Haus: Night 2 continued

Author Note:

For full context, read (and enjoy) previous parts first!

As always, this story exists in a fantasy world of idealized bodies, suspended realities, and risk-free indulgence. Many of the scenarios explored here belong in fantasy alone. In the real world, consent always comes first.

Reader discretion is advised. Know your kinks!

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When James and I are alone again, his lips go to my ear and hand to my still pulsing pussy.

"Baby, I really do have it bad tonight. I need to work some shit out and your holes are the only way I know how. Think you can handle me at my worst?" he asks.

I almost reply coyly, teasingly, but there's a catch of sincerity in the dip of his tone that has me sobering in response. "Make it hurt, then," I say back, no jest in my tone.

"Fuuucck," he moans against my hair, fingers digging into my hole. "You want to put your team on standby? Give someone some bullshit signal in case I go too far and you need intervention? Have them send Callum back? He wouldn't let me go too far."

"Baby," I say, "I am the best for a reason. You won't hurt me. Not in a way that I won't like. I know you won't break the club rules and those are my only limits, okay? I can take whatever you need to give me, baby."

"Last chance," he moans again as I begin to stroke him.

"Give it to me," I demand, taking his chin roughly between my fingers and twisting it so I can bite his lip. His resolve crumbles and then his tongue is invading my mouth, a snarl burning up his throat.

He pulls back and swans his hand at his cock.

"Put it in a hole," he says, voice clipped.

I crawl over his lap, my thighs spread wide and resting on either side of his. I know he needs it bad so I don't waste time lowering myself or trying to adjust to his size. I reach between my legs to line him up and force myself to drop all the way down immediately so that he's fully seated inside me, my ass pressed against his balls and my clit rubbing against his pelvis.

"Fuck," he bellows instantly and reaches up to wind both hands around my throat.

"Work that dick, slut. I want to feel all four corners of that cunt."

The song on the speakers in his area fades into one with a heavier bass and I drag my pussy up and down, back and forth, to the rhythm, clenching with every slide. He drops one hand from my throat to grip my hip and hold on while I ride him.

I reach my hands up and start tugging on the nipple clamps, pulling and twisting while I gyrate. The dj drops the beat again and the song picks up pace, thumping through my blood. I start popping my pussy to it, hard and quick, dragging it back and thrusting my hips like I'm on a stage. Which I am. Even up here, the entire club can see. Anyone looking for me will find me and watch from wherever they might be.

"Fuck yes," James groans, "Let that pussy do all the thinking. Lose yourself to how good it feels, baby."

He reaches around me and starts playing with my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, squeezing them, slipping his fingers into my asshole while I ride him.

"One more," he says, still fingering my asshole. "You get one more orgasm because you're so goddamn perfect and then we'll really play."

I moan.

"You know how I like it though, rub that clit. I want to see it fucking swollen."

I keep one hand on the chain between my nipple clamps, still tugging, and slide the other between my legs so I can play with my clit while I continue to grind on him. He chases my rhythm with the fingers he still has buried in my ass and I grunt, riding him hard and fast. He watches my face, licking his lips as he tracks my growing orgasm through the changes in my expression.

"Work that clit," he purrs, "I want to feel you cum on my cock. I want to watch you come undone, baby. Greedy, nasty, slut, letting me have my way with her holes. Show me why you're the best. I want your cunt to know who owns it tonight."

I thrust back and forth violently now, my vision going white at the corners, my mouth open in a silent scream as the orgasm finally takes me. He uses his free hand to grip my hip and hold me down on his dick while I writhe, still cumming, desperate to lift up and close my thighs.

"Uh uh, baby. I may be letting you cum, but I get to feel every pulse," his voice chokes, "every squeeze."

I moan, my entire body convulsing as the orgasm fades into a second. I seize on him and he finally pulls his fingers out of my ass only to rain slaps down against my cheeks, causing his cock to shift inside my already spasming pussy.

"Don't stop," he says, groaning, "You should still be rubbing that pussy."

I can't obey though. I can't even move, my body still cumming as he slaps me, my nipples still pulled taut by the hand I have tangled in the chain between them.

"Little slut can't even do as she told," he grunts. "But don't worry, baby. I'll help."

He keeps me locked in place with one arm around my waist and grabs the discarded wand beside him with his free hand. He uses the arm around my waist to bow my body just enough for him to wedge the wand against my clit while he's still buried inside my hole. He turns it on and I scream.

The world shrinks to only the sensations on and in my cunt. I don't feel my nipples anymore, can't feel the drying spit on my tits or the throb of his handprints on my ass - only the raging between my legs. I don't know if a third orgasm has taken me over or if the first one simply never ended, but my entire body is locked in place on James' lap. I can distantly hear the sound of him laughing and then the feel of the vibrator growing in intensity. I don't think I've stopped screaming.

There's a warm sensation between my legs and I can't tell if I've started squirting or if he's blown his first load of the night, but it's enough that he finally lets me off his cock. I fall off his lap and onto the couch beside him, my entire body shaking, the orgasms still wiring through me.

"Oh no, no, baby. You're not done," James taunts, hovering over me and pushing my legs apart. I can't keep them open though and I expect him to hit me, but he laughs again. There's the sound of his fingers snapping once then twice, until the women from before come back.

"Hold her legs open," he tells them. "One of you on either side. Keep them spread."

They obey, each grabbing one of my thighs and spreading my legs wide.

"Each of you take an arm too," he says.

My arms are pulled away from my middle and wrapped around my knees where they're held into place. My body still spasms, the orgasm finally beginning to temper, but it's short-lived. James leans forward to grab the nipple clamp chain and pulls it straight up, stretching my nipples away from my body until I scream again.

Keeping the chain suspended, he sets the wand down behind him, still buzzing away, so that he can slap my exposed cunt. I grunt, feeling the slap deep in my belly, both my holes spasming at the sensation.

"I'm going to slap it again," James says, "and this time, the clamps are coming off," he warns.

I squeeze my eyes shut and nod, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth. He doesn't wait long, and then his open palm comes down against my pussy followed a second later by sheer burning fire on my nipples. I scream again, my throat raw with the shrillness of it, thrashing against the women holding me spread open for him, but the pain is immediately overpowered by the blinding pleasure when he presses the vibrator harder against my clit.

"I can't help it, baby," James purrs above me, grinding the wand even harder against me. "It makes me hard as fuck to see you like this. To watch all those nasty thoughts fly right out of your head because all you can think about is how good that pussy feels. Watch your eyes go vacant, taken over by the throbbing in your holes, thinking only about how to keep feeling just like this. Needing it until even that betrays you and your body is simply overwhelmed with pleasure."

I start sobbing, feeling the orgasm coming on again.

"Gotta see it," he grunts, pulling the wand away just as I'm about to cum, his hungry eyes fixed on my clit. "Fuuuckk," he groans. "That's a fat clit, baby. Must be so fucking sensitive, huh?"

I nod my head, still sobbing, desperate for it to stop and continue all at the same time.

He turns the wand off and rubs it gently against my clit again, sending tremors through me but not enough pressure to stoke the orgasm again. I whimper. He glides it lower, tapping it gently against my opening and I shiver.

"You're swollen here too," he says, grinding the wand against my hole more firmly. "Bet it's just as sensitive."

"Yes," I moan out.

"You want it inside, don't you?" he teases me, pushing the wand in just a little, starting to stretch me.

"Fuck," I shudder. "Yes, sir. Please. I want it. I need it."

He tsks. "She didn't pass the test," he tells the women holding me open. "If she can still form words then she can still take more."

I moan and he chuckles again, but he presses the wand harder, pushing it into my cunt. My legs quake where the women hold them out.

James lifts his hands, holding them up to show me that the wand is lodged in my pussy now without him needing to hold it. I whimper, feeling my hole clenching around the neck of the wand. He leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of my head so that he can lean down to kiss me. He leads with his tongue first and I open my mouth for him, letting him pillage and take. His tongue wrestles mine, spit pooling in my mouth and threatening to spill out. He dips lower, letting his shirt rub against my sore nipples, swallowing the whimper straight from my throat.

"So desperate," he says into my mouth and I moan my agreement back, chasing his mouth with mine.

"I'm going to ruin you," he simpers.

"Please," I manage.

He winds a hand to my throat and squeezes, smiling against my mouth as he continues to kiss me.

"What do the rules say about somnophilia?" James asks urgently, testing the pressure of his hand around my throat.

I try to respond but he only squeezes harder.

He laughs and then releases his grip completely, running his hand gently up and down the column of my bobbing throat as I work to swallow down gulps of air.

"There are no rules against its use between consenting parties," I quote, my voice a rasp from all my screaming. "We even have some Lovers specifically booked to be asleep before the guest arrives so the guest can enjoy the full experience."

He continues to rub his hand across my body, moving down my throat to my collarbone, along my shoulders, caressing down my right breast and over my nipple.

"So it's available on a special menu then? Not a standard rule? You said the club rules were your rules, right?" he pushes, fingers gently pinching my nipple.

All the while the wand continues to bob, hanging out of my pussy.

"My limits are the club's black limits, baby. All fetishes allowed on club property are fair game with me. Remember what Callum said before about this morning? He tried to relieve his morning wood in my ass but was cockblocked by my teddy? I wasn't awake yet for that, baby. When I give myself to someone, you get all of me. My body is yours. If I'm not conscious, my body is still yours to do as you please."

"Fuck," he moans, dragging his hand back up to my throat. He squeezes it gently and then glides his fingers higher again, running them over my lips and putting them into my mouth.

"You planning on letting me sleep tonight?" I tease, voice garbled around his fingers still in my mouth.

He smiles, spreading my mouth wider with his fingers like he would with my other holes. He lets a trail of spit drop from his mouth into mine and then uses his fingers to slide it down my throat into my tongue.

"Just thinking ahead, baby. If I keep you cumming like this, I'm not sure how long your body can last. Didn't want the fun to end when you passed out if it didn't have to," he croons.

My hips buck involuntarily at that and he grins.

"Fucking slut."

I nod my head vigorously. "Please, sir. Please, please. I want it. Make me cum. Let me cum."

"You're going to have to beg for me to stop," he says, kissing me chastely before pulling back and making himself comfortable again in his seat.

He grabs the handle of the wand and starts rotating it in my pussy, stretching me out, before he starts pushing it deeper. I grunt, the sound almost feral - guttural and desperate.

He pulls it back toward him again, almost over the neck to the widest part of the head but pushes it back deeper before he gets it out. I suck in a sharp breath and he starts to drag it toward him again. I can feel my cunt sucking on it, clenching tight to keep it inside me. It's agonizing.

When he pushes it deep again, he switches it on and I jerk in place, the feeling almost immediately too intense, my pussy still so fucking sensitive and swollen. But then he takes his hand away, letting the wand flop around inside me but never falling out, the sensation unreal. And then his fingers are on my clit, rubbing hard and fast, pinching, squeezing and tugging until there are tears in my eyes.

"You like the show?" he asks the woman holding my left leg, his fingers never slowing their assault on my clit.

"Yes, sir," she says.

"Is your pussy wet?" he asks her.

She nods.

"Let me see," he says, switching hands on my clit so he can keep torturing me while he uses his right hand to feel her pussy.

"Fucking soaked," he says approvingly. "You're a little slut too, aren't you?" he asks her, fingering her.

"Yes, sir. I love it," she moans.

"Were you the slut her daddy fucked in the ass?" he asks her.

She pouts and shakes her head.

"Were you the one who ate her out then?" he asks.

"Yes, sir." She smiles.

"Let me taste," he says, leaning toward her.

He swipes his tongue between her lips, spit stretching between their mouths as they make out - one of his hands still finger fucking her while his other plays with my clit.

"She's so sweet," he says into her mouth.

"Her cum was delicious," she agrees.

"Want to taste her ass?" he asks and she nods eagerly.

"Micah, I need another one," he calls.

"Alright, but I'm ordering a new batch then," Micah calls back.

Another woman saunters over, weighted clamps hanging from her nipples and a ring gag strapped around her face. Drool pours down her face, makeup smeared everywhere.

"Come take her place, darling," James tells the new woman.

When they've swapped, James adjusts his seat, spreading his legs, and directs the first woman to get between me and him.

"Take the wand out," he tells her.

She obeys, handing it to him and he turns it off, setting it beside him. He laughs watching my hips hump the air, cunt clenching desperately around emptiness. He knows exactly what he's done, ruining any progress I'd been making toward cumming again while ignoring me completely.

"Go ahead and give it a taste while I see how yours compares," he says to the woman.

She folds herself into position, tongue seeking my asshole, while he spreads her cheeks and buries himself inside her. I feel her moan into my ass.

"Fuck, that's a tight hole," he compliments her.

"Thank you, sir," she says into my ass.

He starts rocking back and forth, not quite fucking her, just moving inside her, making his cock feel good while it plugs her up. He reaches beside him and grabs the wand again, turning it on and up several notches before bringing it back to my clit. Before he presses it down, he turns to both women holding my legs.

"Hold her tight," he tells them.

They chorus 'yes sir' back to him and then he presses the wand to my clit. I jerk violently, but he doesn't move the wand an inch. The woman he has his cock in is still eating my ass out, just as eagerly as she ate my pussy, and he grinds the wand over my hypersensitive clit. He doesn't let up this time though, just keeps working my clit with it while my body thrashes harder and harder against the women holding me. He starts to really thrust in and out of the ass around his cock, pushing the woman's tongue deeper and deeper into my ass with every thrust.

"She's about to cum, look at that pussy fucking clenching," he tells the other women.

"I don't think that empty hole is going to stop you though is it, baby?" he teases me.

I try to say no but only get out the first letter before I detonate. I scream, my body seizing up again, but he doesn't move the wand at all, just keeps rubbing my clit with it. Ten seconds becomes twenty becomes thirty and then I'm squirting uncontrollably while he continues with the wand. A full minute and beyond and the orgasm makes me see stars, completely whites out my vision.

I almost whimper in relief when I feel him move the wand away but I don't have time before he replaces it with his fingers. He pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing like a vice, before he pulls away and starts slapping my cunt over and over again.

He's fucking the woman between us wildly now, burying himself fully with each thrust, all while he continues to slap my clit. I start shaking again as the orgasm blends into another more intense one, my pussy squirting while I cry.

"Fuck, those tears make my dick throb," he says, sawing into the woman between us.

He slaps her ass. "Move," he tells her, smacking her ass again, almost pushing her off the couch.

As soon as she's out of the way, he slams his cock into my pussy, never faltering on the punishing pace he'd had when he was inside her ass. My mouth is still open in a silent scream, my cunt squirting and tears streaming down my cheeks. But it doesn't take him long before he's emptying himself inside me.

"Take it," he grunts, continuing to hump into my hole, "fucking take every drop. Need to fill every hole."

He starts to rub my clit again, slower but just as firmly.

"Please," I choke out.

"That tight little pussy is fluttering like a heartbeat all around my dick," he hums in pleasure, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he grinds against me, dick still inside me and not yet softening.

He keeps up a steady pressure on my clit, massaging and kneading it between his fingers.

"I want to hear about this morning, baby," he says, still teasing me. "Daddy said he punished you. Tell me about it."

I open my mouth to beg again but only a guttural moan comes out. He releases my clit finally, raising his hand to hover over my cunt. I start to tremble all over in a new way, the fear of the oncoming blow tensing every muscle in my body.

"I told you to do something. Don't make me say it again, baby," he croons, viscous smile giving him away. He knows I can't speak, knows I can't answer and tell him what he wants to know. Knows this is a test I will fail.

"I-I," I stutter, struggling to form any words.

He lifts his hand a little higher, preparing for the strike and my convulsing sharpens. His smile widens and he leans forward again, his dick still inside me, but starting to slowly soften. He licks up the side of my face, tasting my tears, all the while his hands climb my hips, my waist, my ribs, until they're each squeezing a tit, kneading the flesh there like he'd just been doing to my clit. He moves his mouth to mine, kissing me with a closed mouth before whispering "open" against my lips. I obey and he drops another strand of spit into my mouth.

"Swallow," he says, and I obey.

"Did I break you, baby?" he whispers into my mouth.

I try to nod but can barely manage even that.

"And we still have so much time," he croons.

"Your pussy is so hot, so swollen, just throbbing around my cock. I don't want to pull it out."

I start nodding finally, whether in response to what he's saying now or his question before, I'm not sure. And then I'm shaking my head. Unsure of what I want or what to say or what he needs, only that my body is so overstimulated I can't seem to form full thoughts either.

"I'm going to make it cum one more time, baby," he says and I start shaking my head more decisively, fresh tears pricking my eyes.

He licks them again. "Yes, yes, I am, baby. One more and then I'll let you sleep for a bit."

I'm still shaking my head when leans back, hands still on my tits, squeezing and teasing. His fingers go to my nipples and he's almost tender at first, just tapping them back and forth, but it's not long before he's squeezing them both between his thumbs and forefingers, tugging and pinching, making me writhe beneath him.

"That's right baby, grind that pussy. I know these are connected straight to that fat clitty," he grunts.

I whimper, doing exactly as he says but without having to be told, my body needing to do it all on its own.

"I know my dick isn't as hard as you want, but it's still filling you up so good, isn't it? Plugging my cum in that hole, huh?"

I nod my head, moaning as he pulls my nipples straight up again, this time so sharply that he lifts my torso up off the couch by my nipples alone.

"Free her hand," he tells the woman on my right.

She does and pins and needles burst from my shoulder down to my fingertips as the blood comes rushing back.

"You're going to make yourself cum this last time," he tells me.

I want to shake my head, need to beg him to help me, but I've begun to drift now. To leave my body and become a vessel that only he controls. I snake my hand between us and down to my pussy. It's soaked, covered in my squirt and sloppy from my juices and the sticky combination of his leaking cum and so many people's saliva. My clit is enormous, so fucking puffy it's almost sobering - almost.

My entire cunt is swollen and so sensitive that every brush of my fingertips sends new rounds of goosebumps down my legs. I brush my middle finger over my clit, feather soft and barely touching it, just the tickling sensation of the near touch but it's already almost enough to send me over the edge. I tap it down three times, my body shuddering and bucking where his pelvis still has me pinned, and then I start to rub it. Not in slow circles like I like best, but fast and rough back and forth, the squelching sound of my hole clenching around his semi-flaccid cock almost as loud as the roaring in my ears.

And I'm undone. I can distantly hear the sound of him egging me further, praising me and calling me filthy names, but I can't register the actual words. Can't process anything outside of the white-bright pleasure flooding my body and making every limb seize. I feel the flood of my squirt force his cock from my hole and the rush of his seed covering us both as my squirt continues to shoot out. Can still feel his fingers' continued assault on my nipples and the weight of the women holding my other arm and my legs spread. But when he finally releases my nipples, the rush of blood back to them sends a final mini orgasm through me and pushes me over the final ledge, every sensation fading to black.