Chelsea's Chastisement Page 7

  She shivered at the humor in his voice as much as at his words and the images they conjured up. “Punish me, Sire?”

  He swatted her ass through the dress, but she hardly felt it. The damn thing was as heavy as a winter coat and just as thick. “Yes. I’m afraid so.”

  She swallowed hard. “I’ll accept whatever punishment Your Highnesses deem appropriate, Sire.”

  All three groaned, and she buried her face against Roland’s chest and smiled. To know she had that kind of an effect on these three made her feel powerful and beautiful. He turned her around to face the others, and then he reached in front of her to untie the laces on her bodice. It was such an unexpected but sexy gesture that she didn’t move.

  He fumbled with the corset once he had her dress undone in the front. “I hate these damn things.” No kidding! So did she. Having Anne lace it up this morning had been like trying to squeeze into a pair of jeans two sizes too small.

  He undid the back laces on the dress, and then undid the ones on the corset. That freed her breasts, at least, and she could breathe once more. Then he moved the corset off her body, letting it fall around her ankles, but he kept the dress on. He reached around again and grasped her breasts. “This is nice.”

  “It sure is,” said Denver, taking his cock out of his breeches. She swore he was drooling.

  Archer did the same, his eyes blazing with lust as he began to pull on his dick, too. She watched them, mesmerized. This was so raw and erotic.

  She was lost again in these three men, and she didn’t even mind it this time. Their combined scents, plus the smells inside this room, brought back every moment of the night before. She wanted to experience all of that again, and so much more.

  Roland’s lips grazed her skin, and she moaned. “You belong to us, Chelsea. All of you.” He planted kisses up and down her neck until she was certain she’d simply melt into him. The other two approached, and Archer reached her first. He gazed into her eyes, and then Roland moved his hands as if the two had communicated without words.

  Archer took her breasts into his hands and rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Chelsea groaned loudly, and tipped her head back, closing her eyes. Roland’s hands moved to her ass, bare now since she’d refused to put on tights this morning in addition to the corset, and he smacked both cheeks hard this time. She pulled in a shaky breath, but not from pain. The arousal racing through her was crazy.

  “Sit her down,” said Denver, his voice gruff. She opened her eyes to glance at him. He looked like he was ready to burst, and she loved it that he wasn’t taking a back seat to Roland and Archer this time.

  Roland led her to the nearest chair and sat in it, then pulled her onto his lap, facing the room, but Denver shook his head. “Take her dress off.”

  Roland chuckled and stood her up again, then made a show out of sliding the dress down every inch of her body, kissing as he went. Archer and Denver watched, pulling on their dicks again, and Chelsea was sure she was going to come. They didn’t need to work anything out. They had this all figured out, but simply didn’t realize it.

  She was naked, on Roland’s lap, and the men were still dressed. She’d never experienced anything like this. It was like being in a movie but not a sleazy one. More like an erotic film, although she’d be hard-pressed to think of a comparative title right now if she had to. She could barely process this and they had only started.

  Roland grasped her breasts again and kneaded them in his strong hands. The movement sent tiny jolts of electricity straight to her throbbing clit. Denver pulled a chair over and sat in front of her, then brushed his hands up and down her thighs, parting them as he did so. Archer stood next to her and pulled lazily on his cock, but it looked ready to burst. She wanted it inside her, but had the feeling the guys were going to play with her now and take their time.

  Denver brushed his fingers over her pussy lips and grinned at her in a way that forced more moans from her. “You’re so wet for us, Chelsea.”

  “I can’t help it, Sire. You each do this to me.”

  “We’re so pleased by that,” said Archer. “To know you’re aroused this much by us.”

  She smiled up at him. “And I feel the same way toward each of you. To know you find me this desirable makes me feel beautiful and sexy.”

  Roland nuzzled her neck. “You are beautiful and sexy.”

  “You really are,” said Archer.

  Denver dove between her legs and licked her soaking wet pussy and her clit. She cried out in pleasure, and then when he pushed two fingers into her, she clenched her muscles around them and rode the waves of contractions racing through her body.

  Roland chuckled, nuzzling her neck again. “Did we give you permission to come?”

  His words, plus the tone of voice used to deliver them, sent delicious shivers up and down her spine. “No, Sire,” she whispered.

  “Oh,” said Archer, a huge grin on his face. “You’re in very big trouble now.”

  Denver came up for air, then gave her a sheepish grin. “I couldn’t help myself. We did get interrupted this morning, after all.”

  Chelsea didn’t answer them. She merely giggled and then bit her lip, waiting to see what they’d do next. Roland stood her up, and then led her over to a tall chair. “Bend over it.” She did, her entire body trembling with need and anticipation.

  She heard them in the room behind her, but when she glanced over her shoulder to see what they were up to, Archer gave her a stern look. “Eyes down.”

  “Yes, Sire.” She stared at the chair seat below her, and then gasped when one of them slipped a piece of silk around her eyes.

  “It’s okay,” said Roland, close to her ear. “We won’t leave you alone. You’re safe. Just listen to our voices and relax. We’re not going to hurt you.”

  “Okay.” Once the blindfold was tied behind her head, everything else was enhanced. She heard tiny sounds she hadn’t noticed before, and caught the scent of their shampoo. They gently pulled her arms behind her back and fitted what felt like leather cuffs around her wrists. An image of the woman in the painting came back to her, and she moaned softly.

  “These won’t hurt you,” said Archer. She heard buckles, and then the cuffs were clipped together. “And we can get them off quickly if we need to. If you become afraid, or if you need a break, all you have to do is ask. I promise we won’t keep you like this beyond what you can endure.”

  “All right. Thank you.” Had Archer’s voice always sounded this reassuring? No, it hadn’t. Was it the blindfold, or had something changed this morning after she’d apologized for snapping at them?

  She heard shuffling again, and this time it sounded like they were undressing. She pictured their naked bodies, wishing she could look at them again. When a piece of wood grazed her ass cheeks, she moaned loudly.

  “I get to go first this time,” said Denver, his voice full of lust and wicked delight. “For two reasons.” The paddle lightly tapped both ass cheeks and she gasped softly at the rush of endorphins flooding her body. “One, we were interrupted this morning. And two…” He swatted her ass again, harder this time. “It’s my fault you came without permission.”

  That made absolutely no sense to her, but she didn’t care. She only knew two things right now. This was the most fun she’d ever had, and she never wanted to leave this room.

  Chapter Nine

  When the paddle came down across her ass again, it hurt. Chelsea yelped and tried to dance away, but a pair of strong hands on her mid back stopped her. “Don’t try to move away because we don’t want you to fall,” said Roland. “Your world uses safewords for play like this. Let’s give you one. Use ‘red’ if you want us to stop, you’re feeling afraid, or for anything else you need. Is that all right?”

  “Okay. Yes. Sure. Sire.”

  “How are you right now?” asked Archer.

  “Just surprised. I’m okay. Honestly.” She was. The intensity had been a shock, but she wanted more swats because whi
le the one had hurt, it had also sent desire coursing through her that was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

  “Then may I proceed with your punishment?” asked Denver.

  The way he asked it nearly forced a giggle from her throat, but she tamped it down. She didn’t want them to think she was laughing at them. “Yes, Sire.”

  “Good girl.”

  That voice! She’d do anything to hear those sexy tones in it again. He swatted her five more times, pausing in between, and the pain and pleasure were all mixed up into one decadent sensation that infused her entire body and soul with an aching need. She didn’t understand it, and had never felt anything like it before. She wanted to cry, laugh, and dance in the rain all at the same time.

  When he pushed his naked body up against her and told her to spread her legs, she cried out as he slid his dick into her pussy from behind and fucked her silly. She couldn’t move now, but that only made it better. She had no choice but to submit. It was raw and dirty, and she hoped the other two had the same plans in mind because this was incredible. When he withdrew, she realized he hadn’t come yet, and that thought nearly made her come all over again.

  “My turn,” said Archer, brushing what felt like a piece of leather against her ass cheeks. Once again, the image of the painting rose in her mind. Did it tell the future? When he slapped the leather strap against her ass cheeks, she cried out at the burning sensation. His strikes were timed so well that each hit built on the previous one, until her ass felt like it was on fire.

  But at the same time, the pleasure was immense, filling her once again with the need for more. She wasn’t sure how many swats he gave her, but when he stopped, he too pushed his cock into her pussy and fucked her with wild abandon. He hung onto her hips and plunged so far inside with each thrust that his balls slapped her. Each time he pushed his dick inside, she inched closer to another climax, and it occurred to her she’d better ask if she was allowed to come again.

  When Archer pulled out, he kissed her sore ass cheeks, and then rubbed them in such a way that actually made the pain worse, but she loved it. “Sire, what if I come again?”

  “Don’t.”

  Oh… Was he kidding? How was she supposed to hold it back?

  Roland nuzzled her neck. “Having fun?”

  “Yes. But I’m not sure I can hold off another orgasm, Sire.”

  He brushed a stiff flogger down her back, across her ass, and finally over the backs of her thighs. Then he repeated the process. The anticipation was killing her, and it sent her arousal through the roof!

  “If you do come again, you’ll owe us something very dark and dirty.”

  “What is it?” She might as well get ready for it now because if he didn’t stop that, she was going to explode.

  He struck her on the back with the flogger and she cried out. It didn’t really hurt, but she loved the sensation and knew she couldn’t handle it without coming again.

  “You’ll see.”

  Oh what a tease! He wasn’t going to tell her. The flogger slapped across her ass, her thighs, and then against her back again, over and over. Chelsea floated away to a place where everything felt light and airy. She hoped she never had to leave it.

  When Roland pushed his cock into her swollen pussy, he thrust slowly in and out until she came, screaming in protest. But it was no use. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she was rewarded with him nuzzling her neck again and chuckling as he continued to fuck her. He’d done it on purpose and he knew it. And she couldn’t be happier that he had. It was exactly what she had hoped he’d do.

  He finally withdrew, and reached underneath to play with her nipples. “Now you’re in trouble.”

  She heard noises she couldn’t identify, and then a warm, wet finger was gently inserted into her asshole. Chelsea gasped at first, getting used to it, and then as he moved it in and out, stretching the walls, she relaxed at the peacefulness slipping over her.

  “Are you okay?” asked Archer. That must his finger, then.

  “Yes, Sire.”

  He kissed her neck, and shivers ran up and down her spine. “Guess what’s going in there next?”

  “Oh…”

  “But first, we aren’t done with punishing your lovely ass yet.”

  Before she had time to process his words, what felt like a bamboo cane came down across her ass cheeks, and she yelled. Chelsea gritted her teeth, determined to take this for them. He only gave her two more swats, but it hurt like a fucking bear. She heard what she swore was a condom foil opening, and then the man she assumed was Archer slid his cock gently into her ass.

  Chelsea moaned continuously as the fullness enveloped her. She’d never had anal sex before, and had always wondered what it would feel like. She loved it. He moved slowly, almost tentatively, and didn’t stay in there too long. When he withdrew, he kissed her again and asked if she had liked it.

  “Yes. Yes, I did.”

  “Good,” said Denver. “Because we’re each taking a turn.”

  Chelsea sighed out loud as she listened to Denver slip on a condom. But before he fucked her in the ass, that damn cane was back. She yelled again as he, too, gave her three swats with it. But the pain was all mixed up with the exquisite pleasure once his dick was inside her ass. He fucked her a bit rougher than Archer had done, but it still felt heavenly.

  When he pulled out, Roland was behind her, caressing her ass cheeks. “Pink and puffy. That’s how we like an ass to look, Chelsea. And we intend to keep yours that way.” She knew what was coming this time, but those last three strikes with the cane really hurt. He put on his condom, and then fucked her in the ass with slow, sweet torture.

  When he finished, they gave her water to drink but didn’t take off the blindfold or the cuffs. They made sure she didn’t need a bathroom break, and then one of them carried her across the room. When he placed her on her feet, Archer told her to turn around. She heard one of them behind her, and then the other two were lifting her up again.

  “Keep your legs bent at the knees,” said Archer, “and just relax your body. We won’t let anything happen to you.”

  She did as he asked, and gasped when she realized that they were lowering her asshole over someone’s cock. He still had his condom on, but he must have put more oil on it because it slid into her easily.

  “Just breathe,” said Roland, caressing her from behind. “We’ve got you. Are you all right?”

  “Yes. Yes, Sire.” She was sitting in his lap with his dick up her ass, facing away from him, and she couldn’t see a damn thing.

  He uncuffed her wrists, but then one of them pulled her arms in front and told her to raise them overhead. She did, and the cuffs were put back on, then looped over something above her head. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but she was completely at their mercy now.

  “The chair is going to tilt back,” said Archer, “and the apparatus above your head will move with it. You’re safe. Just relax.”

  She didn’t answer him. What deviousness did they have in mind for her? Every nerve ending was on fire, and she held her breathe as the chair reclined and she went with it. True to Archer’s word, whatever her wrist cuffs were attached to above her head came with them. Once the chair had been tipped back about thirty degrees, she was actually more comfortable.

  “Still okay?” asked Archer.

  “Yes.”

  He fingered her pussy and she moaned. “I’ve taken off my condom, just so you know.” He moved her legs apart, and she suddenly knew what he was going to do. He slipped his cock into her pussy, slowly, letting her get used to the fullness of a dick in both holes. She moaned loudly as another orgasm drew close. This was fucking incredible. She’d never even come close to imagining anything like this. Where had they come up with all these ideas?

  “Oh, this is unbelievable,” said Roland, his voice filled with awe. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. “Please tell me you like this, sweetheart.”

  “Yes.” He just calle
d me sweetheart!

  “I can’t even breathe,” said Archer. “Thank you for this, Chelsea.” He removed her blindfold, cupped her face, and kissed her, tongue and all. When he released her mouth, Denver stepped next to her and turned her face toward him. He’d taken off his condom, too, and she smiled up at him, knowing what he wanted.

  “Yes, Sire. Go ahead, please.”

  All three men groaned as Denver slid his cock into her mouth. This was tricky because her arms were overhead and she had no leverage. There was no choice but to trust these three men completely now. Chelsea let go and tried to absorb all the competing sensations. It felt so damn good she could hardly stand it.

  When Archer and Denver pulled out, they switched places. The three men thrust together, still going slowly and taking such care she wanted to cry. That they would be so tender and careful with her touched her soul.

  She came while Denver’s cock was in her pussy, and his soft moans and whispered swear words only sent her arousal spiraling further into the stratosphere.

  They withdrew, and then both gently lifted her off Roland’s dick and held her up so she wasn’t hanging by her wrists. Archer sat down where Roland had been, put on a condom, and then covered it with oil. Roland removed his, and then he and Denver lowered her onto Archer’s cock. Her ass was getting sore, but so was everything else. Still, she didn’t want this to end until they were ready for it to.

  Roland kissed her, and then he pushed his dick into her mouth, holding her head and groaning in ecstasy. Denver slipped his cock back into her pussy, and the men slowly fucked her in all three holes again. She lost track of her orgasms now, and it didn’t even matter. All she knew was that this was crazy intense and she didn’t want them to stop.

  Denver and Roland changes places, and then they lifted her off Archer so Denver could don a condom and have his turn fucking her in the ass. This time, Denver and Roland took turns fucking her in the mouth, and each man came inside it. She didn’t mind. The cum dribbled all over chin, but that only served to make her feel as if they’d each marked her. She was theirs. She truly belonged to them now.