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The bench had adjustable side pieces. She strapped his calves to those pieces and raised them, tying him down so he looked like he was sitting in a chair, only he was on his back and his knees were bent and thighs spread so his cock, balls and ass were vulnerable and exposed.
She even strapped down his head to keep it motionless at the end of the bench. The bench had separate pieces, so she could tip his head and neck down. A much better angle to provide oral pleasuring, which gave him an idea of what she had in mind.
During that process, some of the panic he'd felt when he realized Siren had him trapped returned, but his Mistress picked up on it, stroking him and making eye contact often, reminding him this was not that. In case he wasn't completely aware of it, when she was done binding him, she bent to speak softly in his ear.
"There's nothing you can do to disappoint me, Marius. Safe word if you need it. You will only fail me if you don't care for yourself the way I require you to do."
Yeah, everything began and ended with her. And maybe, at a deeper level, with himself. The counselor had implied the same a few times and he'd shied away from it. He shied away from it now, but that didn't mean her insistence that he keep himself safe didn't help steady him.
"Ladies?" Regina drew their attention without much effort, since they'd been milling around, sipping their wine and watching her restrain her naked sub with frank gazes of appreciation. "I see some of you have asked your subs to join you here, as we indicated would be welcome. While you well may be occupying yourself with them during our lovely couple hours of private time here at The Zone, may I please extend the use of my sub's extremely capable mouth to you as an added perk?"
With a series of sultry movements, she loosened the hold of the elbow-length black glove on her right hand and skimmed it off her elegant limb. Sliding her now bare palm along Marius's side, she reached his face, traced his lips. As he parted them, she dipped her fingers inside and he automatically sucked on those slim digits, teasing them with his tongue. It scrambled his brains and made him care less that some of the subs gathered around were smug-looking males.
"You're welcome to straddle his face and let him give you pleasure. While he does that, you may also play with his body as you wish, with the exception of penetration. And no male/male play." She tossed the audience a feline smile. "As hot as I'm sure we'd all find it to watch, it's one of my sub's hard limits."
She bent and kissed his mouth. It took him by surprise, but he caught up fast, tasting and tangling with her wet heat as much as she'd let him before she drew back a few inches and studied him. The black bra and hold of the red satin dress gave him a sweet view of her generous breasts, but her
dark, rich eyes were what mesmerized him. "Make me proud, sweet boy," she said quietly. "Every time a Mistress puts her cunt to your mouth tonight, I will fuck you afterward with a nice, oversized strap-on. When I get tired, as I'm sure I will, because all these Mistresses look like they plan on using your mouth, I have a fucking machine standing by to take up the slack for me. But I'll never be farther than a yard from you all night long. Understand?"
"Yes. Fuck." He stared up at her. How had she known that was the part that had worried him the most? He wanted something else, too, and was concerned it made him seem weak to ask, but he did it anyway. "Could...when the other Mistresses are using me, could you be touching me some way? So I can feel you?"
For all that asking made him feel like a total coward, her reaction flipped that over and made him feel like a hero. Framing his face with both hands, she put her lips on his, this time a slow, lingering kiss that spun out and snared him in a web of her making. One he embraced. His cock and heart jumped as she gripped his collar, holding it tight.
"Yes."
Slapping his stiff and cruelly harnessed cock, pinching him, using impact play toys on him... Whatever kink pleased each Mistress was explored, though all under Regina's watchful eye.
The night Siren had set him up, he'd come to the club so full of himself, so certain about handling his own shit without actually handling it. Now that he was, he realized the two feelings were all the difference between what was on the surface of the earth and what lay beneath it. It was a tough road, but he had a couple good reasons to walk it.
The first reason was the one that jumped to his mind first, last and always--his Mistress. She knew how to torture him on every level, break him open so it was a true punishment, his suffering evident to all of them. A few weeks ago, she'd compelled him to tell her what position made him feel the most vulnerable and foolish. This was it, making him feel like a damn baby in a crib, getting his diaper changed. So of course that was the position she chose to fuck him and allow others to watch or enjoy his discomfort...or his tongue and lips.
Having her orchestrate so much of his torment was an inescapable reminder this was more than making amends. He was serving her will, always. Despite the humiliation, he'd gotten aroused again and again. Not when a woman shoved her cunt in his mouth, but when his Mistress fucked him, or watched him give oral, or touched him with trailing fingertips, reminding him everything he did was at her command.
When the night was over, he was sore and raw everywhere. He also had the worst case of blue balls he thought he'd ever experienced, since of course he wasn't permitted to climax. With the invaluable assistance of the cock harness, his Mistress had stopped short of every near miss that happened when fucking him or letting the machine do so.
But that didn't matter. He'd pleased her, he could tell. She unstrapped him, bade him get dressed. After he did that, he knelt at her feet, head bowed, as she made her farewells. He registered some good words about him from the Mistresses, but no one addressed him directly. That was fine, because he wanted to stay in full submission mode with her, his cock, heart and soul all of one mind in their focus on her.
He had to follow her home, and the separation was as painful as the dig of the harness. When they cleared the doorway, he dropped back to his knees, his head bowed and knuckles of one hand pressed to the floor. "Mistress."
"You're deep in a functional kind of subspace, aren't you?" she mused in a purr. "What do you want to do for me, sweet boy?"
"Everything. I want my mouth between your legs. I didn't want my mouth on anyone but you tonight. Please, Mistress." He was begging for the privilege of giving her a climax before tending to any of his own needs. Begging in a hoarse voice, throat and chest aching with all the emotions she'd summoned from him today. And given him.
She made an approving hum, but when she moved her foot so the toe of her shoe prodded and stroked up his engorged cock, he choked back a groan. "Mother of God," she breathed at his size. "Follow me."
He followed her to her room. Another time, perhaps she would have drawn it out, for both of them, but the whole night had been an erotic feast, and she'd only let herself come once or twice herself. It was clear she wanted him all to herself, to let the full strength of a satisfying climax take her. He could help with that. He was the only damn male he ever wanted to have that honor again. If any guy thought differently, he could remove a few limbs to prove a point.
Mine, mine, mine.
Hers. Totally fucking hers.
She'd taken off both gloves at the club, and now she unwrapped the satin dress, let it whisper off her skin to the floor. He devoured her with his eyes as she unhooked the black bra and shimmied out of the panties. When she put one knee on the bed, she was briefly on the mattress on all fours, a position that made his brain lock up entirely and his body howl with savage needs. She tossed her hair over one shoulder, and sent him the kind of look a lioness would have.
"You'd like to take me like this, wouldn't you?"
He nodded, his fists starting to clench. He made them stop, but from the light in her eyes, he could tell she registered his animal hunger.
She turned, slid under the covers and then lifted them, inviting him under with a pointed look down her body. "Come impress me," she said, with a feline smile and heated eyes. "And then you can have whatever you want."
