Page 18 of Dark Rules

Another woman? Sure, any time she wanted it. But a man? Fuck that. No.

“You’re mine, pet. No other man will touch you while we have a contract.” Let’s just nip that idea in the bud. Even if I had introduced it to her.

“Oh, aren’t we possessive.” I placed my hand on the back of her neck and moved her head up to look at me.

“You’re mine.” I looked straight into those beautiful gray eyes of her, her blonde hair in soft waves around her face, and made sure it was understood that she was mine. For now.

“Yes, sir, I am.” She placed her head on my knee, submissive all over again.

“Go to the window, pet. They can’t see you.” I wasn’t sure that was true, but assumed it was dark enough to ensure she wouldn’t be seen. I waited until she’d done as I commanded and gave her a new command. “Strip.”

She looked back at me for a moment, uncertain. But then she turned, her hands on the fabric of her dress. Slowly, the material came up, and she stood in nothing more than her stilettos and panties. She awaited my next orders, but I was too busy enjoying the view. The heels pushed her ass up in just the right way, and her back arched out toward me as she clasped a hand around the elbow of her other arm. “Take it all off, Stephanie.”

I loved the way the pale beige thong split her ass apart, but I loved the view of her naked even more. I unzipped my pants as she pushed the panties down her hips and over her ass, before they fell in the floor. The bra went next and then she bent at the waist to undo the straps of her shoes.

“No, leave those on.” I loved the shoes, a light gold color that looked perfect against her skin. “Now, you watch them. I’m going to watch you.”

I slid back to the pillows on the bed. “Now, there’s one rule here, Stephanie. You can watch them, you can move around, but you can’t look at me, and you can’t touch yourself. Understand?”

She took a deep breath as she stood, one hand against the glass, before she responded, “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” I took my dick out, but I didn’t touch it once it was free. For now, I wanted to just watch her watching them.

She stood there, her hand still against the glass, as the men pulled away from the woman. They moved to a table where a few devices rested and two glasses of beer. The woman hung there, and one of them brought her a glass to sip from. She drank heavily, then they moved away. For long moments they ignored her, on purpose, I knew, but Stephanie didn’t.

“Is that all? Are they finished?” she asked after another long moment.

“Just wait, pet. It’s not done yet.”

Not long after that, the men moved toward the woman again. One took the device that hung from a wire, and the cross began to move. The woman turned upside down, then flat on her back. Each man took a side, each took a nipple in their mouth, and each put a hand between her thighs.

“Watch, Stephanie.” She’d moved, twitched away, but I told her to observe. She obeyed and stayed in place.

She squirmed, her back arched, and her hips pressed into the glass. “Do not touch yourself.”

“I’m not,” she protested, petulantly.

“Pet? Is that petulance?” I waited, but she submitted.

“No, sir.”

“Good girl.” I began to stroke myself as we watched. After a few minutes, the woman’s body moved, pulled against the restraints, and one of the men moved. I flew from the bed and dropped my pants. I pushed Stephanie into the glass then, pulled her hips back, and thrust into her, condom in place this time. I’d slipped it on while I was on the bed. I had a feeling this would happen, and I wanted to be inside of her when the men took the woman.

I fucked into Stephanie at the exact moment the man planted himself inside of the masked, unknown woman in the next room. Stephanie gasped, her hands pressed into the glass, and we moved together, as we watched.

Emily

Dylan fucked me, he fucked me at the same punishing pace the man fucked the woman in the other room, but it wasn’t punishment to me. It was just good, so damn good. I wanted to touch my clit, but he’d told me not to touch myself. He hadn’t changed that command yet.

“I want you to come, Stephanie. Come for me now. Squeeze your tight, slick pussy all around my dick.”

“Sir,” I gasped, tilted my hips, and found it caused a spark in my clit. The friction made it work, and I did it again. Then his cock hit some spot inside of me, in just the right way, and I was off. “Fuck.”

I groaned the word as sparks flew through me, and I found my release with him, my eyes wide open as I watched the woman fly apart next door. Dylan followed me, the moment too much for both of us to resist for too long.

It took a moment to catch our breaths, but we did, and Dylan guided us back to the bed. The trio next door wasn’t finished yet, but I had enough to think about. I pulled up close to him and rested my cheek against his chest. I waited for him to speak and listened to his heart. He’d talk if he wanted to.

For now, I had a lot to think about. Things to explore and more out there, far more. At least two more floors to explore. I looked up at the ceiling and wondered what took place upstairs. Would I even want to make it to the last floor? I had a feeling our time together would be up before then, anyway. This wasn’t a place you visited daily, after all. It was an every now and then kind of entertainment.