Steamy S*x Stories

Try Me

All Holes Taken (6)



Then came the first real touch.

A light, sudden slap across my inner thigh. Not sharp. Just enough to make my breath hitch.

Then another.

It was higher this time.

The whip sang through the air before it struck. I flinched as my skin prickled where it landed.

A second later, a vibrator buzzed to life.

I felt it brush my clít.

I gasped softly.

Reid’s voice stayed calm. “You’re not allowed to cúm. Not until I say.”

The whip struck again. My hips jerked.

The vibrator circled lazily, not pressing too hard, just enough to keep me squirming.

Then fingers pinched my nípple. They were hard. The sting shot through me and made my back arch.

“Clamp her,” Reid ordered.

Someone opened one of the clamps. I felt cool metal brushing my already tender nípple. Then the tension snapped shut and bit into my skin.

I cried out.

A second clamp followed.

The vibrator returned, pressing deeper now, and moving faster.

My body twisted against the restraints. My thighs tried to close, but the cuffs held them wide apart.

Another crack of the whip landed across my stomach.

I screamed.

Reid moved closer again. His fingers gripped my chin.

“You said you wanted more,” he said. “This is what more feels like.”

The vibrator pressed harder.

The clamps pulled with every breath I took.

The whip landed again, across my hip.

I shook.

I panted.

I moaned.

Then I screamed again.

“Red!” I gasped.

Everything stopped immediately.

The room went still.

The blindfold came off.

Reid stood in front of me, his fingers still cradling my jaw. His touch was firm, but not cruel. His eyes searched mine, calm and steady, as if he needed to be sure I understood what I was asking for.

He waited without a word. No smile. No threat. Just patient silence.

I gave a slow nod. “Once.”

That was all he needed.

He leaned in and kissed my cheek, his lips warm against my flushed skin. “You’re doing so well,” he whispered, his breath brushing against my ear.

Then the blindfold came down again, sliding softly over my eyes. The world turned black. I heard the faint shift of feet against the floor.

“Marcus,” Reid said behind me. “You’re next.”

I heard Marcus move. His steps were confident, but not rushed. The anticipation built again in the pit of my stomach. I tried to stay still, but my hands curled into the fabric beneath me.

The vibrator returned to my body. Its hum was softer now, not as aggressive as before. The pressure came in waves, smooth and slow, teasing just enough to make my muscles twitch. My thighs relaxed around the feeling, but my breath came quicker.

The clamps still gripped my nípples, and the ache pulsed through my chest with each shallow breath. But the pain had shifted. It dulled at the edges, just enough to blend into something else. Something deeper.

Then I felt it. A mouth against my neck.

I felt warm lips and a firm tongue. Then, the scrape of teeth right under my ear.

Marcus kissed the curve of my throat, slow and unhurried. His lips dragged along my skin as the vibrator kept circling my clít in lazy circles. My back arched.

I whimpered.

His hand came up to hold my shoulder. Not hard. Not tight. Just enough to keep me grounded while his mouth moved lower. His tongue slid along my collarbone before he kissed the center of my chest, careful not to bump the clamps.

The toy never stopped.

It pressed right where I needed it and kept me just on the edge, just long enough to make my toes curl and my legs shift.

The sound I made then, a half sigh-half moan, earned a low laugh from someone in the room. I could not tell who. I was too far gone now, floating between pain and pleasure, surrounded by breath and sound.

Marcus did not speak.

He just kissed lower.

And the toy never left me.

Then I felt Marcus push inside me again.

My body welcomed him. The stretch felt familiar. The rhythm was slow at first. He groaned softly against my shoulder.

“Still so tíght,” he muttered.

The others were talking, laughing under their breath.

Someone stroked my thigh.

Someone kissed the side of my bréast.

I felt surrounded.

Owned.

Worshipped and wrecked all at once.

Marcus started to fúck me harder. My restraints creaked with every thrust.

The vibrator pressed in again, more insistent now. My body clenched. My moans turned desperate.

The whip didn’t return, but I could feel Reid’s hand on my hip.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

I cried out.

The orgásm built faster anyway.

I tried to fight it, biting my lip, shaking my head.

Marcus grunted as his rhythm grew wild. I felt him twitch inside me. His breath caught.

Then he pulled out and finished across my stomach, panting above me.

I was shaking.

The vibrator was gone again.

The clamps were gently removed.

I exhaled sharply, trying to breathe through the sudden emptiness.

Then I heard Reid again.

He was standing above me.

“You took that well.” he praised me.

I smiled under the blindfold. “Thank you.”

“You think we’re finished?”

“No.”

He stepped closer.

“You remember what I said?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“What did I say?”

“You said the rules were changing.”

“That’s right,” he murmured. “And I haven’t used the chain yet.”

“No,” I said flatly, the moment I heard the rattle of the chain.

Reid paused. “No?”

“Red. I don’t want that,” I said again, firmer this time. “Not the chain.”

For a moment, no one moved. The blindfold over my eyes only made the silence heavier. I couldn’t see anything, but I could feel everything; my pulse, the tense air, the heat of their bodies close by.

I heard boots scrape the floor. Someone shifted. Then a warm breath at my ear.

“Okay,” one of them murmured. I recognized Jay’s teasing voice. “No chain. You said red?”

“Red,” I confirmed. “That’s the word.”

“Good girl,” he whispered. His lips brushed my temple. He sounded reassuring. “We heard you.”

I exhaled. My shoulders loosened a little. But it didn’t last.

Hands were on me again. I felt as rough, calloused palms ran down my arms. That had to be Nolan. I remembered how he touched and how sure he always was. Then, someone else pressed kisses along my shoulder. The scent was familiar. Jay again, I thought, but I wasn’t certain. I couldn’t see them. I had to guess by how they moved, how they breathed, how they made me feel.

More footsteps…but it was fainter this time. Someone walking away but I didn’t ask about who it was.

A pair of hands tilted my hips back. My knees hit the edge of the bed. Someone else’s fingers slid between my legs, spreading my pússy wider, testing what I could still take. I let out a sharp breath.

“You ready for more?” the voice came close and low in my ear. It was definitely Jay.

“I don’t know,” I whispered. “Try me.”