The Plume: The Second Anthology (23 page)

“Hey, she’s locked down,” Eric said.

“Beg me for the key, Joanna,” Mike said.

“Please, Mike, please give Eric the key.”
Joanna gasped as the vibrator began to pulse against her. Mike must
have turned it on. She felt Eric lean forward to grasp something
from Mike, then he tipped her back so she was leaning against the
back of the front seat. He unlocked the strap and unbuckled it,
taking a deep appreciative breath of her scent.

“So wet,” he whispered, his one finger
slipping under the second strap. He must have increased the speed
on the vibrator because its throb became more insistent. Joanna
moaned, unable to stop herself.

“She loves this.” Joanna could feel his
breath as well as the heat emanating from him.

“So submissive,” he whispered in awe, his
fingertips trailed down the length of her.

“I do everything Mike commands,” she
said.

“And tonight you’ll do what Eric commands, as
well,” Mike said, his stern tone making her shiver. “You’ll call me
Master Mike and him Master Eric.”

“I like that,” Eric said. “Say it, then kiss
me.”

“Yes, Master Eric,” Joanna said, then reached
for his shoulders and kissed him.

He seized her waist and pulled her down hard
onto his lap. She could feel the size of him even through the
chastity belt. He was huge, bigger than Mike maybe, and he was very
hard. He also was rougher than Mike.

He held her against him, rubbing her against
his erection with a deliberation that made her tremble with desire.
She felt him smile, then he slanted his mouth over hers and
deepened their kiss even more. He kissed her harder than Mike ever
did, as if he would eat her alive. Joanna had a flicker of
uncertainty, then told herself to accept it.

She had submitted already, after all.

“Wait a minute,” Eric said when he finally
lifted his head, his hands locked around Joanna to keep her from
moving away. He heaved a sigh and gripped her tightly. “I’ve got to
know your safeword. This could go over the top, really easily.”

Joanna felt her mouth work but no sound came
out.

“Look at that mouth.” Eric’s fingertip
brushed her lips. “What’s your safeword, Joanna, for when it gets
too hot?”

Joanna didn’t know what he meant and that
felt like a failure. “Master Mike?”

“We don’t have one,” Mike said, his voice
sounding strained.

“No safeword?” Eric sounded incredulous.
“That’s crazy.”

“She surrendered to me and that’s how it
is.”

“But you’ve got to have a code word...” Eric
protested.

“She’s mine to give,” Mike said as the car
accelerated, his voice reminding Joanna that nothing was up to her
any more. “Mine to share or not.”

“Jesus,” Eric whispered, the weight of his
hands running over Joanna. “The perfect submissive.”

“Don’t you like it that way?” Mike asked, his
tone harder.

“Oh yeah,” Eric murmured. “I like it a lot.
Trust you to find a crazy risk that just made it all really
hot.”

Joanna swallowed. She might have asked Mike a
question, but Eric locked his hands around her head and kissed her
hard, driving his tongue into her with passionate force. She
thought he would take her in the car, he was so excited, and she
was glad that Mike was with them.

Eric broke their kiss again, his hands now
locked around her head. It reminded Joanna of the way that Rex had
held her captive. He ran his thumbs over her cheeks and kissed her
again, nipping at her earlobe and the exposed skin of her throat.
His hand slid into the cup of her corset and he chuckled against
her skin. “Clamps, too,” he whispered, then pinched one even
tighter. Joanna gasped. “Like that?”

“I like what my masters like,” Joanna
whispered, less certain that was true than she had been with Mike.
She swallowed. “Master Eric.”

“She’s perfect,” Eric said to Mike. “How do
you keep from fucking her all the time?”

“I don’t,” Mike said, then almost laughed. “I
don’t.”

“Then maybe she needs two of us to keep her
satisfied.” Eric made a sound of frustration. “You need a bigger
car, man. I’d take her right here and now if there was room.”

“We’re almost there,” Mike said. “It’s a
private entry. Why don’t you get rid of her raincoat and tie her
up?”

“I want to truss her so she can barely move,”
Eric said. “I want to hold her down and fuck her over and over
again. I’ll never get enough.”

Joanna shivered.

“I’d like her to walk in herself,” Mike said.
“But otherwise, go for it.”

Joanna’s heart pounded and her mouth went
dry. For the first time in a long time, she felt fearful.

But Mike would protect her. She trusted
Mike.

“At the very least, she needs to be gagged,”
Eric growled, running his gloved fingers over Joanna’s mouth. “She
needs to be silent, as well as submissive.” He kissed her again. “I
like when they can only moan.”

“Joanna?” Mike prompted.

“I have a gag in my pocket, Master Eric,”
Joanna dared to say.

Eric laughed and Mike chuckled. “So fucking
submissive. Where did you find her?”

“You’d never believe me.”

“Tell Eric what you like before he gags you,”
Mike commanded.

Joanna swallowed. “I like to be bound and
captive. I like to be blindfolded and gagged. I like to be shackled
and spanked. I want to be shared.”

“Jesus,” Eric whispered and his cock seemed
to get bigger under Joanna. She could feel the heat emanating from
him. “Give me the gag now.”

Joanna reached into her raincoat pocket and
retrieved the gag. She gave it to Eric, then discarded her raincoat
as he instructed. She was still straddling him and he ran his
fingers under the strap of the chastity belt, moving them against
her with force.

“Dripping,” he said with satisfaction. Joanna
had no chance to reply. Eric cradled Joanna’s head in his hands and
kissed her again hard. He felt like a man on the cusp of losing
control and she was aware that he was much bigger and stronger than
her.

She reminded herself that she might be the
captive, but these two men were both hot for her. That gave her a
kind of power. If she could suck him off and make him lose control,
she’d feel better about her situation.

But that wasn’t meant to be.

Eric was breathing heavily when he broke
their kiss. He lifted her off his lap and put her back on the seat
beside him. He took her hand and put the gag into it. “Put it on,
nice and tight,” he commanded. His voice was a low growl, a bit
rough, but Joanna didn’t like the sound of it as much as she liked
Mike talking rough.

Eric was unpredictable.

It was a gag that locked around her head, one
that she had put on so many times that she could do it in her
sleep. “I’ll need your help to secure it, Master Eric,” she
said.

He laughed again. “Don’t worry, I’ll help to
bind you helpless any time.”

Joanna hesitated for only a second before she
put the soft gag in her mouth and wound the straps around her head.
She pulled it tight, then turned so that Eric could secure it. He
gave the strap an extra tug before he fastened it, then ran his
hand over her mouth. “Scream,” he instructed and Joanna did her
best.

She could make almost no noise at all. She
tried again, unable to fight her instinct, and made only a small
helpless sound. Even though she’d known that would be the case,
Joanna felt panic rising.

Her doubts multiplied then. She wanted to
struggle and call it off. She was very aware that she didn’t know
Eric - much less trust him. But Mike trusted Eric and Mike would be
with them. It was only one night. Joanna had to be submissive
because that was what pleased Mike, and she wanted to please Mike
above all else. She loved him, and didn’t want to jeopardize their
future in any way.

“You’re completely captive,” Eric murmured
and she knew it was true.

For better or for worse.

He ran his hands down her throat, over her
breast, then caught her by the elbows. He tipped her abruptly over
his knee and crossed her wrists behind her back. He held her down
on his lap with one large hand on the back of her waist. He clipped
her wrist shackles to the d-rings on the belt of her corset,
ensuring that her arms stayed crossed. Joanna squirmed against the
bonds, because Mike would have liked that, and Eric’s other gloved
hand eased over her bare butt.

Joanna thought he’d caress her wet sex, but
instead he ran a fingertip around her anus. He slid one finger
inside, making her breath catch, then he chuckled at her
response.

The car stopped and a garage door opened.

“You have lubricant, Mike? And a lot of
rope?”

“I made sure we’ll have everything we need,”
Mike said and Joanna shuddered right to her toes.

For once, she wasn’t convinced that it was
good to have a fantasy come true.

* * *

Rex was in heaven. The opening was everything
he’d hoped it would be. The show itself looked great, but the
attendees were the real eye candy. All these gorgeous people,
masked in mystery. All the fabulous costumes, gleaming patent and
rich velvet and harnesses and shackles. All these strangers
animated by a sense of danger, because they were indulging their
fantasies - or exploring forbidden territory - outside the safe
boundaries of the Plume.

Of his six wives, five were sculptures, each
so lifelike that people looked two and three times to check. Only
the one who straddled his cock was a live model, her eyes shining
as she held herself just inches above his erection. She posed for
him, providing a scintillating display that had him peering around
the sculpture positioned over his face and yearning for
midnight.

He was pretty sure he knew who she was, one
of the longest-standing members from the Plume and one that he had
actually never had. Her breasts were ripe and heavy, her waist
nipped in by a sequined belt. She was hennaed and veiled, the sheer
cloth offering provocative shadows and the occasional glimpse of
her body. She wore enough jewelry to be an Indian princess, rings
and bracelets and anklets, all embellished with tiny bells.

Rex was enthralled. He could feel the
excitement in the room, and the way the tension increased along
with the temperature. The rising anticipation of the guests fed his
own. People laughed more loudly as they drank more, and a few began
to dance between the sculptures. A trio of maids passed through the
crowd, handing out peacock feathers and flicking them across guests
and sculptures.

More guests touched the sculptures as the
evening progressed, and more of them were bold. More of them
figured out that some of the statues were alive. Rex felt more than
one admiring caress and his cock hardened more with every passing
moment. He noticed Josh ushering guests to the door who were not
members of the Plume and guessed that midnight was drawing
near.

His heart began to pound.

“Showtime,” Louise whispered as she passed
him. He didn’t really see her but caught a whiff of her perfume and
recognized her voice.

A clock began to chime the hour. Josh locked
the doors with a flourish.

One, two, three.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Josh cried. “Welcome
to the Plume!”

Four, five, six.

The guests cheered. The lights turned down
and the music got louder.

Seven, eight, nine.

Suddenly, the woman who had tempted Rex all
night long was forcibly lifted out of the way. The sculpture over
his face was shoved aside, pushed so hard that it toppled to the
floor and cracked..

Ten, eleven, twelve.

A woman dressed as a belly dancer smiled at
Rex, her eyes dark and filled with mystery behind her gold satin
mask. She wore a metallic gold corset and high-heeled gold sandals,
and nothing else other than the mask. Her hair was wound up on the
top of her head, coiled like lengths of rope, and her body was
painted with a tracery of gold lines.

Leya. Rex’s heart leapt for his throat.

“Now, you’re mine,” she whispered, her voice
dark with delicious threat as she straddled him. He had a glimpse
of the deep red of her puss and the slick wetness of it, then she
rubbed the tip of his cock against herself.

Her touch was tantalizing. She was close but
not close enough, teasing him with her heat and her proximity. He
strained toward her but she deliberately held herself out of his
reach.

And laughed.

But it was midnight. He could come to life.
Rex moved to free himself from the casting, as planned, but he
couldn’t make the pieces separate. He shook himself and fought, he
struggled and squirmed, but made no difference.

He was trapped.

Sealed inside the plaster cast for real. He
wasn’t complicit anymore - he was truly captive.

He shouted with frustration and struggled
again, to no avail. “Louise!” he roared.

Leya laughed, then licked her fingers and
caressed herself. “Didn’t Louise remember to tell you? I said I’d
collect my volunteer here tonight.”

“No!” Rex said, even as panic flooded his
mind.

“Yes,” Leya insisted quietly. “Athena and I
were afraid you’d be evasive again. We made that impossible.”

“You can’t do that...”

“We can,” she said with heat. “We did.” Her
eyes shone. “And you might as well accept it, Rex.”

He fought against the idea, frustration
roiling within him. But she was right; he couldn’t make a
difference. And the realization sent that soothing wave of
surrender through his body, leaving him both relaxed and
tingling.

“You’re not making the rules anymore, Rex, so
you’d better get over it.” She ran her wet fingers over his mouth,
inundating him with her spicy sweet scent. Rex found himself
licking her hand hungrily, wanting more. She laughed again just as
the other “wife” sculptures were moved away.