Aria Taverner was thirty years old and this was her very first ride in a helicopter. She was bursting with excitement but trying to act cool and adult at the same time. Although it was damn hard to be cool and adult about being flown in a private helicopter to an island resort for a whole week of BDSM and sex along with the sun, sand, and surf.
The Caves of Correction resort was the place she was going to right now with her three best friends, Maddy, Piper, and Kenz. They’d all gone to see the “Fifty Shades of Grey” movie together and then had this brilliant cool idea of trying BDSM for themselves in a safe environment.
The contract was pages and pages of really basic questions.
“What kinds of punishment do you wish to explore? Check all that apply. Flogging, whipping, caning, paddling…” Aria had ticked the boxes for every one of them. And all the boxes for sex as well. Vaginal, oral, anal, more than one man. Hell yes she was ready to taste the entire smorgasbord of offerings. If she didn’t like something well at least she’d know for the future. She’d even checked a couple of the boxes for fantasies. She could picture herself dressed in seven veils and dancing for a “prince” or “sheik” before being dragged into his tent and pleasured most thoroughly.
And then there was her big secret. One she hadn’t even hinted at to any of her friends. A forced seduction fantasy. One where the prince or sheik or pirate abducts her, ties her up, and pleasures her until she’s screaming and begging him to fuck her.
Aria’s nipples tightened just at the memory of writing that on her contract form. It was there alongside her safe word. She’d chosen “popsicle” just like Anastasia in the movie. Aria’s pussy dampened at the thought of some big man tying her up and carrying her over his shoulder into his tent. She shook her head and looked out of the huge windows of the helicopter. Were they even called windows on a helicopter? The Carolina mainland was well behind them now and an island, likely the one they were going to, was coming up in front of them.
She could see a lot of green, probably trees. Yes. As they neared the island she could see it was covered with trees, until they circled over a grassy area and the helicopter landed gently. Her ride was over but damn, it’d been exciting. A totally breath-taking way to start their vacation.
They’d only been permitted one small carry-on for their luggage, but that was because there wasn’t much room in the helicopter once the four of them plus the pilot got in. She didn’t mind. T-shirts and shorts and a bikini didn’t take up much space anyway.
Aria disembarked with her friends and stood braiding the ends of her hair until she realized she was doing it, and then she thrust her hands in her jeans pockets. It was a nervous mannerism she’d had all her life and she really ought to stop touching her hair.
The pilot handed their paperwork one by one to a group of men waiting for them. They all wore the navy-blue Caves of Correction T-shirt with the writing in white embroidery over their pocket. The man who called her name was every bit as delicious-looking as the pilot. They bred big handsome men here. Or maybe they only hired yummy-looking ones.
“I’m Cayden Marshall. Please follow me,” he said.
She took hold of the handle of her carry-on and followed the man. He was well over six foot to her five five, and had curly brown hair and brown eyes. Her own eyes were brown but his were much richer and darker, just like chocolate. Oh yes he was nice. I hope that means he’s going to be my Dom. I bet he knows how to paddle an ass to perfection.
Aria looked all around as they walked but the path they were on was a tiny narrow trail. So narrow in fact his broad shoulders scarcely fit between the shrubbery on either side of the path. They turned onto a second trail, and then a third, until they arrived at a wooden cottage with a sturdy door. Cayden unlocked it and waved her in, turning on the lights as he did, but not coming past the threshold himself.
He handed her the copy of her contract which the pilot had given him. “You have until midnight to change your mind about any or all items on the contract. Until then you can choose to leave immediately, or decide not to do some of the activities you’ve checked. But after midnight the contract is set. The only way to change your mind after midnight is to say your safe word. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.”
“What is your safe word?”
“Read your contract carefully, make any changes, and leave it on the table here.”
He closed the door and was gone.
Aria was aching to come. The spankings had heated her blood to the point where she was ready to scream at them to fuck her. But her brain wasn’t totally fried yet and she couldn’t answer the question honestly. She knew she must always tell the truth or her Masters wouldn’t know how to please her But she wasn’t sorry she’d untied her bindings. It’d given her a sense of achievement as well as filling in the time until they’d arrived.
So she hedged and whispered, “Please, Master, fuck me.” That, at least was honest.
He drove two fingers into her cunt startling her. She’d been expecting a cock. But before she could do more than gasp, his cock slammed into her ass. This was no gentle wiggle and rock until she’d adjusted to his length and girth. Instead it was a hard burn driving all the way into her ass, making every nerve ending scream in pain. But once he was deep inside her the nerves started tingling again with pleasure. So she blinked the water from her eyes and caught her breath. That maneuver had shocked her, but damn, it’d been effective.
Seb stood behind her head lowering his cock to her mouth, “Suck me,” he ordered. Confidently she took him into her mouth and licked all around his head, wetting him thoroughly before sucking him inside and filling her mouth with him.
Then Cayden stepped over her body, his back to her and held her pussy lips open with two fingers. He pushed his cock inside her cunt, forcing it deeper and deeper, but her tissues stretched to accommodate him and soon he was all the way inside her. All she could see now was Seb leaning over her, keeping his cock in her mouth where he wanted it. She had the impression of all three men moving slightly so they were all in the correct position, but no one was complaining and all three cocks were in her body, so however they’d arranged it, clearly the method worked. But then she suspected it was something they’d done before and had stage managed to perfection.
“Swallow me. Take me all the way down your throat. I want to feel how tight it is around my dick,” said Seb.
Obediently she licked up and down his erection, wetting it carefully, and then she let his cockhead rest against the back of her throat. It opened and she swallowed Seb’s cock, deep throating him as she’d learned all those years ago and just rehearsed yesterday.
It was difficult to concentrate on him though, because Leo and Cayden were doing amazing things with the rest of her body. Now she knew there were only three of them she could understand who was touching her where, but it was still pretty mind-blowing.
Six hands on her body were four more than she’d experienced before last night, and it was more than enough to send her wild with desire.
Leo’s touch was worshipful, coaxing her body to respond to him. Cayden’s was possessive and demanding, ordering it to do his bidding. Seb’s was light and teasing, something, stretching, sometimes pinching, but never predictable in touch, weight or style. Together the three of them sent her spiraling into need at rocket speed.
They matched their strokes, pounding in and out of her in total synchronicity. That was damn arousing too. Knowing that they deliberately worked together, intentionally driving her higher and higher. Cayden was pinching and stretching her clit. It was as hot as fire and she knew the orgasm coiled in her belly was going to break out soon. Seb’s hands on her nipples were teasing them just right She never knew where he’d touch her or how much pressure he’d use, but all she knew was that she wanted it and wanted him to keep doing it.
Seb grabbed her hair, pulling her head off the narrow spanking bench. He bent over her, driving his cock so deep down her throat her lips touched his balls. The pain in her head compounded by the pleasure in the rest of her body made her lose control and her orgasm charged through her, shaking her so hard she was glad there were three men to catch her if she fell off the bench with the power of her release.
Instead they all paused for a moment, and then began slamming into her harder than ever.