Saturday, April 26, 2008

The Gilded Cage by Tilly Greene

London, England

"Who is that?" Max Stephenson nodded toward a busty blonde who was practically nude standing a short distance away. She wore a half mask that covered her eyes and nose and a pair of black tight to mid-thigh, ridiculously high stiletto boots. His gaze raced over her curvy form pausing briefly on her big breasts and bare mound. An enchanting package to say the least.

"Ahhh, that's Cassandra."


"No, she's been a member for maybe two years, but she only comes two, maybe three times a year."

"I see she's not wearing a collar, is she free?"

"Oh yeah, very free. There's a note on her key that says no attachments wanted."

"You're kidding me, sounds like a dream come true. Someone sexy and gorgeous to play with without worrying they want to take it further." This woman sounded like he needed an introduction, and if his dick was anything to go by, it had better be quick. It had been a long time since he was turned on by someone's looks alone. He wanted a woman who was intelligent, with a body made for pleasure, and had a life of her own. As far as he found, this was an endangered species.

"You don't know the half of it. I've had her for a couple of sessions. She's a real live wire who's into some seriously good kink. Trust me, she's here strictly for the sex."

Tonight he and Alex Shaw, friend and partner, were sitting at a corner table, watching the crowd, as they caught up on club business. He wouldn't mind if she diverted his attention for a couple of hours. When she looked their way, Max took the opportunity to crook his finger and bid her to come to them.

"There's nothing prettier than an eager and horny woman," he said, never looking away from her as she made her way over to them.

"Especially one who gave me one of the best blowjobs I've ever experienced."

"Really?" He couldn't get that idea out of his head as she stopped beside his chair. For the past couple of years, work made him an infrequent visitor to Succulent. As a silent partner, he knew the rules and, if she was willing, he wanted to indulge himself with her.

"Hello, are you with anyone this evening?"

"No, Sir. I'm free to play." She lifted her hand so that the key dangling from her wrist was presented for him to peruse to see if they were sexually compatible. He didn't immediately take it in hand because he was caught up in the pull of her dark eyes. The lighting was dim, but he could still see they were pools of black ink, intriguing. After a moment, he blinked and looked down, carefully reading what sex acts she'd listed on the basic white card he held. There was no stopping his smile when he read the final notation. May come back for seconds, but no outside relationships. This statement left no doubt where she was coming from. Fine with him, his hard-on supported the physical attraction between them and, from her key, it appeared they were of the same mind when it came to sex.

"Does Room Five sound appealing?"

Max was surprised when she didn't answer him, one way or the other. They were on the same level until she accepted his proposal so her actions confused him. If she hadn't been drawn to him, why did she come over and readily flash her key? As he was thinking about withdrawing his offer, Alex stepped in.

"May I interrupt a moment?"

He nodded to his friend before shifting his gaze back to the blonde, who watched him carefully from her position at his side. Under her watchful stare, he made a point of her seeing him take in all her finer points. There was no bombshell exploding around him when he became further turned on by what he found but he half expected one to.

This close her skin looked like silk, soft with a luminous glow. He wanted to reach out and touch her all over, especially her upper thighs. The boots were made of some sort of black skin, or a great imitation, and an inspired choice to wear. They were simple, seductive, and yet still rather classical in shape and fit. It looked as if her legs were endless in length. They didn't detract or distract from his careful scrutiny of her body, they did encourage him to look further upward to her bald mound. Her pretty pussy looked plump and soft, while the cleft appeared ready to be split and breached by something big and solid.

He felt an intense growing desire to get his cock inside the lady's tender grip soon, although it seemed to be futile.

Returning to his examination, he found himself starting at her breasts. The large mounds were topped with nice big pink nipples in the center. Her tits moved with each breath she took, teasing him to lean over, take one tip, and suck until she was panting. Despite her lush erotic body, it was her mouth he couldn't look away from. Wide, with full pink lips slightly parted, he thought would look stunning stretching around his cock. Under his steady gaze, her lips lifted at the corners and the top teeth bit into the lower fold.

He hadn't been paying attention to what was being said, but with the change on face, he brought his gaze back to his friend for details.

"I've just explained everything to Cassandra. You hadn't come here tonight looking for a playmate, so you don't have your key in hand, but I can vouch for you as able to amuse yourself without overstepping any of her particular boundaries."

Nodding, he looked back to speak with her and, instead of looking at her taut belly, he found while his head had been turned, she'd slipped to her knees. With her head bowed and hands resting palm up on her thighs, his dick leaped in his pants. Nice, a sexy submissive was exactly what he needed tonight. Without any further delay, Max stood up and stroked a finger over her bare cheek until her gaze lifted to meet his.

"Shall we go to the common room instead? That way we won't be alone or unobserved. No gags or blindfolds, either." Again, his cock bounced in his pants when she leaned further into his hand and nodded her head. Oh man, this Cassandra was his dream come true. Looking over at Alex, he saw his friend smiling like a loon.

"Don't worry, we'll meet up later."


Holding out a hand he held her steady as she rose gracefully until she stood beside him. Cassandra was a tiny little thing. Even in her heels she only reached his shoulder. The hungry male in him demanded time to control and pleasure her. Without another word, he lifted her up and over his shoulder, holding her steady with a hand on her ass, and walked to the stainless steel door that led into the restricted area. Except for attendants or those with special permission, only couples were allowed beyond this point.


"Henry." The guard opened the door and nodded as Max passed. Keeping to a steady pace, he walked down the hallway with numbered doors on either side until they reached the end. Stepping into a large open area with mirrored walls and ceiling, he paused to look around at the action before turning to speak with one of the room's attendants standing off to the side.

"Hey, is the vault horse in use?"

"No, Sir."

"Great, will you help me set it up?"

"My pleasure."

They walked over to the black leather and steel apparatus, passing a woman working a whip over the back of another strapped to a metal cross. There were other scenarios playing out around the room, the sounds of sex bouncing off against the walls, but he was focused on his bundle. Once he stood beside the toy he'd requested, Max carefully took her off his shoulder and set her down in front of the vault. Nodding to the attendant, the other man went about lowering the height of the cushioned top to accommodate his little lust bunny.

"Do you want to keep your boots on? The ankle straps are padded but they still might leave a mark or an impression. You may speak."

"That's all right, Sir. I've had cuffs around them before and they hold up very well."

"Fine." He kneeled down, putting his head directly in front of her pussy. Max could smell her passion building. There was a struggle not to close the distance and dip his tongue between the tempting slit, but he held back because he had other plans for this temptress. With renewed focus and strength of will to ignore his throbbing dick, he wrapped the thick band around her ankle, then tightened and secured it. The process was repeated on the other leg.

"Let me know if they're too tight."

"They don't hurt, Sir."

Nodding, he helped her move her feet until they were both on the frame, spread out wide, and then hooked the chains attached to the vault to the cuffs to keep her in place. He was pleased, whether she realized it or not, she'd just given him the inside track he needed to play this game.

"Cassandra, before we go any further, you need to give me your words so I can confirm they are the same ones I saw noted on your key. You may speak."

"Thank you, Sir. Carrot is my stop word and train is the one to pause."

"Okay, thank you." He stood back up and helped her bend and stretch over the vault. Standing on her tiptoes, she leaned forward until her stomach was centered on the padded top and her arms fell over the other side to dangle freely. Walking around her seductively posed form, he secured her wrists the same way he had her feet. "Everything all right?"

"Yes, Sir. I have some movement, but not much."

"Hmmm." Rising up, he went and stood behind her. Standing there, he took the time to really look at her, both in front of him and in the mirrors all around them. She was even more beautiful bound for his pleasure than she had been standing comfortably in her bare body out front. All her lush blonde curls were flipped over, and almost touched the floor. To have the silky strands wrap around his hands as he held her head while she sucked on his cock would be divine. And her ass was spectacular, just like a peach. Her key noted she was into anal play, maybe they could explore that channel later.

Damn, he needed to stop daydreaming about everything he wanted to do with her and get busy. With her head down he had a time limit to pleasure her. He wouldn't want her to pass out before she climaxed.

"You've been a very bad girl, Cassandra."

"What?" She sounded surprised. Good, he was pleased about that.

"That's three times you've spoken without my permission. When you knelt at my side, you gave me the right to punish you."

"Oh, yes, but--"

"Are you arguing with me?"

She was quiet for a moment then answered on a quivering voice. "No, Sir."

"Good." Raising the crop, he dragged the folded leather tip across her ass, and heard her indrawn breath. "Count them off for me sweetheart."

"Yes, Sir."

He didn't give her a moment to think about what was coming. Instead he started right in with the first stroke. With a loud snap, the leather tip landed in the middle of her right cheek.


When she called out the first, he quickly gave another for her to count off, and then another. Each sharp tap landed in a different area than the others. Without pausing, he peppered red marks all around her white ass. The last one landed low, near her thigh on the underside of her cheek and within an inch of her pussy lips. Her backside gave a delicious jiggle before it settled down and she called out on a shaking voice, "Ten!"

He put the crop back down and picked up a condom wrapper. Stepping up onto the metal base of the vault, he scrapped the foil edge over her tender backside so she'd know he was putting one on, as her key had required.

"Yes, yes, yes!" She sounded anxious to be taken.

Max unzipped and unbuckled his pants, then tore open the package. Taking his cock in hand, he pinched the tip of the condom and carefully rolled the sheath down over the four metal balls of his magic cross piercing. Once it was on, he pressed the Latex covered hard-on against her thigh with one hand while the other slid in to test her readiness. Dipping a finger between her pink folds, he had little doubt she was primed, ready for him.

"Shit, sweetheart, your cunt is a pool of honey."

"Fuck me, please!" The beauty was pleading and it made him even harder. He wished he could take her further along the road of begging for his cock. Unfortunately time was of the essence. Later, he'd have her on her knees, imploring him for more.

Using two fingers, he held her slit open and nudged the crown inside her moist cunt. Once he had a steady stance, hands rested on the vault beside her hips, he thrust in to her. With a sure and solid stroke, he didn't pause until he nudged her womb. Grunting over the energy he expelled, he pushed for a little bit more space. His balls pressed against the leather-covered device.

Cassandra moaned. The rubber dulled the metal balls decorating his dick, although he was sure she'd still be able feel them glide along her walls. Giving her a moment to adjust to his size, he reached around her hip to make sure her clit was uncovered and pushed up against the vault.

When this was done, he put his hands on her hips and held her so she didn't move even the slightest bit and she had to take what he gave her. Max pulled free of her vice-like grip and pushed in again through the clenching muscles. He repeatedly plowed through her hot, clenching pussy, driving them both closer to the peak. She was close to coming, he could feel it in her shaking legs. Her groans were becoming higher pitched, and her slit gripped him firmly, as if afraid she'd never feel a cock again.

She would and did, again and again.

"Here you go, is this what you want?" He fucked her slowly, so they could both experience the pleasure to the fullest. Although he found it difficult, she was so tight and lush, he wanted to come and then go another round with her.


"Yes?" It was difficult to keep his head on straight while fucking her. She'd already broken the rules and he'd punished her, but he would be more than happy to discipline her some more. However, in the back of his mind was the desire to keep pushing his dick inside her until they both came.

"Sir! Oh yes, yes!"

Because he couldn't help himself any longer, he started fucking faster, adding more power to his strokes, until he was hammering in and out of her tight hold. Their bodies slapped against each other, sticking together with the sweat their passion created. His grip tightened on her hips and he felt her orgasm break around him. The tight vortex threatened to pull him into her body. He struggled, but managed to pull his cock out a bit before he slammed back in, thrusting through the clenching rings of her cunt.

Three, maybe it was the fourth stroke, was all he managed before blasting his cum into the rubber. With one last resounding grunt of pleasure, he rested his forehead on her back and tried to catch his breath. His dick kept throbbing from within her unrelenting hold. His heavy breathing sounded like he'd run a marathon, and he felt like it as well, although he was pleased when he noticed he could feel her panting beneath him.

He didn't want to leave her cunt, ever. Max could still feel the dull pulsating zings of her release run along his length. For the first time in his life, he resented the presence of something separating him from feeling every inch of her pussy. To experience her climax, feel each muscle as it squeezed and pulsed around him would be very gratifying. But, to then shoot his seed deep inside her, well, that would surely be an unimaginable pleasure.

Where had his mind gone! He needed to get her up. She would be light headed with all the blood rushing to her head.

Pulling his dick free of her lush grip, he smiled, pleased when he heard her give what sounded like a half-hearted mewl of disappointment. Ripping the condom off, he tied it off and tossed it into a basket before working to get her off the vault. When they finally stepped back and away from the steel frame, she slipped to her knees.

Terrified to think she'd fainted, he wasn't prepared for her to take his cock in her mouth and suck as if her life depended on it. Her tongue explored the four metal balls decorating the crown and prodded the hole, probably searching for more cum.

With his suit coat still on and his pants barely hanging on, he looked down and wasn't surprised to see his dick coming back to full strength under her ministrations. In a minute, he was hard and ready to fuck some more. She only had the first few inches in her mouth, but it was seeing those lips spread wide around his dick, banding it with pink, that had him spreading his legs a bit wider. As he'd imagined earlier, he plowed his fingers through her hair and held onto her head while she suckled on him, moaning and waiting to be fed.

It wasn't long in coming, not when she looked up at him with her heavy-lidded black eyes, the only bit visible beneath her half-mask.

She moved her hands up, took his cock in her hand, and held it still while she licked and sucked like she was starved. The wet oral loving and watching her enjoy ravishing him was intoxicating. Being fully dressed made him feel even more the dominant who controlled this woman and her passion. It was a wicked moment, and all he could handle before he toppled down into his orgasm.

"Shit!" was the only warning he had time to offer before he started blasting seed into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop of cum. As if looking for approval for what she'd done, Cassandra opened her mouth to show him none remained. Stroking a hand over her head, he gave her the appreciation she'd sought and deserved.

"Such a good girl, you give a perfect blowjob and are a prime fuck as well." After he helped her stand up again, she stunned him further by wrapping her arms around him and holding on. Max liked this spontaneous show of affection from her. He hadn't expected it, and now didn't want it to end. "Shall we go to Room Five, or do you need to leave? You may speak."

"I'd very much like to continue this evening with you." As she spoke, she redressed him. Tucking in his shirt, she stroked her hand over his semi-hard dick before tucking it in, zipping his pants and started doing the belt when he covered her hands with his. She looked up at him.

"Then there's no need to get dressed, is there?"

"No, I guess there isn't."

"Oh dear, you didn't learn your lesson, did you?"

The beauty had the audacity to smile at him as she rubbed her sore ass. Apparently she'd learned and ignored it.

He wanted desperately to lean down and lay his mouth against hers, absorb the essence of her wanton beauty through the full lips. To feel them open beneath his, surrendering to his desires, but he couldn't. In black and white, noted on her key before the infamous no relationships line, she had only one other condition. No kissing on the mouth.

To hell with her rules, he wanted more.