The Plume: The Second Anthology (24 page)

Rex was shocked when he felt one toe of the
plaster cast being removed. Leya smiled at him, as serene as he was
not. A wet snatch closed over his bare toe and a woman sighed with
delight as he was sucked inside her. A thrill raced through Rex
along with his astonishment. He had a vague sense of other people
getting it on around him, but didn’t care. He was completely lost
in his own experience. He gasped when he felt his other toe being
released as well as his index fingers, and was sure he knew what
was coming.

But Leya surprised him again.

“My assistant, Danielle,” she said and a tall
blonde woman smiled at Rex before she swung one long leg over his
head. She was long and tall and lean, a veritable Viking princess.
Her breasts swung free over his head and Rex stared in awe.
Danielle arched her back and rubbed her engorged sex over his face,
the heat of her threatening to smother Rex.

He was pushed further again, with the
realization that he would be used.

Of course, he knew he couldn’t do anything
about it.

Another tidal wave of pleasure ripped through
him, leaving him trembling and ready for as much as he could
get.

“All six of us at once,” Leya whispered.
“Just like the picture that inspired it all.” Rex was exhilarated
by the idea. Not one woman six ways, but six women simultaneously.
He’d never done that before and in this moment, he couldn’t figure
out why. He was so hard and so huge that his skin felt stretched,
and he was sure he’d come all night long once he started.

Leya laughed under her breath as her fingers
slid over his cock. “That is, if you think you can handle it.”

Oh, he could handle it. Rex felt a puss
swallow his other toe, a mouth lock on one finger, what had to be
an anus squeeze over the other. Danielle’s juices dripped onto his
face and he stretched his tongue to flick it against her heat,
loving how she shuddered in pleasure. All he could see was her
snatch and the top of her thighs. She was wearing black fishnet
stockings, the sight of the garters and stockings at such close
proximity - and in such contrast to her fair skin - so sexy that he
could barely stand it.

Then Leya sat on him, her move making him
dizzy. She drew him inside her in one quick lunge, engulfing him in
soft, tight heat. Rex closed his eyes and couldn’t believe his
luck.

When all six women began to undulate, the
only question was how long Rex could last.

* * *

Exposure

One

It was the early hours of the morning at the
Eye of the Storm Gallery and the opening party for Rex and Louise’s
combined show was winding down. The lights had been turned up a
little. There was a quiet murmur of conversation as exhausted and
satisfied members gathered their discarded clothing and headed
home. Rex’s photographs were still glorious on the walls, but many
of Louise’s sculptures were on the move. The gallery smelled of
puss, perfume and perspiration.

It was a heady combination.

Louise was chatting with a few people to one
side, her make-up smeared, her expression triumphant. The gallery
owner was working his way through the space with a clipboard and a
sheet of stickers that were red dots. The dots were applied to the
descriptions of individual works to indicate that they were sold.
The number of dots explained Louise’s mood: the show was already a
success, and it had barely opened.

But Leya had more important concerns. She
bent over Rex, who was still encased in the plaster cast. For her
sculpture exhibit, Louise had made castings of many members of the
Plume, posed in provocative positions, then painted them to look
lifelike. The surprise of the opening had been that some of the
castings had enclosed live models - and those models had broken
free at the stroke of midnight.

Rex had requested to be one of those chosen
few. He had been cast in the pose of a raja simultaneously
pleasuring six of his wives. It hadn’t been hard to find five more
volunteers to take advantage of his entrapment. Leya had never seen
a man come so many times in such rapid succession.

Rex was a sex machine.

And now he was hers to bind and display.

Their interactions were only going to get
hotter.

Leya discarded her belly dancer costume, her
mask and her wig. She pulled on a pair of soft jeans and a coppery
T-shirt, not bothering with a bra. She shoved her feet into gold
sandals, liking as always that they gave her a couple of inches of
extra height.

All the while, she stared at Rex.

And imagined the possibilities. She could
envision how she would bind and suspend him, how the pose would
show his body to advantage. The jute would contrast well with his
dark skin and she decided right then and there that he would have
to be oiled.

He’d argued with the idea of being her model,
and he’d been evasive, but he had finally agreed. Leya was going
make sure he delivered on his promise.

There would be no last minute escape.

She expected he’d love that, too.

Rex was dozing after his exertions, covered
in the juices of six women. Leya bent down and carefully cut the
plaster mold along the seam line, breaking him free of captivity.
She’d feared that might awaken him, but he was too exhausted to do
more than frown and stir in his sleep.

His was a rest that had been well-earned. She
admired again the muscled perfection of his body for a moment,
liking the care he had taken with his workouts. He was buff but not
overdeveloped in any one area. He had improved upon nature but not
taken it too far. Leya was impressed.

Leya regarded him with a new affection. He
loved to plan everything, this one, which was why she had wanted
him to be the model for her shibari tutorial at the Plume. The more
she learned about Rex, the more she was convinced that they were
two of a kind, that maybe they were even soul mates. Leya had had
partners before—she had certainly fallen in love before—but it had
always been a case of opposites attracting. Those opposing ideas
ultimately doomed those partnerships. She wondered for a while
about the power of two minds being as one, of the possibility of
finding a man who thought just as she did.

Now she knew she’d found one. And knowing
herself, she could anticipate Rex to a certain extent. She’d
guessed that being out of control and bound, hanging, in her
shibari knots would blow his mind. The first time she had been
bound that way had been a transporting experience.

Then she’d learned more and become more
particular, and no other master had been able to satisfy her. Leya
had become certain that training Rex as her apprentice could be to
their mutual benefit, and pleasure.

The only thing that troubled her was that she
knew so little of the roots of Rex’s choices. She didn’t like being
unable to research the character of anyone she meant to bind. She
didn’t like surprises. But Athena had insisted that this was the
way to proceed, and Leya conceded that Athena would know Rex better
than anyone else at the Plume. They were the founding partners,
after all. She hesitated a moment, considering Rex, then decided he
must be tougher than he looked.

And he looked as strong as steel.

After all, she’d already surprised him once
and he’d been delighted. Leya had ensured that Rex’s plaster cast
was sealed shut so that he wouldn’t be able to break free at
midnight. Of course, he hadn’t known until the moment in question.
She’d been close by to watch, just in case it went bad.

He had panicked, but then, just as she’d
hoped, he’d accepted his situation. She’d practically been able to
see the wave of surrender slide through his body, opening his mind
to possibilities. He’d even reveled in it. He’d been hard and huge,
and she’d made good use of that erection.

As well as the next one.

She gestured to her assistants, who had been
briefed already. They locked the leather shackles around Rex’s
ankles and wrists, then secured his ankles together. A belt was
fastened around his waist and tightened, his wrists shackled and
bound securely to that.

Rex’s eyes flew open then, their green color
never failing to surprise Leya. The man’s skin was as black as
ebony, so the combination was striking.

Sexy.

He’d have to look into the camera when he was
bound and photographed.

“Hey...” Rex began to protest, but Leya
shoved a thick leather gag into his mouth. His eyes widened and he
struggled, but there wasn’t too much he could do to save himself.
She secured the gag behind his head.

“You agreed,” she said softly, giving him a
chance to realize what she meant. “I’m ensuring that you keep your
word. They tell me that you can be evasive.” She saw comprehension
dawn in his eyes, but there was irritation there, too.

She’d have to help him work off some of that
energy. She wanted him complacent and relaxed when she bound him.
It was good they had a few days before the exhibit—it might take
that long to get Rex to a mellow and meditative state. Leya guessed
it wasn’t a natural mood for him.

Everything in its time.

At Leya’s nod, the five men hefted a
squirming Rex to their shoulders. Leya took one last look at the
show, smiled with the certainty that she’d never forget it, then
followed her assistants to the loading dock and the waiting
truck.

Her show was next.

Leya admitted to herself that she was hoping
it would be the beginning of much more of a partnership with
Rex.

* * *

Eric couldn’t believe his luck. Not only was
Mike an old friend and the only one he trusted in the whole world,
but Mike had found the perfect submissive in Joanna.

And he was sharing her with Eric.

Joanna was luscious, sleek and smooth with
just the perfect amount of feminine curve. She was corseted and
wearing tall black boots with spike heels, as well as gauntlets
with clips so she could be bound captive. He’d felt her breasts,
nestled into the cups of the corset, and had found the nipple
clamps Mike had locked on to her. He’d kissed her in the back of
Mike’s car and loved how soft and sweet she was. How she
surrendered to him. How her mouth was reddened with lipstick and
full. He liked her chastity belt, how it locked around her wet
puss. He liked even better how Mike had commanded her to beg for
the key to that chastity belt, that the key be given to Eric.

And she’d done it.

But the truth was that it didn’t matter how
Joanna looked.

What sent Eric into orbit was her
submissiveness. He listened to her and felt her and watched her and
knew she would do anything at all.

They didn’t even have a safe word, for fuck’s
sake.

It was the ultimate turn-on.

Eric could have taken her in the car. Hell,
he could have taken her anywhere. Repeatedly. He couldn’t imagine
that he’d get enough of her in just one night.

He was certainly going to try.

At Mike’s command, she’d blindfolded herself,
and even gagged herself. Shit, she’d asked Eric for help in
ensuring the gag was tight enough that she couldn’t make a sound.
Eric couldn’t believe it. He’d made sure she was gagged tightly and
commanded her to try to scream.

She’d barely been able to make a sound. That
helpless little moan had nearly killed him. Maybe she’d even put
those nipple clamps on herself. The idea took Eric to the point of
exploding.

What would he do with a slave who was so
biddable and submissive?

Everything.

Over and over and over again.

At Mike’s invitation, Eric bound her arms
behind her back. She didn’t fight at all, just let him do what he
wanted to her. It was exhilarating. When he tipped her over his
knees, unable to resist the temptation to check out the tightness
of her ass, she’d squirmed but he had the definite sense that was
because Mike liked her to struggle.

The truth was that Eric liked a little
wiggling, too. Not real fighting or fear, but a bit of squirming
made her ass all the more enticing.

Mike pulled into the driveway of his
townhouse and into his garage, then used the opener to shut the
door. It seemed quiet in the car, so quiet that Eric heard his
heart pounding in anticipation. Mike met his gaze in the rearview
mirror. “Bring her in. No one will hear us here.”

Eric understood that Joanna wasn’t supposed
to realize just yet that she was in a place she knew. Or maybe Mike
didn’t usually bring her to his place. He could feel the tension in
her and saw the flutter of her pulse at her throat.

Maybe the uncertainty of location worked for
her, heightened the moment. She certainly was thrilled. Hot and
wet. Eric wasn’t going to ask questions now, not when everything
he’d ever wanted was in his lap.

He got out of the car, then helped Joanna
out. She stumbled a little in those tall boots and he caught her
against himself, unable to resist the opportunity to run his hands
over her again. He pushed down one cup on the corset and flicked
his tongue across that trapped nipple, loving how she shuddered at
his touch.

Submissive and responsive. He was never going
to get enough of her.

He glanced up to find Mike watching him, his
expression unreadable. He gestured to the door to the townhouse and
made a spinning motion with his fingertip.

Eric turned Joanna around in place,
continuing until she staggered dizzily. That would ensure she had
no sense of direction. He walked her around the space to make it
seem further to the door, then followed Mike. He caught her
shoulders in his hands and walked behind her, guiding her up the
steps and murmuring in her ear.

“It’s hot that you’re so willing,” he said,
keeping his voice really low. “It’s hot that you walk right into
captivity, that you’re so determined to be shared that you help us
imprison you.”