by Desiree Holt
“Now yours, girl,” he told her. “Choose wisely.”
“Yes, Master.” She searched through the cards as if looking for a certain one. Then, with her lips quirked in a tiny smile, handed the one she chose to Hunter.
He burst out laughing and showed it to Taylor. “My girl is way ahead of us.” The picture on the card was of a man on his back, his cock in the woman’s pussy, and a second man behind her pushing his own shaft into her ass. But even more than that, the man on the bottom had a small vibrator in one hand that he applied to the woman’s clit.
He looked at Delaney. “You sure about this, girl?”
“Yes, Sir. I have dreamed of serving two Masters.”
Had she, now? Had that been what was missing from their situation? Had he really guessed right about her needs?
“Very well, then.” He fetched the things they’d need from the racks on the wall and a chest set to one side. He handed the silk blindfold to his brother. “Be my guest.”
When Taylor had the silk securely in place, he took a moment to run his hands over every inch of Delaney’s body. He paused at her breasts to knead them and pluck her nipples, then he slid one finger through her slit.
“She gets turned on easily,” he noted.
“That she does.”
Hunter guided her to where handcuffs dangled from chains fastened to the ceiling, ordered her to raise her arms, and locked one manacle around each wrist. Then he fastened each ankle with a cuff bolted to the floor, so she was forced to stand with her legs wide apart. She would need the chains to hold her in place and to grip hard when they began using the flogger. Then he took his own tactile tour of her curves. When he slid his hand between her thighs he realized she was indeed soaking wet already.
Club Fantasy stocked metal clothespins and those were what he’d chosen for the evening, implements plated in gold that caught the soft ceiling lights. He pinched each nipple hard, squeezing it until blood rushed to it before attaching each clamp. Delaney sucked in her breath but made no attempt to draw back from him. He knew from experience she was a moderate pain junkie, a tendency that made him hard as a spike. Which was exactly what was happening now.
“One on your clit tonight, just like on the card.”
She nodded and obediently widened her stance. He knelt before her, spread her labia and attached the clothespin to her hot nub. She moaned slightly, but the little gush of cream told him how much it turned her on.
When he rose he began to remove his own clothes, and nodded at his brother to do the same. Then he moved over to Delaney who stood with manacled hands raised above her head, face lifted. He wanted a hot kiss before they began to play in earnest, and the feel of her ass beneath his hand. Cupping her chin he took her mouth in an open kiss, thrusting his tongue down her throat. As their tongues danced together he lifted his hand and brought the palm down hard on her ass. She jerked slightly then stiffened herself as he slapped her again. And again.
Taylor moved over to stand on Delaney’s other side, placed one hand against the little curve of her stomach and applied his own hand to her buttocks. As if they’d done this a million times—and truthfully, on the rare times they’d had the opportunity, the two of them had done this—they alternated spanking her, first one then the other, until her ass was a gorgeous shade of red. Delaney jolted slightly at each application but the soft moans coming from her mouth spoke of her pleasure.
Taylor was the one who slid his hand beneath her thighs, probing her pussy and bringing out his fingers coated with her juices. He sucked them into his mouth, groaning with pleasure, then wrapped one hand around his very rigid shaft.
“I’m not sure I can wait until we get through all the cards before fucking her,” he told his brother. “Man, you have a real treasure here.”
“Don’t I know it.” He tugged on the clothes pins, rewarded with Delaney’s attempts to squeeze her legs together. Teasingly, he played with the clothespin on her clit, pulling it lightly and twisting it just a little. “Remember,” he warned her. “Don’t come. Not until we give you permission.”
“Y-Yes, Master. Yes, Sir.” She tossed her head back and drew in a deep breath.
Hunter wasn’t sure which of them was more turned on as they proceeded through the cards. Taylor had always been an expert with the cat o nine tails flogger, wielding it with just the right twist of the wrist for maximum pain, stimulation, and minimal bruising to the skin. As he swept it back and forth Hunter continued to toy with the clothespin on Delaney’s clit, tugging and pulling just enough to stimulate it and keep her on the thin knife-edge of arousal. Her cries of pleasure at the pain she so loved were as erotic as the actual things they were doing.
He couldn’t keep himself from stroking his cock now and then, anxious for the moment when he could plunge it into his girl’s tight pussy. He would give Taylor the honor of her ass, something that drove Delaney absolutely wild.
“I don’t know about you,” Taylor said, tossing the flogger aside, “but if I don’t get inside her soon my dick might fall off.”
Hunter rose, brushed a kiss against Delaney’s mouth. He could tell from the way she held herself she was already deep in subspace, pushed hard into it by the flogger. He also knew she was so close to orgasm almost anything could push her over.
“Are you ready for this?” he whispered in her ear?”
“Yes. Sir. Please.”
“Okay.” He kissed her cheek. “Our pleasure.”
He and Taylor both rolled on condoms, then he unfastened her wrists while Taylor freed her ankles. Finally he removed the clothespins, sucking each nipple as pain surged into them and rubbing her clit to ease the same. Taking her hand he led her over to the big chair he liked so much, lowered himself into it and positioned her so she straddled him. He nodded to his brother. “How about giving me a hand here.”
Taylor gave him a hot look and knelt in front of the chair. Hunter lifted Delaney just enough to allow him to prod her entrance with the head of his cock. Taylor reached between them to hold open her labia while Hunter eased his thickness into her waiting tunnel.
“God, her pussy lips are so wet and pink. I want a taste of them before I go back on the road.”
“I’m pretty sure we can arrange that.” Hunter sucked in a breath as Delaney’s wet heat closed around him. “But not right this minute,” he added in a strained voice.
“Gotcha.”
Hunter adjusted the chair so it leaned back, taking Delaney with him. The he handed Taylor a small tube of gel. “Here you go.”
Next time, he thought, I’ll have to arrange for a standing mirror here so I can watch while Taylor slides his dick into Delaney’s ass. For now he contented himself with feeling his brother’s fingers sliding into that hot channel as he slicked her with gel and massaged it into the tissues. The wall of tissue separating the two entrances was so thin that he could feel every touch, every ripple, every glide and stretch.
Then Taylor was ready, and the feel of his brother’s wide shaft easing into Delaney, rubbing against his own penis, was so erotic he could hardly control himself. In his arms Delaney was moaning softly and panting, and he knew she was doing her best to hold back until he gave her permission to come. When Taylor nodded at him they began a dance they’d done many times before in their lives. As one eased in the other slid nearly out and then in reverse. In, out, back, forth, slowly, then faster, faster, faster.
“Please,” Delaney begged, holding onto him for dear life. “Please, Master, Please, Sir. I need to come so badly.”
So did he, as a matter of fact. He lifted the tiny vibrator from the table, thumbed it on and pressed it against her clit. That was all it took for her, and as her spasms gripped her body she set off the response in both men. Jesus! Hunter gritted his teeth as his cock pulsed inside her, Taylor’s shaft doing the same, Delaney’s tight pussy walls clamping down on him like a clenched fist. They shook, all of them, with intense tremors, the orgasm so powerful Hunter was sure they’d all b
een tossed into space and caught by a whirlwind.
Just when he was sure he’d have a heart attack, the tremors slowed, subsided, replaced by little aftershocks. The music still drifted into the room, only now the counterpoint was the raw rasping of breath and the sounds of sexual satisfaction.
He finally roused himself, reached over and tapped Taylor, signaling him to withdraw. As soon as he did Hunter lifted Delaney to ease from his body. They quickly disposed of their condoms then attended to their exhausted sub. Hunter held her in his lap while Taylor applied healing salve to the marks on her ass. Then he wrapped her in the heated quilt while Taylor fed her sips of water and stroked her hair.
“That’s some sub you’ve got there,” Taylor said, his voice still raw with need.
“Don’t I know it?” He kissed Delaney’s forehead. “How about it, sweetheart? You think we should ask Taylor to make our place home base when he’s not running around the world?”
“Our place?” She looked at him with eyes still slightly hazy. “We don’t have an ‘our’ place.”
“We will pretty soon if you say yes.” He kissed her lightly. “This worked pretty well tonight. Think we can give it a shot? I know how I feel about you and I’m pretty sure I know how you feel about me. But something’s been holding you back.”
“Not any more.” She snuggled against him. “This is what I was missing. The third piece of our puzzle.” She reached for Taylor and brought him close enough to give him a kiss. “You complete us, Taylor. Together, we’re three of a kind.”
Taylor threw his head back and laughed. “I like that. Three of a kind.”
“And now,” Hunter said, “I think we should take our precious girl home, give her a warm bath and take her to bed for a good night’s sleep.”
“Think that bed of yours is big enough for all of us?”
“If it isn’t, we’ll be sure to have a special one built.” He grinned. “After all, you can’t separate three of a kind.”
Epilogue
Delaney lounged back in the brand new oversized claw foot tub they’d had installed in their new house. The company they’d ordered it from had asked a lot of questions, like why they needed one so big, but Hunter had just smiled at them and placed the order. So now the three of them were enjoying a warm bath after a strenuous evening of play. Hunter was behind her, holding her back to his front, while Taylor sat in front of her, legs spread to get closer, soaping her breasts. It never failed to astonish her how similar their touches were, their caresses.
Taylor was home for a week and they were determined to make the most of it. Not just sex, but fun things. They’d watched a kite flying contest in the park, gone to a favorite Mexican restaurant on the Riverwalk for dinner and taken the short cruise in the boats that motored up and down.
She was so thankful that Hunter had sensed what she needed, even when she didn’t realize it herself. At first she worried that possession or jealousy might be a problem, but they meshed so well it quieted all her fears.
Taylor swished a washcloth over her, rinsing off the soap, then hoisted himself out of the water.
“I don’t know about the two of you, but I’m exhausted. Good sex will tire you out.” He winked.
“Me, too,” she agreed. “Let’s get to bed, Hunter.”
When they were all out of the tub and dried off she brushed her hair out and followed the two men into the bedroom. They’d special ordered the bed, just like they had with the tub so there was plenty of room for the three of them. She took her place between the two men, nestling her head on the pillow. Hunter placed a hand on one thigh, Taylor on the other and every nerve in her body settled.
“Good night,” she said in a soft voice.
“’Night, babe,” Taylor told her.
“’Night, sugar,” Hunter echoed.
“We’ve got it made, you know,” she told them. “Three of a kind.”
They echoed her words, she closed her eyes, and fell into the best sleep of her life.
*The End*
About the Author
Referred to by USA Today as the Nora Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published erotic romance author. A graduate of the University of Michigan her earlier careers include agent and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.
She is three times a finalist for an EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM book of the year, winner of the Ellora’s Cave Golden Ankh and winner of the Holt Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.
She has been featured on CBS Sunday Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and international publications. Currently she has signed on as a blogger for The Huffington Post. She is also the Authors After Dark 2014 Author of the Year.
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Other books from Secret Cravings Publishing
Club Fantasy series
Blind Ecstasy
Dark Desire
Cut the Cards
Blackjack
Fired Up
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