by Tawny Taylor
His tongue teased the seam of her mouth before slipping inside, filling her with his delicious flavor. She suckled his tongue, eagerly drinking in his essence. The heat inside cranked up another notch to nearly blinding. A sharp need, a hunger she’d never known, speared her insides, making her cry out.
“She’s so fucking hot, Trey,” Damon murmured against her nape.
Hot and cold, burning up with fever, she shivered and whimpered. Oh God, it was sexy hearing Damon talk about her like that. His voice was gritty and raw with erotic hunger.
“I love the way she tastes, smells, feels,” Trey said after breaking the kiss. He fisted her hair, tugging it to the side, and her head went with it. He dragged his tongue up the column of her neck and a thick coat of goose bumps sprang up all over her body.
Damon groaned. “I need to taste her pussy. I’m going to die if I don’t.”
“The bench.” Trey led her forward by gripping her upper arms and pulling, taunting her to take one step then another by teasing her mouth with his. Blindly, obediently, she followed him, stealing kiss after kiss, until he stopped and shuffled around, taking her with him. “Sit.”
She settled on a padded bench that looked a lot like a weight bench, her legs extended straight in front of her on the bench. But instead of supports fastened to either side to hold barbells loaded with heavy weight plates, there was a single wooden center post fastened to the end of the bench. A horizontal beam was bolted to the center post and she quickly realized there were two chains ending in leather cuffs hooked to each end of the beam.
She quivered and burned as Trey enclosed her right wrist in a cuff. Damon buckled a matching cuff around her left. And then Damon straddled the bench and her legs, his ruddy, fully erect cock at her eye level. If she’d been able to reach with her hands, she would have gladly closed her fists around it and stroked him. Hard and fast. Slow and easy. Any way he wanted.
He stepped back and slipped his hands between her knees, forcing them apart, and oh God, did it feel sexy having him take command of her body like this. He wasn’t exactly rough but he wasn’t gentle either. He was firm and decisive and commanding and totally, overwhelmingly sexy.
She never would have guessed that she would like this kind of thing. Outside of that brief glimpse of a website, she’d had no idea this kind of sex existed. That she could let a man tie her up and take charge of her body, and it would be good. Wonderful. Mind-blowing.
“What do you think of this, Blair? How do you like being tied and helpless, while I stand over you, free to do whatever I want to you?”
“It’s sexy. Exciting. With you.”
He looked pleased with her response. “I’ve been waiting so long for this day. I want to tie your legs too. Like this.” He caught her ankles in his fists and lifted them up and out, until her legs formed a wide vee in the air. “I want your pussy open to me, so I can eat you. I’m going to suck that sweet little clit of yours and fuck you with a dildo.”
She was going to die.
“And Trey here’s going to have his turn too. But not until after I’ve made you come so hard you scream. How’s that sound, sweet thing? Are you ready?”
She couldn’t speak but she managed a nod.
And then they shackled her ankles and she was open and vulnerable and struggling to take each breath. Sex with her guys had always been fun, special, wonderful. Memorable. But never like this—a thrilling, intoxicating adventure.
Yes, the living had begun, and the special moments were piling up by the hundreds. And it had only been a short time. Such a short time.
But she knew, even if there were millions of special moments between now and the time her guys said goodbye, she’d remember every single one of them. Every detail, right down to the wicked gleam in Damon’s eye.
Surely these moments would hold her over for a lifetime.
Chapter Three
“You taste so fucking good, I don’t want to stop,” Damon murmured between licks. Damn, he’d known this first time would be good. But this good? Holy fuck! His balls were heavier than concrete and his dick so hard he had to grit his teeth. He could see that Trey was in the same condition, hurting all over with desperate need.
All he wanted to do was cram that sweet, wet pussy full of dick and pound away the ache, but he couldn’t. Not yet.
Soon.
He had to step aside and let Trey have a taste.
Their beautiful, perfect Blair was almost ready. The dildo he was fucking her tight cunt with was coated with her sweet honey now, and she was quivering all over, the heady scent of her arousal filling the air.
Standing, he motioned to Trey, letting him take his place. As they brushed past each other, Trey grabbed his face and kissed him, hard and hot, his tongue spearing in his mouth. It was a kiss Damon wouldn’t forget, not for a long time, but he broke it, anxious to get back to Blair.
Trey brushed his mouth over his once more then settled down to devour Blair’s clit with sexy slurps and licks. The sight of Trey feasting on Blair was almost enough to make Damon double over with erotic need. His balls were so tight, it almost felt as if he’d been kicked there. And the blood pounding through his body was like acid, it burned so hot.
Watching Trey’s perfect mouth work over Blair’s clit, Damon attacked her tits, kneading the soft flesh, suckling her hard little nipples. He wrapped a hand around his cock and gave it slow, soft swipes.
Damon groaned.
In the years since he’d seen her, Blair had matured from a cute, thin and fragile teenager into a lush and beautiful woman. Her body, with all its feminine curves, was pure perfection. Round hips and ass. Full tits. Smooth stomach. And her legs…damn.
He wouldn’t last long. It was going to be hell holding back.
What felt like eons later, Trey stood, licking lips gleaming from Blair’s juices. One hand was fisted around his cock, gliding up to the tip and then back to the base. In the other, he held the dildo.
“I want her,” Trey murmured, dropping the toy on the floor. “I want her bad.”
Damon nodded. “Soon.”
Blair moaned. “Please, I can’t take any more. Let me come.”
Damon rolled on a rubber and positioned his hips, driving into her tight channel. She took him hard and fast, whimpering and moaning and begging for more. Her legs tightened as she trembled and writhed her way to a hard, fast climax. Her fingers curled around the chains securing her arms. “Damon!”
Goddamn, she was going to make him come too early.
He moistened a fingertip and stroked her hard little clit while simultaneously slowing his thrusts, deepening them.
Her pussy clamped hard around his cock, and a heartbeat later she shouted, “Oh yes!” Her channel milked his dick with smooth, swift contractions.
Trey came up behind him, slid his flattened hands around his sides and pinched his nipples. The pleasure-pain sent him over the edge. His cum seared up his cock and then burst from the tip, hard and fast. He quickened his pace, driven by the urgent need to pound every drop from his body. He bent over and kissed his sweet Blair, letting his lips and tongue tell her what words could not. And then, before his cock softened, he pulled out and removed the rubber.
It was an awesome sight, watching Trey bring their sweet Blair to the quivering cusp of orgasm again. Trey’s body moved with the sleek grace of a panther, muscles rippling and bulging. Skin smooth and suntanned and beautiful. And Blair’s body was the perfect complement, soft and warm and feminine.
He straddled the end of the bench and leaned into Trey’s back, absorbing the blistering heat coming off his body. He let his hands explore every hard-muscled inch of flesh he could reach—shoulders, arms, chest, stomach, buttocks. He moistened a finger with some lube and teased Trey’s ass, running his slickened fingertip ’round and ’round his anus.
Close, Trey was close. And little Blair was trembling, her swollen labia slick with her juices, nipples pointed. Damn, did they look hot. Hot but also as lost i
n their desperate need as he had been.
He pushed his finger into Trey’s ass, working past the slight resistance. Then he added a second finger and Trey let out a low growl as he found his release. His anus tightened around Damon’s fingers, locking them inside. Damon flattened himself against Trey, stroking him intimately, caressing him through the full length of his climax, refusing to stop until Trey withdrew from Blair’s body. He kissed Trey’s neck, nipped his earlobe and then stood.
“Our sweet Blair,” Damon murmured as he walked around to the front of the bench. He kissed her tenderly, released her arms and legs and sat, pulling her onto his lap.
She wept, her tears burning his skin.
“Oh sweetheart. We’re here, and we love you, baby. We’re yours. We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m just…overwhelmed. There’s so much I don’t know. About you. About this…”
Once Trey was done disposing of his condom, he sat opposite Damon, spreading his legs to inch as close as possible to them both and wrapping his arms around them.
Damon met Trey’s gaze. They shared a look that said more than he could ever hope to utter. He palmed Blair’s lovely face and kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, her cheeks and forehead. “Come back again tomorrow. And the next day, and the next. We need you.”
She nodded, her eyes teary and red. “I need you too. Both of you. Nothing could keep me away.”
* * * * *
Blair hadn’t thought it was possible, but she was more nervous before the second night than she had been the first.
Last night had been so much more than she ever would have dreamed. It had been exciting, a little scary, thrilling, erotic and both incredibly wonderful and sad at the same time. After they’d had sex, she’d cried. Literally. Those salty droplets had been tears of both joy and sadness. Confusion and understanding. Relief and restoration, as well as deep sorrow.
In a way, she felt like Damon and Trey were still a part of her, as if no time at all had passed. But in another, they were strangers.
Like seeing them touch each other last night. While she’d be the first to admit their sexual behavior might not have been typical for kids their age, they hadn’t gone that far years ago. But now, it seemed, the guys were lovers. They were gay. Or rather, bisexual. And into bondage.
Who were Damon and Trey? How had those years changed them? She ached to know what other secrets they would reveal.
Two weeks wasn’t enough time.
In her car, parked outside the warehouse, she checked her makeup in the mirror one last time before cutting off the engine. Her hands shook as she dug for her lipstick in her purse. Lost somewhere. She gave up, deciding she’d make a big mess if she tried adding a little more anyway. Her hands were shaking too much. Her stomach churned as she pushed open her car door. It had been a bad idea eating but she didn’t want to be starving tonight. Since they were meeting later, to accommodate her work schedule, she assumed there’d be no dinner tonight.
Squinting at the low-lying sun sinking into the western horizon, she hurried across the parking lot. Like yesterday, the reception area was dark and quiet. She went straight to the back and through the rear door, into the warehouse.
She stopped dead in her tracks.
Before her, dressed in an absolutely stunning red gown, stood herself. Or rather, a spooky, semi-translucent version of herself.
The other self met her gaze squarely, smiled softly and silently motioned for her to follow her—it—whatever.
How freaking bizarre.
Would she ever get used to the idea of her guys being illusionists?
This time a black curtain cut the warehouse into two sections. The spooky faux her stopped in front of the curtain, pressed a fingertip to her lips and mouthed, “Wait.” And then with a flare of red light, she vanished, leaving a red box about half the size of a shoebox sitting on the floor.
Sure it was yet another gift from her thoughtful, if not over-generous, duo of magicians, she scooped up the box and lifted the lid.
Inside she found an ornate picture frame made out of heavy metal and red crystals. It was breathtaking, like no picture frame she’d ever seen. A narrow band of black metal rimmed a picture of her guys in the center. And then outside, dozens of red crystals formed an intricate pattern of leaves and flowers. She smiled as she traced the line of Damon’s jaw in the photograph.
“Do you like your gift?” Trey asked, appearing out of nowhere.
“I love it. Although I was a little freaked out by the delivery girl.” Smiling, she lifted up on tiptoes to give him a thank-you kiss. He swept an arm around her waist and crushed her against him. “Oh God,” she murmured into his mouth as he slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss.
Someone gently tugged the frame from her hand and in the next moment, she found herself staggering and shaky, smooshed between two hulking male bodies. Hot. Burning up. A spicy male tongue exploring her mouth. Strong hands exploring her body.
“Do you know who that delivery girl is?” Damon whispered in her ear. A soft puff of breath tickled her neck, making her shiver.
Her eyelids fluttered then closed, shutting her into her secret world of warmth and wanting and sensation. “Sure, it was me.”
“Yes and no,” Trey said against her mouth.
“I don’t understand.” She felt air brushing over her bare arms, as if she was moving, but the ground beneath her feet was solid and still.
“You will. Soon.”
She was drifting backward, falling. She opened her eyes, stiffening.
Trey smiled. “Trust us.”
She glanced around. They were in the dungeon again. How had they done that?
“Play with us. Let us possess you like we did last night.” Holding a set of leather cuffs, Damon looked at her with fire in his eyes. The heat in his gaze ignited a smoldering blaze in her blood.
“Yes.” She eagerly offered him her wrists, watching breathless and giddy as he fastened the cuffs around them. Then she followed him to a table the size of a large formal dining table, at least eight feet long and four feet wide, and looked up. There, hanging a few feet above the table’s top, was a bar suspended from the ceiling. And attached to that bar were four chains, two shorter ones and two longer ones.
Just the thought of these guys tying her up again, fucking her until she thought she’d pass out, made her shudder. Her heart slammed against her breastbone, and her lungs refused to draw in air.
Trey lifted her onto the table. “Lie down, Blair. Let us take command of your body. Play our games of domination and submission with us. Discover the secret pleasure in submitting to us.”
“I want to know,” she whispered, slowly lying back. “Show me.”
At her feet, Damon caressed her calf. “Did you know you were submissive before last night, Blair?”
“No.”
He nodded then leapt up onto the table, straddling her waist. “You never fantasized about being tied up?”
“Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?” Trey asked as he too levered himself up onto the table. His feet were planted on either side of her head, so when she looked straight up, she had a nice view of the thick bulge in his pants. “Tell us.”
“Do you remember those games we used to play when we were kids, you know, where I was the princess, and you were the pirates or Native Americans or dark, dangerous renegade princes? You captured me and held me captive.”
“Then we will be your dark, dangerous renegade princes again.” Trey moved back, squatting over her abdomen. His dark eyes glittered with sensual hunger, desperate wanting. “And you are our captive. We will not stop tormenting you until we’ve conquered you, until you’re breathless and begging for mercy.”
A game? She’d never thought to try playing games during sex. Maybe if she had, she would have been able to let go of the guilt from her past and allow herself to have sex before last night.
Fifteen years was
a long time to be abstinent.
“Strip,” Damon demanded, giving her a yummy glare.
“Oh God,” she whispered. It wouldn’t take much to convince these two that she was a petrified princess. She was already a ball of jumpy nerves, despite the simmering heat coursing through her veins.
Clumsy from the excitement, she fiddled with the buttons on her dress. What had made her think it was a good idea wearing a garment with a bazillion buttons tonight?
Standing, Trey snatched up one of her wrists and pulled until she was sitting upright. He didn’t hurt her but he wasn’t exactly gentle either. “What’s taking so long?”
Whew, Trey played one convincing dark and dangerous prince.
“I-I’m trying.”
Trey glowered. “Try harder. Or you’ll be punished.”
A chill burned up her spine. Not sure whether she wanted to be “punished” or not, she started working the buttons faster, concentrating on the first few, knowing if she got those, she could simply yank the dress over her head.
Trey’s glower grew darker.
She whimpered, gave up and just grabbed the bottom of the dress and pulled, hoping the two buttons she’d managed to unfasten would be enough. It was a struggle, but the dress came off, and the expression she found on Trey’s face once her vision was unblocked by yards of black material was much friendlier. In fact, it was beyond friendly.
It took little effort to get rid of her bra. Her panties, however, were another matter, thanks to Damon standing straddled over her legs. She had to kind of wriggle her way out of them.
Naked.
She felt their gazes scorching her skin like branding irons being passed slowly over her breasts, stomach, legs. Oddly, the heat made the nervous chill feel all the more frosty. Hot and cold. Aroused and nervous. Unsure and thrilled. If the point of these games was to bring her head into the act of sex, then it was working. She didn’t want to just lie back and wait for them to poke her. She was trembling with suspense, eager to see what would happen next. Waiting, breathless, her heart racing.
