Mastering the Virgin Box Set Five: A BDSM Ménage Erotic Romance

Chapter 85

Time to play….

With the coming of Spring, our previously frigid bedroom is warm and pleasant. The evening sun slants

across the room, incidentally slanting across my mermaid where I have her elegantly arranged across

the bed.

I take a few moments to sit beside her, to enjoy her, to admire her….

To count my blessings….

Bound at wrist and ankle with soft silky rope, I’ve not left her straining. I want her relaxed on this

occasion. But she’s spread wide and open, a hand or foot to each corner of the bed….

Something under the hips I think….

Plumping up a pillow, I push it under her. Her spine arches beautifully….

A little more….

Another pillow supporting her, and she’s presented….

…. and knows it….

Her pupils are already wide, dark against the rim of emerald, and perspiration sheens between her pale C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

skin where the sunlight licks across her.

I sit again, drinking in the sight of her….

A blindfold?

No…. I want to see her eyes….

Running a fingertip over her skin, I trace the line from the hollow of her collarbone, down between her

breasts and on over her belly. She shivers under the touch….

Make her wait….

Her knees….

A little wider….

I take another coil of rope, looping around one knee, quickly under the bed and up and around the

other knee.

“Master….” She begins to protest.

“Shhh….” I press a finger to her lips.

She subsides, and I tension the rope. Not too much, but enough to widen her a little further.

Then I stand back to admire my handiwork.

Lovely….

I circle the bed, her eyes following me all the while.

Wonder how she’d feel about photographs?

Or do I just want the real thing…?

…. The immediacy….

The scent. The sound….

Then, settling at the foot of the bed, I trace a fingertip from her navel and south, through the tender line

between thigh and belly, skirting copper curls already damp and fragrant. I inhale her musk, watching

as her vulva swells and blooms, brightening from pink to scarlet. A gleam of moisture appears at her

pussy.

I look up. As I watch her, she’s watching me. Her position is awkward, so quickly I find another pillow,

pushing it under her head and raising her face.

“Better?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good.” I stand, taking my time as I unlink my cuffs, unbutton my shirt….

Ah, Christ….

My erection is trying to make its escape from my now too-tight clothes. It’s horribly uncomfortable.

But I grin.

It’s the right problem to have….

Her gaze drops to my groin, and she grins too.

Stripping off my shirt and pants, I return to my seat between her splayed legs. Close again, her

perfume is hot now and she gleams with the flow of her delectable juices. Stooping, and to her long-

drawn-out moan, I draw my tongue over the length of her.

I don’t want to take her too quickly. Yet.

In the background, I hear the whoosh of the shower spray….

Michael….

A couple of minutes then….

Nice time to indulge myself….

So, kneeling now, I lower myself to her, lapping up the honey which coats her lips.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh….”

She strains and tensions, her hips lifting a little, but she’s going nowhere.

Replacing lips with teeth, I nibble at her, tugging at hot and swollen lips, stretching them….

She jerks, yelling; a long wail that ends in breathy panting.

Her voice drifts down. “I thought we were supposed to just be preparing things….”

Abso-fuckin-lutely….

I lift a little to see her face. “Yes, quite. I’m preparing you. I wouldn’t like Michael to find you non-

prepared for him.”

The sound of the shower ceases and I return to mouthing at the creamy skin of her inner thighs. She’s

trembling, a quiver of the flesh that transmits through my lips and sends electricity spiking to my groin.

“Please, Master.”

“No, we’re waiting for Michael. Don’t be impatient. And besides, I enjoy watching you like this. I can see

you arousing, watch your pussy open, unfurl. Let’s see if I can help it along a bit.”

Moving inwardly, I draw my tongue over her outer lips. She’s flowing freely now, my lips and chin wet

with her juices. Her entrance is distended and brilliantly scarlet, and she wails again as I lave hot and

slippery skin, every muscle straining as she tries to arch further.

“Yes, there you go, see. Beautiful…. Opening up all by yourself….”

“Now there’s a pleasant sight.”

Michael, his hair roughly towelled dry, freshly showered and wearing only a towel around his hips,

leans against the door.

“Didn’t see you there….”

“You were occupied.” He stands over me, watching as I suck gently at her quivering entrance. “James,

you look like a man enjoying oysters….”

Really?

Oysters?

…. Then he plucks at the cords binding my mermaid. “Love the starfish look, Charlotte. Nice ropes

those.”

“Mmm… Oysters? Not too far wrong there. Succulent lemon and brine…. Finished in the hotel?”

“They’ve all gone. Then I heard Charlotte’s siren call. And that’s a noise that’s going to pull me in every

time, like a starving man to a feast.”

“Siren call eh?” I break away from my enjoyment of my Jade-Eyes’ pussy. “If I recall, in the original tale,

it was Odysseus who was tied up, not the siren….”

Why’s he bothering with the towel?

It projects to the front, leaving little to the imagination.

“Er… guys…. I’m still here you know. Listening. I can hear every word….” I interrupt her…. “…. you

sayyyy…. Aaahhhhhh….”

I remove my tongue from inside her pussy long enough to ask, “That the noise?”

“Yeah, that’s the one…. You know, I’ve got a humongous hard-on now, and a deep urge to put it

somewhere….”

“My dear chap, don’t let me stop you. Here, do take over.”

“Just keep her busy for a minute would you, while I strip down for business.”

Not much of that needed….

“My pleasure.”

I’m feeling conversational. I swipe inside her, licking out a little more juice, then, “You’re right you know.

Oysters…. You want to….?”

In the background, she’s shuddering and moaning. I suck at her, planting my lips into hers and

massaging flesh with my tongue-tip.

“No, don’t disturb yourself,” replies Michael, equally conversationally. “I can see you’re having fun down

there. I’m just going to feed my cock to the top end.”

Naked now and with his shaft twitching like a metronome, he straddles her.

“You can start by licking me clean. You got me started off early.”

From my vantage point by Charlotte’s quivering cunt, I listen to the murmurings and rustlings from

above.

“Keep going. I love shoving my cock in your face, and in about a minute you’re going to get the lot.

Sorry if that seems quick, but I think James is going to tongue-fuck you to coming this time….”

Damn right….

…. Not too long now….

“…. and I want to watch that when I know you’ve already had a mouthful from me…. Now, open up….

Wrap your lips around me. Tighter…. that’s it. Do as you’re told….”

She’s close; beginning to pulse, her thighs tightening….

I turn the screw a little more, sucking gently on her clit, then pull away. “She’s going to blow any time.

You want me to let her come?”

Charlottes cries are muffled, her body rocking as Michael face-fucks her.

“Mmmm…. Tempting,” he replies. “Just hold on a little while yet eh? What do you think? Should I spill in

her mouth or over her face?”

“You’re not doing either ‘til I’m there to watch….” Moving carefully to avoid straining my leg, I stand,

then move to sit beside her.

Ringside seat….

Michael is huge, his shaft prising her mouth open wide. “Jaws aching?” he asks.

Her eyes are wide; green saucers against her face. “Mmmfff…”

“Thought so.” He pulls out for a moment. She swallows, then he presses back at her, his cock-head

nudging her lips. “Open up again, let’s see how much I can make ‘em ache.…”

As he works himself in her mouth, he’s reddening, sweat beading his forehead. His teeth are gritting as

he slides eyes to me. “So, mouth or face?”

“Best of both worlds? Most in her mouth…. finish off over her face….”

“Great idea….” And he lets go, grunting as, holding his erection in one hand, he shudders and spills. A

couple of gasps and he jerks out to spurt over her, coating mouth and cheeks, nose and forehead, in

long glutinous strands.

She blinks and gulps, but of course, spread and bound, can’t do anything about the sticky ropes of cum

which trail over her lips and eyelids.

Delicious….

“Now, I call that a pleasant sight,” I say. “Something for me to think about while I’m finishing off the

other end.”

Michael nods an amicable agreement. “Off you go then. I’ll keep an eye on things up here, now that I

can watch her come, all prettily coated like that.”

As I position myself again between her knees, he’s swiping a finger over her face, then pushing it into

her mouth. “Clean it up.”

I plant my mouth over her pussy and she reacts. It’s a long drawn out gurgle and as I teethe and suck

at her, she’s gushing hot and fluid. And I drink her in, stretching her open with fingers and suckling on

her brimming cunt.

My shoulders pressing against her thighs, I feel the build, the rise, the mounting excitement, and….

…. the volcano blows….

She screams and scalding juices pulse into my mouth as she goes rigid, then bucks….

…. My cock jumps…

Fuck…!

Her orgasm is wild, savage almost, and she shrieks against the restraining ropes….

“Stop. Stop. Please stop….”

And now, my own arousal demands release. I’ve got to….

My need is urgent. I have seconds only.

Moving as quickly as I can, I pull myself over her, probe her entrance and plunge in. She’s still

throbbing as I ramrod her, burying myself in her flesh, hilting myself again and again and….

I come with eye-watering violence. Strangled grunts escape my throat as I judder and shudder and

spill, deep into my Jade-Eyes. My vision actually blackens at the edges before, finally, sated, I tug

myself free and, on all fours, gasp my way back to full consciousness.

Jeez….