by Jenny Penn
They weren’t going to do her like she’d done them. No. Instead of driving her insane with need, they’d decided to kill her with pleasure instead. As if he could hear the alarms going off in her tired body, Brodie confirmed her suspicions with a growl.
“Liked that, didn’t you, darlin’?” He snorted out a laugh, either at his own comment or the whimper she made as she shifted away from the fingers her rubbed over her curls. “Don’t be getting skittish now. We’re only just starting. We still got your punishment to get to, and these curls…they got to go, sugar.
“Because I really do like the taste of your cunt.” He delivered that heated compliment a mere inch from her ear. His husky whisper dripped like liquid heat right down her neck to roll over her spine. “And I’m going to be taking my fill right after I beat that pussy for all that it’s done wrong…and those balls…they’re staying in, sugar. They’re going to stretch you nice and good, get you ready to take the fucking I’m gonna give you a whole hell of a lot better than those pathetic toys you been screwing yourself with.”
She felt him shift away and could track his progress as he continued on. “About that, I’m going to be adding to your due for the insult of thinking you could replace me with something so sad.”
He set something down on the table right between the two beds. “I mean seriously, Jamie, with all that spying you did as kid, you gotta have known that those scrawny cocks didn’t measure up.”
She had, not that she would have given him that answer even if she could. The sound of sudden rainfall had her tensing as she began to realize he meant everything he had said. Clever enough to figure it out two seconds before a wet rag covered her mound, Brodie didn’t give her a moment to worry.
Pressing his palm down in a smooth glide over her open cunt, he gave her worn out clit another slice of rapture before making the balls bump and clack with devastating effects. Shuddering with a twist, she groaned with the sharp contraction of pleasure.
“You like them balls, don’t you, sugar?” Brodie sounded way too pleased about that fact as he forced her to whine in response to another heavy-handed massage. “But you gonna have to stay real still while I shave ya. Don’t want to cut nothing now.”
That grim warning shot like snow melting down her spine, making her clamp down and tense as she tested her ability to even try. A strain Brodie intentionally made worse by grinding down over her clit with rough circular motions of the wash cloth. Jamie grunted, chewing down on the gag as she fought to deny him the reaction he sought. She should have known he wouldn’t be denied.
Out of nowhere, a velvety tongue lashed the puckered tip of her breasts, making her shriek as it twirled around and sucked her sensitive tit right into the liquid torment of his mouth. Just as he had last night, Brodie used everything in his assault. Lips, teeth, tongue, they all gave a helping hand for the fingers pushing right into her pussy to bounce so fast her orgasm ripped through her like a buck shot.
The million pebbles of ecstasy popping in every direction shattered her concentration and sent her whirling into another screaming fit that had the ropes at her hands and feet tightening painfully down. It was only round two, and as her body caved back in under the sudden rush back to Earth, Jamie wondered just how many rounds she’d have to endure.
“What do you think about that, Caelen? The little sugar ain’t got much endurance, does she?”
The way Brodie talked about her sent about as much thrill through her as Caelen’s growled response.
“She’ll learn with a little training.”
He lurked somewhere off to the side, and she could almost imagine him leaning up against the wall…just watching her. Oh, God, did that make her hot.
“Yeah,” Brodie drawled out as if his hand hadn’t gone back to tormenting her. This time his naked hand worked the soap into a lather over her mound. “I tell you what, you better come on over here and hold her down. I’d really hate to cut the darling.”
She didn’t really want to be cut either, but he could help achieve that goal by just leaving her pussy to rest for a few minutes. He might have been disparaging of her endurance, but that hadn’t even been a thought to her before. Anytime the itch had worked its way into her system after checking on one of her girls with a client, it had never taken her five minutes to wear it back off.
Of course, those itches didn’t compare to the need Brodie tormented her with. Nor had her five-minute climaxes been more than a pale shade of the ones she’d been driven through today. The fact that they’d only started held her stomach knotted tighter than the ropes binding her.
The ache only got worse as the mattress dipped at her hip and she felt the rough slide of muscle clad denim along her side. Work-roughened hands bit into her waist, forcing her into the mattress ever so slightly. As much of a concern as that was, Brodie kept himself at the focus of her attention as he settled in between her legs.
A ripple of tension ran up her thighs as he pressed them wider with his own rough grip. “This ain’t gonna work. Loosen them ropes, so I can slide her ass down a little and get this pussy spread proper.”
It should have inflamed her dignity to be treated so much like a heifer than an actual person, but the small flex of their control over her only had her quivering for more. She didn’t even fight as Caelen stretched forward to work the ropes.
Instead of resisting, Jamie sighed and arched, rubbing the aching tips of her breasts into the soft cotton covering the hard wall of his chest. A sudden, painful burst had her shrieking back as she felt Brodie give her little clit a pinch and twist.
“Don’t you be rubbing them tits up against anything that ain’t been given to you. You don’t take pleasure, sugar. You receive it.”
With that inflexible law laid down, Brodie jerked her by the thighs. Sliding her ass further down the mattress, his elbows forced her knees to bend until she splayed, completely open. The rounded humps of his knees lifted her rear just so and she knew he’d pulled her forward like an offering while he probably looked down from above.
“That’s good, Caelen,” Brodie grunted. “Tie her up and hold her down.”
The next few minutes passed with such agonizing slowness, Jamie didn’t think she’d ever forget the tension in all three of them as Brodie prepared her pussy just for him. The small grooming task held such intimacy that it sunk in just how much she really needed them.
She’d never let any other man get away with treating her like this. Certainly no other could do it and turn her on at the same time. Even if she ran back to New York, they would still own more than just her heart, but her body, too. Her vulnerability escalated to a frightening level with that making a chill snake through her.
As if he could read her sudden desire for just a moment, one small hint of sweetness, Caelen came to soothe her worry before it could take root. With a soft series of butterfly kisses that grew to slow explorations, Caelen made a formal apology to the puckered tip Brodie had so roundly ravaged minutes ago.
Jamie arched with a sigh. She liked that, the way his tongue lapped out and rolled over her breast, especially when his hands shifted up her sides. Matching the tender loving of his mouth with a gentle strum of his thumbs over her rib cage, Caelen sent the seductive warmth trumpeting out of her chest to chase away the savage recesses of lust Brodie’s dominating loving had provoked.
Lulled by the peaceful pace Caelen set, her arms began to twist in their binds as annoyance at not being able to touch sprang up for the first time. The agitation only got worse when Caelen’s head lifted to shift over her other breast. With almost taunting slowness, Caelen first tickled her with his hair before giving her peak a smooth pass of his cheek.
Her fingers clenched with the need to force his attention to a more appropriate caress. They went to fists when, with a sudden growl, Caelen turned on her. Trapping her tip in his mouth, he unleashed a torrent of abuse over her tender bud at the very moment Brodie trapped her clit within the vise of his lips.
They were everywhere. A
rough grip pinched and twirled her nipple while the sharp edges of teeth captured her other. Trapped, Caelen’s tongue unleashed a lashing torment over her tender bud. The sharp spikes of pleasure couldn’t devour the soft brush of Brodie’s hair.
His silky tresses tickled over the insides of her thighs. A tender lure that exploded into utter chaos with a lick of his tongue. No less merciful than his brother, Brodie feasted on her tender bud. As if he needed to drive her beyond insanity in just this moment, but wanted to leave her permanently damaged, Brodie fucked two fingers right into her to set those damn balls a’clackin’.
Screaming, Jamie couldn’t even thrash out the wild need that slammed through her as they kept her pinned into place. Unrelenting, they forced her right into a climax, but this one didn’t end. It imploded only to blowup twice as high, mushrooming out into an endless series of explosions that held her captivated for so long, she thought she might have passed out.
Whatever happened, she lost time somewhere because as the world began to re-solidify into the black mass of the blindfold, Jamie found herself alone on the bed.
Crack.
Jamie would have shot right off the bed if the ropes hadn’t held her down. She certainly tried as a sudden slap from some kind of stiff fabric lit up her pussy with painful burst of fire that soaked right into the glow of her recent release. Instead of smothering, the spiny sensations burst through the pleasure, enhancing it in the most wicked ways.
“That’s two.”
Crack.
Oh, God, she’d never survive four of these. She choked on that thought right along with her gag as a third whip had her entire pussy contracting around those damned balls. Her cunt spasmed back to life and began the pulsating beat of a sure-footed march back up ecstasy’s shores. With ten hits in a row, more than her due, he drove her further than he had yet, but still she couldn’t peak.
So strained and stressed by the consecutive climaxes, her body just absorbed the rapture, swelling painfully with it but refusing to burst. As if understanding exactly what she needed, Brodie brought his games to an end. The whip disappeared and a tender palm took its place, capturing and soothing the living flame her cunt had become.
“Ah, darlin’,” Brodie sounded almost caring. “I think you reached the point where you need a dick to soothe your ache. I’ve certainly reached the point where I’d like to give you one.”
That had her passion stilling for a second, hardening into a sheet of solid anticipation. It had come and she couldn’t be more ready. Held still by the reality that fantasy would finally give way to a reality beyond her comprehension, Jamie didn’t even twitch as Brodie worked the balls back out of her.
Only when he refilled her with one of the fake cocks did Jamie offer a muffled complaint, adding a twitch to the objection. Not that she’d ever want to give him the pleasure of being right, but it did feel pathetic in comparison to the girth of the balls and just a total disappointment in comparison to the thickness Brodie had to give her.
Above her, Brodie chuckled and offered her a cryptic assurance. “Don’t worry, darlin’, I ain’t gonna fuck you with that…at least not there.”
Swallowing back the concern that statement caused, Jamie waited almost tense as she felt the ropes binding her being worked over. They freed her ankles completely, but left her wrists bound to each other even as they released her from the bed frame.
Positioning her like a doll, she found herself rolled and turned until she came up on her knees across the bed. It wasn’t wide enough for her to fit. Caelen solved that problem by looping her wrists around his neck and bracing her against his chest.
“You scream and I’ll stuff that throat so full of cock, you’ll be choking in the next second.”
That’s all the warning Caelen gave her before he undid the gag. He didn’t have to bother with even that much of a threat. Jamie didn’t want to escape. Even if she had, her throat had long gone sore with all the screams they’d driven into the gag already.
“That’s a good girl.” Caelen soothed her bruised lips with a gentle roll of his finger, letting the digit slide in when she gasped over Brodie moving the dick inside her. “Suck, baby. I like it when you suck things.”
Jamie obeyed, clamping down with her lips as she felt Brodie pull her little toy free. Fully expecting him to mount her, her lips loosened with the sudden start of feeling his fingers prying apart the cheeks of her ass. The scream had already started to build behind her throat by the time the wet head of her toy pressed down on the untried ring of muscles of her back entrance.
Before it could break, Caelen swallowed it whole with his kiss. Devouring her mouth, his hands dropped back down to torment her breast. No doubt seeking to overwhelm her with pleasure to mask the pressure coming straight up her spine, Brodie slowly stretched her out over her toy. Her toe curled right along with her fingers as she tried to decipher the confusing sensations.
No clarity came, but a certain, tense stillness settled over her once Brodie had tucked the full length deep inside her. Only then did Caelen ease back slowly, releasing her lips to slide a kiss over her cheek to whisper in her ear.
“You all right, darlin’?”
Unable to vocalize a response, Jamie barely managed a nod as she buried her face into his neck. Clinging to him, she really tried to make that the truth and come to some safe place, but none existed in the erotic tides of lust they’d trapped her in.
“We’re gonna make it feel real good, sugar. Better than ever. Trust me.”
The hands that had gentled over her nipples tightened back down in a warning of the storm about to break over her. Just as a swift breeze brought in the smell of rain, the shift of Brodie’s hair across her inner thighs brought the heated blast of his breath over her naked cunt.
“Oh, God,” Jamie whined, digging her nails into Caelen’s back as her hips arched toward the amazing sensation of feeling Brodie’s lips on her very sensitive skin. He licked her, just like a cat with a saucer of milk, one smooth glide right down the center of pussy.
Pausing only to spread her lips wider with his fingers, Brodie’s tongue returned to begin a gentle exploration of her cunt. Testing the suction of her sheath, the quivers of her clit, he loved her with slow, tenderness that had her mewing with a slowly-building need for more.
He’d promised her dick, just as he’d promised to devour her cunt once he’d shaved it clean. She just hadn’t realized he meant to do both at the same time. Sucking in little shrieks, Jamie’s entire body stiffened right up at the first gentle slide of her toy backward. It returned with the same easy motion that matched the soft laps he took of her clit.
One, two, three…he fucked her from both sides with unhurried motion that had her releasing all the sucked in air and collapsing into shudders against Caelen. The steady beat built up a slow roll of pleasure through her body. As it soaked deeper in, taking root in her muscles, the rhythm manifested itself in a gentle thrust of her hips, lending just a slightly sharper edge of tension to the pleasure.
That must have been what they’d been waiting for. With a sudden twist, Brodie twirled the dick burning up her ass and pumped her hard at the very second he sucked her clit right over the hard scrape of his teeth and went crazy on it with his tongue.
Caelen’s head shifted to smother her growing cries of passion as his hands abandoned her breast to offer her the support of his hug. All the while, his brother drove her deeper into insanity’s grip. With the tongue lashing Brodie gave her clit, pumping that damned toy harder and faster in her, Jamie’s lips clamped down and sucked Caelen’s tongue with all the power of the scream trying to get out.
She shattered into a convulsing frenzy that would have torn her apart if Caelen hadn’t held her close. So overwhelmed by forbidden rapture, Jamie could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, soaking not just the blindfold, but Caelen’s shoulder as well. All the gasping pants that tumbled out with her release got sucked back in as her whole body went rigid over the heated feel
of hard iron kissing her pussy.
Brodie had unleashed himself, and he didn’t intend to pull the dick out of her ass anymore than he intended to leave her a virgin another second. Before she could even realize the moment had come, he had already started to forge into her.
Branding every inch of her sheath as his, he steadily fed her one hard inch after another. Every delicious slip further made her burn and clench over the sudden thickness stretching twice as wide as those damn balls had been. Capturing the thin, sensitive skin between her toy and his hardness, his slide electrified her as nothing had yet.
This is gooood…Jamie’s head arched with a long moan as her back muscles clenched with the sporadic burst of flames from the inferno raging through her loins. She could feel her pussy lips throbbing with the burning sensation, making her flex and hump back slightly in blind search of a little more.
Instead of what she needed, the invitation only got answered with a soothing stroke to her back. “Settle down now, sugar. We got to go easy on this one.”
“No,” Jamie managed that broken, hoarse response. With another roll of her hips, she demanded, “fuck.”
“It’s too soon,” Brodie growled.
“Fuck.” Jamie grunted out another backward hump, not at all concerned about Bridgette’s gloom and doom worries. This felt too damn good to ever be wrong.
“Damnit, Jamie.”
Brodie didn’t sound steady, and Jamie didn’t intend to give up. This time she objected by clenching every single one of her muscles. Contracting her ass around the toy only made it burn that much sweeter, but the true glory came from feeling every single bit of Brodie’s cock trapped in her suckling heat.
This time he gasped and groaned. “Shit.”
She didn’t even need to say it this time. His good intentions had been overruled by the master of his desire, his cock. It slid out all on its own only to tunnel back in with full force, driving a scream right out of her throat and into Caelen’s waiting kiss.
She’d pressed for the demon, and he unleashed himself on her, driving deep into her body even as his hand curled around to torment her clit. Mercilessly he savaged her pussy, fucking scream after scream out of her. Nothing had ever felt this good. Nothing could ever come close to it, because she surely had died and was flying toward heaven.
