Things heat up

Reaching room seven, I knock on the door. Bayard opens it wearing only his boxers and motions for me to come inside. Blushing, I walk past him into the room. Before I am fully past him, he shuts the door, lifts me against it, and french kisses me. My legs wrap around his waist, and my hands grab his shoulders. Then I kiss him back as one hand slips under my robe and grips my ass. His other hand starts undoing the robe and pushing it off. Once the robe has fallen to the ground, both his hands squeeze my ass.

He carries me over to the bed and throws me down on it.

“Are you sure you’re good with this?” Bayard asks.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Bayard smiles as he picks up the rope lying on the bed and starts binding me to the bedposts spread eagle. Then he opens the end table drawer and pulls out a blindfold.

“Do you trust me, Dixie?”

I look up from the blindfold into Bayard’s eyes, “I trust you.”

Bayard gently puts the blindfold on me. “We will use the basic safe word trio: green, yellow, and red.”

“Okay.”

The room goes silent. Suddenly, I jerk as I feel something freezing on my nipple, an ice cube. My struggling proves futile as the rope bindings don’t allow me to get away. This attempt to get away does earn me something, a light smack to my clit. Once again, I try to jerk away.

“Sensitive, Dixie?” Bayard asks in a whisper beside my ear.

“Yes!”

Then I feel something warm and wet envelope my right tit. I realize it’s Bayard’s mouth as his tongue flicks against my nipple, and he starts to suck on my tit. Then he brings the ice cube to my other tit, rubbing it around my nipple. The sensations cause my nipples to harden and my pussy to throb.

“Oh God, Bayard.”

Then it all stops, his mouth, his tongue, and the ice disappear. All that's left is the wet moisture left on my tits. The bindings restrict me from reaching out and pulling him back to me. The throbbing of my pussy has me struggling a little with the bindings.

My clit gets slapped, and then an ice cube is pressed against it.

"What color, Dixie?"

"Gggreen." I stutter.

He pulls the ice cube away. The next moment, I feel Bayard's breath against my ear. The close proximity has my arms breaking out in goosebumps.

"How far can I go, Dixie? I need to know the limits."

"You can use the ice cubes." He moves a little further away from me after I say that.

"I know I can.” He proves this by sliding an ice cube between my tits, down my stomach, and stopping just before it reaches my belly button. “Be specific, Dixie. You know what you offered me in exchange for Sabina not getting in trouble. Are you still okay with me doing it, Dixie?” He slides the ice cube gently along only the lips of my pussy.

“YES! Please, Bayard.”

“Ah. Ah. Ah.” He slaps my clit. Instantly, I’m biting my bottom lip as my sexual frustration grows even more. “I told you to be specific.”

“Please don’t make me say it again, Bayard. It was embarrassing enough saying it the first time.”

“Oh, Dixie. That’s why I want to hear you say it. I want to hear the words leave your mouth as your cheeks become red. Your innocence is such a turn-on, Dixie.” He moves closer again so his lips are a breath away from my ear. “Especially since I know just how naughty you can be.” My juices start leaking out of my pussy.

“You can do anything you want. You can have complete control. I want you to. There I said it, are you happy, now?” I rush out as my face is no doubt red.

Bayard tsks at me. “It seems you’ve got quite the attitude today.”

“No, I’m sorry. Please, I just want to cum.”

“Greedy and an attitude problem. No, you’re going to have to be punished. I can’t have you becoming a brat, now can I?”

“Please, Bayard, I’m sorry.”

“Shhh, Dixie I’m on the phone.” I stay silent, thinking I can figure out what he’s planning based on his phone conversation. However, instead of hearing him talking on the phone, I hear his footsteps retreating. Once he begins speaking it’s quietly and too far away for me to make out what exactly is being said.

When he comes back over, he removes the blindfold. “You remember the safe words, Dixie?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” We hear a knock at the door. Bayard goes over and opens it.

To my surprise, Roxy walks in wearing a black split cup bra and crotchless panties set. Besides her name, all I know about her is she is tan and tall with brown hair and eyes. Roxy looks questioningly at me bound to the bed.

“Ah. Don’t mind, Dixie. She requires some punishment. You don’t mind helping me with that, do you?”

Roxy’s face becomes seductive as she turns to Bayard. “I’ll help you in whatever way you want.” I can’t help but roll my eyes at this.

Bayard smiles and bends her over the foot of the bed. Not wasting any time he pushes his boxers down just enough and slams his cock inside her. My eyes go wide at the sight before me as Roxy lets out a loud moan of pleasure.

“What color, Dixie?” Bayard stays buried inside her as he looks at me, waiting for an answer. I can’t think at first just staring at the sight in front of me.

Swallowing, to make sure I don’t start drooling I answer, “Green.”

With that said, Bayard begins to mercilessly pound Roxy’s cunt with his cock. The whole time though, Bayard keeps his eyes on me. My pussy, at first, starts throbbing. As it progresses though, my pussy gets soaked, and I begin trying to move to play with myself. It’s impossible though as I’m still bound to the bedposts spread eagle. So frustrated, I bite my lip and slam my head back against the pillow closing my eyes.

“Eyes on me, Dixie.” For a brief second, I consider ignoring him. However, being the obedient person I am, I open my eyes and lift my head back up. Maybe I’m a bit of a masochist. Bayard moves one hand to her tit, roughly fondling it causing Roxy’s pleasured moans to increase. “What color, Dixie?”

“Green.”

Bayard smiles and pulls out of Roxy. Then he has her flipped over and laying with only her back on the bed. He thrusts back inside her, and she wraps her legs around him. As he restarts the hard fucking she digs her nails the comforter and arches her back. Even fucking her in this position, his focus is still on me.

Staring into my eyes Bayard says, “You’re so fucking naive, Dixie. I don’t want you to do anything I want to like her.” He nods his head down toward Roxy. “No, I want to bring out all your hidden desires and push you to your limits. To have you want me to pound that pretty tight cunt of yours.”

Breathily I ask, “Why?” I’m so entranced by him I don’t even notice how he’s slowed down to a gentle pace.

He smirks, “So naive.” Then it’s as if the spell is broken. He pulls out of Roxy’s pussy and my eyes go to his big hard cock covered in her juices. Roxy moves down onto her knees in front of him. He grabs her hair and pulls it so she is looking up at him. “I’ll give you two options, Dixie. Option one you’ll suck me off but you will not be allowed to cum. Or I’ll allow you to get yourself off while Roxy sucks me off.”

My eyes go from Bayard down to Roxy. She’s still kneeling on the floor looking up at him. There hint as to what she wants me to choose. So I contemplate which I should choose as I look down at my soaking pussy. I can still feel it tingling. Bayard’s talking has only seemed to make the need I feel there stronger. I look back up at Bayard and for some reason answer, “I want to suck you off.” Maybe I am a masochist.

Bayard smiles and asks, “What about Roxy?”

“Umm, I don’t know.”

“Would her watching excite you, Dixie?” I automatically try to squeeze my legs together as the thought of that excites me.

Noticing Bayard tells her to stay and begins undoing the rope that binds me. He starts with undoing the rope bindings at my wrists before undoing the bindings at my ankles. Once I’m free he’s back to standing where he was when he fucked Roxy.

“Now come here and suck my cock like the good girl you are.”

For some reason, this brings a smile to my face as I crawl across the bed on my hands and knees. Definitely, a masochist. With my head, right in front of his very prominent erection, I open my mouth. At first, I start with just the tip of his cock, sucking it as my tongue continuously flicks against it. My right-hand wraps around the base of his cock massaging it and my left-hand reaches up rubbing his nipple. I hear Bayard mutter fuck and moan around his cock. Immediately his hand is gently gripping my hair. I stop for a minute expecting him to take over and shove more of his dick in my mouth.

“Keep going, Dixie. So good.”

At his compliment, I keep going and take more of his cock in my mouth. Once I’ve got half of his cock in my mouth, his hold on my hair tightens and starts spurting his cum down my throat as I swallow every drop.

Once he’s finished, he releases me. Immediately, I sit back on my legs and wipe at any cum that spilled onto my face.