It pissed me off that he thought I would disappoint him so easily.
I licked my lips, swallowed and braced myself for the storm about to break. “Will you count to three next? Or send me to bed with no dinner?”
The pain.
The intensity I expected was nothing compared to the fire that flashed across my thigh when Chris sent the whip lashing down.
I cried out then sucked it in again. The next blow cracked against my left buttock. Then my right in quick succession.
Each blow electrified my clit, sending a gush of wetness out past the thick dildo still fucking my wet core.
The buzzing in my passages grew louder, along with my shrieks of pleasure. By letting go, disciplining me, he gave me my life back. It wasn’t about the past any longer. It was about us and it was beautiful.
The piercing ache inside my chest blew apart. My mind hovered inside the eye of a hurricane. Chaos reigned all around me but somehow…I was safe from it all.
The final blow landed, filling me with love. Jared removed my blindfold but I didn’t immediately lift my lashes. The lowering of the dais registered in my muddy brain. I moaned as the toys, still within me, wriggled.
The sluggish speed of the fucking machine kept a steady hum of arousal churning through my blood. The long part of the hook still lodged in my ass gently fell forward along my backbone, as if someone had guided it.
Jared’s warm hand registered on the side of my throat. He unclipped the catch holding the front of my collar, relieving pressure on the back of my neck. He cupped my cheeks and the scent of his cock reached me before the crown pushed past my lips.
“Suck it, baby. Let me in. Fuck, I need your mouth on me.”
With Jared’s quiet declaration, strength flooded me. Slurping noises and wet sucking sounds heightened my pleasure. I sucked his dick as if it were the last time. I needed to pleasure him. To show him he was one of the two most important people in existence.
The fly from Jared’s jeans scratched my chin. He fucked my mouth, guiding my movements, thrusting in shallow and then deep. Catching him at the back of my throat proved difficult since his thrusts were rough and clumsy.
“Got to…have you.” The words came from Chris as he crowded in behind me. “My marks. Our Cyn.” He stroked the lines crisscrossing my ass and upper legs.
I almost came from that simple touch alone. Those stripes would bind us together for the rest of our lives and I would wear them proudly.
His possessive rumble made emotion clog my throat.
Chris lubed his cock and placed it beside the metal filling my ass. I struggled against my bindings with the last of my strength.
“Take it. Take me. All of me.”
That’s when I understood what it was to be a submissive. It was that easy.
Even if I was scared, or feared any pain that would arise, I was the strong one. I trusted them with the fragile core of myself. I gave it willingly and without reservation because they would cherish it. They completed every part of me with the only love I needed.
Theirs. I’d rather break than disappoint them.
I hummed in pleasure, relaxing my muscles, allowing Chris to push deeper inside. My muffled words of acceptance whispered past Jared’s cock and he soothed my cheek.
The vibration and speed of the dildo in my pussy ramped up, along with Chris’ thrusts.
He grabbed the rope tying my waist, jerking me back to meet his thrusts.
“Swallow it, blondie. Every last goddamn drop. Fuck…” Jared’s grip on my jaw tightened. The first splash of cum hit my taste buds and I lapped it up. He shoved in deep, holding himself still, forcing me to swallow around the head of his cock to obey his order.
He withdrew with a groan, allowing me to consume his passion. He erupted into my mouth, coating my tongue with the taste of his wicked pleasure.
Chris bent over me, trapping the hook between us, plunging his thick member to the extreme limits of my body. He rubbed tight circles over my engorged clit. The high-pitched shriek he fucked from me bounced off the walls.
“Come,” Chris demanded. “Come now. With me.”
Short, jerky strokes filled my ass, manipulating the ball on the end of the hook against the nerve-rich bundle buried inside. Chris let out a roar of pure ecstasy. His entire body wrenched above me.
“Now,” he yelled, spanking my clit with astounding accuracy.
“Yes…” An orgasmic tidal wave washed over me, covering every inch of my flesh with pure bliss. White stars exploded behind my eyelids and my mind expanded to take in every sensation.
His firm hand strummed my clit. Jared kissed my ribs amid the ropes then latched onto one of my berry-ripe nipples. Pounding arousal sparkled along each cell inside me until death from pleasure became a real possibility.
A whisper of love tickled my ears as tension drained from every fiber of my being. A whimper skated along my vocal cords as Chris slid free and stood again. He kissed my waist, carefully removing the hook. He caressed the marks on my rear and then tongued my well-used ass. My gasps broke free on every swipe of his tongue.
“Mine.” Chris shut off the toys. Tiny tremors of delight detonated in my wonderfully abused core.
The rest of what they did to free me passed in a blur.
Chris and Jared massaged my skin and removed each strap, each piece of rope. Chris gently lifted me into strong arms and carried me out.
My lovers brought me up to our suite and laid me flat on my stomach in our bed. They lay next to me on either side and gradually full consciousness returned.
“We have a request,” Chris stated when I peered over at him. I expected nerves, maybe a little sheepishness. A grade-A satisfied male smirked back.
“You can have anything. Just give me fifteen minutes and a Gatorade.” I smiled and his laughter filled my soul to bursting.
Chris caressed my cheek. “First, thank you both,” his attention flicked to Jared, “for believing in me.” He rested his forehead against mine while Jared grasped his shoulder.
Neither Jared nor I said anything. What quietly passed between us said it all.
“Now, your diary,” Chris announced.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows. “But I gave it to you tonight.”
Jared opened the top drawer of the nightstand, withdrawing a beautiful brown-leather diary with wings tooled into the cover. He laid it on top of the pillow. “We bought you a new one because we want you to keep writing your fantasies. We want you to fill the pages—and every so often, when you least expect it, we’ll surprise you with one of them.”
“We’ll have a fresh start,” Chris added. “Together.”
His words flooded me with possibilities. Nothing could have prevented the smile spreading across my lips. Tenderly, I traced along the beautiful lines of the feathers.
“Deal, but on one condition,” I countered.
Jared kicked up an eyebrow. “This condition would be?”
“You each add your fantasies too. Especially after tonight. Maybe one of these days, I’ll surprise you.”
Jared took the journal, placed it on the stand then hauled me beside him. He drew one of my legs up over his, kissed me soundly on the mouth and said, “I’m in.”
Chris scooted closer until his cock nestled against my backside. “Me too.” He kissed me. Jared massaged my breasts. His fingers tormented my tight-tipped nipples, which desperately yearned for his mouth again.
“Thank you,” I purred when Chris finally released my lips. “For loving me. For waiting for me.” I glanced at the two halves of my heart and gathered them close.
Chris palmed downward past my stomach until he found me wet and swollen. The breath left me in a rush as desire took over.
“I’ll begin my entries with ‘Dear Sirs’ and you can start yours with…‘Dear Cyn’.”
About Jennifer Kacey
I’m going to just jump right in and get the easy stuff out of the way up-front. I’m a wife, mother and business
owner in Texas with a penchant for high heels and pretty outrageous toenail polish. I have a very supportive family that I love unconditionally and am fortunate enough to genuinely like and respect them as well.
I started reading romance back in college, liked it so-so, and then I found erotica. Stories a bit on the dark side, a lot on the naughty side, and at the risk of sounding cheesy, it felt like coming home. Finding a genre made just for minds like mine was an amazing revelation, and I swear the characters in my head haven’t stopped hounding me since!
I hope my writing speaks for itself, and I hope it speaks to you. The fact that I have the opportunity to share a little piece of myself with you absolutely floors me. On a daily basis I am overwhelmed by the good fortune that is my life, and I vowed years ago never to take it for granted.
Best advice I’ve ever been given—find the real you and never settle for anything less. Well guess what? I found her! Lord help the rest of you.
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