Anna leads Monique down the stairs and into the dungeon. She stands, shocked. Anna kneels by the door and motions for Monique to join her. But she doesn’t. She crosses her arms and sits on the edge of the bed.
“This is silly Miss Anna! Why are we doing this?” Monique says defiantly.
Anna doesn’t answer, only kneeling in silence, knowing this is what is expected of her. She knows Monique has to learn the hard way to understand how things are done in the dungeon..
Bruce enters and pats Anna’s head.
“Good slut,” he says. He turns and bolts the door then lifts Anna to your feet. As he turns he whispers on the side Monique can’t see, “God I fucking want you.”
“Mr. Bruce, what is all of this about?” Monique questions. “ I am a free woman. Anna is a free woman. We are…” Bruce cuts her off by tightening a cuff around her wrist.
“Yes, you are free,” he says, circling around and cuffing her other wrist. “But not in the dungeon. In the dungeon you obey or you are punished.”
Her wrists secured, he goes to the shelf and grab a collar. Monique gasps as he puts it around her neck but she doesn’t fight him. Then he attaches a chain to to the collars and gives it a quick jerk.
“Are you going to hurt me, Mr. Bruce?” Monique asks, worry and panic starting to cross her face.
“Anna, do I hurt you down here?” he calls out.
“No, sir,” she responds.
“But do I torture you with pleasures that push your limits?”
“Yes, sir,” she responds. Anna can’t keep from grinning but Monique can’t see it. She wishes she was the one in the cuffs and collar but she trusts Bruce has something planned for her.
Bruce attaches the French girl’s cuffs to the bedposts but leaves her legs free. He wraps the collar chain around his hand and tugs it again. Monique yelps but says nothing.
“Anna, come here,” he says. She comes to my side. He runs his free hand up and down her body, caressing her tenderly. Exciting her deprived body from head to toe. “You’re going to be assist me.”
He stops caressing and sharply smacks her ass. “And then maybe we’ll let you play too.”
“Go fetch the item you think is best suited to our French friend, Anna.”
She nods and walks to the shelves of equipment, his hand print glowing warmly on her ass. She views the laid out toys and devices, choosing a leather flogger. Nothing that would hurt too much for Monique’s first time. She fights back another smirk as she hands it to him..
She leans in and whispers to Monique, stroking her cheek, “You’ll be fine. Just say ‘Carolina’ if it’s too much, okay?” She kisses the French girl’s lips, feeling them tremble gently. Monique yelps pleadingly as Anna pulls away, still not sure what is happening.
Anna stands next to Bruce and waits for his next command. She watches him turn the flogger over in his hand and run it over Monique’s skin gently, teasing her with the prospect of being whipped.
“Sir,” Anna whispers, “Please be gentle with her. We want her to want to stay with us, remember?” She winks at him as he meets her eyes but he finds them only full of wild desire.
He runs the flogger up and down her her legs. Between her thighs. Letting the leather tease her most sensitive areas.
“Monique, have you been a bad girl?” he asks her.
“Have I what?” she says, confused.
He whips her thigh with medium intensity. She yelps.
“Monique, have you been a bad girl?” he repeats.
“Mr. Bruce, I don’t understand…”
He whips her other thigh. Twin red marks begin glowing red on her creamy white skin.
“Monique. Have you been a bad girl?” He drags the flogger gently across her exposed pussy.
“Yes, Mr. Bruce. I have been a bad girl,” she half yells.
“And what happens to bad girls?” he asks.
“They get fucked harder?” she giggles.
Two whippings, quickly, across both thighs. She cries out but it is different now. She is enjoying herself.
“What happens to bad girls, Anna?” he says as he positions her on the bed, between him and Monique.
“Bad girls get punished,” Anna answers.
“Correct. And what happens to good girls?” he says.
She looks at him not knowing what answer he is looking for.
He hands her the collar chain and walks over to the shelf, grabbing chained nipple clamps. He roughly slaps Monique’s breasts to harden her nipples then applies the clamps, eliciting both short cries of pain and deep moans of pleasure..
“I’ll tell you what happens to good girls,” he says, handing Anna the chains the clamps as well.
“Good girls get to please the master,” he says, pushing Anna to her knees. “Bad girls can only watch.”
“Thank you, sir,” Anna whispers, jerking on Monique’s chain slightly, the added power exciting her further. Monique whimpers and struggles against her restraints, begging to be on her knees too.
“I’ll be good, Mr. Bruce. Please let me please you…” she cries.
Bruce looks at her then whips her again, harder for talking out of turn. Anna waits on her knees, smiling up at him, not doing anything until she is asked. What began as a dull throb between her thighs has turned into an intense pulse through her entire body. She craves him.
He unties his robe and lets it fall to the floor revealing his body as naked as the two women.
“Anna, show her what a good girl gets to do,” he intones.
Anna grins, unable to hide her excitement, “Yes, sir.”
She grasps his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, licking up the length of his shaft then sucking both balls before closing her lips around your his head, moaning as she feels him harden fully almost instantly.
Monique continues to beg. Anna moans louder, trying to drown out her complaints and jerks the chain to remind her that she is being punished.
Anna shoves his cock into her throat and looks up into his eyes, bobbing her head up and down and side to side, stimulating every inch of him. He runs his hand through her hair and whispers, “Such a good fucking girl.”
He can already tell if he lets this go on too long he is going to cum. She is savoring every second just in case he pulls away again and he can tell.
“Monsieur! Mademoiselle! Please! I am the good girl!” Monique cries out from the bed. It is obvious she is not used to being denied.
Bruce gently pushes the back of Anna’s head to be deeper in your throat. She moans on him as he fucks her throat. She wishes he wouldn’t stop until he cums and feels a twinge of disappointment when he releases her head..
“Oh please let me play too. Oh please!” Monique begs.
“Anna, it would appear this bad girl requires more attention,” he says, expecting only a hummed answer from her occupied mouth. Instead she pops her lips off and strokes him..
“Yes sir. Please teach her to behave,” Anna responds, tightening her grip and stroking him faster.
“Perhaps you can find some way to occupy her while I fetch the proper devices,” he says, pulling his cock away and turning her face towards Monique. Before he has taken a step away he sees Anna shove her tongue into Monique’s mouth, making her taste what she can not have.
He returns with the vibrator and thigh harness. He meets no resistance as he applies the harness. Then he switches the device on and gently pushes it between her thighs.
“This setting is one,” he says. Then he twists the dial all the way up. “And this is ten.”
Monique nearly screams at ten but Anna muffles her mouth with her own. Bruce turns the intensity back down to one and adjusts the hardness to press the vibrations tightly against her pussy..
“Every time you are a bad girl I am going to turn up the intensity,” he says to Monique while pulling Anna away from her mouth.
“But Mr. Bruce I am a good girl…”
Before she had even finished speaking he turns the dial.
“Anna, since you are a good girl, you may choose. You may resume what you were doing. Or you may show this bad girl what else good girls get to do.”
Anna’s eyes twinkle and she sits up on her knees, straddling over Monique’s face, just out of her reach, teasing her.
“Please Miss Anna, let me have your pussy,” Monique pleads.
“No, Monique, you’re being punished.” Anna turns the vibrator up. Monique cries in protest. “Don’t you dare cum. You don’t deserve to,” Anna hisses at her.
She turns back to Bruce and happily takes him back in her mouth, trying to suck the life out of him.
She gets off of Monique and back on her knees at his feet. Using her mouth and hands, moaning and meeting his eyes the entire time, longing for him to reward her with his cum.
“Miss Anna, you suck his big cock so perfect!” she says, trying to sweet talk them.
Bruce reaches over and turns the dial. It is now roaring at 9 of 10. Monique is struggling. Her face is flush. Her body writhing.
“Don’t you dare cum until you’re told,” he scolds her.
He leans down and whispers, “Anna, I need your pussy. I need to cum. Get up and let me fuck you like you deserve.”
She pops her lips off of him and smiles widely. “Yes, sir.” She lays next to Monique and spreads her legs, crossing her leg over Monique, begging him to push inside of her.
Monique is squirming and struggling. She wants to cum so badly but trying to follow her orders. Anna reaches over and turns the vibrator off, making Monique squirm and protest at lack of stimulation. Bruce grabs a gag and shoves it in her mouth, before switching the vibrator back on, straight to ten.
“That’s better,” he says as he approaches Anna’s waiting body..
Anna’s pussy is soaking from hours of stimulation. He tries to tease her but her snatch draws him in as if it hungers for his cock. It hasn’t even been twenty four hours since he was last inside of her yet she somehow feels tighter than ever. The combination of that and his being balls sore and throbbing from being overloaded with cum lets him know he won’t last long.
Monique turns her head to watch them. Bruce pushes her reddening face away. “No. Bad girls don’t get to watch.”
He pushes his hands under Anna’s ass, lifting her up off the bed slightly, driving himself as deep into her as possible. Then with slow, deep thrusts he begins to fuck her soaked cunt. He moans with every stroke. Depriving her has been as much torture for himself as it was for her.
He can tell she is squeezing him extra tight, making sure I can’t change my mind. She is using her body to demand his cum this time. She will not take no for an answer.
He leans forward, kissing and sucking her breasts. His moans vibrate his lips on her sensitive nipples. His vocal reactions combine with hers, filling the dungeon with their duet of release.
He is so close.
His body prepares.
His legs shake. Then his arms. His whole body feels as if it is vibrating.
He thrusts faster.
Harder.
He wants her.
He wants her to have his cum.
Then it happens.
She wraps her legs around him, pushing him as deep as she can to absolutely claim every drop of what is coming to her.
Thick, warm cum explodes from his cock inside of her. Shot after shot. It feels never-ending. He has never cum this hard in my life. He moans and gasps, from pleasure and pain. It’s so intense it hurts. He just keep cumming, his balls draining every drop inside of her.
When he finally finishes he is light headed. Whoozy. He sits down on the bed just trying to catch his breath.
Anna sits up slowly and kisses his neck and shoulders and chest, showering him with her devotion, excited and grateful to have finally gotten what she has craved most. Not paying any mind to Monique, she feels his cum starting to run down her thighs. Feeling so intensely satisfied and happy, she almost feels as if she herself had cum. She is cum drunk and blissful, living only in this moment.
Bruce breaks the moment by stepping over to Monique. He takes the gag out her mouth and presses the roaring vibrator head harder against her overstimulated womanhood.
“Are you ready to be a good girl?” he demands.
“Yes! Please!” she cries out.
“Are you going to be a good little slut like Anna?” he continues.
“Yes! Yes! I will be a good slut!” her breath is short. She would cum in a second if they let her.
He flips the vibrator off and removes it from her legs. He uncuffs her hands. Her breath continues to heave as she fights back her orgasm.
“Good. Now go clean my cum out of her. Maybe she will let you cum if you do a good job,” he says.
“Yes,” she says, a slight disappointment in her voice..
“Yes what?” he jerks her collar chain.
“Yes, Mr. Bruce! I will eat your cum! It will make me very happy to!” she cries out.
“Good girl. Now get to work,” he whispers.
He hands the collar chain to Anna and kisses her lips.
Anna returns his kiss and snaps completely out of her bliss. She uses the chain to guide Monique between her legs. A jerk of the chain makes Monique meet her eyes.
“If you don’t make me cum, you don’t get to cum either, do you understand?” she says, trying to sound stern.
“Yes, Miss Anna. I understand,” she says with a moan and plunges her tongue between Anna’s thighs, cleaning leaked cum off of them before going to work on her pussy.
Anna makes a conscious effort not to moan, not to give Monique satisfaction just yet. As her cheeks begin to flush, she looks at Bruce and ask playfully, “Is this what Wyatt had in mind for her? Or are we able to take…” she moves her hand to stroke Monique’s hair, “liberties of our own?”
Monique increases her speed, trying to get a response, It takes all of Anna’s resolve to continue to deny her.
“I don’t think Wyatt gave any thought to what we would do with her,” Bruce says, nibbling her ear. “But it’s not like Paradise doesn’t have dungeons. I just didn’t take you to them.”
She feels Bruce’s lips touch her own. He plunges his tongue into her mouth, making a small moan escape my lips.
“Faster Monique,” Anna commands, trying to mask her pleasure still. As Bruce pulls away, she wraps her legs around Monique’s head to hold her closer, her thighs starting to shake, her breath increasingly shallow.
“This isn’t your first time playing this way, now is it?” Bruce calls down to Monique.
She comes up from between Anna’s legs with a big smile on her face telling them it is not. Anna shoves her face back down, enjoying her temporary power.
“If you stop again, I am not responsible for what happens,” Anna scolds her through labored breath.
“God I love watching you cum,” Bruce whispers in her ear, reaching his arms around her and rolling her nipples between his fingers before pinching them. Monique may be the one making her cum but he still likes to be the one pushing her over the edge.
Anna’s whole body trembles at his words and encouragement, his fingers on her nipples making her back arch and she pulls Monique closer still.
Her body starts to take over, her hands gripping the back of Monique’s head, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. She releases Monique’s head and presses her back against Bruce as her hips start bucking against the French girl’s tongue, moaning louder and louder.
“Look at me, Anna. I want to watch your face as you cum,” Bruce whispers, looking down at her.
She forces her eyes open. With one final pinch and pull of his fingers on her nipples and Monique’s fingers and tongue working her, she hits her breaking point and she cums intensely. Bruce watches as her eyes glaze over, her breath catches, her hips buck. Monique uses her hands to hold her down, making her ride out the orgasm twitching and spasming, never stopping her tongue and fingers. It lasts for what feels like minutes, the two of them playing her body like an instrument for two.
As she comes back down to earth she smiles up at Bruce and pulls him down to her to kiss him deeply. “Thank you for letting me cum, sir.” she whispers, her voice still trembling slightly before pulling Monique up by the collar.
“I think it’s your turn,” Anna says, exhausted. “But I want to watch you make yourself cum, Monique.” She hands her the vibrator and lays back against Bruce, his arms wrapping around her.
“Give us a show Monique. You’ve worn me out.” She winks and lets her take control of her body for the first time since they entered the dungeon.
“Merci, Miss Anna,” Monique says, smiling. “I will do it for you!”
She sits at the edge of the bed opposite them, leans back against the bedpost, and spreads her long legs to reveal the glistening pink of her wet snatch. She smiles and stares at them as she takes her fingers and starts to slowly rub her clit. Her moves are dramatic but deliberate. She has put on this show before.
“Mr. Wyatt told me Mr. Bruce likes it better when I have no hair for my pussy,” she coos. “Do you like that I have no hair for you?”
Bruce ignores her question. “Anna told you to cum, not to talk,” Bruce scolds her. “Are you a good girl who can do this or do you need to be locked back up?”
She giggles. “No, I am the good girl now. I just want my friends to be so happy with my body.”
She grabs the vibrator and switches it on a low setting. She runs it up and down her snatch, moaning slightly and giggling. “When it is so low it tickles me a little,” she says, giggling more.
She takes one hand and spreads her lips, revealing her swollen pink clit. “But I don’t want the tickles. Miss Anna told me to cum. To cum I need more.”
She holds the vibrator with one hand and steadily increases the power with the other. Higher. Higher.
She squeals and her body shudders. “You called this 10, yes?” She moans deeply. “Oh I like 10 very much. It is not torture to me at all.”
She leans back further, settling down to a position that shows she means business. The roaring vibrator circling her clit, her free hand running up and down her tight body. She jolts every now and again. She moans loudly and intently. She was given a task and she means to complete it.
“Oh Miss Anna, I am so close for you,” she moans, squeezing her nipples. “Oh… Oh…. OOOOOOH ANNA!”
She screams it as her body convulses as if possessed. She bucks her hips into the air again and again. She shakes the entire bed with the intensity of her movements. She throws the vibrator down and feverishly rubs her clit with her fingers. Her peak lasts and lasts. As she starts to come down she giggles and licks her juices from her fingers.
“I am the good girl for my friends, yes?” she says with an exhausted grin.
“Good girl, Monique,” Anna responds, her own exhaustion preventing more.
“There is a shower through that door,” Bruce says, pointing her in the proper direction. “Go clean up and meet us in the kitchen for dinner.”
Monique just giggles and leaps off the bed, disappearing through the door, singing to herself.
Once they are alone, Anna takes Bruce’s hand, leads him up to their own room, and pulls him into the shower. “Let me wash you off, sir” she says sweetly. He doesn’t object. She smiles to herself as she begins to gently wash his body.
“Thank you for everything today, sir. Monique will be fun to play with, certainly. But I am glad that I’m your slut truly. I feel completely relaxed and don’t need to worry about anything because I have you,” she says as she washes his back. The diamond on my finger twinkles in the light of the bathroom as she wraps her arms around his body and rests her cheek against your back, letting the hot water of the shower fall down their bodies.
Bruce wraps her arms around him a little tighter then gently kisses her fingers.
“A girl like Monique is a want. She’s lots of fun,” he says through the streaming water. “But a woman like you is a need. I don’t know how to function without you anymore.”
He kisses her fingers again then chuckles.
“Even if you do wish Wyatt had come here instead of sending his French fuck machine.”
He turns and helps her wash her body, taking care to be delicate with the parts of her that are raw and sore from the day’s activities. They towel each other off, put on robes, and head down to the kitchen.
“Tony, what’s for dinner? I am fucking starving,” Bruce calls out ahead of them.
“You’ll eat what I give you,” he says but there is something off about his voice.
“Didn’t Monique come up yet?” Bruce ask him.
“Bonjour, Mr. Bruce!” her voice rings out from behind the counter.
Bruce walks around the corner and sees Monique’s nude form prone in front of his chef, her mouth stuffed with his cock.
He rolls his eyes. “Monique, you insatiable slut.”
He turns to Anna. “Well, I don’t feel much like sampling the French-Italian fusion they are cooking up. Can I make you a sandwich, my dear? We can go eat in the den and let them finish.”
Then turning back to them he says, loudly. “And clean up when they’re done.”
Anna can’t help but laugh. Making sandwiches while someone sucks cock just feet away doesn’t phase her. This is just her life now. She expected Monique would probably disappear to sleep with the staff, just not this quickly. Or so soon after a dungeon session. Monique was still more of an insatiable whore than she was. Something to work toward, she giggles to herself.
As she and Bruce cuddle up in the den, Anna looks up and smiles at him widely.
“I am glad we are on the same page. I can’t function without you either,” she says, a delayed response to his shower statement. She kisses his cheek and starts eating, enjoying his company.
“For once, I feel like I don’t need to fuck you right now, I just want to be near you and be with you. I’m still wildly attracted to you and want to fuck you but I like this. Being close you, talking to you. It’s a nice change of pace for me.” She leans in and whispers in his ear, “Although I did enjoy being pumped full of your cum earlier.”
“Why, Anna, if I didn’t know better I’d say you are sexually satisfied for once,” he says with mock surprise.
He chuckles and says, “Do you want to see what I had installed shortly before I met you?”
She looks at him, not sure of where this could be headed.
He opens the top of an end table and pushes a hidden button. The entire wall opposite them opens up revealing a floor to ceiling projection screen.
“I may have decided to go a bit “ultimate man cave” in the den here,” he chuckles. “Care to take in a movie with your dirty old boss?”
Anna smiles and laugh out loud as he reveals the giant movie screen.
“You had me worried for a second there, sir. I’d love to watch a movie. Whatever you want to watch. I’ll be happy to cuddle up to you and be with you.”
She kisses his cheek. “Just nothing I may have unknowingly starred in tonight,” she says with a giggle.
She rests her head on his shoulder, satisfied, happy, and content for the first time in a long time.
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