“I’m not arguing. The two of you are. I’m sorry. Maybe I should have waited until later to tell you, but I’m heading to bed early so I can wake up on time in the morning.”
“Are you willing to compromise?”
“It depends.” She waited, but he didn’t say anything. “Okay.” She couldn’t help her sullenness.
“Take a hotel car, have it pick you up and go back to the hotel after your shift.”
Her heart finally started beating again. “I can do that. Is Stephon still mad?”
“We’re both mad, but I’ll talk to him. I think reddening your ass will do him good. We’ll call you tomorrow night when you get off work.”
“Thank you.”
“You probably shouldn’t.”
“I miss you both and can’t wait for Tuesday night.” She purposely lowered her voice.
“Then take Wednesday off for us.”
“I’ll talk to Starla.”
“Do that. I need to run, our plane is taking off.” The phone clicked.
She needed to get a good night’s sleep, so she went into the bedroom and put on Stephon’s t-shirt. Housekeeping changed the sheets daily, so she couldn’t smell him on the bedding. Angela came into the room looking as miserable as Jewel felt. They both snuggled into separate pillows and tried to sleep.
***
A few customers asked about her bruises, but most knew the story. She’d been hot gossip around the café, and a few of the female patrons asked her about Matt and Stephon. Her face heated up with the questions, but she used the same technique she used on the men when flirting and never told anyone her personal business.
George was another story. “There’s something off about two men who want to share a woman,” he grumbled.
“With all the wild stories I’ve heard about your past, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened with you.” She grinned when his cheeks took on a reddish hue. “Do you have something to tell me, George?”
He grumbled, but answered, “Well it wasn’t the norm, that’s for sure.”
Jewel laughed and patted his back. “Was Starla the lucky woman?”
“More than once, hun,” the lucky woman said as she walked into the kitchen. “George got a little jealous, so it only happened twice. Fair was fair, so he got double teamed by me and a girlfriend too. For some reason that didn’t make him as jealous.”
“You’re both too worldly for me.” Jewel kissed George on the cheek and took out an order.
The rest of the day flew by, and at six the hotel’s car waited out front. She needed a few things from her apartment and got no objections from the driver. Thinking about the wealthy lifestyle Matt and Stephon enjoyed was daunting, but she could get used to having a car at her beck and call.
She quickly grabbed the items she needed and then returned to the hotel. There was no light blinking on the house phone and her heart sank. Only one more day and she would see them again. Angela walked in a few minutes later, and after Jewel changed into jeans and a shirt, they decided to go downstairs for dinner. The restaurant was crowded, but the maître d’ took them straight to a table.
“The perks of the rich and famous,” Angela said after a waiter took their drink orders. “I’m growing accustomed to it, but I’ll never be totally at ease.”
“I was thinking the same thing today in the hotel’s car. Tell me about touring with the band.”
The women talked and laughed for the next two hours. Over the weekend they’d grown to be fast friends. When Jewel told Angela on the second night that she could sleep in the other bedroom, Angela admitted it helped her as much as Jewel.
Through a yawn, Jewel finally said she needed sleep and they made their way back to the room. Jewel punched in the code and opened the door. Home early, three men stood waiting with obvious impatience.
Angela let out a small squeal, ran around Jewel, and launched herself at Krispin. He immediately caught her in his arms, taking her lips in a heated kiss. Jewel shyly looked between her two men. “Hi.”
Stephon moved in close. “I don’t think so, love.” His hands pulled her forward and his mouth came down.
Matt brushed the hair from her face and kissed her neck. His touch added to the instant inferno Stephon ignited and she felt… perfectly perfect.
Jewel was barely aware of the other couple leaving or the soft click of the door. She wasn’t sure whose hands traveled over her hips moving beneath the waistband of her pants, but she didn’t care because Stephon’s mouth continued its tortuous assault.
The neck of her shirt pulled down over her shoulder and kisses traveled across her collarbone and then around to her back. The heat from the men’s bodies enveloped hers, almost burning the nerve endings where every touch sizzled. All the while Stephon consumed her mouth with his tongue, lips, and teeth.
Matt’s hoarse voice barely registered. “This,” he reached for the hem of her shirt and began pulling it up, “is in my way.” His rough hands skimmed against her skin as the shirt traveled upward, igniting an incredible yearning for more.
Stephon growled softly when the shirt reached her neck and his lips separated from hers, but they were back as soon as the material cleared her head. Matt’s skilled hands unsnapped her bra and cool air washed over her breasts until Stephon brought her in close and his chest pressed against the sensitive swells. Matt’s hands came between her and Stephon’s bodies, taking her breasts in his palms and squeezing while placing small kissing bites along her neck and shoulder. The warm hands on her breasts lowered and it was all she could do not to groan into Stephon’s mouth. Then her jeans unsnapped and the zipper moved down inch by inch. Matt seized her hips and rocked her ass back into his erection. He groaned in her ear with the first forward thrust of his hips.
Stephon’s hands now surrounded her breasts with a hard sensual clench, minus Matt’s calluses. Feeling the difference in their hands only excited her more. She felt wetness pool in her panties and her pussy craved their touch. Now. Involuntarily, her hands reached behind, trying to pull Matt closer.
“No.” The low husky word whispered across her cheek. “Lock your fingers and put your hands on your head.”
She didn’t respond quickly enough, because Stephon stopped his soul-shattering kiss and reached up, tangling his fingers in the hair on the back of her neck. His hold tightened almost painfully, pulling her head back. “Do what he says, love.” It wasn’t a request, and not allowing her time, he jerked her arms up, took her hands, and placed them together on the back of her head.
To keep them there, she interlocked her fingers and let out a breath of air on a sigh because her sensitive nerve endings sizzled with each thrust of Matt’s erection against her backside.
Stephon didn’t return to her mouth, but kissed her forehead before moving down across the hairline to her earlobe where his teeth caught the soft flesh and he not so gently bit down.
Her loud moan filled the room as her lower body hungered for release.
They stepped away from her at the same time, leaving her body seconds from orgasm.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Jewel
“We missed you, love.” Stephon’s tone changed, and even though the words were hushed, the tenor of his voice hardened.
Trying to focus on what he said was impossible, and her body, with a mind of its own, gyrated backward toward Matt. His throaty voice only heightened her need for release, “I think she missed us too.”
“Please don’t stop,” Jewel shamelessly begged.
Stephon grasped her hands, bringing them down and in front of her, holding them within the tight grip of one of his. She managed to open her eyes and meet his smoldering gaze, which made her knees go weak.
“We want you naked, love.”
Matt began sliding her jeans over her legs, snagging her panties and pulling them down at the same time. Stephon supported her as she stepped out of the clothes. Besides Stephon’s hand holding hers, their bodies didn’t touch her. The warmth she f
elt only minutes before turned to chills, but did little to stop the raging desire in her pussy.
A touch of ire for her unfulfilled thirst sounded in her voice, “Why did you stop?”
Low guttural laughter was her immediate answer until Matt leaned in behind her and whispered, “We aren’t happy with you.”
Her brain was finally coming out of its sex-induced haze. “Well I’m not exactly happy with either of you at this very minute.”
More laughter met her words.
“What do you say, Matt, do you think we’ll get through the night without a ball gag?”
“Doubtful.”
Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t.”
Stephon’s free hand was back in her hair, stopping all movement of her head. “Don’t tempt me, love. Muffled screams can be just as satisfying as unsubdued ones.”
Matt’s hand came around to her chin and one of his fingers rested at the corner of her lower lip. “We hoped to put this to better use.” His finger slid inside her mouth. “But your attitude is making other options more likely.”
She bit down, and then gave a sharp squeal, causing her to release his finger because a solid slap landed on her bare ass. She sucked in air trying to assimilate the sudden pain. Matt pulled her back into the contour of his body.
“Do you remember your safeword?” He brought his hands around her in a comforting hug.
“Yes.” She breathed outward.
“What is it?”
She couldn’t see Matt, but Stephon’s eyes pierced hers. He wasn’t smiling, and a small amount of trepidation entered her voice, “Red.”
Stephon’s tone was uncompromising, “If you use it, everything stops.”
The frustration over their bringing her so close to climax and then stopping only confused her. “But I didn’t use it.”
“No, love, but you have a slight punishment to get through.”
Her heartbeat accelerated thinking of the whipping Angela received at the club. “I don’t understand.” They couldn’t do something like that to her. They wouldn’t.
“Then let’s sit on the couch and talk about it.” Just the corner of Stephon’s mouth tipped up.
“I need my clothes.” She felt very exposed.
The whisper in her ear was back, “That would take away all the fun of touching you while we talk.”
“If you’re touching me, I can’t think.” Keeping her voice level was nearly impossible and she was sure she didn’t succeed.
“You thinking was not in our plans for the night.”
She didn’t have a chance to respond because Matt picked her up and followed Stephon to the couch, placing her in his friend’s arms after Stephon sat down. Matt went to the floor and immediately wrapped his fingers around her upper thigh very close to the wet, throbbing core of need they left her with. Her pussy clenched involuntarily. From the smile on Matt’s face, he knew how his hand affected her.
Stephon situated her more comfortably and Matt’s roughened hand smoothed across her flesh before settling on her mound. Unexpectedly, his fingers gently tugged at the trimmed hair between her legs.
“We’ll take care of that tomorrow. I can deal with it this once,” Stephon said to Matt, completely ignoring the “harrumph” she expelled in an unladylike manner. “We need to discuss her punishment.”
“She’s new to this, so maybe this once we should go lightly.”
She tried to look at Stephon, but in her current position it was impossible to meet his eyes. “I thought you wanted to talk to me about this.”
Stephon’s hand put pressure on her jaw, bringing her lips together. “You can listen to the negotiation, but you have no say. Matt’s more lenient than I am, but I think he’s right this time. You have your safeword, but it would be a real shame to sleep with you all night without giving your sweet pussy what it needs.”
Inside she fumed even though further wetness gushed between her legs. He was doing this on purpose. Her body needed release badly, and a session with a whip was sounding far from scary now. Matt’s voice broke into her thoughts.
“I think fifteen would work.”
Stephon’s sigh actually made her grin. “Now, love, you know we didn’t want you at work. We worried, didn’t sleep, and played like hell this weekend. I know sitting around this room couldn’t have been easy, but you were safe. Punishment is not meant to be enjoyable, but this time, Matt’s going to make you crave the feeling of my hand striking your ass. Just think of it as funishment. I’m being indulgent with you both, so don’t expect it again.” His voice tightened with the last statement, and his arms closed around her completely. “I think the ottoman would be best.”
This last sentence made no sense until Matt released her, stood, and walked to the ottoman, pulling it away from the chair more toward the center of the circled furniture. He left the room, returning with two pillows. He didn’t place them lengthwise, but arranged them across the low piece of furniture, so that when she leaned over them her ass would prop up higher.
Stephon pushed on her legs so they swung around and her feet touched the floor. “I want you to walk over and position yourself.” His hands propelled her upward. “We won’t force you.”
Jewel looked over her shoulder into his uncompromising gaze and then to Matt who had a slight twinkle in his eyes. She promised he could spank her and now it was time to pay the piper even if the circumstances were slightly altered. Both men sported stiff erections, and for some reason the fact that this turned them on gave her the courage to stand and walk over to their impromptu spanking bench. Looking down at the plush seat caused more fluid to pool between her legs, and with a deep breath she knelt down and lowered her chest onto the soft material. Her head came slightly over the side, but she was still able to rest her cheek comfortably against the cushion.
“Spread you knees for Matt, love.”
Chills ran up her spine, but her legs separated and she wondered if Matt would touch her first or if Stephon would start her punishment. She heard Matt’s pants rustle when he kneeled behind her to the right, but when she tried to turn, Stephon stopped her. “Be still.” It wasn’t a command she wanted to disobey.
Matt’s hands went to her hips first and then slowly skimmed across her skin to meet at her lower back. His fingers splayed over her ass cheeks and caused her breath to catch. His thumbs, one positioned slightly above the other, traveled down the crack of her ass, spreading her. Then he applied pressure at the puckered hole that held an unimaginable amount of sensation. The thought of him entering her there scared her to death, but more wetness flowed from her pussy and a low sigh escaped her lips.
“Not yet baby, but I promise I’ll revisit here again.”
Mortification brought warmth to her face, but then Matt’s thumbs continued their progress until they ran across the swollen lips of her pussy. His hands lifted her hips up and his tongue touched her dripping center. She couldn’t stop a strangled cry from leaving her throat. He pulled her lips further apart and the rough callouses on his thumbs almost took her over the edge. Stephon, standing to her left, splayed one of his hands over her spine, halfway up her back, applying firm pressure when her upper body involuntarily lifted from the ottoman.
Matt’s mouth left her pussy, and while she gasped for air, Stephon’s hand landed with striking force against her right ass cheek. His other hand pressed down harder on her back at the same time, and she felt her eyes moisten with the sudden pain. Another slap landed against her left cheek and she gasped loudly. The safeword was forming on her lips when Matt’s mouth latched onto her pussy, sucking her clit, and causing all thoughts of pain to leave her mind. The groan she gave was halfway to a scream when his mouth left her again. This time four hard, rapid slaps landed — two to her upper thighs, which hurt with greater intensity, and two on the same spots Stephon hit before. No thought of a safeword entered her mind because Matt was back at her pussy using his tongue and lips to drive her crazy.
Matt stopped suddenly
and the assault on her backside began again. Stephon went past four and the pain grew, but then two fingers entered her pussy and her mind traveled from the sting to the ecstasy of what they were doing to her body. Her brain finally went numb allowing only sensation to wash over her.
“Did you have an orgasm while we were gone, love?” Stephon’s lips touched the top of her ear, the husky words barely penetrating her muddled thoughts.
Her answer whispered out on a sigh, “No.”
“Good, we’re almost done.”
“No.”
She heard them laugh, but felt the combined focus of pain and carnal assault all the more. She didn’t know how many times Stephon’s hand struck her ass—it no longer mattered, as long as Matt’s lips returned to the hot, isolated need between her thighs.
She felt a wet, sliding pressure before she realized Matt’s finger pushed past the rosette of her ass, using her juice to lube the tight opening. Matt entered her pussy with two fingers from his other hand and Stephon’s hands reached under her, found her incredibly hard nipples, and pinched. The orgasm exploded, zinging between every point they touched. Her vocal cords released a long, sensual cry of release, her body held still by two sets of unyielding hands as Matt’s fingers slid in and out and Stephon’s fingers tightened further while using his chest to press her down. The electrical charge of energy went on and on.
When her breathing slowed, the pressure on her back became a caress of hands, and Stephon’s tongue traveled softly over her bruised and scared face, licking her tears and murmuring soft words of endearment.
Finally her brain registered when Stephon spoke a complete sentence. “I’m proud of you, love. I’m picking you up and we’re going to bed.”
She didn’t know where Matt was, but her body was limp and sated, making it impossible for her to ask. Stephon laid her on the bed, allowing her to curl on her side while he adjusted the pillows against the headboard. He removed his pants, his cock spilling out and looking impossibly large. He never took his eyes from her watery gaze. His knee landed in front of her face and his hands moved her body so he could position her between his thighs with his back to the headboard. His erection pressed into her back, and through her sleepy haze, she wanted to roll over and taste him. Her eyes drifted closed.
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