by Jamie Craig
"Faster," Gideon warned.
Spurred by his tone, Emma stepped out of her panties, but she was stopped from toeing them aside by the sudden coil of Gideon's arm around her waist. He jerked her against him, his erection nudging her ass, and his broad hand came up and roughly pinched her nipple.
"I'm going to let your boyfriend count off for you," he said as he sat down on the couch. In a graceful move, he twisted her around, splaying her across his thighs so that his cock pressed into her stomach. One hand pushed her down between her shoulder blades while the other smoothed over the curve of her ass. "Get on your knees in front of her, boy. I don't want her screams to wake the neighbors."
Jesse sunk to his knees, gripping the base of his cock and angling it toward her mouth. The tip brushed against her mouth, and she parted her lips automatically, but before she could wrap them around his head, the flat of Gideon's hand came down across her ass. Not hard enough yet to make her scream, but enough to make her breath hitch.
"Count," Gideon ordered.
"One," Jesse said instantly.
Gideon put his other hand on the back of her head. She opened her mouth wider to allow Jesse to push his erection along her tongue.
"That's it. Take it all," Gideon said, before he brought his hand down again, harder than the first time.
Her scream was gagged in the back of her throat as Jesse buried his cock in it. Emma barely heard him say, "Two," before Gideon spanked her again, the sting this time in a fresh spot of skin. Her hands flew forward to grip Jesse's thighs, her nails digging into the taut muscle, but the contact made Jess gasp and drive even more forcefully past her lips.
"Look at her. She sucks cock like a pro. Don't you, you little slut?" Gideon said, before spanking her a fourth time. She tried to scream again, but it didn't get past her lips. Pain radiated up her body, and her pussy clenched with it, her clit throbbing.
"Four," Jesse gasped, driving forward. He gripped her shoulder, but Gideon pushed his hand away.
"I didn't say you could touch her," Gideon reminded him before making contact with her heated flesh for a fifth time.
The blows began to blur, his hand raining down faster than Jesse could count. Every inch of Emma felt like it was on fire, and the only way to extinguish it was to rub against Gideon's powerful thighs. She thought he would stop her the first time she ground her clit against his knee, but all he did was grunt and drag a finger between her cheeks. So she did it again. And again. And swallowed down Jesse's cock each and every time.
* * * *
Jesse curled his hands at his side, wanting desperately to touch Emma's soft skin, run his fingers through the hair hanging down over her face, rest his palm on the back of her head. He wanted to touch Gideon, too. Wanted to feel his muscles flex each time he brought his hand down on Emma's ass. But Jesse was effectively bound, Gideon's warning as strong as any cuffs or chains.
Emma's mouth was hot, each muffled scream vibrating up his shaft and through his balls. And her ass was turning from pink to a dark red, heated and bright against Gideon's pale hand. He stared at her, transfixed, trying to remember to count. But each slap from Gideon sent too much pleasure and pain and need spiraling through her, and he felt every second of it.
Gideon might have heard the quickening of his breath or the shift in his pulse, because his hand snaked around to grab the back of Jesse's neck, his fingers like a clap. "You don't get to come until I say you do. Understand?"
Jesse could only nod.
Without letting him go, Gideon smoothed his palm over Emma's ass. "Get up, slut," he barked. Jesse bit back his groan when she licked around the crown one last time before sliding off his cock, swaying as she scooted back off Gideon's lap. "It's time for the boy here to get his punishment, but he needs something a little stronger than my hand to get the message across. Go to my playroom. You have three minutes to bring back something I can use on him."
Her "Yes, sir," drifted behind her as she bolted for the stairs, but the moment she was gone, Jesse was pulled off-balance when Gideon yanked him against his chest. The kiss was swift and hungry, Gideon's questing hands everywhere at once, and it ended just as Jesse was starting to sink into it.
"How the hell did you talk Emma into it?" Gideon murmured, his voice rough with delighted surprise.
Jesse smiled. "I didn't tell her what I had planned, just asked her to follow my lead. I had hoped she'd be willing, but I didn't expect such a swift, enthusiastic response."
Another kiss followed, this one lingering long enough for their tongues to tangle in delicious sweeps. "Thank you. This..." Gideon ducked his lashes for a moment to hide his dark eyes before giving his head a quick shake. "Thank you."
Jesse knew Gideon was enjoying the game, but the confirmation that he made the right decision--a decision which he had only considered for about one second before suggesting--made him flush with warmth. "Hey, I know what you like." The sound of Emma on the stairs prompted Jesse to slide down Gideon's body until he was on his knees again. By the time she returned, his smile was gone, and he looked suitably chastised again.
She carried a paddle loose in her hand, and a slow burn began to radiate from his gut when Jesse recognized it. It was a favorite, thick leather with metal studs pressed into the flat. He and Gideon had spent long hours in the playroom with that beating Jesse's ass. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from showing pleasure in her choice as she approached Gideon and held it out.
"I hope this one's okay," she said softly.
Gideon took it with a grunt. "We're going to have to take the precautions we took with you," he said as he stood up. "Sit down, slut. Keep him quiet, or I'll tan your ass again."
A small frown creased Emma's brow as she sat on the couch, her uncertainty about what Gideon expected clear in the hesitancy of her movements. It wasn't until Jesse rested his hands on her knees and gently pushed them apart that her brows shot up.
"Oh," she murmured in understanding. "Okay."
Jesse was glad Gideon was standing behind him, because he couldn't keep from smiling as he pulled her forward on the couch until her ass was resting on the edge. He had been relieved that she jumped into the game so quickly, but more than that, he was very aroused by her willingness to play. She could have been half-hearted, or worse, could have left them altogether.
He heard Gideon behind him, and he knew as soon as he touched Emma with his tongue, the paddle would connect with his ass. Bracing himself, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her swollen flesh. Her juices coated his tongue and lips, and she smelled delicious, and her skin was so soft. Even though he knew exactly what was coming, he was so caught up in experiencing every nuance of her body that he shouted against Emma's skin as the paddle sent a wave of pain down his thighs.
"Count," Gideon ordered.
"One."
The tremor in her voice wasn't just from her rampaging emotions. Looking up at her through his lashes, Jesse saw Emma's gaze fixed on him, keen and luminous. He had no doubt she had felt the blow as strongly as he had, but what had shaken her so thoroughly was his lust-filled response to it. Bewilderment poured off her in waves, her quick breaths evidenced by the swift rise and fall of her luscious breasts. Even Gideon seemed to have paused behind him.
Emma swallowed. Slowly, she lifted her leg and curled it around the back of Jesse's head, pulling him closer to her pussy. The daze that had flooded through him dissipated, replaced with an edged hunger.
"One," she repeated.
He dug his fingers into her thighs with bruising strength as Gideon hit him again. His cock jerked against his stomach, dragging a line of pre-come across his skin. The blow momentarily distracted him from her clit, and he had to pull away from her to catch his breath, resisting the pressure of her leg against his neck.
"I didn't say you could stop," Gideon said darkly.
"Sorry," Jesse murmured, before pulling her clit between his lips.
The next few blows came in swift succession,
each one pushing him harder against Emma's pussy. It surprised Jess how easily she kept up with Gideon, and even more so that her juices flowed more and more with every degree the temperature of his skin rose. Her thighs quivered beneath his hands, and her calf tightened around the back of his head. By the time the breathless, "Eight," fell from her lips, he knew she was close to coming.
Jesse knew that if Emma reached her climax, he would too without any further assistance from Gideon. The thought was almost enough to make him panic--Gideon would punish him for that. Gideon must have sensed how close they both were to the edge, because he dropped the paddle and grabbed his hair, hauling him away from Emma.
Gideon bent, burying his face in Jesse's neck and inhaling deeply. Jesse's heart hammered as Gideon dragged his tongue along Jesse's jaw, and then over his chin and closed mouth, collecting Emma's juices from his skin. When he passed over Jesse's mouth again, Jesse parted his lips and caught Gideon's mouth with his tongue.
"I love the way she tastes on you," Gideon growled. His hand smoothed down Jesse's bare chest, nails scratching over his stomach before grabbing Jesse's balls and pulling. "But don't think you're going to get any more, boy. Not until I get my share."
Gideon released him abruptly, sending him back to his hands and knees. He expected Gideon to take his place between Emma's thighs, but he seemed to change his mind at the last moment. Instead of burying his face against her pussy, he pushed two fingers into her slick hole and pumped his wrist. "You ready to be fucked now?"
Emma cried out, arching away from the couch. "Yes, God, yes," she panted.
Gideon's eyes narrowed, and he buried a third finger inside her passage, pressing his thumb to her clit. "I don't think I heard you correctly."
Her desire-darkened eyes darted from Gideon to Jesse, in search of whatever it was she was missing. When she didn't find what she was looking for in his features, her attention shifted back to Gideon, her teeth chewing at her lower lip for long seconds as she thought.
"I asked you a question, slut. I'm waiting for the right answer."
Gideon's hint gave her the direction she'd been seeking. "Please, sir," Emma pleaded. "I need you to fuck me."
"That's more like it." Turning his hand to hook his fingers inside her pussy, Gideon tugged, forcing Emma to rise to her feet. He moved back at the same time, lying on the floor so that she had no choice but to straddle his hips, and reached out with his free hand to grab Jesse's wrist. "Don't think you're getting off that easy, boy," he said. "You're the one who's going to help me fuck this slut. Get her on my cock. Now."
"Yes, sir," Jesse said quickly, moving to straddle Gideon's thighs. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her against him, and grasped the base of Gideon's cock with his other hand. He brought the head of Gideon's cock against her pussy, teasing her clit until they both moaned--Gideon's moan tinged with frustration. He dragged Gideon's erection down her flesh to her passage, then rocked forward, pushing her onto Gideon's shaft.
Emma's sigh was matched by Gideon's satisfied grunt, her head falling back onto Jesse's shoulder. Her hair tickled his chest, and he couldn't resist skimming his mouth down her neck, tasting the salt of her skin.
Gideon's hand grabbed Jesse's hip, digging into the muscle with so much force, Jess knew there would be bruises. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, boy?"
Jesse looked up with a hot flush of guilt. His cock jerked against Emma's ass, his balls throbbing. He didn't know when or how his torture was going to end, but he hoped Gideon didn't intend to just make him watch the two of them again. "Nothing. Nothing. I'm sorry, sir."
"Don't hurt him." Emma's sudden interjection was accompanied by her even swifter lean forward as she braced her hands on Gideon's taut stomach. She began to ride his cock in shallow strokes, forcing the heated skin of her ass to rub up and down Jesse's shaft. "You're inside me, aren't you? That's what you wanted. That's what I wanted."
Gideon looked over her shoulder at Jesse. "And what about you? You've got to want something, too. Let's hear it."
Jesse hesitated for a moment. He knew what he wanted. Each time she rocked forward and his cock glided between her cheeks, he knew what he wanted. "To be inside of her. I want to fuck her, too. Sir."
"Except I'm already in her pussy. You're not suggesting I give it up for you."
"No. No, of course not." Jesse paused and as the implication settled over them, he felt Emma's sudden apprehension. "I would like to fuck her ass, sir."
Her eyes were wide as she looked back at him over her shoulder. "I've never done that before," she confessed softly.
Jesse immediately wanted to tell her that she didn't have to, that he wouldn't do anything she didn't want to do. But it wasn't his place to tell her that. Instead, he looked over her shoulder to Gideon, silently asking him to intervene.
Gideon tangled his fingers in her hair and forced Emma to look back at him. "Are you saying you're too good for him to fuck?" he quizzed, his voice low and dangerous.
Her response was swift. "No, no, sir."
"And you don't want to disappoint me."
"Of course not."
"So what was it you were saying to your cocksucking boyfriend?"
She had gone completely still against both of them, but as Gideon loosened his hold on her head, Emma returned her gaze to Jesse's. "I want you to be my first," she breathed. "I want to feel you in my ass."
Gideon's rich chuckle vibrated through both of them. "You heard her, boy. Get to work."
Jesse swallowed hard and nodded. He slid his fingers between her thighs and against Gideon's shaft. As she rocked forward, he followed her with his hand, coating his fingers with the slick fluid left on Gideon's cock and her lips. As she came back down, he spread her cheeks apart and found her puckered hole, then pushed his middle finger into her hot flesh. She gasped and he began to pump his hand slowly. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, "I'll make it easy for you."
He pulled his hand away when she nodded and pushed himself to his feet. Sparing them one more glance, he hurried into the bedroom to find the lube. He did intend to make it as good as possible for her--if she had a bad experience now, she might not want to try again.
The scene he walked back in on took his breath away.
In Jesse's absence, Gideon had wrapped his arms around Emma, pulling her down to his chest. The curtain of her hair partially obscured the play of Gideon's mouth, but Jesse saw enough. He saw the strong line of Gideon's profile as he nibbled along her jaw. He saw the way Emma kept licking her lips, leaving them glistening. And he clearly saw the way Gideon's thick cock disappeared into her pussy as she rode his length.
Jesse admired the two of them for just a moment before returning to his spot behind Emma. He poured a good amount of the lube on his shaft and spread the fluid over his head and shaft. With his finger still slick, he pushed it back into her ass, coating her flesh well. He ran his other hand up and down her spine in a soothing motion, knowing this would be easier if she was relaxed. The sensations he picked from her were tumultuous--desire, to be sure, but also anxiety, and beyond that, trust.
He slid his cock down her ass, and Gideon paused while fully sheathed, giving Jesse the chance to push the blunt head of his cock past her ring of muscle.
Emma cried out, clenching down at the same time to prevent Jesse from pushing further. Before he had the chance to soothe her, though, Gideon was already speaking.
"Relax," he murmured. His hand slipped between their bodies, and though Jesse couldn't see what he was doing, he knew from Emma's reaction that he was caressing her, most likely her clit. "He'll take it slow."
Jesse continued to rub her back as she gradually relaxed. When she was no longer blocking him, he moved forward another half inch and paused. He would take it slow. But it was hard. He was certain it was harder than anything else he had ever done in his life not to slam forward and bury himself in her tight heat. But he held that impulse in firm check, and she allowed him to ease forward
a little bit more, and a little more after that.
He didn't push beyond that, electing instead to ease out and begin the slow process again, allowing her the chance to become fully accustomed to his thickness.
"Ohgodohgodohgod..." The words were indiscernible from each other, a continuous stream of breath as Emma's body trembled between them. She clutched at Gideon's shoulders, rocking slightly along his length as Jesse eased deeper and deeper into her ass, but there was no more resistance, no cries of pain as her body accepted the dual assault.
Gideon met Jesse's eyes over her shoulder, and the corner of his mouth lifted. A fresh roll of pleasure tumbled through Jess when Gideon began to thrust. It wasn't just Emma's heat any longer; it was the sensation of Gideon's cock moving against his, with only the thinnest of barriers between them. Without thinking, Jesse chased after more of it, burying himself in Emma's channel on the next stroke.
She shuddered and cried out, her body clenching around both of them. "Don't...stop," she panted. "Please, don't stop."
"I won't...can't..." Jesse said between gritted teeth, his hands going to her hips. She was so tight, her muscles clenching around him each time he pushed forward. Gideon started thrusting faster, but Jesse didn't match his rhythm. He moved as slowly as he could, deliberately extending each inch of contact until they were both quivering and sweating. He almost lost track of his own sensations as her pleasure wrapped around him in ever-tightening bands, and then suffused his body, spreading through his chest, and even into his fingers and toes.
He kept his eyes fixed on Gideon as a focal point, afraid that if he looked away, he'd completely forget himself.
When Emma quickened her pace, meeting Gideon's thrusts with a matching hunger, driving back onto Jesse's cock, he knew the end was near. He wouldn't last long at all if she kept this up. But always, in the back of his mind, Gideon's warning rang clear, the implicit threat in his voice sending appropriate chills down Jesse's spine. It helped to counter the slick glide of her skin against his, and the picture of her nails leaving half-moons in Gideon's skin where she held on to his shoulders, and the way she underscored her heavy breathing with their names.
