The Submissive Who Knew No Limits in the Back Room

Nuria had been writing to Bruno for weeks on a forum that was accessible only by invitation. There were no subtleties there: people said what they wanted and what they were willing to take, and she had made herself clear from the very first message. She wanted to give herself completely, without a safety net, to someone who would not handle her gently. Bruno replied with an address, a time, and a single condition.

—You come alone and do whatever you’re told —he wrote—. If you have doubts, don’t come.

She didn’t hesitate.

The place was a neighborhood social club like the ones that close in the afternoon, with the shutter half down and a strip curtain at the back separating the main room from a windowless storeroom. It smelled of stale beer and damp cardboard. When Nuria pushed aside the curtain, Bruno was already waiting, seated on a plastic chair, and beside him, standing, was a younger man she didn’t know.

—This is Iván —Bruno said without getting up—. He’s playing with us today. Any problem?

Nuria shook her head. The more, the better, she thought, and the idea made her pulse race in a way that scared her a little and turned her on much more.

—Take your clothes off and get on your knees —Bruno ordered.

She obeyed slowly, folding her clothes on top of a crate of empty bottles, and knelt on the cold tiled floor. Bruno watched her with the calm of someone evaluating a purchase, unhurried, letting her feel the weight of both their gazes on her.

***

The first to come over was him. He grabbed her blonde ponytail and yanked upward to force her face up. With his other hand he shoved two fingers into her mouth, all the way in, testing how far she could take it. Tears sprang to Nuria’s eyes and she gagged, but as soon as she could breathe again she smiled, as if telling him to keep going.

—You take it well —Bruno said, almost surprised—. Let’s see how much.

Iván had stripped in the meantime. He was tall, with the kind of body built by carrying weight all day, and he came up from the side without waiting for permission. He put a hand on the back of her neck and shoved her toward him. Nuria opened her mouth and took him in fully, until she felt her throat closing and her vision clouding over. The younger man set a slow rhythm at first, holding her head with both hands, and she dug her nails into his thighs to steady herself.

—No hands —Iván told her—. Hands behind your back.

She took her hands behind her back and surrendered to the motion, letting him decide the air she got and the air she didn’t. The gagging grew loud, one after another, and still she didn’t pull away. It was Iván who withdrew, satisfied, leaving her panting with her chin slick with saliva and a string hanging down to her chest.

—Good girl —Bruno murmured—. Come here.

***

What came after erased whatever shame she had left. Bruno made her get on all fours on the floor, ordered her to arch her back and stick her ass out, and kept her like that for a long while, just staring, until she started moving on her own, looking to be touched. When he finally slipped two fingers inside her, he did it all at once, and Nuria moaned as if she had been waiting for it for hours.

—Look at her —he said to Iván without stopping—. This one doesn’t need convincing of anything.

—Keep going —she begged with her face against the tile—. Don’t stop.

Bruno stopped right then, of course, and landed a sharp smack that made her cry out. That was the rule of the game and all three of them knew it: pleasure wasn’t asked for, it was earned by taking it.

Nuria reached for the bulge in Bruno’s trousers, but she didn’t have time. Iván planted himself in front of her again, held her head, and drove his cock halfway in with a single thrust. The stink of the younger man’s sweat, after a whole day’s work, hit her full in the face, and instead of pulling away she drew a deep breath, seeking him, as if that smell were part of what she had come looking for. The second snap of his hips took her all the way, and the rhythm turned into a full-on throat-fuck.

The gagging came back, harder, until Nuria couldn’t take it anymore and vomited part of what she’d eaten at midday. Iván pulled out in time, laughing, and she stood still for a second, waiting to see if that would put them off. It didn’t. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiled, and opened up again, asking for more.

—This one’s bottomless —Iván said, and they both laughed.

***

Bruno took the lead then. He took off his belt, folded it, and ran it along her cheek without hitting her, only threatening.

—Up to now you’ve been playing —he told her—. From here on, we’re in full control. If you want to stop, say so and it’s over. Do you want to stop?

—No —she answered, looking him in the eyes—. I don’t want to stop.

That word was the key. Bruno grabbed her ponytail and dragged her, almost by force, to a chair, where he sat her down and tied her wrists behind her back with the belt. Iván held her legs apart, and Bruno crouched in front to spit onto her chest and watch her shiver with pleasure.

—You like being treated like this —it wasn’t a question.

—I love it —Nuria said, and it was true.

They left her tied up for a while, taking turns: one bit her neck while the other pinched her nipples until she moaned, and then they switched, without warning, so she never knew where the next sensation would come from. Uncertainty left her soaked. When Bruno slid a hand between her legs and checked how wet she was, he let out a low laugh.

—Take the belt off her —he told Iván—. Back on the floor.

***

They put her astride Bruno, who had lain down on his back on the floor. Nuria grabbed his cock with her hand, ran it all over her slit to slick herself up, and lowered herself slowly, feeling him enter centimeter by centimeter until her thighs struck the man’s hips. She threw her head back and started moving, setting the pace herself for the first time all afternoon.

Bruno let her enjoy it for a few minutes. He took her tits in his rough hands and pulled her against his body, and if not for the force with which he held her, Nuria would have slipped on the sweat running over both their skin.

Iván knelt behind her. He spread her buttocks, spat, and brought his cock to her ass. He went in slowly, meeting little resistance, and once he was fully inside he began to sync his rhythm with the front one, the two men filling her at once. Nuria cried out at being opened from both ends.

—Oh God, like that —she panted—. Harder, don’t hold back.

The two of them seemed to have done this before, because they found a brutal rhythm without getting in each other’s way, one going in as the other came out, giving her no breathing room. The sweat from all three bodies blended in that airless room, and Nuria’s moans rose in volume with every thrust.

—I’m going to cum —she warned, her voice breaking—. I’m going to cum like a bitch.

Her body began to tremble. Her toes curled in a spasm, her back arched of its own accord, and for an instant she went vacant-eyed, held up only by the two cocks driving through her. When the orgasm finally crashed through her, she screamed so loudly that Iván had to cover her mouth with his hand so it wouldn’t be heard outside the place.

The two men stopped, waiting for her to calm down. She was still riding the last jolts of pleasure when she was already asking for more.

—Again —she panted—. You haven’t finished me off.

***

Bruno got up and went to the boxes in the corner, rummaging until he found what he was looking for. He came back with a small glass bottle, a soda bottle, smooth and narrow-necked. He shook it in front of Nuria’s face with a crooked smile.

—Let’s see if this fits, slut.

—Try it —she challenged, opening herself with her fingers.

He laid her on her back and asked Iván to hold one leg while he lifted the other. He spat on her to help it along and slowly began inserting the bottle, watching the glass disappear bit by bit. Nuria started sweating hard, biting her lip, holding her breath. When only a few centimeters were left outside, Bruno turned it slightly and pulled it out just as slowly as he had put it in. The glass came out gleaming and she let out her breath in a rush, eyes rolling back.

—Fuck —she murmured—. Again. Deeper.

—Turn over —Bruno ordered—. On your knees, face to the floor.

In a second Nuria was bent over, ass in the air and forehead resting on her forearms, offering herself. Iván had opened her up with thrusts and the hole was still stretched. Bruno gave each cheek a smack, just enough for her to lift her head and smile over her shoulder, giving him permission for anything.

He started with a clenched fist, slowly, needing several attempts until she gave way, and the blonde purred between her teeth while the man moved his arm back and forth at an even pace. Only when she begged for it did he pull it out, just as slowly, leaving her panting face-down.

***

By then both men were going full tilt. Bruno lay down again and made her climb on top, and while she impaled herself on him from the front, Iván entered her again from behind. The double fucking started up once more, all three of them sweaty and slick, the whole room smelling of sex.

—Where do you want it? —Iván panted—. Inside?

—Inside, you bastard —Nuria shouted—. Cum inside my ass.

He didn’t need telling twice. Iván sped up, trembling, and emptied himself inside her without stopping his thrusts, filling her with heat while the blonde cried out with pleasure. When he pulled his cock out, the hole stayed open and a thick trickle slid down her thigh. Nuria reached back with her fingers, scooped some up, and ran it over her lips without a trace of shame.

—Now you —she said to Bruno, licking her lips.

The man turned her abruptly, leaving her on her back on the floor, grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs. He started fucking her savagely, pulling his cock all the way out with each movement, and Nuria took it while squeezing her tits and asking for more.

—Destroy me —she told him—. I’m your bitch, don’t stop.

Bruno went into complete abandon. He lay fully on top of her, slid his hands under her ass to lift her, and drove in to the hilt. Nuria was choking beneath his weight and the heat pouring off that body, but she didn’t complain: she licked the sweat from his neck as if she wanted to keep everything he gave off.

—I’m cumming —the man growled—. Take it.

He gave one last thrust as deep as he could and stayed still, emptying himself inside her in spurts that Nuria felt filling her from within. When he was done, he let himself fall to the side, on his back, with his cock still half hard and shining.

—Clean me up —he said, eyes closed.

She obeyed. She sat up, grabbed his cock by the base, and ran her tongue over the whole length until it was clean of saliva and everything else, never taking her eyes off him. In seconds it was gleaming as if nothing had happened.

***

The two men got dressed in near silence, with that strange calm that comes afterward. Iván tousled her hair as he passed, half in joke, and Bruno left a bottle of water beside her before parting the strip curtain.

—You took more than I thought —he said from the doorway—. Next time, if you want, I’ll warn you.

—Warn me —she replied, still on the floor, smiling.

Nuria stayed a little longer sitting on the cold tile, catching her breath, feeling the rest of what they had left inside her settling downward. She dressed slowly, picked up her clothes from on top of the boxes, and went out into the empty room, where the afternoon light slipped in through the half-lowered shutter.

She parked near home with her body still hot and the leather seat easing the burning a little. As she got out, she couldn’t help laughing to herself: she was already thinking about how long Bruno would take to write to her again, and how far she’d be willing to go next time.