The Kegelmeister [Dr. Love Shark 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Bobbi Brattz

  “Oh, wow. This is better than I expected. Kiss me, Piers. Teach me how to French kiss.”

  As though thrilled at the prospect of providing lessons, he pressed his lips to hers then cupped her ass cheeks in his strong hands, pressing his hard cock into her belly. Sensations began to heat up her pussy, curling through her pelvis like wildfire. Piers captured her lips, talking in between light kisses.

  “Well, you’re already naked. That is a good start. Introduce my tongue to your mouth then follow my lead,” he whispered.

  While Kona’s hands roamed over her body, Tara gave herself over to Piers. When his tongue delved deep into her mouth, she felt shivers race along her spine, bringing a quick surrender to his mastery.

  She groaned as Kona pinched her nipples while Piers’s hands explored her lower half, slipping one finger into her channel. Tara cried out into his mouth as her excitement grew. She pulled away, and hissed, “Stop! Stop for a minute while I catch my breath.”

  Both men let her go.

  “Do you really want us to stop?” Piers asked, running his fingers through his wet hair.

  “No, but I need a minute. This is all new to me and I’ve never felt so out of control before.”

  “Why don’t we go to my room and take it slow?”

  Breathless, she nodded. “Yes, why don’t we do that?”

  Kona took her hand and began moving them toward the steps. As he climbed out of the pool, she marvelled at his hard, tanned body, practically drooling over him. Piers’s physique was similar except he was taller, at least six foot two. Tara felt out of her element, yet she followed without question.

  “Guys, what happens if I ask you to stop?” she asked.

  “Well go at your pace, darlin’,” Kona murmured against her fingers. He didn’t let her hand go but held onto it, gently guiding her onto the patio.

  When the three of them were out of the pool, Piers took the lead, holding one hand while Kona held the other. They walked together to where the towels were on the chair. Piers took the first one and began to pat her down, slowly, sensually, and gently. Kona joined in, doing her back. By the time they were done, her skin was super sensitive and burning up with excitement.

  “Wow, I feel like a princess with all this attention. Can I do the same to you both?”

  Kona smiled, his teeth bright white in the dim light.

  “I’d love it. Go right ahead.”

  Piers handed her a dry towel and nodded.

  Her breasts felt heavy and ultrasensitive, aching to be touched, held, and fondled. She was breathless with anticipation. First she dried Kona, inch by inch, avoiding his hard cock.

  “Hey, you’re missing the best part,” he protested, a wide grin on his face.

  “No, I’m not. I have plans for that wet creature.”

  Piers chuckled. “At least I know what to expect.”

  “No, you don’t. Part of this is new, but most of it I know very well. You’ll see.”

  “Carry on then, princess.”

  Tara concentrated on Piers, patting every drop dry except where his cock stood at attention, a drop of creamy cum on the tip. When the towel brushed against it, he hissed.

  “Careful, princess, I’m not at the point of no return yet, but I’m getting closer.”

  “Piers, something tells me that you are far from close. After all, you do teach sex classes. It would be strange if you didn’t have a great deal of restraint when it comes to release.”

  When she finished drying his toes, she slowly stood, staring up at Piers then Kona.

  “Well, where would you like this to take us now?” Kona asked, winking at her.

  “I think most people use their bedrooms to have sex. Which one would you like to use?” she asked.

  Piers took her hand in his. “Mine.”

  She wasn’t sure if he meant his bedroom or that she was his, the way he spoke in such possessive tones.

  “Lead on, Piers.”

  “From this point on, our names in the bedroom will be Master. Yours will be slave girl.”

  Tara bit back laughter. “Yes, I’ll play your game, Masters.”

  Kona took her other hand and together they left the patio, moving down the hall to Piers’s bedroom. It was on the opposite side of the house, backing onto a large garden patio. When they entered the room, Piers put on a red light instead of the regular one, turning the large room into a decadent boudoir. The California king-sized bed was high off the floor, covered in a black velvet bedspread with a number of white–and-red cushions at the head. On the floor was a white fluffy rug lying next to a brass pole in the center of the room.

  “My, my, how—"

  “Slave girl, you will kneel when you enter this room and await our orders.”

  “Oh, sure.”

  “No, slave girl, you kneel and only reply when asked to. When you address us, it is by the name Master only.” Piers looked stern in the red light. Kona was somber now.

  “Yes, Masters. However, I like to be on top also. You can call me Mistress.”

  “On your knees, slave. You are no Mistress in this room. Perhaps if we use your room another time we can play by your rules. Now kneel!” Piers ordered, his good humor gone.

  She obliged, keeping her eyes down so they wouldn’t see the rebellion building up. She was used to being the boss in bed, though it had been years since she’d had a good lay.

  Both men walked over to the dresser and brought out a few items. She couldn’t see what they were in the dim light, but she waited impatiently for her masters to start. Her knees began to ache as she was forced to remain in place while they decided what to do. Her anger grew at the length of time they made her stay there. From beneath her lashes, she watched them prepare the room then lay down on the bed. Naked, even in the dull lighting they were magnificent, their muscles highlighted with shadows.

  “Slave girl, come and stand by the pole,” Piers commanded.

  Instead of talking, she stood and walked over to it. Piers cracked a small whip in the air, startling her.

  “You will reply, ‘yes Master’ each time you are told to do something. Is that understood?”

  Placing her hands on her hips, she raised her chin and defied him. “I will not!”

  “If you want to be a part of this ménage, you will, slave girl.”

  Tara had to stop and think about how badly she wanted it and paused, grudgingly saying, “Yes, Master,” after a breathless moment.

  “You will speak to us with respect. Understand?”

  Swallowing her pride, she nodded. When he stopped and stared at her, the whip dangling from his hand, she quickly said, “Yes, Master.”

  “That’s better. Now, you will pole dance for us.”

  Tara nearly sighed with relief. She taught pole dancing lessons back home and knew how to drive men crazy. Acting like she had no idea, she touched the pole and walked in a circle around it as though sizing it up. Just before she began though, Kona stopped her.

  “Slave girl, you will use the Ben Wa balls before you start. If you drop them, you will be punished.”

  Piers handed her a small red velvet box and waited for her to open it. The balls inside were shiny gold. When she paused, he said, “They are new. No one has used them before.”

  Relieved, she nodded. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. Tara took them from the box before handing it back to him. He placed the box on the dresser, then returned to the bed.

  After she’d inserted the balls, she awaited permission to move on. The balls clanged inside her wet pussy. She could barely breathe as she took the pole in hand and began her dance. Each time she moved, they bumped together and caused her to suck in a breath.

  “Dance for us,” Piers said, his voice low and husky as he turned on some slow, sexy music on the radio. His eyes were pinned to her, and so were Kona’s.

  Sweat beaded her brow as she struggled to hold onto them, clenching her muscles together. She figured that when she was upside down it would be easier to ho
ld onto them, so she took to the pole, lifting herself halfway up before she began to spin on her side, one leg curled around it above her.

  “I see that you have experience in dancing,” Piers said, his eyes focused on her.

  She ignored him and kept swirling around, moving faster and faster. A deep moan escaped as the balls did their work. When she brushed her pussy against the pole, she nearly lost her grip, slipping a little bit. Though she had no intention of doing so, she cried out as an orgasm crashed through her belly, bringing the game to a halt. Sliding down the pole, she landed on her back, hissing from the aftermath of the dance and the blissful feeling of release.

  “Get up and do it again,” Kona ordered, his voice also affected by her actions.

  Breathing heavily, Tara begged, “Please, give me a minute to collect myself.”

  Piers walked over to her, whip in hand, and swatted her on her ass, bringing a shout of surprise from her.

  “What did you say?”

  “I said…oh, please Master, may I have a few moments before I start again?”

  “No. You will begin again now.”

  Not used to being ordered to do something, she almost refused but instead stood up and squeezed the balls harder with the walls of her channel, taking the pole in hand.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Frustration ate at her as she began her pole dance again, her cheeks burning from the fall of the whip. This time she spun around a number of times until it was nearly impossible to hold on, the balls sending her into another orgasm. She was pleased that she managed to keep going. Panting and moaning, she turned her body upside down and slid slowly down the pole until she could turn and dismount.

  When she stood still, she asked, “Is that sufficient, Masters?”

  “It will do for a start,” Piers murmured, holding his cock in his hand. Both men had passion written all over their faces, their rods straight and tall. The air smelled of men and sex yet they had only just begun.

  “I enjoyed that, Piers. Where do we go next?”

  He shrugged. “Well, Kona, it’s time she walked back and forth for a while.”

  Tara knew that walking would be nearly impossible with the Ben Wa balls bouncing back and forth within, but the men wouldn’t let her argue with them. After taking a deep breath, she flexed her Kegels and did her best to pace back and forth, even when the orgasms contracted her channel. Though she struggled to act flirtatious, it was nearly impossible to hide her discomfort. She was nearly in tears when they finally put a stop to the madness.

  “Come, lie on the bed with us,” Piers said slowly. He looked relaxed and pleased with himself. On the other hand, Kona seemed pensive, sitting with his back to the headboard. The smile was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, she doubted that he wanted her.

  “Are you not pleased, Kona?”

  When his eyes changed, she realized her mistake.

  “My apologies, Master Kona, I didn’t mean to disappoint you.”

  A slight smile crooked the corner of his sensual lips.

  “I’m far from disappointed, slave girl. As a matter of fact, I’m amazed by you.”

  His tone was so low and sexy, she trembled, thrilled that he found her worthy. She’d never had such little control before in the bedroom. It was a whole new experience, being the submissive one.

  “I thank you, Master Kona.”

  “I like it when you call me that.”

  “I aim to please you, Master Kona. What will please you, Master Piers?” She was getting right into the game now, working their egos. They had no idea she was play acting…or did they? Wasn’t it part of the game?

  “So far so good, slave girl. Come closer.”

  She approached the bed, only stopping when her knees touched side of the mattress. Kona patted the spot in between the men and urged her to climb up on the huge bed. It took some doing since it was a tall sleigh bed, but she did it.

  I wish I could do this with a little grace, but it’s so big. As a matter of fact, so are they.

  She fought to keep her eyes focused on the pillow as she crawled up the mattress to lie beside them. Neither one made a move while she settled herself. For endless minutes she lay still, the suspense killing her softly. There were dozens of butterflies rolling around in her belly. Just when she was about to shout at them to do something, anything, Piers spoke.

  “Remove the Ben Wa balls, slave girl.”

  She had to sit up to do so, but they came out easily. The scent of her release was strong in the air, as well as the delicious smell of man. Her thighs were slick with the cream from her pussy, as were the balls. Kona took them from her and placed them on the table.

  Trembling now from waiting for them to take action, she began to pant, the tension building with each moment. When Piers wrapped her braids around his hand, she almost cried out with relief but he didn’t do anything other than study her face. He looked lost in thought and didn’t let down his guard to share his heart, but that was what she wanted, wasn’t it?

  It was as if he were psychic when he asked, “What do you want, slave girl?” His hand was steady on her head.

  “I want what you want, Master Piers.”

  “Good answer. Lie on your stomach.”

  “Yes, Master,” she whispered, rolling over.

  He took the pillow away and tossed it on the floor. Slowly, he traced her backbone with a single finger from the neck down, swirling around each vertebra until she couldn’t lie still. The leisurely way he did it nearly drove her mad. Her thighs slick, her pussy was practically purring with the need for him…for them.

  It was all she could do, taking in the aroma of both men. She was seeking heaven when suddenly the whip slapped her ass cheeks. Startled, she hissed, trying to lie still for them.

  “You did very well on the pole, slave girl, but you didn’t call Kona ‘Master’ when he addressed you. Each time you forget, you will be disciplined.”

  She moaned as the whip gently slapped her butt again.

  “I’m sorry, Masters.” I’m not sorry in the least. Just wait until I get them into my bedroom.

  As though Piers read her mind, he said, “You will be submissive and lose the sarcastic tone of voice, slave girl.”

  The whip warmed her cheeks once again, but this time a moan of need escaped her.

  What is it about the pain that’s making me hotter for them? I want…I want so much more.

  Suddenly Tara realized that what she desired was to let her heart go, and that scared her. She rolled over and scrambled off the bed.

  “What are you doing?” Kona asked, his eyes wide with surprise.

  “Are you hurt?” Piers sat up fast.

  All she could do was shake her head and race for the door. Once in the hallway, the door closed tight behind her, she ran to her room and slammed the door, locking it tight. Being a submissive was too much. How could she surrender to them when it meant her heart would be damaged beyond repair?

  They didn’t knock on her door or try to talk to her. The silence was ominous. Had she ruined everything by bailing out? Ashamed of her lack of control, Tara lay on her bed and cried herself to sleep, her bottom stinging as a reminder of what she’d given up.

  Chapter 8:

  Total Submission

  Piers studied the look on Tara’s face as she backed away from the bed. She was afraid of letting herself go, of being submissive. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen a woman react like that, but he’d thought that Tara wouldn’t be the one who did. She, after all, was the one who’d instigated the ménage. What was it about her that turned him on so much? Perhaps it was the fact that she’d left the room on the fly, rather than tell him and Kona what was wrong.

  When Kona left the bed, Piers stopped him.

  “Let her go. She’s okay.”

  Kona frowned. “She might be hurt. Maybe you whipped her too hard.”

  “I didn’t. The whip only stung her bottom. It’s something else that bothered her. She’s a dominant, not a
submissive. For her, giving up control was too hard to face. She’ll come around if she’s serious about the ménage. I’m a dominant like you, but I don’t accept being a submissive. I want the control in the bedroom.”

  “I’m going to go talk to her,” Kona said, donning his pants.

  “No, you’re not. Let her have tonight to think about it and cool off. Right now she’s probably crying her eyes out. As a dominant, that would embarrass her.”

  For a moment, Kona paused. “I suppose you’re right. Shouldn’t we make sure she’s okay?”

  “I have the spare key to her room. Wait a while and we’ll go see if she’s okay. Right now she needs space and we’re going to give it to her.”

  Running his fingers through his long, loose hair, Kona nodded.

  “All right, Piers, but I’m staying here tonight. I want to see her in the morning and apologize.”

  “For what? She’s the one who chose to do this. It’s up to her if she wants to continue it.”

  “You don’t give a damn if she wants it or not, do you?”

  “Look, Kona, I’m okay with whatever she decides. I’m not getting involved with her or anyone else. I’ll participate in a ménage, but that’s as far as it will go. She’ll make her choice one way or the other. There are plenty of other women who’d take her place in an instant, especially Selina.”

  “Selina? You couldn’t wait to get rid of her. Admit it, you’re so hooked on Rae that you’re afraid to get involved and Tara might be the one woman who could break your wall of denial. Get over Rae, Piers. She chose Mateo and is out of your hands.”

  Angered at how right Kona was about his situation, Piers turned his back and climbed out of the bed, putting his pants on.

  “You’re out of line, Kona.”

  “I may be, but you can’t treat Tara like a disposable girlfriend and not expect her to be hurt by it.”

  “She won’t get hurt. She already knows I’m not interested in a relationship. She’s all yours, partner. My job is to teach Kegel classes and that’s it. I’m going to the office to work for a while. See you tomorrow.”