The Cabin Ch. 04

"That's a good pony," she said. "Turn around and face the audience."

Ari turned towards the crowd but did not make eye contact. I inhaled sharply at the sight of his erection, pink along the shaft and almost purple towards the tip, with a slight upward curve. Isabel grabbed handful of something from the pile of produce.

"Open your mouth, pony." She popped four cherry tomatoes between his lips. "You are to hold these between your teeth but do not bite down on them. Is that understood?"

Ari nodded, his cheeks full and flushed.

Isabel addressed Gareth. "Will you allow me the use of your submissive?"

"Of course." Gareth placed a hand upon Sonya's back, nudging her forward.

"Thank you. Now," she turned her attention to Sonya, whose eyes were also trained on Ari's cock. "I want you to kneel before Ari and pleasure him with your lips and tongue, but do not take him fully into your mouth."

"Yes, Mistress." Sonya dropped to her knees. She crawled across the hardwood until her face was level with Ari's crotch.

My clitoris pulsated. Adrian tweaked my nipples, sending currents of pleasure downward. It took everything I had not to cry out as I watched Sonya drag her tongue along the bottom and sides of Ari's shaft. He groaned around the tomatoes, bucking his hips gently as she kissed and fluttered her tongue beneath his head, on the frenulum.

I reached behind me to grasp Adrian's cock. He inhaled sharply, pinching my nipples hard.

"Bad," he growled.

I pouted, letting my hand fall to my side. He released my breasts and sidestepped to the stove, dipping a spoon into the puttanesca to taste it, adding a few pinches of salt and a handful of chopped fresh parsley.

Isabel turned to me. "Aubrey, I'd like you to assist Sonya."

I swallowed and glanced at Adrian, who nodded. I dropped onto all fours and crawled towards Sonya and Ari, catching my knee on the apron's ragged skirt. How graceful, I thought, my cheeks burning.

Ari gazed down at us, sweat dripping from his brow. I locked eyes with Sonya, who shifted to the side to provide adequate room for us both. Licking my lips, I kissed the head of Ari's cock, slipping my tongue out to collect a drop of salty pre-cum. Sonya and I concentrated on our respective halves, dragging our tongues from base to tip. Ari moaned thrusting his pelvis outward.

My tongue grazed Sonya's at the head of Ari's erection, her right cheek pressing against my left. She turned her head slightly, French kissing me, our tongues caressing one another at the very end of Ari's cock. Little by little, we slid our open mouths along his length, tongues sliding against the underside of his shaft as the tips of our noses brushed one another. I tasted Sonya's saliva and smelled her sweet breath, entranced by her hazel eyes and inhumanly long eyelashes.

A sharp smack above my head drew my attention upward. Ari whimpered, his knees trembling. Isabel patted his chest with the riding crop a couple of times before striking him again. I admired the patchwork of red splotches upon his torso.

I heard the whoosh of the crop and then the sharp sting of the leather tongue against my right buttock. "Ah!" I shrieked.

She glared at me. "Did I say you could stop?"

"No, Mistress." I embedded the tip of my tongue into the ridge beneath Ari's head. My ass stung where Isabel had struck it, a concentrated tingling sensation. I wondered how it would feel to have my cunt spanked in a similar fashion.

Each thwap of the crop against his chest caused the muscles in his torso and groin to tense. His cock bobbed and twitched as Sonya and I alternated doling out long, deliberate laps. Our eyes met once again and I noticed a glint of mischief staring back at me. We resumed our previous efforts, wrapping our mouths about Ari's shaft on either side, gliding back and forth over his cock as though our faces were fused. He panted, his cock twitching. I longed to make him come, to hear his muffled cries, to taste his semen and make him bite down on the tomatoes in his mouth, to witness Isabel's punishment.

I heard shuffling and the sound of a great deal of water being dispensed into the sink.

Adrian cleared his throat. "Dinner is ready."

"That's enough, girls." Isabel tapped our shoulders with the crop.

Ari whined as we withdrew. I glanced up at him, his brow knitted and cheeks bulging around the cherry tomatoes. Adrian sauntered up behind me and grasped my upper arm, guiding me to my feet. He untied the apron belt and slipped the strap over my head, leaving me completely exposed but relieved to be rid of the disgusting garment. Reflexively, I clasped my hands over my pubic mound.

It's a little late to be concerned with modesty, don't you think? I separated my fingers and rolled my shoulders back and down, thrusting my breasts outward.

Isabel cupped her hand in front of Ari's face. "Spit."

Ari opened his mouth, allowing the cherry tomatoes to tumble into her palm. She inspected them, pulling one from the pile and holding it up for him to see. My eyes widened, the corners of my mouth betraying my excitement.

"The skin is broken on this one. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Mistress." He bowed his head, crestfallen.

"And?"

"I apologize for disappointing you, Mistress."

"Go on." She gesticulated for him to keep groveling.

"I'm a failure and a disgrace, Mistress."

"Yes, yes. Continue."

I cringed, torn between envy and sympathetic humiliation.

"I don't deserve to wear my collar, Mistress."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far. But you must be reprimanded. Shall I whip your cock?" She touched the head of his erection.

"If it would please you, Mistress."

Isabel grasped the tip of Ari's cock, holding it steady as she brought the leather tongue of the crop down upon him, four times. He clenched his jaw, fighting to hold back the tears pooling at the corners of his wide-set eyes. A surge of pity rose up inside me, though my cunt tightened at the thought of being on the receiving end of such attentions.

Adrian placed a hand over my most recent welt. I flinched. "Show our guests to the dining room and then come back to help serve."

I nodded. On my way to the door, I overheard Adrian whisper a brief, "Thank you" to Isabel.

Once in the dining room, each guest claimed their respective seat, leaving the head and the chair to the right of the head empty for Adrian and me. Without hesitation, Sonya and Ari opted for places without utensils.

As I turned to leave, Gareth grabbed ahold of my wrist and pulled me flush against him, my groin level with his upper chest.

"I didn't much care for the rough treatment but I thoroughly enjoyed your part in tonight's performance. You look undeniably at home on your knees." He wrapped his arm around my hips, hugging me against the side of his torso. The softness of his shirt felt lovely against my bare, battered skin.

I glanced at the others. Isabel was seated directly across from him, with Ari to her right and Veronica perpendicular to him at the end of the table. Sonya sat at right angle to her, on Gareth's left, her hands in her lap. I smiled shyly, aware that all eyes were on me.

"Thank you," I squeaked.

Gareth reached his other hand up to stroke my pubic hair with the back of his fingers. I swallowed, my pulse quickening as my muscles tightened around the carrot. He dipped his hand between my legs to stroke my lips. My knees wobbled as he positioned his fingers upon my tender nub.

Isabel cleared her throat. "Adrian is expecting you, Aubrey."

I turned to her, my bottom lip quivering. "I—"

"She's fine," said Gareth.

Isabel's gaze narrowed. She shook her head. "You still think you have a fighting chance."

"Aubrey and I have an extensive and faithful history. In fact, I would argue that we've been lovers far longer than she and Adrian." He smiled up at me.

"Wh—how?" I gripped the back of Gareth's chair as he caressed me, stoking the familiar heat and pressure.

"I've always been there," he said, his voice low and hoarse. "What you see before you is merely a recent aesthetic."

"You mean you're the reason it's taken her more than ten years to realize that her vagina isn't just a glorified masturbatory device?" Veronica scowled at Gareth from behind her wine glass, emptying the contents into the back of her throat.

Gareth sighed, pressing harder on my clitoris. "And I suppose you side with Adrian in all of this?"

"Oh, I think you're both full of shit. Her, too." Veronica gestured to me with her chin.

"Hey, I—ah!" I clenched my teeth as my inner muscles spasmed around the tuber. The sting of Veronica's antagonism was no match for Gareth's fingers.

"That's it, Aubrey," Gareth cooed. "Come for me."

"Aubrey!" Adrian bellowed from the kitchen.

My eyes darted from Isabel to Veronica to Gareth as I struggled to recall why it would be in my best interest to wrench my cunt away from this man's expert attentions. His fingertips orbited my sensitive node as his other hand gripped the flesh of my outer thigh. My breasts were practically level with Gareth's face and he acknowledged this by taking my left nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I whined.

"Aubrey!" Adrian called again.

I panted, my mind reeling, painfully close to coming and long past disobeying my Dom. Gareth swirled his tongue over my nipple, sending bolts of pleasure downward to entice my cunt. Our eyes met and I could sense the optimism and insistence behind his stare. It would be so easy to let him win, I thought; to let him fuck me, right here, on the table, to end all of this madness. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by his determination to conquer me, to prove Adrian wrong.

But what about Adrian? I thought. What about everything I've accomplished over the last twenty-four hours? Guilt, shame, and mortification welled inside of me—not for being naked or sucking half of Ari's cock in front of this crowd, but for defying my Dom and disappointing myself.

I bit down hard on the inside of my cheeks, placing a hand on Gareth's forehead.

"Stop," I whispered.

Gareth glanced up at me, my nipple still in his mouth.

"Gareth, stop."

Knock, knock.

Gareth withdrew his fingers and released my breast as everyone turned to stare at the door to the back porch.

I squirmed out of Gareth's grasp, clitoris aching and heart pounding. My leash had fallen from its place within my collar during Gareth's ministrations. I tucked it back inside the deep purple chord and flung it over my shoulder before sauntering to the door, my inner thighs slick with moisture and itchy from grazing against the carrot greens. Steeling myself for an onslaught of icy wind, I turned the knob and drew the door open.

The carrot hit the hardwood with a gentle thud.

"Adrian!" I yelled, frozen with dread rather than cold.

Peter, my ex-husband, stood beneath the yellow, incandescent spotlight with his hands buried in the pockets of his leather jacket.

"It's about time," said Peter, his light blue eyes narrowing behind black frames. "Why the hell do you have Luna's collar around your neck?"

Heavy footsteps sounded behind me. "Aubrey, I'm not going to ask you aga—"

I glanced back to see Adrian gawking at Peter from the doorway. "Did you know he was coming?"

Adrian shook his head slowly, his expression an unnerving blend of surprise and indignation.

"Are you going to let me in or should I just stand out here all night?" asked Peter.

I retreated until my back connected with Adrian's front in the doorway. "I can't do this."

"Aubrey, let's ju—"

I turned to face him. "I can't do this."

Shoving him backward into the living room, I sprinted toward the staircase, my bare feet thundering against the hardwood floor as I ascended.