Chapter 1: The dominant
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ina looked at the phone number written on the small scrap of paper. She thought back to the amazing, erotic days she had spent with the team, and smiled to herself. Then she rang the number and waited nervously for an answer.
“Hello?” A voice answered her.
“Hi, err, this is Tina, err, I ... you probably don’t remember me but ...”
“Tina! Hi there, honey, of course we remember you,” the voice warmed instantly, and Tina recognised it with relief.
“Decker?” Tina asked, feeling almost near tears to hear his voice again.
“Yes, sweetie, what can we do for you? Are you ok?”
“Yes. I’m fine thanks,” Tina replied. They exchanged small talk for a while, then Tina cleared her throat and came to the point.
“I was wondering if you could maybe help a friend of mine, Lucy. She’s 22 and still a virgin. In fact, she’s never really had a boyfriend. She’s really nice, but gets nervous around men. Do you think ...” Tina trailed off, not really knowing how to ask what she was asking for.
“Ok,” Decker said, all business now. “Firstly, is she a lesbian
do you think?” Tina thought for a moment.
“No, I’m pretty sure she likes men, she just doesn’t know how to talk to them, and then if they talk to her, she takes fright and backs off.”
Decker asked a few more questions, then asked Tina to invite Lucy to stay for a couple of weeks, and then phone back with the dates.
“Let us know when and where she’ll be arriving, and we’ll take it from there. Bye sweetie.”
They hung up, and Tina rubbed her sweating hands on her jeans. She hoped she was doing the right thing by asking the team to give their own special brand of help to her shy friend.
Lucy dragged her heavy suitcase out of the terminal and towards the exit. She was feeling happy at the thought of seeing her best friend again. Tina had moved away to go to a new job some months ago, and this would be Lucy’s first visit.
As she reached the exit, she saw a man holding a card with her name on it. Tina must have organised a taxi for her, Lucy thought with relief. That would save her having to wait in line. She walked over to the man.
Mason had spotted Lucy from the pictures in the file. He whistled quietly to himself in appreciation. Tall, at least 5′8", with a figure that was slim but curvy, well proportioned. Blonde, with a natural looking tan. As the young woman walked confidently towards him, he couldn’t believe that men weren’t all over her -- she was stunning. She spoke hesitantly.
“Hi, I’m Lucy, are you waiting for me?”
The man smiled at her, and Lucy immediately looked down, blushing, realising how good looking he was.
Ah. There it was -- the men might be keen, but Lucy wasn’t -- Mason thought.
“Yes, I’m waiting for you, Lucy. Let me take your case.” The man reached for her case, and brushed her hand as he took it from her. Lucy quickly took her hand away. This guy was HOT -- and so, in Lucy’s mind, impossible to interact with.
Mason led her to a waiting car, and put the case in the trunk. Then he opened the rear door for Lucy to get in. As they drove off, Lucy looked around at the scenery which was very different from her home town. The driver was saying something, but Lucy wasn’t really listening. She avoided any eye contact in the rear-view mirror. They drove for around thirty minutes and cleared the suburbs. Then the car pulled over. Lucy sat up.
“Are we here?” she asked, looking around.
The rear door opened and a large, burly man got in beside her. Lucy gaped at him in surprise.
“Hey, this taxi is taken, sorry,” she told him. He just smiled
at her, and then the other door opened too, and another man squeezed in, trapping her between the two of them. Yet another man got into the front seat beside the driver, and they sped off again.
Lucy was annoyed. She spoke to the driver,
“What’s going on? I didn’t want to share a taxi! Can you please stop and let me out? I’m going to complain to your company about this!”
Mason continued to drive, and the burly man spoke to her instead.
“We’re just borrowing you for a while, Lucy. Nothing to be concerned about.” He smiled reassuringly at her, but Lucy wasn’t reassured. The man, Brody, was muscled and had a shaven head and lots of tattoos. If Lucy had looked closer, she’d have seen the intelligent eyes had a look which belied his tough exterior.
“How do you know my name? Who are you? Driver -- let me
OUT!” Lucy started raising her voice, and her breathing increased as she became more frightened. She got out her cell phone and started dialling.
“I’m calling the police! Let me out this minute!” Lucy felt tears threatening and blinked them away. This was no time to start crying.
Brody gently took the cell from her and pressed end call. Lucy sat back, bewildered and frightened, heart racing. She waited for a moment, and then, as the car slowed to take a tight corner, she made a surge for the door, but it was hopeless. She was sandwiched between two huge men. Lucy panicked, and started hitting out, climbing over Brody and trying to lunge for the handle.
She felt her arms taken and held tightly by the man on the other side of her, who had not as yet spoken. He spoke now.
“Calm down, Lucy. It’s ok. You’re not going to be hurt. We’ll be there soon, and then we’ll explain. My name is Decker, and this is Brody. Your driver is Mason, and the co-pilot is Callum. We’re not going to hurt you.”
Lucy was trembling. Decker relaxed his tight hold on her arms, and instead rubbed up and down them soothingly. The car was now driving along country lanes, and soon pulled up into a secluded driveway.
Callum got out and opened the door to a pretty cottage. As soon as he had it open, he came back and opened the back door. Decker got out and tried to help Lucy out. She hung back, refusing to leave the relative safety of the car.
“Come on, now, Lucy,” Decker said to her, gently pulling at her arms. Lucy fought silently, using her feet and legs to kick out at the tall man. In the end, it took all four of the team to get Lucy out of the car and into the cottage. It was testament to their skill that they managed it without hurting her, or allowing her to hurt them, as Lucy fought tooth and nail, literally, to avoid being taken inside.
Once inside, Brody locked the door and secreted the key. They half-carried, half-dragged Lucy into the sitting room and sat her down. She stared at them, still silent. She had not spoken a word since Brody had taken her phone away. Tears were rolling down her face, and she made no move to wipe them away.
Callum and Decker moved into the kitchen and made coffee. They discussed Lucy in low voices. They weren’t happy with the silent, almost catatonic, way Lucy was behaving. It would be more normal if she had screamed and ranted, rather than this quiet terror. Decker called Brody in.
“What do you think?” he asked quietly. Brody grimaced.
“She’s pretty scared. She’s shutting down on us. We need to get her talking somehow, so we can talk back to her.”
“Do you think she’ll come around?” Callum asked worriedly. They didn’t want to traumatise Lucy; this was supposed to be an enjoyable experience for her eventually, but if they couldn’t settle her down, that wasn’t going to happen.
“Let’s give her some time. Get that coffee down her. Let her relax a little without us bothering her. Decker, start making dinner. Callum, get her case and put it in her room. Just carry on with our jobs and let her talk to us if she wants answers. I’ll tell Mason to back off - but guys? We need to watch her -- she’s the sort who will bolt the first chance she gets, so be careful she doesn’t hurt herself.”
The others nodded their understanding. Brody didn’t look it, with his tats and piercings, but he was a trained psychologist, specialising in sexual dysfunction. His day job was spent counselling singles and couples on their sexual problems in a more traditional way! The team were happy to let him take the lead with Lucy.
Brody went into the dining room and placed a coffee in front of Lucy, who ignored it. He made no comment, just sipped at his own and turned on the tv, flicking through to a sports channel. The team moved around the house quietly. Decker started preparing a meal, and soon the smell of frying onions and peppers started permeating the room. Callum took Lucy’s case past her and out into the hallway. Lucy turned
her head and watched it, the first movement she had made. All the team were ignoring her, chatting quietly amongst themselves. She could stand it no longer.
“Is somebody going to tell me just what is going on?” she asked icily.
Brody turned to her.
“Sure. What do you want to know?” He asked casually.
Callum and Mason looked at each other in relief.
“What do I want to ....” Lucy repeated incredulously. “What
do you think? Why am I here, who are you and what do you want with me?”
Brody replied in the same matter of fact tone as earlier.
“I’ve already introduced us all to you, and you’re here so we can help you get over your fear of men and sex,” he told her straightforwardly.
Lucy stared at him in disbelief. What on earth did he know
about her sexual problems?
“Is this some kind of joke? What fear of men and sex? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she told them, but she couldn’t look Brody in the eye, and it was evident to all of them, Lucy included, that she was lying.
“Don’t worry about it for now, Lucy. Just relax for a while.
We’ll talk more after dinner.” Brody told her quietly.
Decker poked his head into the room
“Lucy? Pasta or chilli?” he asked with a grin. He grinned wider as she refused to answer him. “I’ll bring both,” he told her, and disappeared back into the kitchen.
The dinner smelled delicious, but Lucy refused to even look at it. She was both furious and scared, and was determined not to co-operate with these lunatics who had abducted her. She was sure Tina would have reported her missing by now, and she just had to hold out until she was rescued.
“Lucy, don’t cut off your nose to spite your face, love,”
Decker told her. “No one is going to force you to eat; it’s you who will go hungry if you don’t though,” he added with a sympathetic smile.
The team finished their meal, chatting amongst themselves. They made no effort to include Lucy. Her stomach betrayed her and gave a loud rumble. Brody eyed her thoughtfully. He got up and held out his hand.
“Come with me, Lucy. I want to talk to you.” Lucy refused to take his hand. Brody lifted her by her armpits and hoisted her over his shoulder, carrying her into the other room. He set her down on a soft chair.
“Lucy, you’re going to be with us for quite a while. We’re going to get to the root of your problems with men, and that may take some time. There’s no point in you resisting like this. It’s childish, and you’re more sensible than that, surely?”
Lucy was unable to keep up her silent treatment in the face of this statement. She looked at Brody coldly.
“My friend will have reported me missing by now, and the police will be searching for me,” she informed him, but her voice quavered.
Brody thought for a moment. He hadn’t wanted to reveal Tina’s involvement with Lucy’s abduction so early, but now might be a good time if Lucy thought she was hanging on for rescue.
“Tina won’t have reported you missing, Lucy. She knows where you are.”
Lucy stared at him.
“You’re lying,” she whispered, knowing he was not.
“No, Lucy. I won’t ever lie to you. Tina has been through this same thing, a few months ago. She recommended you to us.”
“But Tina has no sexual hang-ups,” protested Lucy. Brody grinned.
“Not any more,” he agreed. He got up to leave, wanting to give Lucy time to process this new information.
“Make yourself comfortable -- use the shower if you like, get changed, then come on back to the sitting room.” He left her to get on with it, and went back to tell the team what had been going on.
“Oh, well,” said Decker to Brody, “You like a challenge!”
Lucy went to the bathroom and decided to take a shower. Her face was streaked with tears and she felt hot and bothered. She couldn’t understand how Tina could set her up like this, and yet she believed Brody instantly. Tina was her best, closest friend -- and Lucy trusted her. As she showered, she thought about that. If she trusted Tina, and Tina had also been abducted by these men, then maybe they could do something for her after all? Lucy knew her fear of men and sex was not normal, but had thought she could live with it, and had never sought help. Perhaps she should see where this went. As she made this decision, Lucy felt her nervousness change direction. She was not now so frightened of the men; but instead felt her usual fear of sexual situations rear its head. She fought it down. The men had made no sexual moves so far.
Lucy finished showering and put on her heavy-duty cotton pyjamas. She was glad to have her case with all her belongings with her. She eyed the huge bed the case was sitting on.
Wandering back into the lounge area, Lucy went and sat opposite Brody. She looked at him.
“Are you going to kill me?” She asked in a low voice.
“No, sweetie. Of course not.” Brody replied.
“Are you going to hurt me?”
Decker answered her.
“No, Lucy, we’re not going to rape you.”
Lucy thought for a moment, then re-phrased that.
“Are you going to have sex with me?”
“Yes. All of us will have sex with you before you leave.” Brody answered gravely. “But not until you’re ready. And we’ll wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable. There’s no hurry. Please try to trust us, and it will be easier for you.”
Lucy nodded a little, then yawned hugely. She rolled her tense, stiff shoulders.
“I’m so tired. Can I go to sleep please?” Lucy asked, careful not to say bed.
“Of course. Try to get some sleep. It will all seem better in
the morning.” Brody promised her.
As she left the room, Decker looked at Brody.
“She was stiff as a board. Shall I massage her?”
“Not yet. Do it in the morning. I’m betting she won’t sleep much, and she’ll be more ready for it then.”
Decker nodded agreement.
The team watched tv and chatted for a short while longer, then retired themselves. Lucy held her breath as they all came into the bedroom. She hadn’t realised they were sharing a bed!
Decker and Brody got in to her bed, one each side of her. They were wearing boxers in order to make Lucy feel more comfortable. Lucy kept her eyes tight shut. Brody chuckled.
“Relax, Lucy.” He snuggled up to her, putting an arm across her waist. Decker turned away, and Brody nudged her closer until they were all spooning together.
“Jesus, your feet are freezing!” Decker complained. He draped his hot legs over her feet and rubbed them until they started to warm up.
Lucy lay awake long after the team had fallen asleep. She tossed and turned most of the night, finally falling asleep just before dawn.
Next morning, Lucy awoke alone in the bed. She came awake immediately, and looked around wildly. She was alone. She quickly dressed, then went through to the kitchen. The team were having breakfast.
“Want some?” Callum asked. He went and got her a plate, and shovelled eggs and tomatoes onto it. Putting it in front of her, he filled her a mug of coffee. Lucy smiled gratefully.
“Thanks,” she said. Callum raised his eyebrows at her.
“You sound a bit better,” he told her, pleased.
“I feel a bit better,” Lucy admitted. During her unsettled night, she had decided to try to co-operate more with Brody’s suggestions.
Lucy ate her breakfast quickly. She felt starving! She rubbed her neck and groaned a little.
“I’m stiff though. I think I slept funny,” she told them. Brody chuckled.
“You think?” He said wryly. “I was under the impression you didn’t sleep at all.” Lucy blushed.
“Sorry about all the tossing around,” she said guiltily.
“That’s ok, honey,” said Decker, coming around and rubbing her shoulders. “I have just the thing for a sore neck -- come with me.”
Lucy looked at him in surprise, then took his offered hand and let him lead her away. Decker took her into an annex, where she gasped to see a lovely pool, lounging area and sauna room. There was a massage table set up, and Decker led her to it. He patted it.
“Jump up here, Lucy. I’ll give you a rub.” He smiled at her nervous expression.
“Take it easy, it’s just a massage, I promise,” Decker told her seriously. He had asked Brody how to approach this, and Brody had told him to give a full body, deep muscle massage, but keep it non-sexual if possible.
Lucy started to get on the table, but Decker stopped her.
“Sorry, I forgot -- you need to get undressed first. Go into the sauna room, there are some towels in there.”
Lucy gulped, but did as he said. She had never been in any intimate setting with a man, and her fear was rising once again. However, Decker acted very professionally, and as his hands worked their magic on her back, she started to relax. She even started to doze off a little, having had hardly any sleep. She didn’t object when Decker moved the towel until she was barely covered.
Decker spent a lot of time on non-threatening parts, before eventually moving up her thighs. He admired Lucy’s beautiful body, and started to imagine fucking her when Brody had got her ready. His hands moved in a more languorous rhythm, and he began moving towards her groin.
Lucy awoke, tensing immediately. Decker paused and crouched down beside her head.
“It’s ok, sweetie. Just a massage, but I’ll be massaging you everywhere -- and I mean everywhere. Just enjoy it.”
Decker waited for an answer, but Lucy was silent. He continued, moving to her buttocks and pressing deeply and sensuously on her tight muscles. Then he moved to her shoulders and spent plenty of time on them until Lucy was once again relaxed. He gave her a pat.
“Turn over, let me do your front.”
Lucy turned over, but kept her towel clutched to her. Decker smiled.
“Now how can I massage you, if you do that?” he teased. He gently took the towel away from her, and Lucy allowed it reluctantly. She was in two minds about her massage -- it was very pleasant, but she was unsure about the intimacy of the areas Decker was massaging!
Decker started on Lucy’s feet this time, until she was obviously enjoying it. Then he moved up her calves and thighs, until eventually he moved her legs apart and started on her groin, occasionally and casually drifting his fingers against her folds as he did so. Every time, Lucy tensed. Decker ignored it and continued up her body, then started on her breasts. He found himself getting aroused at her lush curves. He excused himself for a moment to speak to Brody.
“She’s making me hard. Shall I let her see that?” he queried.
“But keep it light.”
Decker nipped into the sauna, undressed quickly and wrapped himself in a towel. He returned to Lucy and continued, moving to her neck for a while before coming back to her breasts. As he palmed them, he groaned and allowed the towel to fall, revealing his large erection. Lucy gasped, and couldn’t look away. Decker watched her closely.
“Your beautiful body has made that happen,” he told her with a smile. His smile faded as he saw Lucy’s eyes fill with fear. He took her chin and made her look at him.
“You don’t need to be frightened, Lucy. This will never hurt you, I promise.”
Lucy looked away.
“I really don’t see how that’s possible,” she said stiffly. Decker filed away that comment for later, and picked up his towel again. He finished the massage, and was pleased to feel Lucy relax again once he kept away from her breasts and groin.
As he finished, the rest of the team joined them in the pool. They were messing around, jumping on each other like teenagers, and Lucy smiled to see them. Callum and Mason yelled for her to join them, and taking her courage in both hands, Lucy made a neat dive over their heads and swam quickly to the end, chased by both men.
Decker pulled Brody aside and told him what Lucy had said about being hurt.
“Well, I’m starting her therapy sessions later, so I’ll mention that to her then,” Brody said. “Thanks for letting me know. Now go on and make her laugh a little, flirt a little.”
Brody wanted Lucy to experience the normal interaction and gentle flirting she seemed to have trouble with. As he watched them playing in the pool, Lucy seemingly forgetting about her nakedness, he felt hopeful.
Later on, sipping coffee, Brody started questioning Lucy. He discovered that when she was young, a game of kiss-chase had got seriously out of hand, and frightened her. Coupled with a strict, somewhat repressive upbringing, and an all-girl school, it was no wonder Lucy didn’t know how to relate to men. She had no experience of it at all.
As he wound the session up, the rest of the team came in to the living room, still in their swim shorts. As previously directed, Mason turned on the tv and they started watching a light porn movie. Brody sat next to Lucy, his arm around her shoulders. She was obviously uncomfortable.
“Have you ever watched porn before, Lucy?” He asked her quietly. The team were pretending to be engrossed in the film, which was currently showing two men and a woman making out but still clothed.
“No! It’s degrading to women,” Lucy stated firmly.
“Is it?” Brody asked. “Why do you think that? Look at the men in this film. Are they disrespecting that woman?”
Lucy looked at the screen reluctantly. The men were now licking and kissing their way around the woman’s naked body, and she was writhing and moaning loudly.
“But she’s an actress -- she’s paid to pretend,” Lucy pointed out.
“Why do you think she’s pretending? Don’t you think that would be enjoyable?” Brody asked, gesturing at the screen, where the man was now playing with the woman’s pussy.
Lucy didn’t answer.
“Have you ever touched yourself like that, Lucy” Brody asked
Lucy shook her head.
“I’ve tried, but it feels ok for a moment, then it feels funny and I have to stop,” she told him. She was trying hard to answer without embarrassment, but was blushing furiously all the same.
“Has anyone else ever touched you there?”
“No. Some men tried, but I won’t let them. They said I’m frigid, and they’re probably right,” Lucy shrugged, trying to pretend it didn’t bother her.
Brody was annoyed. Incompetent idiots some men were!
“That’s not true, Lucy. Those men were impatient, egotistical, arrogant, incompetent, misogynistic, idiotic BOYS. Just forget about what they said.”
Lucy smiled a little at Brody’s obvious indignation on her behalf. She forced herself to watch the screen. Brody looked too, at the man doing a great job with his head between the woman’s thighs.
“Most women love that, done properly,” he told her. “And I promise you, we do it properly. By the way, Lucy?” Brody continued, “Decker mentioned to me that you said you didn’t think it possible he wouldn’t hurt you during sex -- what did you mean by that?”
“Well, everyone gets hurt the first time, right? Everyone says it’s very painful.”
Brody couldn’t understand how anyone could still be so naive about sex and their bodies, in today’s liberated world. He quickly explained about hymens and the likelihood that Lucy’s was already broken.
“Lucy, would you let Callum examine you? Then you’ll know for sure, and it will be one less thing to worry about.”
Lucy looked down and chewed her lip.
“This is really going to happen, isn’t it?” She whispered in a defeated tone. “I’m really going to have sex?”
“Yes, Lucy. But we don’t want that to be something you worry about. I think it will ease your mind if we can tell you your hymen is broken.”
“Ok then. What do I do?”
Brody nodded to Callum, who came over and took Lucy’s hand. He led her through to the massage table and helped her climb on. Lucy was still wearing a robe from her swim, and Callum laid her down and lifted her knees. He made sure to stay very professional, and not let it feel sexual to Lucy. He got a generous dollop of lubricant and warmed it a little.
“I won’t hurt you,” Callum promised, eyes twinkling at her kindly. Callum inserted a finger and reached as far as he could. Lucy’s muscles were tight around him. Callum swallowed. He couldn’t wait to fuck her, he shut his eyes as he imagined how tight she was going to be for them. He forced himself to concentrate.
“Sweetie, you have to relax your muscles. This will feel great when our cocks are inside you, but right now I can’t feel a thing,” Callum teased her.
Lucy made a huge effort to relax, and Callum moved another finger in and reached around. He could feel nothing, but wanted to be sure. Moving to a cabinet, he came back with a speculum and inserted it as far as possible. Nothing.
He pulled Lucy’s robe down and helped her up.
“Broken already. You’re such an active person I’m not surprised. So you can stop worrying. There’s no reason at all that sex will be painful for you. We’ll make sure of that.” He promised her.
Going back into the tv room, Lucy was relieved to see the movie was over. She sat down next to Brody and he pulled her into his side.
“I always thought ...” Lucy started to say. Brody waited for her.
“That, you know, if I ever had sex, it would be with someone I loved.” She looked down, not wanting to offend, but stating her feelings.
“It doesn’t have to be that serious, Lucy,” Brody told her. You don’t necessarily have to love someone to do pleasurable
things with them. Like them, hopefully. But not always love them. Trust is more important, actually. You have to trust someone to enjoy sex with them.”
Lucy thought about that for the rest of the evening.
The next few days passed in a blur for Lucy. She had intensive therapy sessions with Brody three times a day, trying to get to the root of her fears. These often resulted in cathartic tears, but each time she felt relief. She had a massage each morning from Decker, and then swam with all the men, both of which she was naked for. Brody also insisted she slept naked too, after the first night, as did they. He was forcing her to become accustomed to this in record time. The afternoons were spent messing around, working out in the small gym, cooking dinner with Decker, and the evenings spent chatting casually, playing cards; generally spending time with them as if they were in a relationship.
Brody had given Callum and Mason some free time, now that he was sure Lucy wasn’t going to run. They were checking out a young man who had yet to realise he was, in fact, gay. He was refusing to admit to his feelings, and causing himself and his friends, family and colleagues all sorts of problems with his denial behaviour. Callum wanted to bring him in, but of course they had to wait until they were done with Lucy, so instead they were keeping an eye on him in the bars and clubs in the evenings. It was likely the young man would be their next subject, and they needed to gather as much intelligence on him as possible.
On the third evening of Lucy’s stay there was a breakthrough. Decker was cooking dinner, and Lucy was helping him. She was slyly stealing the raw vegetables as fast as he was slicing them, and eating them. Her hand crept out to steal another, and Decker was on her in a flash. He pinned her arms and pulled her close.
“You little thief!” He scolded her. Lucy just laughed, tilting her head to him. Then her smile faded and she licked her lips. Decker took the invitation, and carefully, gently, kissed her; chastely at first, before deepening it and demanding entry with his tongue. He dominated her mouth, but was ready to back off if Lucy had second thoughts.
Lucy didn’t know what to think. And that kiss was very enjoyable. She squirmed, and Decker released her, swatting her backside as she left the room.
“Keep your hands off my veg in future, thief,” he called to her.
That night, as they slept, Lucy started to dream. In her dream, she was bold and sexy, flaunting her body to the team. They prowled towards her, and started rubbing and fondling her, and she reciprocated, handling their erections with confidence.
She tossed and turned, waking Brody and Decker. They watched, entranced, as Lucy’s hands started wandering over her body, lingering on her breasts. She tweaked and pulled at her nipples, moaning softly. Then her hands moved to her pussy and she spread her legs. Brody and Decker could see how wet she was as she fingered herself, still fast asleep.
Decker whispered to Brody.
“Shall I join in?”
“Yes, but be careful -- don’t wake her.”
Decker gently put his hands on top of Lucy’s and began rubbing with her. He let his hands go exactly where hers did at first, then left them and concentrated on her folds and clit.
Lucy’s breathing increased, as did her heart-rate. She began to sweat and tremble. She was nearing orgasm as her dream intensified, and Decker added the external stimulus also.
Suddenly, she convulsed, and a small gush of cream flowed from her pussy over Decker’s fingers. He offered Brody a taste, then took some himself. Both men were rock hard, but controlled themselves firmly.
Lucy didn’t wake, but it took the men a while to fall back asleep.
In the morning, Lucy woke before Decker and Brody, and remembered her dream. She swallowed. The sex in her
dream had certainly been nice, and Decker had taken the starring role. She lay awake, pondering the situation. She was no longer afraid of any of the men. In fact she trusted them completely. They had made no overt sexual moves on her, and she was relaxed and confident around them. But she didn’t know how to take this further. When she thought of sex now, it was with some anticipation.
Decker had kicked off his covers, and was lying naked, with a morning erection. Lucy looked closely. She found that she wanted to touch it, but was afraid to wake him. She started to imagine him filling her, how it would feel with him above her, strong arms holding her. Her skin flushed in arousal. She closed her eyes and swallowed, visualising Decker licking her the way the men in the porn film had licked the woman, and found that she liked that thought.
Lucy opened her eyes to find Brody watching her, smiling.
She yelped in surprise, waking Decker.
“Huh?” he asked groggily, as they both laughed.
Brody leaned to whisper in Lucy’s ear.
“Do you know what the opposite of fear is, Lucy?” he asked her.
She shook her head and waited enquiringly.
“Curiosity.” Brody left it at that, and got up for his shower.
Tonight would be the night. He was sure of it.
Later on in the afternoon, Brody brought Lucy some new clothes in. The team had gone through her case and decided she needed something special to go out in.
Lucy exclaimed when she saw what he’d brought. A deep, midnight blue dress with a few tiny sparkles in it here and there. It was short, mid thigh, and hugged her curves closely, with a plunging neckline. They had also brought a tiny thong and a beautiful matching bra, which fitted the dress perfectly.
“Dress up tonight, sweetie -- we’re going out,” Brody told her, smiling at her surprise.
Lucy made a real effort with her hair and make-up. She put on her one and only pair of heels, added some jewellery, and looked at herself in the mirror. She hardly recognised herself. She was really looking forward to going out with the team, even though she didn’t know where they were going.
She left her room and went into the living room. The team whistled appreciatively.
“You look stunning, baby,” said Decker warmly. He went over and kissed her, careful not to muss her lipstick.
“You guys look pretty hot yourself,” joked Lucy. That was an understatement, she thought. They were scorching.
Callum and Mason were wearing dark button down cotton shirts which were tight enough to show their physiques. Dark jeans and boots completed their look.
Decker was wearing tan pants with an off white shirt, open at the neck. He looked like a millionaire, his tall frame filling out his clothes beautifully.
Brody, as usual, looked like a thug, but Lucy could see past that now. He was dressed in a black muscle shirt, leather jacket and cargo pants, with shit-kickers on his feet. With his shaved head, tats and all the metal on his ears, he looked dangerous; no one would mess with them while he was there, Lucy thought.
They piled into the car and hit the town. Mason drove them to a club which had a restaurant attached. As it was early, they ate first. Lucy was drawing a lot of looks, most of which she was totally unaware of. Brody made sure to point them out to her -- he wanted to increase her confidence.
As soon as they’d finished their meal, Mason and Callum disappeared into the club. They had spotted their mark, and wanted to watch him.
Lucy, Decker and Brody lingered over their meal a little longer before following. Lucy was enjoying herself; she had two gorgeous men paying her attention and was feeling a pleasant buzz from the wine she had drunk.
They went into the club and ordered drinks from the bar. The music was loud and pulsing. Despite her protests, Decker pulled Lucy up to dance, while Brody went to find seats and watch their drinks. Lucy saw Callum and Mason sitting at the bar and waved to them. She and Decker danced to the music, Decker controlling her every move. His hands roamed about her body, and Lucy leaned into him, pressing her body against his. The lights were dim, and the music softened to a slower rhythm. Lucy gasped as Decker slid his hands up her dress to grip her bottom, which, owing to the thong, was practically bare. She wriggled, trying to dislodge him, but he held tight. Anyone watching would get a flash of her ass, she thought frantically. She hissed that into his ear. Decker raised an eyebrow.
“So what? It’s a very nice ass,” he told her smugly. They continued dancing slowly, and Decker’s hands continued to roam. He pulled one thigh up to his hip, and reached to finger her pussy, rewarded by the hot wetness he felt. This
was too much for Lucy, and she grabbed his hand to stop him.
“I want to sit down,” she told him firmly. Decker walked her to the booth which Brody had commandeered.
“You looked amazing up there, sweetie,” Brody told her and put his arm around her shoulders. Lucy sipped her drink and glared at Decker, who grinned at her unapologetically. She had to laugh at his brazenness.
There was some noise from the bar -- raised voices, and Lucy looked over. A young man, who looked drunk, was haranguing another man.
“Are you staring at me?” The young man said aggressively. “Do you think I’m a homo? Do you? Well fuck off!” He made a wild punch at the older man, who dodged it easily, but stood up ready to retaliate. Lucy was surprised to see Callum quickly intervene, talking quietly to the aggrieved man, whilst blocking his access to the aggressor. She looked at Brody.
“What is Callum doing?” She asked, worried. “He’s going to get in a fight.” Brody shook his head.
“Don’t worry, Callum knows what he’s doing. There won’t be any fight.” He looked at Decker.
“That kid is going to get someone hurt -- probably himself -- at this rate.” Decker nodded in grim agreement.
“Who is it? Does Callum know him?” Questioned Lucy.
“In a way. We’re watching him. He’s in denial about his sexuality. He’s gay, but he won’t accept it and is fighting it at every turn, and causing trouble. Poor kid.”
The fracas had died down, and the music started once again. Decker went over to speak with Callum and Mason. Lucy sipped at her drink. She was watching people at the bar, and saw several taking pills. She pointed it out to Brody.
“What are those people taking?” She asked him. He shrugged.
“Probably E -- ecstasy,” he told her casually. “It releases inhibitions, gives energy, that sort of thing.”
Lucy thought for a moment.
“Brody -- would it help me, do you think? Should I take one, you know, to ...” she tailed off.
“No, sweetie. Own your actions. You don’t need a drug to do this. Just maybe a little alcohol to take the edge off, perhaps.” Brody was pleased that Lucy was thinking positively. He reminded her, “What’s the opposite of fear?”
“Curiosity,” replied Lucy, smiling at him.
“And are you feeling curious, honey?” Brody asked her quietly.
“Yes.” Admitted Lucy. She blushed and looked at him frankly, then jumped as a brash voice intruded into their area.
“What’s a hot chick like you doing with a low-life like him?”
Lucy looked up, aghast, at the man who had spoken. He leered at her, grinning like an idiot, obviously wasted.
“You wanna ditch him and come with me, I’ll show you a better time,” he continued, cupping himself obscenely.
Brody stood up, to his full 6′3".
“You’re drunk. Why not go home and sleep it off, fella? You don’t want this, believe me,” He advised him.
“Piss off, grand-dad -- you think you’re hard, with your metal and tats? Get real!” The man was rocking on his feet, Dutch courage making him brave. Lucy was frightened. Brody saw the fear in her eyes and decided to get rid of the jerk.
He took his hand as if to shake it, then pulled the man off balance and yanked his arm behind his back. He propelled the drunk out of the area and towards the exit. Speaking quietly into the man’s ear, he went all the way outside with him.
Decker slid into the seat beside Lucy. She turned to him,
“Go after him, he might get hurt,” she urged. Decker looked amused.
“Don’t worry. Brody won’t get hurt, and he won’t hurt the other guy either -- much!” Sure enough, Brody came back in, minus the drunk, to a chorus of applause from the other dancers, a lot of whom had been bothered by the drunk during the night. Lucy looked at Brody apprehensively.
“What did you do to him?”
“Put him in a taxi and sent him home,” Brody told her, finishing his drink.
Just like that, Lucy caved. She had thought that Brody would have hit the man, or hurt him, and although it would have been somewhat deserved, she was insanely pleased that he hadn’t. She felt a wave of trust and respect for him, and also the rest of the team, who appeared to be able to handle anything -- they just gave off that competent vibe of total confidence in themselves, without it being arrogant in any way.
Decker pulled Lucy up to dance again, and this time she moulded her body around his and rested her head on his shoulder. Decker felt the difference in her attitude. He tilted her head up to look at her.
“Want to go back to the house?” He asked her softly. Lucy nodded.
Leaving Callum and Mason at the club, Brody and Decker drove Lucy back. They didn’t talk much. As soon as they got indoors, Decker was on her, kissing her, moving his hands over her body, pulling up her dress and yanking her against him. Lucy felt his erection through his jeans. She was fired up, but still a little nervous. Decker picked her up and carried her through to the bedroom, still kissing her.
Brody had disappeared. They had already decided that Decker would be Lucy’s first. She seemed more comfortable with him than anyone else. Brody was happy to wait.
Decker placed Lucy on the big bed. Stripping quickly, he lay beside her and got to work on her body, rubbing her breasts over the dress. He quickly realised that he was going to have to drive, but Lucy was now willing and ready. He sat her up and pulled the dress over her head, revealing the silky underwear they had bought her. Tickling a nipple, he smiled at Lucy’s shiver of anticipation.
“Ready, sweetie?” He asked her huskily. Lucy nodded, jerking her head up and down once. Just as well, Decker thought. He wasn’t stopping this time, Brody had told him to go for it tonight, and unless Lucy really wanted to stop, he would be in her soon. His cock was like a rock, and he pushed against her stomach so she could feel him.
Placing soft kisses down her throat, Decker worked his way to Lucy’s breast. He slipped it out of the bra, and kissed it reverently. He tongued the nipple for a moment, then pulled it into his mouth and suckled firmly, causing Lucy to gasp.
“Take it off,” he ordered her, and Lucy sat up, slipping the bra off shyly. Thankfully, the days of swimming naked, and nights of sleeping naked had eased her into this seduction,
and she no longer minded his eyes on her body.
“Beautiful.” Decker stated calmly. He feasted his eyes on her, and followed with his hands. Lucy was already well used to Decker massaging her, but this was so much hotter, as he was intent on arousing her. And it was working. Lucy couldn’t keep still, with the feelings that were running through her. She wanted his hands on her, and moaned loudly in disappointment as he moved away from her breasts.
Decker worked his way down Lucy’s pliant body. When he reached her legs he grasped a knee and pulled it up without hesitation.
“Open for me, baby,” he told her, pushing the knee sideways to expose Lucy’s pussy. Decker kicked her other leg wider, then gently delved into her folds. He was pleased to feel the wetness there, and moaned in appreciation.
“You’re drenched, Lucy. Gorgeous. Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” Lucy breathed. She felt wanton, legs spread wide, head back, panting in an intense arousal she had never felt before. She could almost feel her body opening for Decker in readiness for his penetration.
But Decker wanted to get her even wetter, to be absolutely sure he wouldn’t hurt her as he filled her. His head moved lower, kissing her navel and stomach, then moved to her core. He lifted her thighs and slipped his hands under her bottom, holding it firmly. Then he took a long look at her creamy folds, practically dripping with her feminine honey.
Lucy gasped and shut her eyes as Decker’s tongue drew a path along her pussy, and then flicked at her clit. The sensations were incredible as his talented mouth sucked and licked her with a gentle but intense rhythm which had her writhing under his hold. Again and again he laved her, then penetrated her and licked inside. As he returned to tantalise her clit, Lucy felt a strange sensation; hot, hotter, and a building rush as if she were headed for a cliff. When Decker got a firm hold of her nub and suckled it, Lucy let out a cry and violently pushed Decker’s head away, and sat up.
“What’s wrong, angel?” Decker asked her. “You were enjoying that -- why did you stop me?”
“I ... I’m not sure, it felt funny, I was so hot. I think something was wrong ...” Lucy couldn’t explain her feelings.
Decker chuckled and came up her body to lie against her.
“You were on the edge of an orgasm, sweetie,” he explained to her. “Next time, don’t fight it, just let go, relax and let it happen. It will feel great. I’ve got you, don’t worry.”
His calm, loving words made Lucy feel better. She looked at Decker’s erection, huge, hot and heavy against her leg. She still couldn’t see how that would fit inside her without pain. Decker noticed her look.
“Lucy, babies come out of the hole I’m going to put that in -- it will be ok, I promise,” he said teasingly.
Lucy sniggered a little and looked at him trustingly. She nodded, and bravely reached out to touch Decker’s cock,
which twitched in approval.
“Mmmm, that feels great, baby.” Decker moaned. Lucy gained confidence and palmed it, feeling the softness and strength combined, and the wetness at the tip. Decker took control once more, pinning Lucy’s arms above her head and moving his body over hers. He kneed her legs open, and she complied easily. Decker poised at her entrance, his cock just touching her. He spent some time pushing up and down her folds, teasing her clit, until Lucy was panting and writhing under him. When he felt another gush of moisture, he pushed firmly at her tight core.
Lucy was loving it, all thoughts of pain had left her due to the wonderful sensations Decker was causing her. She held her legs wide and lifted her hips, offering herself to Decker in abandon. As she felt him pressing against her, she almost cried with the wanting.
“Yes, Decker, please ...” she said, her body loose and open, nectar flowing steadily with the extreme state of arousal she was in.
Decker needed no further invitation. He entered her a little, then paused to allow her time. She was so tight, she felt like a hot vise and it was a struggle to wait. He was desperate to plunge into her, but Decker had broken in many virgins, and had control over himself. He slid another inch, and checked in with Lucy.
“Ok, honey?” He asked her.
Lucy answered by curling her legs around his buttocks and pulling him closer. Decker resisted a little, still going slowly, but pressed forward until he was fully seated within her depths. Lucy cried out in pleasure and struggled to release her hands, which Decker was still clasping above her head.
He freed her, and she put her arms around his shoulders to urge him on. Decker withdrew a little, then re-entered, eliciting another gasp from Lucy. She started to move with him and found a rhythm. Decker felt her confidence increase, and stepped up the pace. He was deep within her, balls hitting her ass each time he thrust forwards. Decker didn’t want this first time to be a long drawn out session, as he knew Lucy would get sore, so he reared away from her body and reached between them to finger her clit. It was large, engorged with blood, and very sensitive. Lucy’s cries became louder and closer together. Decker increased his thrusts still further, and felt his own climax approach.
“Jesus, Lucy, you’re so fucking tight,” he ground out, and flicked her clit rapidly with his thumb.
Lucy convulsed under him, bucking her hips and clenching around his cock. His release lashed through him and he shot into her, pulling her hips to him as he jerked against her. He quickly regained control, and held Lucy tight as she came down, praising her warmly.
“Clever girl, good girl. Wasn’t that nice? You were amazing, baby, that felt wonderful for me, you’re a natural, sweetheart,” he murmured. She shuddered a few more times, then lay back, totally spent.
Decker withdrew and turned Lucy over so they were spooning comfortably. He fondled her breasts, still whispering compliments and praise into her ear.
Lucy sighed in total satisfied bliss. After laying like that for a few moments, she turned to face Decker.
“Thank you,” she said seriously.
“No, sweetie, thank YOU,” he told her kindly. “You were magnificent.”
“No, I mean thank you for being so patient with me, and making this such a fantastic experience for me. I really never thought I’d do this, but you made it so easy. Thank you.” Lucy’s eyes teared up a little.
Decker just pulled her close to him and hugged her warmly. This was one of the best parts of the job. When Brody put the team together over a year ago, Decker was pleased to be invited to be part of a group of men whose sole aim was to cause young, damaged or inexperienced men and women to learn to enjoy sex, and Lucy had been very rewarding.
Lucy drifted off to sleep rapidly, and slept soundly all night.
In the morning, Lucy awoke slowly, stretching, feeling a delicious lassitude throughout her body. Decker was fast asleep beside her, and she got up quietly so as not to wake him. Her thighs had dried semen on them, and she went to the shower, smiling a little. As she left, she heard splashing from the pool and walked out to see Callum doing lengths and Mason on the weights. She dived in and swam over to Callum.
“Hey, lovely. Good morning!” Greeted Callum, sizing her up. Lucy grinned at him, eyes sparkling. Callum marvelled at how quickly she’d gone from fearful to confident, and his respect for Brody grew further.
As she trod water next to him, Callum’s eyes travelled over Lucy’s body. As usual, she was naked, and her breasts were just peeking out of the water -- a sight which made his cock hard. Brody had told them she was now fair game, so he didn’t have to keep his libido under control today. He allowed the feelings to wash through him.
Lucy noticed the look in his eyes change. She had come to feel Callum and Mason were sort of older brothers -- but the hot look in Callum’s eyes was far from brotherly. She heard a splash behind her, and saw that Mason had stripped off and joined them in the pool. The two men took hold of her, pulling her back to the edge, and she lay back and relaxed in their arms, allowing them to support her in the water.
Mason lifted her out of the water and sat her on the edge of the pool. He pushed her legs apart and moved between them. Callum lifted himself out of the water, and Lucy’s eyes lingered on his huge erection. When she tore her gaze away and looked at his face, she saw his hunger for her, and she reached for him. Her hand wrapped around his cock; it was bigger than Decker’s, thicker, but it didn’t worry her. Instead, she felt a rush of moisture seep from her core. She gasped and looked down at Mason’s head between her thighs, and cried out as he lapped and suckled at her folds, stabbing her clit with his tongue.
Callum lifted Lucy and carried her to the massage table, Mason following closely. He placed her on the edge so her legs were hanging off the side. Leaving Mason to continue sucking her, he moved to Lucy’s breasts and pulled a nipple into his mouth, making her moan loudly. The team had been waiting days for the time when Lucy was ready to take, and they were glad it was finally here. Working together, they quickly brought her to orgasm.
Lucy screamed aloud, and grabbed handfuls of Mason’s hair as she clamped her legs around his head. As she relaxed for a moment, she decided she would join in more fully, rather than simply wait for the men to fuck her.
Turning around on the table, she took Callum’s cock in her hand and brought it to her mouth, as she’d seen on the porn movies. Against all her expectations, she has more than willing to suck the magnificent organ, happy to bring her lovers the same pleasure they’d brought to her. As she licked and kissed her way up Callum’s shaft, she felt Mason lifting her hip and sliding easily into her, well lubricated by her juices.
Lucy measured the rhythm of her sucking to Mason’s thrusts, and although both men could have held on for much longer, as they made eye contact a signal passed between them and they decided on a speedier climax. Callum held Lucy’s hair and gently guided her up and down on his cock, hurrying her without forcing her to take more than she was comfortable with. As he did so, Mason pounded into Lucy harder and faster, until the sound of slapping flesh and Lucy’s moans caused him to erupt within her. As Lucy cried out, Callum shot into her mouth, and she spluttered a bit, swallowing most of his essence, with some dribbling out the side in a very erotic manner.
“Baby, that was amazing, clever girl,” praised Callum, while Mason drew her to him and kissed her warmly. Lucy collapsed into him, breathing heavily.
After a while, Lucy sat up and looked at the men.
“Thank you,” she said again. Callum and Mason looked back gravely, but with a kind twinkle in their eyes.
“You’re welcome, honey,” Mason said with feeling.
Lucy swam in the pool with the guys for a while to clean off, then dressed in a robe and went to the kitchen for breakfast, and in search of Brody, whom she had not seen since last night.
She found him drinking coffee in the kitchen, and he got up to make her one.
“Morning, sweetie. Ok?” Brody looked keenly into her eyes, and smiled at what he saw there.
“Mmmm, I feel great, thanks,” Lucy answered. She looked at him, but before she could speak, Brody said,
“I want to see you for a de-brief after breakfast, sweetie. Save it for then.”
Lucy nodded, and sat down with her coffee.
Callum and Mason came into the room, hair still wet and tousled. They both kissed Lucy before getting coffee. Decker followed a few moments later, and they all had breakfast together. Lucy loved it; a real feeling of warmth and camaraderie.
After a while, Brody touched her shoulder, and Lucy obediently got up and followed him into the small study, which was where their therapy sessions had mostly been held. She sat and looked at him expectantly. Brody smiled.
“So. How was it?” He enquired, already knowing the answer. He’d had a quick word with Decker earlier, and had noticed the looks Lucy had given the others.
“Amazing. Fantastic. Incredible. All of the above,” said Lucy frankly.
Brody went into some detail about how it made Lucy feel, and if all her worries were put to rest; as well as some
thoughts for the future. Lucy looked and sounded like a different person -- gone from child to woman in one night. Brody felt very satisfied.
Lucy paused in her spoken thoughts, and looked at Brody a little shyly.
“But, what about you?” She asked.
“What about me?” Brody queried.
“Won’t you and I, you know ...” Lucy tailed off. Brody waited, forcing her to say it.
“Have sex together?” she finally got out, blushing.
“Do you want to?” He asked, teasing.
“Yes! I really want to!” Lucy exclaimed.
“Good. Me too,” Brody told her sincerely. “I’m going out for a while, but I’ll see you tonight, I promise.” He winked at her, and left her to her thoughts.
The night couldn’t come quickly enough for Lucy. She chatted to the rest of the team, but her mind was on the night ahead. Lucy felt such a warm feeling of respect, trust and esteem for Brody, mixed with some lust, that she was on tenterhooks all day. She felt she would do anything that Brody asked, and then some.
As evening beckoned, Lucy became even more impatient.
“Where is he, anyway?” She asked the team. “What’s he doing?”
Callum answered her.
“He’s setting up our next guest. It’s taking a little bit of organising. But don’t worry, he’ll be back soon. And if not, I’m happy to take over for him,” he grinned at her slyly.
Sure enough, a short while later, Lucy heard the sound of a car, and rushed to the door to greet Brody. He gave her an
intense kiss which had her toes curling.
They ate dinner, which Lucy only pecked at. The wine was flowing and the conversation ebbed and flowed in a comforting rhythm, as the team and Lucy lounged in the soft chairs. Lucy couldn’t take her eyes off Brody. How she had ever thought he was a thug was beyond her. His face was strong, his eyes intelligent; gentle at the same time as commanding. A face which showed his experience. His short cropped hair and piercings couldn’t detract from the classical lines. His body was muscular. It would be easy to feel intimidated or even afraid of Brody, until you knew him. There was no fear in Lucy now.
As if he felt her stare, Brody glanced over at Lucy and smiled his special smile. He got up and took her hand. Lucy gave it, then gasped as he quickly drew her up and lifted her over his shoulder, one hand holding her legs, the other trapping her hands. She giggled as he said goodnight to the rest of the team, feeling a little embarrassed that they would know Brody and she were having sex in the next room. Then all feelings of embarrassment faded away as Brody dropped her on the bed and caged her with his arms.
They didn’t speak as Brody slowly peeled off Lucy’s clothes. When she was bared to him, he started kissing his way down her body. He was still fully clothed, which felt very sexy. Brody stopped for a moment.
“Do you trust me, Lucy?” He asked quietly. Lucy nodded with feeling.
“Yes,” she replied simply.
Brody produced a blindfold and soft rope from a drawer, and showed them to Lucy. Her eyes widened, not in fear, but surprised trepidation. Brody paused a moment, then, as Lucy didn’t object, he tied the blindfold around her eyes. Using the rope, he quickly and efficiently secured Lucy’s hands to the headboard, and ankles to the footboard, so that she was spread-eagled face down on the bed. Lucy tugged at them but they didn’t give. Her breathing increased and her heart thudded. As she couldn’t see, her other senses were heightened, and she listened carefully as Brody moved around the room. She sensed him come back to the bed, and jumped a little as she felt his touch on her skin.
Brody chuckled and rubbed her soothingly. He climbed onto the bed, and Lucy could smell his scent -- manly and enticing. She felt on edge, with excitement and some tension. She wasn’t sure she liked the loss of control.
Lucy felt something else touch her back. She wasn’t sure what it was; it felt like several pieces of cloth cut into strips.
“Brody? What is that? What are you doing?” Lucy enquired nervously.
“It’s called a flogger,” Brody replied. “It’s pieces of soft leather on a handle.”
“A flogger! You’re going to hit me?” Gasped Lucy incredulously. “Brody, I’m not sure about this!”
Brody put his mouth to her ear.
“It’s ok. You’ll be ok,” he whispered. “Stop worrying about what you think might happen, and concentrate on what is actually happening. And remember -- you trust me.”
Lucy swallowed. It was true, she did trust him, and although she felt a little claustrophobic from being tied, she hadn’t been hurt. She heard some music start up, quiet but with a deep bass beat which thudded through her.
Brody started tapping her shoulders, back and buttocks with the leather, softly, occasionally touching her sex which was spread open. Each time, Lucy jerked, but not really from any pain; in fact she was finding it increasingly erotic.
Almost imperceptibly, Brody increased the strength of his strikes, and timed them to the rhythm of the music. Lucy was no longer flinching, and as the leather was now touching her hard enough to redden the skin, Brody was avoiding her sex. He could see that Lucy was wet, and the sight of her glistening pussy was enticing him, but he was determined to let Lucy have the full experience of the flogger before he fucked her.
The music was pulsing through the room, and Lucy was drifting on a cloud of bliss, almost trance like in its intensity. She felt a moment of concern as she realised she felt almost drugged.
“What’s happening to me?” She moaned.
“Just let it happen, sweetie,” advised Brody quietly. “Don’t resist the sensations, go with them.”
Lucy relaxed and let the music and the strokes of the leather wash over her. She felt the now familiar sensation of a climax approaching, and welcomed it. The music was reaching a crescendo; as it did so, Brody once again amplified his strokes. He could see Lucy was close, and as he watched her she shuddered and bucked on the bed as her orgasm rushed through her.
Brody quickly untied the restraints, removed the blindfold, and stripped off his clothes. He curled protectively around Lucy’s inert body and hugged her close. She was silent, and limp in his arms. After several minutes, Lucy stirred, almost as if waking from sleep.
“Ok, love?” Asked Brody softly.
“Mmmmm,” murmured Lucy in reply. More minutes passed.
Lucy stirred again, this time sitting up and looking at Brody.
“What was that?” She asked. “What happened to me then? It was almost like I was hypnotised,” she added, bemused.
“I suppose you were a little,” replied Brody. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes. It was amazing. But why did I? You were hitting me! I shouldn’t have enjoyed that, what’s wrong with me?”
Brody smiled at her and drew her down into the crook of his arm again, snuggling closely and kissing her ear and hair. “Nothing’s wrong with you. Lots of people enjoy it. I just wanted to show you that you don’t need to be afraid anymore. You can go out and enjoy sex any way you want it, with whomever you want it with -- just like the modern woman you are.”
“But that wasn’t even sex!” Protested Lucy.
A hot look came into Brody’s eyes.
“This is,” he told her, then rolled her onto her back and covered her with his strong body. Lucy smiled and opened her legs to him confidently. Brody ran his erection over Lucy’s folds and groaned to find them hot, wet and welcoming.
Controlling himself, Brody entered her slowly, waiting until her inexperienced body adjusted to his size before proceeding. Lucy threw her head back and drew a deep breath of enjoyment. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled his body deeper. Brody started thrusting steadily backwards and forwards, gently at first, then, as Lucy started matching him, faster and harder until he was pounding into her with abandon.
Brody thought he would never get enough, never get tired of introducing people to the pleasures of good sex. The reward of hearing Lucy moan and pant with pure bliss was intoxicating and as she gave a loud, inarticulate cry, Brody shattered too, climaxing with a roar and shooting into her depths, clutching her hips tightly.
After a moment, Brody collapsed onto Lucy, giving her almost all of his weight. She wriggled in pleasure underneath him, and drew another few twitches from his spent cock. He kissed her lovingly, then drew out and spooned her close. With a sigh, he rose and fetched a cloth, cleaning them both up, then returned to Lucy’s side. For a while they lay there quietly, Brody rubbing Lucy and kissing her hair and ears. Then he noticed her shoulders shaking and realised she was crying.
“Hey, don’t cry. What’s wrong, baby?” He crooned soothingly.
“This is goodbye, isn’t it,” sobbed Lucy. Brody was silent, which was admission enough for Lucy. He just squeezed her tight and held her until her sobs eased.
“You don’t need us anymore, Lucy,” he told her kindly.
“Someone else needs us now. You’re going to be fine -- and don’t you want to go and visit Tina?”
Lucy nodded miserably. She knew Brody was right, but still didn’t want to leave the safety and comfort of the team.
She cuddled into Brody’s strong arms and finally fell asleep.
Next morning, Lucy awoke alone. She got dressed slowly, reluctantly facing the thought that she was leaving. Packing her bag, she found it hard to believe how much she had changed in such a short time. She made extra effort with her hair and make-up, and gradually her spirits lifted. It was going to be exciting, looking at men with a different attitude. Lucy began to plan a few changes to her routine, and looked forward to discussing them with Tina.
With more of a bounce in her step, she went to find the team, who were having breakfast. As she entered the room, Decker got up and hugged her, followed by Mason and Callum. She hugged them back, but held up her hands before they spoke.
“Don’t say anything or else I’ll cry, and I don’t want to spoil my make-up,” she told them with a smile which was somewhat forced.
“Ok, honey,” said Decker understandingly. They kept the talk light, current affairs, sport, weather, until breakfast was over.
“Are you packed up, Lucy?” Brody asked her. Lucy nodded.
“Ok then, let’s get your stuff in the car. It’s about a half hour drive to Tina’s, and she’s expecting you before lunch.”
In what seemed no time at all, Lucy was in the car, heading back towards the city. The car drew up outside a pleasant house on a quiet street, and Lucy saw Tina run down the steps and pause at the gate. Lucy and Callum, who was driving, got out. Tina ran to him, and he opened his arms and caught her as she threw herself at him. They hugged, and Lucy felt a twinge of jealousy, which she squashed ruthlessly.
Callum didn’t linger. He kissed Tina, hugged and kissed Lucy too, then drove away. Tina looked at Lucy a little nervously.
“So ... how are you? Err ... are you ok? I mean ...” she fumbled hesitantly, not sure how Lucy was going to react.
Lucy walked to her friend and hugged her.
“Thank you, Tina. Thank you so much. You’re the best friend in the world.”
Tina sagged in relief, and the two friends went indoors to finish their visit.
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