Her body humming, she replied, “I’m yours, Master. Do with me as you please.”
“Damn right you are, sub. You liked that didn’t you? You came so hard, sub. You dripped your juices all over the carpet. You are mine by contract, sub, and if I want to touch you, fuck you, in anyway, I will. If it’s too much, use your safe word, and this will all end.” He pushed her a bit harder into the ground to make sure she had gotten the message, and stood up. Andrea lay there, her body begging for release, exhilarated that she had gotten such a reaction from him.
When she had started on this journey, things had been peachy keen, all smiles and giggles. Justice was attentive and considerate, and took a gentle approach when teaching her the submissive way. She liked that about him. He could be funny, and with a mischievous smile could set her racing heart at ease. However, when the truth had come out, he’d changed. He became more dominant and they were teaching her what it felt like to be under the tutelage of a real dominant. Her lesson became more extensive, integral to the lifestyle she desperately wanted to know about.
Andrea tried her best to slow her breathing. Sitting up carefully, so as not to make him push her down again, she wondered what lesson he had planned next. She knew that she had more to learn, but something in the way he stood there, his back to her, his hand running through his hair, had her body dancing with desire. He slowly turned to her and grinned suggestively.
“Time for another lesson, sub.”
The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. Her heart picked up, as adrenaline pumped ferociously through her body. Her body jumped with glee, as she salivated over the look in his eyes.
“Get on your hands and knees, sub.”
Andrea scrambled into position, eager, as she heard his belt come loose.
Smack!
He landed the leather belt right across her ass, hard. She buckled slightly from the blow.
“Is this what you wanted? Do you like when I do this to you?” he asked, as two more blows flew across her ass before she was able to choke out an acceptable reply. He grabbed her shorts and pulled them down without undoing the zipper, and literally ripped her underwear from her body. His rough hands slid under her shirt and aggressively groped, pinched, and pulled at her sensitive nipples. Andrea moaned from the feel, loving how it surged right down to her pussy.
“You like this don’t you? Don’t lie to me, I can tell from your body that you’re enjoying the feel of the belt.”
“Yes, I love it, Master. Please punish me, I have been really bad.”
He chuckled and yanked off her top. He grinned, pleased to see she had no bra on, and grabbed her by her waist. Without warning or care, he plunged his thick, hard cock into her hot and achy cunt. Andrea gasped, and moaned. “Oh yes, Master.”
He was all the way in, and she loved how he felt inside her. She moaned with surprise and pleasure as he began to thrust, fast, hard, rough. She loved the feel of his balls as they slapped across her clit as he moved in and out. She never wanted it to end. She couldn’t get enough of them. She was drunk on them, the both of them. She only wished she could have them both. However, she had had only one. The other refused to touch her. He just watched.
She was so close to coming, and before she slipped into ecstasy, she remembered that she must ask for permission to orgasm. So she did, and he quickly slapped her ass and denied her, telling her this was not for her pleasure, but for her to learn a lesson.
Andrea whimpered.
She could not hold out much longer, the feel of his thick cock inside her was too much. She began to beg, moan, and plead with Justice to let her come. Each time was the same. He spanked her and told her no. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulled her head back, and slapped her lightly across the face. He then stuck his fingers in her mouth. “Bite me and you will get a spanking you will never forget,” he warned.
He pulled his fingers from her mouth. A string of saliva still connected them to her mouth. All of a sudden, Andrea felt his fingers as they pushed their way into her ass. She couldn’t contain herself. She screamed out as he pushed his way into her backside. The pain of being stretched and the pleasure of being fucked twisted and entwined its way into a powerful orgasm.
“Come on my cock, sub!” he shouted finally, as her body shuddered in a wild, extensive orgasm that wracked her body, making her tremble. She fell limply to the floor, the ripples of pleasure taking away her ability to hold herself up anymore. He withdrew his hard cock, and sprayed his hot cum all over her back, moaning loudly. When he was done, he laid down next to her, gasping wildly. Andrea turned to face him.
“Thank you, Master. Thank you for my punishment.”
“You’re welcome, sub.” He smiled slowly in the way she had grown to love so much. She didn’t move, as he gently caressed her face, then got up and quickly dressed himself. Still lying on the floor, she watched as he left the room, leaving her alone with Quinton. Without turning to look at her, he simply said, “Get up, and follow me to the shower.”
Her anger and pride from before slowly faded and she knew this was going to be one long night of punishments.
Chapter Twelve
Quinton stood by and said nothing as Andrea walked in behind him. For the last three days, he had watched and done nothing as his brother administered every punishment he could think of. To make matters worse, Quinton had stood by and watched as his brother fucked, loved, and worshiped her body. It tore at his heart, as she submitted beautifully, never saying her safe word or complaining. She truly was the perfect submissive, and for the time being, she was theirs. He still didn’t know what he was going to do when her contract ended, and a large part of him wished it never did. Nevertheless, the fact of the matter was that in two days, she would leave and there was nothing he could do or say to keep her.
And dear God, help him, because he really wanted her to stay.
He had already let go of the anger he had felt when he’d found out that she was the reporter sent to do an exposé on the club. Hell, even Gabriel didn’t admonish him. But he couldn’t let go of the feeling that she had breached their contract somehow. He remembered her sitting across the table from them, as he and his brother asked her question after question. Not once had she said she was a reporter. All they knew was that she wanted to learn what it was to be a submissive. Did she want the information for her job or for herself?
Well, they’d kept their end of the bargain. As with any submissive under their tutelage, if a sub misbehaved in any way, she was punished. And Andrea had been punished, repeatedly. Now, the punishments were over. He couldn’t do it anymore, when all he wanted was to hold her, and love her. However, over the last three days, he and Justice had learned that their sweet little reporter had a spark within her, that when pushed, she spit fire. That and she had a snarky mouth on her when pushed. Nevertheless, it was her spark of fire that caused her last punishment. When Andrea hauled off and hit his brother, Quinton actually moved off the wall, not knowing what Justice was going to do.
However, when he saw his brother grab her throat, something roared up within him. Quinton knew that Justice would never intentionally hurt her, but the fear in her eyes was enough to quell the anger he felt about her being dishonest to them. When she’d panicked and fell to the floor, Quinton thought for sure she would use her safe word, but she hadn’t.
It was then that he decided that a new form of teaching was called for.
“Under the shower,” he said calmly.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her head bowed. If he weren’t paying attention to her, he would have never heard her. From the time she had asked to finish out her contract, she hadn’t looked him directly in the eyes. He wondered why, but then figured she was staying in sub mode. Though he generally didn’t think it was healthy, he figured she was smart enough to know that when Justice was finished with a scene, she was free to be herself. However, she never was.
Pulling open the shower curtain, Quinton stepped behind Andrea, wrappi
ng his arms around her. She was working up a thick lather in her hair, but she turned her soap-covered face toward him and gasped. “What are you doing, Master?”
“Teaching you,” he whispered, and kissed her lips lightly.
Sliding his hands from her soft round hips up her slender waist, he cupped her big breasts, slick with soapy water. Lifting them, Quinton felt their fullness and weight in his hands as he rubbed his thumbs over her tight nipples, drawing a soft sigh of pleasure from her. Rubbing himself against her back, his erect cock fit nicely between her luscious ass. He let his hands wander over her beautifully smooth skin, stopping for a while to run his fingers through her swollen, wet pussy.
Stepping slightly to one side, he started to gently rub one soapy hand over her pussy while the other slid up and down her rear. Andrea rested her head against his chest, and sighed deeply, spreading her legs, giving him better access. Quinton reflected on the first time he had watched her shower. Skittish and unsure, she would have never let him touch her this way. But since becoming his submissive, he had somehow freed her from the need to guard her body from any touch, any pleasure.
Quinton rubbed her pussy carefully, wanting to stimulate and arouse for awhile, without bringing her to orgasm. He also made sure not to risk getting any soap inside her. He knew how sensitive those tissues could be, that and he detested the taste of soap. His other hand slid up and down the deep cleft between her buttocks, washing and probing. With each pass, he rubbed the tip of his middle finger gently against the tight ring of her asshole, and it reflexively tightened each time. Not all of Andrea’s inhibitions had been shed with her training. She still shied away from anal. He hoped to rectify that, immediately.
Concentrating on her pussy, he gradually brought her closer and closer to orgasm. He avoided direct contact with her clit, rubbing instead the whole area of her pussy with the palm of his hand.
He withdrew his hand altogether, and slid it down to stroke the inside of her wet thighs. Andrea sighed deeply in disappointment, and a tiny frown creased her forehead as she felt the heat between her legs begin to fade. Quinton thought that little frown was the most intriguing wrinkle he had ever seen. He smiled, as she placed her right arm on his left shoulder while her left hand gripped a soap dish set into the tiled wall. Lifting her right breast, he leaned over and took her nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly then tonguing her rapidly back and forth. Already erect, her nipple quickly began to stiffen more. He nipped at it lightly with his teeth and she gasped. Quinton could hear her quick, shallow breathing over the hissing of the shower.
Devoting time to Andrea’s breast and nipple, Quinton licked, sucked, and sometimes took delicate nips with his teeth. He watched her face in fascination from the corner of his eye and listened to her breathing, carefully noting what gave her the most pleasure. She groaned and sighed and her fingers dug into his shoulder, which told him that she was enjoying the waves of pleasure radiating from her rock-hard nipples. He then repeated his slow assault on her other breast.
She moaned continuously, a long, low chant of helpless excitement, as her right hand gripped a handful of hair at the back of his head. Abandoning her succulent nipples to the streaming water, he straightened and moved his hands back down, down to her pussy and her ass. Again, he flattened his hand and lightly rubbed the whole area between her legs, massaging her swollen lips, which caressed her hooded clitoris in turn. He pressed three fingers against the opening of her pussy, feeling her warmth but careful not to let them penetrate. His other hand slid up and down the crack of her ass, traveling slowly, occasionally teasing her soapy asshole with his fingertip.
Quinton was careful to move as slowly as possible, letting Andrea’s arousal build. No matter how lightly he rubbed her pussy her excitement grew steadily until he knew she was nearing her climax. Her moans of pleasure were regular and growing louder, as she began to occasionally thrust her hips forward, seeking more pressure against her expectant clit. Her head lolled, forward then back as her knees started to give, as more of her weight fell onto the arm draped across his shoulders. A more sexually confident woman might have been urging him on, begging for release, but no words came from Andrea’s mouth. All Quinton heard were gasps and moans from the woman he wanted more than air.
Finally, Quinton began the end game, increasing the pressure of his palm against her pussy and speeding its slight up-and-down movement. She tensed, knowing the explosion was coming, and her hip thrust more.
“Oh yes.” She threw her head back and crested with a deep, prolonged moan of ecstasy, digging her fingers into his shoulder so hard Quinton knew he’d have bruises. Her knees buckled slightly, as she caught herself and stood on quivering legs, her orgasm continuing. “Oh, Master,” she muttered breathlessly, her hips jerking convulsively as she struggled to stay on her feet. “Quinton,” she whispered softly, lifting her face toward his. Quinton’s breath ceased. His heart stopped, and his body stilled.
There with her eyes, looking up at his, Quinton saw his future.
Before Andrea’s climax could fade, Quinton took her mouth in a searing kiss. He gave her no room to maneuver, as he took what she was willing to give. Everything he’d felt from the moment he met this woman, he put into his kiss, letting her know that he wanted her with him forever. As tongues dueled, and hands roamed, he devoured her. It had been so long since he’d last tasted her on his lips, and he refused to deny himself anymore. He wanted this woman, and by God he was going to make sure she knew it before she left. He couldn’t stop her from leaving but he could sure give her something to consider.
Releasing her lips, he swiftly executed the second part of his plan. He continued to rub her pussy, but stealthily found her center between her ass cheeks. Without warning, he shoved his soapy middle finger inside her until it would go no further, forcing his way quickly past her tight barrier into her inner chamber.
When she felt the deep penetration, Andrea’s eyes widened and her mouth flew open with surprise as her muscular buttocks clamped down on his hand.
“Oh please don’t,” was all she had time say before a fresh orgasm seized her whole body, more powerful than the one before. Her hips jerked involuntarily, aiding the penetration of his finger, while a long howl escaped her wide-open mouth.
“Quinton!” Her whole body convulsed as she simultaneously tried to thrust her pussy against his pressing hand while pulling away from the obscene penetration of her rear hole. Then he suddenly pushed two fingers into her pussy channel.
Her knees buckled as she collapsed, pulling him down as he struggled to keep his fingers inside her, in front and behind. Together, they fell in a tangled web of arms and legs, to the shower floor, warm water beating down unnoticed, as he began thrusting into her, spearing her pussy and asshole at the same time, again and again, careful to keep rubbing her hidden little nub with his palm. Her neck arched backward, and her mouth, open wide, emitted a string of expressions that fueled his ardor. “Oh God, Quinton! Don’t stop. Yes, my love, more! Give me more!”
Quinton halted, just fractionally absorbing her words, as his heart jumped for joy. She loved him! Her inner muscles were squeezing his fingers in her pussy and the finger in her asshole rhythmically as she rode out another orgasm.
“Harder!” she cried. “Oh my God, yes, Quinton, yes!”
When finally her body subsided, her moans trailed off, and her muscles stopped gripping his fingers, she lay slack in his arms. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy, and then gently slid his finger from the warmth of her ass, getting one last departing squeeze. He reached up and turned off the water.
Quinton could hear Andrea sigh in the dripping quiet that followed.
Eyes closed, and sated, she whispered, “Now I know what it means to die from pleasure.”
* * * *
Justice stood in the hallway, and watched as Quinton picked up Andrea’s sexually satisfied body and carried her into her room. He was worried because his brother had yet to claim the woman he
professed he loved. Quinton was more of an enigma, and extremely hard to understand at times, but Justice knew his brother loved Andrea. As to why he was holding out, Justice had no clue. He did have to give his brother props though. Quinton was a lot stronger than he was. Once inside her delectable little body, Justice couldn’t stop. He craved her like an addiction. Even at night, he would find himself curling up next to her, just to feel her body next to his. He wanted her to stay, and like Quinton, he didn’t know how to ask.
Following his brother, Justice dimmed the lights and drew the shades in Andrea’s room. He took his time, so as to not disturb her.
A vision of a mixture of an angel of delight and a wanton woman was laid in front of him. She had an angelic face with the body of a Playmate. Her body was made for sin and sex, and Justice knew he would never tire of wanting her. Just looking at her now, sleeping so peacefully, his cock ached to sink into her depths.
Moaning, she rolled onto her back, and whispered, “Masters.” Justice and Quinton both stared at her to make sure she was still asleep, but when she slowly spread her legs, and her fingers sought her clit and began to rub, Justice groaned.
Her pussy dipping with moisture glistened in the darkness.
“Well, brother, a Master’s job is never done.” Justice grinned, and started to remove his pants.
“She’s had enough, Justice. Let her sleep,” Quinton said, stopping him. Justice looked over at his brother and grinned. “She hasn’t had enough, and from the look of that pole you’re sporting, neither have you. Why don’t you go claim our sub? You haven’t had her in three days. Why don’t you finish what you started in the restaurant?”
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