As we entered the private dining room, both Savannah and I were laughing about three drunken subs and four very unamused Doms. Looking up, I saw the worried expressions lining both Ian’s and James’ faces, and I instantly sobered.
“All better now?” Ian asked. Eyeing me harshly, his Dominant appraisal raked my flesh.
“Yes. I am. Thank you, Sir,” I replied, demurely.
“Thank you, Savannah. It looks like you worked a bit of magic on our girl,” James acknowledged.
Our girl. Strange, the sound of that didn’t fill me with panic. Savannah had worked more than magic; she’d performed a miracle.
“You’re welcome, Sir.” Savannah beamed.
“She certainly has,” Ian added. Standing, he pointed to my empty chair. “Sit. Eat your salad. And don’t ever think of running away from us again when something is bothering you. Is that clear?”
My face flushed in embarrassment as Ian dressed me down in front of everyone in the room.
“Yes, Sir,” I shyly mumbled.
“You don’t need to be embarrassed around us, Liz,” Nick offered with a sympathetic smile.
“You’re on a path that’s unfamiliar to you, but we’re well acquainted with the uneven road and all the pitfalls in your path,” Dylan added with a wink.
“Stop trying to drive the bus, Liz,” James admonished. “Sit back and relax. Ask all the questions you can think of, but let us lead you where you need to go. All right?”
Did he have any idea how damn erotic his buttery command sounded? Of course he did, and he knew the exact effect it would have on me, as well.
“Yes, Sir.”
Ian held my chair as I sat and scooted toward the table. Piercing the lettuce with my fork, I dove into my salad, keeping my head down until the heat drained from my face.
“You’re doing fine, girl. Stop analyzing everything. Follow that inner voice that longs to submit and please,” Ian whispered. A wave of hunger blossomed everywhere except my belly.
I paid close attention to the trio across the table as we ate and talked, Dylan and Nick’s personalities were far more divergent than Ian’s and James’. I also noticed that Savannah didn’t favor one over the other. She rendered equal affection to her Masters with an unorthodox freedom that I envied. It was plain to see the three of them were very much in love, and their individual traits complemented each other, as a whole.
Through conversation, I discovered that Mellie was Savannah’s sister. I wondered what the older Miss Carson thought of Savannah’s love triangle. I wondered what Dayne would think of my decision to give this kind of alternative lifestyle a try. I bit back a smile. He would have given me a high five and asked why it had taken me so long to break out of my shell. Damn I missed him.
We spend a long time discussing Trevor, and in particular Drake’s longing for revenge. I didn’t say anything about overhearing his conversation on the phone, but from the comments James made, I knew he was the person Drake had talked to back at the hospital.
The conversation slowly ebbed from retribution to a hodge-podge of various topics. Taking a bite of the crispy cheese bread, I heard Nick mention Councilman Cromwell’s name. Tensing, my heart skipped a beat. James strummed his thumb over my shoulder, in silent reassurance. Still, the bread in my throat seemed to expand. Reaching for my tea, I washed the dough down and listened.
“Master Stephen…um, Joshua called earlier,” Nick said. “He told me that Cromwell had invited him to cut the ribbon at the site for a new arts center, slated to be built next spring.”
I wanted to ask Nick if he would mind asking Joshua to shove the scissors through Cromwell’s heart after he cut the ribbon, but refrained. I didn’t want them thinking I was buckets full of crazy all the time.
James gently squeezed my shoulder. I turned to see a sparkle of arousal in his eyes as he dropped his napkin onto his plate. I tried not to focus too keenly on what he and Ian had in store for me, but questions gnawed like termites in my head.
“Stop fretting. We’re not going to put you on an altar and sacrifice your BDSM virgin ass tonight,” James whispered in my ear.
I couldn’t help but laugh. James had a unique ability to ease my worries. At least until the bill was paid and we’d climbed back into his truck. He’d only driven a few short blocks before he pulled into a gravel parking lot.
“We’re already at Genesis?” I asked on a trembling voice.
“Yes. Mika knows you’re coming, so we’re going to bring you in through the back door,” Ian explained as he helped me down from the truck.
“There’ll be a crowd of members checking in through the front. We figured it would be a little less intimidating for you this way, sweetheart,” James added as he punched in a code before yanking open a wide, metal door.
“Thank you.” I was amazed I could speak, since my heart seemed to be lodged in my throat.
Standing at the portal, I couldn’t force my feet to move. They seemed frozen in place. Ian and James bound their arms around my waist, patiently waiting for me to take the first step. Sucking in a deep breath, I managed to step over the threshold, only to jump when the heavy door slammed shut behind me.
Standing at the end of a long corridor, dozens of closed doors lined the walls.
“These are the private rooms,” Ian explained. “Come on, the dungeon is right through here.”
Making out way toward a large open archway, we stepped into the dungeon. I expected to hear screams, see blood, and feel a heavy weight of authority in the air. Instead, I was met with laughter, and a sense of casual calmness in the air. People gathered, talking and laughing, while others mingled or stood in line at the long bar on my left.
A handful of Doms busily plucked toys from various bags and cases, meticulously laying out their tools of torture on freestanding tables situated near each piece of dungeon equipment. Their subs stood or knelt on the ground at their feet, patiently waiting for their Dominants’ commands. Ian and James steadied me with their strong arms as I took in the sights around me. As I suspected, some faces looked familiar, but there were twice as many new ones.
Sucking in a deep breath, I reminded myself that I wanted to break free; change my life and experience everything James and Ian offered. Yet, standing in the middle of a BDSM dungeon, I realized my comfort zone was a couple of light years away.
The telltale tingles of panic numbed my toes as it worked its way up my body, but before I let it send me to a distant planet, Mika stood before me wearing a welcoming smile.
“It’s a pleasure to see you here, Liz,” he stated, brushing a soft kiss over my cheek. Hovering close to my ear, he added, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Relax, girl. You’re perfectly safe here, I guarantee it.”
Mika’s promise helped tamp down my whacked-out anxiety, and as he pulled back I gave him a grateful smile.
“That a girl.” He winked, then turned his attention to James. “What do you two have planned for this beautiful sub tonight?”
“We’ll probably grab a drink, watch a few sessions, then head back to the privacy of my room. Then we’ll…” A wicked gleam danced over James’ dark eyes and I shivered. “Slowly start her on the path.”
“Wonderful.” Mika beamed. “Good luck, Liz, though you won’t need it. You’re in very capable hands.”
With a smile and a nod, Mika walked away. The hairs on the back of my neck began to prickle. Scanning the members, I spied Kerr sitting alone at a small round table near the front of the room. He watched me with a sharp, evaluating stare. I couldn’t help but tense beneath his lecherous gaze, Kerr stood and began walking toward us. The man dweebed me out on every level, and it took all the strength I had not to turn and run.
“James,” I whispered, unable to keep the fear from my voice.
“Son of a bitch,” Ian groused under his breath, then leveled an intimidating glare on Kerr.
“What do you need?” James asked the man in an icy, terse voice.
“Just wanted to say hi to the pretty lady.” He shrugged. James and Ian held me in a possessive tight grip. “And wanted to volunteer if you two boys might be looking for a third Dom to put this hot piece of ass through her paces.”
“No,” I blurted out, shaking my head adamantly.
A loathsome smile crawled across his mouth. “You need to learn your place, slut. I wasn’t talking to you,” Kerr scoffed.
Slut? The way Kerr said the word left an oily film on my skin.
I wanted to slap him for the insult, but before I could even raise a hand James stepped in front of me and moved in on Kerr. He stood toe-to-toe with the slimy bastard as Ian pushed me behind him protectively. I peeked over his shoulder. My heart hammered in my chest fearing James and Kerr were about to start throwing punches.
“You need to learn some etiquette,” James growled. “You’re not welcome around me, or anyone I’m with. Do I make myself clear?”
“Jesus, who pissed in your Wheaties? Lighten up. I was only offering. You don’t have to be a prick about it,” Kerr replied. Holding up his hands in surrender, he backed away, but kept his gaze locked on me like a lion stalking a gazelle.
James and Ian surrounded me like a fortress, pressing their hard bodies against mine.
“He’s a fucking asshole, Liz. Don’t let him mess with your head. Understood?” Ian whispered as he brushed his fingers through my hair.
“I don’t like him, but I’m not afraid of him,” I assured him. “I’m not afraid of anyone here. Not with you two by my side.”
“I wish he would have taken a swing at me. Then Mika could kick his player ass to the curb,” James fumed, then exhaled a heavy sigh. “Would you like to sit and watch some of the scenes? I’ll grab us something to drink.”
“Yes.” I nodded. “I’d like that very much. Could I have a rum and Coke, please?”
Ian chuckled and James grinned. “Um, they don’t serve liquor here, little one.”
“They don’t? But the bar… I thought… Okay. I’ll have cranberry juice, please.”
“I’ll get them,” Ian offered. “Soda for you, James?”
“That’d be great. Thanks,” he replied. “We’ll find a table.”
Ian pressed a kiss to my lips. “I’ll be right back, little one.”
James selected a spot toward the middle of the dungeon, close to some of the crosses and benches, but far away from Kerr. As we sat down, James jerked a nod to Dylan, Nick, and Savannah as they appeared from behind a long, red velvet curtain. Dylan headed toward the bar while Nick and Savannah joined us at the table. Soon the six of us were once again laughing and sharing stories.
The sound of a whip cracking through air had me jerking in its direction. A tall, thin older woman wearing a short, red dress lowered the whip, then scraped her nails along the back of a man cuffed to a big cross. James placed a finger to his lips, and the room stilled to a low buzz of whispered conversations.
Sliding a hand to my nape, James held me still, then moved his mouth to my ear. “That’s Lady Ivory and her submissive, Dark Desires. They play hard. But don’t be alarmed. It’s consensual. Like Trevor, Dark enjoys the pain his Mistress inflicts.”
I nodded. Though I didn’t have a clue what ‘playing hard’ meant, I was grateful James had warned me. Ivory flicked her wrist, landing the end of the whip over her sub’s flesh. Savannah issued a wistful sigh. I assumed she enjoyed pain as well.
Drawing the snake-like rope of leather high over her head, Ivory jerked her wrist, the whip cracked with a loud snap. Both her submissive, Dark, and I jolted in surprise. I imagined a blow to the flesh with that much force would require stitches. With an inward shutter, I glanced at some of the other sessions playing out along the wall’s perimeter. Ian pointed out a female sub bent over a padded bench. Her Dom landed a thick bundled flogger with long, leather strands over her back and ass cheeks in an even tempo.
Feeling the weight of sensory overload, I tried to absorb the scenes being played out around the dungeon. Turning my attention back to the cross, Dark Desire sported several angry, red welts over his back and buns. Cringing, I wondered how the man could take such torture. Turning his head, Dark’s eyes were closed, but his face reflected absolute serenity. I couldn’t help but stare. Enthralled with his peaceful expression, I wanted to find a way to bask in the same profound peace mirroring his face.
Sensing movement across the table, I turned from my musing to see Nick’s and Dylan’s hands up Savannah’s skirt. Toying with her sex, they kissed her lips, neck and cheeks as she rolled her hips against their busy hands. With her head lolled back against Nick’s broad shoulder, both men whispered in her ears, and I could only imagine the deviant suggestions rolling off their tongues. Mesmerized by the wickedly hot scene taking place at our table, it felt as if I was intruding on a private moment, but like a twisted voyeur, I couldn’t look away.
The bond of trust and love between the three felt electric, and as Savannah surrendered to their dual seduction, my hormones awakened with a covetous scream. My nipples peaked, and my breasts grew heavy. My breathing turned shallow and my pussy clutched.
Silently, Dylan rose to his feet and lifted Savannah into his arms. The four Doms exchanged a nod before the trio left the dungeon, disappearing down the hall of private rooms. Green with envy, I suspected Savannah would soon be wearing the same ethereal expression as Dark Desire.
I stared at the portal, fantasizing what lurid pleasures my new sub friend was enjoying before Ian placed a finger beneath my chin. Drawing me back from my own distraction, the penetrating lust that blazed in his eyes only served to intensify the ache between my legs.
“Are you ready to head back to my room, gorgeous?” James whispered as he cupped a warm hand around my shoulder.
Before I could respond to him, Ian bent in close. His sultry breath wafted over my neck.
“Think carefully before you answer, little one. Once you agree to this, nothing will ever be the same. Life, as you know it, will change. There’ll be no going back. Understood?”
“Are you trying to scare me out of doing this?” I asked softly.
“No. I’m just making sure your eyes are wide open, little one.” Ian smiled.
Sliding a gaze over the subs willingly ceding to their Dominants, I lingered at the empty cross a few feet from our table. The gleaming wood called to something deep inside me… enticing a mysterious longing that licked at my spine. I wanted to rip away the layers of flesh that were hiding the submissive inside me, and set her free.
“I’m ready,” I whispered with conviction.
James and Ian each extended a hand and helped me from the chair. Wrapped in their possessive safety and warmth, we left the dungeon. Anticipation and need thrummed through my veins like a drum. Stopping mid-way in the hall, James reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. As he turned the latch and opened the door, Ian flipped on the lights, then escorted me in as James closed and locked the door behind us.
I took in my surroundings. A huge bed stood across the room, adorned in a chocolate and cream comforter. I bit my lip spying the modern metal frame with chains and cuffs attached at all four corners. A bathroom lay to my left, and an antique dresser to my right by the door. There was some type of tall, metal frame shoved against the wall, beyond the dresser. But it was the polished wooden cross—like the one that had tempted me in the dungeon—standing in the center of the room that caused my heart to stutter. Excitement dipped low in my belly.
“We want you on the cross for us tonight, little one,” Ian announced.
Moving in close, neither kissed nor touched me. I suddenly felt isolated and alone. Desperate for a caress of reassurance, I tensed and cast a pensive gaze toward the floor.
“Such a natural little sub,” James murmured. His praise soothed, but not nearly as much as his touch would have.
I reached out for them. The anxiety soaring inside me had me yearning for the tangible connection that only their hands and bodies would calm. But when they both inched away from me, insecurities took over. I raised my head, ready to beg and plead, their Dominant stares—intimidating and assessing—flipped some inner switch within. The desire to please them and make them proud roared through me with such force, it nearly stole my breath.
“Neither James nor I have a long litany of rules we expect you to follow at the club. As long as you are respectful and polite to the guests there will be no issues. However, once we step inside this room, our expectations grow, exponentially. You will tell us everything that you want, need, and feel. Communication between the three of us is non-negotiable. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” I nodded.
“Good girl,” James smoothed in a low drawl that made my pulse flutter. “Now tell us what you want.”
I closed my eyes. “Your touch, Sirs.”
“Why?” James pressed.
“It comforts me, and helps me feel more centered,” I replied, hating that my needs made me feel so damn weak.
“Strip off your clothes,” James instructed.
His quiet command sped through me like lightning…tingling and hot. Yet a hollow, empty coldness followed when I realized they weren’t going to give me what I needed—what I’d bravely asked for.
With trembling fingers, I pulled my dress off over my head. Ian extended his hand and I draped the garment in his palm. My knee-jerk reaction of wanting to cover myself eased, as their stares skimmed over my half-naked body, like a caress; the physical touch I still longed for. Why weren’t they giving me what I wanted… what I needed? I’d been honest: I’d told them the truth. Maybe it was a test, a way to show me that the path of my submission would be filled with potholes, detours, and landslides. But they were still here. They hadn’t left me. I took comfort in that fact.
Pressing forward, I reached behind my back and unclasped the black demi-bra. As it began to slide from my breasts, James stepped forward and cupped the fabric in his hands. Lowering his gaze, his voice dipped as well.
“Did you wear this especially for me tonight, gorgeous?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered as I cast my gaze back to the floor.
“I didn’t ask you to. Tell me why you did.” James’ voice held a slight tremor, as if I’d truly touched a part of him.
“I—I wanted to see the look of approval in your eyes again.”
But I couldn’t, because I was still staring at the floor like a coward, waiting for the earth to open beneath my feet and swallow me whole. And the honesty pouring from my mouth only served to expose more of the vulnerabilities I’d worked to keep hidden my whole life.
“Look at me,” James demanded in a husky voice.
Doing as instructed, I raised my head. Gazing back, James pinned me with a look of hunger, desire, and oh yes…satisfaction, just like the night before. Wrapping his fingers around my wrist, he drew my palm to his cheek, then laid his hand over mine. His poignant touch was magic. Exactly the medicine I needed, and asked for. My apprehensions melted away.
“I’m flattered that you wanted to please me, sweetheart.” His words were laced with such raw honesty. I knew I wasn’t the only one whose emotions were being stripped away.
James drew me against his unyielding chest, his bold erection pressed against my belly. A tremor rippled my lips as James slanted his against mine. His kiss, so savage and wild, instantly banished any lingering doubts inside me.
Reluctantly pulling away, he cupped the fabric of my bra, sending the straps to skim down my arms and off my fingertips. My nipples, peaking painfully, drew impossibly tighter from the cool air of the room.
“Now the thong, little one,” Ian instructed in a tone rife with urgency.
Easing the skimpy scrap off my hips and down my legs, I stepped out of the material, leaving it lying on the floor. Standing before the two men wearing nothing but a pair of black stilettos, I felt the urge to cover myself once again, and hide the imperfections of my body. Instead, I focused on the burning need to please within me and kept my arms at my sides.
A wolfish smile crawled across James’ lips. “Step up and face the cross, then raise your arms above your head.”
My legs felt like rubber as I moved in and leaned against the cold wooden surface. With a short yelp of surprise, I jerked back as goosebumps prickled my body.
Ian set a palm against my spine, guiding me flush against the frame once more. Closing my eyes, I shivered and inhaled a deep breath as my body heat warmed the wood. Were they going to use the whip and mark my flesh like Dark Desire, or would they use a flogger, or their hands on my proffered ass?
A riot of anxiety swirled. I longed for one more touch—that magical lifeline that calmed me. Turning my head, I darted a glance over my shoulder. Ian and James stood like statues; their matching poses appeared daunting. Legs spread, shoulders squared, with their hands tucked behind their backs, they stared at me, seemingly inspecting every inch of my naked body.
Turning back to face the cross, I held my breath, hoping they wouldn’t tell me to put on my clothes and take me back home. From the corner of my eye, I watched Ian stride into the bathroom, only to return a moment later with a roll of toilet paper in his hand.
My face blazed in embarrassment. I was wet… but surely I wasn’t leaving a damn puddle on the floor… was I? Mortified at the thought, I bent my head to look between my legs when James pressed his deliciously hot body against my back. Greedily drinking in the comfort of his touch, he palmed his strong hands up my arms. Gripping my wrists, he held them against the frame as his moist breath tickled my neck.
“Control can be a very complex thing. Both in giving and retaining,” James whispered in warning.
What did that mean?
Before I could decipher his riddle, James released my wrists, but remained flush against my back. Facing the opposite side of the cross, Ian stepped up wearing a mischievous smirk. Unraveling the thin tissue from its roll, he began wrapping my wrists in several layers of paper, binding me to the cross. All the while, James trailed his fingertips up and down my spine.
Watching Ian with rapt attention, I wondered why he didn’t simply cuff me to the cross, like the subs in the dungeon. Tucking the ends carefully into the space between the wood and my skin, Ian skimmed a feather-light kiss over my lips.
“Your safe word is ‘red’, little one. Oh, and by the way…if you tear the tissue, our session is over. Am I clear?”
My eyes flashed wide. Staring at the meager paper adhering me to the cross, I suddenly understood the meaning of James’ cryptic words. Giving my control to them, I still had to maintain jurisdiction over myself and not break the paper bindings.
Christ, was that even possible to do?
“Yes, Sir. I understand.”
“Good. Then let’s begin,” James announced in a business-like tone.
Gripping both cheeks of my ass with his broad hands, James nipped at my shoulders as he kneaded the flesh of my orbs beneath his fingers. I closed my eyes and drank in the sensations. Squirming, I moaned, then blinked up at the paper, relieved to find that I’d not broken free.
Ian remained facing me on the opposite side of the cross. Reaching down, he cupped my breasts, lifting and fluffing them to settle between the top of the V. Dipping his head, he engulfed a beaded nipple, sucking it deep with a brutal draw. I cried out on a wail of pleasure-mixed-pain. But before I could inhale, Ian released my ravished nipple with an audible pop and fastened his lips to the other. I arched, eager for more, he took it deep into his hot, slick mouth, dispensing the same sweet, savage attention.
Dipping a hand between my legs, James feathered his fingers over my cunt. Tapping his foot against my heels, he ordered me to spread my legs. Widening my stance, my limbs were aligned with the angles of the wood. Splayed for their pleasure…their pain.
Teasing my aching folds with his soft, fluttering touch, James rested his chin on my shoulder watching as Ian laved, sucked, and nipped my nipples, sublimely torturing me with wicked pleasures.
“Do you like what Ian and I are doing to you, sweetheart?” James asked in a raspy voice.
“Yes,” I murmured, savoring each sensation skating through me.
Clinging to the tattered fragments of my control proved trickier by the second. But somehow I’d managed to keep the thin layer of paper intact—though I feared before they were through I’d need duct tape, Thorazine, and a straightjacket to keep from tearing the tissue.
As if reinforcing that possibility, James drove two fingers deep inside my pussy as Ian ruthlessly sank his teeth into the pebbled peak of my nipple. Buffeted between the sensations they bestowed, I bucked as a mournful wail tore from my throat.
Delving deeper, James massaged the sensitive bundle hidden inside me as he strummed his thumb over my clit. Ian laved his tongue across my burning nipples, teasing with an intermittent scrape of his teeth. I writhed and whimpered beneath their beguiling demand for me to hand over my control. Straining to bridge the divide between pleasure and pain, I felt as stretched as the fragile tissue bound on my wrists.
Ian lifted his head from my breast. I instantly mourned the loss of his attention. But when he flashed a dangerous smile and began wedging his body between the frame and mine, panic pierced my bliss.
“Watch yourself, little one,” he warned. “I think we need to make this a bit more challenging for you.”
“No. No,” I cried, darting a worried glance between Ian and my wrists. “The tissue is going to tear. Please. I don’t want this to end yet.”
“Neither do we,” Ian chuckled softly. “Focus.”
Arching my ass toward James, I bowed over the frame like a hissing cat. Holding my breath, I locked my gaze to my wrists. Ian maneuvered his body into the tight space, then lowered to his knees in front of me. When Ian wrapped his hands behind my thighs, I exhaled a sigh of relief and peered down at him. Eye level with my pussy, Ian licked his lips.
“Let me help you out down here, brother,” Ian offered, looking past me to focus on James. “Does her cunt taste as good as it smells?”
“Better,” James responded with a gruff drawl.
As Ian slunk in low, I bit my lip. Parting my labia with his thumbs, he inspected my needy folds. Inching in closer, his warm breath wafted over my pussy in a cool, maddening rush. Without warning, he sank his hungry mouth over my cunt and began devouring me.
Closing my eyes, James eased his fingers from my quivering tunnel as Ian seamlessly filled me with his own. I knew I wasn’t the first woman they’d shared, and while a trace of jealousy sluiced through me, gratitude followed as well. Well adept at seducing a woman’s body, they flawlessly sailed me toward oblivion, and for that I was greatly indebted to the women they’d shared before me.
James slid a slick finger between the cheeks of my ass. Gasping at first, I relaxed as he circled the tight, gathered ring, gradually increasing pressure. Strobes of flickering lights flashed behind my eyes as Ian dragged his flat tongue in a languid swipe from my core to my clit. Teetering on my heels, I dug my nails into the wood as pleasure swirled from my ankles to the top of my head.
“Have you ever been fucked in the ass? Stretched wide by a thick, hard cock before, sweetheart?” James taunted in a beguiling whisper.
Breaching the rim, he glided his finger in and out of my ass. The sensitive nerve endings arced with electricity and exploded outward.
“Yes, Sir. I have,” I moaned, writhing between them.
Proving they were more than skilled in the art of slaughtering with pleasure, James and Ian soared me up fast and hard. Ripples of demand pulsed, seared my mind, and detonated beneath my skin. Need notched higher as they effortlessly enticed me to the cusp of release.
Panic pierced the cacophony of rapture. “Help me,” I cried out in desperation.
“Hold it back, Liz,” James warned in staunch command. “Watching you struggle so sweetly is incredibly beautiful.”
“No,” I wailed pathetically. “I can’t. You have to stop. Please. If you don’t stop, I—I’ll… oh god. Why are you making me suffer?”
“Because we like to feel you ache and throb for us. Hear your kitten-like mewls. Feel you clutch and flutter around us,” James whispered. “It feeds our Dominance, Liz. You feed us with your precious, raw power.”
Ian speared his tongue deep inside me before grunting his agreement. The fluttering vibration lit my core like fire. His nose grazed my clit. They ebbed and flowed into me with such exacting precision, the white-hot coil throbbing inside me unfurled. The blistering tongue of release licked through my limbs and slammed up my spine. I lost my grip on the fringes of sanity…couldn’t endure their blissful agony a second longer.
Tossing my head back, I screamed as the walls of my pussy and ass tightened around their driving cadence. Vibrant lights exploded behind my eyes. My cries reverberated in my ears and I shattered into a million iridescent shards. Ecstasy crested and crashed and before I could even begin to ride the waves back down, remorse for failing them fused with the uncontrollable spasms quaking me from the inside out.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I breathlessly moaned.
Blessedly I hadn’t broken my paper cuffs. I quivered as Ian continued mauling me with his mouth. James squeezed another finger through the sensitized rim of my ass, stretching me even tighter. I realized that either my apology fell on deaf ears, or James and Ian weren’t bothered that I’d spiraled into my beautiful demise without consent.
“You didn’t wait for permission, sweetheart,” James taunted in my ear.
No, they weren’t happy, but then neither was I for failing them.
“You’ll have to be punished,” James taunted. “Forced orgasms are your fate, now. And if you think breaking the tissue will make us to stop now, think again. You break the cuffs, we’ll just add more.”
“Oh god,” I whimpered. “Forced what?”
James gripped a fist in my hair and tugged my head back before swiping his tongue over my ear. “We’re going to make you come until we decide to let you stop.”
“I—I can’t. I mean, physically, I can’t.”
“Do you have a medical condition we don’t know about?”
“No, I mean… You made me come so many times the other night. I can’t possibly come like that again. It’s too soon.”
Chuckling at my protest, Ian sent wicked vibrations to sizzle over my already electrified nerve endings. His fingers strummed my core in lurid demand, and I knew he aimed to prove me wrong.
“You leave that to us, gorgeous,” James answered with a hint of amusement.
Releasing my mane, he slowly withdrew his fingers from my ass. I heard the metal rasp of his zipper behind me. My pulse quickened and I tossed a glance over my shoulder, watching as James toed off his shoes, then tore out of his jeans. Skimming his boxer briefs down sturdy legs, his rigid cock sprang free. I stared at the plum colored crest and watched a glistening clear bead blossom on the tip. Licking my lips, anxious for a taste, I ground my cunt uninhibitedly against Ian’s skillful hands and talented tongue. Turning my attention to his bobbing head, I longed to sink my fingers into Ian’s dark hair and press his face tight against my pussy.
Distracted by the sound of movement. I turned and saw James step toward the antique dresser by the door. His muscles bunched and flexed with each step. Opening the top drawer, he turned and swaggered back toward me, so stunning and virile, with a tube of lube and a stack of condoms in his hand. Lust etched his face and a ripple of awareness spiked. He’d prepared my ass, and now James planned to claim it.
I was desperate to feel him stretch and fill my tiny opening, but Ian’s relentless tongue and fingers had me praying I would last until James seated his hard cock inside me. Lifting his head, Ian raked a gaze up my body, then pausing briefly he captured my stare.
The fire and command reflecting in his feral stare was the mirror image of James’. Blanketing me in their gratifying Dominance, the authority they conveyed wasn’t a mask or role they played. No. The power they wielded permeated the air with a palpable, electric charge. The intensity was so unbelievable and enticing something wild came to life inside me. I wanted to feast…gorge on their compelling energy until I couldn’t mentally or physically ingest another drop.
Ian pulled from my pussy and swiftly ducked beneath the V of the cross. With a mighty roar, he rose and gripped my hair in his powerful fist.
“You’re like a goddamn drug. I want to fill my veins with you. Ride the high you inject inside me for days.”
Slamming his mouth over mine, Ian plunged his slick tongue past my lips. The tart essence of my own juices exploded over my taste buds. Moaning, Ian’s kiss grew ruthless and savage. James shoved an icy slick finger up my ass while Ian swallowed my scream as I melted against the glossy wooden frame.
The sound of a condom wrapper being torn open sent my mind soaring. And as James pressed his broad crest at the opening of my narrow passage, Ian jerked back. Sucking a sharp intake of air, James pressed his bulbous crest past my rim. Burning, the blissful, hot sting consumed me. Ian stood before me, his gaze riveted on my face. Rocking back and forth, James slowly inched in and out, stretching my tiny opening and hissing as he burrowed in deeply.
“You’re fucking stunning, little one,” Ian murmured as he peered over my shoulder. “That’s it, our sweet slut. Take all of him. Open and relax. Let James slide that big, hard cock all the way up your tight little ass.”
I shrieked as the pressure of James’ thick, heaving shaft intensified. Stuttering arcs blazed beneath my flesh, like embers of fire blown in the wind. I threw my head back and issued a feral growl as I rocked against his singeing penetration.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Please, Ian. I need…”
“What do you need, little one?” Ian whispered, gazing at me in a combination of lust and awe.
“Touch my clit, please. I need…your tongue…fingers…anything. Please.”
The corner of Ian’s mouth kicked up in a smirk. He hurriedly shucked off his clothes, and I swallowed tightly as he stood before me, gloriously naked. Gazing at his mouth-watering erection: hard, thick, and proud, I swallowed an inward sigh of satisfaction.
I was the one responsible for his and James’ bone-chilling arousals. A sense of empowerment filled me with overwhelming confidence. And while I couldn’t begin to explain the reason why, being with them both—like this—held an undeniable feeling of rightness.
“No.” Though Ian had only whispered the word, it weighed heavy and uncompromising.
“But, I need… I need to come,” I cried. “The burn, it’s too much…please… I can’t—”
“You’ll come when we want you to, little one. On our terms.” Ian fisted his cock.
Lust had lightened his dark eyes to an erotic shade of caramel.
“Son of a bitch. You’re so fucking tight, so silky soft,” James growled.
Still threading his massive cock in and out of me, he worked to seat himself balls deep. When he finally succeeded, James sank his teeth into the tender flesh of my neck.
Ian reached up and plucked my nipples, deliberately avoiding my clit, where I needed him most. Inundated with pressure, pleasure, and pain, I screamed as I tried to crawl away from the incessant burn. The bindings at my wrist slightly gave way and I flashed a worried glance to the top of the cross, where a thin portion of the paper dangled from the frame.
“No,” I cried, pressing my wrists flat against the wood.
“What’s wrong, little one? I thought you wanted to come for us,” Ian taunted as he bent and plucked a condom off the floor by my feet.
“Yes, I do, but… I want to make you both proud. I don’t want to fail you again.”
“Fuck me,” Ian mumbled, staring at me through narrowed eyes. “Then don’t, sub.”
Biting the foil wrapper, he quickly fisted the latex over his cock. Reaching up, he swiped the tissue, tearing it away, then grabbed my hands. Placing a soft kiss on each palm, he smiled.
“It’s time to take this gorgeous creature to bed, James.”