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  I’d been afraid of the dark since I was a child and pitch black rooms still freaked me out.

  I should have gone home.

  In the minutes that followed, I worked my way up to a sitting position against the wall. I felt around, but couldn’t find a way to release myself from either the cuffs or the chain attached to them.

  The door squeaked open. I looked up, expecting to see someone, but the light had been turned out in the hall. I heard the door close and lock.

  “Who is it?” I asked, trying unsuccessfully to keep the fear from my voice. Was it one of the women I knew, or could this be some stranger?

  Hands grabbed my hips and pulled until I was in my original position on my back, hands stretched above my head.

  “Who are you?” I asked louder. Suddenly, I felt something in my mouth and I couldn’t speak.

  A ball gag? Did that mean this was Paris herself?

  I felt a tugging on my pajama top. The straps popped and the top was dragged down and off my body.

  My heart beat crazy fast, from fear and excitement.

  My bottoms slid off, and I was naked and at the mercy of…someone. I thought the person walked away, then suddenly my nipples were shocked by cold wetness.

  Ice.

  Two cubes moved around my nipples, then pressed into them. I shivered as the cold spread quickly to the rest of my body. When the ice cubes slid away, another cube pressed between my pussy lips. The cold pained my tender clit.

  I tried to complain, but the gag didn’t allow me to make coherent words. As the ice pressed harder onto my clit, chilling me to the core, a hot mouth enveloped one of my cold nipples.

  The conflicting sensations shot mixed messages through my body. So cold…so hot. I needed more of that mouth on my skin, regardless of whose it was.

  Warm lips covered my other nipple while cold continued to assail my slit. I whimpered with the need for more heat.

  The ice cube below slid down my clit and was pushed inside me. The shock was unbearable.

  I flailed my legs around, trying to get it out, but firm hands stilled me and pulled my thighs apart.

  The hot mouth covered my clit, replacing the cold numbness with molten heat. A moist tongue dance around inside my slit. It raked up…down…across…

  I bucked my hips toward the mouth, needing more. It licked me and sucked on me until I was nearly over the edge. Then, just as the last of the ice cube inside me melted away, a tongue plunged into my pussy.

  Waves of pleasure started there and became all-out convulsions as they reached my arms and legs.

  I screamed through my gag.

  As I lay on the floor, panting, I felt the gag release. It fell away from my mouth.

  The person with me was straddling me. I could feel her thighs against my hips. Her hair fell down near my face. I noticed a familiar fragrance…a shampoo…

  “Alexis?”

  “Yes,” she replied. “It’s me. I finally have you to myself. I saw how you reacted whenever we ran into each other at work. I knew you wanted this.”

  She was at least partially right, even if I’d never admitted it to myself. She’d watch me with her sultry cat eyes and I’d feel uneasy because of the tingling on every inch of my skin.

  “I knew girls like you back in high school. Didn’t want to admit to a sexual thought.

  Wouldn’t even say if they’d been with a guy, much less a girl. Unfortunately, those were the girls I always wanted.”

  It was weird that I could relate to that. I’d always wanted the unattainable rich boys who weren’t interested in me and couldn’t have admitted it to their friends even if they were.

  “Damn, I’ve been hot for you from the moment I saw you, but I knew you’d never come just for me. It would have to be for Eric. But for the next fifteen minutes, you’re mine.”

  She grabbed my hair at the scalp, pulling my head up and to one side until my neck was completely exposed to her.

  Fastening her lips to the skin at the base, she sucked hard. Then she sucked harder.

  Was she going to leave marks? Because as arousing as this night had been, I was sure I would feel uncomfortable about it later. I certainly didn’t want reminders of Alexis on my neck.

  “Stop!” I struggled to move away from her.

  She paused. “Admit you wanted me all those times. Say it.”

  I just couldn’t admit that I was attracted to a woman—especially a woman I didn’t even like.

  Besides, I wasn’t sure it was attraction, exactly.

  I felt her mouth on my neck again. She sucked like she might drain the blood right out of me.

  “No! Stop!” I said again.

  She stopped. “Are you admitting you wanted me?”

  “No,” I replied.

  She grabbed both my nipples and squeezed. The pain was secondary to the thrill. I was creaming myself even as the pinching sensation cut through me like a knife.

  “Uptight bitch!” Alexis thrust a finger through my slit, and I jerked with pleasure. “Let’s see just how much you want me.” Her finger slid down over my clit and into the puddle of cream in my pussy. “The proof is in the pudding.”

  She jabbed her finger inside me.

  “Ahhhh…. ” I screamed.

  She placed her mouth on mine and thrust her tongue into me, pressing in hard. Her soaked finger slid back up over my clit. I could taste my own juices on her tongue.

  I didn’t like Alexis. I never wanted her to kiss me like this, but she was mastering me more ferociously than anyone had before. And it was irresistible.

  I moaned into her mouth.

  Her body left mine. I felt the chain release, although I was still handcuffed. I moved my arms down in front of me to relieve my tight shoulders.

  Alexis grabbed my hair, pulling me up. I scrambled to comply before she gave me a bald spot.

  “Stay there. On your knees.”

  I could feel her straddling me, standing over me. She wound her fingers into my hair and said, “Now eat me.”

  She pulled my head back and planted her pussy on top of my mouth.

  My scalp throbbed but my clit throbbed right along with it. I couldn’t remember ever being sexually aroused so many times in one night.

  I opened my mouth and ran my tongue around the edges of her lips.

  “Damn,” she said. “I dreamed of this so many times.”

  Tentatively, I touched my tongue to her clit. I moved it ever-so-slowly along the edge from bottom to top.

  “Oh, fuck, you little tease! Touch yourself. I want you to always remember how you got off while tonguing my pussy.”

  I slipped my finger between my own lower lips and flipped it back and forth across my clit.

  It should have been worn out, but the twinges were unmistakable. I wanted to come again.

  The more I worked on myself, the more enthusiastic I became with Alexis. As I twirled and swirled around in her, her hand relaxed in my hair.

  “Oh, yes, yes!” she said. “I love having your face in my cunt.”

  That excited me more and I latched onto her and sucked as hard as I could. She jerked and pulled tightly at my scalp. I worked my own clit faster, stuck my tongue inside her, then sucked again.

  She screamed like a dying animal, thrust her pussy over my tongue several times and collapsed somewhere near me as I shuddered alone to my own climax.

  *****

  For the next minute, the only sound I could hear was my own ragged breathing.

  What now? I felt uncomfortable enough over what I’d done with Alexis at the first “party”

  on the yacht. But at least then, we all knew I was there because of Eric. Eric had invited me. Eric was the only one I’d hoped to be with.

  I wanted to slink away without facing Alexis, who now knew she could get me to do anything willingly with her, regardless of how I felt about her. I obviously needed a psychiatrist.

  I also dreaded facing the other women again. This whole scene just wasn’t me,
and if I’d only found a nice normal man who could satisfy me like I’d been satisfied on the yacht and at this slumber party…

  Eric had the general idea and I was attracted to him, but I couldn’t see anything long-term with him. And would any man I thought was normal enough to stay with permanently be into the types of sex that I now knew turned me on?

  Doubtful.

  I was depressing myself, but I quickly turned it into anger at Alexis, who I now realized had instigated everything from the beginning. She’d awakened this bizarre need to be dominated that I might have never discovered before.

  I could have gone on with my life, met Mr. Right, and had mediocre sex with him, never knowing it could be this much more compelling.

  The door opened and I could see Paris silhouetted in the light from the hall. “Time’s up!”

  As she unlocked my handcuffs, I searched around for my clothes—still in the dark. I found them and stopped near the door so I could figure out if they were right-side out. I knew the straps to my pajama top were broken, but I thought maybe the underwire might keep it up. Besides, I was ready to get my coat and go.

  “Oh there’s no need to dress,” Paris said when she realized what I was doing. She grasped my wrist firmly and pulled me along.

  When I struggled, she swatted me twice with her riding crop and I complied.

  We ended up back in the dining room and I realized everyone was dressed but me.

  I glanced toward Alexis. She had her eyebrows raised in signal to the other women. They smiled. They all knew Alexis had gotten just what she wanted from me. I felt the hot flush crawling up my neck to my face.

  I cleared my throat. “I’m tired. What do you want from me?”

  “You can’t be tired yet. It’s time to sacrifice you to King Dong.”

  I was sure no one would show up this late. It was one o’clock in the morning. I expected Paris to pull a giant dildo out of her bag.

  Suddenly, I couldn’t see and my arms were held firmly by multiple hands.

  “Prepare for the sacrifice.”

  They couldn’t be nuts enough to actually sacrifice me could they? Like Satan worshippers or something? A ripple of fear skittered down my spine at the thought.

  I ended up lying on the table, my hands bound above my head.

  “What are you doing? Seriously.”

  “Preparing you for King Dong to come and take you. You’ll love it. You can be Fay Wray.”

  “I don’t want to be Fay Wray.”

  “You will be. And you’ll like it!” Paris commanded.

  My breathing quickened at her demanding tone.

  But were they really expecting some random man to come here and—?

  “Oh, I almost forgot,” Alexis said. Something gooey slid under my bottom. It popped into my ass. The butt plug.

  “For added pleasure,” Paris said. “You deserve it after all the enjoyment you’ve given us tonight.”

  “Besides, it’s good to stretch it out a little,” Alexis added. “King Dong might decide he wants to go in the back door this time.”

  What? I didn’t sign up for this!

  Actually, I hadn’t really signed up for any of it. I pulled at my restraints. It was time to get the hell out of here.

  I heard the front door open and close.

  “He’s here!” Tiff said excitedly.

  I heard shuffling, then realized I was now alone in the room. My stomach flipped over. Solid footsteps became louder until I was sure he was standing near my head.

  He caressed my hair. I heard clothes rustling and then a zipper.

  “Who are you?” I asked desperately. Fingers skimmed over my breasts. When he pinched my nipples, my crotched re-lubricated in spite of my misgivings. I could feel him moving around the table.

  “I don’t want this,” I lied.

  “Hmmm…” he growled, laying a hot hand on my thigh. “Are you sure?” he whispered.

  A finger slipped inside me and I gasped.

  “No…I mean, yes, I’m sure.”

  The wet finger slid out of my pussy and into my slit. It toyed with me, teasing lightly along my clit.

  I whimpered. The truth was, the thought of a real man inside me after all this girl play sounded pretty good. But a stranger? What if he was an ogre?

  His finger slipped back inside me again. “Tell me the truth,” he whispered. He finger-fucked me very slowly.

  “Oh… ohhhhh…”

  His finger slid out. I felt him climb onto the table and straddle me.

  I shook with fear…and desire. His lips moved to my ear as his cock pressed against the entrance of my pussy. The scent of men’s cologne filled my nostrils… A very familiar scent.

  “It’s me, Tanya.” He slipped the blindfold off. “I want to look at those big brown eyes while I fuck you,” Eric said.

  What a relief. I was horny for a man and he was perfect—at least physically—all tanned and blonde…everything I wanted all those years in private school.

  His lips covered mine as his cock pushed gradually into me. He could kiss like an expert lover, starting slowly and gently, then deepening the kiss until you needed him from way down in your gut.

  I raised my hips, trying to get more of his cock in me.

  He released my mouth. “I thought you didn’t want it,” he said.

  What an ass. Always so sure of himself. But, of course, I wanted him. What woman wouldn’t?

  “Don’t torture me.“

  He thrust into me all at once. I moaned loudly, then wondered if the women were listening from the next room. I looked around and saw no one. I closed my eyes and tried to forget them.

  I wished my hands weren’t still bound. I wanted to run them over Eric’s shoulders and feel the muscles in his back flex as he moved.

  “Mmm…mmm…mmm…”he growled in rhythm with his thrusts.

  And with each thrust I was sure that, regardless of my body’s reactions earlier, a man was what I truly needed.

  He stopped suddenly. My eyes popped open.

  “Let’s change positions,” he said. “This table is hard on the knees, and I wanted to watch that little round ass of yours while I fucked you.”

  He got my hands loose and helped me off the table.

  “Bend over,” he said.

  I bent forward, my stomach on the table.

  “Hmmm…a hickey and a butt plug?”

  I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten it was there.

  “I guess Alexis must have gotten a hold of you, huh?”

  Duh. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said. “Just fuck me.”

  He smacked me hard on the ass, causing a surge of pleasure to course through me from my ass to the tips of my toes.

  “You’re not in charge here,” he said. “I say when the fucking commences.”

  He tugged on the butt plug, then pushed it in again. My clit twitched and I couldn’t help wiggling my ass. He turned the plug clockwise, then suddenly changed direction.

  The sensation was amazing. “Ah..oh-oh…” I cried.

  He pulled it out and pushed it in once more then jammed his pelvis against it and plunged his cock back into me.

  “Your little pussy’s so tight… mmm…your body’s so tight.” He reached around and grabbed a breast.

  He thrust into me over and over again. As he fucked me harder, my hip bones began smashing into the edge of the table and I was sure I’d have bruises, but I didn’t care.

  As one of his hands played with my breasts, the other slid down to toy with my clit.

  “Oh, fuck! You’re hot little ass is going to make me come. Fuck!”

  He swirled his finger more frantically and pinched one of my nipples at the same time.

  Suddenly grateful for the support of the table beneath me, I collapsed and started to tremble and jerk. He groaned loud enough to shake the house, then convulsed on my back.

  Chapter Four

  “Where are the others?” I asked after we’d recovered.


  “Oh they’re probably off having their own fun,” Eric answered. They really like hanging out at my uncle’s house when he’s out of town.

  I pushed back against him. He pulled himself from me and gave me some space. I turned around. “This is your uncle’s too? Does he know you’re using his house this weekend or is it like the yacht thing?”

  “It’s no biggie,” Eric said. “He didn’t have any kids. I’m his only heir. Like a son to him.”

  “Hmph. Must be nice.”

  “It doesn’t suck.”

  “Well, I need to go,” I said. I was absolutely exhausted and now that I’d had Eric, I was ready to get away from these “slumber party games” and get some sleep.

  Eric shrugged. “Okay, I’ll walk you out.”

  Not bothering to look for my abused pajamas, which I realized Eric never actually saw on me, I headed for the foyer and grabbed my coat.

  Eric pulled his jeans on quickly and followed me out shirtless.

  “Where’s the fire?” he asked.

  “I just don’t want to be around them anymore.”

  “Didn’t you have fun?”

  “I…well…” How did I explain something I didn’t quite understand myself? “I’m not a lesbian…I don’t even like these women…but I went along with everything they wanted me to do. I couldn’t seem to help myself.”

  “So there was something about it that turned you on.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Alexis had you pegged from the beginning. She said you were a natural submissive.”

  I looked away from him. It was bad enough being barely five feet tall and having people describe you as “tiny.” I didn’t want to feel mentally weak as well.

  “Tanya, it’s just what you like. You know, everybody’s got their own turn-ons.”

  “It just seems perverted.”

  “No more perverted than anyone else’s sexual fantasies. At least now you know what you want.”

  “Do I?” I wasn’t sure what I knew anymore.

  “Yeah. You know being dominated is a big turn on for you, but doing it with women makes you feel weird.”

  That about summed it up. “Yeah.” I took a big breath and let it out slowly.