by Ann Denton
I back away, looking side to side, like some porn-star D-list actress. I make sure to clasp my hands under my boobs to give them some pop. The twins eat that shit right up. Even J2 seems into it after he gets his pants back up.
Then I turn and run, making sure to put in a little extra bounce so they can see my tits flop. They take off after me. I swear—making men horny is a dead cinch. I run out the doors of my kitchen and past the pool. The place is a dead zone. There’s nobody here, other than the damned incessant parrots who’re squawking “Get the fuck out. You tryna’ cheat me?” Part of me wonders what the hell they’ll squawk after I leave. I hope it’s “Oh, yeah right there, baby!” and not, “Don’t Shoot!”
Damn, it’s like a sauna outside. Even though the path to my villa’s not too far, and even though I make the elliptical my bitch, the mid-afternoon heat is killer. Sweat is dripping down my neck and between my breasts. I take the turn down the path to my villa—the large white palace that was a monument to orgasmic bliss before now—only to find the fuckers broke down my front door at some point. It’s splintered and it looks like it’s been kicked to death. The bottom two feet hang down at an angle. Goddamned motherfuckers! I paid a security deposit on this place. That shit ain’t cheap. Broken door or no, the guys are catching up. I try to shove that broken hunk of wood shut in their faces.
“No! No! You can’t have me!” I call out in my ditz-girl voice. “I’m a virgin! I’m saving myself for true love!”
The twins burst down the door and back me into the living room with, wolf-like grins on their faces. They’ve done this play-acting shit with me for awhile. They snap into character. “What do you mean? We love you. It is true. We’ll marry you.”
And … they killed it. The thought of marriage brings me right back to reality. Marry one of those fucks or get shot in the face. That is … if their daddy realizes the helicopter’s broken and comes to rescue his wittle bitty pwincesses.
“New game!” I stand stock still and glare at all of them, summoning up my dominatrix persona.
The twins freeze immediately. They’re used to the quick changes of pace I pull. But Blob’s too busy wheezing to care and Suity and J2 are back by the broken doorway, arguing about who’s gonna hold the three guns and stand guard while the other one gets to participate. Paranoid much? There’s no one else here and the guys are “tied” up.
I hold up my hand to stop the twins from coming any closer. “Shirts off,” I command in a sultry voice.
The twins obey and unfortunately, so does Blob. He does not have the gorgeous thick pecs that they do. In fact, he’s got very hairy, very puffy nipples. They look like they belong on the end of a baby bottle they’re so big.
My gag reflex sends my gaze elsewhere. I end up looking back at Suity and J2 to see who’s joining nekked time. I realize that they’ve gone the mature route of rock-paper-scissors-slap in order to decide. They play three rounds, and the winner of each round gets to slap the other man in the face. Best out of three wins. Suity wins.
J2 takes his red cheeks and all the guns and plops grumpily into a chair to watch. He curses. Some kinda, “Sooka shinananakala,” weirdness that I don’t understand. I don’t even think those are letters he’s saying.
“Shirt off!” I command the others. “Kneel!”
I don’t know if Suity understands me, or just is ready to get undressed, but he shucks his clothes. Unlike my puppy-pal twins, he doesn’t stop with his shirt. He peels off his pants, too. And damn, the man is hung. He’s pretty hot, too, if you like them pale. Not my usual go-to. But I can deal. Until I see that Blob follows Suity’s lead instead of my directions. Chubs drops his pants.
I clench my fists.
I look down at the twins. “Good boys.” They grin at my praise. Damn they’re hot. That’s the redeeming factor in this bullshit show I’m putting on. I inhale sharply, like I’m pissed. My hand flies out and I point an accusatory finger at Suity and Blob. “Now, go spank them. Remind them who they’re supposed to listen to.”
Dammit all. It’s a sight to see when R&R stand and go over to those other men. They push them roughly toward the couch. Blob and Suity protest, arguing in Russian. But the twins give curt responses as they bend the other two men over the couch and smack their asses. Hell yeah! I am about to crow. I’m about to scream in mirth. But I can’t. Dammit all. This dominatrix shit is hard work. I have to bite down on my lips really, really hard.
But then I make eye contact with J2. He’s cracking up. I have to turn around for a second, blow out a monster breath to get control of myself, and then turn back around to watch. Because, hell no, I ain’t missing all that.
After a couple smacks, the twins look up at me for direction. Suity just stands up and glares, covering his ass and shouldering past the twins so he can stand at the back of the group. Yeah, that’s right buddy. You should be embarrassed. You were a bad boy. I shake my head at him, pretending to be disappointed.
He scratches the side of his head in a way that makes me kind of wonder if he’s calling me crazy. But he doesn’t loop his fingers all big, so I decide to let it go and not punish him further.
Of course, watching Suity means I took my eyes off Blob. Suddenly, his naked dick is swinging right in my personal space. He’s got a grin on his face. He doesn’t seem to be pissed about the spanking. His little red monster is bobbing proudly (emphasis on the little).
Aw crap. Time for a new game. I deliberately push Blob aside, saying, “You’re not first.”
Blob’s about to grab at me when I reach out for Suity. I’ve figured out this little group dynamic. And while I think J2 is the true Alpha, Suity McGunpants is second. I run my hand down Suity’s pecs. Oh shit, those are nice. So are his abs. He tenses them under my fingers to make them even more defined and I feel myself getting a little turned on as I trace each one. My nipples pebble. Damn. At some point, if I have to ride someone … his yum factor might just persuade me.
But, business, I remind myself. You’re here to draw this shit out, and keep them occupied.
Nothing keeps a guy’s brain more occupied than having someone touch his dick. But … I can’t let this go quickly. I have no idea what their stamina is like. Ohhh, that reminds me of a group activity I did with some of the harem guys a few days ago. I smile to myself as I bend forward and pretend I’m gonna put my mouth on Suity’s swollen shaft. Instead, I tease, sticking out my tongue and waggling it, staying just out of reach. I shoot my right arm straight out, palm up. “Cock ring!” I command.
And like the little bitches they are, those twinsies hop to and grab a new cock ring out of the organized little basket of toys—thanks to Katie—that sit on my dining table. One of them places a ring in my hand. I don’t even look to see which one, because I’m not gonna thank them.
I give Suity a smile as I slide that ring down his shaft and then press a surprise button on the side. The cock ring lights up bright red and starts vibrating against his shaft and balls. Suity practically jumps at the sensation. But I just smile wide. “This here is called a hummdinger. We had a little competition in the harem a few days ago to see how many hummdingers the guys could stand before they shot their loads. Bet they’ve got you beat,” I say as I stroke him a few times.
Suity tenses when I use my fingers to circle the sensitive head of his dick. There’s already precum. No way he’s gonna hold out longer than the twins.
When he realizes I’m just smearing the precum around and not gonna spank him or something else, he relaxes and leans into my touch. That’s right, buddy. You’re putty in my hands. He’s no longer staring at me in a pissed way. I can see the lust; his eyes grow hooded as that vibrator makes his balls wobble more than a grandma’s bingo wings.
This is too fucking easy.
“Dicks out!” I use my drill sergeant voice.
Even though they’re the ones with the guns, every single one of them complies, even J2 whips down his pants to play. I don’t even bother to hide my smile this time.
Male ego plus male sex drive equals Heather’s a winner.
“Spit and lube up. I’m gonna put as many cock rings as I can on each of your dicks. Whoever can stand the most rings for the longest amount of time, gets to go first next round.”
The twins immediately follow my command.
Blob stares down, and looks a little dejected. I know why. We’ll be lucky if we can fit three rings on that thing. Sucks to be him. I decide I’m gonna do what I can to avoid riding that pinkie finger.
I gather up a handful of cock rings and roll one down each dick.
Blob doesn’t even make it to the next round before he spurts. Whoops.
I use my hand and cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Blob doesn’t even clean up the floor he jizzed on. He just goes and collapses on my couch, naked. His head falls back in that empty, dazed post-orgasm-about-to-sleep way. I send him good dream vibes, cause hey—all the easier for me.
One down. Hopefully, Blobby likes long naps.
I get through one more round before Suity squirts. Dammit! I check the clock. It hasn’t even been five minutes! What the hell? Hasn’t the man ever heard of edging? Has he ever given a woman an orgasm in her entire life? I mean, I couldn’t even get a single orgasm out of five minutes! Shit!
Suity leans against the back of the couch panting, while the twins and J2 exchange smug looks with each other. I dunno while they’re all feeling so superior. I’m the one getting my captors off without actually fucking them. Plus, their dicks look like ridiculous little railroad crossing gates right now. Their levers bob up and down while flashing red lights scream, “Warning, Heather! Freight train’s cumming down the track!” I kind of have the urge to grab some eyeshadow and stripe their dicks in black and white to finish off the look, but I don’t think they’d let me go that far. I’m surprised as hell they’ve let me get away with this.
I bet not one of them besides the twins has ever been in an orgy before. Which is just sad. Sex is supposed to be fun. Too many people let it get all sappy dappy and ruin a good time.
I toss on another ring and J2 tenses. The twins just frown, their foreheads wrinkling in concentration. I can practically hear their thoughts: snow, math, and sports stats.
For a second, I’m pretty fucking proud, maybe even a bit smug about the twins. When they came here, yeah, they were good. But now, they can keep four cock rings on no problem. And I’ve made them work on their stamina. Just thinking about how I made them work on it—my mind flashes over all the positions and workouts I’ve put them through—gets me hot and bothered. My pussy gets a bit riled up.
Mama might need to get a little bit of action at some point. I fan myself and walk over to get a better look at J2. His face is practically turning purple with the strain. I lean forward more and blow lightly on the tip of his dick, trying to tease him into delirium. I wonder if I could maybe sneak over and grab a gun—but his hand closes around the handle of the nearest revolver and his grip tightens as he sprays all over his own stomach.
I jut my lip out. “Awww, I was hoping you’d be first next round.”
He grins. “I will.” He gestures behind me and I see, to my shock, both twins have come.
“What the hell boys? I trained you better than that!”
“You bent over his cock,” Reval pants.
I shake my head, disgusted at both of them. “Fifteen push ups!”
J2 laughs when they comply. “You would make very good in military, I think.”
I shrug and pat his back, which turns into stroking the muscles there and caressing his triceps. Fucking shit. I’ve never fucked a Schwartzenegger-wannabe before. There aren’t that many in Oklahoma. It’s more of a fast-food and meth kinda place than a haven for body builders.
I let my hands wander further. Yum. Just touching him has me clenching my teeth and other bits in anticipation. I lean in and whisper into his ear. “When you’ve recovered, let me know.” I lean forward and drag my nipples gently up and down the outside of his arm.
Even though the twins have just come, they groan at the sight.
I let my hands and body wander up and down J2’s body, drawing it out. Eventually, I start to use him like a stripper pole, dancing on him. I end up tossing a leg up on his shoulders, hooking my foot behind his head, and then leaning back slowly.
“Shit!”
I see Suity spurt as I hang upside down. I slowly pull myself up and laugh. He’s already come a second time! Unbelievable. I look up, expecting J2 to laugh with me, but he’s got a hot look in his eyes. Oh, hell yes. I’m revved up and ready.
I turn to the twins. "Condom?" They groan again. That is one of their favorite words. They've gone through three big boxes of them since we've been here.
I kind of expected them to grab the condom out of the box on my entry table. But, I'm not surprised when one of the twins—I think it’s Reval—rifles through his pants on the floor and pulls a condom out of his pocket. Even though they were naked in the pool area with me yesterday, even though I've been tied up in the kitchen all morning, it does not surprise me at all that Rubin and Reval got dressed, but also got sex ready, just in case. Those men are sex ready at all times. If only they were as prepared in other areas of life. But I use their sex-crazed minds to my advantage. I snatch the foil packet out of Reval's hand and rip it open. I spit on my hand and rub down J2’s shaft.
Suddenly Suity’s at J2’s side, his own staff sheathed even though he’s nowhere close to ready for action. It kind of feels like he’s lining up to ensure he’s next. That thought makes me laugh. Because I decide who’s next.
I completely ignore him and grab J2’s hand, shoving it onto my breast. I show him exactly how to play with my nipple before I make him switch. I call out, “Heated nipple clamps!”
The twins hand over the clamps, which attach to a little battery pack. I switch it on. Then I open the clamps.
“Fuck yes,” J2 whispers.
He shrieks when I snap the clamp onto his nipple. Why, I’m not sure. Maybe I should have warned him? But trust me, nipple clamps feel fucking good. I smack his hands away when he tries to pull the clamp off.
“I know what the hell I’m doing!” I tell him.
He rips the clamp off anyway and tosses it to the side. He comes forward and grabs me. He picks me up and shoves me down onto his shaft while he’s still standing. Fucking yes! Lightning crawls up my spine and I tilt my head back. He dips his head and takes my nipple in his mouth and starts sucking. He walks me over to the wall and shoves me up against it, hard.
Then he rails me, holding my ass with one hand and sliding the other in front of me so my clit hits it every time I bounce.
The twins stroke off to the sight of us, and Suity starts to get hard.
J2 starts grunting. Less than a minute later, he groans. I wrench his nipples and twist as he does, drawing out his orgasm.
He stops, and pushes me into the wall with his hips as he pants. “I cannot believe you twisted.”
I smack his shoulder. “Next time, you’ll let me clamp them.”
He gives a small, tired nod and wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead. He drops me and I pinch my own nipples as I think—still trying to give Suity and the twins a show.
To say I’m disappointed in J2 is an understatement. There was no robot-level endurance in his performance. But … besides that, I mean, what we did could hardly be called sex. I look up at the clock that hangs in my living room. It hasn’t even been forty minutes since we left the kitchen! And I haven’t even come once! All these fuckers are on their third or fourth round.
I’m supposed to draw this shit out for hours. When Suity spurts seconds later just from staring at my tits, I realize just how much of an uphill battle I’ve got ahead of me.
Chapter Fifteen
Katie
For the first hour, Alec carries me while I sob. He tries to set me down once or twice, but when I try to run off through the trees to find Danny and stop him, Alec resorts to holding me pr
essed against his chest. His suit jacket gets soaked, and I’m not sure if it’s from my tears or from the effort of carrying me through the afternoon heat. Eventually, I calm down enough to walk on my own. But the ache in my chest doesn’t let up—it hurts so bad that I think dying might hurt less. The fear for someone else, for someone you care about … that’s worse than death. It’s a kind of pain that eats and gnaws at you, like your insides are full of gleaming orange coals that burn away your very spirit.
I’ve been scared for Heather. But I don’t think anything that’s happened feels as real as this. I haven’t seen her face. I’ve imagined her suffering. But I haven’t seen. And imagination versus the moment Danny walked away, determined to find a beach and wade into that water because he thought that was the best option for us ... Fucking hell. It’s the noblest, stupidest, most awful thing I’ve ever lived through. And yet … it makes me love him all the more. I love Danny.
I know I shouldn’t. Logically, it doesn’t make sense. He’s too young. He’s a fucking liar. We hardly know each other. But he’s sweet and funny and selfless. So selfless. And all my logic just fades away when my mind conjures up his face. Heather’s always said love erases your brain and makes you a bumble butt. I always laughed at that saying. She used to say that about herself and Shane Paul every time she took him back. I guess it’s true. For me and Danny both. Him, for being stupid enough to throw himself in the ocean on the off-chance he survives, me for loving him all the more for doing it.
Thinking all that just makes the tears start back up. I’m so dehydrated, they’re just a drizzle, rather than the storm they started off as.
