Forbidden Bliss

by Ramona Gray

  “I can’t,” I said. “I love her, and I want us to be with her for the rest of our lives. You want that too.”

  “We barely know her,” Mason said. “I’m not in love with her.”

  I snorted and reached for the door handle. “Hey, if it makes you feel better, keep lying to yourself and to me.”

  “Dane, I don’t -”

  “Enough,” I said. “You said what you wanted to say, and I listened. Now, I want to be with Naomi. I need to be with her, and you do too. So, stop your fucking talking and let’s get in there and give our woman some orgasms. If you’d stop trying to convince yourself that she’s gonna leave, and instead work a little harder at making her cum, maybe we might have a chance at getting her to stay.”

  “Yeah, because the magic power of our dicks is gonna make her give up all her dreams and just be with us,” Mason said with an epic eye roll.

  “Fuck off,” I said without malice. “Naomi can have her dreams and us, if you stop being such a fucking wet rag about everything.”

  I opened the door before he could reply and toed off my shoes then tossed my laptop bag on the side table. “Naomi? We’re home!”

  “Hey, I’m in the living room.”

  My heart sped up at just the sound of her voice and I almost jogged down the hallway. “Sorry, we’re late, baby.”

  “That’s fine.” Naomi smiled up at me from the couch. She was curled up at the far end with her laptop balancing on her thighs. She’d changed into a t-shirt and yoga pants and my cock swelled at the way her bra-less tits pressed against the fabric.

  Fuck, I couldn’t wait to suck on her nipples.

  “How did the meeting go?” she said.

  “Client was an asshole.” Mason walked into the living room, loosening his tie. “It’s why we’re so late. He wanted to go over his goddamn statements fifty fucking times.”

  “I’m sorry,” Naomi said as I dropped onto the couch next to her.

  I pressed a kiss against her mouth before glancing at her laptop. It was open to the homepage of one of our local colleges. “You set up a meeting with the dean at the college yet?”

  “No, not yet. I was just looking at the program requirements again.”

  Mason leaned over the back of the couch, studying the laptop. “I thought this was your third-choice college. Why aren’t you looking at your first choice?”

  “Oh, uh, the first two don’t offer the interior design program through night courses only so, you know…” Naomi cleared her throat. “Anyway, this college is still good and –”

  “You should go to the school you want to go to,” I said.

  She just shrugged and closed her laptop. “I never even thought I’d get the chance to take interior design at a college, so I’m good with whatever.”

  I frowned at Mason. I wanted Naomi to have exactly what she wanted, and I hated that she was settling for her third choice. But she’d refused to even consider quitting working for me and going to school full time even when I’d offered to pay her tuition. I decided to try again.

  “There is a way to go to your first-choice college,” I said.

  “I’m not quitting my job, Dane. I need it.”

  “You don’t. You can continue to live here for free and -”

  “Even without paying rent to you, I still need money for basic living expenses – my share of the groceries, personal stuff, clothes. My student loan will be much higher if I have to use it for living expenses as well,” Naomi said. “If I’m still working, I can get a smaller student loan, one that only covers tuition.”

  A worried look crossed her beautiful face. “If I even qualify for a student loan.”

  Annoyance was edging its way into my voice. “If you let me pay for your tuition like I offered before, you wouldn’t have to worry about a student loan.”

  “No,” she said. “Look, I appreciate that you want to help me, I really do, but I already owe you too much. I’m not paying any rent and the money you paid my father is -”

  “Stop,” Mason said. “We’ve told you before that you’re not on the hook for the money we gave your father. We don’t even care about that, okay? We just care that you’re safe and away from your dickhead of an old man.”

  She took his hand and squeezed it. “I appreciate that, but I can’t take any more ‘gifts’ from you. I just can’t. Please try and understand.”

  I didn’t understand, not one bit, but I didn’t know how else to convince her that paying her tuition would be a drop in the bucket for me. Maybe if I showed her my bank account balance, she’d finally understand.

  “A student loan isn’t the best option,” Mason said. “You’ll be paying interest for years.”

  “I know,” she said. “But I want to start my life and saving up for tuition will take too long. I don’t want to be a secretary forever.” She glanced at me and grimaced. “Not that I don’t appreciate the job I have, I do, but I -”

  “I get it,” I said before stroking her long dark hair. “I just want you to be happy, baby.”

  She smiled and leaned over to press a kiss against my jaw. “I really appreciate that.”

  “How about a personal loan?” Mason said.

  She shook her head. “The bank isn’t going to give me a loan. I have no credit rating and I literally opened an account with them a week ago.”

  “Not from the bank, from us,” Mason said.

  Fuck, my best friend was brilliant.

  “What?” Naomi stared at us.

  “A loan from us,” I said. “Our interest rate will be much lower.”

  I glanced at Mason, silent communication passing between us. There was no way in hell we’d ever make Naomi pay back a dime of the loan, but she didn’t need to know that right now.

  “A loan from you and Mason,” Naomi said.

  “Yes,” Mason said. “Why not?”

  “Because you’ll probably do something adorable but incredibly annoying like refuse to take loan payments,” Naomi said.

  My face flushed. “We wouldn’t do that.”

  “Bullshit,” she said and then blushed.

  I traced her warm cheeks. “Smart people curse more, Naomi.”

  She giggled. “Right. Anyway, if you promise that you’ll actually let me pay you back, I’ll consider a personal loan from the two of you for schooling.”

  “Sure, sure, we’ll iron out the details later,” Mason said before kissing the top of her head. “Did you eat?”

  “No, I wanted to wait for the two of you,” Naomi said.

  “You shouldn’t starve yourself,” I said with a frown.

  “Oh please.” She laughed and patted her round tummy. “I can skip a couple of meals without worrying about starving.”

  “Naomi,” Mason said warningly, “what did we say about talking shit about yourself?”

  “I’m not,” she said. “I’m just pointing out that during a zombie apocalypse, I’ll be better equipped to survive than the two of you ‘zero percent body fat’ gods, because I have the reserves to go a few days without regular meals.”

  Mason burst out laughing and even I smiled as Naomi grinned at the two of us. “What is the dinner plan?”

  “We’ll grill something,” I said, “but first, let’s get the plug out of your ass so you’re a bit more comfortable. Sorry you ended up wearing it for longer than we intended, but I’ll make it up to you with a pussy eating.”

  “Oh, um,” Naomi cleared her throat, “I took the plug out when I got home.”

  “Did you?” Mason raised his eyebrow at her. “Didn’t we tell you we’d take it out when we got home?”

  “Well, yeah, but…”

  “But what?” I said. Dark pleasure was spearing through my belly. We hadn’t spanked Naomi yet and I knew that Mason was just as eager to spank her as I was. But Naomi hadn’t broken any rules and we’d had no reason to spank her. Until today.

  “You were late,” she said. “I didn’t want to keep wearing it. It was starting to be uncomfo
rtable.”

  “What did we say about the plug?” Mason said.

  She flushed. “That you would take it out. But, sir, I -”

  “You broke the rules, Naomi,” I said. “What happens when you break the rules?”

  Her cheeks were turning brighter, but it wasn’t just anxiety that was bringing the colour to her cheeks. Nope, she was turned on… I could almost smell her arousal.

  Mason’s hand wound through her hair and he tugged her head back until she was staring up at him. “Answer him, Naomi.”

  I stared at her tits. Her nipples were protruding against the fabric of her t-shirt, and my cock hardened when Mason reached down with his free hand and lazily flicked one of her nipples. She gasped and jerked, her hands squeezing into tight fists. I set her laptop on the coffee table as Mason pressed a soft kiss on Naomi’s mouth.

  “Answer him, sweetheart.”

  “A spanking,” Naomi whispered. “I get a spanking if I break the rules.”

  “That’s right.” I took her wrists. Mason released her hair and with one hard tug, I had her over my lap, her upper body resting against the couch and her lower half draped over my legs. My dick was digging into her stomach and her perfect ass was ready and ripe for a spanking.

  I rubbed her ass through her yoga pants as she propped her elbows on the couch and lifted her body up a little. Her breathing was rapid, and her eyes were bright, and she was staring over her shoulder at me.

  “What’s your safe word, Naomi?” Mason said.

  “Red.” Her voice was high pitched and breathless.

  “Good girl.” Mason moved around the couch and curled his fingers around the waistband of her yoga pants.

  When Naomi didn’t move, I gave her a hard spank. “Hips up.”

  She squealed and lifted her hips up, her knees digging into the couch, her back arched and her ass sticking up in the air. Fuck, seeing her like this almost made me want to forget the spanking and just fuck her.

  Almost.

  Mason pulled on her pants and her panties, dragging both down her thighs. We stared at her ass. The paleness of her cheeks made me itch to cover it with my handprints. I couldn’t wait to see it bright red. When we were finished with her, she’d know exactly who her ass and her pussy belonged to.

  I smoothed my hand over Naomi’s ass, smiling a little when she jumped and her flesh quivered under my hand. “Shh, baby,” I said before giving one full cheek a squeeze.

  “Sir,” Naomi’s voice was quivering too, “I don’t want a spanking.”

  “Then you should have been our good girl,” Mason said. He’d already stripped off his suit jacket and his tie and was unbuttoning his shirt.

  “Okay, but you won’t spank me like… hard-hard. Right?” Naomi was still staring at us over her shoulder.

  I pressed on her lower back until she was lying across my lap again. Her pants and underwear were still around her thighs and Mason tugged them all the way off before rubbing his dick through his pants.

  “Are you-are you both spanking me, sir?” Naomi said.

  “Just Dane this time,” Mason said.

  I felt Naomi relax a fraction against me. I knew what she was thinking. The last week had proven to her that I was a total fucking softie when it came to her. It was true – I had a hard time denying her what she wanted. If it wasn’t for Mason, she’d have her orgasm the second she asked for it, be fucked the moment she batted those pretty blue eyes at us and asked us to give her a dick.

  But, my smile widened as I rubbed my hand over her ass again, she’d never broken the rules before. She was about to find out what happened when she didn’t obey us.

  Mason was at Naomi’s front now, and he pulled her t-shirt up and over her head, leaving her gloriously naked. She arched up on her elbows again, giving Mason access to her tits. He rubbed her nipples and she made little mewing sounds of pleasure, her pussy grinding against my thigh.

  I smiled and rearranged her so that my right leg was over both of her thighs, pinning her against my lap and the couch. She peered over her shoulder at me as Mason continued to pet her tits. I knew she was confused as to why I pinned her down, but I just smiled at her and rubbed her lower back. “Look at Mason, baby.”

  She turned her head obediently to stare at Mason. He smoothed her hair back from her face, I could see his hand trembling the tiniest bit, before rubbing her cheekbone with his thumb. “What’s your safe word, sweetheart?”

  “Red.”

  “Good.” He pressed on the back of her head, guiding her face back down to the couch until her cheek was resting against the cushions. I’d been rubbing her lower back the entire time and I could tell any nervousness she’d been feeling was gone. She was confident I wouldn’t spank her hard and like the bastard I was, I couldn’t wait to prove her wrong.

  I squeezed and kneaded her ass before slapping the right cheek. She squealed but there wasn’t much heat behind my slap, and she giggled nervously before wiggling her ass at me. “Should I say thank you, sir?”

  I growled under my breath at her cheekiness and slapped her left cheek. She didn’t realize it, but these light slaps were nothing more than a way of getting her warmed up and preparing her ass for the actual spanking.

  Without speaking I slapped her ass again, alternating cheeks until her butt was warm and a light rose colour. Mason unbuttoned his pants and pulled his dick out, rubbing it with rough strokes as he watched me paddle Naomi’s ass.

  Naomi’s eyes were closed, a small and almost dreamy smile on her lips as she rubbed her little pussy against my rock-hard dick.

  “How are you feeling, baby?” I rubbed her ass again.

  “Good,” she said. That dreamy smile turned impudent. “Maybe I should be a bad girl more often. Being spanked isn’t so bad and I -”

  I spanked her right cheek so hard, my hand tingled. Naomi jerked and squealed, rearing up from the couch, her beautiful tits bouncing as I gave her left cheek another hard spank. She immediately tried to wiggle away but her thighs were pinned beneath mine and she wasn’t going anywhere.

  I spanked her again as she cried out and her lower legs kicked uselessly in the air. “Dane, ow! Ow, that hurts! Stop it!”

  I braced my hand on her lower back and spanked her right in the middle of both cheeks. She shrieked and tried to push my hand away when I rubbed her ass. “Ouch! Dane, ouch!”

  I spanked her again. “Baby, every time you call me Dane, I add another five spanks to your punishment.”

  She glared at me, her eyes spitting sparks and her teeth bared. “Stop it, sir!”

  “Better,” I said, “but two spanks added for thinking you can tell me what to do.”

  She shrieked in outrage when I gave her two hard spanks. She flailed her hands behind her body, trying to smack me on the arm and chest.

  “Mason,” I said.

  He leaned over the arm of the couch, his dick practically in Naomi’s face, and grabbed her arms, yanking them up until they were stretched above her head with her hands gripping the arm of the couch. She struggled furiously against his grip and yelled out a few choice curse words when I spanked her hard five times in a row.

  Her ass was bright red now and seeing my handprints on her skin made my cock so fucking hard, I could barely think straight. I rubbed my fingers back and forth over the backs of her thighs before squeezing her ass.

  “Let me go, Mason!” she shouted.

  I spanked her five more times and she wailed loudly. “I mean, sir! Let me go, sir!”

  Tears were starting to slide down her cheeks and her body was trembling. She hadn’t safe worded and I was impressed with and proud of our girl. I slid my hand between her legs, smiling when her back arched. Her pussy was soaking wet and I rubbed her clit as a reward and to soothe her. Her body shuddered and she moaned happily as I circled her clit and gave it a firm pinch.

  “Oh, oh yes,” she moaned, her thighs relaxing under mine and spreading apart. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

  I s
lid a finger into her pussy, smiling again when her inner muscles clamped around me. “You’re so wet, baby. You’re enjoying your spanking.”

  “No, I’m not,” she said. “I don’t like it at… oh God, oh fuck, that’s so good.”

  I was thumbing her clit with a hard and circular motion and she ground her pelvis against me. She was already on the verge of her orgasm, the spanking, the finger fucking, and being held down by Mason had her all worked up.

  I pulled my hand free of her clit and she kicked her feet in protest, her head whipping around to stare at me. “Sir, no!”

  “Shh, baby,” I said before slapping her ass.

  She squealed, her feet kicking again and her entire body wiggling as she tried to get free of mine and Mason’s grip.

  “Only five more,” I said.

  “I can’t!” she wailed. “Please, sir, it hurts.”

  “I know,” I said and spanked her again.

  Her temper got the best of her and she turned her head to glare at me. “You’re the worst! You’re so mean!”

  I rubbed her ass. It was hot to the touch and I reveled in that heat as I grinned and said, “Keep spouting off like that, baby, and your mouth’s gonna be filled with Mason’s cock while I finish your spanking.”

  Her glare turned into a pout and I studied the tears on her cheek. I was lying about the cock sucking. She needed to be able to speak in case she safe worded, but I had a feeling that she’d like it if we made her suck dick while being spanked.

  I filed that away for a future spanking and then slapped her ass nice and hard. She cried out and I said, “Are you going to be our good girl, Naomi? Are you going to obey us from now on?”

  She didn’t reply and I spanked her twice more. She muttered a curse, more tears sliding down her cheeks. “Yes, sir! I’ll behave! I promise!”

  “Good girl,” I said and gave her one final spank.

  She jerked and cried out, slumping against the couch when I moved my leg off of hers. She buried her face in the couch, her body hitching as she cried softly. I would have felt sorry for her if the huge wet spot on my pants hadn’t told me exactly how much she enjoyed her spanking.

  Mason was already taking off his pants and I quickly stood and stripped out of my clothes. I didn’t have a condom on me, but I’d fuck her bareback and then pull out and cum on the smooth red flesh of her ass.