by Demi Alex
“I’m naked,” I objected, tugging on the sheet.
“Sweetheart.” He stilled my hand, returned the covers to my waist, all while shaking his head with an amused grin on his face. “You’re lucky I chose to bring you coffee in bed.” He leaned behind me and fluffed my pillows, then helped me sit up just a bit and placed the mug in my hands. “If you ever pull a stunt like that with Jake, that pretty ass of yours will be on fire for much longer than you’ll like.”
I sucked in a stunned breath, but my body flushed at his implication. “Jake would spank my ass?”
“In a heartbeat.”
The heat sizzled on my skin and my nipples hardened. “Would you?”
“Only for your pleasure, not for punishment. Jake is the disciplinarian.” He cupped my right breast and strummed his thumb over the straining peak. “From your reaction, I gather both thoughts excite you.”
I didn’t reply, holding my silence and reveling in the sensation building in my chest. I lowered my gaze and watched Luca’s hand move with slow tenderness over my chest. His thumb brushed across the dark peaks in gentle strokes, right to left, then in slow circles. I arched my back against his touch, and he responded with a tight squeeze that shot excitement straight to my core. Moisture immediately pooled between my legs, and I fought the urge to reach between them and bring myself to orgasm.
“You’re so responsive, sweetheart. Submitting to us was the best thing you could have decided on.” He lowered his head and captured the free nipple between his lips. His tongue mimicked the movement of his thumb on the other breast, and his teeth nipped a little harder than his fingers pinched.
“Luca,” I breathed, tangling my fingers in his hair. “You’re going to make me come just playing with my breasts. I don’t know how to feel about enjoying your touch like this after the night I’ve shared with Mark.”
Guilt settled in my stomach, holding any orgasm at bay. How could I want Mark and Luca, plus be excited by the thought of Jake punishing me, all at the same time? Did it make me desperate? Was I a slut?
I released my hold on Luca and pushed back against the pillows. I needed space.
“You submitted,” a familiar, yet sterner than usual, voice announced from the doorway. Jake stepped forward, holding my gaze with intense determination. “There’s no room for hesitation. No room for remorse. We’ve taken full responsibility for you and all the consequences belong to us. You don’t need to think about a thing. You don’t need to decide or battle with any intrusive ideas. It is your job to allow your body to respond and feel. Most importantly, you must trust us. Trust us to care for you, to see to your needs, and absorb any conflict that may cross your mind. Do you trust us? Accept us?”
He sat on the other side of the mattress, and raised his hand to cup my cheek. “Accept me? Trust me?”
My body certainly did. The tiny nub at the center of my legs throbbed with acceptance. The wet folds swelling to the point in which I had to spread my thighs to calm the ache.
“I’ve always trusted you,” I replied, running shaky fingertips over the dark stubble lining his jaw. I had no doubt that I trusted and wanted the men beside me. “It’s me that I doubt.”
“Well, that’s no longer your concern,” Jake replied very matter of fact. “It’s our issue. You’ve given us the privilege of your submission.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I had submitted. Me. Submitted. To my three men.
“Does that free your inhibitions, sweetheart?”
“Very much,” I breathed.
“You’ve just earned your morning orgasm,” Jake said, pulling the sheet away. “Touch yourself for us. Spread your thighs and let us see how wet you are. Show us how much you want us inside you, and find your release. I’ve been hard, wanting you, since the moment you strutted onto that stage.”
“With that flimsy little dress,” Luca added.
“I like the way my girl is blushing so pretty,” Mark said, strolling into the room and taking a seat in one of the armchairs.
I didn’t know what to do, how to react, but that hesitation was also quickly dismissed.
“Jake asked you to touch yourself, Lora,” Mark reminded.
My hand moved between my thighs, which Jake had taken the liberty of positioning wide apart, and I used my index and ring fingers to expose myself to their views. Sliding my middle finger inside the swollen folds, I spread my cream up to my clit, which I stroked with long and strong rubs.
Luca pushed the elastic of his shorts down and fisted his gorgeous cock with enough of a grip to whiten his fingertips. Empowered by the proof of his excitement, I worked my clit with greater fervor, circling and rubbing, stoking the flame beneath the tiny button until my ass was off the bed, my pussy high in the air, and my other hand massaging my tits.
Luca moved his hand along his length in the exact same rhythm I used on my clit. A bead of pre-cum glistened on the tip of the thick purple head, and I licked my lips in a pleading gesture to taste him.
“You are so pink and wet, sweetheart. So swollen with need. Are you aching to be fucked?” He pumped his cock into his fist with increasing speed.
“Yes.”
“First, Jake will take that pretty little cunt.” Luca slipped his hand between my legs. “You’re dripping, sweetheart. Finger yourself.”
“Yes,” I said, and explored my entrance with a tentative finger. I so wanted to stop touching myself and switch my attention to my men. I needed them to touch me. “Can you please play with my breasts again?”
Luca groaned at my request, splaying a big hand over my chest and rolling each nipple in turn. “Take her now.”
Jake had stripped and he was focused on the ministrations of my hand. The determined lines on his face were a clear indication of the amount of control he held. Moving to the bottom of the bed, he took hold of my legs and pulled me down, bringing my ass to the edge of the mattress. With his long fingers closed around my ankles, he positioned my feet against my ass and raised my rear off the bed, causing my thighs to drop apart.
“This is going to be quick, Bella.” He held me open, exposed, and vulnerable. “This fuck is for my pleasure.”
He plunged deep and strong, immediately burying himself within me. His balls hit my ass and he stilled, allowing me a tiny bit of time to grow accustomed to his girth.
When I nodded, his fingers gripped the swell of my hips and he began a ruthless onslaught of claiming my breath with each repeated pounding into my pussy, taking no mercy on the sensitive muscles trying so hard to hold him. He repeatedly thrust to the top of my womb until I felt his release pulse inside me. He pulled out and cum wet my ass, and a finally ribbon streamed over my stomach.
“I didn’t—
“And you won’t,” Mark explained, dropping an unexpected kiss on my forehead. I hadn’t even realized he’d come to hold me. “You will not climax until all three of us have spent inside you. Then, and only then, will we allow you to come.”
Jake groaned, and for the first time showed any sign of strain as he released my hips and stepped from between my legs. “You’re perfect,” he said, trailing a finger in the warm release on my belly and bending to seal my mouth with a kiss.
A thick and hot cock slid along my folds, nudging a large head at my clit. When Jake lifted his head, an impatient Luca stood between my legs, rubbing his length up and down my swollen pussy.
Jake slipped a salty finger past my lips. “You will know each of us separately and together. This is me.”
I sucked on Jake’s finger, swirled my tongue over the tip, and lost myself in the wonderful taste, while Luca wet his cock and teased my pussy.
Luca raised my ankles high in the air. “This is me,” he managed, and thrust his cock inside my channel, stretching and filling me with unbearable pleasure.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathed. He was huge. The largest cock I’d ever had. Ever seen. “Can you fit? Will I be—?
“Yes, sweetheart,” Luca assured, inching deeper. “You can. You will take all
of me.”
Jake joined me on the bed. He fit my trembling body between his legs, and his chest against my back for support. Fingers spread my pussy and Jake worked his own semen over my clit, an obvious attempt to distract me from the sting of the large invasion, while Luca buried himself to the hilt and my body adjusted to the wonderful intrusion.
“I’m so full,” I confessed, closing my eyes and drifting in the darkness of my pleasure. “I don’t think you’ll be able to move.”
But he did. Slow and long thrusts, controlled by the beautiful man between my thighs, pulled my body and soul back into an oblivion it had only known at the hands of these men.
“You don’t have permission to come,” Jake said. “If you disobey and do not wait, I will need to punish you.”
My pussy convulsed, and Luca smiled knowingly. I held my breath and fought the orgasm. Just as I’d managed to keep the climax from hitting, Luca quickened his pace. The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled my ears, and moans of exquisite pleasure left my lips.
No longer gentle or slow, he pounded into me, staking his claim and telling me that there would never be a chance to go back. My body took it. Craved it. Strained to accommodate and accept every bit of him, as dark spots danced in my vision.
“Don’t come,” Mark reminded, his voice of reason keeping me grounded.
Luca threw back his head and bellowed his release, as his hips pinned me high above the bed and his seed spilled into me, then over my stomach and on my chest as he pulled out and leaned over to take my mouth.
“You were so worth the wait, sweetheart,” Luca said, trailing a finger over my collarbone and to my chest to collect his cum. “So worth it,” he repeated and slipped his finger past my lips.
I suckled the essence of one man, and accepted the support of another. The reality of my situation was so overwhelming, but none of them allowed my senses to settle long enough so I could truly contemplate it.
They stroked. They whispered. They encouraged.
“You’re doing so wonderfully,” Jake said, kissing my shoulder. “Responsive, beautiful, everything a woman should be.”
“Mark, please,” I begged, meeting his gaze. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
In fluid motion, Jake moved back, handed me to Luca, who turned me over and arranged my legs to hang off the side of the bed and my cheek to rest against Jake’s thigh. Mark moved behind me and gently raised my hips to fit a pillow Jake had handed him beneath my stomach.
My aching body sprawled on the bed, my ass in the air, with a terrible need to be filled and completed. Luca moved to my side and smoothed the hair from my face, leaning over to place a kiss on my temple. Jake caressed the swell of my breasts spilling over the sides, and there was no denying the sense that the men were trying to soothe and prepare me. I looked over my shoulder at Mark.
“Are you learning?” he asked, a mysterious twinkle in his eyes.
“Yes,” I said, swallowing any apprehension and studying Mark’s face for answers.
“Look at me,” Jake said, using a finger on my chin to turn me forward. “You’re very wet and aroused. It’s the perfect opportunity to prepare you for tonight.”
“Tonight?” My body was so on edge and my patience was totally gone. I’d met my end of the deal. I hadn’t reached my climax, so why would they deny me still?
“Tonight,” Luca confirmed, stretching for the nightstand and reaching for a tube of lube. He tossed it to Mark. “Tonight, we will take you all at once.”
My mind struggled to understand how these well-endowed men could manage, but my body revved higher with anticipation.
“That’s it, Lora. Push against the plug,” Mark encouraged, fitting the lubricated metal against my anus.
I was about to protest, about to say that my ass was off limits, when the plug broke through the tight opening and relief spread through me. Simultaneously, Mark thrust his cock into my channel, not making me wait, and with the second pump of his hips, my body soared on a flight of true bliss. He reached an arm around me, pressed his finger on my clit, and breathed against my ear.
“Come,” he commanded.
My body splintered in a prism of light with the long awaited release. The dark spots returned, and my awareness faded to pure contentment in the arms of my men.
Chapter Thirteen
“How am I supposed to keep this thing in my ass all day?” I asked, pulling on the hem of the short skirt Jake had selected.
“You will,” Jake replied, motioning for me to put on a tiny white tank top. He’d bathed me, chosen my outfit, and was sitting on the room’s armchair watching me dress.
I lifted the tank off the bed, but found nothing beneath it. “You forgot panties and a bra.”
“I don’t forget, Bella.”
“But how am I supposed to go out in public like this?” I gestured to my nipples straining against the white material and my thighs on display beneath the short length of the mini-skirt. “If I bend over, everyone will see the plug.”
He grinned, motioned for me to walk to where he sat, twirled a finger in the air, and waited for me to turn. “Now touch your toes.”
I did as instructed and looked over my shoulder at him. I could feel the cool air on my naked ass, and knowing that he had a view of my filled rear and my swollen pussy, only served to make the ache between my legs throb harder.
“Come closer,” he instructed, remaining seated.
I inched back and when I was near enough, a firm hand closed on my hip and guided me between his knees. He spread a large palm over me ass and pushed against the plug. “We chose right. This is such a lovely plug for you. It’s encrusted with sparkly stones, all pink and bright, like your wet pussy. Look at yourself in the mirror.”
Dampness coated my upper thighs, and I scraped my teeth over my lip as the ache intensified. Jake’s hand rested on my nape and turned me to see my reflection.
I gasped at the sight. My pussy was soaked in desire, shiny and pink, and my ass was decorated with the prettiest plug I’d ever seen. Actually, it was the only plug I’d ever seen.
“It looks like pink diamonds in the center of my ass. Almost like a pretty jeweled wine stopper,” I thought aloud.
“It won’t stop anything,” Jake said, sliding his hand between my thighs and rubbing lengthwise inside my wet folds. “It will make you come harder.”
I moaned and pushed against his touch, needing to see how much harder it would make me come. Granted, the orgasm I’d had less than an hour earlier had blown my mind. If Jake hadn’t carried me into the bathtub, I’d have stayed in bed for the whole morning. My legs had been too weak to hold my weight.
“What are you thinking?” Jake asked, circling my clit and effectively stealing my breath.
“I think I need to wear panties or my ass—
The loss of his touch was immediate, and the sting of his palm on my right ass cheek was intense. My mind cleared of any objection. My thoughts obliterated in the darkness as shock shot through me. The hand on my nape guided my head down, and wet fingers gripped my hip. “You don’t think,” he said. “You feel.”
When he’d stood and stripped, I had no clue, but Jake entered my dripping entrance and drove to the top of my womb in a single plunge. “No more talk. You’re available for us to fuck on our command. No barriers. No objections.”
My pussy gripped him tight, craving the punishing thrusts as he alternated between smacking my ass and pounding into my pussy. When he’d counted ten strikes, he buried his thick cock so deep that his balls hit my clit in the most delicious way, and I shattered in his hold within seconds of dropping into the dark bliss of pain. It was quick, hard, and a lesson he was intent on giving me. He tangled his fingers in my ponytail and pulled my head back as he spilled his release and filled me.
With a groan, he retreated and smacked my burning left cheek. “No fucking panties.”
Jake sat on the chair and cradled me into his embrace. I dropped my head to his shoulder and t
ime stopped. Peace settled around me and the heaviness in my limbs sank me into a still space. I closed my eyes and simply breathed.
I don’t know how long Jake held me or when he cleaned me with a warm washcloth, but I certainly regretted I’d insisted on seeing G and Al for breakfast on the terrace. My eyes didn’t want to open. I wanted to remain in the secure darkness of my satisfied pleasure. My legs didn’t appreciate my weight when he helped me to my feet, but I managed to look into his handsome face and stand.
“Feel free to question my decisions any time, but don’t expect future consequence to be as easy.” He kissed the side of me head and closed his fingers around my hand. “Luca will escort you to see your friends.”
Chapter Fourteen
Mark and Luca sat at the breakfast bar, a map on the granite between them. They smiled as we entered the room.
“Ready, sweetheart?” Luca placed his empty juice glass on the bar and strolled to my side. He casually draped his long arm over my shoulder and turned me toward the door. “Let’s get this over with.”
We found Al and Gerald sitting at a table with a beautiful view of the water. Luca was cordial enough with the other men, but there was no mistaking that my new friends had no right or reason to concern themselves with my wellbeing. The smooth legal persona Luca was known for made an appearance, and both Al and G seemed to respect the boundaries.
“I’m happy you found what you came for,” G said, smothering butter on a breakfast bun. “I’m happy for you, Se—” He looked at Luca’s hand over my shoulder and stopped mid thought. “Lora from Long Island,” he finished with a smile.
I must admit, it was a bit strained, and not because Jake’s spanking still had my ass on fire, but sitting between two definite alpha males was difficult. Thankfully G didn’t qualify, but the undercurrent of tension between Luca and Al was there. It would have been unbearable if Mark had been with us. Grateful for Luca’s easygoing manner, I leaned against him and smiled at Al reassuringly. Eventually, a business conversation of sorts ensued and I relaxed as they discussed the sudden downturn in the market the previous week.
