Sander turned on the vibrator and the massive ball on the end powerfully vibrated and could be heard around the room. Trish had no doubt that she’d come within seconds if they put that thing on her clit. Her ass pulsated around Lashe’s cock, creating another round of stinging sensations.
“Please drape your legs over mine, exposing your pussy to Sander.” Lashe assisted, giving her nipples a respite. A little clarity returned to Trish and she welcomed the break. However, it was short lived when she lifted her legs. All of her weight was now suspended on his invading member. “Sander is going to place the vibrator on your clit. For how tight your ass is, the convulsions of your muscles through your orgasms will be enough to make me come. It shouldn’t take long, but for every time you move your hands from my neck is how many orgasms you shall receive.”
Trish would have snorted if she could have. She’d have her orgasm and give Lashe his within seconds. Did he really think that she’d even have time to move her hands before having her release? She sought Sander’s gaze and saw humor dancing in his green eyes. A sliver of doubt ran through her, but when she looked back down at the vibrator and the enormous ball, it went away. She would come in seconds.
“Now, let’s see how much control you have to follow our instructions. And there’s only one. Keep your hands in place.”
Sander leaned down with the vibrator in his hand. She watched as he brought it toward her pussy and felt her ass spasm on Lashe’s cock. Seconds, she thought, closing her eyes and waiting for the release she knew was coming. The intense pleasure that shot through her body upon the vibrator connecting with her clit had her hands breaking apart. Lashe caught them halfway down.
“Since you were already going to have one orgasm, we’ll count that as two.” Sander hadn’t removed the evil device from her clit, which was now receiving an onslaught of pleasure that was too intense. How was that possible? She groaned, the long guttural sound coming from her chest. “Place your hands back behind Lashe’s head.”
Trish struggled to keep her eyes open, yet didn’t miss Sander’s green eyes deepen in arousal. He liked watching her take and struggle with what they gave her. The thought of having to endure two such intense orgasms almost made her hold up a finger using her safe word—almost. There was another part of her that wanted to show them she could do as they asked.
“That’s our little minx,” Sander murmured.
Her body tightened, taking in the blitz of vibrations. Trish’s ass was milking Lashe’s cock, and she could hear his labored breathing in her ear. She finally got her hands back up behind his neck when Sander pressed the vibrator harder on her clit. She exploded, not even experiencing the nerves that ran up her leg, giving her warning of her impending release. She cried, moaned, and tried to scream behind the gag, but her tongue was so flat that it was hard to make the sounds she normally would have.
Sander didn’t remove the vibrator. Trish wasn’t sure what she was expecting—maybe a break in between the two orgasms—but the continuing assault of the intense pulsations was too much. She tried to bring her legs together, but Lashe’s knees kept them apart. Her hands slipped again, desperately needing Sander to remove the device from her overly sensitive clit. Again, Lashe’s fingers closed around her wrists before she could reach it. A whimper escaped her chest, but it came out sounding like another moan.
“Three,” Lashe murmured against her ear. His breath was hot and sent shivers down her neck. “You realize that you’re making this rather hard for me. Your ass is like a vise and squeezing my cock so violently, all I want to do is spill my seed inside of you. One day, there won’t be a condom in the way.”
Trish didn’t know if she could take any more stimulation. Hearing that he wanted to take her bareback and knowing how hot his cock would feel inside of her ass made her want to ride him. Knowing they wouldn’t allow that and that she was expected to replace her hands behind Lashe’s neck, Trish could feel the sobs rising in her chest. Sander hadn’t removed the vibrator and her clit felt just as searing as her ass did.
“Two more, little minx,” Sander said, his warm voice washing over her. His encouraging tone gave her the strength to put her hands back behind Lashe’s neck. “That’s right. Show us that this is our body and that it can willingly take what we deign to give it.”
The second Sander shifted the ball on her clit, Trish hurtled into another orgasm. She gripped her fingers tightly and rode the waves of hedonism. Not knowing how else she was going to take the continuing onslaught, Trish took a long, deep inhalation through her nose and forced herself to relax into the swells rolling through her body. She could do this for them. She felt lightheaded and almost wept when Lashe closed his fingers back around her nipples.
“That’s right, Trish,” Lashe’s murmured, “relax into the pleasure. Let us guide you.”
Sander did something again, whether pressing harder on the vibrator or shifting it about, but there was no warning when her body broke. Convulsions seemed to take over, and where Lashe was seated securely inside of her ass, she couldn’t miss the swell of his shaft as he found his release as well. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Trish knew that she’d received three.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Lashe said through gritted teeth.
The pressure on her nipples became tighter and then immediately released. She tried to squeal when she was pulled off of Lashe’s cock and the vibrator was instantly removed. Trish could tell her body didn’t know how to react. Sander must have swiped off the magazines and vase that had been on the coffee table, for she now was lying on the hard surface. Peering through her lashes, Trish saw that Sander had removed his belt and lowered his pants to where his cock hung out. He was rolling a condom down his thick member.
Trish hoped like hell he didn’t expect her to come again, because there was no way in hell she had anything left inside of her. She reached up for him but he shook his head.
“Grab on to the other end of the coffee table,” Sander murmured, grabbing a hold of her hips. He slammed her against him, sinking his cock deep into her pussy. Trish felt her eyes roll at the tight pleasure that rolled through her lower half. Her cunt still seemed to be experiencing spasms, so when his cock broke through her pussy, it felt as tight as when she used to be a virgin. “You’ll come again—for me.”
Trish made the mistake of shaking her head. Sander wasn’t one to be told no, and she couldn’t prevent the sob that rose in her chest when he reached for the vibrator. Wasting no time, he held it against her abused clit while he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy.
“You do not deny me, little minx,” Sander said in a gruff voice. “You’ll have two more before I find my release.”
Trish felt a tear escape and roll down the side of her cheek. Her body wasn’t meant for this, but that didn’t stop the impending orgasm from exploding. Her fingers dug into the wood, and she had to force herself not to shake her head. Sander’s forceful driving of his cock, with the help of that sinister device that she would forever be wary of, catapulted her into another orgasm. Sander threw the vibrator on the ground and dug his fingers into her hips as he found his release.
Once they were both spent, her more than him, Sander rested his head on her chest. Trish wasn’t sure if she was allowed to move now, but she couldn’t prevent herself from bringing her hands down and running her fingers through his hair. A part of her waited for him to reach for the vibrator and when he turned his cheek into her stomach, she loosened her muscles and closed her eyes.
“You okay, little minx?” Sander mumbled into her flesh. She couldn’t prevent a muffled giggle from where his whiskers brushed her skin. “I think Lashe went to go get you a cloth.”
“Right here,” Lashe said. Trish opened her eyes and found Lashe looking down at her as he proceeded to remove her gag. She quietly flexed her jaw a few times to relieve the stiffness. She frowned, noticing that Lashe wasn’t as relaxed as she and Sander were. Where was the good-humored man who always had a tendency to ma
ke her laugh? “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Sander was slow to move, and when he did, he placed kisses over her belly button. She let his hair slip from her fingers as he leaned up. His hair was ruffled and she got a glimpse of what he must have been like as a boy.
“You didn’t answer my question,” Sander asked, reaching up for the washcloth that Lashe offered to him. “Are you okay? Being forced to orgasm can take a lot out of a person.”
“I feel like jelly,” Trish answered, feeling comfortable enough to drop their titles. She knew they were finished with the scene, especially when Lashe went over to collect his clothes. “Lashe, are you okay?”
“How did your meeting go?” Lashe didn’t turn around but also didn’t bother to get dressed. He just picked up his clothes and held on to them. It was hard for her to switch gears. Trish thought maybe she’d heard him wrong, but one look at Sander and she knew she hadn’t. “Is there anything we should know about?”
“No,” Trish said, hoping like hell she was telling the truth. Starting tomorrow morning, she’d start investigating Ben’s theory on voter rigging in the governor’s election. If Trish thought for one instant that Senator Shelton was involved, she would tell them then. She wasn’t so sure they would believe her that her investigation had nothing to do with the Senator punishing his submissive. Right now, she felt that their trust within her was still unsettled and didn’t want to lose them over a rumor. “Nothing of importance.”
Chapter Twelve
Sander heard Trish come in and decided to give her time to settle in. Weeks had passed by since her late-night meeting with the informant. Lashe seemed to have come to terms with whatever he was battling. Sander had a pretty damn good idea of what it was, considering he felt the same thing. Lashe was just a little too impulsive at times, and it took him longer to control such emotions.
Each day seemed to pass with excessive speed and there was no way to slow things down. He and Lashe wanted to broaden Trish’s training, but she was hampered by her past deeds. He also wondered what piece she was working on, but Trish said that it was still in the investigation stage. Lashe questioned her more, but Trish held steadfast in saying it had nothing to do with the Lifestyle. Sander threw down his pen and leaned back in his chair. Were they asking the wrong questions? And if they did find the right one, would she even answer it?
“Hi.”
Sander looked up and saw his little minx standing inside the doorway to his office. He couldn’t prevent the smile that crossed his face when she blew her bangs out of her eyes. Trish had recently had her hair trimmed, but it was such an embedded habit, she couldn’t seem to stop.
“Hi yourself,” Sander replied. He removed his cufflinks and started to roll up his sleeves. “How was your day?”
“Interesting,” Trish replied, moving farther into his office. When she reached the two guest chairs in front of his desk, she stopped and placed her hands on the back of one. “If I ask you for a favor, would you do it without having all of the facts?”
Sander made sure his surprise didn’t show. This was the first time that she’d come to either him or Lashe in regards to work. At least, he assumed it had to do with her work. He didn’t answer right away and instead, used the time to study her body language.
Trish was tense, yet not in an apprehensive way. It was more of a defeated way, like she thought he would say no. Sander and Lashe had continued her training every night, exploring the depths of her desires. As a matter of fact, he spoke to Kennedy just this afternoon in regards to their contract and the stipulation concerning the club restriction. Their trust in her was growing. What was the harm in letting her know that?
“What kind of favor?”
“Do you know of anyone in the courthouse that you trust? Someone with a high position that I could speak to regarding…a possible rumor about illegal doings?”
Sander always prided himself on being smart. He finished rolling up his sleeve and balled his fingers into a fist, placing it against his lips. Trish was investigating something that was likely going to get her into trouble. Lashe wasn’t going to be happy, although at least it had nothing to do with Shelton.
“May I ask what illegal actions you’re speaking of?”
“I’d rather not say at the moment,” Trish replied. He noticed that her fingers tightened on the chair in front of her. “Look, if you don’t trust me to—”
“I didn’t say that, did I?” Sander asked, lowering his hand. He stood up and slowly walked around to the front of his desk. Positioning himself between the two chairs, he leaned back against the desk. “I ask for your safety, Trish. We might only scene in the bedroom, but understand it is quite difficult for us to totally let go of the reins with everything beyond that.”
“I–is that something that’s going to become a problem?” Trish was not a poker player, he thought. Sander could see her obvious distress over such an issue, and that wasn’t what he’d intended. “I’d like to go on the record and say I thought things were going just fine. If—”
“Things are going fine,” Sander replied, slipping his hands in his pockets. “That isn’t why I brought it up. We’re dominant men, Trish. That doesn’t go away just because we walk out of the bedroom. If I wanted you to kneel and give me a blow job, I would indicate such and we would immediately be in a scene. But your work is the one place where you need control. Lashe and I understand that. It doesn’t mean we don’t have those normal everyday concerns for your safety.”
Trish slowly nodded, and Sander wondered if she really understood what he was saying. He thought back to her question and racked his brain for people that Lashe and he trusted enough to give the correct information to Trish. There were two possible people in higher up positions. One was a judge and the other was the second state senator—both of whom were members of the Order.
“Can you give me two days?” It wasn’t a request so much as him giving her notice. “I’ll have something scheduled for you by Friday at lunchtime. Make sure your calendar is clear.”
Sander knew he’d surprised her. She nodded her head and then looked around the office, as if waiting for him to start a scene. He smiled. They were spoiling her, giving her orgasm after orgasm, night after night. He’d even introduced a couple of implements while Lashe kept introducing her to bigger plugs. They both wanted her and knew that preparation was the key. It was obvious from the way she was shifting her body and the way her eyes kept glancing back at him that she thought he would instigate a scene. Maybe it was time to show her that a submissive didn’t always get her way.
“Do you have any plans this evening? Are there any late-night informant meetings that we should be aware of?”
“No,” Trish replied, returning his smile. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that the evening was not going to go the way she thought.
“Go to our bedroom and undress.” Sander turned back to his desk and grabbed his cuff links and cell phone. “I’ll be with you shortly.”
“Yes, Master Sander,” Trish replied, her white teeth practically gleaming.
He watched as she practically skipped from the room. Yes, he and Lashe had spoiled her rotten. It was time to reign in their little minx, and he had the perfect thing to do just that. Sander looked down at his phone and swiped the bar at the bottom of the screen. Hitting his brother’s speed dial button, he waited for Lashe to pick up.
“Hello?”
“Are you almost home? I’ve scheduled an impromptu meeting with the board this evening about what we discussed earlier, but we have to right a wrong. Our submissive is getting way too many climaxes lately, and I think it’s time she sees the other side of things, if you know what I mean.”
“I’ll be home in five.”
Sander disconnected the call and headed for the door. All thoughts about the meeting with the Order and Trish’s investigation faded from his mind. Right now, Trish was waiting for him and he couldn’t wait to see her face when he showed her how her evening was about t
o be spent.
* * * *
Trish utilized the restroom before undressing in a hurry and situated herself on the bed in her usual position. She felt lighthearted now that Sander had said he would set up a meeting with someone higher up to probe for answers. Her investigation was definitely leading her directly to Senator Shelton, but she needed some other questions answered first before letting Sander and Lashe in on the story she planned to write. Sander had shown his trust in her without asking for anything in return, and she would do the same—once she’d pieced things together.
She shifted her buttocks on her heels, wondering what was taking Sander so long. Trish had been under their training for so long, her body seemed to know the exact time it was on the clock—it needed its release. And she needed their touch, caresses, and attention. Trish felt another rush of gratitude at Sander’s extended trust. Hearing the knob on the door jiggle, Trish took a deep breath and wondered what this evening’s scene would bring.
“Little minx, go stand in front of the wooden chair while I gather the items I need.”
A shiver of anticipation went through Trish as Sander’s voice washed over her. Would she ever get enough of this? She knew that Carrie would forever tease her for mocking the Lifestyle, but Trish was fine with that if this is what she could look forward to the rest of her life. That thought brought her up short in front of the chair, but she still took up her position. Making sure her feet were shoulder width apart, she clasped her hands behind her neck and waited for Sander.
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