Loving Two Doms (Club El Diablo)

by Holly S. Roberts

  Matt entered the room and she heard him set something on the table beside the bed. The sound of his zipper lowering made her lips tilt up. Stephon’s fingers massaged the sides of her head while Matt joined them on the bed.

  “Spread your legs for me,” Matt requested softly.

  She must have done what he asked because a warm washcloth rubbed at her sensitive flesh, cleaning away the fluid her body produced earlier. She wasn’t sure why he wanted it gone, but the cloth felt wonderful and she let the bliss envelope her.

  “Are you tender, love?” Stephon’s words breathed across the skin of her shoulder.

  “No, but that feels wonderful.” Her dreamy voice sounded far away.

  “Are you too tired to continue?”

  She barely registered his question and couldn’t help her sleepy grin. She would be happy to stay up the entire night, even if working her shift the following day was exhausting. “No, I’m not tired.” She tried to open her eyes.

  “Little liar.” Matt’s soft laugh was the last thing she remembered.

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Matt

  He let her sleep, speaking barely above a whisper, “You’re getting soft in your old age.”

  “You’re so fucking right.” Stephon gently shifted her body off his so he could lie down.

  Matt put away the washcloth and joined the two of them in bed. “I called Starla and told her Jewel wouldn’t be in for the rest of the week. When Jewel finds out, we’ll probably have a chance to punish her again.”

  “The only thing punished tonight are our dicks. Put your hand over here and rub one out for me.”

  “Only in your dreams. We’ll let her sleep for a few hours before we get ours.”

  “What will you be doing while we wait?”

  “Thinking about all the little noises she makes when she’s turned on. If you feel the bed bouncing a little, don’t be concerned.”

  “Gay fucker.”

  “Only for you.”

  Matt didn’t think he would sleep, but Jewel’s warm, soft body and the relief of having her within his arms caused him to eventually drift off.

  A thump on his shoulder woke him hours later. He looked at the clock, which brightly displayed four in the morning. Soft light streamed into the room from the bathroom, and he watched Stephon sit a bowl on the nightstand. He saw a razor placed next to the bowl and smiled. Stephon walked to the dresser, opened a drawer, and removed an assortment of leather restraints. Now Matt was wide awake and so was his cock.

  He took the two larger bands from his friend’s hands and sat up so he could contemplate the best way to get them around her thighs. Stephon secured a set to her ankles and she moved slightly, giving him a small amount of access. He worked fast while Stephon grabbed straps from the same drawer and secured them to metal rings recessed beneath the bed. The El Diablo Hotel’s VIP suites came well equipped for private BDSM play.

  Matt adjusted the pillows similar to the way Stephon had the night before, and then took hold of Jewel beneath her arms and brought her up as he rested back. She groggily struggled for a moment, but he soothed her gently. “It’s only me and Stephon. Go back to sleep.” She tried to turn her body to face him and snuggle, but Stephon pulled on one of her legs and secured a carabiner snap hook to the ring now attached to her ankle. She tried to sit up, but Matt wrapped his arms around her, pulling her up a little further against him, and let Stephon secure her other leg.

  The sleepiness quickly faded from her voice, “What are you doing?” Her nails dug into Matt’s arms.

  Stephon grabbed longer straps and snapped them to her thighs.

  “You’re tying me up.” Fear made her voice tremble.

  Stephon stopped what he was doing and came around to sit beside her. He pushed a chunk of hair from her face. “Only your legs. Matt will hold your upper body. You know your safeword. This morning’s not about pain, but I need to fix a delicate problem first.”

  “Problem?”

  “I’m shaving your pussy so when my mouth gets its first taste it’s exactly how I like it.”

  Matt felt her squirm, but Stephon reached up and pulled back on her hair, stopping the movement. “The most important thing when someone holds a razor to your cunt is for you to be absolutely still.”

  Air expelled from her lungs, but Matt could feel her body quiver. “He won’t hurt you, and I promise he’ll make it enjoyable.”

  “Promise?”

  Stephon’s laughter floated across the room as he brought shaving cream, a butt plug, and lube over to the bed. She didn’t object, but Matt thought she probably had no idea what everything was. He had a feeling the scratches on his arms would need medical treatment by the time this was over. His cock would need it too because she continued to wiggle her ass against it.

  Stephon turned on the bedside light and then picked up the bowl of water and brought it down to the end of the bed. He grabbed the razor and then sat to the side of her splayed thigh. Matt watched Stephon’s hand glide over her flesh and felt his groin tighten further. Her indrawn breath made him smile.

  “Close your eyes and think of England, love. I plan on taking my time.”

  Her earthy groan rumbled from her chest against Matt’s cock. “We may need to clean off her back by the time she’s shaved.”

  “Oh, poor baby. Maybe Stephon will shave you next.” She might be turned on, but a touch of pique sounded in her voice too.

  Stephon didn’t laugh and inserted two fingers into her pussy, causing her bottom to lift from the bed. He not so gently pinched her inner thigh with his other hand. “Don’t make me strap your ass to the bed too.”

  She breathed out and the fight left her body. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Hmm, you learn quickly. Let’s get this part over with.” He picked up the butt plug and placed a generous amount of lube on it.

  “Let’s not,” she squealed when she realized what it was.

  Matt brought his hands up and squeezed her breasts, then rolled her nipples between his fingers. “I promise this will make the experience more enjoyable.” He nuzzled her ear as he spoke and then nodded to Stephon.

  “Toss me a pillow.”

  Matt took one of the pillows still resting beside him and threw it to his friend. Stephon arranged it under her ass so he had better access. “Breathe in for me and don’t clench your ass cheeks; it only makes the entry uncomfortable.”

  “That’s easy for you to say.”

  Matt pinched her nipples and felt her back arch. He watched as Stephon moved the plug around and felt her stiffen when he began inserting it. “This will make things so much easier in the long run. Trust us.”

  “Awwwe. It hurts.”

  “Bear down and the pain will be over quickly,” Stephon said.

  Her muscles went slack and Matt kissed her cheek after the plug was seated fully in her ass. “Good girl.” The sound of the shaving cream brought his eyes back to what Stephon was doing. She wiggled slightly, but stopped all movement at the first swipe of the razor.

  Stephon worked methodically, though he stopped in between wetting the razor’s blade and teased her pussy with deep strokes of his fingers. She writhed and moaned, but then stilled every time the sharp blade ran over her skin. When finished, he stood and walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. He dried her off, removed the pillow from her hips, and then brought his head between her thighs.

  Matt watched it all while playing with her nipples. Her head tossed from side to side and her moans grew louder until she whimpered in pleasure. At the cry of her release, Stephon pulled the butt plug out, knowing he increased the intensity of her orgasm. Matt knew this was only the beginning. Stephon quickly unbuckled the restraints, completely removing the straps from her thighs and then grabbed a condom for himself. After sliding it on, he tossed one to Matt.

  Matt moved forward and Stephon’s hands rearranged her legs so she was sitting on her knees, the dreamy look on her face inciting him to give her more. Matt han
ded her off to Stephon, who now lay on the bed, and pulled her on top of him spreading her legs to either side of his hips. He thrust up and buried himself deep in her pussy. They both felt her guttural cry all the way to their balls.

  Matt placed the condom on his cock and added lube. He then parted her ass cheeks and squeezed more lube down the crease. His finger slid over the hole he wanted so badly. He looked at Stephon, who somehow managed to remain still while deep within her body.

  Matt spoke, “I’ll go slow, baby, but this will feel incredibly tight. Breathe for me.” He took her hips, feeling her quiver beneath his hands. Releasing one hip, he positioned his cock and pushed forward.

  “Oh, God, I can’t.”

  Stephon pulled her head up and kissed her. Matt pushed forward, hearing her whimpers even past her covered mouth. “Open for me, Jewel. Give me your ass or I’ll take it.”

  He placed his hand back on her hip and finally felt her body relax, submitting fully to his command. He continued his forward movement until his balls hit Stephon’s. This was when the two men connected fully and inherently knew what the other needed. Matt pulled her bottom up, bringing her pussy away from Stephon’s cock, and then Stephon grabbed below Matt’s hands and brought her back down so he sank back in as Matt slid out.

  “Let go completely, baby, we’ve got you.” Matt’s breathing increased with each stroke.

  Stephon released her mouth and then the men thrust in and out in perfect harmony. Matt felt his balls tighten and knew Stephon was close too. Jewel cried out as her body began to shake and the orgasm consumed her. Matt released her hips, reached forward, and gathered her hair from her face. Stephon watched him with half-closed eyes. Both men pulled almost completely out and then entered her at the same time, turning her cry to a scream. They groaned as their cocks convulsed within the tight confines of her body. Matt’s orgasm went on and on, feeling different than any he’d experienced before. It was mind blazingly perfect.

  His breathing remained ragged when he pulled from her body. Stephon did the same and wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her even closer. Matt disposed of his condom, moved Jewel slightly, and did the same with Stephon’s condom. He crawled in next to them, and rubbed his palm along the skin of her lower back.

  They lay there as time passed. Matt felt complete contentment, and had no doubt Stephon felt the same way. Jewel’s breathing slowed then deepened as she drifted back to sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Stephon

  She was perfect. Their little vanilla waitress needed them as much as they needed her. Stephon refused to let the insecurities of his masochistic side ruin this moment. He wasn’t sure what made Jewel so incredibly special, but she was. They needed to get her to California sooner rather than later. He actually looked forward to her smart-mouthed objections to their plans. Spanking her often would be too much fun.

  “What time is it? I need to get to work.” The groggy words cut into his thoughts.

  “Sorry, love, but Matt spoke to Starla last night and you have the remainder of the week off. We plan on keeping you too busy to care.”

  “He didn’t,” she retorted.

  “Yes, I did,” Matt said as he entered the room. “Starla was more than happy to give you vacation time. She says you’ve never taken one.”

  “That’s because I need my tip money you buffoon.”

  Stephon waited to see what Matt would do. It didn’t take long. Matt took a ball gag from the dresser drawer and began slowly rubbing the ball in his palm. Stephon tightened his arms so she couldn’t move.

  “I need to pee, brush my teeth, and shower. If you put that thing in my mouth, I’ll bite you silly.”

  The rumble started deep in Stephon’s chest and then came out on a full-fledged laugh. They had their hands full and both men knew it. Stephon hadn’t had this much fun in years.

  “Well, then that’s the order we’ll do it in,” Matt said. “Up you go.” He lifted her away from Stephon and turned her toward the bathroom door. “Use the toilet and then get in the shower. We’ll be joining you, so hurry up. If you lock the door, I’ll bust it down and then let Stephon bust your ass.”

  Her eyes turned to Stephon and he couldn’t help himself, he winked. She gave him a tight smile and walked to the bathroom, intentionally swaying her hips so both men stared at her ass.

  “I think every time we have better plans for her temping mouth this will come into play.” Matt held up the ball gag. “We need to invest in an o-ring gag so we can have the best of both worlds.”

  “Then you get to be the lucky man with no fingers. I’d rather punish her ass and save her mouth for what it’s meant for.”

  “You have a point.” Matt looked at the bathroom door when the shower went on. “I worked on her blow job technique, so she knows how I like it. She’s a quick learner.”

  “Then I get her mouth before you try to fit that contraption around her head.”

  The men followed her into the shower and each received her ever advancing blow job skills.

  ***

  Matt

  An hour later, he walked into the bathroom where Jewel was busy drying her hair, a t-shirt covering her upper body. She stopped the dryer and smiled into the mirror. Two leather cuffs with metal rings clinked in Matt’s hand. “I was hoping you forgot.”

  “Breakfast will be here in thirty minutes. These are for your wrists. Will you wear them for me?”

  “I know there’s a catch.” Her eyes followed his fingers rubbing across the leather.

  He took her wrist, and when she didn’t object, he fastened one and then the other, leaving a small amount of space between her skin and the binding.

  “Is this all?” A shy smile appeared on her face.

  “Not even close. I want this off.” He tugged up on her shirt and pulled it over her head. “Bra and panties too.”

  She complied with a giggle and kicked off her panties after he pushed them down her legs. The bra came next. “Do you plan on keeping me naked all day?”

  “No.” He pulled the ring on her wrist and made her trail behind him. “The entire week nude is more to our liking.”

  “You’re men, of course you’d like that.”

  Stephon sat at the dining table reading the newspaper and looked up with appreciative eyes. “Having you sit in a chair with a red ass is more to my liking.”

  “Sit here.” Matt didn’t give her a chance to respond.

  She sat down and he took her hands and moved around the back of the chair. He held her wrists in one hand and then she heard a click as he joined them with some kind of clip. She tried to bring her arms forward, but it was impossible.

  “This is what I want.” Matt smoothed some hair behind her ear and leaned in. “Only until breakfast arrives and only if you don’t say ‘red’ first. Will you do this for me, baby?”

  Stephon stood and walked over carrying the ball gag.

  She looked at the horrible contraption. “Thirty minutes?”

  “Probably less, but once it’s on, you won’t be able to use your safeword, so say it now if that’s what you want.”

  In a tiny voice she tried to weasel out of her punishment, “I’ll never call you a buffoon again.”

  “That I don’t doubt.”

  Stiffening her back and sitting up straight, she gave in. “Oh, all right. Do you ever get punished?” Her smart mouth couldn’t acquiesce quickly enough and her bratty rejoinder made Stephon laugh.

  Matt took the gag, pressed the ball between her lips, and then secured it around the back of her head. “Nod your head if this is uncomfortable against your bruise.” Her head remained still.

  Stephon pulled the leather ankle cuffs he had used the night before from his pocket and handed them over. Matt buckled them on, but didn’t touch her except to separate her legs, securing each ankle to one side of the chair.

  Matt studied her for a minute, noticing her eyes, softened with desire, her beautiful body fully displayed. Her nippl
es were erect buds begging for his mouth. Not touching her was its own sweet torture, but this wasn’t a funishment and would set the tone of future penalties. He turned away and Stephan did the same. They sat at the table, so close, almost too close to Jewel. Matt grabbed a section of the newspaper and started reading. He cocked his eyebrows when her grunt of disapproval sounded, but otherwise they both ignored her struggle to get free, which lasted all of sixty seconds before she came to the realization that they had no intention of giving into her. She’d survive thirty minutes, and it would be interesting to see the final result when she was free. He read the business news and then grabbed the front section when Stephon finished it. Keeping his mind off her delectable and available body was impossible. He read the same article three times and still wouldn’t be able to answer a simple question about it if asked. He peeked over at Stephon, but he seemed comfortably unaware, though Matt knew this shit got Stephon’s rocks off quicker than anything but a foot rub.

  It seemed like two hours, not twenty minutes, when a soft knock at the door turned their attention to the food delivery. Stephon got up and walked over. Matt looked at Jewel, whose eyes were huge and her face red with embarrassment. Taking pity on her, he walked behind her chair and tipped it back so she looked up into his eyes, “He won’t be able to see you. Stephon won’t let him in. Relax.” Her eyes showed relief and her head nodded, but she didn’t stop looking at him and his heart flipped.

  They heard the door close and then Stephon pushed the cart over. Matt let her chair settle on four legs again and then helped uncover the dishes. They both moved their chairs close to Jewel’s and ignored the sounds of protest she made when they didn’t immediately release her. Finally, Matt walked behind her and removed the ball gag. Circling her throat with his hand, he used just a small bit of pressure to keep her facing forward and ran his thumb over the slight moisture at the corner of her lip. “Did you have something you wanted to say?”