Lisa's Gift

by Mackenzie McKade

  Jana’s pulse jumped. The heat in his eyes did something to her. Her blood warmed and she felt flushed. And that wasn’t the only thing going on. Just the insinuation of sex released a flood of desire between her thighs. She wanted to touch him, be touched by him.

  Lisa was the first to respond by rising from her chair and going to him. “I choose you, Milord.” She bent and received his kiss.

  His strong hands clasped her knees and then began to caress, drawing her dress up and revealing that she once again wore no panties or bra. Within a heartbeat Nicolas had Lisa naked except for her heels.

  Moving between his thighs, Lisa began to undo his tie and pushed his jacket from his shoulders. He struggled to help her remove it.

  Glancing over Lisa’s shoulders, he asked, “What will you have, doll?”

  Was there really any choice? Are you really going to do this? she asked herself.

  Desperately, she needed to feel like she was a part of something bigger than herself. To feel wanted—to belong—to not be alone. “You, Milord,” she whispered and pushed away from the table.

  “My shoes,” he said.

  Lisa dropped to the floor and Jana joined her. Each pulled a shoe off and then rolled down his socks as he sat. Then they both rose. Lisa worked at disrobing him of his pants, while Jana worked on the buttons of his shirt.

  “You two are hot,” he groaned. Jana looked down to discover that Lisa had indeed gotten his pants off and had slipped his hard cock into her mouth. Her head bobbed with a steady rhythm. “Take your dress off, doll.”

  Jana hesitated only a moment before she rose. Her fingers gripped the hem of her dress and slowly she pushed the soft material up and over her head until she stood in front of him in only her black strapless bra and thong.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he said as he pushed his shirt from his chest and threw it to the floor. Her hand opened, releasing her dress. In a silky flow it floated down beside his shirt. As she reached behind her to undo her bra, he growled, “No, I like the look. Keep the bra and panties on, the heels, too.” He put his hand on Lisa’s head, stilling her. “Lisa, there’s a costume on my bed. Put it on and prepare yourself on the bench in the dungeon.”

  Lisa released the hold she had on Nicolas’s cock and moved from between his legs. She flashed him a charming smile, before she stood and walked out of the room. Nicolas pushed to his feet. He didn’t touch Jana, except with his gaze, stroking like silk flowing over her skin, raising goose bumps, and sending a shiver racing down her spine.

  “Come here,” he growled. “I’ve wanted to fuck you all through dinner. Feel the heat between your thighs, your breasts in my hands, your nipples in my mouth.”

  Oh my. He was making her hot. Without laying a finger on her he had her wet and horny. She went to him and he took her into his arms, his hands smoothing across her skin, touching and stroking and caressing.

  She sighed as her head lolled back, his mouth sucking, licking and biting along her neck.

  “Come with me to the dungeon,” he said as he began to guide her toward the stairs.

  Each step he stopped and caressed or kissed a different part of her body. By the time they were at the bottom of the stairs, Jana was so hot and wet she would have spread her legs for him right there. But he ushered her onward.

  Jana wasn’t prepared for what she saw. Lisa had dressed in the naughty schoolgirl costume Jana had seen Nicolas purchase at the novelty store. Her short blonde hair was spiked into two ponytails, but it was the position that took Jana’s breath away. She was on her belly lying over a bench, her hands above her head holding onto two bars, and she had raised her skirt to expose her naked ass.

  When Lisa heard them enter the room she glanced over her shoulder and smiled.

  Nicolas took Jana’s hand and pulled her further into the room toward Lisa. He smoothed his palm over Lisa’s butt and then suddenly struck out, slapping one of Lisa’s ass cheeks. Both Jana and Lisa startled.

  Nicolas’s handprint rose pink against Lisa’s pale skin.

  “Did you like that, baby?” Again he brushed his hand over Lisa’s ass, rubbing the spot where his palm had landed.

  “Yes, Teacher Marchetti,” Lisa responded, moving her legs further apart until the flesh of her sex was exposed. “It felt good. Spank me more.”

  Jana couldn’t believe what she was hearing and seeing. Lisa had said she liked being spanked, but Jana just assumed her friend was talking about the type of playful teasing that had gone on between Jana and Tommy.

  Had Jana’s ex-boyfriend left a mark on her ass when he had swatted her? Possibly, but she had never thought to look for one. Lord knew it stung and it had felt good.

  Confusion swam in her mind. This is pretend. They’re role playing. A part of her realized it, but she couldn’t help the flashes of memory that came to her.

  A picture of her stepfather materialized behind her eyes.

  As if Nicolas could read her mind, he reached for her and cradled her in his arms. She tried to pull away, but he held her in his steely embrace. “Not everything is as it seems. Spanking is just one of the facets of exchanging power. There is a point where pain and pleasure blur and the most amazing orgasm is experienced.”

  “Jana, please. I want this. I need it.” Jana could hear the plea in Lisa’s voice. “More, teacher.”

  Hard as it was, Jana tried to control her breathing, in and out—in and out. Nicolas wasn’t hurting Lisa. He couldn’t be or Lisa would be fighting him. Instead she lay there of her own free will, asking for more.

  Nicolas released Jana. Again his palm landed on Lisa’s ass. Jana’s pulse leaped as she startled. Her strapless bra and panties felt tight around her skin, where earlier they seemed to caress her curves.

  Gently he began to stroke his two handprints. “This awakens the nerve endings. It makes Lisa more sensitive to touch and sensations.” He swatted Lisa a few more times, alternating it with a tender caress until her butt was a light pink.

  It shouldn’t be arousing to see Lisa being spanked, but the way Nicolas smoothed his hands over her ass, the softness and firmness of his touch was turning her on.

  “Come here, Jana. Feel her heat, her arousal.”

  Lisa moaned when Jana placed her palm, covered by Nicolas’s, on her ass. The area was hot to the touch. Jana couldn’t help comparing the size of her hand to the much larger ones marking Lisa’s tender skin.

  “Now place your fingers between her legs. See how wet she is.” Jana jerked her hand back from Lisa, and simply stared at Nicolas. Even though Jana felt a touch of unease, there was excitement as well; the tightening of her nipples, desire seeping between her thighs. “She wants to be touched. She needs to be touched,” he encouraged.

  Lisa groaned. “Please.”

  Taking a deep breath, Jana ran her fingertips along Lisa’s folds, feeling the shiver that went through her friend’s body. Wet didn’t accurately describe how Lisa felt. She was drenched. Her hips undulated, rubbing against Jana’s hand, and Jana couldn’t help but answer their call as she stroked Lisa once, twice, and then again.

  “That’s right, doll, finger-fuck her. Make her come,” Nicolas said as he moved behind Jana. With a snap her bra came undone and was pulled from around her. Strong hands grasped the elastic of her panties and started to peel them away from her hips, sliding down her thighs. When the material circled her ankles, she stepped out of them. Then Nicolas pressed his front to her back. His skin was warm, his body firm, his cock hard, slipping between her thighs, wedging itself along her slit. “Thrust your fingers into her heat, smooth them across her slick folds, and play with her clit. Feel her pleasure grow beneath your touch.” His hands gripped Jana’s hips before they circled her waist, caressing her ribcage, until he held her breasts. They were heavy, her nipples aching for attention.

  “Jana, please.” Jana answered Lisa’s pleas by leaning over her and then sinking a finger deep inside her. Nicolas’s palms skimmed down Jana’s stomach until he foun
d her own pool of desire. He cupped her pussy and a fresh wave of arousal anointed his hand.

  The experience was unbelievable. With each thrust of Nicolas’s finger Jana drove hers deeper and faster into Lisa’s pussy. Higher and higher Jana climbed the mountain of ecstasy, while Lisa followed in her path, evident from the spasms within her friend’s pussy that clenched Jana’s fingers.

  When Nicolas gently but firmly began to pat her clit in fast, steady strokes, Jana exploded. Her vision went dark, bright lights splintering, as she fell forward atop Lisa, riding ripple after ripple of sensation.

  She only became aware of things around her when a taut, breathy voice said, “I can’t breathe.” Then Lisa began to giggle, her laughter shaking Jana as she struggled to find her footing. She slipped. He caught and steadied her, before he moved toward Lisa. “That was absolutely wonderful.” Nicolas helped her from the spanking bench. Her eyes sparkled as she wrapped her arms around Nicolas and captured his lips. When they drew apart, Lisa said to Jana, “Your turn.”

  And the most outrageous thing was that Jana was seriously considering it. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have Nicolas’s hands on her ass. The same sensations Lisa felt that made her so wet.

  “I don’t know,” Jana murmured.

  “Perhaps not tonight.” Nicolas came to stand before her. His penetrating eyes burned into her and she felt as if she would drown in them. “But soon.” He gathered her in his embrace. “I need to mark you as mine,” he whispered in her ear. The current of his breath, his words made her knees weak.

  Mine echoed in Jana’s ears. She wanted that, too. So desperately she was willing to work through her fears and take the next step—trusting Nicolas.

  “Spank me,” Jana whispered, “and make me yours.” Then she captured his lips in a heated kiss.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Stars twinkled through an overcast sky as Nicolas steered his car into the gated community located in the northeast area of Scottsdale. He’d been looking forward to Trent Alexander’s party for several weeks now. Both women were wrapped in silver fox fur coats, hiding the black and rhinestone lingerie he’d purchased at Victoria’s Secret. He couldn’t wait to unveil them, to see the expressions of envy on those around him.

  A smile touched his lips. The evening he’d discovered that his friend’s party would be delayed hadn’t gone to waste, nor had the past weeks. Jana was responding to him and Lisa. They were growing more comfortable as a threesome and Jana was showing her trust in him. She had eagerly participated in several of their bondage scenarios. Nothing too strenuous or outlandish, because he always made sure she felt at ease with the scenes they performed.

  As he drove down one street and then another he pondered tonight’s arrangements. Again Jana had grown quiet sitting in the backseat, while Lisa chatted up a storm about Trent’s parties.

  Had it been a month since Jana returned to Arizona?

  Through the rearview mirror, Nicolas glimpsed Jana shifting again on the seat. He sucked in a breath as his cock hardened. He wanted her more and more each time they came together.

  A gust of air shook his truck as an eighteen-wheeler passed by. Nicolas’s body swayed as he slipped back to that moment he knew Jana had become his.

  It had been about a week ago. Lisa had been called away to cover a shift at the hospital just as they were preparing for a scene in his basement.

  Nicolas steered the vehicle into the middle lane as he recalled the panic in Jana’s eyes as she hastily began to pick up her discarded clothes that night. Clearly she didn’t want to be left alone with him. She found courage with Lisa by her side. Standing in her lacy underwear, a visible tremor had shaken her as her gaze darted to Lisa as if she expected her friend to rescue her.

  A horn blew pulling Nicolas briefly from his mental wanderings. He gave a quick glance in the rearview mirror at Jana sitting alone in the backseat. The trepidation in her eyes drew him back to that night.

  Her innocence and insecurity had only whetted his appetite. He couldn’t let her leave. It had been what he’d been waiting for—to have Jana all to himself.

  Lisa was quick, always saying or doing the right thing to calm Jana. “Nicolas.” Lisa had moved into his arms. Her partially naked body was warm against his bare chest as their lips met in a fiery exchange. When the kiss ended she remained a breath from his mouth. Her lips brushed his as she called to her friend, “Jana.”

  A moment of déjà vu hit him as Lisa spoke Jana’s name at the same time he recalled it. They started to chat back and forth, and he was glad Jana was no longer quiet.

  He easily slipped back into his daydream. Jana’s approach had been hesitant, but Lisa reached out, grasped her friend’s hand and pulled her into their embrace. There was a moment where Lisa soothed her friend’s fears with a light stroke, gentle, as if she were chasing a child’s bad dreams away.

  The tender kiss the women shared was a beautiful sight. Just the remembrance of their forms, elegant and curvy, moving seductively beneath the dim lighting in the room made him harden more.

  The current throb beneath his zipper caused his foot to slip momentarily from the gas pedal. The truck slowed, and then picked back up as he pressed down on the pedal. He shifted his hips. His pulse sped. Damn, what he’d give to be back at his home, Jana in his arms.

  His fingers tightened around the steering wheel as he recalled the comfort between Jana and Lisa, their close bond reminding Nicolas he was the outsider in this threesome. It was emphasized further when their kiss turned passionate, breathy.

  Then Lisa reached for him, pulling him close and capturing his mouth, her tongue dueling with his in a hot assault as her hardened nipples pressed through the thin material of her bra and rubbed against his chest.

  Before he knew what was happening, Jana was in his arms, soft and pliable. He sipped from her mouth like a wine connoisseur, savoring her taste. She was heaven in his embrace as he drew her nearer—lost in the feeling.

  When they parted there was a moment of silence where their eyes met and locked. Then she blinked rapidly as if willing away the spell that bewitched them.

  “Lisa,” Jana’s voice quivered as she turned in his arms and gazed around the room.

  Lisa was gone.

  Jana and Nicolas were finally alone.

  Nicolas dodged a small green Lexus that darted in front of him. His meandering refused to let go of him as he struggled to pay attention to the thickening traffic.

  The truth? Jana was never far from his thoughts, nor the desire to be buried deep inside her warmth, or to feel the heat rising off her freshly flogged ass. Yes. She had allowed him to flog her in Lisa’s presence.

  There had been a moment of awkwardness as he held her that night. Her tongue made a nervous swipe across kiss-swollen lips. “I—”

  He silenced her objection with another kiss, and then slowly nibbled his way to her earlobe. “Stay with me,” he whispered, while his heart hammered. “Let me pleasure you.” His agile fingers found the back of her bra and gave a twist. The elastic snapped, releasing her breasts and her softness met his hardness as she leaned into him.

  “I-I should go,” she stammered, pressing her palms against his chest. He cupped her breast, eliciting a moan from her parted lips as he slid the pad of his thumb across her pebbled nipple.

  “No.” He groaned low. He was never going to let her go. The thought had shaken him, but quickly vanished. This was right—Jana was right.

  Voice light and airy, she murmured, “Yes,” even as her hips slid against his stiff erection causing another groan to surface from somewhere deep within his throat.

  “I need to fuck you,” he growled, his desire rising inside him like a quiet storm sneaking up on him. “Damn.” The word was grounded between clenched teeth. He was losing control and quickly. All he could think about was having Jana beneath him. “I want to tie you up and have my way with you.” His grasp tightened, as he guided her around until they faced one anot
her. “Surrender to me, Jana. Give me your body—your trust.”

  Her silence was edgy. Her breathing labored. Her body trembled on each inhale. He could sense her indecision, knew she fought demons of the past.

  “Trust me, Jana,” he whispered reassuringly. As he palmed her breast, his other hand slipped to the nape of her neck. His fingers closed around her hair, pulling her head back so their eyes met, her slender throat stretched and exposed. “I’ll never hurt you.” God, he needed her to believe in him. “Give yourself to me. Let me fight the demons for you. Release your fears and worries for tonight.”

  Moisture gathered in her blue eyes. She’d blinked as if attempting to force them back from the well of emotion they sprung from. “I don’t know if I can.” The pain in her voice ached with a desperate need to believe.

  Her hair was cool silk between his fingers. “You’re stronger than you know, doll. Let go. Give me the reins.”

  Tears spiked her eyelashes, but didn’t fall. “Nicolas—”

  “Jana.” He swallowed hard. Instinctively, he knew she wanted him—wanted to be dominated and release control. “Listen to your heart. You need this—you need me.”

  “I—”

  “Remove your panties.” He didn’t wait for her to finish her protest.

  Her eyes widened. Her throat worked as she choked out, “Nicolas?”

  “Remove your panties,” he repeated firmly. It was like standing on thin ice waiting to hear the crack, wondering if it would hold or if he would fall into the chilling depths below before she responded. Her need for Lisa was obvious. He couldn’t help feel a bit jealous.

  When her hands fell from his chest, thumbs hooking in her panties, he fought not to smile. A flood of triumph filled him till he was overflowing with male pride.

  Jana was his—with or without Lisa in the picture.

  “Nicolas?” Lisa broke into his memories of that night.

  “Uh…what?” He glanced in her direction as the vision of Jana’s surrender evaporated into a fog.

  Lisa frowned, searching his face. Then her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge between his thighs and a grin crept across her face. “Just where has your mind wandered, you naughty boy?”