Snow, Jenika - Bittersweet: A Story of Dominance and Submission (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Jenika Snow

  Jake was in front of her, his cock still in hand as he guided it to her mouth. Although Jake appeared so young and inexperienced, she knew differently, she knew this man could give just as much pleasure as the other three. She hungrily accepted Jakes cock, sucking the crowned head inside and running her tongue along its ridge. She continued to slowly sink down on Logan’s cock, groaning along Jake’s shaft as pleasure and pain mixed into one. All of them were so thick, but the pleasure and pain mixed into one to cause a wicked burn to travel through her body. She let go of the cock in her mouth, panting as she felt Logan’s entire length fill her. He let her adjust to his size, but soon there was movement behind her, and she felt something probing her asshole. She looked over her shoulder, sweat beading on her brow as she watched Brendin take position, his cock in hand, the head slowly pressing into her anus.

  She gritted her teeth, feeling the fire travel across her as he continued to push his monster cock into her.

  “God, you’re so tight, baby. Bear down and this will be easier.” Brendin’s words were strained yet soothing.

  “Come here, pet.” She stared into Logan’s face, his voice soothing, coaxing. She dipped her head and pressed her lips to his. She could hear the sound of Jake masturbating, his fist pumping along his shaft and filling the room with the sound of flesh against flesh. She made a small noise in the back of her throat once Brendin was fully inside of her. Her pussy and ass clenched around the cocks that filled her, causing both men to grunt in pleasure. There was pain, but pleasure overrode any discomfort as Brendin slowly started to pull out of her and shove his cock back into her ass. Soon Logan and Brendin were picking up a rhythm which had the three of them groaning in pleasure.

  Jake was in front of her, pressing his shaft against her mouth. She opened hungrily, running her tongue along the pre-cum coated slit and sucking with fervor. Logan pulled out, Brendin pushed in. Over and over they set a rhythm that had her orgasm climbing higher and faster to the surface.

  She gripped Logan’s shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh as she held on. He fucked her into oblivion. Her whole body shook from their motions, her breasts swinging freely from the momentum. She bobbed her head faster, needing to taste Jake’s cum in her mouth. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth and knew he was close. She sucked harder, hollowed out her cheeks, and moaned around his flesh until he spurted his hot load into her mouth. The thick liquid hit the back of her throat, and she eagerly swallowed. She looked into Jake’s face, saw how tight his expression was, and felt her own climax nearing the surface. She let his semi-hard cock slip from her mouth and threw her head back. Logan and Brendin pumped into her body, their skin slick with perspiration, making the thrusting easier, more erotic.

  “Please,” she gasped, gritting her teeth and praying they gave her permission to come. She didn’t even know if she could have stopped it from happening if she wanted to. “Please, I’m going to come.”

  “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Come all over our dicks.”

  “Tighten that pussy of yours, and milk our cocks.”

  She couldn’t decipher who spoke, but it didn’t matter. Their naughty language had her exploding with pleasure. She screamed out loud, a sound which seemed to set off Logan and Brendin’s own orgasms. She felt dual heat fill her, their cum jetting out of their shafts and filling her up. Her pussy contracted, and both men groaned, their bodies stilling above and below her as they rode out their pleasure. She let her body collapse on Logan and felt Brendin rest his chest on her back. She squirmed after a moment, Brendin’s heavy weight sucking the air right out of her. He took the hint and pulled out of her slowly, rolling onto his side and bringing her with him in the process. The movement caused Logan’s softening cock to slip from her, and they both grimaced.

  “Fuck.” She glanced up at Jake. He smirked and wiped the sweat from his brow, before picking up his clothes and leaving.

  “That was so fucking hot.” Logan mumbled against her breasts.

  “No shit.” Brendin’s voice was a deep rumble behind her.

  Logan and Brendin were still in bed with her, but she knew she would be alone when she woke. She couldn’t deny the pang of hurt that caused, but she needed to remind herself she was their toy for the next two weeks. It wouldn’t do her any good to let her feelings override what was really happening between them—nothing but a couple of weeks of intense pleasure.

  She closed her eyes, feeling exhaustion take over, and let herself succumb to the drugging temptation of sleep. She still couldn’t let her brain rule her heart though, not when she had wanted the four Grayson brothers since she had seen them all those years ago. She hoped she could come out of this with her heart still intact, but she doubted it. Even though she knew the repercussions, it didn’t make her want to leave. She supposed she was a glutton for punishment.

  * * * *

  The next morning, Piper woke alone in her bed, although she wasn’t surprised. She made sure the mask was still on and stretched, feeling her body protest to the movements but unable to keep the smile from her face. She went into the bathroom and started the bath, feeling the sticky evidence of the previous night’s activities coat her inner thighs.

  She locked the door, took off the mask, and slipped into the tub, quickly washing herself because she knew she wouldn’t be given the luxury of privacy for very long. She had just got out of the tub and grabbed her towel, when someone knocked on the bathroom door. She quickly slipped on the mask and opened the door. She clutched the towel to her naked body, as she stared wide eyed at Ian.

  His gaze roamed over her body, and the chill from the open door caused goosebumps to pop out over her skin. A sarcastic retort about privacy was on the tip of her tongue, but the rule about not to speak unless spoken to came into her mind. She dropped her head, hearing the door shut again and then feeling Ian’s body heat as he stood in front of her.

  “Here, let me help you.” His voice held a hint of sincerity, even kindness.

  He took the towel from her, and her face became hot. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already seen her naked, but she knew who he was. He dried her off, and when that was completed, he went about the task of running his fingers along her pussy and cleft. She stiffened, knowing he must be looking for stray hairs, but she was unable to prevent her body’s reaction to his touch.

  Her juices seeped from her pussy hole, and she tried to clench her thighs together. He was strong and prevented them from closing. Instead, he stood and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the bathroom and over by the bed. Before she could utter a sound, he had her bent over the bed, ass up in the air as he spread her ass cheeks. She gasped when she felt his mouth on her cunt, his tongue pressing through the folds and parting them. He licked and teased, all the while squeezing the cheeks of her ass and bringing her closer to orgasm.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  His voice vibrated against her clit, and she complied, not daring to disobey. She moaned, closing her eyes as pleasure washed through her. “Yes,” she breathed out when he sucked on her clit, drawing the small bud into the hot cavern of his mouth.

  “Feel good, love? You want more, don’t you.” His endearments shocked her. It wasn’t a question, but then again, the way she was thrusting her ass out and moaning with abandon, she assumed the answer was clear. He rose and pressed himself behind her, the sound of his zipper sliding down echoed in the confined space. His cock was hard and insistent as it probed at her pussy hole. “Tell me you want it. Tell me who this cunt this belongs to.”

  His words were setting off shocks of electricity inside of her, and she pushed back, hoping to impale herself on his stiff shaft. His hands were firm on her waist, and she knew she would need to answer, before he gave her what she wanted. “Oh, God, you, it belongs to you. All of you.” He grunted and thrust into her. She opened her eyes and they went wide as he stuffed all of those hard, thick inches into her. Her vision was hazy as she stared at the headboard. Eyes rolling back, she gasped as exquisite pl
easure speared her. He was frenzied as he pumped into her, sliding his big cock into her until she was on the verge of coming hard. “Please,” she whimpered, hoping that he would grant her this one reprieve. “I’m going to come.”

  “Do it, baby. Squeeze that tight little pussy of yours until you suck all the cum out of my cock.”

  His words were the only thing she needed to set her off. She closed her eyes as her climax peaked. On and on he thrusted, never letting up, until finally he tensed, and she felt the hot jets of his semen spurt into her. He groaned, pulling her hips back hard. She felt his cock jerk as he emptied his load into her body, the warmth of his ejaculation nearly enough to make her come again.

  Her legs could no longer support her weight, so she let herself fall to the bed. Ian came with her, turning at the last moment and wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her back, flush with his chest. They both panted, the after-sex high she felt making her feel intoxicated. The bed shifted, and she knew he was getting up. She didn’t move though, couldn’t move if her life depended on it.

  Whack!

  She squeaked, and her eyes snapped open. She looked up just as Ian slapped her ass again.

  Whack! Whack!

  Her cheeks heated, and despite the amazing sex she just had, her pussy tingled and her clit throbbed.

  “I’ve set an outfit out for you on the dresser. Wash up and get dressed then come downstairs.” He gave her one last lingering look before leaving her room.

  She lay there for a moment, trying to get her body to calm, but in reality, he had enticed her more. She had already taken a bath, but knew she needed to still clean herself up. Already she could feel his cum seep out of her pussy. She knew what was waiting for her downstairs—three more sex-crazed men who intended to make her scream in ecstasy. She shivered, hoping she would and could survive what they had in store for her.

  Chapter Eight

  Piper dressed in another corset, although a pair of “non-crotchless” panties were provided. Her breasts hung free, the underwire of the bodice pushing the mounds up and out so they appeared as if they were on display.

  She put on her new mask and made her way downstairs, her heart beating in time with the steps she took. Even after cleaning herself up, her pussy was soaked, her arousal making her entire body aware of what was waiting just a few feet away. She stepped into the kitchen, finally seeing the time and amazed she had slept so long. She saw a covered dish on the counter and opened it, seeing an array of breakfast food still steaming. She walked into the dining room, the place empty and cleaned of any evidence of breakfast. She shrugged and ate quickly.

  She could hear loud laughter and deep male voices coming from the patio. She made her way toward the back of the house, where the deck was. She looked out the window, surprised that there was an in-ground pool and a privacy fence surrounding it. She watched the men, only seeing Brendin, Ian, and Logan.

  “Hey, princess,” Jake’s rough voice was right by her ear, his warm breath tickling her skin. “I was wondering when you’d get up.”

  She turned around, and craned her neck back and looked into his face. She looked into his eyes, just now realizing the amber color had flecks of green within them. He wore a white button-down shirt, the first few buttons undone and showing the smooth golden skin beneath it. He looked like a frat boy, one who was ready to let loose without any care of repercussions.

  “I’ve been up since I left your room last night.” He smirked and grabbed her hand, placing it on the front of his trousers.

  Her eyes widened when she felt the impressive bulge he was sporting. She licked her suddenly dry lips, her nipples tightening as her skin tingled. It didn’t slip her mind Jake was the only one that hadn’t actually fucked her, well, Brendin hadn’t fucked her pussy yet either, but he did shove his cock up her ass, which was close enough in her opinion.

  “You have?” Was that her voice, all deep and sexually laced? She hoped she didn’t get reprimanded for speaking without permission, or maybe she wanted Jake to punish her. The thought was tempting.

  “Oh, yeah. I’ve been biding my time when I’d get you all to myself.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. The contact was sweet and gentle. His hands landed on her shoulders, his thumbs running softly along her flesh, until goosebumps popped out along her skin. “We don’t need to tell them you’re down here just yet,” he murmured against her mouth. He took her hand and led her into one of the spare bedrooms, shutting the door quietly behind him, as he stalked forward. “Take the clothes off. Slowly, princess.”

  She shivered at the intensity of his words. She did as he said, watching as a glazed look crossed his features and he, too, started to undress. When they were both nude, they stared at each other. His body was big and tall, but not as bulky as his brothers’. He had the physique of a swimmer, all toned, golden flesh. He walked up to her, running his finger along the edge of the mask, his expression suddenly going hard. She thought he meant to remove the mask, and she tensed, knowing she couldn’t allow that.

  Whatever he had been thinking about left quickly because the troubled expression he had was soon replaced with a look that resembled…affection. She had to be misinterpreting it because he didn’t know her, aside from what she looked like naked, and he had no idea what her name was or who she really was.

  “I’m going to make this so good for you, princess.”

  She looked into his face, her eyes growing wide at the soft words he spoke. His lips crashed down on hers, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and eliciting a groan from her. His hands were everywhere, teasing her flesh until her knees were weak, and she feared they wouldn’t hold her up. He plucked at her nipples, pulling the flesh and letting it go so it snapped back. The pain zinged all the way down to her pussy, and her clit swelled with arousal. She should be worn out from the sex she was having. Hell, she had just slept with Ian not more than an hour ago and already her body was alive with lust for Jake. He wrapped his arms around her, lifted her up so she was forced to wrap her legs around his waist, and carried her to the bed. The root of his cock pressed against her clit and slid along the folds of her pussy. He never broke the kiss, as he laid her on the bed, his erection pressing into her belly as he followed her down.

  She could feel the warm liquid of his pre-cum seeping from his shaft, the feeling arousing her further. She thrust her breasts out, the action causing her nipples to rub along his chest and drag a groan from him. He was gentle and affectionate as he kissed his way down her neck, over her collarbones, and to her engorged nipples. He sucked one tip into his mouth, tugging and lapping at it until she was withering beneath him, pleading with him for more. She stopped talking, remembering she wasn’t to speak unless spoken to. She bit the inside of her lip, the energy of trying to hold in her moans and groans becoming unbearable.

  He let go of her nipple with a pop, looked into her face, and licked his lips. “Don’t hold back. Let me know how much you like what I’m doing.” He attacked her other nipple, working on it more feverishly.

  She complied, the sounds coming from her were ones of need and want. When he reached her pussy, he gripped her thighs and spread them as wide as they would go. She looked down at him, and he looked up at her. Their eyes stayed locked as he slowly moved toward her slit, his tongue coming out and running up the length of it. The sight was erotic, fueling her arousal to a fever pitch. She threw her head back when he sucked her clit into his mouth, his finger moving to the opening of her vagina and thrusting inside. The dual stimulation had her orgasm quickly approaching, but she wanted to wait, wanted to prolong the pleasure. Doing that was easier said than done.

  Just before her climax peaked, Jake stopped. He sat up, staring down at her, his lips swollen and glistening with her cream. As he watched her, his tongue came out and licked her juices off of his lips. She swallowed roughly, taking in his perfectly toned body and long, thick cock. He was gentler with her than the others, as if he meant to savor her. He went slow, touch
ed her as if he cared for her. A silly thought, she knew this, but it was still difficult for her to shake.

  He settled himself between her legs, his shaft pressing incessantly against her cleft, nudging at the opening. He dipped his head down and nibbled her neck as his cock head found its mark and slowly pushed in. She gasped, lifted her hips, and urged him to enter her more. His hand on her hip stilled her actions.

  “I want to go slow. I want to make this last. I’m not sure when it’ll just be me and you again.”

  His words touched something in her heart, an emotion she wasn’t quite yet comfortable with. His erection slid into her easily. He stretched her wide, his girth shocking, once he was seated fully inside of her. Her muscles protested, a burning taking root within her, but it made the experience all the more real.

  He started thrusting his hips, pulling out and pushing back in. His mouth on hers as he increased his tempo.

  In and out.

  Faster and harder.

  She broke the kiss and sucked in air. He slowed his thrusts, pulling back until he was on his knees and gripped her waist, pulling her firmly onto his cock. She made an appreciative noise in the back of her throat, the new position causing her thighs to go wider, his cock to go deeper. His rapt attention was on her exposed pussy, his glazed eyes taking in the action of his cock moving in and out of her body. Sweat beaded his brow, and he started to pant. The muscles in his arms bulged, his abdomen rippled, as he increased his movements.

  “Tell me, princess. Tell me how you feel.”