by Nikki Sloane
Her hand wandered, tentative. It crept up over the flare of my hip, along my waist, and up. Her knuckles brushed the underside of my breast and scurried away like she was embarrassed. Shit, if she was going to be this shy, this shouldn’t be too hard.
I took her hand in mine and used it to cover my breast. It seemed to do the trick, because she massaged and explored. I could feel the men’s heavy gazes on us, pressing us together. So I sat up straight and grabbed her ponytail, winding it into my fist, tugging her head back with force. It let everyone in the room know who was in charge.
Me.
Doing it exposed her slender, ivory neck, and I put my lips there. Her pulse was racing and her skin was soft. She smelled amazing, like jasmine. Yuriko gave a sharp cry of surprise, but a hot moan followed. Her hand on my breast pinched my nipple and I nipped at her neck in response.
“Hajimeru,” Akira said.
It was as if he’d just cracked a whip. Dominic didn’t need to translate that we’d begun. The submissive woman disappeared and a new Yuriko hovered over me. She shoved my shoulders back until I was flat on the dining table, the men staring down at me. Her mouth turned up in a devious smile, and she leaned over. Her lips found my nipple and she swirled her tongue on the flesh, startling me.
I gripped her head in my hands, holding her to me. It felt good, but listening to the effect on the men was even hotter. Dominic sucked in a deep, loud breath and my pussy clenched. He was going to enjoy the show I was about to put on.
Her mouth sucked at my sensitive, pebbled nipple, and both of her hands tightened on my breasts. She caressed me for a moment as if enjoying the experience, but didn’t stay on my tits long. She was on a mission, after all. I moaned when her lips descended over my belly and arched my back into her trailing kisses. When she closed in on where I was wet, I once again wrapped her ponytail in my fist.
My head rolled toward Dominic as I sighed. Warm breath was between my legs. Then her tongue plunged inside and I stared at him through half-opened eyes, his face full of desire. He was already breathing hard. The tongue caressed up and flicked over my clit, drawing a moan.
“You like watching her lick my pussy?”
He shifted in his seat, adjusting himself. “Yeah, but that pussy’s mine. It only comes for me, don’t forget.”
I gasped as her tongue moved over my flesh, faster now. My eyes closed and I tightened my grip on her hair. Okay, maybe this wasn’t going to be a walk in the park. Flames of pleasure licked at me every time she did. I tugged on her hair, attempting to control. Let’s not get too good at that, Yuriko.
Her head lifted away so she could say something. It was to Dominic, apparently. He came up out of the chair and seized my hands.
“Wait–” I cried, but he moved to the head of the table and stretched my arms out, pinning them to the tabletop. Uh, oh. His hands on me, him looming above with a hint of a smile on his lips . . . this shit just got fucking real.
Her hands had been on my knees, and now they skirted up my thighs, traveling closer to that mouth tasting me. One stopped there, but the other . . . A finger eased inside me. Out. In. Faster. Hotter. I gulped down a huge breath.
“Are you going to be good?” Dominic asked on a low voice.
“Yeah. How much longer?”
He shifted my wrists to one hand so he could look at the watch I’d given him. “You’ve got seven more minutes.”
Oh, Christ. I kept my breathing steady and focused on that. Not her soft tongue or the finger sliding in me. Her pace was slow but that was dangerous. It gave her room to work with. To build need inside me that could erupt with little or no warning. I glanced down at the dark head of hair moving between my legs. It was so erotic. This timid woman was desperate to bring me pleasure. I had to look away.
Dominic leaned down and kissed me, but I turned my head at the last second.
“No. I don’t need any fucking help.”
He grinned, but actually respected my boundary for once. He straightened and his gaze crept back to the woman whose tongue darted all the way inside me. Then, she fucking moaned. Akira exhaled loudly. He seemed to be enjoying the show. The way her pink tongue fluttered on my skin, her mouth shiny from my arousal. Oh, shit. I closed my eyes again, reminding myself not to watch.
“Hanmichi.” Akira’s voice rang out.
“Halfway,” Dominic echoed. “Is it starting to get difficult?”
It was difficult about four minutes ago, but I didn’t want anyone to know that. “I can handle it.” It might have been more believable if I wasn’t panting when I said it. A second finger pushed its way alongside the first, filling me with more acute need. I bit down on my bottom lip to quiet the moan.
“You are so fucking sexy like this,” he said in that deep, rough voice. “All crazy and desperate to hold it together. It turns me on like you can’t imagine.”
“That shit is . . . Not. Helping.” My eyes opened and sought relief somewhere that didn’t make me think about him or the woman lashing me with her tongue where I was swollen and aching. I’d hoped looking at Akira might do the trick, but I was dead wrong. His gaze was on Yuriko, studying her, but he must have felt my eyes on him. His head turned slowly and he gave me the full intensity of his stare.
It was ruthless. Brutal.
The sudden desire to please him was crushing. I couldn’t fail at this, because if I did, who knew what this man would do to me via Dominic? Akira looked like he knew a thousand ways to please and punish. I choked back a panicked, excited gasp.
“Three more minutes.”
Akira repeated the warning to Yuriko and she let loose a sound of frustration. She used the fingers of one hand to spread me open to her hurried tongue, and continued to fuck me with her other hand, plunging deeper and deeper.
“Shit,” I murmured under my breath. That felt really fucking good. I tried to shift away from her, but Akira didn’t like that. His sharp tone was directed at Dominic.
“Don’t cheat, devil woman.”
“Give me back my hands,” I pleaded. I needed to slow this train way the fuck down.
“Come on, you can do this. It doesn’t feel as good as my cock, does it?”
What the fuck? Like I needed to think about that right now. I tugged at his hold on my wrists, but it just made his grip tighten. Oh, I was in trouble now. I couldn’t stop the moans from rolling out of me, or my back from bowing off the table.
Prickly anticipation washed over my skin. I was getting close. Too close. She could sense it too. The urgent pace of those delicate fingers fucking me was dangerous. I willed my hips to stay still and not match her rhythm.
“Ninety seconds.”
I started counting in my head. I pictured the numbers. She was as desperate as I was. Her hand abandoned my clit and crawled up to grab one of my tits, squeezing hard.
“Oh, god . . .”
I gulped down air. The fingers inside me retreated, and she used them to tap my clit. Short, sharp, and rapid taps, followed by hard and furious rubbing. She spoke to me directly, either begging or pleading.
“Shit, oh shit . . .” My body screamed for release. It demanded the rush of pleasure I was barely holding back. I just had a fingertip’s grip on control on it.
“Thirty seconds, almost there.” Dominic’s voice was hurried and he spoke over Akira, who’d risen from his chair as we closed in on the deadline.
I wasn’t going to make it. Her fingers pushed at just the right stop, stirring me into a meltdown. No, I told myself. Just wait. At some point my black pumps had fallen off, and now my heels scored down the table.
That hot mouth. She used both hands, one on the outside and one jammed what felt like three fingers deep inside me. I cried out with pleasure. No, no, no . . .
I was trembling and writhing, my forehead wrinkled in concentration. Everyone was talking at me, Dominic urging me to hold back, and I could only guess what Yuriko was asking me to do. Certainly everyone was watching. Payton McCreary wasn’t the app
etizer tonight. I was the motherfucking main course.
“Ten seconds.” His hands coursed up my arms, sliding past my elbows. I held my breath. The weight of the orgasm was crushing and my heart wanted to burst out of my chest.
“Dominic,” I cried. Wait!
A hand curled around the bottom of my chin and tilted it up to him. “Three . . . two . . . one. Come for me. Right now.”
chapter
TWENTY-FOUR
I shattered. And I screamed, but it was silenced under Dominic’s kiss as I came undone like I hadn’t before. The sun had been liquefied and poured over my skin, followed by acute pleasure that burned and disconnected my brain. I lost all sensation except for the heat and satisfaction of his words. I’d pleased both men without touching them. That made the orgasm last longer. My back banged against the table when I flopped back down on it, returning lazily to reality one deep breath at a time, all the while kissing him. His command broke me into pieces, but that kiss put me back together.
When the kiss ended, Dominic and I both turned our attention to our Japanese friends. Yuriko was standing between my legs, one hand on my knee, but her fearful gaze was on her Master. Akira spoke a long sentence that forced her gaze downward.
“He said, you didn’t try very hard, perhaps you wanted to fail. Take off your dress.”
Yuriko’s hands went to the knotted belt on her hip. As she undid it, her eyes flitted to Dominic’s for a moment then on to mine. Once the time limit had passed, she’d retreated back into her submissive role, and now she looked shy. Nervous.
The dress fell open and dropped off her shoulders, exposing her lacy white bra and panties. She looked almost virginal, but maybe this was on purpose. Maybe Akira had commanded her to wear that.
She wasn’t curvy, but had a beautiful, slender body. I was jealous of her long, thin legs, narrow hips, and her perfectly flat stomach. Her breasts weren’t huge, but nicely proportional. Akira was a lucky man.
“Tell her that she’s beautiful,” I said to Dominic.
He paused.
“What is it? You don’t think so?”
“No, I do. There’s, like, six different ways to say everything in Japanese. It’s all about context, so I’m trying to find the right way to say it without making her uncomfortable.”
Words finally spilled from Dominic’s mouth and Yuriko blushed. Then Akira grabbed a handful of her hair and shoved her forward so she was bent over on top of me, her face on my chest. Her head lifted and her startled gaze found mine. We both heard Akira’s belt unbuckle, judging from her reaction. Holy shit, he didn’t want to waste any time, huh? I turned my head to Dominic while my arms closed around her tight body.
There was discussion between the men and I didn’t need the translation. When I lifted my head to peer at Akira over Yuriko, I saw him coil the belt in a fist, leaving the tail of it out as he stepped up behind her. He feathered the edge of the belt over her back, tracing patterns as he worked his way down. She shivered in my arms. Then her soft ponytail of hair spilled over me as she laid her ear down between my breasts, her eyes closed, her lips whispering something.
“She’s saying, I need this, Master.”
The belt slammed down on the table just outside my leg, making us both jump.
“He said, your needs are my concern, not yours.”
His first lash was a gentle slap of leather against the back of her panties. Like he was warming her up to it.
“Ichi, Arigatō,” she said. One, thank you.
I let out a sigh when she nuzzled between my breasts and her delicate hands cupped them. There was a louder slap of leather and she flinched.
“Ni, Arigatō.”
My hand wrapped around the back of her neck, stroking down the length of her spine. This time the leather whipped as it hit her and she gasped.
It was shocking to be under her while this happened. I could feel every crack of his belt against her through her soft body, but not feel the pain. At first I begin to wonder what that pain would feel like. And then as the lashes became more intense . . . I began to want it. But what about him?
Dominic had moved from the head of the table to my side, watching the scene play out. As Akira’s blows increased, he spoke to Dominic. Like he was demonstrating. I got a tingling, anticipatory shudder at the thought. Those blue eyes studied the movements of Akira’s hands as if determined to pick up every detail of the lesson.
The woman lying on me was moaning. Not in pain, but what looked and sounded like ecstasy. I brushed my fingers over the clasp of her bra and dared to look at Akira. I wanted the fabric gone so I could have all of her warm skin on mine.
His dark eyes were intense but it looked like he understood what I’d asked without words. “Hai.”
I undid the hook and pulled the straps off her shoulders. She rose up on her hands and pulled the bra off, showing me her round breasts and small, dark nipples that were already hard. She looked so sexy topless, I had to touch her. I crushed my hand to her heaving chest as she lay back down on me. Her skin was softer than silk.
“Roku, Arigatō.”
Yuriko had made it to six, barely jumping with each new strike. I was out of control and touching her firm tits wasn’t enough anymore. My fingers walked down her back and to her hips, hooking under the top of her panties. Once again, I checked with her Master if this was allowed.
“Hai.”
I eased the lace down one side at a time, inch by inch, until her ass was completely uncovered. Since I was trapped beneath her on the table, I couldn’t get them more than halfway down her thighs, so I left them bunched there.
She whimpered when the leather snapped against her bare flesh, but she thanked him, over and over again. I snaked a hand between our bodies to try to slip a finger inside her, but she was too far away. My fingertips barely brushed over the short patch of hair she had down there.
Akira’s hand closed on her shoulder and pulled her upright. Whatever he said next made Dominic exhale loudly.
“I didn’t understand the first part, but he wants her to play with you while he finishes punishing her.”
I stayed right where I was on the table, but my breath caught. “I want your cock in me.”
His chest rose and fell. Obviously Dominic wanted that. He’d finished unbuttoning his shirt at some point and it hung open, giving me a peek at the sculpture of muscle that he was. His hand went to his crotch and tried to smooth out his erection, adjusting himself. It was so fucking sexy.
Yuriko tugged her panties down the rest of the way, revealing the tiny landing strip of fuzz at the delta of her legs. Color flushed her face, but she didn’t remain standing there. She walked to the closet and dug items out of the bag she’d been carrying, bringing them back to the table.
A bottle of lube in one hand, a silver starter toy in the other. She set them beside me and placed her hands just outside my hips, her breasts swinging over me. Fuck, she looked gorgeous. I stroked a hand from one breast to the other, teasing her nipples.
She took one lash from his belt in that position before dipping her head down and tasting me again. I felt . . . wild. I was so far gone in enjoyment, I didn’t notice much of what was going on around me. The men were talking again, but it wasn’t for instruction.
The back of Dominic’s hand brushed on my shoulder. “Slide over here.”
He helped me move over so I was right at the side of the table, still on my back. Still getting teased by Yuriko’s tongue that licked at just the right spot. Dominic undid his belt. Unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. The fabric slid down his legs and in a single breath, his boxers were tugged out of the way and his cock was out.
“Yes,” I panted. I wrapped a firm grip on him, stroking from the tip all the way to the base.
“You want this? Open up.”
He wasn’t gentle when he shoved inside my mouth, and that was fine with me. I’d learned the taste of Dominic and now I craved it. I loved feeling him slide between my lips, his velvet ski
n on my tongue, the struggled breaths he took when I brought him to the brink. He set a hand on my jaw, controlling my pace.
There was a smack of leather against skin and the mouth sucking at my clit paused. Lips moved over my flesh as she spoke. Ten, thank you.
I sucked at Dominic and stared up at him. My heart was crashing in my chest. Abruptly the mouth on me was gone as Japanese came from Akira. Her knees thudded on the table as she climbed up, posing over me on her hands and knees. What was the plan now? She came close, watching as I hollowed out my cheeks. I pulled him out of my mouth with a loud pop, only to clench him in a hand.
Dominic shook his head in response to Akira’s question. “Īe.”
Another word I knew. No. I pumped him with my fist, smoothing my thumb over the tip and he groaned.
“What did he just ask you?” I said.
“If I wanted her to help you.”
My hand paused. Really? He didn’t want two women to go down on him at once? He wrapped his hand around mine and urged me to stroke him again.
“Doing that,” he said, “might mean you’d have to do the same to him.”
Oh. Yeah, that made sense. He didn’t want to share me with another man. Yuriko let out a moan that stole my attention. The bottle of lube was gone from the table and the cap popped open. Her almond-shaped eyes peered down at me and she snared her bottom lip in her teeth. Akira was preparing to push that soft limit.
I kept one hand on Dominic, stroking and twisting, but my other hand reached up and slipped behind her neck, holding her head, trying to reassure. The lube clunked on the table and Akira snatched up the toy. Yuriko was trembling, but it didn’t seem like she was going to say no. In fact, her face was unreadable. She might have been trembling from excitement.
“Relax,” I whispered in a soothing voice, and Dominic echoed my words in Japanese. “You might not like it at first, but it’ll feel good.”
