What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [64]
And then it hit her—oh God, oh wow, that made her come. Being restrained. Forced. And she suddenly wasn’t very sure she liked it.
It’s the two-day arousal, she assured herself. That’s all. She’d just needed to come so badly.
She took a deep breath and got hold of herself, still a little stunned by it all. Then she looked back up into Brent’s eyes. Yes, still in master mode. But despite herself, she remained aroused. On some level, it excited her even more just to know she could be pleasured by what had just taken place here.
“Nicholas, take Amira to the swing and fuck her,” Brent said then, surprising Jenna by focusing on someone other than her. She felt almost relieved, watching as a cute blond guy grabbed on to the hand of a dark-haired girl—whom Jenna recognized as the Middle Eastern girl from the harem—and led her to a contraption of black bands sewn together and hanging from the ceiling. As Amira reclined among the bands—which did indeed form a flexible sort of swing—she shimmied out of a pair of leather panties.
“Gabe,” Brent added, “tie Serena to the horse and fuck her, too.”
As Serena was escorted away, toward something that looked like a gymnast’s pommel horse minus the handles, Jenna’s pulse kicked up. Because of all the new, rough sex beginning to take place around her and because, oddly, she felt as if she’d lost her one comrade in the room with Serena’s departure. Brent should be that, but tonight, he wasn’t—even when he approved of her.
With her arms still stretched, she watched fair-haired Nicholas pull a string that brought his cock lurching forth from his pants. She noticed it was smaller than Brent’s and possessed a slight curve—right before he drove it between Amira’s thighs. She cried out and Jenna flinched, her breasts jiggling.
She was just getting accustomed to watching Nicholas and Amira when a female moan drew her attention across the room. She expected to see Serena being fucked, but instead she was simply being tied—and apparently taking great pleasure in it. Her body straddled the horse, as Brent had called it, her rear elevated at one end, peeking from beneath her tiny leather skirt—apparently, she hadn’t worn panties, either. Gabe wrapped a rope around her body, circling it and the horse repeatedly, and with each length that crossed her back, she emitted another sound of pleasure.
Within moments, Gabe revealed a sizable cock that looked red and formidable in the brief seconds Jenna glimpsed it before it plunged into Serena from behind. Then both girls were crying out at the rough thrusts being delivered, the guys grunting and groaning their pleasure, and Jenna barely knew where to look—but her pulse raced still more wildly, her pussy already swollen and sensitive again.
Oh Lord, how had she gotten excited again that quick? But she supposed it was like with the harem—if the stimulation kept coming, her body kept responding. Now the stimulation was all visual and audible, stunning her with how powerful that could be.
Only when she looked for Brent did she realize he’d returned to his thronelike chair, lounging there like a well-satisfied prince of darkness. His cock still jutted from his pants, magnificent as ever, and she wondered how he looked so satisfied without having come. He seemed so in control of his body that she was beginning to find it intimidating. Especially since she seemed so . . . lacking in control.
“Zack, go to the cabinet and get the newest glass dildo.”
Jenna sucked in her breath. A glass dildo? And they had so many that one was clearly the newest? Could this get any kinkier?
Another two girls and a guy still hung in the shadows of the room and Jenna waited with odd fascination to see what happened next. Who would this glass dildo be used on? And when she saw the other faces, would there be more she recognized?
Meanwhile,