Dinner, Vibrator, Handcuffs and Double Bondage

Damon liked the look of control more than he liked the look of dessert. At twenty-two he already carried himself like a man who had never once asked permission he did not already own, and tonight the permission had been given in full, out loud, by everyone who would be in the room later. He sat across from Adriana in the upscale dining room, gold light low over white linen, and kept one hand loose around a glass of water while the other stayed buried in his pocket around the slim black remote.

Adriana was twenty-four, Sonia's best friend, and she had agreed to every inch of the evening before she ever put the black dress on. Under the table the remote vibrator sat buried deep in her pussy, a thick quiet weight Damon had worked into her in the car, two fingers spreading her until the toy seated against the spot that made her thighs jump, then her panties tugged back into place. She was already soaked. The silk clung. Every time she shifted, the buzzing reminder of him pulsed through her cunt and she had to remember how to hold a fork.

He thumbed the remote up one notch.

Her fork clicked the plate. Heat rolled through her belly. She pressed her knees together and felt the vibration sharpen, mean and precise, and a small sound caught in her throat before she swallowed it. "Damon," she whispered, smiling for the room, voice thin. "My hands are shaking."

"Let them," he said. He was calm, thriving on it. "Spread your knees."

She did. Cool air slipped under her dress and met slick heat. He edged her in lazy increments, never letting the toy climb long enough to tip her over. A question about the menu she could barely hear. A harder pulse that made her hips jerk once against the chair. Then nothing. Then a cruel little flutter that left her cunt clenching around silicone, greedy and denied. Her nipples tightened under the dress. She bit the inside of her cheek and tasted the want she had carried since Sonia kissed her cheek in the apartment and said, eager and bright, that she wanted Damon to take Adriana apart in public and then bring her home ruined.

By the time the plates were cleared Adriana was shaking. Damon watched her mouth. "You'd come in that chair if I let you," he said quietly. "I'm not letting you. You save it. For Sonia. For me. For the man who's going to watch what I do to both of you."

She nodded, flushed, composure hanging by a thread, and managed to thank the server, a woman well into her thirties who noticed nothing but a flushed diner and a generous tip. The vibrator hummed once more, a farewell edge, and went still. Adriana's pussy fluttered around the sudden absence. She was soaked through, squirming, and she knew the night had barely started.

The drive back was worse. Damon kept one hand on the wheel and the other on the remote, giving her short, vicious bursts at red lights until she was panting against the window, palms flat on her own thighs because he had told her not to touch. "Good girl," he said, when she obeyed. "You're going to be so easy to use."

Hector was already waiting.

He was twenty-three, Sonia's boyfriend, and he had asked for the ropes himself, voice steady, eyes hot, when they planned the scene. Damon had bound him to the straight-backed chair in the center of the apartment living room before dinner, chest harness neat, wrists lashed to the arms, ankles to the legs, a blindfold set aside because Hector had wanted to see. He could shift. He could not get free. His cock was already hard in his pants, straining, and the look he gave Damon when the door opened was pure, helpless hunger.

Damon did not waste the moment.

He walked Adriana in, shut the door, and turned her so Hector had the full view. "Wrists," he said.

She put them behind her back without being told twice. The handcuffs clicked, cool and final, steel snug against skin she had offered. Damon buckled a black blindfold over her eyes and the room vanished. Sound got bigger. She heard Hector's breath catch. She heard her own.

"Strip her," Sonia said from the hallway, and then Sonia was there.

Twenty-one, Damon's girlfriend, barefoot in a thin robe, she was already wet and eager, cheeks flushed, mouth soft. She had been touching herself while she waited, and she did not pretend otherwise. Damon peeled Adriana's dress down, dragged the soaked panties to her ankles, and left the vibrator seated deep while he worked the rest of the clothes off. Adriana stood cuffed and blind, tits out, thighs shining, shivering every time the toy gave a lazy pulse.

Sonia stepped in close and kissed her.

It was heated and consensual and filthy from the first second, Sonia's tongue sliding into Adriana's mouth while Damon watched, one hand in Sonia's hair, the other palming Adriana's ass and squeezing until she moaned into the kiss. "Tell him," Sonia murmured against her lips. "Tell him what you want."

"Use me," Adriana said, voice breaking. "Both of us. Please."

Damon stripped Sonia's robe and bent to mouth her nipple, then Adriana's, switching until both women were arching, trading kisses over his head, whispering promises that got dirtier every time their mouths met. He tugged the vibrator halfway out of Adriana and pushed it back in, slow, and she sobbed a thank-you. He slid two fingers into Sonia and found her dripping, curled them, and listened to her swear.

"On your knees isn't enough tonight," he said. "You're going to beg where he can hear you."

Hector groaned, ropes creaking as he strained for a better view. Sonia looked at her boyfriend, smiled, wrecked and sure, and said, "Watch me. I want you to."

They begged. Adriana begged to be bent over and fucked while she couldn't see. Sonia begged to be sat on Damon's cock so Hector could watch her pussy take it. Damon teased until the begging turned shameless, open, repetitive, both women pressing into his hands, kissing each other between gasps, submissive desire gone hot and public in the small room. Only then did he pull the vibrator free, set it aside, and free his cock.

He bent Adriana over the arm of the couch, still handcuffed, still blindfolded, and pushed into her from behind in one long, rough stroke.

She cried out, high and grateful, cunt stretching around him, slick enough that he sank to the hilt and stayed there, grinding, letting her feel how deep he was. Then he fucked her. Hard. Doggy style, hips snapping, the wet sound of it filling the apartment while Hector watched his girlfriend's best friend get used, ass rippling under every thrust, cuffs clinking as she braced the only way she could. Damon fisted her hair and pulled her head back.

"Listen to yourself," he said, voice low and degrading in the way she had asked for. "Soaked little slut, coming apart on my cock while he sits there and can't touch a thing. You wanted this. Take it."

"Yes—God, yes—" Adriana's orgasm hit fast and mean, thighs shaking, pussy clamping down so hard Damon had to grit his teeth to keep from finishing. He didn't slow. He pounded her through it, through the second smaller crest that followed, until she was babbling, face turned toward the room she couldn't see, drool at the corner of her mouth.

He pulled out shining and turned.

Sonia was already climbing into his lap as he dropped onto the couch, but he spun her before she could sink down facing him. "Reverse," he ordered. "He gets the view."

She straddled him backward, reverse-cowgirl, and reached down to fit the head of his cock to her entrance. Hector made a broken sound as she lowered herself. Damon held her hips and made her go slow for the first inch, then the next, so the bound man had a perfect view of his own girlfriend's pussy stretching around another man's cock, lips parting, slick coating the shaft, her ass settling flush when she took him all the way.

"Fuck," Hector whispered. "Sonia—"

"Watch," she gasped, and started to ride.

Damon let her work, then took over, thrusting up into her, rough, hands bruising her waist. Her tits bounced. Her head fell back against his shoulder. Every time she rose, Hector saw the stretch, the shine, the way her cunt clung. Damon reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles until she came with a sharp, helpless cry, pulsing around him, and he didn't let her climb off.

He alternated.

Adriana on all fours on the rug, blindfold damp, cuffs locked behind her, Damon kneeling and driving into her while Sonia knelt in front and kissed her, their faces pressed together, moaning into each other's mouths. Then Sonia on her back, missionary, legs hooked over Damon's arms, taking deep strokes while he yanked her hair and told her she was his greedy girl, told her to look at Hector and say whose cock she was coming on. She did. She came again, louder, eyes locked on her boyfriend's wrecked face.

Back to Adriana. He hauled her up against his chest, still inside her, one hand between her cuffs and her spine, and fucked up into her while Sonia sucked her nipples and whispered filth. "He's using you so well," Sonia said, and Adriana broke again, sobbing yes, thank you, please don't stop.

He put them side by side on the couch cushions, asses up, faces turned toward each other, and switched between their cunts in long, punishing strokes, pulling hair, slapping ass just hard enough to pink the skin they had asked him to mark, talking them through it. Sluts. Eager. His. Made to be fucked while a bound boyfriend watched and learned how completely Damon could take what had been offered. Sonia came with her mouth open against Adriana's cheek. Adriana came with Damon's name shredded in her throat, pussy fluttering, blind and cuffed and nowhere else she wanted to be.

Hector strained in the ropes, cock leaking through his pants, eyes glassy, unable to look away from his girlfriend getting pounded, from her best friend shaking through another orgasm an arm's length away. Damon gave him the sight and kept it. He fucked Sonia from behind until her arms gave out. He rolled Adriana onto her back, pushed her knees to her chest, and took her in hard missionary strokes she could only feel, blindfold sealing her in the dark, cuffs trapped under her, every thrust knocking a moan out of her that Sonia kissed quiet and then made louder.

They were both wrecked, both still asking for more, both climaxing until the begging turned into thank-yous and the thank-yous turned into shaky laughter and fresh need. Damon held off by force of will, dominant to the last, using them exactly as they had begged to be used.

When he was close he pulled out, hauled both women to their knees on the rug, and stood over them.

"Faces up," he said.

Adriana, still cuffed, still blindfolded, tilted her chin. Sonia, flushed and grinning and just as willing, pressed in beside her, shoulder to shoulder, tits out. Damon stroked himself twice and came in thick ropes across both of them, striping Adriana's cheek and mouth, Sonia's tits and throat, more across their faces until they were glazed and shining, gasping at the heat of it.

They turned into each other without being told. Sonia kissed Adriana, slow and filthy, licking cum from her lips, and Adriana kissed back, blind and smiling, tongue cleaning Sonia's chin, then lower, mouthing the mess on her friend's tits while Sonia laughed, breathless, and returned the favor. "Thank you," Adriana whispered against skin. "Thank you for taking all of it."

"Thank you," Sonia said, looking up at Damon, voice soft and sure. "For taking complete control."

He uncuffed Adriana's wrists carefully, rubbed the marks, eased the blindfold up so she could blink into the lamplight and see Sonia's cum-smeared smile, Hector's bound awe, Damon's steady hands already reaching for water and a blanket. Aftercare was unhurried. He wiped their faces with a warm cloth where they wanted it, left the rest when Sonia shook her head and kissed Adriana again, lazy and sweet. He checked Hector's ropes, confirmed circulation, confirmed the watching had been exactly what Hector had asked to endure, and left him bound because Hector, hoarse and grateful, said he wasn't done seeing them.

The three of them—Damon, Sonia, Adriana—looked at one another over the quiet wreckage of the scene and exchanged the same satisfied, consensual smile.

Hector stayed roped to the chair and learned, in one ruined breath, that watching them thank the man who had used them was the part that would undo him longest.