Halloween For Six: A Lots of Friends To Lovers Romance, page 9
Passing the black cauldron around, Eily grins, selecting a black foiled kiss. Then Beau gets one. Then I do, eyeing Luca like he planned this, though I can’t figure out how.
“Can I be Bella?” Eily chomps her chocolate. “Can Beau and Daniel be my Edward and Jacob, but this time, Bella fucks both? At the same time?”
“Aw, shit,” Silas grumbles, rolling his hazel eyes. “Not with these damn Twilight movies again.”
Eily snaps, “They’re books.”
It only makes Silas chuckle, “They’re bullshit.”
“Yeah,” Redix cups Silas’s ass, “because the real saga is Edward secretly wants to suck Jacob, remember?”
I laugh at the memory. At how this was an ongoing debate on our New Year’s cruise.
But Beau clears his throat. “I’m … um. I’m not really open like that.”
Blair grabs his hand. “But you can play a little. Colt wants you to, and so do I.”
Play a little? Yes. No harm in that.
Kissing her cheek, Beau insists, “I’ll never fuck anyone but you and Colt. Ever.”
“Of course,” calmly, Luca interjects. “We understand. This is for fun, and we all have hard limits. For example, touch my wife, and you die.”
“He means you can’t fuck her pussy,” Eily clarifies. “But you can lick it.” She asks Scarlett, then the others. “Right? All can lick kitties this week?”
Eagerly, the women nod. The men do, too.
Scarlett chuckles, “Right. Games of lick-a-clit are open to everyone, and so am I for other play.”
“But I’ll kill anyone who fucks Eily’s pussy.”
Whoa! Silas sounds aggro. Like mad possessive, which is rare for him.
“She’s about to ovulate, and she’s mine.” He squeezes her tighter.
“But I’m like Scarlett.” Eily claps. Silas’s embrace can’t tamper her enthusiasm. “I’m open for other play. I insist. My island. My orgy.”
Cade laughs, holding her hand up like we’re in primary school. Like we’re learning the orgy rules, lest we be punished and sent to stand in the corner.
In leather fetish wear.
Did I just grin at that image?
Cade suggests, “Can we please establish whose holes are open to who?”
“To whom,” Mateo hints.
“Who?”
“Whom.”
“Who?” She’s confused.
“It’s open to whom,” Mateo explains.
Fingers start pointing to people, parts, holes, and humans.
This is a bit of silly chaos until Luca booms again, “Enough! No one is fucking!”
“Not again.” Stacey rolls her eyes, looking annoyed.
“I mean,” Luca explains, “we’re open to our spouses or partners tonight, but first, we play my way.”
Annoyed, he snaps off black sheets and all gasp. Except me.
I groan.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Thank you all.
Luca’s way involves three bondage tables. They’re similar to massage tables but with two holes in the padded, black cushions.
“This is for your face,” Luca gestures to the top hole before his stare demands mine, “and this other hole is for milking.”
Fuck, that’s kinky.
Fuck, my cock swells.
I ache for Luca to do it. He has the skills, and the pressure in my groin knows it. I’m straining against the laces of these leather shorts.
“Do you consent to strip?” Luca asks me, Beau, and Eily.
“Yes!” Eily claps, answering for us.
“Do you consent to be bound while we feed on you?”
“Hell, yes!” Eily fist pumps the air, almost clocking Silas’s nose, while Beau grins, nodding, and I chuckle, “Please do.”
Luca probes, “Do you wish to be punished for being our dirty treats tonight?”
“No,” Silas answers for Eily.
His new aggro ways may start a tiff. After escaping her father’s rule, Eily does what she wants. Usually, it’s what Silas wants, too.
But Eily shrugs with a grin. I think she likes this version of him. “Pain’s not my kink anyway.”
Luca looks at Beau.
“Not until Colt’s here,” he answers. “Then he’d love a Dom and Dominatrix night.”
Blair caresses Beau’s biceps before Luca turns to me. “And you?”
Charlie squeezes my hand. My wife knows what I desire.
“Yes,” I answer. “Punish me.”
Though the tent mists with a scented fog, lights glow low, and candles flicker around, I witness the darkness fall over Luca’s eyes.
“Not too much,” Zar warns Luca like he can sense his Dom’s blood rising. “He’s not used to it like me and Scarlett.”
“How about five?” Touching my arm, Scarlett suggests, “Start with five whips. You have all week if you need more.”
I nod. “Five.”
“Six.” Luca picks up his leather flogger from a side table. “You’ll take two lashes for yourself and two for our other blood dolls.”
Charlie gulps, “Blood dolls?”
“Those are mortals who let vampires drink from them once a day to keep them alive,” Scarlett explains. “The mortals get off on being eaten by them.”
“Okay,” Eily twirls her ponytail, “so maybe I’m not so against pretend blood play.”
But I search Luca’s eyes, and this isn’t pretend. He wants this. I need this.
“Six,” I confirm. “Six lashes.”
“Turn around,” Luca demands, so I do. I face the long bondage table while I hear him command, “Secure his hands.”
Charlie steps aside as Zar appears on my left and Redix on my right.
Suddenly, heat steams against my cape. The press of a firm man is behind me.
“If you want me to stop,” it’s Luca, lifting my cape and leaving it to drape over my shoulder, exposing my backside, “you say, ‘Red,’ and I will stop.”
His hand reaches around, drawing open the laces of my shorts. I glance down, watching his long fingers brush over my firm cock.
“If you need a break or less pain but still want my whip,” he nips my earlobe, “you beg, ‘Yellow.’”
With both hands, Luca wedges my shorts down, my cock springing free. It soars, eager for his touch.
He leaves my leather shorts straining around my thighs. It’s part kinky and part to protect my tender flesh there, I know. I trust him.
“But if you want more.” Luca grabs my buttocks, teasing, tugging them apart. “If you need my pleasure and pain, you say, ‘Yes, Master.’”
Inches from Zar, I see a smile ghost his lips.
I know their ritual. We’ve watched it.
Zar is Luca’s sub. He calls Luca his “Owner.” And Scarlett, Luca’s wife, calls him by his name. “Luca” is her green word.
So, Luca respects his subs. He gives me a different Dom name to use for him.
“Yes, Master,” I answer.
The mere words off my tongue send a pulse down my jutting cock.
“Hold him,” Luca commands Redix and Zar. “Feed on him. Mark him while he takes my punishment.”
“And the others,” Luca calls out. “Gather around. Watch Daniel take my whip.”
There’s something about the others watching, eyeing my hard cock as they circle the table. There’s something about two powerful men like me, restraining my wrists with my palms braced against the table while Zar kisses, sucks, and bites my neck, while Redix does the same. There’s something about my fit wife watching my surrender, my moans, while Silas and Eily suck her nipples for my gaze.
Luca’s stinging lash whips my arse so fast, the first slice so intense, so biting, a grunt strangles my throat before I bellow, “Yes, Master.”
I like it.
I need more.
I need to let go.
I’m held down by men mauling me. I’m watching my wife get fondled. I’m taking Luca’s razor whip. I let my cock ache while my arse suffers.
Two. Three. “Yes, Master.” Four. Five. Six cracking slashes across my burning flesh … and I heave for more.
The pain breaks my chains. I’m out of my troubled mind, and I want more.
But Luca stops.
Warmly, he’s behind me again, biting my neck, his hand reaching around, gliding down my abs, dewy with sweat. With a tease, he swipes his bare fingertip over the angry tip of my cock.
My swollen, dry tip.
Passion swirls with pity in his voice. Like Luca suffers as I do. “Do you need more?”
“Yes, Master,” I grumble, this frustration familiar. It threatens to ruin my night … again.
“Come caress his marks,” Luca commands. “Take care of him. Praise Daniel’s sacrifice, then strip our other dolls, too. Bind them for the feeding.”
Redix and Zar keep their grasp on my wrists, their palms sweating, their mouths still hungrily marking my neck, shoulders, and pecs.
Love bites, indeed.
Then other hands, soft, small ones, and firm, big ones, gently linger over the burning welts on my arse, kisses brushing my backside, caresses lingering between my thighs.
It’s erotic. It’s loving. It soothes the ire boiling in my blood.
Once all touch me, I strip and crawl onto the table, turning to lie face up, trusting Zar as he secures my wrists in padded cuffs to the sides of the table. With padded straps, he binds my ankles, too.
I turn my head left and see Scarlett carefully securing Eily, and on my right, Ford secures Beau.
Luca looms at the center where our tables meet. I lift my head, glancing over my toes, watching Scarlett hand him a jar containing a dark red gel.
“There is no blood play tonight,” Luca assures. “Instead, we use this to feed. It’s a sensitivity lube designed to stimulate the nerves. It’s edible and cherry-flavored. It appears blood red on the flesh, but it’s harmless.”
“It’s delicious.” Zar tugs my thighs apart, making me lie with them open wider. “It thrills whatever it touches.” He eyes my heavy cock. “Your clit or dick will thank you.”
Nick joins Zar. He holds him with his back to his chest as the couple admires my naked body, bound to the table. I’m hard and open for their stare.
Like he understands. Like he respects him, Luca slowly paints the first dollop of red gel over Eily’s pussy. She gasps at his touch as he invites Silas to begin.
“Feed on your wife,” Luca urges him, “until she’s ready for us.”
With her legs parted, Eily’s ribs heave for this. She lifts her head, watching as Silas lowers his mouth, his handsome face aimed between her parted legs. With his first lick up her pussy, she moans, her tiny body restrained but arching for more.
Silas devours her, and she keeps moaning his name, trying to lift her lips to his mouth as he holds her thighs open. He is clearly the one who introduced her to this pleasure, the one who owns her body like no other.
“Everyone,” Silas lifts from his meal, his lips red and glistening, “join me. Eat her, too.”
“Yes,” Luca praises, swiping gel over Eily’s pebbled nipples. “Feed on her. Make our dirty doll come.”
“Oh god!” Eily cries out when Silas, Redix, and Cade take turns licking her pussy. Then others do it, too, heads lowering to feast on her sex. All while Stacey sucks Eily’s nipples, ravaging her breasts while her husbands join her.
They’re taking turns on her.
In the darkened room, it does look like a feeding frenzy of bloodsuckers over her body. Black capes hunch. Sounds of wet flesh, hungry mouths, and satisfied moans bewitch with the music.
I can’t see Eily.
I can only hear her wails.
She’s coming.
She’s in ecstasy.
I glance at Beau. He’s watching, too. He’s waiting for his turn, his muscles tense and ready. His cock angles, heavy and hard for it.
Then he turns his head, catching my eyes admiring his swollen length. I can’t help it. I meet his stare. I can’t move, but my cock does. It jumps for him, and Beau catches it, making his eyelids droop heavy with lust.
I know Beau loves his fiancés. I know he’ll be their devoted husband, as I am to my wife.
Like fire burns, I live for Charlie. There is no air, no life without her.
But attraction is welcome in this room. It’s safe. It has boundaries and beauty. Beau wants me as I want him. Just a little. Not a lot. It’s in his blazing blue eyes.
When it’s Beau’s turn, Luca honors Blair. He prepares Beau’s bound body for the feast, circling the red gel over Beau’s nipples, then glossing his thick shaft and coating his tip with it.
Beau moans with each touch from Luca. Like he can’t help but be aroused by it.
I’m only watching, and I’m so fucking turned on.
“He’s your man.” Luca nods to Blair. “So, show us how thirsty you are to suck him.”
Strapped in mouthwatering red leather, Blair Monroe has luscious curves and a stunning smile. A smile that first takes Beau’s lips in a deep kiss, making him groan. She offers him her ample breasts, and eagerly, he sucks them, too.
Blair loves playing with him, teasing Beau while he’s tied down. It’s obvious.
But then, Blair turns to Charlie. Shamelessly, she asks her, “Will you hold my hair back? Will you finger me while I suck my fiancé’s cock and make me come with him in my mouth?”
Oh, it’s on.
Cocks and minds will be blown.
“Bad kitten.” Beau jerks at his restraints, but he smirks. Clearly, he loves this. It’s exactly what he wants, and it’s what they do.
Rarely is my wife aroused by women other than Cade and Eily. But Charlie desires something about Blair. It arouses her, and that arouses me, watching her do it.
Charlie fists Blair’s raven strands while Blair voraciously sucks Beau’s cock, her plump lips plunging, her throat proudly gagging on Beau while Charlie’s other hand must be playing between Blair’s legs. I can’t see, but by the lull of their moans, Charlie’s fingering Blair’s pussy. It’s feeding Blair’s slurping appetite for Beau.
“Others,” Luca commands. “Others feed on him, too.”
While Blair is the only one who takes Beau’s cock, others claim his neck, his nipples, even his toes and thighs.
I glance back at Eily. She’s still bound. She’s still writhing with Silas solely devoted to her, licking her pussy, relishing what’s all his now. He looks about one minute from mounting her.
Turning back, I hear Blair’s moans deepen into growls. They turn into her feast on Beau, spit webbed from her lips to his tip, while others take small bites of him.
“Such a dirty girl,” Charlie taunts Blair. She’s using Beau’s words on her. “You love sucking his cock for us, don’t you? It’s got your pussy so wet. Your clit is so hard, my fingers are sliding inside you. That’s it. Feed on him while I finger fuck you.”
Fuck, I love my wife.
Fuck, this is naughty.
Come on. Where are my drips for this?
“Fuck yes, kitten,” Beau agrees, lifting his head, watching her.
He thrusts his hips, taunting Blair, “You’re such a. Dirty. Fucking. Girl. For me.”
Even though he’s bound, Beau’s controlling her. “That’s it. Let her finger your sweet pussy while you taste my cum. Then you’ll open your dirty mouth and let them see my cream on your tongue.”
With a groan muffled by Beau’s cock, Blair trembles. Her shoulders quake. She gets off on his dirty talk.
“That’s it,” Charlie coaxes, tugging Blair’s hair. “To his base. Come on. Keep him in your mouth while you grind on my hand. Yesss. You’re clenching. You’re such a dirty girl. Come on. Come for us. Come on my fingers.”
Silently, Blair bucks. She shakes. She must be coming. Charlie kisses Blair’s shoulder while the orgasm quakes through her body.
Then Charlie takes her fingers, glossed with Blair’s milky arousal, and slides them over Beau’s parted lips, taunting him, “Taste how much she loves you. How your woman sucked your cock and came on my fingers for you.”
Beau obeys and doesn’t last. He roars, “Fuck, Blair. Fuck!”
Bodies recede, and only Blair remains.
She relishes every drop of Beau, her hands caressing his flexing abs, her mouth receiving him until he’s done grunting. Then, she obeys his command, proudly showing the room her reward before Beau growls for her kiss and takes it.
The whole time, Luca didn’t feed on Eily or Beau. He watched everyone.
But he studied me.
I’ve been lying here for so long, watching this erotic game.
I’ve been hard like this, my cock swollen with no relief. I can’t touch it; my wrists are bound.
I expect Luca to douse my shaft in that special lube. To tell Charlie to suck my cock.
For fuck’s sake, please. I need my beautiful wife. I need her to relieve me.
But Luca surprises me. He turns to the side table, lifting a black silk handkerchief monogrammed with a golden M. Under it is a box. From that box, he lifts a clear tube.
“Oh fuck.” I tug at my restraints.
I know what it is. It’s been years since I’ve used a Fleshlight, designed for maximum exterior grip with a tight, ribbed, choking interior.
But that male masturbator is compact. It’s enough for a hand to grip while leaving the rest of my shaft and tip exposed from the open end, bare and desperate for release.
This will be torture.
Sweet, savage fucking torture.
Because I’ve already tried, several times, to stroke my cock. To give myself relief. I didn’t want to frustrate Charlie anymore, so lately, I only frustrate myself.
Without a word, Luca slowly lathers my cock with the sensitivity gel. Warm and cool sensations collide, electrifying my flesh. Blood instantly rushes to my already swollen length.
Instead of inviting my wife to do it, Luca lifts my base. His controlling grip around my cock races my pulse. I’m sweating.
Teasing the entrance of the clear tube over my swollen tip, Luca asks, “Do you want this? Do you want release, no matter what I must do to give it to you?”
“Yes, Master.”
The words growl from every tense muscle and frayed nerve in my body.
Make it stop. Make me feel like a man, a satisfied man again.
