Done For (Their Sub Series Book 2)

by Linzi Basset

  Jason confirmed it by running his hands over her back and then squeezed her buttocks; gently at first, then harder. A squeak escaped her lips; the slightly painful pressure forced her to go on her toes. She was mortified to feel moistness gather in her pussy as a result.

  “Hm, there it is. That decadent scent of yours and we haven’t even started, my pet,” Jason growled in her ear. She couldn’t withhold the moan when he grinded his hardening cock against her soft behind.

  The way they’d manipulated her body last night, came to mind. She shouldn’t be surprised. They knew just how and where to touch her to get her libido going. And at this rate . . . she’d be combusting pretty quickly.

  Her pussy tingled and her clit began to pulse, with Sam’s fingers gently caressing the curve of her breasts and stomach.

  Oh! I want to feel those hard cocks inside me. Fuck! I haven’t had sex for so long.

  Being tied up, added to the excited flutter in her stomach. It felt wicked to be spread-eagled and naked in front of these three powerful men.

  A rustle of clothing drew her attention and she watched as they kicked off their shoes and removed their shirts. It was a testosterone overload, as broad chests, rippling muscles and chiseled abs were revealed. She found herself drooling. From both sets of lips! They looked good enough to eat, with their bare chests, manly feet and wearing low-riding jeans.

  Her palms tingled with the desire to touch and feel those strong, ropey muscles under her skin. All three of them had the toned look of bodybuilders, although Jason was the one with bulging muscles, bigger than the other two.

  “Start with her tits,” Mitch’s voice penetrated her mind. She stared at him. He returned her look, unyielding. He had taken a seat in a huge comfortable wingback chair to the side of the St. Andrew’s cross. He looked like a formidable king, sitting on his throne.

  Watching him, she didn’t notice the other two approaching her and hissed when their fingers began circling her nipples; teasing and tormenting her with feather-light touches until she moaned. They began to tug on then, pulling them away from her body. Squeezing and pinching gently. She bit her lip, wishing she could clamp her thighs together because she was sure they could smell her arousal.

  “One more thing, Shona. And this isn’t negotiable. You’re not allowed to come without my permission. If you do, you will be asking for punishment.”

  “What if—”

  The acerbic rise of his eyebrow silenced her and she tried again after clearing her throat, “Permission to speak, Sir.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “What if Sam or Jason gives me permission.”

  “They won’t.”

  “But—”

  “You forget so easily, my pet? My rule, my command. I am the Master. And yes, even when we’re somewhere else. You will never climax without my permission. So, keep that in mind, Shona, even if you seduce either of them into having sex with you when I’m not around. You will not climax.”

  “You’re saying that I won’t be allowed to climax without your permission, not that . . . oh, lord, that’s it. That’s the kind of submission you want from me.”

  “So, at long last you get it. Yes, Shona, that is it. Trust me. If you fully commit to me, that is exactly what will happen in the future. You would hate to disappoint me, won’t you? Even if either of them give you permission or urge you to come for them, unless I accede, your body will deny you.”

  Shona stared at him, flabbergasted. Is that even possible or is this man living in a bubble?

  “Oh, believe me, my pet, it’s not only possible, it’s a fact.”

  Her eyelids fluttered in shock at the fact he could read her mind so accurately.

  “But . . . oohhmmm,” she moaned as both men sucked her nipples deep into their mouths and drew on them like they were starved and she was their only sustenance. Her pussy clenched and released; her clitoris immediately began throbbing demandingly.

  “Enough talk. Harder. I want to hear you suck those nipples,” Mitch instructed. His eyes darkened as her moans became cries of pleasure as Sam and Jason sucked and nibbled on the taut nubs. The wet sucking noises, as they suckled, turned her ears red but at the same time had her arousal to peaking instantaneously. She used to hate other lovers doing this, but somehow, here under Mitch’s watchful eyes, it aroused her.

  It also brought her down to earth with a bang. The fact that he sat a short distance from them, commanding and watching, meant that once again he was going to deny her the pleasure of his touch. He was going to make her watch him like he was doing at that moment, with the sheer force of his will. He was letting her know that she would come to crave his touch above the others.

  “Jason, rub her clit. Start with slow circles, draw it out before you touch the tip.”

  Mitch’s voice droned in the silence surrounding them. His gaze sharpened when her head rolled back with the first touch of Jason’s fingers on her clitoris. She knew that it was already swollen and aroused—it was that sensitive to his touch. Her hips jerked when he finally ran the tip of his finger over the pearly nub.

  “Ohh . . . looord,” she moaned as her loins tightened in response. The combined sucking on her nipples and Jason’s gentle rubs on her clit frayed her mind. The deep tugs on her breasts shot heat to her loins and had a direct connection to her clit.

  “Keep those hips still, Shona. No. I said, don’t move.”

  Shona bit her bottom lip in rebellion to Mitch’s order, but she did strive to keep her hips from thrashing in desperate need against Jason’s hand.

  Harder! I need it harder!

  She silently screamed at him but they continued to pay attention to her nipples and Jason’s sensual rubs turned her into a boneless mass.

  “Slap her pussy, Jason. Twice. And do it hard.”

  The order had barely left Mitch’s mouth and was still registering in Shona’s mind when—crack! Crack!, Jason slapped her labia.

  “Ooow! Jesus! That hurt!” She wailed and looked at Mitch with wide eyes.

  “I warned you not to move. Every time she does, slap her twice and every time harder than the previous one,” he told Jason and then glanced back at her. “In here, you listen to me, my pet, or learn to face the consequences.”

  Shona’s breathing sounded harsh in the cavernous room and she desperately tried to find some focus, but was completely overwhelmed by the flash of pain that had quickly turned into passionate heat in her loins. She didn’t understand it, but somehow, the slaps aroused her even more.

  “Sam, get some nipple clamps. Let’s start with the ring ones. It’ll allow us to see her sensitivity level and you can pull on them at the same time. Jason, lick her clit, but continue to play with her nipples. Pinch and pull on them. If she moves, you know what to do.”

  Shona’s eyes lifted to his but fluttered closed when she felt the first touch of Jason’s hot tongue on her throbbing clit; back and forth; first with the tip of his tongue and then long lazy licks when he flattened it.

  Crack! Crack!

  “Oooww! Damnit!” Shona gasped. Jason obviously followed Mitch’s instructions to a T. Her pussy burned and stung from the hard slaps.

  “Noo, please, I won’t be able to . . . oohhmmm,” she moaned and tried to keep her hips still when Sam gently placed the prong-shaped clamps around her nipple and turned the screw. He watched her and continued to tighten it until she gasped. She shook her head as he moved to place the other one in place.

  “Suck her clit, Jason.”

  Jason began sucking just as Sam tightened the other screw. Her hips did a wild orbit against Jason’s face.

  Crack! Crack!

  “Again. Harder.” Mitch ordered.

  Crack! Crack!

  “Ooowww! Stop! Please, that hurts.” She cried, feeling hot tears scalding her eyelids.

  “Then do as you’re told, Shona.”

  Jason didn’t let up and continued to alternate between licking and sucking her clit. She could feel Sam’s hard body pre
ss against her back. His arms encircled her waist to caress the undersides of her breasts, squeezing gently. She moaned; the tight clamps increased the tautness of her nipples.

  “‘Pull on those rings, Sam.”

  Shona was beginning to hate that deep voice, dishing out orders. She cried out when Sam did as instructed. The effect was instant. Her clit swelled and throbbed harder under Jason’s manipulations while the tugging on her nipples, caused her pussy to flush with moisture.

  “Remember the rule, Shona. Don’t come,” Sam warned her. She leaned her head back against his shoulder to bury her face in his throat, moaning as he pulled harder on the nipple rings.

  “Turn the screws twice more, Sam. She can take it.”

  Shona whimpered as Sam turned both screws at the same time. The prongs tightened. “Oow!” She whimpered when he turned them again.

  “Play with those clamps, Sam. Jason, suck and nibble that nub until it’s swollen twice its size and then finger-fuck her. Two fingers. Start slow, I want to watch her reaction.”

  “God, please no,” she wailed against Sam’s throat, but they ignored her and continued strumming her body to their maestro’s commands. Recalling the last painful slap, Shona tried not to move her hips while the two men played with her body. She moaned, groaned, cried out and screamed as sensations overwhelmed her and her mind scrambled to compute what came from where.

  “Sam, fill her asshole. One finger, and then two. Fuck her to a slow death, you two.”

  “I . . . fuuuuucck!” Shona cried out as Sam pushed one lubricated finger and immediately a second one into her asshole. He began to pump them into her in tandem with Jason. Her eyes were feverish when they met Mitch’s. “I have to come. Oh, please, Sir! I need to come,” she begged, feeling like she was about to burst with the need to climax. The sensations from her clamped nipples and being fucked from both ends were too much to bear.

  “No.”

  Mitch watched her reactions as she thrashed and cried and then screamed at Jason when he slapped her clit for her trouble, but she didn’t climax. She cursed him over and over for the next ten minutes, that to her, felt like hours of pleasurable torture.

  “Sam, time to remove those clamps. Suck her nipples when they come off. We don’t want our little sub to suffer too much,” Mitch said drily.

  Shona’s look could have melted iron but it had no effect on him.

  Her scream echoed through the room when Sam carefully removed the first clamp. Blood surged into the abused nerves when he sucked on the nipple gently, slowly easing the heat back into the tips. He repeated the same with the other one and both the men soothed her with gentle caresses and kisses.

  She was relieved that Jason hadn’t continued sucking and finger-fucking her. There was no way in hell she would’ve been able to keep from climaxing. Her relief was short lived when Mitch’s curt voice interrupted them.

  “It’s time, mates. Sam, you take her pussy. Jason, her ass is yours.”

  Shona began to hyperventilate at the thought of what was in store for her. Not when she heard the sound of the zippers of their jeans being undone and watched them step out of it, taking off their underpants at the same time. Her mouth went dry as she stared at their aroused bodies.

  Jesus! Chloe would go into a cataclysmic fit if she could see their size.

  She would’ve herself, had they given her the time to process, but she’d barely registered the logistics of being stuffed with both these monsters when Sam stepped between her legs. He rubbed the tip of his cock over her clit, dipped it teasingly just inside her slit and smoothed her wetness over her swollen labia.

  “Fuck, Mitch. This little pussy is as hot as lava.”

  “Shona, look at me.”

  Her eyes drifted unwillingly away from the hard cock teasing her naughty bits, to find Mitch’s eyes now smoldering like liquid silver.

  “Shona, we know you haven’t had sex in over a year, so you’re clean.” Mitch smiled at her surprised look.

  “How do you know that?” She snapped irritably, annoyed that he knew so much about her private life. Something she’d always kept low key and private.

  “We did a detailed investigation into your life, Shona. I told you, we had to be sure.” He gave her a moment to get over her irritation before he continued. “We’ve never had unprotected sex, but with you . . . do you want them bareback inside you, my pet, or covered in rubber?”

  Shona licked her lips, looking down at the satin steel of Sam’s cock still rubbing back and forth over her clit; slipping just inside her pussy again; causing a delightful shiver to trail down her spine.

  Fuck, he feels so hot, so hard.

  “Oohmmm,” she moaned when Jason joined in the play and rubbed his hardness up and down between her ass cheeks, then pushed the spongy tip of his cock against her rosette.

  Heat. Both were burning hot.

  Mitch watched her carefully, but didn’t push her for a decision.

  “Just like this. I want to feel their heat, their skin. Please, Sir. Now. I need to . . . aaahhhh!” Her scream nearly lifted the roof as Sam reacted to Mitch’s curt nod and slammed into her—to the hilt.

  Sam didn’t move, just watched her; felt her pussy clench and stretch to accommodate his size.

  “Breathe, my pet,” Mitch ordered. She gulped in a breath. Jason breached her ass in a quick move, but didn’t go too deep, yet. Her eyes searched Mitch’s and her chest swelled at the approval she saw in his. “Jason . . . slowly. Give her time to adjust. I don’t believe she’s used to anal sex. Double penetration—not at all.”

  Hell no, I’m not, but oh boy, I can’t wait for them stuff me. Gawd! I’m on the edge. Now, he’ll let me come. Fuck, I can’t wait!

  But, as Shona was soon to find out, Mitch did things his own way.

  Controlling her in every aspect was only the beginning.

  Chapter Nine

  They began to slowly submerge their thick erections deep into her with steady, rhythmic penetrations that rendered her speechless. One would thrust while the other pulled back, rubbing against each other through the thin membrane between her pussy and ass with every plunge.

  Shona shook and cried out. She was overwhelmed—lost; swirling in a cloud of euphoria so profound that all she could do was try and breathe as she struggled to understand the depth of her feelings.

  She listened to their choppy breaths and realized that they were consumed by the same passion as she. Their hunger coerced a desperate moan from her lips as they begin to power into her. Sam thrust harder, pillaging her wet pelvis, pulverizing the old beliefs that tormented her and cleansed the remnants of insecurities that usually littered her thoughts.

  “Oh my god! I never believed . . . ooohhh, that it would feel this . . . aaah! Fuck, please, Sir! I need to come,” she begged Mitch, her eyes pleaded as both the men continued to run her ragged with the sensations.

  “No, Shona. You will not come.” His reply was so soft; she had to strain to hear him. She watched as he unzipped his pants and took his swollen member out. Her eyes widened.

  Holy moly! He was even bigger than Sam and Jason.

  She watched as his hand folded around his meaty shaft and begin pumping it in slow, easy movements that caused her pussy to clench involuntarily.

  Him! He’s the one I need inside me.

  “Fuck! Easy there, my pet. Breathe,” Sam said through clenched teeth as her snugness threatened to push him over the edge. “It’s too soon . . . shit! I’m gonna . . . aarrrghh!”

  Shona twisted and thrashed when she felt the hot surge of cum deep inside her pussy. She was on the edge and with Jason’s continued pounding into her ass; she could feel her climax rising with a vicious intent.

  “Please, please! I beg you,” she cried. Her hands were fisted but she didn’t feel the pain of her long nails cutting into her palms. Her pussy clenched, her anus responded and both men groaned in response.

  She watched Mitch, who simply shook his head, his face drawn due t
o the orgasm he was barreling toward. Then Jason exploded inside her with a growl but she barely felt the heat of his cum spraying inside her bowels, when Mitch too, climaxed. His eyes bored into hers as a stream of ropey cum splashed on his naked chest.

  Shona whimpered, her soft pleas echoing amidst the men’s ragged breathing.

  “No. You don’t come.”

  “Ohhh,” she cried as she felt the loss of Sam and Jason’s hardness when they slowly withdrew from her.

  Sam kissed her lips tenderly and smiled into her eyes. “Beautiful. You are such a hot little sub,” he said in a hoarse whisper.

  Jason’s lips pressed against her throat. “Yeah and you floored me, my pet.”

  Their tenderness enclosed her into a cocoon of warmth. She watched Mitch as he lazily cleaned his cum off his chest and cock before he zipped himself up. He rose and stalked closer, like a Bengal tiger slowly approaching his prey.

  “I’m proud of you, love. You did very well and you gave us more than we expected.” He looked down and she moaned in mortification. There were streaks of semen running down her legs, which she could still feel slipping out of her pussy and anus.

  Jesus! They really filled me with a gallon of cum.

  Mitch brushed his fingers over her smooth cheeks and stroked her hair, leaning in to tenderly place a soothing kiss upon her face, throat and chest, ending with a gentle, languid brush of his lips across her nipples.

  “Please, Sir,” she begged against his throat as he ran soft kisses over her cheek once more. “I need to come. Please let me come.”

  Shona was desperate to find release from the throbbing pressure in her loins.

  “Sam, Jason, come and clean her up, please, and no, not yet, my pet.”

  He stepped back and watched expressionlessly as the two men gently washed and dried her. They hugged her when they were done. Jason whispered in her ear, “Be strong, baby. You’re doing beautifully.”

  “Enough.” The sharp order made the two men step back to allow Mitch access to her again. He wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezed gently to tilt her head back. He watched her expression as he brushed his fingers over nipples. He toyed with them, tormenting her with his touch.