved to the wall of objects she had noticed earlier. When he returned he was
carrying a gold silk scarf in one hand and his other fist was clenched around
something she couldn’t see.

He moved behind the pole where he was out
of her sight, then took her wrists in his hands. Quickly he tied her to the pole,
the bindings snug against her wrists.

When he returned to her, he knelt between
her thighs, nudging them further apart so that she was splayed wide open to
him. She felt the rush of cold air against her wet folds through the crotchless
pants.

Derrick opened his hand and she saw two
clamps with golden beads dangling from them. She caught her breath as he raised
one to her nipple and clamped it onto the hardened nub.

The instant pain caused her to gasp, but
then she was arching her back at the pleasure of it, her body begging for more.
He smiled and clamped the other one to her bare nipple and she bit her lip to
keep from moaning. The clamps felt tight, like Derrick was biting her nipples,
and the dangling beads lightly caressed the swell of her breasts. The pleasure
and pain was incredibly erotic and she was even more turned on than she had
been before, which was definitely saying something.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” He cupped her
breasts and massaged them, and she felt like blood was rushing straight to her
head. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Yes, Master.” Andi raised her hips in a
plea for him to take her. “Yes!”

Derrick groaned and grasped his cock in his
hand. He brought the head to her folds, and rubbed it against her slick flesh.
She pulled against her bonds, wanting to reach for him, at the same time, she
squirmed with the need to have him deep inside her.

He stroked her clit with the head of his
cock while he kept his gaze focused on hers. “Are you ready to be fucked hard?”

Andi almost screamed. “Yes, Master. Please
fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can.”

Derrick gave a look of satisfaction the
moment before he drove his cock inside her.

This time she did scream. It came out of
nowhere, shocking her the same way her body was shocked at how he filled her
and stretched her wide. She pumped her hips in rhythm with his. She tugged
against her silken bonds, wanting to go wild beneath him. Wanting to scrape her
nails along his back, down to his tight ass where she would clench him as he
drove in and out of her.

He fucked her so hard her head banged
against the pole and his hips bruised the inside of her thighs. The tent seemed
to swirl around her, the bright colors blending with the incredible sensations
she was experiencing. The clamps tight upon her nipples, the silk and gauze of
the harem outfit against her skin. The feel of every thrust Derrick made within
her pussy.

She was so close to coming, so close.
Vaguely she remembered she wasn’t supposed to come without permission and she
barely kept from toppling over the edge before she asked him, “Please may I
come, Master?”

“Not yet.” Sweat rolled down his strong jaw
and his dark hair was damp around his face. His arms were braced to either side
of her head and his biceps bulged.

Andi moaned, so close to coming that she
was certain she wouldn’t make it a moment longer. And then he shouted, “Come
for me, baby!” and her world spun out of control as she screamed. Her climax
hit her so powerfully that her body bucked with one aftershock after another.

Derrick shouted and she felt his cock
pumping within her core, his warmth filling her up.

He collapsed against her, just holding
himself up enough that he wasn’t crushing her. “My God, Andi.” His breathing
came sharp and fast. “What have you done to me?”

She was breathing so hard she couldn’t have
gotten a word out if she’d tried. Spasms continued to rock her body, her pussy
clenching around Derrick’s cock, still buried inside her.

He gave a low groan and brushed his lips
over hers. “You’re mine, baby. All mine.”

After another erotic meal, a dinner that
had left her beyond needing a climax again, Derrick led Andi by her leash to
the dungeon. She wore only the g-string now, and her high heels. He had also
insisted on protocol this time, and she walked with her eyes downcast, her
hands behind her back, several paces behind him.

And her heart was pounding like mad.

Her heels clicked against stone as he led
her down spiraling steps into the dark depths beneath the resort. Down, down,
down.

The world slipped away when the steps ended
at a darkened corridor that was a tunnel carved in stone. She became aware of
the hiss and spit of torches burning in brackets, the only light offered in the
dimness. Of the sound of her breathing, the feeling of cool air against her
naked breasts and the dank smell of the tunnel. The clunk of Derrick’s boots,
and the steady drop of water in the distance.

Andi shivered and slowed as a moment of
fear overcame her.
What am I doing?

The tug on her leash brought her back to
the moment, and Derrick narrowed his eyes as he glanced at her over his
shoulder. “Do you require more punishment, baby?”

“No, Master.” Andi lowered her eyes again
and increased her pace to keep up with his. She had to remind herself that this
was what she came here for. She
wanted
this.
Wanted
to turn over
control.
Wanted
to pleasure and be pleasured in every way imaginable.

When they entered another corridor, it was
exactly as she had pictured it. Very medieval, almost frightening. Wooden door
after wooden door ran the length of the corridor. At each door was a small
barred window. Some were closed, but others remained open—perhaps closed for
privacy, or open so that voyeurs were free to watch.

She swallowed down another gulp of fear as
sounds of screams, shouts, and soft cries met her ears. Chains rattled, whips
smacked flesh and orders were shouted with answering cries of “Yes, Master!” or
“Yes, Sire!”

“Shit,” Andi muttered without thinking.

Derrick came to an abrupt stop and she
smacked into him, feeling all that hard male flesh against her naked breasts,
and the heat of him radiating through her body like a branding iron.

“You’ve broken another rule,” he said,
turning to her, his face as serious as if she had committed the worst of
crimes. “You’re not allowed to speak unless spoken to.”

“Yes, Master,” Andi whispered.

“Speak to me in a proper tone.”

She tipped her chin up a notch, and raised
her voice. “Yes, Master.” Then she realized her mistake and lowered her gaze,
but still looked at him from beneath her lashes.

No smile from him, only complete
seriousness. “Another punishment is in order. See to it that you don’t break
any more rules.”

Shit
, Andi
thought, this time keeping it to herself as Derrick turned and tugged at her
leash.

This was it. She could scream her safe word
and be out of here, or she could go through with what could possibly be the
most erotic experience of her life.

At the very end of the corridor, Derrick
paused in front of a huge rough-hewn wooden door. This one had a larger opening
for a window, with thick iron bars. She waited with her heart in her throat as
he tugged at the door. It creaked open, echoing eerily down the corridor.

He stepped into the dungeon room and pulled
her leash, bidding her to follow. When she entered the room she came to a dead
stop. Her skin flushed with heat and she grew lightheaded.

Master Josh stood nude in the center of the
enormous room, whip in hand, his gaze centered on Andi. In those few seconds of
recognition, she saw that Sara was naked, on her knees in a cage, her wrists
bound over her head to one of the bars. Lauren was spread-eagle, her arms and
wrists tied to the wooden arms of a St. Andrew’s cross, and just as bare as
everyone else.

Andi almost turned and ran. Derrick had
something planned for her, and she wasn’t sure she was going to like it. At
all.

Derrick tugged at her leash again, and she
turned her wide gaze on him. There he was, looking as incredibly handsome and
dangerous as ever. Just how dangerous could he be?

He came up close to her so that she again
felt his heat, and despite herself she wanted to melt into him. He reached up
and unsnapped the leash from her soft leather collar. “Safe, sane, and
consensual, baby.” He let the catch on the leash trail down her shoulder.
“Anything you can’t handle, just say your safe word and this all ends.”

At that moment, with him so close and
making her dizzy with lust, she wasn’t sure she could remember her safe word.
Investment?
Stocks? No,
portfolio
, that was it.

She hoped.

“Yes, Master,” she said, and he smiled.

“That’s my girl.” His face again became a
mask of dominance as he turned to Master Josh.

“Is the wench prepared?” Master Josh asked
as he lightly snapped his whip.

Andi gulped.

Derrick gave a slow nod and glanced toward
a pair of handcuffs dangling from a long, thick-linked chain. Andi’s gaze
traveled up the chain to see that it was attached to an iron ring secured in
the stone ceiling of the dungeon.

“Stand beneath the handcuffs,” Derrick
commanded. “Your first punishment is to be bound and to accept whatever Master
Josh and I choose to do to you.”

She trembled as she walked past Sara’s cage
and tried not to look at Lauren’s naked form across the room, where the woman
was strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross. Andi couldn’t help but peek from the
corner of her eye. Lauren’s head was tilted to the side, her eyes at half-mast,
and she looked as if she was in another world altogether.

When Andi stood beneath the chain, Master
Josh took one of her arms while Derrick took the other and they fastened her
wrists into the cuffs. Master Josh’s cock brushed her thigh, and heat rose
within Andi at the contact.

The metal cuffs were fur-lined, for which
she was grateful as she dangled from the chain, the toes of her stilettos
barely scraping the dungeon’s stone floor. She felt strung out and lightheaded,
her arms high over her head, and her body extending down as if she was being
stretched like human taffy.

Derrick started to strip, pulling his soft
leather shirt over his head and tossing it aside. His muscles flexed, his nipples
hard, and the bulge beneath his leather pants told her how turned on he was.

Andi took a second to take in the huge room
that looked as if it was from King Arthur’s time. The walls were made of
ancient-looking stone, crumbling in some places. The floor looked hewn from
handmade blocks. But even though the setting looked authentic, it still
appeared to be clean—as if all was kept sterile.

Her gaze tried to take in everything else
in the room. Floggers, whips, chains, and other medieval-looking torture devices
lined the wall across from her. Some of the warmth left her body. She didn’t
even
want to know what some of them were.

To her right was a stockade next to a table
with leather straps and metal stirrups. There was a leather swing in one
corner, and what looked like a leather-covered sawhorse to her left. Her skin
grew colder with every new discovery.

What
was
that damn safe word again?
Portfolio.
Yeah, that’s it.

Master Josh left Andi’s side to go to
Lauren. He snapped his whip and it smacked against the woman’s thigh. Her eyes
flew open and she gave a small cry.

“Your punishment is to watch while the
wench is pleasured, slave.” His tone was firm and his eyes intent as he glanced
Andi’s way. Wildfire flared within her belly and heat flowed over her at his
words. What was going to happen? Were they all going to watch as Derrick fucked
her? The mere thought was heady, arousing, and confusing all at once.

Master Josh turned his gaze back to Lauren.
“You have to learn that you’re not allowed release with anyone but me, so long
as you are my slave.”

Lauren nodded and visibly swallowed. “Yes,
Master. I’ll never do it again.”

Josh moved to Sara’s cage. He snapped the
whip and she jerked against her bonds, as if in surprise. “Your punishment is
the same, slave,” he said. “You and Lauren were very bad girls today, weren’t
you.” A statement, not a question.

Sara licked her lips. “Yes, Master. We
deserve whatever punishment you think is fit.”

Master Josh gave one quick nod, the fierce
expression still on his strikingly handsome features. He moved back toward Andi
and her gaze flicked toward Derrick.

He was now completely and gloriously naked.
Her heart pounded faster and her mouth grew dry as her gaze rested on his full
and erect cock rising from its nest of soft dark curls. His balls were large
and she imagined herself taking each one in her mouth and sucking before going
down on his cock.

God, how she wanted him to fuck her again.

But then Master Josh pressed his cock
against her thigh and stroked the leather strap of the whip over her breasts,
scraping her nipples. She gasped. She tore her gaze from Derrick to Josh, her
lips parting in surprise.

Master Josh dove for her mouth, his tongue
slicing into her depths before she had a chance to realize what was happening
to her. She didn’t want to kiss him back, but the way he teased her with his
tongue and nibbled at her lips caused her to moan. He was a damn good kisser,
almost as good as Derrick.

She shuddered as Derrick rubbed his cock
against her other thigh. He captured her face in his large hands and tore her
from Josh’s kiss to brand her with his own. Derrick was all heat and man. He
still tasted of the wine they’d had with dinner and his unique masculine
flavor.

He kissed her so hard her head spun with
the wildness of it. She kissed him back, wanting him, needing him, wishing she
could touch him.

Both men had their hands all over her body,
touching her breasts, tugging at her nipples, and palming her ass as she
continued to kiss Derrick.

“I caught Lauren and Sara fucking a Domme’s
slave,” Josh murmured just before he bit her earlobe. “If that had been you,
and I was your Dom, I would have whipped your ass raw.”

Andi’s eyes widened, and Derrick smiled
against her lips. “If I ever catch you with another man without my permission,”
he said, “you can bet I’ll find one hell of a punishment.”

A game
, Andi
reminded herself,
this is all a game
.If she shouted her safe
word, it would be over. And no matter what, when it was time to check out of
the resort tomorrow, the game would end.

She wasn’t sure how she felt about what was
happening right at this moment, but when Derrick kissed her with fierce
intensity, she didn’t care about anything but his mouth on hers, his hands on
her skin, his cock pressed against her. The feeling of having two men stroking
her, kissing her, rubbing their cocks against her, was an experience she never
would have imagined. Yet here she was, and it was making her so wet she was
afraid she’d come from the sheer pleasure of it.

As Derrick kissed her, she was aware of
Master Josh dropping to his knees in front of her. He rubbed his nose against
the small strip of cloth covering her mound and she shivered as he audibly
inhaled. “Your wench smells sweet, Derrick.” His voice was a low rumble. “I
wonder how she tastes.”

Derrick pulled away from Andi, his blue
eyes fixed on hers. For a moment she thought she saw indecision and jealousy,
but then his face became a mask of dominance again.

“Taste her,” he told Josh while his gaze
held Andi’s, and her whole body went weak. Derrick was going to
share
her.

Again.

Just how far they would go, she didn’t
know.

Why should I care, as long as it feels
good?

Derrick captured her mouth again with his,
at the same time Josh caught her thong with his teeth and tugged it down. She
felt the scrape of his teeth against the soft skin of her mound, and she
groaned into Derrick’s mouth.

In no time, Master Josh had her thong
around her ankles and pulled it free of her heels. He used his hands to part
her folds and at the first swipe of his tongue, she tipped her head back and
cried out.

“I—I’m going to come, Master,” she
whispered.

“
No
.” Derrick took her face in his
hands and forced her to look at him. “You will
not
come without
permission.”

She heard him, but her body didn’t want to
listen. Her thighs trembled on either side of Master Josh’s head and her pussy
flooded more of her wetness onto his tongue.

Derrick released her. He moved away and her
body screamed for his warmth, his touch—even as Josh licked, sucked, and
nibbled at her clit, much like he had her mouth when he’d kissed her. Damn, but
that man knew his way around a pussy.

Her eyes were nearly crossing as she fought
against an oncoming climax. Through her blurry vision she saw Sara and Lauren
watching, pulling against their own bonds. Strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross,
in the torchlight Lauren’s pussy glistened with her desire. In her cage, Sara’s
nipples looked rigid and she was biting her lip hard enough that a drop of
blood beaded on it.

Andi twisted against her bonds, her skin
slick with sweat, her head light from hanging from the handcuffs and from what
the men had been doing to her. “Master, please,” she begged, turning her gaze
to where Derrick now stood.

Her body suddenly went cold when she saw
the whip in his hand.