Punishing Petra [Locks and Chains 3]

by Sara Kingston

  Her mind was lost in a realm of pleasure, and her body keened for release. She knew she was making animal noises, and she didn’t care. She felt Kyle’s hands wrap through her hair, pulling her farther down onto his shaft. He was thrusting deep into her mouth, and they were all lost to the pleasure of the moment and all striving for the same goal. Her body tensed, and she felt every muscle lock, and like a match to a flame, she ignited. It swept through her body, tingling every nerve ending. She felt her pussy clench again and again, squeezing Caleb’s shaft, and she moaned and groaned around Kyle’s cock in her mouth. In the background she heard two male shouts of victory at the attainment of their goal, and she was unprepared as Kyle erupted in her mouth, which made her nearly choke. She swallowed again and again, but not quickly enough as she coughed and spluttered. The sound of panting was all that could be heard in the suddenly silent limousine.

  “Now that’s the way to start our marriage,” Caleb said.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Kyle agreed, and they both chuckled. Petra moved so she could kneel on the seat and push her skirt back down. As she did she looked out the window and realized that the limousine was stopped. “I think we’ve arrived.”

  “Darling, we arrived quite a few minutes ago. The chauffeur was just giving us some time.”

  “Oh my God.” Her face flamed, much to the amusement of both the men. They all adjusted their clothing, with Kyle and Caleb putting themselves back in their pants and zipping up. Petra felt her and Caleb’s combined fluids dripping down her legs and wondered how many brides had cum dribbling on their wedding day. She’d bet a hell of a lot more than people thought. Caleb turned her to face him before she could leave the limousine and said, “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  “I love you all,” Kyle chimed in from the other side of her with a wicked grin.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Petra gazed out the window, looking at the deep blue ocean in the distance. Her eyes then roamed closer to the glimmering white sand where it met the turquoise water of the lagoon. It was a tropical paradise, so quiet and private that you felt all alone, and yet in the distance the shoreline was dotted with houses. She smiled when she thought back to when they’d first arrived at the airport four days ago. Her husbands had arranged their honeymoon, but they hadn’t told her where they were going. They’d said it was a surprise, and she hadn’t known what to expect. Because they were both doctors, getting time off work together would be difficult, and so she was shocked when they’d boarded a plane for Bermuda. Her fantasy was that they’d rent a private island to play on, and she was nearly bursting out of her skin by the time they arrived. When she realized they’d rented a private house, she’d jumped with excitement. The house had an open floor plan, light colored parquetry floors, and crisp white walls decorated with colorful shell paintings, which gave it a relaxed and comfortable seaside feel.

  An escape, she thought, and she’d let go of her honeymoon dream of the private island and focused on making the best out of their vanilla time together. Right up until the moment she’d turned away from the view out the windows and actually looked at some of the furniture in the room, which wasn’t what you’d call ordinary in any way at all. To the vanilla world, it may have seemed like interesting pieces of furniture or even art. But those in the lifestyle would understand the true purpose of the furniture. The pieces had been converted to look arty but were actually very useful. A bench seat with an anchor design that camouflaged the built in rings and attachments, which made it a terrific spanking bench. An artistic-looking sculpture built from stressed timber that looked like part of a shipwreck, but in reality was a Saint Andrew’s cross. Joy and desire had rushed through her when she realized that, like the good Masters they were, they had planned a sadist’s honeymoon just for them.

  Shifting her weight from one leg to the other by moving her hips slightly, she glanced sideways and admired the design of the Saint Andrew’s cross she was currently strapped to and wondered if maybe they could add something like it to their bedroom. When they got home, she’d see the club’s custom furniture designer and see what he could do. Maybe it could be an interesting hat rack or something.

  Her attention was brought back to the present when the crop fell heavily against her back, and a flash of pain vibrated through her body. God, she loved it. Her mind began to relax and let go of all her thoughts and slip into the abyss of peace that subspace offered.

  Caleb maneuvered around Kyle as they worked in tandem on their wife’s back and ass, and the rosy glow of her skin made his inner beast chuckle with happiness. He damn near purred when he watched her slip into subspace. Pulling back into himself, he felt his muscles shimmer and flow with each strike of the crop. He felt freedom and serenity as his body slipped into autopilot, and he found his own Dom space. No longer did he have worries or doubt, he just let the power flow. He needed to feel the heat of his marks. He needed to feel the swell of her flesh from his crop. He wanted to claw at her body with his hands, and so dropping the crop, he moved toward her, and in his peripheral vision he saw Kyle do the same. He grabbed her flesh, her body in his hands, and rubbed her, held her. He couldn’t get enough of her. He squeezed her ass cheeks and felt them burning under his palms. He rubbed his hardened cock against her side and tore at his shorts, needing flesh against flesh. His cock flexed as it finally touched her glistening skin, and he thrust against her, needing her to know how hard his cock was. He took hold of her tightly budded nipples and pinched hard as he bit at her neck while all the time thrusting against her side, letting her know he was ready but not willing to take her yet. Each moan that left her lips drove his need higher, and he slapped her ass with his cock while crushing a nipple between his fingers. “Beg, sub,” he demanded.

  “Please, oh God, please, Master, please, please, please.”

  “Please what?”

  “Please let me come. Umm…please fuck me, please anything, Master, anything.”

  “No. I want to torture you some more. I want you so desperate you’ll give me your very soul,” he replied as his hand snaked down around her front and slapped her clit as hard as the limited space allowed and grinned with pleasure when she squirmed and moaned. “Master Kyle, I think we can torture our little sub a lot better if she was off the cross, don’t you think?”

  “Agreed, Master Caleb.”

  “You will not touch either of us, little sub. You will position yourself in the greet position like a good little slave.” He watched as Kyle moved in front of her and could tell he was on fire. He loved it when his friend, and now his fellow husband, got like this. A few minutes later they had Petra unstrapped and kneeling on the floor in the greet position. Her eyes were level with their naked cocks, and he could see her lick her lips and clench her fists, trying to stop herself from moving toward them.

  “Fuck it. Punish me,” she called in her deep, lust-ravaged voice just before falling on his cock like a ravenous dog to a juicy bone. In an instant her hot wet mouth had swallowed his cock, and he groaned at the feeling. He closed his eyes and allowed his head to fall back, letting himself enjoy knowing that he would punish her later for her misbehavior. But his cock felt so good right now, why interrupt her? Suddenly cold air touched his wet cock, and he looked down to see she’d pulled Kyle next to him and had engulfed his rigid pole in her mouth. Her hand then snaked out and began pumping his flesh, pleasuring them both at the same time. As he watched, she released Kyle’s cock and came back to his lapping at his pre-cum and bathing his cock with her tongue. He loved the sight of his cock slowly sinking into her mouth, and he closed his eyes again trying to delay his orgasm.

  He felt something else touch his cock, something hard, as Petra sucked his cock back into her mouth, and he opened his eyes and looked down to see what the hell he was feeling and saw it was Kyle’s cock. Shock registered, and he quickly looked at Kyle’s face and saw he was looking at the same thing. Petra had pulled both their cocks together and was
tongue-bathing them as one. She was trying to put both their cocks into her mouth at the same time, and he didn’t know what to feel. He wasn’t homophobic, and he was no fool, knowing occasional touches happened, especially during double penetration, and on those occasions in the past he had just ignored it, but this, this was a whole new level.

  “Fuck it. We were always going to cross swords now and then anyway, I guess,” Kyle said over the wet slurping sounds coming from Petra.

  “Yeah, suppose so.” Which was the smartest and only thing he could think of to say right at that moment. Although, if he and Kyle had no issues with this new dimension, then a whole new world of fun could open up to them all.

  “Fuck, man, that face is scary. Just tell me the evil plans running through your head right now. Don’t include anything but Petra going into my body,” Kyle said with a grimace.

  “Fuck! You thought I was smiling about fucking you. Sorry, man, you just don’t do it for me. But!” He chuckled. “If we can handle this kind of sword touching, then there’s lots of other things we could do to Petra.” He watched relief and then a wicked grin wash over Kyle’s face as he relaxed and imagined just what they could do.

  “Fuck, I never thought of that. Well, same here, bud, you just don’t turn me on either. But, bro, I’d never allow anyone else but you this close to me.”

  They both looked back down at their wife kneeling on the floor, smiling up at them with only the tips of their cocks in her mouth. She was also pleased and turned on by thoughts of the new dimension to their relationship.

  “Little sub, you think you’re so smart, don’t you? Well, guess what? Your pussy is about to get double stuffed,” he drawled. Petra froze, pulling her mouth from both their cocks and looking from one to the other as it dawned on her what he meant, her eyes so wide she resembled a deer in the headlights of a fast-moving truck. As the sadists they were, both he and Kyle laughed at her expression. Yes, he was thankful that she’d forced them to overcome the swords issue because now they were going to have so much more fun.

  “What? Cat got your tongue, little sub? Get your ass on the bed. Your Masters are going to punish your pussy for your little act of defiance,” Kyle said, watching her scramble toward the large bed.

  “So how do we do this?” Kyle asked.

  “Fuck if I know. I’ve never done this before either.”

  “I’m guessing one on bottom, one on top, just like when we’ve doubled up before,” Kyle said as he moved to the bed and lay down, pulling Petra on top of him, taking one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking, biting, and chewing at it.

  Caleb looked at the scene in front of him and couldn’t stop from spanking her. He wanted to heat up her ass before they fucked her. After ten swats he knelt behind her with his legs straddling theirs and looked at Kyle over her shoulder. He nodded, and they both took hold of their cocks and pushed them toward her dripping pussy. They slid in together, slowly pushing into the tight confines of her silken tunnel. They knew how easily a woman’s body expanded. They also knew to watch for signs of her skin becoming taught enough to tear. Petra moaned and groaned, from pain or pleasure he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t concentrate enough to try to decipher the sounds. The crushing tightness was overwhelming him, and the sight of her pussy stretched so wide, stuffed with two cocks, nearly undid him.

  “Oh, fuck!” She screamed. The pain and pleasure so tightly woven together that she didn’t know which one ruled. If she wasn’t such a masochist, she’d be screaming for them to stop. But for her the pain just added to the experience. She was stretched to the point where she thought she might tear apart, and she didn’t care. The thought of having them both inside her at once with their cocks rubbing against each other made her so horny, so needy, she would do anything as long as it was with them. Finally after much pushing they were seated as far as they could go inside of her given their body positions. She was actually relieved they could only get their cocks three-quarters of the way in right up until they started to move. Thank God she’d been dripping before they tried this, she thought.

  “Do you think you’re such a clever little sub now you’re stuffed with your husbands’ cocks?” Kyle asked from below her.

  “Fuck yes,” she replied as she felt her channel more full than it had ever been. She was so full but yet so empty. She was so used to feeling both her pussy and anus full when she was sandwiched between them that she missed it. But she didn’t want to say anything to them. Besides, there was no room left in her body anyway. Their awkward thrusts began to even out as they got into a rhythm together. It seemed they too needed to adjust to the new sensations they were feeling. In and out, over and over she felt her body tingle with need as she was filled with both of them. Kyle took hold of her nipples and pinched and pulled at them as if he were a puppy with a chew toy. Caleb pulled himself out of her, and she made a sound of denial, thinking he was going to stop.

  “No, little sub, just feel,” he replied.

  She could hardly feel anything other than his cock as it joined Kyle’s once again inside her until she felt something prodding at her anus. Caleb inserted his thumb or finger, she wasn’t sure which, inside her, and it was the last thing her body needed. Her mind was swamped with the thought of having them both inside her pussy, which was punished and stretched from their cocks, and now having her anal nerves simulated by Caleb’s finger set her off like a firecracker. She became a wild bucking bronco, thrashing up and down between them. Then as her muscles clamped down on their joined cocks, she dragged them with her into release. Male voices roared and then a female voice keening joined them. The sounds echoed through the house in a chorus as old as time, a sound of complete and utter release from this universe. As her body fell from the peak of her orgasmic high, she felt like warm jelly molding against Kyle.

  “Fuck, man, that was interesting,” Kyle said in a tone of complete amazement.

  “Yeah, bro, we have to do that one again,” Caleb replied as they pulled their softening cocks from her. Her body shivered at the sensation, her clit hypersensitive. Caleb immediately took hold of her shoulders and rolled her over onto her back on the bed.

  “Now the punishment for not obeying our commands, little sub.”

  She didn’t understand what was going on, but as she felt the buzz of a vibrator on her hypersensitive clit, she jumped and tried to move away. Her eyes flew open to see Kyle holding her down as Caleb held the vibrator against her tortured nub. “Please, Masters, please. I’m so sorry I disobeyed you before. Please stop, I’m way too sensitive,” she pleaded, begging them to stop while at the same time her whole body began to tense.

  “No, little sub, you will be punished. A few orgasms will be a fitting punishment for you, don’t you think? Let’s try it and see!”

  She pleaded for them to stop again as her body quickly rushed into another orgasm. Caleb didn’t remove the vibrator and still another orgasm crashed over her. Her clit was so sensitive by now that every movement was a painful pleasure. She felt herself floating with the pain and then crashing back to reality again and again. She was so mindless that she had no idea what she was rambling. She was totally absorbed in the pleasure as her body shook and then exploded, and she panted on the brink of passing out, the sensations overwhelming her. Her vision went black, and she lost all feeling in her body.

  When she came back to reality, she looked up at her two smiling husbands leaning over her. The bastards were so pleased with themselves. But they were her bastards. “I love you, my husbands,” she said before the black and blank darkness of sleep claimed her.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  “You know, I can honestly say I don’t have any issues with what we just did,” Caleb said to him as they moved Petra into the center of the bed and covered her with a sheet.

  She was a mess of sweat and cum, just the way he liked her. “You know, neither do I.” And they looked at each other with such serious expressions that they then burst into laughter as they slumped back on the
bed on either side of her. Kyle pulled her on her side facing Caleb, half spooning her. “You know, I think Petra’s going to open our eyes to new adventures as much as we’ll open hers.” He watched Caleb look down at her and touch her face lovingly, and he could see how much he loved her as he stroked her. It warmed his heart to see they both loved her so much, and now that they were so open with each other it cemented their trio relationship.

  “I think she’ll be opening ours more,” Caleb said, smiling as he gently rubbed her hip.

  “Yeah.” Neither of them would ever have considered cock touching before, but their Petra had dragged them together. She had opened them to the possibility. He took a moment to consider sexual contact with Caleb and shuddered. Hell, he just couldn’t stomach the idea of sucking his cock or taking him up the ass, let alone giving it to Caleb. Could he accept Caleb sucking him off? He looked at his friend again and the image of his cock between Caleb’s lips just didn’t do it for him. Maybe if he closed his eyes, he didn’t know? But why bother when they had Petra to do it. Yeah, his cock between her luscious lips, he could definitely do that as his cock flexed in agreement. Down boy, it’s sleep time.

  “Part of me wants to stay here forever in our little honeymoon bubble,” he said, trying to focus on anything but his cock’s rejection of the sleep idea. It wanted to play again with the soft body in his arms.

  “Yeah, do you think Joel’s going to be okay with me?”