The Bet (10 page)

A
minute later, Jones shot his load deep inside me. Bradford and Thornton soon
followed. I fell asleep where I lay, with three cocks still buried in my three
holes.

Ice
cold water woke me up the next morning. When I gathered my wits, I realized I
was in the shower. My arms were strapped to the same bar as before, holding me
up. But I was alone—and I had another gag shoved between my teeth, so I
couldn’t call out.

I
couldn’t move to get out from beneath the cold spray, either, so I just had to
take it.

Shivering,
chattering, I stood there until finally the bathroom door opened. But it was
Dustin who came through, not Bradford, not Jones, not Thornton.

He
took off his clothes, and his cock was already straining. Reaching down, he
stroked it, and naturally my eyes stayed glued there. “You’ve done pretty well,
Jenna,” he said. “I’ve been watching, and damn have I enjoyed myself.”

I’d
already seen much of what he would have seen, so I could well understand the
sentiment. Whether it was something I’d wanted or not, I’d been horny as hell
for about thirty-six hours or so, non-stop.

“So
here’s the deal. It’s Sunday, so you’re still my own personal sex slave for the
rest of today. Now you know you get off on pain and being tied up…now
I
know you get off on pain and being tied up, and it isn’t just something I
suspect any more…so for the rest of the day, I’ll call you slave, and you call
me Master. Then we’ll see where we go from there, okay?”

Right
then, I would have agreed to anything if he would get me out of the freezing
shower. I nodded and mumbled something into my gag.

Dustin
reached into the shower and added some hot water to my cold water. When it
warmed up, he climbed in and soaped me all over, then rinsed me off. After
turning off the water, he released my hands from the bar and then tossed me
over his shoulder, carrying me dripping wet into the room with the stocks.

He
tossed me unceremoniously onto the floor, and then took a collar from a table,
fastening it around my neck. Then he attached it to a hook in the floor, so
that my head was down on the ground, and attached both of my wrists to the same
hook.

Moving
between my legs, he put a bar between my ankles, and then attached it in place
to two more hooks sticking up from the floor, leaving me in a seriously
uncomfortable doggy-style position.

His
tongue came down on my sex, and then he bit and tugged on my clit, forcing it
back out of hiding so he could do as he pleased with it. Instantly, my cunt
flooded with my juices. Dustin didn’t need any more invitation than that to
shove his fingers inside me, stretching me with first three and then four.

My
hips pressed back into him, desperate for more. As over-sexed as I’d been all
weekend, I was already on the verge of another orgasm…but Dustin sensed it. He
knew my body way too well.

“Same
rule applies with me as it did with Bradford and his men. You don’t come unless
I tell you to come, slave. Your cunt exists for my pleasure, not for yours.”

I
whimpered and fought to control the urge as he continued to work over my clit
with his teeth. He hadn’t shaved since before the party Friday night, and his
stubble scraped against my swollen, tender flesh.

And
then, while his hand still worked in my pussy, he licked a path up to my
asshole, pressing his tongue inside. Somehow, over the last day and a half,
that had become highly erogenous area for me. Instead of wishing he’d leave it
alone, I wanted more.

But
then he pulled away. When he came back, it was with the swing of a rattan cane
against my cheeks.

I
screamed into my gag in shock and pain, and yet another tug happened in my
center, and I was wetter than before.

Dustin
knelt down next to my head and removed my gag.

A
stream of drool hit the floor.

“That’s
right, slave. Scream for me.” He swung again, then again, over and over again,
picking up a rhythm. I screamed and cried, over and over again, until I was
begging him to fuck me and there was no more line separating pleasure and pain.

Finally,
he put down the cane. When he came back to me, he pressed a vibrator inside my
cunt and turned it on. Then he took me by the hips and ran his hands over my
stinging cheeks. “I’m going to fuck your ass, slave.” Dustin squeezed out some
lube and spread it all around my hole, pressing his fingers up inside to
lubricate me there. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and you’re going to beg me to
fuck you harder, and it is only when I’m in your ass that you’ll be allowed to
come. Is that clear?”

“Yes,
Master.” I was breathless, waiting for him to push inside me. But still, he
just ran his fingers over my anus, adding more lube, driving me batty with
anticipation.

“Understand
this…once I’m inside you, I’m going to keep fucking you until I’m good and
done. You beg me to stop, and I’ll keep fucking. You beg me to let you come,
and I’ll keep fucking.” Dustin pressed three fingers inside my asshole and
shoved them up as deep as they’d go, causing me to suck in a breath. “You beg
me to slow down, and still I’m just going to keep fucking. Is that clear?”

He’d
already seen Bradford fuck my ass. He knew I could take it deep and hard and
fast…and get off on it like there was no tomorrow. There was no point in
arguing. “Yes, Master.”

I’d
barely gotten the words out of my mouth before he pulled his fingers free and
replaced them with his cock. He pressed all the way in on the first thrust,
forcing my head down onto the floor harder than it already was. Then he pulled
out, all but an inch or so, before driving back inside me.

And
then he was fucking me like a madman, hard and fast and so damn good. Each
thrust pressed against the vibe, sending shockwaves through me to my clit, my
tits, my toes. I called out, but have no clue what I said. I do know it sounded
something like, “Gruuunnhhhhhhhh.”

True
to his word, he didn’t slow down or ease up at all. In fact, any time I did
anything, whether it was moan or press my hips back to meet him, he somehow
increased his intensity.

I
felt his cock harden and grow within me, and then his sac tightened. He was
about to come. Dustin moved his grip from my hips to my breasts. “Come for me,
slave.”

And
I did. I shattered, and felt like I was floating on the clouds while he shot
his load up inside me, spurt after spurt after spurt.

He
pulled his cock out, but left the vibe working in my pussy. Then he left me for
a while, with my ass sticking up in the air, covered in cum. Eventually he came
back and cleaned me up with a cloth, but still he didn’t release any of my
bonds. When he was done, Dustin sat down on the floor by my head and stroked my
hair while he rejuvenated.

We
spent the rest of the day fucking when, where, and how he saw fit. I screwed up
once and came while he was flogging my pussy, even though he’d forbidden me to
come at any time without his cock in my ass, and certainly not without his
permission. Because of that, he punished me by chaining me naked to the
basketball pole out on the beach and painting a sign on my chest that read Free
Blowjobs.

I
sucked off six college guys while the others fingered me before Dustin decided
I’d had enough of a punishment for that infraction. Then he took me back
inside, brushed my teeth and made me gargle, and then let me suck his cock
while we watched the video of me, Bradford, and Jones at the spanking horse.

When
the sun started to set, Dustin bent me over a sofa with my hands and arms
belted behind my back, and fucked me in the ass again…and let me come. While I
was recovering from that, he put a two-headed dildo inside me, one part in my
cunt, the other in my ass. He spun me around and connected clamps to my tits
and clit. Then he walked me out and put me in the front seat of the car,
buckling me in such a way that he could still tug on the chain connecting my
clamps.

The
whole way home, he would reach over and tug on it occasionally, and I’d moan. We
nearly caused countless wrecks, because the other drivers would stare at me.
But eventually, we pulled into the garage and he let me out of the car.

I
stopped short when I walked into the house, though. Bradford and Jones were
sitting in the kitchen, sipping from cups of coffee.

“Did
you enjoy your weekend, Fuck Toy?” Bradford looked cocky as ever.

I
couldn’t deny that I had. I just nodded.

“Your
man hired us to help you out, sugar,” Jones said. “He knew you’d be into it if
we could break down your barriers…and he was right. And now he wants to make it
a bit more permanent.”

“Permanent?”
As in all of them? I shot my eyes over to Dustin, and he winked at me.

“Just
me, slave. They were only for the weekend.”

“Of
course, if he ever needs to hire us again…” Bradford let that hang in the air.

I
probably wouldn’t mind their assistance from time to time…if it meant I could
have as many orgasms as I had this weekend. Still, this was all just a little
weird.

“What
about my job?”

“You’ll
go to work. I’ll go to work. All of that will be normal.” Dustin moved up
behind me and fingered the dual dildo inside me. “But then when we come home,
it’s Master and slave.”

And
lots of sex.

I
thought about it for a moment. But it really didn’t take all that long.

“Yes,
Master.”

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