“It wouldn’t have worked,” I croaked. “You wouldn’t have stopped.”
“I would have stopped. Whatever you think of me—however awful that may be—I want to assure you that I’m not a sadist. This thing between us won’t work unless you tell me what you’re really feeling.” He ran a hand across my wet cheek. “You weren’t crying over the spanking, were you?” he whispered in my ear. “You were crying over something else. Something deeper. Tell me everything, darling. You can trust me.”
You want me to tell you that I think I’m falling for you? I don’t think so, Sir!
“I have nothing to say to you,” I answered, my voice cold and remote.
A pained expression passed over his features. I looked at him, puzzled. Why was he upset? Why was he behaving as if I had hurt him? My mind whirled with confusion as his hand slid up and down my back, offering me warmth and comfort. My eyes dropped to his shirt, suddenly finding it hard to look into that deep, brooding gaze of his.
He sighed and kissed my tear-streaked face. “All right. I’ll wait until you’re ready to open up to me. Now I want to make you feel better. I owe you one, my pet.”
His hand glided between my thighs, his fingertips trailing a languid path until they reached my crotch. The gusset of my panties clung to the slightly swollen lips of my sex. He moved it aside to rub on my clit. His hand explored me—teasing me, coaxing me—until my body shuddered fiercely.
“Through it all,” Seton said softly, “you’ve remained wet. Doesn’t that mean something? You actually felt pleasure when I spanked you, didn’t you?”
I said nothing, just stared glumly at his t-shirt and sniffed.
“This is who you are, Marjorie,” he went on. “This is what you’re into. Don’t fight it, darling.”
I leaned my head over his chest again and sighed. He was right, of course. It shamed me to admit that his spankings, though painful, had aroused me in a dark, profound way. They had helped me unleash the feelings I’d had bottled up inside since God only knew when. I sighed again. I enjoyed this kind of treatment, but it meant nothing if they were done by the wrong person. I enjoyed the spanking, rough as it was, but only when they were delivered by him—the Dom of my dreams.
I know this is who I am, Seton. And I want to be this way, but with you.
Forever.
It was just as well that he didn’t know where my real inner torments lay. He would have a field day with all that power over me.
He sighed and unexpectedly withdrew his questing fingers. “Look at me, my pet.”
I looked at him through a blur of unshed tears. Heat flared in the depths of his emerald eyes. “I know you want to be with two men at the same time. To make amends for what I did to you, I want you to have that tonight.”
He turned over to Mitch. “Go to him. Go suck his dick while I watch. Go do it before I change my mind.”
Stunned, I blinked away tears and glanced over at Mitch. He shifted in his seat, crossing and uncrossing his legs. A look of desire passed over his face. I turned wary eyes back to Seton. He was grinning at Mitch. “I think Mr. Briars would like that too, my pet,” he murmured. He smiled an affectionate smile at me and kissed the tip of my nose. “Now do as I say.”
Licking my lips and wiping away tears, I scooted over to the other side of the couch, squatting in front of Mitch. His eyes were half-closed, clouded with arousal. I smiled uneasily at him as I reached for his jeans and pulled down the zipper with shaky, clumsy fingers. He lifted slightly from his seat so that I could slide his jeans down to his thighs. His cock sprang out, hard and red and curving slightly to the left. He was fully erect—he’d obviously enjoyed every second of my spanking. He was nowhere near as thick and long as Seton, and he was uncircumcised, the wrinkled foreskin fully retracted. I had never given Mitch or his penis much thought, but they were both very appealing at that moment. I knew it had to do with Seton. I wanted him to watch me do it with another man, wanted him to witness the pleasure I could bring to someone other than him.
Seton sat silently, staring at us. Our eyes met and I gave him a slanted smile as I leaned down and swept my tongue slowly over Mitch’s red-tipped crown. Mitch’s hips pushed helplessly upward, his body trembling convulsively as he curled his fingers around my hair.
Seton’s nostrils flared, his pupils dilated, his jaw clenched. My gaze drifted downward, resting on the rampant erection trapped within his jeans. Now that was worth putting on a show like this!
Fueled by Seton’s silent approval, I curled both hands around the base of Mitch’s shaft and sucked him off greedily—my head moving up and down, fast and furious, letting every inch slip in and out of my mouth. Mitch groaned, his hand gripping tighter around my hair. I sighed inwardly, basking in the warmth of Seton’s unwavering gaze. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and let my senses take full reign.
I heard Seton shift in his seat and toy with his zipper. Then I felt him get up and move toward me, situating himself directly behind me. He grabbed my hips and positioned me in all fours, my upper body rested on top of Mitch’s thighs.
“You want two cocks inside of you, my pet?” Seton asked thickly.
I moaned in response, sucking Mitch all the harder, making his hips buck up and push into my mouth.
“Then you shall have them,” Seton drawled darkly as he removed my thong. “Enjoy it while you can, darling, ’cause this won’t happen again.”
He plunged into me so hard that my body jerked forward, forcing me to take Mitch deeper into my mouth, almost choking me. I let out a muffled cry of pleasure as Seton thrust into me with hard, pummeling strokes, filling me up so completely that I moaned incessantly against Mitch’s shaft. Seton curled his hands around my waist to hold me steady as he moved in and out of me, his strokes becoming faster and all the more urgent as he slammed hard against my stinging buttocks.
As Seton’s thrusts became more and more vigorous, I sucked Mitch just as aggressively, so that both shafts were in synch as they filled me. What a strange, yet exhilarating sensation, pleasuring two men at the same time. Such a thing had only existed in my darkest, wickedest dreams, and Seton had made it happen. By forcing me to submit to him, he had rewarded me with extreme, overpowering and unfathomable pleasure. It was the best gift a man had ever bestowed upon me, one I would treasure forever.
Blood pounded in my ears as they filled with the sounds of moans, groans and whimpers from all three of us as the fucking and suckling continued. I worked hungrily on Mitch while Seton took me like a vicious, dominant wolf staking his claim on his bitch. His thrusts told me that he was the one in charge, the one who owned and controlled me, and the one who supplied all of the pleasure. Mitch was just an inconsequential third party, a means to an end. And that was fine with me. Seton was the one I wanted.
Quick as a cat, Seton ended the heady contact and rose up behind me, wrenching me away from Mitch’s cock. I turned to face him, dumbfounded. “Why are you stopping? It felt so good!”
“To the bedroom, both of you,” he ordered, his voice husky and breathless. His cock curved up proudly, nice and slick with my moisture. He wasn’t wearing a condom. To my surprise, I found that I didn’t care. I loved having his bare flesh inside of me.
I glanced over at Mitch, who blinked up at Seton in lust-filled confusion.
“Do it,” Seton commanded.
Mitch and I lunged forward and exchanged puzzled frowns as we moved to the bedroom. My legs quivered with need and anticipation. What else did Seton have in store for us?
We stood near the foot of the bed when Seton strode into the bedroom, his hands behind his back, his rock-hard cock bobbing with each move. He stopped in front of us and gazed at me from underneath thick eyelashes, green orbs narrowed with passion. He had all of his clothes on except for his jacket. Only his penis and testicles were exposed. His jeans were suspended by his belt. My heart ached at the memory of hearing him say that I would only have his cock and nothing else.
I chanced a glance at
Mitch. He was staring fixedly at Seton, naked desire and something akin to adoration flickered across his face. Two spots of color flamed his cheeks when he saw me eyeing him. Huh. Was Mitch submissive or something? Or was he—oh horror of horrors—bisexual? Well, whatever he was, he was enjoying this as much as I was, that much was certain, and he was enjoying it exclusively because of Seton. At that moment I knew that, in Mitch’s eyes, I was the inconsequential third party, a means to an end.
“Lie on the bed,” Seton ordered Mitch. “On your back.”
Mitch obeyed, a little too eagerly, I thought.
Seton’s lusty gaze bored into mine. “And you,” he murmured, “go sit astride him. I want you to ride his cock.”
I blushed with both embarrassment and excitement at the sound of his command. Swiftly, I crawled into Mitch’s King-sized bed and straddled his hips. We exchanged awkward smiles as Mitch reached into his nightstand and slipped out a condom. He slid it on expertly with one hand while he cupped one of my breasts with the other, scraping a thumb across my nipple. Shuddering slightly, I guided him with my hand and eased myself down on his erection. I lifted and lowered myself slowly, pleasure gripping me as I imagined Seton standing behind us, watching me take another man’s cock into my hungry cunt. Mitch’s eyes were closed; his jaw clenched as his hips rocked forward, meeting my languid thrusts.
“Is she not one hell of a great fuck?” Seton asked Mitch from somewhere behind us.
“Oh, yeah,” Mitch replied through gritted teeth.
“And she’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Yes.”
“And her body?”
“Gorgeous,” Mitch groaned.
“I for one adore her body,” Seton purred throatily. “Especially her cunt. So wet and tight.”
I clamped my eyes shut and whimpered in response as I palmed Mitch’s naked chest and rode him harder—grinding wetly against him—ignited, as usual, by Seton’s dirty talk.
“But,” Seton drawled seductively as he moved closer to the bed, “I’d like to feel something tighter tonight.”
He climbed into the bed and stopped behind us, sliding one hand around my waist and holding me still. Mitch was still inside me, and he rocked his hips impatiently upward as I straddled him, now immobile. I felt Seton’s cock brush against the base of my spine. His hands cupped my buttocks—now numb from the spanking—kneading them gently.
“You’ve got a great ass,” he said thickly. “Nice and plump, just the way I like them.”
I gasped when he parted my cheeks and spilled something cold and greasy into the tiny passage.
“Sir—”
“Quiet,” he growled and shifted his hips so that I could feel the flaring tip of his penis probing my anus. “You’re going to take me in the ass and you’re going to enjoy it.”
My breathing grew labored as realization sank in. He wanted me to ride Mitch while he fucked my asshole. I shivered, torn between fear and desire. But even though it scared me, the idea of being sandwiched between two gorgeous men was too delectable to pass on. Reluctantly, I offered no resistance when Seton pushed me down so that I was bent over Mitch.
I swallowed hard as my arms stretched out on either side of Mitch’s head. Mitch licked his lips and ran his hands across the undersides of my breasts. His blue eyes twinkled with desire—desire for me or for Seton I had no idea. He looked as nervous and as excited as I was.
Apprehensive, I clenched my buttocks and bit my lip in anticipation.
“Relax, my pet,” Seton whispered soothingly. “You will enjoy this, I promise.”
“I, uh, I’ve never had a man enter me there,” I stuttered, glancing at Seton over my shoulder.
A naughty smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Good. Then I shall enjoy it all the more knowing that I’m the first.”
He bent me farther down against Mitch. “Fuck her,” he told Mitch.
Mitch moved beneath me, thrusting his hips upward and making me gasp when my clit scraped roughly against his body. My sensitive nipples brushed deliciously against his chest. I buried my face in his neck and moaned. The constant brushing and scraping over my most sensitive parts felt so good I almost saw stars.
Seton took advantage of the distraction and sank into my asshole, seating himself to the hilt.
I jumped up and let out a startled cry—eyes wide—at the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the core by two men at the same time. It was extreme, intense, overwhelming and…abso-fucking-lutely amazing! I had never come close to experiencing anything like it and doubted I ever would.
Both men went still for a moment, letting my body adjust to the double intrusion.
“Are you all right?” Seton asked, voice strangled. “Am I hurting you?”
A deep, animal-like sound tore out of my chest. I was completely beyond speech. Trembling, I leaned my head against Mitch’s. He kissed me softly on the lips as if to comfort me.
“Marjorie?” Seton insisted.
“I’m fine,” I managed to rasp out through gritted teeth. “Just keep going.”
He obliged, his hips undulating back and forth in slow, tentative strokes. Mitch thrust up at me in the same slow motion. I could only but groan as I felt both men filling me, stretching my two nether orifices at the same time. Mitch’s jeans brushed against Seton’s, and Seton broke the contact with Mitch by resting his thighs against mine.
Seton’s strokes became faster and deeper now that my body had fully adjusted to the size of him. His thrusts pushed me forward, nudging my clit against Mitch’s groin. I moaned and met their thrusts, throwing my hips back at Seton and sinking myself into Mitch’s cock. Then I stopped moving, just stayed there, sandwiched between them as they rocked me with their thrusting, our bodies settling into a sensual, delicious rhythm. Seton set the pace, deciding how fast or slow we all moved against each other. He was the leader in our erotic dance.
Mitch was very brave, taking the bulk of two people on him, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he looked like he was on cloud nine—biting his bottom lip as he let out loud, strangled groans.
Seton was enjoying himself too. He seemed delirious with pleasure, growling in my ear as if in terrible agony, the fingers of one hand dug into my hips as the other one cupped my breast, pinching the puckered nipple. I whimpered and my outstretched arms quivered on either side of Mitch’s neck.
“Enjoying yourself, my pet?” Seton teased thickly, moving in and out of my ass in long, sensuous strokes. “You like having two cocks buried deep inside of you?”
I whimpered in response as my body became rigid, getting closer and closer to reaching a climax. Seton recognized the signs, so he moved faster inside of me, enabling Mitch to move in the same tempo. His thrusts pushed me forward, rubbing my clit roughly against Mitch’s body.
“Come for me, baby,” Seton growled as he trailed soft, feather-light kisses across my neck and shoulders. “Come for me now.”
My anus contracted against the enormous cock that pounded it mercilessly. My pussy pulsed uncontrollably, in the brink of orgasm. Seton reached a hand into my pussy and dragged his fingers hard against my clit. Oh, God…
I ground my hips against Mitch and came wildly and violently—so overwhelming it almost hurt. Clenching my eyes shut, I cried out my orgasm through gritted teeth.
Mitch convulsed beneath me, his hips charging forward as he rode out his own climax.
Seton kept going though, pounding my ass so hard it was almost painful. His breath had grown shallow and he groaned as if in pain, announcing that he, too, was about to come.
“Yes,” I breathed out encouragingly at him. “Fuck my ass, Sir! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I said it in time with his thrusting, and thought my ass would burst into flames if he didn’t come soon.
He bellowed my name when he finally came, his entire body shuddering above me as he emptied himself inside of me.
I was about to collapse on top of Mitch when I was wrenched away from him,
landing on the other side of the King-sized bed. Seton panted next to me. His body sank down onto mine, weak after our vigorous encounter. I closed my eyes briefly and enveloped him in a post-coital embrace, fighting another wave of confusion over this enigmatic man who had bestowed on me the gift of carnal pleasures that reached beyond my wildest expectations.
“My sweet darling,” he whispered to me just moments before his mouth opened mine in a long, passionate kiss. Then he rolled over to the side, pulling me toward him so that my face was mere inches from his. Silence fell between us, only the shallow sounds of our breaths filled the room. I heard Mitch mumble something to us about needing a shower, then he left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
We lay there in each other’s arms. I stared at Seton. He was gazing at me, green eyes pensive. “You can’t leave me, Marjorie,” he murmured softly, smoothing away a strand of hair that had spilled across my forehead. “As I’ve said before, it’s not over until I say it’s over.”
His words pierced through my foggy brain. He was the one in control, always would be, and he wanted me to remember it. I didn’t need a reminder. I knew he had complete control over me, and I didn’t have the strength to fight against it. I wasn’t sure I wanted to anymore.
His eyes were now closed, thick eyelashes resting beautifully over high, masculine cheekbones. Within minutes, his body sagged, his arms loosening around me as his breath fell into a deep rhythm of sleep. I sighed and tugged my body tighter against his. His cotton white t-shirt smelled of cologne and sweat, warm with his body heat. For a moment, I thought about lifting his shirt to feast my eyes on his naked chest for the first time, but I immediately squashed the idea. I didn’t want it that way. When I got to see the rest of him, it would be because he’d shown himself to me, giving me all of him. Not just his body, but also his heart and soul. I knew that would never happen, but I could dream, couldn’t I?
I stared at him for a long time, tears swimming in my eyes. He was beautiful, truly beautiful, in a way that only a man who oozes sheer masculinity can be beautiful. He was also full of mystery and contradictions. He was dark and dangerous and sexy and domineering and… wonderful. I swallowed a lump in my throat. I didn’t want to feel anything for Seton, yet I was powerless to resist him—“powerless” being the operative word.
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