Seducing Chuck Ch. 02

Sindra the succubus and Rowan the fae went hunting for some fun and found the perfect guy at the club. After Sindra seduced him, sucked him off, rode his fingers to orgasm, and rode HIM in a car, he opted to join the two of them at their home for some more play.

Words in italics denote Rowan's use of fae mind magic.

*****

Chuck

The elevator dinged when we reached the top floor, then opened to the nicest apartment I'd ever seen. I followed Sindra and Rowan into the entryway. Marble, granite, wood, leather: every bit of it real. No linoleum in this place. I couldn't even begin to guess what the artwork was worth.

I shook my head in awe. The whole situation was... I didn't even have a word for it. I'd slammed back enough tequila at the club to be in that drunken haze, but I wasn't. Maybe I had passed out from all the alcohol, and Sindra riding my cock in the Porsche was just a dream.

Or hell, maybe I died and this was some sort of sexy afterlife. One with a pool table, snacks, and theater seating with every channel money could buy. Not to mention the sexy-as-hell woman wearing my new obsession: a jeweled butt plug.

Was there a religion like that? Because if so, I was gonna join it. Become the High Priest of Butt Plugs. And Sindra would be my goddess.

"You'll find the billiards table here," Rowan said pointing left, "and the theater-"

"Is that really what you brought me here for?" I asked.

Rowan laughed, an open, booming sound that made me smile with him. "Eager, aren't we," he said. I could hear the approval in his voice and it made me feel oddly happy.

"This way," Sindra said as took my hand and led me from the huge entry, through the apartment, and into a bedroom that looked like it should belong to royalty. That bed could easily have fit five people. I wondered if it ever did. And there was a strange weight bench in the corner. That would explain how Rowan got his physique.

But... there weren't any weights. Just a weird bench with bars and straps. What the hell was that for?

I didn't have time to wonder. Sindra was on me in seconds, her mouth pressed against mine, her body grinding against me. I groaned as she gripped me through my jeans. Hardly realized she was herding me toward the bed until the backs of my knees hit it and she pushed me down.

Sindra backed off then, leaving me sitting on the edge of the bed, panting and aching. "Rowan?" she said, her gaze never leaving my face.

She raised her arms straight up and Rowan lifted the bottom of her dress over her head. He unwrapped her like a present.

I thought I had seen beautiful before. I was wrong. Sindra was absolutely flawless. Her tits were round and perky, with silver dollar-sized, dusky pink nipples. Her chest tapered down to a thin waist, then flared out again at her hips, like an hourglass. Jesus. I wanted to touch, even reached out, but Rowan beat me to it.

He spooned himself behind her, running his hands up and down her sides, grazing her breasts. He bit her neck and she gasped. Rowan was holding some sort of chain that looked like a necklace he was going to put on her.

But it wasn't a necklace. It was nipple clamps. Oh, fuck me. He clamped each one on Sindra's hard little buds, and the way she groaned made me shudder with anticipation.

Her hand went to her perfect, smooth pussy and I watched her tease herself. Her beautiful face was hungry as she looked me up and down. My cock spasmed as I watched, mesmerized. Rowan lifted his own shirt off and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tits and tweaking the clamps. They were so fucking beautiful together.

"I want to taste you again," she said, sending a jolt through me. "Get naked."

I probably tore my shirt taking it off so fast. The pants put up a struggle, but soon, I was tossing them on the floor, too. Rowan had already shucked his pants by the time I was finished, and wow. Guy was... impressive. Thick muscles, washboard abs, a defined vee with a dark dusting of hair that led downward to...

I tore my stare away from him and put it back on Sindra, where it belonged. Of course, she had a knowing smile, and I blushed a bright shade of red. "I like these," I said, changing the subject. I gently tugged on the chain connecting the nipple clamps and she moaned.

"Lay back, big boy," she commanded, and I did, scooting myself back to the mountain of pillows near the headboard.

Sindra prowled across the bed on her hands and knees. Once she was between my spread legs, she began kissing and licking my chest, working her way down slowly to tease the skin all around my cock, but not sucking it yet. I wasn't sure if I'd ever been so hard in my life. My dick fucking wept for her.

Her lips grazed the inside of my thighs, the skin there so sensitive it caused goosebumps across my entire body. Rowan sat behind her, lazily stroking himself, getting off on watching. When she first took my balls in her mouth, I thought I might explode. I couldn't help but reach down and grip myself. I was starved for sensation.

Sindra pulled away immediately and spanked my hand. "Do you really prefer your hand to my mouth?" she asked, a playful look in her eyes. "Rowan, I think our boy needs a little help controlling himself."

With a dark chuckle, Rowan went to the nightstand and pulled out handcuffs. A thrill went through me. I'd never been handcuffed before, and these weren't the fluffy kind. They were metal, two sets of them, and a quick glance to either side showed two rings drilled into the headboard.

"Wait," I said. "I..." And I remembered asking Jenn if I could tie her up. She asked me if I was some sort of freak and didn't speak to me for the rest of the night. I wasn't going to be like Jenn. "Do I get a safe word?" I asked, voice cracking a little. I really wondered if they'd let me go when I wanted.

"Of course," Sindra said. "Just say 'Everest' if you want to stop." Her gentle smile warmed me through. And Rowan put the keys on top of the nightstand where I could see them.

I could trust them. I was okay. They were safe.

"Everest. Okay," I breathed. "Okay." I held out my arms and Rowan put the first handcuff on me, then clicked it through the ring in the headboard. Then he straddled me and snapped the second cuff into place. His crotch was close enough that I could smell his spicy musk, but he was off me quick as a cat, leaving me a full view of Sindra.

She resumed kissing and teasing the skin all around my cock but not giving me any friction there. The feeling of being helpless, unable to move my arms made it even more intense. I groaned like a man dying of thirst when she started licking my balls again, moving her tongue around them, sucking gently.

Sindra stared me in the eye when she put her hot, wet tongue at the base of my cock and licked a light, teasing path all the way to the tip. I was trembling, head to toe. She took my cock in her mouth and then I was completely at her mercy. She wrapped a small hand around my shaft, and, fuck... too slow. She was stroking too slow, and the way her tongue grazed my ridge nearly drove me insane.

I tried to thrust deeper in her mouth but she just laughed and pulled away. "Better stay still," she said, "or I might not finish."

Well, fuck. I could only moan in response as she began her cruel pace again. My precum was leaking out, a fucking stream of it, dribbling down past the head onto her hand. She used it to lube me. Between that and her spit, there was more than enough.

I glanced over a Rowan, a miserable look on my face, and he just grinned. "Mind if I join in?" he asked, but he didn't wait for a response. He moved behind Sindra again and tapped her plug. Her sharp exhale was hot and moist on my aching cock. He spanked her pussy lightly, and I could hear the wetness when he slid his fingers inside her.

Sindra had my cock head in her mouth, and when Rowan began to finger her, she moaned, and I damn near jumped out of my skin from the vibration. She continued teasing me with her tongue, and I watched as Rowan rose to his knees behind her. He gripped himself, stroking in time with Sindra's bobbing head.

I couldn't look away. They were so damn sexy together. I was on the edge of blowing my load when Sindra suddenly pulled away, leaving my cock twitching on my stomach. "Not yet," she whispered, and I half-heartedly tried to pull out of the cuffs. Yeah, that wasn't happening. Rowan was still behind her, and I heard him slap her butt cheek. I heard a strangled noise and realized it was me.

He gave me another devious smile and... He wasn't, was he? Oh, hell, no. That ass was supposed to be mine. I had a flash of relief when, instead of removing the plug, he pushed it in with his thumb and rubbed the tip of his dick along Sindra's pussy. I whimpered at how juicy she sounded. I wanted to taste.

She went back to work on me with her tongue and hands, arching her back even further to give Rowan better access. He lined up and plunged into her, balls-fucking-deep, his head thrown back, growling like a porn star.

I couldn't even. How many videos had I seen where a girl was getting penetrated by two guys at once? More than I could count. Real life was so much better. Except I was handcuffed.

With every solid thrust he delivered to Sindra, she pushed her head further down, my dick going deeper and deeper in her mouth. I groaned when I hit the back of her throat and kept going until she'd swallowed all of me. How was she even breathing?

I wanted to cum so bad, but she seemed more in tune with my body than I was. Each time I came close, she stopped moving. Then Rowan would thrust into her, rocking her back and forth, and the torture would begin again.

She swallowed me whole again, my entire length sheathed and unsheathed in her throat. When Rowan began putting pressure on the plug, she finally came up for air. Her spit and my precum dripped down her chin and she moaned and begged for him to do it harder.

Her tits jiggled as he thrust faster, leaving me frustrated and untouched. He grabbed Sindra's hips and, with the manliest growl I ever heard, whipped himself out of her and shot load after load of cum all over her back. And, I realized, over her and onto my chest. I could smell the fresh, salty tang of it. I wondered if it tasted like mine... I mean, yeah. Of course I had tasted my own semen. Who hasn't?

*****

Sindra

That was unexpected. Usually, Rowan waited to fuck me until much later in the night. I chose our boy well if my fae was having trouble holding back. His semen was still cooling on my back and poor Chuck was writhing with need. I was, too, after Rowan's performance. But my work was done.

There was enough of my succubus saliva on his cock and fae wine in his veins that he would remain on the verge of coming without being able to. Unless I willed it, of course. And I would wring every last drop of pleasure from him, leaving him a shuddering mess by the time I was done.

That was my favorite part. I gazed at Rowan fondly as he cleaned my back. My fae had been the recipient of such treatment many times. He'd promised me a queendom in Faery, had offered to conquer Earth in my name if only I would finish him. Eventually, I did. But I turned down the queendom. I enjoyed a simple life of lust and pleasure, and Rowan delivered it.

I caught a look of naked lust on his face as he gazed at Chuck's naked body and throbbing cock. He was going to scare the boy if he wasn't careful, but fortunately, Chuck's eyes were riveted to me. "Do you want to feel me again?" I asked him. "Would you like me to ride you?"

"Yes," he groaned. "Please. I'm gonna fucking explode." Not yet, he wouldn't. Not a chance. I swiped the glob of semen from his chest and sucked it off my finger. Then, I shimmied up his body and leaned in for a kiss.

Chuck hesitated but his desire won over. He opened his mouth to me, our tongues twined together, and he tasted Rowan. After thoroughly exploring his mouth, I broke off the kiss.

Chuck's chest was heaving, and the way he looked at me was like gas to a flame. I didn't miss how his gaze flicked to Rowan, too, who was already hard again. Our boy would be coming around soon enough. But first...

He gasped when I slid the wet line of my sex against his naked shaft, ready to take his length inside me. The fun in the car was quick, but this time, I would play his body like a fine violin.

"I can't wait for you to fill me again," I whispered in his ear. When he was lined up with my slit, I sat down on him, moving slow as honey. Chuck's moan was a thing of agonized beauty, and Rowan's sympathetic echo made it a duet in pleasure.

Fully sheathed, Chuck's breathing was shallow and a fine sheen of sweat covered him. I rocked my hips back and forth, grinding on him. He struggled against the handcuffs, probably didn't even realize he was doing it. "Please," he gasped. "Oh, god, please, faster."

I picked up the pace, moving up and down, back and forth, and happy in the knowledge that my blowjob had done the work of denial for me, so I could ride with abandon and come, shuddering around him.

"Watch me, Chuck," I commanded. His eyes snapped open again. "Watch me ride you while I play with my ass."

"So fucking sexy," he groaned, and he focused on my face, watching my expressions. As I rode him, I began working the plug, pressing it deeper, then releasing it. Just the right amount to provide pressure on my wall between it and Chuck's rock-hardness. "I feel so full," I groaned, and couldn't help the sounds coming out of me then, ragged and moaning. I brought myself to the very edge of orgasm.

The bed dipped as Rowan sat down to the left of us, stroking himself. He sat with his back mostly toward Chuck, but still close, and I saw the boy eyeing the fae's clenched muscles, flexing sides, and down, down, down where the blankets almost hid his ass. Rowan began to tease my nipples, pulling at the clamps and heightening my pleasure.

Chuck groaned and bucked his hips up, trying to get further inside me. I rode him, grinding down until he was deep as he could possibly go. "God, I need to come," he moaned. "But I want to pull out that plug and do it there."

The thought of him pounding into my ass from behind... that did it. Rowan, sensing the beginnings of my orgasm, yanked the chain of my nipple clamps, pulling them off completely. I came with a cry, the sparkles and fireworks shooting through my entire body, my walls and thighs clenching so tight against Chuck we could hardly move.

I fell forward and rode the last waves of my pleasure while Chuck continued to thrust into my quivering pussy with desperation. He felt the same intense pleasure without the release I just had.

Not that I was finished. Not even close. I was, after all, a succubus. I caught my breath and began to ride again. Rowan took the clamps, and, with a wicked smile, attached them to Chuck.

Our boy gasped and stopped moving, so I started bobbing up and down again. He eyed Rowan, wary. There was a bit of fear in his eyes, but also interest. Poor boy. Looked like he didn't know how to feel about it, and I was doing a fantastic job of distracting him.

"There are many types of pleasure," Rowan said, his deep voice rumbling. "And a little pain? You just saw what it did for our little darling here, didn't you? How she came so hard she squeezed you like a vice? Nipple clamps aren't just for women. Pleasure is pleasure. Your body is meant to be enjoyed - all of it."

I smiled to myself and unleashed a bit more of my lust magic. I knew Rowan was using his fae magic to ease the way.

Let the lessons begin.

*****

Chuck

I thought the nipple clamps would hurt like a bitch, and they did for a little bit, but that pain shot straight down to my balls, transforming to pleasure somewhere along the way.

That Rowan had put them on me was a little... weird, but he seemed to know what he was talking about. I mean, I thought Sindra's orgasm in the Porsche was hot, but the one she just had? Holy fuck. I don't know how I didn't blow a week's worth of cum into her the way she clenched me. Yeah, Rowan knew a lot about pleasure.

I should learn to enjoy my body. All of it. I was okay. They were safe.

Sindra was bobbing up and down on me again and she was so wet there was hardly any friction. Not that I minded. I was bottoming out every time and the pressure on my head was beyond intense. My cock hadn't stopped tingling.

"I want to touch you," I moaned. "Bend you over and take you from behind. For fuck's sakes, please let me take out that plug." I didn't feel ashamed for begging. I'd do damn near anything to feel her ass.

She licked her lips and grinned, then ground down on me one more time. Sindra lifted off me and rose to standing, giving me an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. "Care to release him?" she asked Rowan. She hopped off the bed, flashing my jeweled obsession at me.

"Of course," Rowan said. He grabbed the keys from the table and straddled me again to unlock the handcuffs, and I thought briefly about how he tasted when Sindra kissed me. Salty and a little sweet. My abs clenched and I turned my head away from his erect cock. "Does my penis disgust you?" he asked.

What the hell do you say to that kind of question?

"I don't have a problem with your penis," I said, feeling lame.

"Nor should you," he said, all nonchalant. "I certainly don't have a problem with yours."

"Are you gay?" I asked, feeling like an idiot the moment it was out of my mouth. He'd just taken Sindra doggystyle in front of me. Rowan grinned and released the last handcuff, then backed off.

"I am a lot of things, Chuck," he said, massaging his dick as he talked to me. I couldn't stop staring. "So are you. And I enjoy what brings me pleasure, regardless of what package it comes in. Doing so makes me no less a male. In fact, I control and decide on my own sexuality. I don't let others dictate it for me, because I am not weak."

"Oh," I said. I mean, it made sense. Sort of.

He was free. I could be free like him. To enjoy my body as I wanted. I was okay. They were safe.

"So, you want to remove my jewel?" Sindra asked. I nodded. "I have one rule about that."

That sounded interesting, but I wasn't paying a lot of attention to what she was saying because she was sprawled on her side at the foot of the bed, trailing her fingers along her different dips and curves.

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah. If you get to play with mine, I get to play with yours."

Well, that snapped me out of it. "Wait, what?" I asked.

"You heard me," she said, coy smile on her face. "I want to play with your asshole."

I was stunned. Jenn had never said anything like that. "But why?"

"Rowan?" she said. "Care to explain some male anatomy?"

He chuckled. "I think it's better if you show him."

"Show me what?" I asked, wary as fuck at where this was going.

"So that's a yes?" Sindra asked. I blushed red as an apple and stumbled over several tries at making a sentence. Naked, Sindra crawled the entire length of the bed while I floundered. She took me in her mouth and sucked until I stopped sputtering. "Just say the safe word, and I'll stop, Chuck. I promise. I'll be gentle. And remember: I play with yours, and you get to play with mine. Any way you wish. Now scoot down. I want you to taste me while I suck you off."

There really weren't words. None that I knew, anyway, to say what I was feeling at that moment. I wanted Sindra's ass. I wanted to pull out the jeweled butt plug and bury myself in her, over and over again, until I filled her up with a week's worth of cum. Then I wanted to do it again while she sucked Rowan off, wanted to see them together like that. It was a vision I couldn't get out of my head. I wanted to know about the other pleasures Rowan talked about. To be free.