by Jane Jamison
They both leaned forward then, resting their elbows on their knees, their piercing gazes locked onto her.
“Like we told you, it’s up to you. But if you want to be with us, then you have to accept what we say. Trust us. You’re going to love it.”
Brody’s voice was even sexier when he spoke in a low, intense voice. She swallowed, all too aware that the sound was enough to set her heart dancing and her pussy throbbing.
“Brody’s right. If you didn’t like this, you would’ve already put a stop to it.”
Wiley took a sip of his wine. “Judging from the way you were at the car and then again at Hope House, it’s obvious that you like being submissive to us. You do, don’t you?”
She wanted to say she wasn’t, but she couldn’t bring herself to lie. She’d wanted a man who would take control, not in an abusive kind of way, but to bring out a side of her that had lingered deep within her. She liked the idea that the men would command her and she would obey. To please them would give her joy. Yet she wasn’t sure how far it would go or even how to react in the right way.
“Tell us the truth, Michelle. Admit it to yourself. You’ve waited a long time to find a man who would know how to make you his. How to give you the kind of pleasure you’ve been dying for.”
“Y-yes.”
Brody’s hand brushed her cheek. “Good girl. Now stand up.”
She did as she was told, barely keeping her moan silent.
“Take off your dress,” ordered Wiley.
She paused, suddenly shy.
“Do you remember your safe word, baby?”
She couldn’t speak. Could only nod.
“Do you want to use it?”
She shook her head. That was the last thing she wanted.
“Then do it.”
With shaky hands, she reached up and slid the spaghetti strap off her right shoulder. The dress fell away, exposing the curve of her breast.
The lust that flared on their faces brought a fresh wave of juices to wet her pussy. Their yearning for her also brought a kind of wild power to her. They were in control and yet she was gaining so much, reveling in the pleasure of submitting to them
Brody leaned back against the couch. “Good girl. Now the other side.”
She took the left strap and ran it down her arm as she crossed her arms in front of her to hold up the falling dress and cover her breasts.
Wiley shook his head, his dark eyes darkening even more. “No, baby. Don’t cover up. You’re too beautiful to cover up.”
“But—”
Wiley snapped his fingers, quieting her. “Don’t talk.” His smile softened his rebuke. “Remember this. When we want you to speak, we’ll tell you to.”
“And one more thing, Michelle.” Brody thrust out his chin. “When you talk to us during sex, you call us sir.”
“You’re kidding.” Shocked that she’d spoken out loud right after getting admonished for speaking, she clapped a hand over her mouth and let the dress fall to puddle at her feet.
“Damn.”
“She’s perfect.” Brody reached for his glass and downed the whole drink. “Now put your arms at your side.”
She bit her bottom lip. She had to obey him. Hell, she wanted to obey him. The farther they went, the more excited she became. They’d turned her on from the first moment she’d seen them, but they were taking that desire to another level. A level she’d never explored before. She’d fantasized about strong men taking charge. Especially men like these who were real heroes willing to risk their lives for others. And now it was happening.
She dropped her arms to her sides. The air from the air conditioner flowed over her, adding chills to the goose bumps.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.” Brody smiled and poured himself another glass. “Good girl. I’m glad you remembered.”
“That doesn’t mean you’re not going to get punished for talking when you weren’t asked to. Do you get that, baby?”
“Yes.” At the arch of Wiley’s eyebrow, she added, “Sir.” The sound of it was strange, yet exciting.
“Come here, baby.”
She came around the end of the table and stood next to him. He bent over, putting his face close to her mons, then brushed his fingers through the curly hair. She jerked, then forced herself to settle down. Yet that was easier said than done with his fingers teasing her slit.
“I want you smooth, baby. Get that taken care of before the next time.”
The next time? So this wasn’t a one-off any more than their time on her car or at Hope House? “Yes, sir.”
“She’s learning quickly. That’s a good thing.”
“Just another one of her many good traits.” Wiley’s dark gaze met hers and a soft smile covered his lips. Keeping his eyes linked to hers, he flicked out his tongue and swept it over the seam of her pussy lips.
“Do you want to use your safe word now, baby?”
“No, sir.” Her body shook, the need almost overwhelming her ability to think, to answer. If he didn’t do more soon, she’d have to get on her knees and beg him.
His hand slipped behind her and grabbed her butt cheek. She flinched, then let out a mewl when he pressed his face to her pussy lips and drew in a long, slow breath.
“She smells so sweet. Hot and wet and sweet.”
A shudder ran through her. She needed him, needed them, but she kept her mouth shut. Still, if she spoke, would she get more punishment? Could this delight even be called punishment? If it was, she was definitely going to earn more of them.
Brody stood, making her fearful that he was leaving. She watched him as he went into the kitchen and rummaged through the drawers. He returned with a spatula, slapping the flat part of it against his palm. When he got close again, he pushed the table farther from the couch.
“I should’ve brought our own things, but we had a fire run right before we came. I won’t forget them next time.”
There it was again. The wonderful words again. Next time.
“Turn around and put your hands flat on the table, Michelle. Stretch out your body.”
She wondered if he’d ever refer to her with a term of endearment like Wiley’s baby. But then again, the way he said her name was sexy as hell. She turned with Wiley’s help, then bent over, all too aware that she was putting her generous-sized butt in Wiley’s face.
“Aw, shit.”
At first she worried that he’d meant his expletive in a bad way. But when Wiley dug his fingers into her ass and pulled her to him, her worries were gone.
“Spread your legs, baby.”
She did, then glanced between her legs. Her body shook, her legs trembling as anticipation of what came next unnerved her.
“You know you deserve a punishment for talking back, don’t you, Michelle?”
“Yes, Brody. Um, sir.” She jolted to feel the rubber piece of the spatula slide down her spine. Was he really planning on using that on her?
He ran it back along her spine, then across her shoulder blades. “Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
A slapping noise made her jump again as he landed the spatula against his palm. She lowered her head, hoping to see Wiley. He waited, his hands together and letting Brody take the lead.
When the first hit came, she squealed more from the surprise than from the pain. Although it hurt, it wasn’t bad. In fact, a second slap of the spatula against her butt cheek gave her an even better feeling of quick pain that spread over her skin. With every flick of the makeshift sex tool, the pain was a little more intense and that much more pleasurable. She moaned, then whined, as he flicked first one cheek, then the other. She pushed her butt higher, hoping to entice him to do more. To do it harder.
“Are you all right, Michelle?”
She moaned, then turned her head to the side to see him. Brody swept her hair out of her face, then clutched it and brought his mouth to hers. She moaned again as his tongue forced its way into h
er mouth. His kiss was hungry, devouring her, turning her on even more. When he turned her hair loose, she couldn’t stop herself from complaining.
“I want more. I want both of you.”
The slap to her rump was harder still. “Don’t talk, Michelle. Not unless we tell you to.”
Wiley slipped to the floor, putting his body between her spread legs. Shifting around, he leaned his back against the table, got into a perfect position, and grinned up at her. “Damn, but she’s even prettier from this angle.”
Her hair draped in front of her and her breasts bounced as he lifted his hands to fill his palms. Scooting higher, he took one of her taut nipples into his mouth and sucked. The sensation, coupled with a succession of quick slaps from Brody, brought about her climax. She cried out, closing her eyes and keeping her weight on her arms to steady her.
“Shit, no. Not yet.”
Wiley separated her labia, then covered her with his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her clit. The intensity of her release leapt impossibly higher. He sucked, making satisfied noises as he slid his tongue from one end of her slit to the other, drinking up her delicious cream.
“That’s it, Michelle. Let him drink.”
Wiley pushed his face even harder against her, his hands gripping her butt now that Brody had stopped spanking her. He lapped her up, sucking her clit inside, then whipping his tongue over it. She moaned, unable to withstand making any sounds. If they punished her for it, then she wouldn’t complain. Hell, she’d rejoice.
“Do you want us to fuck you, Michelle?”
She couldn’t speak. Not with Wiley suckling on her sensitive nerves the way he was doing. His fingers dug into her flesh, giving her a different kind of pain than the spatula had.
She cried out as Brody took a hunk of her hair and jerked her head up. He studied her, his eyes gleaming.
“Didn’t you hear me? Tell me your answer.”
“Yes, sir. I want you both to fuck me.”
Wiley pushed her pussy lips farther apart and took her clit in his teeth. He had a talented mouth and knew exactly what to do with it. A spank brought her attention back to Brody. He slid his hands down and wrapped one arm around her legs, steadying her.
Thwack. Brody slapped her rump again, this time with the flat of his hand. “How do you want it? With me in front and Wiley in the back? Would that be good, little one?”
Little one. That was better than her name. It made her feel diminutive in size, like a sweet doll to his massive manhood.
“Yes. Please.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.
She wanted to beg him to call her little one again, but didn’t dare. And couldn’t once Wiley thrust two fingers into her pussy. She cried out as a fresh wave of lust flooded her.
“Get up and onto the table.”
At first she didn’t understand. Then, when Brody moved the tray off the table and Wiley slid out from between her legs to move the stack of books to the floor, she knew.
“Why on the table? My bedroom’s down the—”
The smack against her rump silenced her. Brody tugged her to a standing position.
“What did I say about talking? Answer.”
“Not to talk unless you tell me to, sir.”
“That’s right. Now be quiet.” He motioned for her to get on top of the heavy coffee table.
She crawled on top, getting on her hands and knees. Her bottom faced Brody as Wiley grabbed one of the long cylinder-shaped pillows from the couch. He unzipped it and pulled the foam out, then zipped it back up. He took another couch pillow and did the same thing.
She soon found out what he wanted with them when he tossed one to his brother. Brody bent over, then wrapped the soft material around her wrist. A tinge of fear jumped to life, but she held still as he tied the other end to one of the table legs.
“Don’t be afraid, little one. You can use your safe word anytime you want. If you do, then everything stops.”
She nodded, unsure if she was allowed to do that instead of answering. He didn’t seem to mind. Once Wiley had done the same to her other hand, she took a deep breath and felt relief. She knew they wouldn’t hurt her. More, she knew she was right where she belonged.
* * * *
Brody had meant to question her about the fires again first. But he’d thought to do that over dinner. Then when he’d seen her, so sexy and sweet at the same time in the almost see-through sundress, he’d forgotten all about it. There would be time enough for that afterwards.
His cock strained at his jeans. Michelle was taking to the dom play better than he’d have thought she would. In fact, he could tell from the pink glow of her face that she loved every second of it. Although he’d enjoyed spanking her with the spatula, she was in an even better position. But he’d let Wiley handle that. He wanted to do something other than spank her.
He stood at the end of the table and tracked his fingers through her hair. She responded by turning so that his hand would caress her cheek. His cock throbbed and he was pleased that she ached for his touch.
“Watch.”
She lifted her head as best she could.
He started to get undressed, first tugging his shirt out of his jeans and over his head. He tossed it to the side. Her eyes glazed over with desire, thrilling him that she found his body attractive. Yet when her attention dropped from his chest to the waistband of his jeans, he almost lost control. The hunger in her eyes drove him insane. He undid his jeans then, kicking off his shoes, dropped them to the floor. He shoved them aside, watching her keep her gaze locked to his cock as it jerked with his movements.
“Is my cock big enough for you, little one?”
“Yes, sir.” Her voice was filled with need.
“Do you want to suck it?”
“Please.”
He didn’t bother chastising her for not saying sir. His own craving clogged his throat.
Wiley, having gotten undressed while her attention was on him, crawled on top of her. She sucked in a breath, then turned to look at him. Taking her chin, he brought her mouth to his and kissed her deeply. When Wiley let her go, she was panting hard.
“Suck it.” He had to have all her focus before Wiley stole more of it. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy watching his brother play with her. They’d talked about it often.
He took a step closer and brushed the tip of his cock along her mouth. His pre-cum wet her pouty lips and she licked it off before opening her mouth. He slid his cock into her warm, wet mouth and gave a long, low moan.
“That’s it, baby. Suck on him. In the meantime, I’m taking what’s mine to take.” Wiley donned a condom he’d had in his pocket, then sat on the table, putting his legs on the outside of hers. He took hold of her hips, positioning her just right, then slipped his cock inside her pussy.
He was sure his brother was feeling all kinds of good, but the mewl she gave rippled over his cock, giving him an extra vibration along his dick. He pushed in and out and saw her yanking on her bindings, wanting to take hold of him. He laughed, then withdrew his cock until only the tip of it remained in her mouth. She sucked harder, hollowing her cheeks as she tried to hang on to him. The popping noise of her failure was followed by a moan of defeat.
“It’s okay, little one. You can have it back.”
She took him in again as he shoved it even farther back into her mouth. The delectable friction of her sucking him in, then whipping her tongue around him threatened to take him to the end, but he held on. It was a difficult thing to do, wanting to come, yet wanting to make the pleasure continue. She swirled her tongue over and around him, then flicked it out to tease his balls.
Wiley shoved into her, bucking his hips back and forth. His thrusts bumped her toward Brody’s cock, helping him to sink his cock deeper into her mouth. She choked once, but didn’t give up and didn’t complain.
“I’m proud of our little one. She’s handling both of us without a problem.” He tunneled
his fingers through her soft, luxurious hair. “Do you like sucking my cock while my brother fucks you? Answer.”
She moaned her response and kept sucking then releasing him, then sucking again.
“God, but she feels good, bro.” Wiley’s eyes were closed, his expression tense. “She’s so tight. Just like we knew she’d be.”
He thrust harder, faster, matching the increased fervor of Wiley’s pounding. Wiley leaned back, pulling her more on top of him, and snaking his hand around to massage her clit. He felt her suck harder, a result of his brother rubbing her clit. Her body was perspiring, as theirs were, and stiffening as her release built higher.
Brody had to ease forward to accommodate his brother. When she turned him loose, he was the one who started to complain.
“Please, sir, my arms.”
He hated himself in that moment. They should’ve paid more attention to her bindings. “It’s okay, little one.” He quickly yanked her arms free. “I’m sorry you’re hurting and it’ll never happen again.”
“No. It’s not that.” She smiled up at him, then let out a cry as Wiley slammed his cock harder than ever. “You didn’t hurt me. I just can’t get into the position—oh!—that he wants me in.”
“Careful, Wiley.”
Wiley, caught in the throes of passion, could only nod his head.
Michelle wrapped her hand around his cock and brought it back into her mouth. He groaned, trying to hold out, when she screamed at whatever Wiley had done. Her cries were muffled as he shoved his cock farther inside. His balls drew up when she lifted her lust-filled gaze to his.
Heat swamped him in the same moment that his brother opened his eyes and sought out his. They were both on the edge and she’d pushed them over.
He clutched her mane as the fire took over, swelling his balls and zipping up his shaft. With his own cry, he let his cum free. His body jerked, his muscles rippling as though he’d finished running a marathon. Burst after delicious burst of his seed filled her mouth.
Wiley’s and Michelle’s shouts of release joined his. Their bodies’ shudders met each other’s then swept along until they were joined in one orgasmic climax. Cum ran down Michelle’s chin then dropped to the top of the table.
