His Rules Bundle (BDSM Erotica) Page 4

  As I took off my jacket, I noticed Sven’s chest heaving. There was no denying he was handsome, whether smiling or watching me in rapt anticipation as he was now.

  I remembered how the men had reacted when I undressed the night of the game. I’d never really thought of my body as especially hot. I was a late bloomer and I’d certainly been a “brainiac” in school. The boys had mostly ignored me, so I’d never thought my body was especially great.

  But the night I was here previously had been quite a confidence booster. Suddenly, I had the urge to find out if this younger man would feel the same way as the others had. I began unbuttoning my brown and black checkered blouse.

  Once it hung open, I slid it slowly off my shoulders. I kept on my black lacey push up bra—worn especially for Richard—as I turned my back to Sven. I unzipped my skirt and wiggled out of it to show him my best asset, which was clad in only a pair of thong panties.

  Sven sighed audibly. “Beautiful…art of work,” he said admiringly. I could only assume he meant “work of art.” When I removed my bra and thong, he sighed again. I turned and revealed my small, round breasts.

  “Perfect…perfect,” he repeated. It was nice to be admired, especially by such a handsome younger man, but now that I was naked and Richard still hadn’t appeared, I felt awkward.

  Where was Richard?

  “You can lay,” Sven said. “Richard come soon.”

  Not wanting to stand there naked indefinitely, I lay down on the soft divan, wondering what was supposed to happen today. I’d hoped to see Richard alone, but if that wasn’t what he had in mind…

  I turned my head to look at Sven again. I realized he’d already taken his clothes off—with Superman speed—and I wasn’t sure if the shock I felt came from his sudden nakedness or from the sight of his beautiful body.

  Young and slim, but taught and well-muscled everywhere from arms to chest to thighs. Even better than I’d imagined with the clothes on.

  I propped myself up on my elbows. Was I supposed to have sex with Sven today? While I had the urge to reach out and run my fingers down his gorgeous abs, I was still disappointed that Richard didn’t want to spend time with me alone. I’d had such a special feeling about him—about us—the last time we met.

  Sven sat on the divan next to me. “I touch you?” he asked.

  “But Richard—”

  “You here for me.” He smiled as if I were the best present ever.

  But that didn’t stop the slight aching sensation in my chest. Richard had invited me back to be with someone else, instead of him. He was giving me to another man. Was this the plan all along or had he just gotten a better offer and pushed me off on Sven?

  I wanted to cry. Of course, rejection always stung, but it was much worse this time. I had expectations. I thought Richard felt something too. He’d come to find me at work, after all. The gesture had seemed so romantic at the time. But I was no more to him than one of the pieces on his game board.

  When I looked up at Sven again, I his smile had faded. He was obviously disappointed by my reaction.

  Taking in a deep breath, I decided to let the well-developed logical side of my brain take over. Here I was, naked with a younger man. A younger man whose lean muscled body was golden from the sun. A younger man who was excited by me, if the rock-hard cock was any indication.

  And Richard? The jerk was probably in some other room with some other woman right now.

  I swallowed my disappointment, looked up at Sven and smiled. He ran his finger down the side of my neck. “Ven I vas a boy, I think this was most beautiful part of a woman,” he said as he repeated the movement on the other side of my neck.

  Gee, I hope he isn’t a vampire. Not that I believed in that sort of thing.

  “But that vas because it vas the only part I saw.” He chuckled.

  What did that mean? How could he go through his youth only seeing women’s necks?

  He traced a finger down my collar bone to my breast. When he reached a hardened nipple, he pressed it, like a button.

  Odd. I began to wonder if I should try to politely remove myself from this situation. But then he bent down and took the nipple in his mouth.

  Ahhhh… His moist, warm lips heated my chilled skin. I slid off my elbows and melted down into the divan to fully enjoy the sensations. And when he began tracing circles with his tongue, I moaned with pleasure.

  His toasty hand slid up my stomach until it found my other breast. He suckled on one breast while kneading the other—my favorite kind of multi-tasking. Even though nerves all over my body were now standing at attention, it was a relief to know I was finally going to get the satisfaction I’d needed so badly since…well, since the last time I’d visited Richard’s mansion.

  But suddenly, Sven sucked on my nipple so hard, I thought my small breast might deflate.

  “Ow! Oh!” I cried. Yet I could feel my pussy getting wet.

  When he switched to the other breast and gave it the same attention, my clit throbbed and my hips thrust upward.

  Sven noticed the movement and raised his head. “Do you vant me to pleasure you there? I know how.” His expression said that I should be impressed by this information.

  Again, I had the feeling there was something odd about Sven, but he was gazing at me hopefully, with dancing blue eyes. Who was I to disappoint?

  I gave in to temptation and ran my finger over his golden pecs. Then, I let it skim down his abs—one, two, three, fou—

  Sven smiled again as he pulled my thighs apart and positioned himself between them.

  I watched as he leaned down to my pussy, his lips open, ready to pleasure me. I glimpsed the small landing strip I’d had the bikini-waxer leave there. It was Richard’s “landing” I’d been anticipating. But he didn’t want me.

  I turned my head from side to side to erase the mental image of Richard. He obviously didn’t feel the special something I’d thought we had the night we’d met. Besides, it was silly to think anyone could make a deep, lasting connection during a sex party.

  Sven’s mouth made contact with my pussy lips. The first sensation felt almost like a chaste kiss. A greeting? A tease? It didn’t matter. My thigh muscles tensed in anticipation of more. My clit strained toward his mouth. I could feel his breath warming the sensitive moist skin.

  “Please, Sven,” I cried.

  He glanced up at me, his eyes now smoky grey with desire. Then he spread my lips and lowered his head again.

  His teeth grazed my clit.

  “Oh!” I cried, startled.

  But every muscle in my body pulsed, begging for more.

  He ran his tongue upward, inside my pussy lips, then down my clit. Then he thrust his tongue inside me and raked it back up my clit again. My eyes fell closed.

  “Oh, God!” I cried. My lids opened just enough to glimpse his blonde head between my thighs. I couldn’t resist the urge to thrust my fingers into his hair, noticing for the first time its full texture and slight wave. My hips began to undulate with the rhythm of his tongue as my eyes fell closed again.

  “Yes…yes…” I murmured while he pleasured me.

  He turned and bit my inner thigh. It was both highly erotic and exceptionally cruel, since what I wanted most now was to orgasm. More than anything, I needed to come.

  I knew his mouth was hovering over the needy area. I could feel his warm breath on my delicate moist skin.

  My ass clenched, and I shuddered and pushed my crotch up toward him for more attention. He grasped my backside with his hands and held me up to him for better access. Then he flicked his tongue back and forth across my clit—one…two…three…

  His lips grasped my clit and he sucked, tongued, then sucked some more.

  The heat that coursed through me from his mouth was overwhelming. My body tensed in a way that told me it was ready for orgasm.

  “Oh!” I cried again. “Oh—”

  “Sven!”

  Sven dropped my hips and turned toward the person who’d
called out his name so sternly.

  I opened my eyes. Richard was a few yards away, just inside the doorway looking…shocked.

  Chapter Two

  Oh shit!

  He just stood there breathing hard and taking in the scene for several long seconds. As his eyes grazed over my body, I felt like a guilty child, my skin no doubt flushed from the heat of Sven’s touch.

  “She came today!” Sven said happily.

  “Oh did she?” Richard asked dryly. I had a feeling they were having two different conversations.

  “Yes, she didn’t cancelled,” Sven said.

  Despite the imperfect English, realization dawned on Richard’s face.

  “Sven, this isn’t her,” Richard said. “I told you she cancelled for today, but she’ll be here tomorrow.”

  They both turned and looked at me. I lay there frozen on the divan. So, apparently, this was some sort of honest mistake on their parts, but I was another matter.

  Was it my imagination, or was Richard staring daggers at me?

  Sven smiled then turned to Richard. “But she like.”

  Richard blew out a disdainful half-chuckle. “Yes, I could see that.”

  How long had he been standing there? What had I said and done with another man right in front of him?

  “Well, would you two like some privacy?” Richard asked. He’d regained that poker face he’d had the night of the game when he was directing me and the other “losers” to perform for him.

  “No, Richard…” How can I explain? “I came to see you,” I said.

  “Oh, obviously,” he replied.

  Great. I’d ruined it. I’d ruined it before it really got started between us. Richard stood, watching me. Was he trying to decide what to do next?

  “Can you still teach me the other?” Sven asked. “With her?” He motioned toward me.

  I thought I saw several emotions cross Richard’s face. Annoyance? Reluctance? Indecision? Finally, he shrugged. “Why not?” he replied.

  “Teach him?” I asked. What in the world could he teach him? Sven certainly seemed to know his way around the important parts pretty well.

  “Sven recently left a rather closed society where he didn’t have a lot of experience with women,” Richard said. “And he asked me to take him on as an… apprentice of sorts.”

  Closed society without experience with women? What was he? Amish? I looked up at him again and imagined one of those funny little beards on him. And the accent…

  “He’s been a very apt pupil,” Richard continued. “He’s ‘graduated’ from the basics, but now he’d like for me to demonstrate how to best prepare a woman for anal sex using an invention of mine.”

  I’m sure my eyes widened at this, but Richard seemed unaffected.

  “Just the preparation is all we need for today…and since you liked Lenore’s attentions there so much the night of the party, and you obviously get along well with Sven…” He raised his eyebrows after the last comment. “You’d probably enjoy helping him learn the preliminaries.”

  Preliminaries? I didn’t even know what he could mean by that. I knew absolutely nothing about anal stimulation except what Lenore had taught me the last time I was here.

  But as strange as the situation was, I worried that if I left now, I’d never see Richard again. “Um…okay,” I answered. My eyes flicked nervously between him and Sven.

  “Yes?” Sven asked excitedly. He darted over to the table and picked up some strange, but ornate contraption that resembled a hookah. He unplugged it from the wall, then set it on a low table near us.

  I was about to ask what it was, but Richard launched into a little lecture for Sven. “Normally when you do this, you would have already gotten the woman sexually excited…which you’ve already taken care of.” He wasn’t looking at my face at all. This was the opposite of the night of the party, and I hated the way he avoided eye contact.

  “Get on your hands and knees,” Richard said to me.

  It sounded like an order and I considered refusing. But I still wanted to stay, so I turned over and did as he asked.

  “Beautiful!” Sven said again, as he stared at my backside.

  Richard was silent.

  I saw Sven lift the strange contraption from the table.

  “You’ve already put on a new tube?” Richard asked.

  “Yes,” Sven said proudly.

  I saw a long clear tube with a rounded end attached to the “hookah.” My nerves returned.

  “Okay, first push the pump down only a quarter inch or so and get a small amount of lubricant on the tip,” Richard said. I felt him spread my ass cheeks apart and chilly air hit my asshole. “Rub that around on the outside.”

  After the pleasure I’d had from Lenore, the idea of more ass play was causing liquid to trickle from my pussy. When the tube touched me, my muscles tensed, but they relaxed as warm lube encircled my little hole.

  “Make sure the tube is covered in lubricant before you insert it,” Richard said. When did the word ‘insert’ become so hot? As Sven pressed the end against my tight little hole, it resisted, and remained puckered up tight. I tried to relax, but didn’t feel like I could control the action.

  Eventually, the end popped through and I gasped with pleasure. I hadn’t quite gotten satisfaction earlier, so my pussy was still revved up and ready to go. The tingles went back and forth from butt to clit, clit to butt.

  “Okay, now push down on the pump slowly,” Richard said.

  “Like this?” I heard Sven ask.

  “Perfect,” Richard answered.

  Warm lube entered me slowly, filling me with gooey heat, the movement of the tube causing me to squirm. “Okay, one pump is sufficient,” Richard said. “Now, if she’s not accustomed to anal sex, you can experiment a bit, to see if she enjoys the sensations.”

  Richard walked over to a nearby drawer and pulled out a thin dildo. He removed the packaging and handed it to Sven. “Work it inside her slowly.”

  When the tip first broke through, I tensed and pulled away. The feeling was completely unnatural, yet I could feel fresh cream pooling in my pussy.

  “Try stimulating her clitoris,” Richard said.

  It sounded so clinical. So impersonal. So—

  Ahhh…Sven slid his finger over my clit, then dipped the digit inside me to get it wet. He slipped back between my pussy lips and massaged me with my own juices. My hips began moving rhythmically with his motion. My eyes fell closed.

  Then the dildo popped back into my ass.

  “Oh, God!” I screamed, nearly coming right then.

  Sven paused for a moment until the feeling melted away. Richard had obviously schooled him well. Sven lightened his touch on my clit, but resumed his movements as he pushed the dildo a bit further inside.

  “Oh…yes!” I cried. Electrical pulses zinged between my ass and clit. I’d never felt anything like it. But I suddenly remembered Richard. I opened my eyes to find him in front of me now, watching me again, a hard look on his face. He was still angry, and possibly getting angrier as I responded to the actions of another man.

  Sven began pulling and pushing the dildo, in…out…in…out. I couldn’t control my moans, even though I didn’t want to be pleasured by another man in front of Richard again. I knew I had to let him know it was still him I desired.

  “Richard…” I whispered hoarsely.

  He stepped forward. “Yes?” He replied, keeping all emotion from his voice.

  I realized his crotch was directly in front of my face. His hard cock stretched the fabric of his slacks. I raised my right hand and managed to pull down his zipper and free his cock while I balance on the other palm. I took his cock in my mouth.

  As Sven teased my clit and my ass simultaneously, I sucked and tongued Richard’s cock. I loved having him in my mouth, and I so hoped he would understand it was him I wanted.

  He groaned and wound his hands tightly through my hair. The pain seared my scalp, then shot through me until it joined the p
leasure sensations in the rest of my body. I shuddered and Sven paused again.

  I wanted to beg him to let me come, but my mouth was wonderfully full of Richard.

  The scene flashed through my mind—what this must look like with Sven at my ass and Richard in my mouth. Just then, Sven pressed hard on my clit as he pushed the dildo in deeper than ever. I jerked and shuddered. After that, the convulsions were out of my control.

  Richard’s cock slipped from my mouth as his hands released my hair. My limbs gave way and I landed flat on my stomach on the divan. I felt the dildo slip from my ass as my body continued to jerk for what seemed like a full minute.

  “I did it good, yes?” Sven asked. “Can I do with my penis now?”

  Richard didn’t answer, but I felt his hand on my wrist. He pulled me up from the divan and practically dragged me from the room.

  Chapter Three

  Richard didn’t let go of me until we were inside a bedroom. He dropped my wrist like it was something undesirable, then slammed the door behind us.

  Placing his hands on his hips, he looked at me for several long seconds. I had trouble meeting his gaze. When I glanced down, I noticed he’d zipped up at some point after my interrupted blow job. I wondered if I should drop to my knees and finish.

  The longer he stared, the more vulnerable I felt under his gaze. I wished I had something to cover up with, but my clothes were in the “rumpus room.” All I could do was stand there, my pussy and thighs wet with cream, my ass gooey with lube.

  I glanced uncomfortably around the room. It was huge and magnificent, with a king-sized bed, a sitting area with a couch and chairs and a large brick fireplace. I could see through one doorway into a large office. On the opposite wall was the entrance to a bathroom the size of my living room.

  “Get in the shower,” Richard said briskly. “You can wash the Sven off of you.”

  I remembered I was a grown woman. “I don’t like your tone of voice,” I said.

  “Well, this is the tone I have for you today,” he replied. “You’re free to go, if you’re not interested in the shower.”

  I stood there for a moment, torn. On one hand, I didn’t appreciate his rude attitude. On the other, he had walked in on me, naked with another man, possibly on a day he’d planned to spend alone with me.