The Cabin Ch. 05

"Yes." I smiled at him. "I'm fine."

He stopped walking and turned to face me, taking my chin between his fingers and wrapping his arm around my waist.

"You don't need to worry about me," I said.

"But it's what I do best." Gareth touched his lips to mine.

I leaned into him and chastised myself for ever thinking him cliché. He pulled me flush against his warm chest and I felt the stirrings of an erection beneath the fly on his pants. My inner muscles clenched, reminding me that I had yet to be thoroughly fucked. Gareth's hands smoothed down my hip, coming to rest where my thighs met my buttocks. He lifted me into his arms and I wrapped my limbs around him to keep from falling, painfully aware of his cock against my clitoris.

"We should get back. Isabel—" I whispered.

"I could fuck you on one of the couches."

Oh. I bit my bottom lip as he kissed my neck. "I, um, we—"

"We could end all of this craziness. I could keep you safe." Gareth ground himself into me, his palms squeezing my tender backside.

My heart thundered in my ears. All I could think about was his heat, his size and stiffness, what it would feel like to have him inside me.

"It's never a good idea to keep me waiting." Isabel's deep, sensuous voice interrupted my reverie. She stood in the doorway between the living and dining rooms, her hands on her hips.

Gareth ceased kissing me and allowed my legs to straighten and my feet to touch the floor. He reached into his front pocket, adjusting himself. "Forgive me, Madame. I got a bit carried away."

"Yes, well." She narrowed her gaze. "There will be plenty of time for that. Come."

I took a deep breath and followed her into the dining room. Ari and Sonya were already splayed across the width of the table, their calves dangling off the edge. There was enough space between them for one more body.

"Aubrey," said Isabel. "Take your place upon the table. Arms at your sides."

I nodded and climbed onto the mahogany slab. My left shoulder brushed Ari's and I was surprised at the amount of heat radiating off of him. Adrian stood with his arms crossed on the far side of the table, gazing down at me, his groin inches away from my head. He did not look amused.

Isabel slipped the pinstripe jacket from her shoulders and draped it over the back of a chair. She gripped the handle of the riding crop with one hand, palming the leather tongue in the other. "I would like each Dominant to stand before their submissive. Veronica, would you be so kind as to take my place in front of Ari while I facilitate the exercise?"

"Why not?" She sighed, meandering around the table to stand between Ari's knees. She bit the inside of her cheek as she regarded his cock, which was hard even now.

Gareth and Adrian took their respective places in front of Sonya and me. I looked down at the sheen of moisture coating my inner thighs—remnants of my arousal brought on by Gareth's attentions. Gareth watched me from the corner of his eye, amused, the front of his dress pants dampened by my arousal.

Isabel's heels clacked against the hardwood as she paced the room, dragging the tip of the crop across Ari's collarbone, then mine, then Sonya's. The leather was warm from having been in her palm. Adrian rested his hands upon my thighs, caressing the welts with his thumbs. I winced.

"Dominants," she said. "Your goal is to make these submissives orgasm using either manual or oral means. You will have thirty seconds, per interval, to do so." She held up a small, classic kitchen timer that I recognized as having come from the pantry. "When this buzzer sounds, you will step to your right and begin servicing the sub in front of you. Submissives—" She tapped Ari's forehead with the crop. "You are to refrain from achieving orgasm. The sub who fails to follow these instructions will be punished and regarded as an embarrassment to his or her Dominant."

I panicked, my chest heaving. Adrian dug his fingertips into my thighs and smiled down at me; I didn't stand a chance. A floorboard creaked and we both turned to find Peter leaning against the doorframe.

"Don't mind me," he said, his mouth twisted into a look of disapproval I knew all too well.

Isabel cleared her throat. The timer gave a quiet squeal as she rotated the plastic knob. "You may begin."

I watched Gareth roll up his sleeves and slip Sonya's panties off of her legs before dipping his hands between them. My attention shifted to my left at the outpouring of Ari's enthusiastic moans and the sight of Veronica taking his purple-tipped erection into her palm.

Adrian smoothed his hands up and down my thighs, inching closer and closer to my pubic area with each stroke. By the time he reached my cunt, I'd forgotten all about Peter and his disparaging stare. My clitoris pulsated as Adrian slid two fingers alongside it, coaxing my arousal. I cried out as he slipped the two fingers of his other hand into my cunt, curling them, massaging the soft tissue. I was ripe.

Sonya whimpered into my right ear as Ari groaned into my left. The pleasure chorus drowned out my own thoughts until I was nothing but a bundle of nerves. Adrian drew his slick fingers out of me and began circling my clitoris. I gripped the edge of the table with both hands, the sharp corners cutting into my palms as I struggled to retain a degree of composure.

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

I squeezed my eyes shut. My back arched of its own accord as the pressure behind my clitoris mounted, swelled, and threatened to spill over. Ari's knee nudged mine and I opened my eyes to find Veronica licking the head of his cock. His cheeks were ruddy, his jaw clenched. At this proximity, there was no denying his loveliness. He turned to me and our eyes locked, both of us panting and sweating. His lips brushed my shoulder, followed by his teeth. I moaned.

The timer rang out: a shrill, discordant racket.

"Switch," said Isabel.

Adrian narrowed his gaze and stepped in front of Ari, who swallowed hard.

"Your Dom scares me," Ari whispered. "In a good way."

"He's good at that," I said.

Gareth moved to stand between my legs.

"She looks about ready to lose it," said Gareth.

"We'll see." Adrian glared at him.

Gareth rested a hand on my pubic mound, centering his thumb over my clitoris. I whimpered and then shrieked, as Adrian reached across and thrust two fingers inside me.

"Pardon me, mate." He smoothed my natural lubricant onto Ari's cock, which glistened in the warm light of the chandelier.

The young man's cries filled the room as Adrian pumped his erection. Gareth snickered, rolling his eyes. Sonya turned her head towards me, gasping into my ear. Veronica's face was between her legs, tongue fluttering at the apex of her thighs. She grasped my palm, intertwining her fingers with mine. Gareth lowered his head, wrapping his forearms around my legs as he fixed his hot mouth over my slit. I squealed, spreading my thighs wider to accommodate his undulant tongue.

Adrian stroked Ari's cock with both hands. His expression was hard, determined, though he appeared to be enjoying himself. Ari scrunched his face, practically snarling, as sweat dripped from his brow and upper lip. I nearly came at the sight of Adrian bending down to run his tongue along the underside of Ari's length, concentrating on the tight bundle of nerves below his urethra.

My own gorgeous attendant sucked on my clitoris, which had reached a state of oversensitivity—a condition I was utterly grateful for. Still, Gareth was dogged in his attempt to coax an orgasm out of me, his hot breath washing over my tender nub as he snaked two, thick fingers into my cunt. I howled as he fucked me vigorously with his fingers, my muscles tightening around him.

My clitoris pulsated as the pressure surged from within, echoing out into my pelvis. I was done for.

The timer sounded, followed by sweet relief.

"Switch!" Isabel struck the table with the tip of the crop.

Gareth pulled his face away, his mouth slick with my juices. I panted, my heart hammering in my ears. Adrian rounded the table to stand before Sonya, a self-satisfied look on his face. Veronica positioned herself between my knees.

"Give me your hair tie," she said.

Winded, I reached up and loosened my bun, letting my hair cascade off the edge of the table. She took the elastic, securing her own locks before planting her mouth over me. Oh God, I thought, she means business.

Gareth licked his palm and began massaging Ari's erection, shooting periodic looks of indignation at Adrian, whose hands were already hard at work on Sonya. I chanced a glance at Peter; his expression was unreadable.

Veronica dipped her tongue inside me, roving my inner walls as though she were determined to locate and memorize every bump and crevice, so that she might then find a way to exploit it. I arched my back, overwhelmed by her skilled mouth.

Adrian nudged her with his hip, upsetting her balance.

"Asshole," she growled, a playful smile on her moist lips.

He chuckled; it was like watching siblings bicker.

A string of loud cries resounded from Sonya's delicate throat.

"There you go, love. Let it out." Wet, slapping sounds echoed throughout the room as Adrian pummeled her insides with his fingers.

Sonya's cheeks were beyond rosy, her upper lip coated in sweat.

Ari cried out a few seconds later as semen, white and viscous, sputtered from the tip of his cock onto his stomach. He thrust his hips upward into Gareth's tight fist, his stomach muscles strained and defined. Gareth released the young man's erection, wiping his hands on a cloth napkin.

Veronica smirked. "Congratulations."

I smiled, breathless. "Thanks."

Isabel stood at the head of the table with the hand holding the crop against her hip. "Well, it appears we have a winner."

Adrian grinned. My throat was dry from panting and my legs ached from tensing. Still, I couldn't help but indulge the irresistible swelling of pride. I'd won.

"Ari," Isabel barked. "What were your orders?"

He swallowed. "To refrain from orgasm, Mistress."

"Did I say that you were free to come once the game had been lost?"

"No, Mistress."

"Well, then. I think it's only appropriate that we punish both you and Sonya. Don't you agree?"

He wheezed. "Yes, Mistress."

Veronica sauntered into the living room, brushing Peter aside with little more than a stern look. Adrian moved between my knees, beaming. He grasped my armpits, lifting me into a seated position.

"Very good girl," he said, embracing me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, resting my head upon his shoulder. "Thank you."

He kissed me, massaging my tongue with his as I wove my fingers into his long, dark hair. I enclosed his hips with my legs, pulling his groin towards me.

"Sonya, Ari." Isabel snapped her fingers. "Down."

The other subs pushed themselves from the table. I basked in the glow of Adrian's affections, relishing the sensation of his hands upon my back and the puttanesca-laced tang of his kiss. He held my face in his palms, his eyes half-closed and drunk with affection.

The crotch portion of his black denim jeans felt coarse against my sensitive flesh. I whimpered, still aroused and desperate for release. Gareth moved close, running his fingers along my outer thigh.

"I'd like to congratulate the victor," he said.

Adrian turned to him. "I'm not sure you've earned that privilege."

"Another second and I would've had her. You know that."

"But you didn't." Adrian kissed my forehead.

"Still, I think she deserves a reward."

"Do you, now? And I suppose you also think that you should be the one to give it to her?"

"Why not?"

"You know why not."

No, I thought. Seriously, why not?

Adrian shot me a hard look.

"Relax. I'm not going to fuck her." Gareth removed his shirt, revealing his powerfully built torso and strong arms; I marveled at the sight.

"You couldn't even if you tried." Adrian sighed, his eyes meeting mine. "Would you like to accept Gareth's felicitations?"

I bit the inside of my cheeks, uncertain as to how I should respond.

"It's entirely up to you, love. Tell us what you want."

I swallowed. "Yes. I would like to accept his reward."

Adrian smiled, running his thumb across my bottom lip. "Very well. Indulge her." He moved aside, letting Gareth step between my thighs.

Our eyes met and the intensity in Gareth's stare was as palpable as the pressure in my groin. He guided me back onto the table.

"It's true, you know," he said.

"What is?" I whispered.

"I can't fuck you. Not unless you choose me." He unfastened his belt.

Choose him? I bit my lip. The tug-of-war between him and Adrian had commenced the moment Gareth walked through the door, though it was evident that their verbal antagonism was merely an exhibition of my own inner conflict. Regardless, Adrian had given strict orders that I was not to fuck anyone tonight and although I'd committed a few minor violations since Gareth's arrival, I knew that this was the one order I had to obey. Gareth seemed to know this, too, though he challenged it at every turn.

He unzipped his pants and let them slide down his thighs along with the waistband of his silk boxers, liberating a substantial erection.

"Oh. Wow." My cunt went into involuntary contractions at the sight of him. Damn, I'm good.

Gareth smiled, leaning down to kiss my breasts. My nipples hardened, aching for attention. I whimpered as the head of his cock brushed my thigh crease, my nails digging into his upper back.

Adrian joined Isabel on the other side of the room where she'd ordered Ari and Sonya to kneel with their hands clasped behind them. Sonya's cheeks were streaked with tears and still rosy, her face crestfallen. Isabel paced the floor, doling out reprimands and prodding them with the crop. I watched Adrian whisper something into her ear.

My attention was pulled back to the man in front of me as Gareth stood, cock in-hand. It was a thing of beauty: deep tan in color and streaked with small, blue veins. He touched his entire length to my slick, pink flesh, wagging himself between my engorged lips before raising my legs onto his left shoulder, his cock completely enveloped by my thighs and cunt. I squeezed my legs together.

"Ah!" Gareth gritted his teeth and drew his hips back slightly, sliding the head of his erection over my slit.

I groaned, clasping him tighter. He thrust forward, his head and shaft brushing against my clitoris. My hips bucked of their own volition as he drove his cock between my clenched thighs, each sweep of his head across my sensitive nub coaxing me closer to orgasm.

"Say it, Aubrey." He leaned forward, stretching the backs of my thighs and compressing my abdomen.

"W—what?" I stuttered.

There were footsteps and then hands upon my shoulders. I glanced past Gareth's face at Adrian's torso, which was slimmer than Gareth's but no less toned.

"Tell me to fuck you," Gareth whispered. "Choose me."

"I—I can't. I won't."

"You can—Oh, God!" He shuddered. "Adrian has pushed you far enough. Say it and we can put things back to normal—together." His thrusts were smooth, yet forceful, the tip of his cock sweeping over my clitoris again and again.

"But—but I don't want—normal." I cried out as the orgasm shook through me, my pelvic muscles tightening and releasing, longing to be stretched but otherwise grateful for the opportunity to spasm.

Gareth rose, relieving the pressure on my stomach. He gripped my ankles, biting the skin of my calf as his own orgasm took him. Groaning, grunting, he came onto my lower belly and pubic mound, drawing his cock back and forth across my sex in slow, rhythmic thrusts.

I exhaled, letting my head loll back onto the mahogany. "Thank you."

Gareth and Adrian replied in unison. "You're welcome."

Adrian stared daggers at Gareth. "Are you through?"

"For now." Gareth panted, releasing my legs and letting them hang from the edge of the table.

He walked over to Sonya and cupped her chin in his hand, pressing the head of his softening cock to her mouth.

I swallowed. "I'd like to clean up."

Adrian stroked my hair. "Go on. Take your time."

I slid off the table and padded out of the dining room and up the stairs, purposely avoiding Peter's gaze. In the master bathroom, I saturated a washcloth with warm water and proceeded to cleanse myself of all traces of Gareth. Sufficiently rinsed, I sat on the edge of the tub and hugged myself, rocking back and forth in an effort to slow my pulse and clear my head.

Tears gushed down my cheeks. I'd never had so many eyes or hands or other body parts upon me, so many people touching me. Is this what I really want? What I've always longed for? I thought about all the stories I'd written; all the characters I'd dreamt up; all the means I'd used to distract myself from the unsatisfying sex I was having with Peter—the only sex I'd ever known. This was such a staunch departure from what I was used to: detachment, discontent, lying there and zoning out. I'd never been so present with another person—or persons—before; so vulnerable.

The door to the master bedroom creaked open and Veronica peered in. Luna slinked past her and trotted over to me, head-butting my knee as per her usual greeting.

"Doing okay?" Veronica asked.

I sighed, stroking Luna's head and neck. "I don't know."

Veronica shut the door. She strode into the bath and grabbed a few tissues from the cardboard dispenser next to the sink before coming to sit beside me.

"Here," she said, handing them over.

"Thanks." I wiped my nose.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier."

"Why should you be? You were right."

She shrugged her bare shoulders. "I could've put it more gently."

"No, I'm glad you said it. I'm sorry I'm not a better writer."

"But you are." She wrapped her arms around me. "You just need to have more confidence in yourself and your abilities. You've done something amazing: you've brought us into your world. That's something most authors can only dream of."

"Is it me or this place? Why here, now?"

"I'm not sure."

I snuffled. "Maybe this is my rock bottom. When Peter left me, I thought my life was over. It got so bad that I had to quit my job. I could barely write. I felt so utterly lost."

"Why made you decide to come here?"

"I felt an overwhelming compulsion to retreat, so I started researching secluded vacation spots. I wanted someplace tucked away, where I wouldn't have to see anyone. I could be as alone as I felt. Maybe it was the perfect storm: the right place, right time, right disposition."

Veronica squeezed my shoulder.

"And then Peter had to go and show up." I massaged my temple.

"You know." She sighed. "I think Adrian might be right."

"About what?"

"All of this. I think it's exactly what you need. Sure, it's intense, but anything less traumatic might not have the same impact. And, you know, maybe it's a good thing that Peter's here. You can show him what he's lost. I saw him watching you with Adrian and Gareth; he's like a cork about to pop."

"Yeah." My eyes welled and overflowed. "But I'm scared. If I see this through, everything will be different. I won't be able to have a typical relationship ever again. I'll always be looking for someone like Adrian. Who can live up to that fantasy?"

She hugged me tighter. "You know, you don't have to do this. Gareth will gladly put a stop to it if you let him."

I sniffled. "I think it might already be too late for that. I'm not the same person I was yesterday."

There was a knock on the bedroom door.