by Lora Leigh
He raised his head, staring into her eyes, feeling her nails biting into his shoulders and loving the little sting.
“What do you want me to do, Sarah?” he asked her as his thumb ran over her swollen lips. She had bit at them, fighting the need. The proof of it marked the reddened skin.
“Anything, Brock. Whatever you want.” She shook her head, her eyes wild as his hand smoothed to her hips once again.
“Anything, Sarah?” he asked her intently. “Anything I want?”
She hesitated, breathing roughly, knowledge and a very small measure of fear reflected in her eyes now. She knew he would push her. Knew it was time to face the demons that pushed him.
“Anything, Brock,” she said the words he had to hear. “Anything. Just please, do something.”
Brock nearly lost control in that single moment. He fought, baring his teeth as he gritted them harshly. His hands moved her, laying her back on the couch as he moved over her, his mouth taking hers fiercely as two fingers plowed into the tight heat of her cunt.
Her hips came off the cushions as her juices gushed over his fingers like hot cream. Her hands tangled in his hair, her moan filling his mouth, his tongue filling hers.
She twisted against the impalement, pushing her hips harder against it as she begged for more.
“Not yet, Sarah,” he panted huskily, feeling his control slipping dangerously. “Soon baby. Soon.”
His lips wandered down to her neck, taking frantic, biting kisses as his fingers moved in and out of her tight flesh, sinking in slow and easy, pulling back, relishing her pleas.
He attended to her breasts once again. Suckling hard and deep at the reddened nipples, then licking his way down her heaving stomach. Heat and need pulsed from between her thighs, drenching his hand as it flowed from the depths of her vagina.
“Easy, Sarah,” He groaned, lying between her thighs, the sweet smell of her arousal driving him insane. “Easy, baby. Let me show you how good it can be.”
He reached over to the coffee table and she stilled. Brock stared up at her as, one at a time, he picked up the articles he had laid out. The lubricating jelly, the medium sized plug that would stretch her tender back hole and prepare her for him. The large, gel-filled dildo nearly as thick and long as his own cock. Her breath stilled, a ragged moan escaping her throat as Brock felt her cunt grip the fingers still lodged there. It pulsed, flowed, her rich cream washing over him as he maintained the stare, letting her know that the time for running was now at a halt.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Fire seared Sarah’s body as Brock stared up at her. He brought the articles from the table slowly, laying them between her splayed thighs as he watched her carefully. At the same time, he kept his fingers inside her vagina, moving them only slightly, only occasionally, keeping her on edge, keeping the wet, sticky warmth flowing there.
“You need to be well lubricated to take the plug,” he whispered, his voice rough as he pulled his hand back from her now. “It will stretch you there, make it easier for you to accept my cock.”
Sarah couldn’t control the whimper that escaped her throat. Soon. Would that be when he shared her as well? She hated the betraying pulse of arousal that filled her body.
“The dildo is firm, but not too hard,” he promised her as he kissed her thigh, licking the skin there briefly. “I want to use it on you, Sarah, while you suck my cock. I want you prepared, ready. I want you to know what’s coming.”
Sarah wanted to close her eyes, but the instructions in the note he gave her forbade that. She had to watch. If she didn’t watch, then he would punish her. She wasn’t certain what the punishment was, but she had a feeling it just could involve extreme arousal and his refusal to satisfy it.
“Tomorrow, you have an appointment with Denise Lamont. She’ll wax your cunt for me.” She jerked at that bit of knowledge, an instinctive protest on her lips. “I’ll take you,” he continued. “I want you smooth and naked here, free to feel every touch of lips and tongue on your flesh. You’ll keep a regular appointment with her to keep it smooth. Do you understand?”
Sarah nodded hesitantly. He looked hard, determined.
“Listen to me, Sarah.” He stared up at her, his blue eyes glittering fiercely, darkly. “You aren’t going to hide from what I want from you. We’ll experiment, see what’s best for you, but you won’t hide from it. From what I take from Marly, do you understand me?” Sarah flinched at the other woman’s name.
“Please, Brock.” She could handle it, she could. But she didn’t know if she could bear hearing about it.
“No. I won’t let you hide, Sarah,” he denied her. “I don’t want to just fuck that pretty cunt of yours. I want to hear you cry out in pleasure when I thrust inside you anally. I want to watch you masturbate, I want to fuck you in a million different places, a million different positions. Understand me. I won’t let you balk just because you fear the unknown. And if the time comes, Sarah, I want to watch you as Cade and Sam touch you, as they bring you pleasure, as they fuck you. I will never force you, but I won’t let you deny your own pleasure either. I fuck Marly, I do it regularly while Cade participates. While Sam participates.”
Sarah wanted to look away from him, but she couldn’t. While he spoke, his fingers were touching her, dipping into her cunt, drawing the thick juices down to her anus, then dipping his finger into the tight little hole.
“I’ll watch Sarah, while Sam pleasures you. While Cade touches you. Just as you’ll watch soon while I take Marly. It has nothing to do with how much I love you, do you understand that? Just as the pleasure you gain from what my brothers do to you has nothing to do with your feelings for me. You have to get that in your mind.”
“You did that,” she gasped. “Today.”
She knew he had now. Had known it when he walked in the door that evening.
“I did,” he whispered. “While Cade watched, encouraged her, drank in her screams of pleasure, just as Cade and Sam will take you later.”
Sarah couldn’t halt the rough groan that tore from her throat as that teasing finger finally breached her anus, spearing deeply into the tight little hole. His words weren’t lost on her, the image of it had her body pulsing in traitorous arousal. He thrust into the little hole again, slow and easy, the slide of her own juices and the lubricating gel making the penetration effortless.
“God, Sarah, look at you,” he whispered then. “Your eyes are so dark, so aroused. Your little nipples hard, your cunt is so wet I could drown in it.”
Sarah whimpered, arching to his lips as he drank from her, his tongue spearing into her gripping vagina as he continued to thrust his finger easily into her anus. Stretching her, God, was he using two fingers now? She felt so full, invaded, penetrated, on the verge of a climax so explosive she wondered if she would survive it.
“Easy now,” he growled, moving back from her, pulling his tormenting fingers from her greedy body. “I need you to relax as much as possible, Sarah.”
Sarah stared at him, dazed beyond belief as he uncapped the lubricating jelly. Seconds later, the cold gel touched her flesh, causing her to flinch.
“It’s cold. But it will get warm quick.” His smile flashed, wicked and hot.
Sarah shook her head, fighting the need to close her eyes as he began to push his fingers into her tight hole once again. One finger, sliding easy inside her, spreading the gel. Then two, easing into the passage as he spread the cooling lubrication deep inside her. She cried out, but not in pain as she felt three invade her, stretching her. The sensations tore through her, leaving her gasping as he continued to stretch her slowly, his tongue running through her slit as he did so, caressing her clit, keeping her on the edge of release.
“Ready now?” he asked her, raising his head as he lifted the plug from the couch.
Sarah shook her head, her mind fogged, her body lethargic despite the blood surging through her.
“Yeah you are, sugar,” he told her, his tone so gentle, so approving her l
ashes fluttered. Only at the last second did she manage to keep them opened.
Then she felt it. The tip of the plug was inserted into her tight butt hole. Brock spread her legs wide, one bending, placed over his shoulder, the other over the back of the couch.
“Oh God. Brock.” She couldn’t stop the arch of her body as the thick device began to fill her, stretch her.
Tingling fire shot up her spine, then back down. She could feel her cunt pulsing, leaking her own natural lubrication, preparing itself for what was to come as he pushed the plug deep into her. She writhed beneath him, her hips arching, then a high, startled cry escaped her lips as she felt the flared base lodge past the tight ring of muscles there.
It stretched her impossibly, leaving her gasping, nearly pleading for him to take her now. Right now. But she couldn’t speak. The breath strangled in her throat as pleasure washed over in wave after wave.
“Sarah.” Brock’s voice sounded as strained, as violently aroused as she was now. “Baby. Oh baby. Yes, let it feel good for you.”
His head lowered and he was lapping at her cunt like a starving man. His tongue plunged inside her, his hands holding her legs in place as he drank from the well of hot cream her body pulsed into his mouth. Yet, he still refused to let her climax. He brought her time and time again to the edge, only to pull back before she could go over.
Then he lifted the thick, gel filled dildo from the couch. Sarah cried out as he looked at her. His expression a tight grimace of arousal, his eyes glittering with a raging lust that made her own rise.
“I want you to know the fullness of it,” he whispered as he lodged the bulging head of the dildo at her slick entrance. “I want to watch your face, your eyes and know you like it. I want to see your pleasure, Sarah.”
Her eyes widened as she felt the sexual toy slow enter her, part the flesh of her vagina, burning, stretching her. Her head shook in short, jerky movements, her hands fisted in the cushions of the couch. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t. It was too much. Too much and yet not enough. Each slow, thrusting inch being buried inside her made her more aware of the plug lodged in her anus, it made the fiery pleasure sear her body with lightning streaks of arousal so hot she expected blisters.
“Ah, Sarah, how pretty you are,” he whispered when she finally cried out, her body bucking, driving the dildo those last inches, lodging it firmly against her cervix. “You’re stretched so tight around it, just as you’ll be stretched around me.”
He pulled the dildo back, then pushed it home again. He did so slowly, his strokes firm but not too fast. Sarah arched desperately to him, an agonized haze of lust burning her alive. Her cunt was stretched as it never had been, and still the dildo was only just a bit smaller than the width of Brock’s cock. And how she needed him now. She needed to climax, but the unfulfilling strokes used kept her only poised on the brutal edge of her release.
Through it all, Sarah watched Brock. Their eyes were locked, their needs, their arousal feeding from each other until Sarah could stand no more. She bucked against the slow thrust, lifting to him, her hand gripping his wrist, halting the movement inside her body.
“Fuck me, damn you. Stop teasing me like this.” She had to grit her teeth when that small, wry smile tilted his lips.
Then he was removing the dildo, tossing it aside, his eyes darkening, purpose hardening his expression.
“Now, come here.” He lowered her legs, then took her hands and pulled her to her knees.
Laying back on the couch, he helped her over him, positioning her over the straining, pulsing head of his cock. Sarah felt the moisture between her thighs increase, knowing he would impale her on the thick length.
“Slowly, Sarah.” He gripped her hips, lowering her.
Sarah’s head fell back as the head nudged her inner lips, then spread them wide. She was gasping with desire and an edge of fear. The plug filled her, stretched her, and she knew it would make her vagina smaller, tighter. Would it hurt? He was a bit larger than the dildo, harder, hotter. So hot and thick.
He slipped in only marginally. Sarah shuddered. His cock felt like a brand. A thick, hard, incredibly arousing piece of hot steel sliding past her gripping muscles. She tried to impale herself more fully on it, but his hands gripping her hips held her back.
“Slow, baby,” he growled, his voice thick, so rough it rumbled from his chest. “Slow and easy.”
Inch by excruciating inch he pushed into her. Sarah groaned, her lashes flickering as she fought to keep them open. She was dying; stretching on a wrack of desire so intense, she knew she wouldn’t survive it.
“Sarah.” Brock bucked against her, lodging another inch of the incredibly thick flesh inside her. “God Sarah, you’re so tight. So damned tight.”
He slid the last inches into her, seating himself fully inside her as his head tossed on the cushions and Sarah cried out in desperation. She was stretched fully, burningly aware of every inch of hard flesh buried inside her. The tight ache was making her mad for his cock. She wanted him driving inside her, throwing her into madness as she screamed out her release. Instead, he held her still, one hand at her hips as the other pulled her upper body to his, holding her head against his chest.
The position pushed her buttocks higher and placed her clit in direct contact with his pelvic bone.
“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice harsh as she tried to thrust against him.
She couldn’t. She was mindless with need. She writhed upon the shaft impaling her, her hips twisting desperately.
“Stop.” He smacked her ass. Not an easy, light tap. It stung. It sent her into a mindless realm of pleasure that would kill her. Her hips bucked again.
He smacked her again. Sarah cried out in humiliation and a desire so deep and desperate she could no longer control it. His hand landed again on the other cheek. Sharp, loud. Sarah bucked, moaning, nearly crying now the pleasure was so intense. Her buttocks were on fire and she knew she wanted more. The humiliation of it was deep, intense. It was a part of herself that she didn’t know if she could handle.
“Sarah. God, Sarah.” His hands gripped her hips hard, holding her tight as his body tightened. “Not yet, baby. Not yet.”
“Please, Brock,” she cried out against his chest as he held her close, her hands gripping his shoulders, need rocking through her as she pleaded with him.
“Stay still, Sarah.” His voice was hard now, determined. “I want you to feel, baby. Just feel it. See how good it is? How hot it is to be filled like this?”
“The feeling is killing me, Brock,” she cried out into his chest. “I can’t stand it. Please let me cum.”
“Not yet,” he groaned. “In a minute. I promise. This is what it will be like, Sarah. What it’s like for Marly. Hot and full, stretched and held. It’s like that, Sarah. Do you understand?”
She understood. She understood from the first what this lesson meant.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, Brock. Now please. Please fuck me.”
She twisted against him now, grinding his cock inside her as a shattered cry tore from her throat.
He gripped her hips harder. Slowly he drew back, then pushed into her once again. Easy, lingering strokes that had her nearly screaming out her need for more. Her hips twisted against him, her body bucking as her back arched.
“Damn you,” she cried out hoarsely. “Fuck me. Do it now.”
“Will you accept it, Sarah?” His voice was tortured. “Tell me now. Now, Sarah. Will you accept their touch?”
“Yes,” she screamed, delirious with arousal. “Anything, Brock. Anything, damn you. Just fuck me.”
The growl that tore from his throat sounded feral. He gripped her hips then, hard and tight and began to thrust. Sarah lost her breath. Deep, hard thrusts. They speared through her tight cunt, surging through the gripping muscles as he seemed to spear into her very soul.
She lost her sanity. Her back arched as a scream tore from her throat and she shattered. The explosive climax tore t
hrough her body with the force of a tidal wave, washing over her, drowning all humiliation, shame or regret. On and on, it pulsed through her body, tightening her cunt around the cock plunging harshly inside it. Until she felt the thick erection jerk, felt Brock shudder then flood her inner recess with spurt after spurt of his thick, hot cum.
Sarah collapsed on his chest, breathing harshly, her body still trembling, her vagina gripping him, pulsing around him. She couldn’t move. She could barely breathe. Sweat dripped from their bodies, and the scent of sex and satisfaction wrapped around them with heated remnants of desire.
“God. Damn.” Brock’s voice was hoarse, astounded as he continued to fight for breath.
He eased Sarah gently to his side, tucking her against the back of the couch as she drifted in a haze of completion, awake, but not really aware.
“Leave me alone,” she mumbled, feeling the gentle hands as he brought her to her back and spread her thighs.
She whimpered as she felt him pull the plug free of her body. An echo of her earlier climax pulsed through her body. What had happened to her? She had been mindless, begging, in the grip of something she couldn’t understand and didn’t want to look at too closely right now.
“It’s okay, baby.” He soothed her gently as he picked her up in his arms and headed for the stairs. “Come on, I’ll carry you to bed.”
“You aren’t staying tonight. I need to sleep.” She laid her head on his chest, sleepiness sheltering as warm and light as Brock’s arms.
“You’ll sleep,” he promised, and Sarah knew she heard a smile in his words. Evidently, he intended to ignore her, just as he had last night.
“Bossy,” she muttered as he laid her in the bed then began to clean her thighs gently. The soft warmth of the cloth he used lulled her tired body into settling closer to sleep.
“I have to be,” he told her as he kissed her forehead gently. “If I weren’t, you wouldn’t be so tired right now, Sarah.
Sarah sighed. Was he right? He probably thought he was. She blocked the thought from her head, slipping into the sheltering arms of sleep as she felt the blanket being tucked about her shoulders. He was tender. He kissed her forehead, smoothed his hands over her hair, then darkness enfolded her.
