by Zara Chase
“Presumably you masturbate when you feel frustrated,” Pascal said.
“Yes, obviously. How else would I…”
Pascal held up a hand and her words trailed to a halt. “That’s your first mistake,” he said. “You saw how it was with Kai just now. If I ask him a question that can be answered with a yes or a no, that’s all he gave me. The same rule applies to you. Understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good. When did you last masturbate?”
She paused, thinking about lying. They didn’t know just how steamed up she’d gotten thinking about the two of them, and she wasn’t sure their already-inflated egos needed any help from her. Pascal tapped her thigh with the flat of his hand. It stung but didn’t actually hurt. A moment later a deep jolt rocked her body and she could smell the scent of her own arousal clinging to her skin. This was the weirdest thing. It was also more fun than she’d had since…well, since forever.
“When I ask you a question, you answer it right off.”
“Last night, master.”
Nicole was on fire and felt close to orgasm. She’d read about experienced Doms being able to bring a sub to the brink just by looking at her the right way, or through his tone of voice and the things he said to her. She hadn’t believed it was possible. Now she knew better. Pascal’s eyes smoldered as he focused them on her face, never once blinking. She wondered what he saw, what thoughts were running through his head, and when those long, capable fingers would probe her throbbing cunt, granting the relief she so desperately needed. His fingers or his cock, she didn’t care which. She was more than ready to lose her virginity to either one of them, just so long as they hurried the hell up.
“What made you feel aroused last night, Nicole?”
“You two,” she said, returning their gaze, no longer self-conscious.
“Did you dream of one of us fucking you?”
“Yes, master.”
“Well,” Kai said, chuckling and running his hand down an impressive erection. “Looks like you might just get your wish.”
“I’m not sure she deserves to be fucked.”
A small moan of disappointment slipped past her guard. “Please,” she said quietly. “It’s not fair to leave me…”
Pascal tapped her thigh a little harder this time. “We decide what’s fair and what isn’t. It’s not up for debate.”
“Sorry, master.”
“Get those panties off her, Kai,” Pascal said curtly.
Kai stood up, giving Nicole a close-up view of his musculature. He was so good-looking there ought to be a law against it. His lean, toned torso with that well-defined six-pack caused her to salivate. Broad shoulders supported strong arms with impressive pecs and elegant hands. His long, muscular legs led to that bruised ass of his, filling Nicole with the desire to rub soothing cream into it and kiss away his pain. Lord above, what was happening to her? She watched in fascination as Kai approached her. His regal posture, the graceful way in which he—in which they both—carried themselves enthralled her. Everything about them enthralled her. She was a totally lost cause—at least for as long as she stayed in this place.
“Lift your hips, darlin’,” Kai said.
She did as he asked and he whipped her panties away. She was now as naked as they were. She’d never been in this situation before. She’d never shown her naked body to one man, much less two at once, and yet she didn’t feel the slightest bit embarrassed. Instead she felt empowered, just by the way that the two of them were looking at her with such hunger and appreciation in their expressions.
“That pubic hair needs to go,” Kai said, shaking his head.
“I’m on it.”
Pascal disappeared and Kai took control. He pulled a handle at the side of the couch and it expanded into a full-sized bed. He plumped up cushions and encouraged her to lie down. Nicole didn’t hesitate to comply and was rewarded when he leaned in to deliver a carnal kiss, so deep and intense that her senses reeled. It ended when Pascal returned, bringing with him a bowl of hot, soapy water and a safety razor.
“I’ve wanted to kiss those sweet lips of yours since the first time I saw you,” Kai said softly. “Even if you were trying to hide who you really are.”
She could tell that he meant it but didn’t fear exploitation. That almost always happened if a man tried to get past her defenses. Instead an alien feeling swamped her senses, one that she was unable to define. All she knew was that she didn’t feel the need to hold him or Pascal at arm’s length. It was time to let go and have some fun.
“Bring your knees up, darlin’,” Pascal said, “and spread your legs wide for me.”
This was the point of no return. If she allowed them to do this, then there would be no turning back. But Nicole didn’t want to turn back. She was through with running away. What the hell! Nicole offered them a sultry smile of compliance and did as she was told.
“Did you ever see such a pretty sight?” Kai asked, standing back to admire the view.
“It’ll be a damned sight prettier without all these pubes blocking the view,” Pascal flicked a finger across her mass of pubic hair and scowled. “Whatever were you thinking?”
“Sorry, master.”
“Hmm, just so long as you don’t allow them to grow long ever again.”
Nicole wondered why it should matter to him. By the time her hair grew back, she’d be long gone and he’d never know about it.
“Yes, sir,” she said obediently, already starting to understand the buzz Kai got from behaving subserviently.
Pascal grunted and set to work, damping her pubic area with soapy water. Nicole didn’t think it was supposed to be erotic, but in truth it was the most arousing experience of her admittedly almost-nonexistent sex life. Pascal smoothly wielded the razor while Kai looked on, directing him, telling how best to get the job done. They completely ignored her but were both rock hard, clearly turned on by what they were doing. She was glad the soapy water hid the amount of liquid leaking from the pussy they were intent upon denuding. They probably knew she was feeling hot and needy. They just didn’t need to know how much.
Pascal seemed to know just how firmly to use the razor, not to get rid of her pubes but to agitate her passions. Her breath hitched as he worked his way downward, getting closer and closer to her throbbing pussy but never quite reaching it. Fuck it, he was deliberately tormenting her! He knew damned well what he was doing to her. Nicole wanted to object but already knew enough about this game to understand he’d probably stop altogether, make her stand in the corner with her head bowed, or some other such punishment, if she dared to.
She recalled how Kai had survived the beating he’d taken by controlling his breathing. She did the same thing. It still came naturally to her after all those hours of swimming and she concentrated on breathing deeply, filling her lungs and expelling the air in a slow, controlled exhalation. Breath, inhale, exhale, don’t think about the progress of that razor. They’ll have to touch your pussy lips at some stage. Play them at their own game and don’t let them know how badly you need them to get there.
“She’s a fast learner,” Kai said, smiling.
“She’s a damned witch who needs to learn who’s in control here.”
Nicole couldn’t ask what she’d done wrong because she hadn’t been given permission to speak. She tried to concentrate on her breathing instead, but Kai’s fingers pulled the lips of her pussy apart, finally, and her rhythmic breathing was shot to hell. So, too, was her fragile attempt to remain aloof. She gasped and pushed her hips forward, anxious to meet his fingers, desperate to ease the ache that consumed her entire body.
Kai’s fingers immediately withdrew and Pascal slapped her thigh with some force.
“No one told you to move.”
Nicole dropped her gaze, biting her lip to prevent herself from grinning. This was fun. Pascal’s slap had sent tingling exhilaration spiraling through her and her t
urbulent emotions shot off the scale. Hot didn’t begin to describe the way she felt. Hot, needy, desperate, feminine, seductive. Nicole couldn’t decide which adjective best fit her current situation, nor did she much care, just so long as they carried on stoking her fires.
Kai made a second attempt to separate her lips and this time she managed not to react.
Somehow.
“This is the tricky bit,” Pascal said conversationally, carefully shaving her most delicate areas. “Keep absolutely still. If this razor slips I’ll cut you, and I don’t think you’re ready for those sorts of games quite yet.”
A fine tremor coursed through Nicole, but other than that she remained motionless. The scraping of the razor and her own heartbeat, loud and fast, were the only sounds in the room. Nicole couldn’t believe how long it was taking Pascal to shave away a few pubes. Not that she was complaining, precisely—she wouldn’t dare. But she had never been more in need of an orgasm and couldn’t understand what the holdup was about. Presumably he was enjoying himself. Well, that was okay, but they seemed to have forgotten that she had needs, too.
Finally, Pascal straightened up. “That ought to do it,” he said.
Kai appeared with a cool cloth, which he used to wipe away the soap. He then applied a soft towel to her newly shaved pussy and rubbed her dry. She almost came then and there from the friction he applied. Remembering the breathing exercise at the last minute saved her from disgracing herself and, presumably, punishment. It was vitally important to her that she not disappoint her new masters. If that meant she had to live with disappointment then somehow that’s what she would do.
“That’s just about the cutest pussy I ever did see,” Pascal said.
“No question,” Kai agreed.
Nicole wondered what would happen now. Would there be more instruction on how to behave in their world, or would she finally get what she so desperately needed?
“How does that feel?” Pascal asked.
“Strange,” she replied. “It sounds stupid, but I feel naked.”
“Naked is good,” Kai assured her. “We like you naked.”
“Raise your arms above your head, Nicole,” Pascal ordered.
She did as he asked, her wrists still shackled. Pascal attached the chain that joined the cuffs to a hook on the wall and she was now unable to get away from them. Not that she wanted to, but the feeling of being trapped temporarily overcame her lust. She concentrated on her breathing, reminding herself that they knew her secret. That being the case, they must realize she’d never been so exposed, so vulnerable and helpless, with anyone ever before. She’d placed her trust in them and somehow knew they wouldn’t abuse what for her had been a life-changing decision.
The pins were still attached to her nipples, but Kai lay beside her and removed one. Sensation came rushing back to the frozen peak, swamping her in a pleasurable way. The feeling intensified when Pascal lay on her opposite side and did the same thing. As one they leaned in and took her nipples into their mouths, sucking and playfully nipping at them while their hands molded and manipulated the flesh that supported them. Gentle at first, their actions gradually became more urgent, harsher, and Nicole loved every minute of it.
Unable to remain passive, she writhed against the restraints and lifted her hips to meet fresh air. They were killing her. She desperately needed release. At the same time, she couldn’t bear the thought of them abandoning her throbbing tits. Now she truly understood what they meant by titty-torture.
Kai kissed his way down her torso, his hair tickling her stomach as he sucked and licked at her dewy skin. Pascal guided her onto her side and did the same thing with her back, pushing her hair aside so he could start with her neck. She lost the ability to second-guess what they intended to do and quickly gave up trying. This was pleasure in its basal form and she had lost time to make up for.
Years’ worth of lost time.
Oh my, Kai was getting perilously close to her pussy. She wanted to open her legs and give him easier access, but that was impossible because of the position she was in. Was that why Pascal had pushed her onto her side? It was just plain mean of him and she’d tell him so once this was over.
Kai’s tongue swirled over her naked mons and Nicole couldn’t hold back a little moan. Pascal tapped her butt hard, but she barely felt it. Her entire attention was focused on the progress of Kai’s mobile tongue. He lapped teasingly at her swollen clit and Nicole almost fractured then and there. Readiness coursed through her body, but before it could find release, Kai withdrew his tongue, the rat! Pascal’s activities had gone largely unnoticed up until that moment. Then she felt something cool sliding between her ass cheeks. She automatically tensed up.
“Shush, just relax, darlin’.”
Pascal’s voice was soft yet authoritative and persuasive. She relaxed as best she could while his fingers continued to explore. Surely he didn’t mean to…One slick and mobile finger pushed at the entrance to her anus. Hell, yes, he did. How did she feel about that? She had no time to decide because his lips distracted her, exploring her shoulder blades, nipping and sucking at anything in their path, while his erection pushed against her backside. God, that felt so good! Why had she denied herself all these years? In retrospect, the reasons for her restraint seemed pretty feeble. But then again, if she hadn’t waited, she wouldn’t have been brought to life for the first time by these two capable hunks.
Lordy, Kai had turned himself upside down and was coming at her pussy from below. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, opening up her cunt and giving Pascal easier access to her butt. Nicole felt as though she was floating outside of herself on a tidal wave of endless pleasure, making her wonder if she was having one of those out-of-body experiences people kept banging on about. If so, she was a convert.
There was no way she could hold back for much longer. The thought had barely registered before something cool slid inside her ass. It wasn’t Pascal’s prick—it was way too small for that—but once she got over the intrusive feeling, it fit comfortably inside her and rocked her world in ways she never would have imagined possible.
Kai was now sucking her clit into his mouth and Pascal was playing with the spongy area between her backside and cunt. She had no idea that particular part of her anatomy was so sensitive.
“It’s your perineal sponge,” he said softly, as though reading her mind. “It’s another erogenous zone.”
“Yes.”
Nicole hardly needed to be told. She absolutely got that part and thrashed against Kai’s mouth as he increased the pressure he was putting on her cunt, no longer caring about discipline or any punishments that might ensue. All she cared about was the rushing, soaring excitement the two men were stimulating in her. As though sensing her agitation, Kai withdrew his mouth and Nicole was unable to suppress a cry of protest. Chuckling, Kai separated her lips and she felt something large slide into her cunt. It was a vibrator. She knew that because she owned several and recognized the feel at once.
She also knew it would hit her hymen and that would be that. Kai appeared to realize it, too. Well, if he was as much of a genius as Pascal proclaimed then she supposed he would. He pushed it only far enough for her to get the benefit of the vibration when it was turned to full speed, nudged it against her barrier, but didn’t force it any farther. Even so, it was more than enough to send her into sensory overload. With whatever was up her ass and the vibrator snugly fitted in her cunt, Nicole was filled to capacity, stretched beyond her wildest imaginings.
And it felt absolutely wonderful.
Surely it couldn’t get any better than this? Finally she understood what all the fuss was about, before either of them had even penetrated her.
When Pascal’s fingers increased their pressure on that spongy area and Kai’s found her clit, it was one torture too many. She screamed because it was impossible to keep a lid on her feelings and they needed to be verbalized, even if she didn’t say anything that made much sense. If they were so experienc
ed, surely they realized she was on the brink?
“Now!” she cried urgently. “I need one of you right now.”
“You’ve got us both, darlin’,” Pascal replied. “Enjoy.”
“No, you don’t understand…oh, shit!”
It was too late. She couldn’t hold back. Damn it, she had so wanted to be fucked, but this was almost as good. She writhed against their hands, sweat soaking her body, completely abandoned as she gave herself up to the cataclysmic orgasm that consumed her. Her breathing control went completely awry as the sensation burned and intensified, reverberating like thunder as it spread to every corner of her body and doubled back on itself. Her nerve endings tingled with anticipation as the pleasure built, slamming through her system, causing mayhem, and literally shaking her to the core.
“Damn it,” she said when she came back to earth. “Why did you make me wait so long?”
Chapter Eleven
“You, okay?” Pascal asked after a prolonged moment of silence.
She smiled at each of them in turn as Kai’s hand gently brushed sweat-soaked hair from her brow.
“Never better,” she said. “I had absolutely no idea it could be like that. But why didn’t one of you—”
“We’re glad to be the ones who helped you find out,” Pascal said, deliberately cutting her off. Now wasn’t the time to discuss their manful restraint. “But I expect you have questions.”
“Only a million.”
“Our mate is one sexy kitten,” Kai pheromoned, grinning like an idiot.
“What else did you expect?”
“Yeah, but actually knowing for sure is a blast.”
“Amen to that.”
“Why do you two look at each other like that?” she asked.
Kai shrugged. “Like what?”
“I’m not sure.” She shared a glance between them and frowned as though she didn’t actually know what she meant herself. “Like you’re communicating, or something. Do you have telepathic powers?”
“Baby, you have no idea!”
“Actually she does,” Kai pheromoned back. “She seems to have hit the proverbial nail on the head.”
