by Myla Jackson
“You didn’t like it?” She pouted. “Was I bad?”
“No, you were good. But I want to be inside your cunt.” He lay down on his back. “Mount me.”
She glanced from Mark to Luke, then slowly rose to her knees.
“You’re not moving fast enough. I said mount me.” He slapped her ass.
Kiki squealed and flung her knee over Jackson, the color in her cheeks high, her lips parted.
“Hey, not so rough.” Mark stepped forward, fists clenched.
“No, really, it’s okay. I like it…that way.” She poised above Jackson’s cock. “Protection?”
Luke grabbed for his jeans and dug out two condoms, handing one to Kiki and tearing one open for himself. “I was the good Boy Scout. Always prepared.” He rolled the rubber down over his engorged dick.
Kiki held the package and hesitated, as if tempting Jackson’s ire.
“What are you waiting for? I said mount me.” Jackson pinched her tits. “Obey or suffer the consequences.”
She held the foil package in her fingers, a wicked smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “And what would the consequences be?”
He slapped her ass again.
Audrey sucked in a breath, the sting of his hand making her hot all over, her nipples still tender from his pinch. Her pussy creamed in anticipation of being fucked by both men at the same time. She tore the package with her teeth, jerked the condom free and rolled it smoothly down his cock. Then she settled her pussy over him, his cock nudging at her entrance.
Jackson grabbed her hips and slammed her down on him, stabbing into her in one forceful thrust.
She screamed, the sound coming out before she could stop it.
Immediately Jackson lifted her up. “Are you okay?”
“Yes…yes.” She tried to push herself back down on him, but he held fast. “That felt so good. Please, I want more.”
“You don’t want me to stop?”
“Please, don’t stop. Fuck me.” She tried to pull his hands away from her hips, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“We fuck when I say we fuck, not a moment sooner.” He leaned up and bit into her nipple, hard enough to elicit a twinge of pain.
Jackson wasn’t Randy, Audrey had to remind herself. Had this been Randy, he wouldn’t have stopped at her scream. He’d have fucked her until she bled, no matter how much she pleaded with him to stop. And Randy wouldn’t be sharing her with another man, much less two.
Audrey’s chest swelled with something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Something she was more afraid of than pain. She refused to put a name to it, for fear the magic of this evening would be lost if she did.
“Please make love to me,” she whispered.
The hard lines of Jackson’s face softened, and he eased himself into her. “You know I am the master.”
“Yes. You are the master.” She stared down at him. “Because I let you.”
He nodded acquiescence, his jaw firming. “My brother Mark is waiting patiently for some attention.”
“Hey, what about me?” Luke lay on his side on the floor, propped up on his elbow. “I thought I was going in for anal sex.”
“I have been remiss.” Jackson shook his head. “Spank me, Kiki.” He rolled to the side, presenting his butt.
Audrey blinked. “Me?”
Jackson stared hard at her over his shoulder. “Your name is Kiki, isn’t it?”
She gulped and nodded slowly, the lie lodging in her throat. This was new to her. Randy had always been the Dom. She’d never been on the distributing end of the punishment. She’d always been on the receiving end. She swallowed hard and slapped Jackson’s ass, the sound much louder than the sting on her hand.
A thrill shivered through her, and her pussy creamed around Jackson’s cock.
“Not hard enough, woman.” Jackson rolled to his back and, reaching around her, smacked her bottom, the pain so sharp it nearly brought tears to her eyes. “Do it like that.” Again, he presented his ass.
Audrey’s breasts tingled, her body lighting up with delicious sensations, all running rampant and spiraling down to her core. Her breathing grew ragged and she tried to shimmy down over Jackson’s cock to relieve some of the sexual achiness.
“No,” he said. “I didn’t give you permission to fuck me. Spank me right.”
A surge of impatience raged through her and she smacked Jackson’s naked butt so hard her hand tingled. A small red handprint barely showed against his dark Native American skin.
“Yeah, baby! She got it right that time.” Mark rubbed his hands together, a grin spilling across his face. “I’ve always wanted Jackson to be on the receiving end of the punishment.”
“No kidding,” Luke agreed.
Jackson shook his head. “I’m the master.”
“Uh, right.” Mark wiped the smile off, but couldn’t erase the twinkle from his eyes.
“Now, give my brother Mark a blow job, while I eat you.” He lifted her off his cock and positioned her pussy over his face.
“Yes, sir.” Audrey reached out eagerly for Mark’s member, guiding him into her mouth.
As her lips closed around Mark’s shaft, Jackson’s tongue thrust into her pussy.
Audrey gasped around the thick cock, her body lighting up.
Jackson swirled his tongue around her already-wet entrance and traced a line up to her clit, flicking it until she squirmed.
She sank lower, wanting more. At the same time Mark pushed deeper, his penis bumping against the back of her throat. He gently laced his fingers into her hair, moving her head back and forth to the rhythm of his thrusts.
Jackson’s mouth left her clit and Audrey nearly cried out, so close to the edge of orgasm she could practically taste it.
“Luke, I can’t reach Kiki’s breasts, they seem to need attention.” Jackson’s words blew warm air across Audrey’s cunt.
“Yes, Master,” Luke said with laughter in his voice. He straddled Jackson, positioning himself behind her, and dropped to his knees. His cock pressed into her buttocks and his hands came up around her, cupping her breasts.
Audrey almost passed out from the barrage of sensations. Her breath caught in her throat each time one of the men touched her in a different way. The more Mark tugged on her hair, the more the pins holding the wig tugged at her scalp, adding pain to the other delectable sensations. When she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, she cried out.
“Do not come,” Jackson commanded, removing his tongue from her clit. “You do not have my permission to come. Not until I tell you.”
Mark pulled his cock free, coming into his hand.
“I can’t help it,” she whimpered. “I have to.”
He cupped her pussy, applying pressure. “Wait.”
Luke stood and moved aside.
Jackson slid her down his body, positioning her pussy over his cock. “We aren’t finished yet.” He slammed into her, driving deep and sure into her wet channel. He eased her torso down over him, thrusting into her again and again. He stopped suddenly and held her hips still. “Luke?”
“Yes, sir? Is it my turn?”
“Now.” Jackson parted his thighs.
Luke slid between them on his knees and leaned over Audrey’s back. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Please, please, just do it.” She gasped, her body shaking with the intensity of her passion.
Luke’s cock pressed against one of her butt cheeks while he wet his fingers with her juices. He swirled the creamy liquid around her asshole and thrust a finger into the rigid circle.
“Whew, tight,” she whispered.
“Is it too much?” Jackson asked, his voice low, insistent.
“No.” She sucked in a breath and relaxed her muscles, the thickness of Jackson’s cock inside her making her more confident. “Please, more.”
Luke removed the finger, swirled more juices around her anus and thrust in two fingers, then three.
Each time, Audrey gasped, the p
ain easing to a delightful ache. “Please, fuck me, please,” she cried, ready for more and unwilling to wait.
Jackson’s gaze shifted from her face to the man behind her. He nodded. “Gently.”
Luke nudged his cock against her anus and slid in.
“Oh, dear God.” Audrey thought she would come apart, the cock in her ass so tight, pressing against the dick in her pussy. “No one move.”
She lay still for a moment, absorbing the pain, letting her body adjust, her channels stretching to accommodate the ample girth of two very well-hung men. As the pain abated, she nodded. “Okay, I’m okay.”
Jackson slid slowly out, then back in. He waited while Luke did the same. They settled into an alternating rhythm.
Audrey lay there, unable to move for the amount of fucking and loving every minute of it. So much so that she didn’t want to come, didn’t want the men to come. She wanted them to continue on until she died of ecstasy.
Luke’s hands on her sides tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. He pushed deeper, holding steady, his body tensing against her bottom. “Geez!” His cock pulsed inside her ass.
Her body throbbed in unison.
When Luke’s grip loosened, he slid out and moved away. “Wow. That’s all I can say.” He shook his head, his eyes wide. “Wow.”
With only Jackson buried inside her now, some of the tension left Audrey.
“Are you ready to come?”
“No.” She pressed her lips to his.
“Do you want me to get you there?”
“Yes, Master. Please.” She bit into his lip and tugged on it.
His arm slipped around her, and he flipped her onto her back without losing the connection. “Mark, get the ropes I keep by the back door. Oh, and the riding crop.”
“Ropes? Riding crop?” Her body quickened, her breathing short and shallow. Just when she thought she had Jackson figured out, he surprised her. But ropes meant he’d have complete control. A knot of fear clenched in her gut even as a ripple of excitement fanned out across her body.
Chapter Eight
Jackson had never been into this Dom-sub stuff. He didn’t know if he was doing it right. Hell, he could barely spell BDSM, but if that was what turned Audrey on, he was willing to try anything.
He had to admit, having his brothers participate had been a complete turn-on. Not that he was into his brothers, but watching Audrey with them and them with her—he got hard just thinking about it.
Audrey was different from any other woman Jackson had ever dated. In her work environment, she was tough as nails and didn’t take shit from anyone. A huge contrast from her sex life. She wanted to be dominated, yet she wanted an out. Multiple partners made her even hotter.
The man’s man inside Jackson had balked at first to sharing any woman with any other man. He wanted a woman to love him and only him. But this woman was special. She had needs and desires so intense he wondered if one man would ever be enough for her.
Was he willing to play second fiddle for long? Was there a chance at a long-term relationship with this woman? He didn’t know where this would lead, but he did know he was about to throw bondage into the bag of tricks and see how she reacted.
Mark scrambled out of the room to fetch the riding crop and ropes.
Jackson leaned over Audrey and kissed her, all of his hopes and desires taking the kiss past a pleasant pressure to a joining of the hearts. He thrust past her teeth, his tongue circling hers, stroking, tasting.
When Mark returned carrying a wad of ropes and a thin black riding crop, Jackson broke the kiss and pulled his cock free of her channel. The night air cooled the heat of her moisture clinging to his skin, but not for long. He had plans to be back inside her, very soon.
She pouted up at him. “Are we done?”
“Hardly.” He bent and scooped her into his arms, lifting her high.
Her arms draped around his neck, the chaps flapping against his belly, her breasts within reach of his mouth.
Jackson couldn’t resist. He kissed one, then took it between his teeth and nipped.
“Ouch!” Audrey batted at his chest. “That wasn’t very nice.”
“I thought it was.” He smiled and carried her down the hall toward the master suite. “Mark, Luke, follow.”
Obediently, his brothers trailed him into the bedroom.
Once inside, Jackson stood Audrey on her feet, his hands going to the strap holding the chaps snug against her hips. “It’s time to lose these.” He flicked the strap and the chaps fell to the floor. “Get on the bed.”
Audrey backed up, her gaze never leaving Jackson’s. When the backs of her thighs touched the mattress, she sat.
“Tie her to the posts.” Jackson pressed her back against the mattress, positioning her in the center of the bed. He held her wrists while Luke tied her to the posts on the headboard. Then he held her thighs while Mark tied her ankles to the footboard posts. As he waited for Mark to finish, Jackson’s fingers traced the inside length of her legs to where her pussy glistened, his groin tightening the closer he glided to the center.
Once her arms and legs were tied, Audrey lay spread-eagle on the mattress, wearing only the mask, nothing else. Every glorious inch of her was exposed for the men to see.
Audrey’s eyes widened. “You aren’t going to leave me here, are you?”
“Couldn’t even conceive of leaving you.” Jackson crawled up onto the end of the bed, slipping between her thighs. “I haven’t had my fill.”
“And if I have?” she challenged.
“All you have to do is say the word,” Jackson shot back at her. With his breath lodged in his chest, he hoped beyond hope she didn’t call it quits now. He’d held back, refusing to come until he had her exactly where he wanted her.
“I guess I could stay a little longer.” She tugged against the ropes around her wrists. “But this isn’t fair. What if I want to touch?”
“Who’s the master?”
Her pout deepened. “You are, damn it.”
“That wasn’t very nicely said.” Jackson extended his hand. “Mark, the whip.”
Mark handed him the whip. “Don’t hurt her.” He glared at his brother, his lips pressing into a stern line. “This could get out of hand really fast.”
“I know what I’m doing. Either shut up or leave.”
Mark’s mouth tightened, but he stayed, crossing his arms over his chest, taking up a position on one side of the bed.
Luke stood on the other side, his arms also crossed, both men looking like bouncers at the Ugly Stick Saloon.
Jackson fought to keep from laughing out loud, forcing his brows together for a stern look. “The lady needs punishing.”
“I do?”
“Yes.” He slapped the riding crop into his open palm, testing the impact. He had no intention of hurting her, but he knew she liked a little pain with her sex. With the crop balanced in his fingers, he ran it along the smooth skin of her calf and up the length of her outer thigh. “Who is the master?”
“You are, damn it,” she said in flagrant defiance of his earlier chastisement. Her tongue swept across her lower lip, her gaze fixed on the whip in his hand, her expression hungry, not scared.
Mark laughed. “She wants him to use the whip.”
Jackson popped her thigh with the tip of the crop. He trailed the end of the whip up over her flat belly to the swell of her breasts, circling each of her nipples one at a time. “Who is the master?”
“You are, damn it,” she said, her voice more breathy, labored.
He tapped the crop sharply across her right nipple.
Audrey’s eyes squeezed shut, her nipples beading into tight little buttons.
Mark and Luke both stepped forward, fists clenched.
Jackson held up a hand to stop them.
“Please,” Audrey said. “Do it again.” She opened eyes clouded with lust. “I’ve been so very bad.”
Jackson heaved a sigh at the same time as his brothers. Every
thing with Audrey was a new experience, a path uncharted. He dragged the whip across her breasts, nipple to nipple, and down to her bellybutton.
Her head lifted, her gaze following the crop. “Please, Master. Please.”
“Please what?” Jackson asked, the crop circling her bellybutton.
“Lower. Oh God, lower.”
“Oh, for Pete’s sake.” Mark leaped forward and grabbed for the whip. “Let me.”
Jackson held tight and growled, “Back off.”
For a moment the two glared at each other, then Mark stepped back, letting go of the riding crop.
Jackson looked up at Audrey. “Who do you want to guide the whip?”
She stared straight into his eyes. “You, Master.”
With a nod, he lightly breezed over her skin to the curly thatch of strawberry-blonde hair at the juncture of her thighs. He flicked the hairs, parting them, pushing deeper to the folds beneath. Once he had the rod of the crop against her clitoris, he sawed it gently back and forth.
Audrey’s back arched off the bed, her knees pulling in, her ankles halting her progress. “Please, oh, please.”
“How does that make you feel?”
“Like I’m on fire. Please let me touch you. If not, let me touch my breasts,” she begged, looking up hopefully.
“You want to be touched?” Jackson nodded to Luke and Mark. “You heard the lady, touch her breasts.”
Luke and Mark sprang forward. Luke rolled Audrey’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Mark bent and licked the areola, drawing a circle with his tongue before he sucked the whole thing into his mouth, pulling so hard his cheeks sank in.
Audrey pressed into him.
Not to be outdone, Luke bent over her and took her other nipple between his teeth and nibbled, then sucked.
Confident she was being taken care of, Jackson continued his attack. “Do you like what my brothers are doing?”
“Yesss,” she cried, her body undulating against the sheets.
He slapped the inside of her thigh with the riding crop.
Audrey gasped.
“Yes, what?” Jackson asked.
“Yes, Master.”
He swished the tip of the crop over the red mark it had left, then dragged it up to her moist pussy, swirling the end in her juices. He laid down between her legs and buried his face in her bush, tonguing her clit while he used the tip of the riding crop to stroke her entrance. His mouth moved lower, his tongue darting into her channel, lapping at her creamy center. From her pussy to her clit, he alternated, until her cries became louder, her body bucking from all of the attention.
