“Bondage Slave for Hire is the first book I’ve read by author Laura Tolomei and it won’t be my last. Ms. Tolomei was very creative in her picture of slaves in this particular bondage club, with everything working toward one night of the year. This story was very original, and not like anything I have read before. As the story progresses, readers will start to get an inkling of what Julian and Andre are, but still won’t have a clue about Terry until the end. […

] The chemistry, and later love, between the four main characters is apparent. The fact that Lilly was willing to do what she did could only have been done for love, even as she was being told she was not supposed to love the three men.” Literary Nymphs recommendation rated Golden Blush Award

“Bondage Slave for Hire is an extreme BDSM novel that also combines horror into to it. […] The chemistry between Lily and Terry is searing. […] If you enjoy a dark BDSM horror novel then you will enjoy this book a lot.” Just Erotic Romance Reviews

“A Hot and Sexy Read” Romance Reader Enthusiast

Whether vampires, shape-shifters or demon-switchers, all slaughtered in the most efficient manner. No mercy. No pity.

Just because you are a bondage slave for hire, do you deserve to die on Halloween night?

Just because you’re a worthless slave, do you deserve to die? Literary Nymphs Recommended Read, Winner of Golden Blush Award

A Literary Nymplhs recommendation!

Bondage Slave for Hire

AUTHOR Laura Tolomei

FACEBOOK THREADS: Laura Tolomei Horror Side

GENRE: Erotica, BDSM, Gay LGBT, Ménage à trois/quatre, Multiple Partners, Paranormal, Horror, Shapeshiter, Vampires, Demons, Holiday, m/m/m, m/m/m/f

ISBN# 9781771117180

ASIN# B00G2X3F8I

PAGES# 309

WORDS# 90.558

HEAT: 4 flames

RELEASED: 15 October 2013

PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books

COVER ARTIST: Carmen Waters

BLURB

Nothing satisfies Lilly. Not even working at The Dungeon BDSM Club as a bondage slave for hire. A slave looking for her true master. None have fit the bill so far. Until Terry. He spins her craving to fever pitch. And she might just fall in love with him, if she could only be his slave. Not just his. Julien and André’s, too. His gorgeous Creole lovers. Because they are the perfect Masters. But also keepers of the Black Room. On Halloween, she’ll discover just how bad and dangerous their pain-lust game can really be. Will she be able to fulfill their true needs? Or will she perish in the attempt?

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PROMO

Whatever or whoever they were, she didn’t care. She would crush her will and offer it to them, no matter the consequences.

“You did it, Lilly-sub.” There was no denying the pride in Terry’s voice. “You now belong to us.” He raised the golden band, and Lilly bent her head to receive it. When he clasped it shut, it was like he closed the door to her past and opened the one to a future full of unknown yet exciting possibilities.

And she couldn’t wait to get started.

PG (Lilly + Terry 339 part 1)

“You’re free to go.”

Alone at last with Lilly, Terry spared her no glances. Simply bent on his heels and pretended to be searching for something in his bag.

Not a word escaped her lips. Lilly picked up her purse and took the first step toward the door.

“Of course, if you quit, I won’t take you back, like Kelso did every time you returned crawling and groveling, which means you’ll never find the Master you’ve been seeking all your life.” This time he snatched a brief peek.

The utter shock painted on her face was an incomparable reward.

“And that would be a real pity.” He straightened, finally acknowledging her. “For the Master, I mean.”

“How…” How the fuck can you possibly know? Lilly’s body screamed to him. “How do you know?”

“‘Cause it’s written all over you.” A few quick strides and he was on her. “For anyone bothering to read.” Close enough for his breath to play on her face.

“Most people don’t.” She was gulping air, barely controlling the arousal he felt uncoiling from the pit of her stomach and drenching her cunt.

“I’m not most people.” Same arousal that was shooting through his veins and filling his dick faster than he anticipated. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Same arousal that was forcing him to extreme measures to subdue his unruly shaft.

“You’ve wasted enough of my time.” Were it up to his straining erection, he’d have flung her to a wall and impaled that perky little ass of hers.

“Tonight’s opening night.” Were it up to his straining erection, he’d have lost himself inside that compelling body of hers.

But thank the stars, it wasn’t, or he’d have spoiled the perfect Halloween slave.

“And I’ve got a show to run.” Exercising fiercer control, he broke their contact. “So I gotta get ready for it.” Picking up his bag, he went toward a door to the far right.

“No, wait.” She scrambled after him the second he took the first step away from her. “I…”

PG (Lilly + Terry 399 part 2)

“I don’t want to leave.”

“Nothing easier.” After entering a smaller dressing room, he rummaged through his bag and grabbed the forms she had arrogantly tossed back at him before. “Sign these and you can stay.” He slammed the papers on a small desk under a window.

Her gaze slid over them briefly. “I want a raise first.” Then returned squarely on his face.

“No one’s getting a raise around here.” He threw his bag on the floor. “Why should you?”

“‘Cause…” With a coy sway, she leaned against the desk. Butt pressed against the wooden front, she hooked both thumbs on the edge. “I’m special.”

Her self-assurance was maddening.

“There’s nothing special about a slave.”

But not as much as her body.

“Ever.”

He eyed her coldly. “They’re all equally worthless and insignificant.” His steel gaze bore deep into hers. “You’re expendable. I can find hundreds like you. Hundreds who’d beg me to make them my slaves.”

Hundreds was an understatement. Too many to count was his true assessment, given his extremely long career.

“Then why do you want me so bad?” Judging from how her tongue darted out to lick her lips, it was obvious she was taunting him. Daring him to claim her.

“Because tonight’s opening night.” Unable to resist, he pinned her to the damn desk. “And I hate to be shorthanded on such an important occasion.”

“Accept my terms and you won’t be.” She took immediate advantage of his position to rub her pelvis against his crotch.

“I never need to accept a slave’s condition.” Hotter than he had ever been in his life, he yanked her hair and snapped her head back. “With or without a raise, you can’t wait for me to plug that tight little ass of yours and throw you at the mercy of all the wolves that are going to enter the club.”

He was getting furious now. Not with her. With himself for going so close to losing his cool.

“‘Cause unlike any of the other slaves, you derive real pleasure out of all the pain and humiliation.” This was another thing that made her the perfect choice as the next Halloween slave. Besides his lusting her so bad he didn’t know if he’d resist that long.

“So I repeat.” His gaze slid to her very tempting mouth. “Why should I pay you more?”

PG (Lilly + Terry 239 master pieces)

“I have one more condition.” Her voice rang out clear and unafraid.

He had to admit he admired her guts. “Aren’t you pushing this negotiation just a bit too far?” He raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Not too far.” She challenged. “Only to the point I know I have a competent master.”

What a sneaky little wench!

“What’s your condition?” Again, he couldn’t suppress the surge of admiration at her skill in playing with him.

“It’s about the rings and plugs.” She heaved, probably wanting time to phrase it so he wouldn’t reject her proposal. “I’m here to serve masters, not slaves. God knows you already have enough incompetent fools in your club trying to pass off as Doms, without me having to submit also to the slaves.”

Terry couldn’t agree more.

“So I don’t want to blow any slave to make it easier for him to wear his cock ring.” She watched him from under her very thick eyelashes, spying his reactions. “As for plus, they are a master’s privilege to insert or remove. Certainly not a slave’s. They are Master Pieces.”

He liked the sound of this. Like she was saying it as one word, rather than two separate ones.

“So I won’t have a slave, any slave, do what you alone are supposed to do.” Now she stared at him, on the defensive lest he argued her points.

“Calling me to my responsibility, eh?”

PG (Lilly + Terry collaring 413)

That’s why we want to collar you. Do you know what it is?”

“I’ve heard about it.” Some men had talked about it while screwing some part of her. “It’s a sub’s formal commitment to a Dom, right?”

To be fair, she had never met a collared slave, or one who claimed to have an official owner.

“Yes, and it usually involves the Dom placing a permanent collar on his chosen sub.” His steel-gray eyes were so magnetic they’d end up hypnotizing her. “But we take it a little further. If you agree to become our slave, we’ll brand you with our mark. The same all three of us wear as a reminder of our connection.” Baring the left shoulder, he bent so she could look at it.

Etched in the flesh, it resembled an M, though something told her the meaning would be more elaborate than that. And she knew better than to ask now.

“But how will that work if you don’t like me? If you can’t even stand touching me—”

“I can’t stand touching you?” Yanking back her hair, his lips pressed on her ear. “I can’t stand keeping my hands off you.” The raspy tone went straight to her pussy. “If you become mine, I’ll fuck the living daylights out of you, Lilly-baby. Every hour, every minute of every goddamn day and night. Before, during and after work, I’ll want to use your amazing body to sink my cock any and all ways I can devise.” His hot breath tickled her. “I’ve wanted you for so long you’ve become like a desert hallucination.” To prove his point, he gripped one of her hands and pressed her palm to his very thick crotch. “I dream about screwing you. It’s the last thing I wish for when I close my eyes and the first when I reopen them.” The tip of his tongue darted out to rim the edge of her ear. “You’ve been worse than a drug for me. Intoxicating me, to the point I wanted to throw all the training shit to the wind and just have you, over and over.” He removed her hand from his groin. “After I mark you, I’ll tie you to a bed and never let you go. I crave to savor every bit of flesh. I want to fill my lungs with your scent and wear it for days on end.” He pulled back. “Do you still think I don’t like you?”

PG (395 BDSM Casper)

“You have a long experience in club management or in domination?” A blondish man stared at Terry wide-eyed.

“In both.” And Terry recognized the slave in him. “But domination is what I do best.” So he fixed the young man intently. “And I don’t think I have to explain any of it to you, right?” His gaze widened to include all the men in the room. “I mean—we’re all Doms here, right?”

Most men stared back with a confident expression flashing in their eyes. A few, more than Terry had initially suspected, averted their gazes. Those were anything except Doms.

“Hem…” The blondish man cleared his throat. “I’m not sure I am one.” He gripped his drink flustered. “I mean…” A slight flush spread on his face. “It’s not long since I started attending the BDSM scene, so I’m not real comfortable with its terms or the issue about Doms versus subs and—”

“Look…what’s your name?” Terry edged forward on his seat to breach the distance with the confused young man.

“Casper, sir.” Somehow, the man responded exactly how Terry wanted him to.

“Casper, the first thing you have to learn about BDSM is that there is no shame in being a sub. It’s not demeaning. It doesn’t mean you’re a lesser man. It just means that, in sex and sex alone, you like doing what others ask you to do. Period.” His gaze caressed Casper’s face.

Like Lilly had observed, it was essential for someone to know exactly where he or she stood.

“So whether man or woman, it’s perfectly all right for one to declare he or she is a sub. Just think—without subs, what would be the point of having Doms?”

Pausing, he watched the reactions crossing Casper’s face in rapid succession—from relief to acceptance in the matter of seconds.

“And nothing like BDSM can bring these qualities out in a person. Playing the scene can really help people understand themselves and make them accept who they truly are.” Then Terry moved for the kill. “So I’m guessing you like being a sub.”

Fascinated, unable to tear his gaze away as if a snake had hypnotized him, the young man nodded slowly.

“Then I have your first task of the night.” Terry unzipped his pants with a deliberate show of it. “Come over here and suck my dick.”

PG (327 BDSM talk)

“But BDSM is also pain and torture, isn’t it?” The one talking was Francis, a man who thought of himself as Dom.

While Terry had his doubts. For sure, Francis was nothing like him or like Julien and André, the other two he could rightly call as Masters because of their style and their viciousness.

“Not necessarily.” Terry sipped more of the cool liquid in his glass. “True, S and M stand for Sadistic and Masochistic, which involve the giving and receiving of pain.” He pressed on Casper’s head to force the man to swallow more of his now very demanding shaft. “But bondage in itself doesn’t require any kind of pain.”

“Last night at your club, things did get out of hand.” A man Terry had met the night before—Bart something—frowned.

“Things never get out of hand at my club.” Using his command tone, Terry cleared up matters. “I always have full control of the situation and of the slaves.” Lilly especially. “That’s why I can afford to provide the most extreme scenes.” He focused on Bart alone. “It’s what members require, so it’s what I’m going to give them—over the edge, under control entertainment. Exactly like last night’s gangbang, which I personally ordered after seeing how much interest that one slave was attracting.”

“She was kind of…hot.” A man Terry had seen pumping Lilly’s ass several times licked his lips.

“She was begging for it,” another added.

The comment irked Terry. “No, she wasn’t.” For some reason, he could never subscribe to the leading theory about women asking for it, which lots of men used as an excuse for their abuses, rape included. “She’s just particularly good at raising excitement to the max.”

Thing about Lilly—she had the exact same reactions every man fantasized about when it came to women. Like a porno star, only Lilly didn’t playact. She loved every minute of it. For real.

“All without inflicting any pain.”

PG (Josie 295)

“Go face the wall, Josie.” His voice abrupt, he indicated the far side, lined with shackles.

When Josie obeyed, he grabbed four canes from a low table and tossed them at Lilly.

Well…almost.

“Line them next to one another, then kneel on them.”

Lilly arranged the sticks in four rows. Without getting up, she crawled on them, coasting her first knee on the rounded poles. When the second knee was in place, she understood this would be one of the hardest punishments she’d have to endure.

He bent behind her. “Give me your wrists.”

After she carefully slid her arms behind her, he tied both wrists with a rope. No cuffs. No nothing. Just the rope digging in her sensitive flesh.

“And don’t move a muscle.” Terry’s low growl sounded more like a warning as he strode to Josie’s side.

Lilly tried straightening her shoulders, but failed miserably. Her arms tied behind her weren’t helping the deeply precarious position Terry had forced her into. She had to gather all her wits to stop her knees from rolling away with the different canes slipping under her at her every breath.

Only when she hardened her stomach and steeled her legs did she manage a semblance of equilibrium, however unstable it still was. Avoiding a miserable tumble on her face would take all she had.

“As for you, Josie, honey.” Grabbing her by the waist, he pushed her toward Lilly. “You’ve got to give me all you’ve got.” He made her arch over Lilly, spreading her legs far apart to avoid the canes. “While Lilly will make you cum before I do.”

Josie’s cunt was at Lilly’s tongue distance.

“If you don’t, I’ll paddle Lilly’s ass so badly she won’t be able to sit for a month.”

What?

PG (MMMF 404)

“Lilly-slut, did you hear me?”

At Julien’s snarl, Lilly jolted on her seat startled. “Hem…” Oh, God. “No.” She had done it again. “Sorry, Master.” Gone off with her imagination. “I was—”

“Daydreaming again.” André grinned. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re looking for any chance to escape us.”

“No, really.” Lilly blushed violently. “I’m not trying to go anywhere—”

“Just off on a cloud,” Terry cut her short. “Like today, when I was deep in her ass and she was away in her clouds.”

“That’s a serious offense.” Partly amused, partly serious, André looked at her as though he’d start spanking her right there. Right now, too.

“Oh, I punished her for it. Her ass is still purple from my metal brush. And her body…” At the significant pause, his steel-gray eyes leveled with hers. “It’s still screaming from all the missed cums.”

Lilly averted her gaze.

“Prevented her cums, uh?” Julien sniggered. “It was about time! I’ve been telling both of you to do it from the start.”

“And you were right.” Terry nodded gravely. “I should’ve restrained her damn cums sooner.”

“Must not have been easy.” André also swung his gaze to her. “Your slave girl comes the second we touch her.”

“Your slut girl comes the second we look at her,” Julien scoffed. “Which doesn’t mean we have to let her. Like I keep saying, she’s too much in dire need of a real training in proper etiquette for us to keep ignoring it.”

“That’s exactly what I started today.” Terry’s expression was the cold, inflexible one Lilly was beginning to know so well. Too well alas. “But since it wasn’t too effective, we can continue it right away.”

Lilly’s heart was heavier than stone.

“I’ll be good.” Were they going to have a scene in this public place? “I won’t do it again.”

“Too late, Lilly-slut.” Julien always charged this particular nickname with all the contempt he could muster. “Now go to the restroom—the men’s restroom—and close yourself in one of the stalls, face to the wall.”

“The men’s restroom?” She wasn’t sure she had heard correctly.

“You heard him,” Terry snapped as though annoyed with her. “And don’t you dare disobey our first rule.”

So Lilly scrambled to her feet, almost knocking down the chair in her haste to comply. Then she walked on high heels and unsteady legs toward the restroom.

———–EROTIC—————–

FMF (Josie 358)

“Are you challenging my orders?” Terry stopped his examination of Josie’s butt.

“No, Sir,” Josie was quick to add. “I was merely suggesting—”

“Slaves aren’t allowed to offer suggestions.”

Having a privileged view of Josie’s cunt all the way to her ass, Lilly saw Terry’s forceful penetration of Josie’s anus, which made the woman tremble and sway.

“Ever.” With a few thrusts, he adjusted his fit. “And if you try faking it just to save your friend’s hide, you’ll get just as many paddles as she will.”

It was no empty threat.

Lilly knew it.

So did Josie, for she shut her mouth and her body relaxed as though resigned to whatever fate awaited it.

There was no time to waste. Terry wouldn’t be long in coming, not with Josie’s rear squeezing his dick.

But when Lilly went for her first lick of the juicy pussy, she realized her ass better be prepared for the worst.

She was just too uncomfortable to make a decent job of pampering Josie’s cunt. She had to wrestle with balance and devote herself to Josie. The two were impossible together. She either lapped her friend or she remained straight up. There seemed no way around it.

Her only advantage, if such it could be defined, was the throbbing clit right in front of her nose.

Lilly knew ‘cause Josie had often talked about it—that stimulation of the clit was the only way to send her friend spinning. So Lilly darted her tongue tip to drill the swell drowning in dripping moistness. To do this, she didn’t have to move a muscle. Just hold out her tongue. Terry’s ramming would give Josie’s clit all the gliding it needed to burst.

If it didn’t unbalance Lilly first.

He pushed into Josie’s butt as though he wanted her to crumble under his assault. And maybe she would have, had not Lilly lost it all together and fallen face down against his legs. Like she feared she would from the start.

“Can’t hold it, eh?” Terry’s sarcastic voice was simultaneous to his moving aside, away from her.

And to Lilly landing on the ground.

MMF (382 Terry is my master)

“Terry, I hope for your sake this is worth it.” The deep male voice resonated above the door being flung open. “It’s not my custom to pay extra bucks, and a whole fucking five hundred more of them, just for one damn slave—”

As the voice went silent all together, Lilly supposed the man was looking at her. Which meant she must be a real sight.

“Fuck!”

This had all the sound of being a compliment.

A true compliment.

“Terry, you’ve outdone yourself.”

Now the man was circling her.

“I told you it would be worth the extra bucks.” There was no disguising the satisfaction in Terry’s chuckle. “And since you’re such a good client of ours, I thought it only fitting you should be the first one I’d offer this opportunity.”

“She truly is…” The man jabbed the dildo in her pussy.

And Lilly would’ve jumped if Terry hadn’t been so good in tying her up.

“Exciting,” the man concluded, forcing the dildo up her cunt.

“And available.”

From the footsteps approaching, Lilly presumed Terry had come closer.

Close enough for her heart to pound frantically from the thrill of having him acknowledge her.

“Oh, yeah.” The man removed the dildo and shoved it up her ass.

Ouch!

“Have you invited anyone else to this private party of yours?” His own stiff piece of mea replaced the fake one with a vigorous slam into her pussy.

“I wanted to see your reactions first.” Terry took a step forward. “And judging from your cock, they’re exactly what I expected.”

“More than you expected.” The man drilled her forcefully.

Which in turn propelled the plastic stick in her butt all the way to her ears.

Inevitable for Lilly to burn like hell.

No worse.

Like Terry had said, the position cramped both holes to the point that every blow drove right into the pain Terry had inflicted on her. The more the man pumped. The more it sizzled her cunt. The more it eviscerated her ass. The more she wanted to scream in agony. The more she couldn’t. The more she kept thinking…

Terry is my Master.

And her Master had commanded her to cum at every painful thrust.

And her Master was right there, expecting her to carry out his order.

MMMFF (Ellie 263)

After taking off her coat and noiselessly laying it on the floor, she knelt. To add to the effect, she slipped her arms behind her back, as though Terry had tied her wrists. The last thing was to lower her head.

Always show submission had become her motto, however hard it was to follow at times. Like right at the moment.

“Let’s start with her mouth.” Swinging Ellie around, Julien brought her to her knees. “It’s always a nice place to start.”

Despite her bent head, Lilly usually had no problem observing everything from under her eyelashes. But Julien’s back turned to her blocked the view of his mouthwatering cock, which he must’ve pushed in Ellie’s open cavity, judging from her gurgles.

“Would this make it better?” André picked up what looked like an open mouth gag from the table and placed it at one side of Ellie’s mouth.

“Much.”

The sputtering increased, an evident sign Julien could push deeper without any impediment.

“Try it yourself, André-baby.”

“Wait, guys.”

There was a shift as Terry dragged Ellie forward. After going behind her, he yanked her hair. Ellie’s head flew back. Mouth gaping, André and Julien would have no trouble gagging her. No trouble at all.

Lilly didn’t feel sorry for Ellie. Quite the contrary. There was a small shiver of pleasure at the cold viciousness these three seemed eager to dispense on poor Ellie, which excited the hell out of Lilly. Matter-of-fact—she wanted nothing less than for them to hurt the slave more.

Things were really picking up in front of her.

MMMFF (Ellie 395)

“I’ve had enough of this.” André took a step back, his cock flopping out of Ellie’s cavity.

“Me, too.” Julien looked at Terry. “Give us her ass.”

“It’s yours.” Flipping Ellie around, he presented her rear end to Julien and André’s hungry beasts. “So you can take it together.”

At the words, his own shaft plunged into her wide-open cavity.

“You read our minds, Thierry.” André glanced at Julien.

“Abso-fucko-lutely.” Swinging his head, he checked the room, probably in search of a convenient spot for the two of them to stuff her butt hole.

“How about the couch?” Terry suggested.

“Yeah, looks just about right.” Without wasting any time, Julien picked Ellie up and brought her to the sofa.

“Shouldn’t we get her ass a little wetter?” André followed him.

I’m here. Lilly wanted to shout. I can help.

She didn’t dare, of course, nor as much as raise her head.

There was a momentary pause when she felt all eyes on her.

Well, maybe it was her imagination getting the better of her again, but nothing could shake the sensation everything she was going through was a show for her benefit. Terry having instructed his two friends to act as though she weren’t even there.

“Nah.” A dismissive wave of the hand and Julien scoffed, “It’s going to be so much more fun if she’s not ready for us.”

“I agree.” Terry reached them, immediately taking advantage of her gaping mouth.

“Then you go first.” The tip of André’s erection slid on Ellie’s cleft. “And make it quick, ‘cause I’m getting kind of urgent with my need.”

“Relax, André-baby.” Julien adjusted his position.

Then shoved.

Ouch!

No, it wasn’t her in Ellie’s place. But the blow was such. Lilly couldn’t help feeling it as much as the other woman. Which maybe was an exaggeration on Lilly’s part.

Ellie didn’t move a muscle, much less tried to wriggle away. Or perhaps, the fierce swallowing Terry was putting her through froze her.

“She’s nice and tight.” Another thrust and Julien’s cock disappeared between Ellie’s very generous buttocks.

“With all this meat, how can you tell?” There was a slight hint of disgust in André, which further reinforced Lilly’s belief they were doing this only for Terry’s sake.

“Shut up and get your dick in there.” Terry’s low growl was like a warning they shouldn’t reveal too much.

MMMF (379 after collaring)

Hardly sated, the three men shifted around her. Now André had a firm hold of her ass. His giant erection drilling her to the core, he brushed her clit with a sensual stroke that would’ve made Terry himself cum.

Not that he had the chance to enjoy the show. Julien’s forceful taking of her cunt put an end to it.

Terry, instead, had claimed her warm cavity and how good that felt.

Ever since the first night he had ordered her to clean his dick, he hadn’t been able to get over the sensation of her tongue licking him. Now he had the full deal of it—soft lips to bruise, wide-open cavity to sweep, warm cheeks to pressure him on every side, deep throat to suck him down.

And it was blowing his mind away at the excruciating pleasure she could bring him. His cock practically pulsing from the need to release the load hardening his balls again.

No way could he hold it long. Not when André and Julien started kissing.

It was undeniable. Their kisses created waves. Incredible waves of energy that someone receptive could not fail to pick up. He felt them coursing his blood. He had no doubt Lilly was feeling them, too. As intensely as him, if not more.

It was evident by her heightened sucking. By the velvety sea of her saliva drowning him, when it didn’t drip on the couch. By her swallowing more of him despite her numerous gagging. By her moving her head forward every time he pulled slightly back, as though she didn’t want to let go. Ever.

But she was also attentive to her other masters’ needs.

Her body swayed at their rhythm. Bound as she was, she was still able to control enough of her movement to give Terry the impression she was responding to each of André and Julien’s slams. Back and front, she pushed her ass down and threw her cunt forward at the precise tempo they slid further into her.

Not a coincidence.

Terry was certain of it. And the sheer thought she’d be capable of fulfilling their requests in every way possible filled him with pride, joy and the need to cum.

Of course, she beat him to it.

She always did.

———–BLOG—————–

ADULT (856 Terry’s flogging at Kurt’s)

Lilly was still hanging by the hook.

It was just everyone’s lucky break that her butt was turned toward the guests at the moment, which caused an audible sharp intake of breaths and stiffening of cocks all together.

Terry suppressed a grin. Yes, Lilly made quite an impression. She and her very tempting ass were definitely among the club’s most valuable assets.

Also Casper shifted from his position to glance at the body in midair. Also Casper appreciated, judging from the widening of his eyes.

“I didn’t give you permission to look.” Not that Terry gave him any time to linger. “You’ve been ordered one thing and one alone.” With a shove, Terry pushed Casper’s head back down on his erection. “So get to it.”

The others had risen and now circled Lilly.

“She has a magnificent ass.” A man Terry recognized as Gabriel couldn’t take his gaze off it.

“One that would be much nicer if reddened.” Philo licked his lips in anticipation.

“And we got the best flogger to do it.” Kurt swung his head to Terry.

He had to admit it—the mere prospect excited the hell out of him. “Won’t mind trying to bring some color to those admirable cheeks.” Yanking Casper’s head back, Terry got up, forcing his hard dick inside his pants. “But first, who’s going to take keep Casper busy?” His hands free again, he tossed the man’s head back. “We don’t want any subs to be idle.”

“I’ll take him.” A man Terry remembered was named George jumped at the offer. One stride and he had stuffed his cock into Casper’s gaping cavity, shoving so fiercely the man gagged pitifully.

Which didn’t convince George to loosen his hold or be more merciful.

Terry chucked as he went near Lilly. Apparently, Casper would learn the hard way.

Which was hardly his problem.

“All right, back to the coloring business.” He grinned at the men’s expectant faces. “And to the flogger.” He took the multi-tailed whip Kurt gave him, testing the long, flat leather latches on the back of his hand.

He wanted them to hurt. To crackle and turn Lilly’s butt into a pulp. So that she suffered like hell. He wanted all of it and more. Just knew he wouldn’t get to that point. Not with this crowd anyway.

Still, he’d make sure to cause her enough pain. Such was his intent as he took position behind her.

“Wait.” Bart stepped forward. “Let’s free her head first, so we can play with her mouth, too.” After untying Lilly’s braid from the rope, he removed her gag and directed her face over his twitching beast, demanding full attention.

Since her head was now free, others gathered at that end to bounce her mouth on their own equally thick cocks. Without giving her any respite, they jerked her braid left and right to satisfy their many needs.

This worked perfectly for Terry’s purpose, too. Distracted as she was, the pain he’d bring to her would be even more shocking.

She was too tense anyway. Her anticipation had cramped her muscles.

So Terry took things very slow at first. He brushed the long strips on her buttocks, like a caress that was sure to please her. He brushed the flogger along the widespread cleft, lingering on her asshole and cunt, always with a gentle motion he used to relax her.

If she expected the impact, it would be no fun, not to mention less painful. So he did everything to put her at ease.

Only when her muscles sagged a little. And her mouth swamped too many cocks at once. Only then did Terry strike.

The powerful blow reverberated through the room. He followed it with another, then one more as Lilly flailed helplessly.

Oh, she tried to move away after the first one. The men holding her head glued to their shafts and the hanging position didn’t allow for any escape. Instead, the combination gave Terry full control.

He lightened the force of the impacts to induce another false sense of security in Lilly.

The night before, he had carefully watched her. True, she had high tolerance to pain. Also true, most masters didn’t know how to cause decent suffering. The rhythmical repetition of harsh and gentle blows in the same sequenced pattern wasn’t effective at all. Slaves quickly adapted to it, so their bodies wouldn’t hurt as much.

Terry’s method didn’t allow slaves to adapt. Never. His method kept their attention perked and their flesh burning for the longest time. Terry never allowed slaves to forget who had caused them the harshest pain.

‘Cause he was The Master.

Always.

With Lilly in particular.

Her cheeks soon became bright red, which didn’t deter the flogger’s thud on her raw skin.

He didn’t strike the same spot twice. This was another common mistake. He whipped close to the last hit, so the pain spread instead of concentrating on one spot alone. Which induced numbness and loss of sensitivity. Which reduced pain.

Which was the last thing he wanted. Particularly now that he was about to move on her most delicate parts.

PG (Lilly + Terry collaring 693)

“Actually, you’re making perfect sense.” No irony in his heart-stopping gaze. “Which brings me to the purpose of my visit.” He was dead serious. “I and my lover-mates, as you call them, would like to collar you.”

“Collar me?” Puzzled, she creased her forehead. “As in the sense of belonging to the three of you?”

“As in the sense of being ours. Completely. In body and mind. In the flesh and in the spirit. In and out of bed. In pain as much as in pleasure. In bondage and total submission. Under any and all kinds of dominations we might devise now or in the future.”

Stunned, Lilly gazed at him in disbelief. Was she hearing right? Was he really offering what she thought he was?

“Why?”

No, wrong question.

She cleared her throat. “I mean why me?”

“‘Cause you perceive things no one else does.” He raked a hand through her hair. “‘Cause you have one of the highest levels of tolerance to pain. ‘Cause you can turn that same pain into pleasure quicker than anyone else. Mostly, ‘cause we have the same kinds of energy, like you guessed. It’s the reason we called to you when we were with Ellie.”

“So it wasn’t just my imagination.” Relief spread through her every fiber.

She wasn’t crazy!

Thank God for that!

“No, it wasn’t.” He grinned broadly, his first smile of the day. “Nor have you lost your mind.” He became serious again. “There is a connection between André, Julien and me. Most people don’t pick up on it, besides the obvious fact that we always stick together. But you felt it right away, and we all noticed you did. That’s why we want to collar you. Do you know what it is?”

“I’ve heard about it.” Some men had talked about it while screwing some part of her. “It’s a sub’s formal commitment to a Dom, right?”

To be fair, she had never met a collared slave, or one who claimed to have an official owner.

Etched in the flesh, it resembled an M, though something told her the meaning would be more elaborate than that. And she knew better than to ask now.

“But how will that work if you don’t like me? If you can’t even stand touching me—”

MMMF (822 after collaring)

It was their habit after all. Not their style to enjoy a slave without any proper bondage.

Grabbing the nearest ropes, André brought them to Terry. Together, they tied her wrists, then secured them to the hook above the sofa. All while Julien had stepped up his tempo in her behind. So hard, Lilly rocked all through the fastening.

Finally, she was ready. Arms stretched above her head. Ass firmly impaled by Julien. Pussy widespread for anyone’s taking. Mouth at anyone’s disposal. She made a darn hot picture. One neither Terry nor André could resist for long.

Terry chose her cunt. He wanted the closest contact possible. He wanted to drown into her silky flesh. He didn’t want to miss a single second of her warmth pressing against his gland. Against every side of it.

All of it was his when his cock penetrated to the hilt. With a few shoves, he went to the roots of her slit. Drenched, dripping flesh wrapped around his rigidity and squeezed tight. Which made him wish he’d never have to leave such deliciously scorching hole. Also narrow, for the way her derriere was engorged by Julien, her front was as crammed as her back was. Which maximized Terry’s pleasure ten folds.

André was also keeping her mouth busy on his own meaty piece. Terry heard her intakes, her gulps, the gargles, coughs and sputters that made the whole thing more cock tightening than he could’ve ever foreseen.

Then he was carried into a new kiss with Julien, and it was simply magic. His lover knew exactly how to draw the most from just a kiss. Like when he drew Terry’s blood, Julien had a way of sucking his tongue that had almost the same effect.

It was partly the reason Terry had fallen in love hard and deep with him and André. So many years back, his memory was somewhat fuzzy about the exact date.

But not that Julien and André had been the most exciting sight Terry had ever seen in his life. The most beautiful, too, the amber-skin beauty that was part of Terry’s fascination for Creoles, along with the exquisitely shaped liquid eyes. Something he still relished today, particularly when catching the envious glances of people around him at the sight of the two magnificent specimens.

Deep in Julien’s mouth and in Lilly’s moist cunt, pressure was getting to Terry. Not just from Julien’s passionate exchange. From Lilly and her amazing body, too. Lilly and her incredible reactions at their kissing.

‘Cause the damn creature was coming again, a shattering tide that was carrying him, Julien and André along in a powerful spill.

Not that he had the chance to enjoy the show. Julien’s forceful taking of her cunt put an end to it.

Terry, instead, had claimed her warm cavity and how good that felt.

And it was blowing his mind away at the excruciating pleasure she could bring him. His cock practically pulsing from the need to release the load hardening his balls again.

No way could he hold it long. Not when André and Julien started kissing.

But she was also attentive to her other masters’ needs.

Not a coincidence.

Terry was certain of it. And the sheer thought she’d be capable of fulfilling their requests in every way possible filled him with pride, joy and the need to cum.

Of course, she beat him to it.

She always did.

———–WEBSITE—————–

MMMF (1.427 Chapter 16)

“Ellie, get the fuck out of here.”

Terry’s commanding tone seemed to come from another dimension. “Wash up and get ready for the night.”

On opening her eyes, Lilly noticed Ellie’s body bathed head to toes in the three men’s seed.

“And take our stuff downstairs.” More like an angry bark, Terry’s curt order made Lilly snap to full attention. “Leave them in my office.”

“Yes, Sir.” Jumping to her feet, Ellie picked up the men’s coats and their shirts, which they must’ve shed some time when Lilly hadn’t been looking.

Inevitable for Ellie to come up to Lilly’s coat, too. Not that she touched it. Far from it. She glanced at it with a sneer, then walked out of the room.

Lilly trembled. Something told her that her Master wanted to punish her and bad for having climaxed without his express consent.

But how could he possibly know?

He had been hammering Ellie’s ass so hard. Lilly was sure he hadn’t paid any attention to her.

Plus, she had not moaned. Not gasped. Not yelled. She had kept silent, in spite of the numerous orgasms shattering her body into a million pieces.

Still, he knew.

And he’d make her pay for it.

It would be of no use to try to explain that she had no choice. That in fact, it had been his kiss, along with Julien and André’s, to spiral her senses into a crazy and unbelievable vortex.

The Master wouldn’t give a damn about her poor excuses. Nor would he care to know she had glimpsed his true essence—the powerful, black and evil one. Or whatever it was, since that memory was fading fast.

Her best bet was to keep her mouth shut and take whatever he saw fit to dish out.

“André, please, bring me that…” Terry gestured her way. “Worthless piece of shit.” He paused as his friend got up. “‘Cause if I get my hands on her now, I might just kill her.”

“I told you she didn’t deserve your time and effort, Thierry-baby,” Julien mumbled softly.

Not enough that Lilly couldn’t overhear.

“She’s no good as a slave.” Rising, Julien went to the couch and plopped down on the plush cushions.

“She’s no good at anything else, either,” Terry spat. “Kelso had warned me about her, but…” He shrugged as though he had no choice in the matter. “I guess he felt sorry for her.”

“I wonder why.” At her side by now, André grabbed her, none too gently, and hauled her over his left shoulder. “She’s also as ugly as hell.”

That was really unfair. Out of all the disparaging things, true or false, they could’ve said about her, this really hurt.

“Tonight we’ll teach her some manners.”

It was Terry speaking with such self-assurance that Lilly became scared stiff.

“We’ll definitely help you.” Practically flinging her on the ground, André deposited her at Terry’s feet. “Won’t we, love?”

The question and the heart-wrenching look were for Julien.

“Can’t wait.” Reaching his friends at the center of the room, Julien kissed André lightly on the lips. Then he swung his head and his mouth closed on Terry’s, too. “I love it when you’re so angry, Thierry-baby.” He stroked the long hair briefly. “But you know you’ve gotta calm down if you want to punish her in any effective way.”

“I know.” Terry caught Julien’s hand and squeezed it tight.

For Lilly watching from below, their bond seemed stronger now than when they were exchanging the passionate kisses that were about to get her hide skinned to its bare essential.

“So, what did you have in mind?” André took a step forward, enough for Terry to kiss him, too.

“For starters, let’s hang her.” Terry peered up. “Then we can use just about anything that’s available here.” He spun to the table of toys. “There’s plenty to choose from.” He picked up a particularly heavy-looking paddle. “I suggest a combination of each.”

“Her ass will be a bloody red pulp when we’re through with it.”

There was such a cruel undertone to Julien’s comment that Lilly was sure she wouldn’t get out of the room alive.

“Then let’s get started.” André clutched a pair of cuffs and strapped them to her wrists.

The first thing they worried about was keeping her mouth closed, probably afraid she’d scream too loud. Hence a thick ball gag.

Next, Julien handed Terry a blindfold.

“No, I don’t want to make it easy for her.” Terry grinned as he caught her eyes, an icy grin that froze her blood. “I want her to see us as we beat the crap out of her.” The steel in his eyes gleamed maliciously. “I particularly don’t want her using the closed eyes to escape any of the pain.”

To hang her, Terry brought a leather belt. The two ends clasped one at each wrist, Terry had Julien lift her toward the hook. Thanks to André’s help, she was soon dangling in midair.

Julien looked her up and down skeptically. “How about we get rid of her pantyhose and thongs?”

“Yeah, the beating will be more effective if on her bare hide.” André nodded.

Next thing she knew, Lilly’s bottom half was stripped. Brutally. The three tearing her stuff off.

Suspended from above, Lilly pretended she didn’t have a body. Kind of hard to do, considering the force of gravity pulled her downward and stretched her arms until they ached unbearably. The fact her frame swung slightly, like a leaf prey to constant wind ruffle, contributed to her helplessness and to the strain of her muscles.

“Let’s start with this, Thierry-love.”

The voice sounded like André’s. Too bad she couldn’t see what he had chosen, for he had gone behind her back.

“Perfect,” Terry agreed readily.

Then Julien came up front and to her immense horror, she understood how they would go about it.

Julien gripped her hips and stopped her swaying. Soon after, the deafening thud of a flogger made her squirm to try and get away.

With Julien’s iron clutch, escape was not an option.

The trio had made sure of it. Blocking her body’s natural swing would increase the impact of the blows, making them ten times more painful than ordinarily.

And she couldn’t believe her Master would really go to such lengths simply because she had climaxed without his permission.

Just as the scorch of the first flogging was quelling, the paddle smacking her other buttock brought tears to her eyes.

Not that she had any time for crying.

The birch hitting her next was something so hurtful she would’ve screamed had her mouth allowed.

Then it was a cane, a whip, a belt, a crop before going back to the flogger, the paddle, the birch and so on.

Every hit was precise and fierce, even if the three men switched around often. In turn, André, Terry, then Julien again came up front to hold her hips.

This was the most bastardly thing of all. It fucking hurt like crazy. It fucking burned like hell.

Not content, they also targeted the back of her thighs, which hurt even more than her ass cheeks. A couple of blows also to her shoulders.

For nothing was spared to appease Terry’s rage.

How long did they keep at it?

Lilly didn’t have a clue.

First, it was pain. Then it was fire. Then it was neither. Finally, it was both.

Sensations blurred. Every beat, her flesh quivered. Her cunt throbbed. Her ass tightened. Every beat, she wanted more.

It was all too intense that, at one point, her perception faded. Dulled away or she’d have fainted. The more they whacked her, the less she reacted. Blissful at last, she was about to step beyond the threshold connecting pain to pleasure when the most amazingly unexpected thing of all happened. Whoever was holding her hips darted his tongue and drilled her clit. Nailed it. Literally.

Her mouth would’ve dropped open had the ball gag not prevented it.

He didn’t just stop at the first few strokes. He continued in the most delicious brushing, which made her try to sway, despite the firm grasp on her hips and the face crushed to her cunt.

Her attempt was soon blocked from behind. Two giant dildos shoved, one in her ass, the other in her cunt. So forcefully, she feared both would hit the ball in her mouth. Then two blows to her buns in rapid succession and the orgasm wrecked her very core. Shook her to her very foundation.

——–QUOTES—————–

Lilly- What kept her tied to the club, in a literal sense, was the hope of finding a Master. A true Dom. Not one of those who used the name without the balls or the imagination to back it up.

Lilly- The way both Nick and Terence pounded her, Lilly had no doubt they wouldn’t last long. These kinds of masters seldom did. Once they conquered their positions, they’d spill their souls in a matter of seconds, thinking that possession equaled submission.

Lilly- Another thing about Terry and sex—he couldn’t do without the bondage. He could without the pain, which Lilly had come to understand heightened his pleasure, but wasn’t essential. The bondage was. For Terry, it was like a prerequisite. Without it, he wouldn’t even consider having sex.

Lilly- For once, they weren’t inclined to cause her pain. For once, they weren’t inclined to ignore her. Her three Masters had never given a damn about her pleasure. What she took had always been stolen from their games. This time, they wanted her to explode under their cocks, tongues and fingers.

So she did, with long, blissful waves intensified by the awareness they might be her last

Tied to the club, she searched for a Master. A true Dom. One with balls and imagination to back it up.

Terry- Too intelligent for her own good. Those had been Kelso’s words. And Terry couldn’t agree more.

Terry- He just wasn’t interested. After so many years on the scene, tits, ass, cunt or cocks meant nothing to him, if they didn’t belong to someone who intrigued him also fully dressed.

Terry- But such was their privilege. He and his lover-mates making up the rules as they went along, however unfair they were.

Synopsis

At The Dungeon BDSM Club, Lilly works as a bondage slave for hire. She’s not in it for the money or the job description. She’s in it to find a Master. A true Master. If none have fit the bill so far, she thinks she may have a shot with Terry, the new club’s manager. Only he doesn’t seem to want to have anything to do with her. Not even as a slave. He’s just interested in his two gorgeous Creole lovers, Julien and André. Which could mean Lilly will never have a chance, unless she demeans herself into accepting a lifetime contract sealing her permanent slavery. Not just to Terry. To Julien and André.

But just when she accepts the three as her Masters, Halloween with its spooky Black Room comes round to spoil her fun. If not her very life.

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