“Then I say it is time you learnt your place.”
“And where is that, sir?”
He let her slide to the floor. “On your knees, my pretty.”
She assumed the position she knew Josh demanded. On her knees, her head to the floor, her hands palms up and her ass in the air, she heard him walk around her prone form. Her pussy was open to his view. Her dark hole too. Against her delicate rose, cool air wafted across her tissues and tormented her with need. In the stillness of the dungeon, Giff’s footsteps returned to them. Then she clamped shut her eyes in ecstasy as Josh trailed the leather of his whip down her sopping wanton slit.
“What do you make of this virgin, brother?” Josh played his part with distinction.
Jo heard the draught raised by Giff’s stride around her submissive body. “Wilful chit.”
“So true.”
“She needs discipline.”
Jo shivered.
Josh’s whip lashed out. But not on her pussy. Across her ass.
She gritted her teeth. She would not flinch. Would not. Years ago, they had begun to use the whip on her out of playfulness and when she had begged them to continue, all three had been astonished. And day after deliciously erotic day, she had become enthralled by the conjunction of pain and pleasure. All three had become addicted to the scene, the punishment, the decadent after-care and rewarding ménage sex.
“Tell me your name, girl,” Giff demanded, and she wondered if he too had changed into his old costume. If he had donned it for any other woman. If he had got any enjoyment from the look on their faces when they saw his fearsome mask with the devil’s horns, the studded straps across his furry chest, the leather pants that were really glorified chaps. His full buttocks in view. His cock, encased in a leather holster, which he loved to unbuckle the moment when fucking his sub was undeniably upon him.
“Your name!” he barked and snapped his own instrument. A flogger. This time gently—gently, thank God—against her tender pussy.
She could not stop herself from undulating. She hadn’t felt this ultimate surrender in years and whatever the sting, the pain, the power, she wanted more of it. “Mary, sir. Mary is my name.”
“Mary, Mary. Quite contrary,” Giff began. “How does your pussy feel?”
Her lips curved up at his interpretation of the old nursery rhyme. “I need your balls and cocks, my lords, all in my mouth.”
“But you are a virgin, girl. How can you want my cum?”
She wiggled her ass at him to invite him to give her more of her favourite punishment. “I’ve never had a man, my lords.”
The flogger trailed between her labia and she ground her teeth together. “If this is so, why does your cunt cream dribble down your thighs?”
“Because for many years when I wanted a strong man inside my pussy, I have played with my cunny, sirs.”
“With your fingers?” asked Josh.
“And licked them off, too, my lords,” she confessed, grinning that they all three recalled how this script went.
At the flick of the whip across the fullness of her ass cheeks, she fought back tears of joy. Ah, yes, they all remembered this so well. She waited for the next lash of Josh’s whip and the simultaneous dart of Giff’s flogger. Had they forgotten she needed more taming? Or…had they left her here? To wait for their return, their domination, her reprieve?
“Sirs?” she asked with meek appeal. “Will you not service me? Please?”
She heard not a sound.
And then she heard rustles and two snaps.
Dildos?
She sucked in air as someone’s lips met her asshole. And someone’s fingers invaded her cunt.
She mewled in gratitude for the attention. “Oh, yes. Please more.”
At once, she was lifted, one arm under her waist, raising her straight up and rolling her to her side as Josh unbuttoned his cock shield and showed her just what he had for her.
“Oh, my God,” she crooned in avid appreciation, licking her lips at the hope of sucking his long, hard rod with the angry red crown. “Can I have that? Lick it?”
“What’ll you do for it?” he asked her, so excited his lips quivered.
“Can I touch?” She shouldn’t even ask, but God, his dick was so stiff that she had to have him. Now. “What’ll I do? Anything, sweetie, anything.”
“Take all of me.”
She wiggled at the invitation. To hell with caressing his length. She had to taste him, drain him dry. She sank her lips over his silky shaft. With careful swipes she took him inside her, loving the feel of his smooth skin, the iron of his flesh. And at her back, hands spanning her cheeks, caressing and kneading the wealth of her flesh there, was Giff. And his giant cock whose girth she recalled so well pressed against the flower of her anus, dressed as it still was in his thick black leather holster.
“I want to milk you and swallow your seed,” she told Josh on a rush. “But give me leave on that kind of fucking, sir,” she said, turning slightly to let Giff know she addressed him. “I cannot take you there today. I haven’t practised. Haven’t used a plug.” Haven’t had a man there since you took me so long ago. “I beg you, don’t tear me. Let me practise.” She whimpered in appeal for the one thing she acknowledged she’d come for. Give me you. “Give me time.”
Giff circled her asshole with his fingers, dipping his thumb inside and setting her aflame. “You think you deserve to be fucked by us more than once?”
She choked back a giggle. You bet your ass, I do. “Oh, yes, sir. I am a good girl. The best to suck, fun to fuck.”
Josh gruffed in laughter while he directed his cock to coat her lips. “How do you know if you’ve never done it before this?”
“I watched my sister do the gardener. And the stable boy. Both at the same time!”
Josh shoved his length fully into her throat while her pussy flooded and pulsed so deeply she held back a cry. “Were they inspiration?”
With a pop, she let his penis go and licked her lower lip. “Oh, yes, sir. All of them. My sister, the gardener and the stable boy did it in so many positions. If you promise to fuck me in all the same ways, sir, I promise I will show you everything I learned.”
“Like what?”
“How to suck you as you eat me. How to finger your ass while I suck on your balls. How to—”
“Well then,” Giff growled as he slid three fat fingers in her pussy, “let’s get to it.”
She clutched him with her strong cunny muscles and hung on.
“Jesus.”
She grinned, so proud of herself.
“Have you practised this, girl?”
“Yes, gripping my own fingers in my cunt.”
“What else do you know?” Giff asked, tugging on her hair to urge her to answer.
“Watch me,” she whispered as she darted forward to capture Josh’s shaft a mere inch from her lips and dripping with his yummy pre-cum. She licked his seam, her gaze rising to his. The only sounds in the room were of her wet sucks of his marvellous rod. Taking him slowly at first, she picked up her rhythm until she darted over him with a steady pace. Moaning at how much he filled her, she decided to torment him with a rapid pace. He groaned and stiffened while she sucked him good and hard.
Josh cried out. “Enough!”
“Take me to bed,” she demanded, though she knew she shouldn’t. Not if she wanted their complete domination and her own submission. Still, the years when she’d done without their dominance had made her bold. “Please.”
“You’re off script,” Giff barked.
Josh was holding his cock, panting. “I need to finish this, bro.”
Jo heard how Josh allowed Giff the lead. Yet she saw how his slit dribbled the cum that she yearned to swallow. “I need to be fucked now.” Her voice was low and stark with want, playtime done for her. “By both of you.”
Hands were all over her as they helped her up. Quickly, the men divested themselves of all attire save their masks and led her towards the tabl
e.
“Lie down,” Josh told her.
Smiling, she arrayed herself over it and scooted down so that her pussy sat on the very edge, open and coated with want. Josh bent to lick her breasts. His fingers drifted down to her slit where he drove inside her and pumped.
She undulated in need, her eyes closing in ecstasy, but wondering where Giff might be.
“Fuck her,” he said at last, and this to his brother.
She should have known he would offer her to his younger brother first. He always did. As if he needed her primed. Her core swollen and pulsing. Her first orgasm spent so that he could take his damn time and make her squirm and cry and beg for it from him.
Josh cupped her head and took her mouth in a tender kiss. “You will finish sucking me later.”
“I will,” she promised. “Now come put your fucking cock inside my empty cunt.”
The crude invitation said so sweetly must have roused Giff, because he cursed a blue streak beneath his breath.
Serves you right for doing your usual delaying tactics. But then all thoughts of satisfaction swept away as Josh played with her frilly folds, his touch tender and coy. He surveyed her wet lips, stroking her nub and petting each petal, crooning to her of how wet and fragrant she was. “All this lovely flesh is ours.”
Then he speared her with his long, very satisfying rod. She arched up, bore down, wanting more and more of him. Christ, she had not had a man in so long that her vision dimmed, her body soared. Her mind blanked. He rocked inside her, fast and furious. He pinched her nipples until she cried out with completion. He soon followed her over the edge, pummelling her with his furious glide. Pulling out, he groaned.
But she was still pulsing. She yelled out to stop him from leaving. One second dashed by when she was empty and in the next, Giff climbed up over her. His heat engulfed her. She plucked at his arms, pulling him nearer, but he tormented her, straddling her hips. “God, how I need you.”
“Want this?” He ran his hand along his absurd length.
Her gaze swept down his torso to the cock that stood so high, so hard, she wondered anew if her meagre little cunt could take him all.
“Want you all over me, around me. Want to take you inside me and never let you go.”
He snorted. “Are you that good a lover?”
This was not in the script. And she grinned at him. “Fuck me and find out.”
He bared his teeth and inched closer to her, cupping her heavy breasts in his two hands and pushing them together. There, with her wealth in his grasp, he ran the flat of his tongue over one of her oh, so sensitive nipples then the other. She bucked. He sat more firmly on her. He opened his mouth and licked her, every inch of her, above her breasts, the crease beneath and the valley. There he twisted his head and bit her aching nipples, once, twice, three times, and suckled her like he’d never let go. At once, he sat up, put his beautiful incomparable shaft between her breasts and ran it up the valley. Lifting her head, she could capture his helmet between her lips every time he came forward. Each time, he groaned. Each time, she sucked harder. And when he began to ram because he was about to come, she turned her head away.
He cursed.
Captured.
She grinned. Ached. Yearned. This was what she’d flown here for. “Do me right, sweetie.”
And he groaned, shaking his head, suddenly looking like he had no choice.
But he gave as good as he got, pushing her thighs wide and settling his face between them. With lusty licks and succulent sounds, he ate her like a starving man. Laving her lips and sucking her dry, he nipped her clit and growled at her when she whimpered. He plunged two fingers up inside her cunt and pumped her until she screamed.
“Yell now, baby,” he ground out as he reared back and rammed her with his magnificent cock. “Yell and tell me you need more.”
She grasped the sides of the table and hung on for dear life as his hips pummelled her and he stabbed her with his rod, grunting and groaning. She thrashed her head on the leather as he drove her up to a madwoman’s scream of delight. She throbbed around him, her whole body shaking with repletion.
He shouted out his release and abruptly left her. Striding away, he grumbled to Josh beneath his breath. Cruelly left alone in her afterglow, Jo fought back her feeling that he had deserted her. She froze when she felt his seed dribbling over her hot creamy folds and down her thighs. Had he not used a condom? She ran a hand through her hair, wondering why.
Josh bent over her, massaging her mound and nuzzling her breast. “Come shower.”
“And bed,” she insisted.
“Let me wash you first.”
“And you must fuck me.” Her hand drifted to his erect penis, still seeping cum and unfulfilled. “You’re so hard, sweetie. I need to satisfy you, too.”
“Later,” he promised, supporting her as she rose from the table.
“Where’s Giff?” she asked, forlorn, because she needed him to watch her coming with Josh. Giff always got off on seeing his brother as happy with her as he had been. Sometimes, he’d even fuck her again himself.
“Coming.”
“Promise?” She slung her arms around Josh’s shoulders, limp as a rag doll from better loving than she’d enjoyed since she’d been eighteen.
“Promise.”
Josh took her to a huge bathroom lined in travertine and studded with living plants. He waved a hand and the two of them clung together in a rain shower. She giggled as the warm spray hit her skin, tingling her senses anew and refreshing her need for Josh to fill her with his cock. He laughed at her kisses, at the way she rubbed her nipples across his chest, then backed her against the wall. With a soft loofah in one hand, he took his damn sweet time. He scrubbed her breasts and her pussy, then licked and sucked her nipples and sank to his feet to nibble at her wildly tender clit.
“No more!” She sagged to the floor.
But he caught her up and carried her to a marble bench in the centre of the shower room. There, he had her straddle him and he fucked her, driving into her with a jackhammer’s force.
Panting, she came with an animal groan. Her cunt was so full of him, she simply couldn’t part with him. His seed spurted inside her, his hips bucking against hers in a steady rhythm that spoke of his gentleness.
Draping her arms over his wide shoulders, her lips to his wet skin as the water rained down on them, she breathed in the sweet security of his embrace. This too was what she’d come for. His tender ministrations to her after Giff had brought her up to orgasm first.
“I’ll never recover from all this attention. It’s been a long time since I’ve been so well fucked by one man, let alone two,” she whispered as he took her from the rain shower to a bench in the main bathroom. There, he sat her in his lap, took a fluffy towel and dried her off, paying careful attention to each curve and crease of her skin. Petting and tweaking her nipples, he set new fires in her channel. She kissed his cheek. “You make me voracious. I want to come again.”
He sucked on one breast, biting her nipple, and twisting in a way that had her recalling his excellent assortment of clamps. A breast man, start to finish, Josh had always adored her girls perhaps more than Giff. “I can oblige you with that, pretty virgin.”
Laughing up into his blue eyes, she shook her wet hair over her shoulders. “No longer.”
“So true. But our lover.”
“Am I?”
He captured her chin and examined her eyes. “Don’t you want to be?”
“I do, but don’t know how. We lead different lives. And—” Her gaze drifted over his shoulder towards the dungeon.
“And you don’t know what Giff wants?”
“No.”
Josh stood her on her feet, steadied her and kissed her lips with lingering tenderness. “Go talk to him.”
“He doesn’t come to me?”
“Never. You know he always provides what others want without asking.”
“That way, he might get things wrong.”
“I agree, Jo. He often does. But his heart is in the right place.”
“Is it?”
“Let me dress you. Then you go find out.”
Chapter Five
Facing the entrance to the living area, Jo ran her hands down her hips. Her bare hips. She gulped, eager yet reluctant to begin her audience with Gifford Spencer. Billionaire, Dom, friend. Irresistible lover.
Her nipples pebbled. Her pussy, still fragrant with sexy musk and wet from the Spencer brothers’ good loving, gushed at the prospect of seeing Giff again. And in this outfit?
She strode forward, the six-inch stilettos that Josh had strapped on her feet higher and tougher to navigate in than the ones she’d worn here to the island. And the black fuck-me shoes couldn’t hold a candle to the itty-bitty bondage thingie Josh had tied her in.
She snorted. Paused.
What could she learn from such an interview?
How to submit. Again.
But there was nowhere to run. Nor to hide. Not from her feelings for the two men. Not from her real intentions when coming here. She’d got fucked. She’d got sex from both of them. But what now?
She wanted to stay. Needed to remain not just for days but for much longer. Would they want her?
She ran her hands over her aching nipples, down her tummy to her juicy slit. They had to keep her. Why else put her in her old bondage costume? Why else save it? They haven’t used it on anyone else, have they?
She gasped at the appalling prospect that they might have tried to replace her.
Find out.
She walked towards the living room in her costume that showed off her generous figure, knowing she was more beautiful in her thirties than she had been as a cheeky eighteen-year-old. Her radical curves were wrapped in black leather straps. Two inches wide, soft as down, strong as concrete, tight as her own skin, the bands wrapped her body, throat to ankles, covering next to nothing. Better or worse for this interview, they showed off her breasts that bulged through the restraints in all their pendulous perky glory. The leather ties accented the width of her hips that few women would covet but these two men did. They showed off the length of her toned legs that could grasp these two men as they screwed her happily silly. Most of all, they left bare her waxed mound. Her straight line of black hair, her landing strip. The plump bulge of her labia. And if anyone took the time and effort to spread her thighs wide, they’d be able to see inside her pussy to her red, ripe cunt and there they could inhale her creamy fragrance and know she was once more ready, willing and able to be fucked. Standing up. Sitting down. Anywhere, anytime as long as the men doing it were the Spencer brothers.
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