Isabella's Submission [Fate Harbor 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Caitlyn O'Leary

  “That’s right, Bella.” Leif felt the corner of his mouth tick as he saw Caleb’s hand slide a little lower, closer to her core. “Do you want Leif to continue?” Caleb asked as Leif held his breath. He felt her warm breath on his hands as Isabella cradled them.

  “Yes, please. I want to explore this further.” She invited, prying Leif’s thumb away from the rest of his hand and sucking it into her mouth. He groaned and realized that he was seconds away from ejaculation. Caleb looked over at him in surprise, as Leif mouthed, “She’s sucking my thumb!”

  “Dude!” Caleb mimed back.

  Leif no longer felt jealous for Caleb’s time alone with Isabella. Caleb moved his hand and somehow Leif was able to get himself back under control. He compartmentalized the sensation of Isabella’s mouth on his finger and lifted his hand.

  Again and again Leif continued to use the flat of his hand on her ass, raining swat after stinging swat on first one cheek and then the other. Satisfaction flowed through his veins like warm honey as Leif watched her caramel skin blush pinker and pinker.

  Isabella still made no sound. She gripped his hand a bit tighter, but otherwise, she seemed to have no reaction. Meanwhile, Leif was reacting enough for both of them. Seeing his handprints on her buttocks, his mark on her skin transported Leif to a place where only he and Isabella existed. Then he saw Caleb’s hand and realized that was wrong. Caleb belonged in this private world, as well. He was part of this. Leif looked up, pleased to see Caleb’s eyes glittering with excitement.

  He shifted his focus to paddle the area where her ass met her upper thigh, and for the first time she made a sound. Leif looked at Caleb. They weren’t sure what they had heard, but Leif wasn’t finished. Her butt was merely a pretty shade of pink. He was determined that it was going to be a deep rose by the time he was done. He spanked her again, and as they both heard her groan, they watched as she raised her ass. Undulating away from his lap, Isabella rose in an attempt to meet Leif’s hand in its descent. Ahh, there it was. He’d been waiting, knowing it would come. His little sub had just peeked out of her shell. Now he just needed to hold it together long enough to show her the beauty and pleasure of submission.

  * * * *

  Salty. Warm. Leif. Every nerve in Isabella’s entire body was ablaze. She tightened her grip on Leif’s hand, sucking harder on his thumb for some solace. It took everything she had not to splay her legs and grind her wet and dripping pussy against his knee. The heat of Caleb’s hand against her back threatened to spread the flames already consuming her.

  Crack, she had five breaths, five licks across the calluses on Leif’s thumb until the satisfaction of another lightning bolt would grace her backside.

  Crack, she was groaning, but she couldn’t stop herself. The pleasure of the pain was too great to be contained.

  Crack, she was rising, reaching for the hand that was providing her something she couldn’t define, but desperately needed.

  Crack, she bit down on Leif’s thumb. She needed more. She needed something else. Leif surely knew what she needed. They must know what she needed. Please, let them know what she needed.

  * * * *

  “Baby, come back to us.”

  Isabella had no idea how she came to be lying on the bed. She looked up to find Caleb and Leif on either side of her. Caleb was lying on his side, with his head propped on his hand as he gave her a concerned look. Meanwhile, Leif was sitting up, transfixed as he awaited some sign of life from her.

  “I’m…I’m…” She shook her head, trying to gather her thoughts. Caleb sat up and pushed her curls behind her ear.

  “What, Bella?” She knew she was worrying Caleb, but she was having trouble voicing her thoughts. She looked to Leif, knowing he would understand.

  “You’re confused, aren’t you, baby?” Isabella considered the word. She rolled it around in her mind and on her tongue and realized it was wrong. She wasn’t confused. She was actually very clear. She looked into Caleb’s worried green eyes, and then into Leif’s assessing blue eyes.

  “No, not confused.” Her words came out a little slurred. She felt like she had years ago in college after drinking too much. There was a better word. “Buzzed. I’m on the edge of being drunk. I’m buzzing.” She stretched. She felt good. Her butt hurt. She pressed and wiggled it into the bedding, thankful that her dress had been pulled down when they put her back on the bed. “I’m fizzing.” There, that was the right word.

  Suddenly, two sets of eyes changed. Gone was the worry and the assessment. Instead, their eyes turned hot.

  “Fizzing is good. Fizzing is wonderful, Bella!” Caleb sat straight up in bed and before he finished saying her name, his T-shirt was over his head and thrown across the room. She lifted herself onto her elbows, taking in his expanse of sculpted ebony. Caleb reached over to the top button of her dress and slipped it through the loop. Isabella tried to see what he was doing, but the button was under her chin, so she couldn’t. As she had moved her head, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Isabella turned to see Leif slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She couldn’t look away. She was mesmerized.

  “Do you want to make love with us, Isabella? Not in repayment for anything, but because you desire us. Because to not make love would—”

  “It would hurt, Leif. It would hurt if we didn’t make love.” She pushed into a sitting position with Caleb’s arm helping her from behind. These men understood her better than she understood herself. Not just her body and its needs, they truly comprehended her mind and all its corners, wants, and desires. Leif got up off the bed and undressed as she watched his every move. Isabella was vaguely aware of Caleb releasing button after button on her shift, until the blue smock was parted. How could she even think about her state of undress when she was seeing Leif naked?

  He had a terrible scar that ran from his upper thigh to the top of his left hip. The shadow of this wound betrayed a history of his flesh having been torn from his body, at some point. The contrast of this violently marred tissue erupting from his otherwise faultless form was devastatingly magnificent. They had been right in their assertion that Isabella had only been with boys in her previous sexual encounters. Caleb and Leif were men. Handsome. Beautiful. Stunning. All the words she’d used when thinking of Leif Johansen. None of those words truly did him justice as she drank in his unashamed nakedness. His penis thrust out as if it was pointing directly at her, and her mouth went dry. The curls that surrounded his sex were more golden than the white-blonde hair on his head. She grinned, involuntarily. Of course his cock was surrounded by gold! It was treasure, after all.

  Leif arched a brow at her, and her grin bloomed into a smile.

  “I think our Bella likes what she’s seeing,” Caleb commented. She turned to him to stroke her hand along his jaw.

  “I think you have too many clothes on, Caleb,” Isabella bravely suggested. Leif knelt on the bed.

  “I think you do, too, Isabella.” She didn’t know where to look. Caleb was now at the foot of the bed pulling off his jeans, but Leif was right beside her with his cock so close, she could see every vein and ridge. While she teased herself with deciding where to look, Leif managed to divest her of her dress and bra. She didn’t register her own state of undress, until Leif left her field of vision and pressed himself against her back as he cupped both of her breasts.

  “Look straight ahead, Isabella. Watch Caleb.” Caleb peeled out of his navy boxer briefs and once again Isabella’s mouth turned to cotton. She’d seen Caleb’s chest earlier, so she now focused solely on his penis. It didn’t point straight out like Leif’s. It looked heavier and fuller, and then Caleb grasped it in his hands, stroking it up and down. When she saw a bead of pre-cum at the tip, her mouth watered and she whimpered. Isabella was being bombarded. Caleb’s thick dark cock beckoned for her attentions, but she felt Leif’s erection pulsing against her back. As she tried to come to grips with that, Caleb approached her, barking a command at Leif.

  “Help me turn her over.�
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  In a coordinated effort, they rotated Isabella onto her stomach, with pillows under her head, hips and leg. Isabella never much thought about her butt in a sexual context. It just wasn’t something that entered her consciousness. But with four large hands stroking over it, Isabella was pleasantly surprised to acknowledge, at least for the moment, that her ass was now the center of her universe.

  “It’s too much,” she finally wailed, as she felt Caleb’s fingers fondling the cleft of her buttocks. The moist heat of a tongue invaded her warm, swollen flesh. Whose?

  “No, you can’t want to do that,” Isabella protested. She fought to find her arms, which were tucked beneath the pillow.

  “No, Bella, leave your arms there.” Caleb’s lips were at her ear, his hands now gently cupping her elbows to keep her in position. She felt another lick. Leif! “Nothing is going to stop us from caressing you, touching you, tasting you. You’re ours tonight. All of you,” Caleb whispered to her.

  “But you can’t—” She let out a small shriek as the lick changed to a sharp nip of the teeth.

  “Bella, I think Leif’s trying to tell you that not only can he, he wants to.” Long laps of Leif’s warm, abrasive tongue melted Isabella into the bed. That fizzy feeling returned as Isabella sank into the comforting support of a pillow under her tummy, allowing her legs to relax and fall away from one another. Immediately, her awareness snapped her back into self-consciousness, as she clenched and tightened her legs together. Her efforts were immediately repaid with a sharp smack to her highly sensitized flesh. Like using the correct key in a complicated lock, Isabella hummed and relaxed.

  “Oh, you are the perfect girl, Isabella.” Leif’s long fingers delved into the crevice between her legs, sinking into the soft flesh of her upper thighs, to spread her limbs. She shivered and whimpered.

  “You’re doing so good, Bella. We’re so proud.” She wanted the fizzy feeling back, but she was a little frightened. It was just her, Isabella Camarena. How could she be perfect? How could they be proud?

  “Isabella, stay with us,” Leif’s voice directed firmly. Suddenly, Isabella felt his fingers sliding through her slick folds, until they reached the threshold of her pussy.

  “You’re with us, aren’t you Bella? You know you’re beautiful. You know we think you’re wonderful.” Caleb’s whisper tickled her ear. Isabella shook her head, trying to retreat from him, trying to tell him he was wrong. Then Leif thrust his fingers deep into the cavern of her drenched sex, and she screamed at the sublime sensation. In and out, in and out, Isabella tumbled through time and space. There was a hazy part of her mind that took note as Leif clasped one arm around her waist, bringing her up on her knees. The angle of this new position morphed Isabella’s pleasure into something even more stunning. She cried out again, her mouth open and wet against the pillow as Caleb kissed her temple and Leif’s fingers freed her to be perfect.

  * * * *

  Caleb was in awe. He knew he was falling in love with Isabella Camarena. His first clue to this development came when he started manufacturing reasons to go back to the Cesar Chavez School so that they could continue to see her. Searching for her last week with no idea whether or not she was safe had been absolute hell, so he was pretty sure he was in love. But today clinched it. What he hadn’t realized was that the woman he’d fallen in love with was truly a sexual submissive.

  Yesterday when he learned that she had some emotional issues he hadn’t realized how D/s could help. Leif, in a rarely instructive moment, demonstrated to Isabella and him how Isabella’s damaged perception of herself could be rehabilitated through some disciplinary, yet healing sexual venture. Caleb’s hope was that bringing Isabella into a loving relationship would allay her deep-seated fears. However, after witnessing Isabella’s calmly hypnotic response to restraint served with a side of pain, Caleb now recognized that she was truly gratified by submission. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that. He knew how Leif felt about it. His friend was in heaven.

  Sexually speaking, Leif was the other side to Isabella’s coin. He understood that Leif gained as much solace as his female subs did in their adventures. Leif had explained to Caleb that he longed to give and receive comfort by dominating a woman. Caleb recalled that Leif never tried to hurt his subs, but found fulfillment in pushing their boundaries to offer some extra restraint or discipline to transport them into a state of bliss. He had watched Leif do exactly that for Isabella today, providing her true solace. He had seen both of the people he loved get exactly what they needed from each other, and he wondered where that left him.

  Deep in contemplation, he jerked in surprise when a warm, soft hand softly clamped around his dick. He looked down into Isabella’s irresistible doe eyes, as his heart leapt into his throat.

  “Caleb?” His Bella’s voice was tentative. Was his expression making her hesitate?

  “What, sweetheart?”

  “I don’t know if I can do this right, but would it be okay if I tasted you? Can I try loving you with my mouth?” His dick pulsed in her grip, as her soft, caramel skin of her hand slid over the dark brown skin of his cock, and was unsurprised to see pre-cum weeping from the tip. Hell, her small hand couldn’t even completely circle him. She was so small and delicate and, oh, the things he wanted to do to her. His mind boggled.

  “Anything you want to do, if you do it with love, will always be all right, Bella.” He was now confident that she felt love for him, as well. He was unsure if she realized it consciously, but still, he knew it was there. As Caleb acknowledged his trust in her feelings, he came to appreciate how he fit within their triad. He brought love, too. That’s what he brought to the two of them. There was love between the three of them. While he might not be as experienced as Leif at this Dom/sub thing, he knew how to give love. It took everything he had not to come when Isabella laved her tongue against the head of his cock, licking up his pre-cum and humming her approval. She drew away and looked up at him.

  “You taste good.” Then she did something no other woman had done before. She rubbed her cheek along his shaft and breathed in, sliding ever closer to his thatch of pubic hair. She breathed deeper. She looked up at him again. “Dios, you smell so good.” She slid slowly back and opened her lips and her small mouth engulfed him. His whole body trembled, and then so did hers. He opened his eyes and saw Leif with his head between her thighs, his thumbs spreading the lips of her sex with his tongue tunneling in and out of her sheath.

  Languidly, Leif burrowed deeper, and Caleb watched in fascination as his friend parted her even more so that the small pucker of her anus came into view and her trembling increased, as did her level of suckling. It was clear that his Bella had an oral fixation. Caleb grinned as he saw Leif move ever upward until his tongue began to caress the tiny star and her suction doubled.

  “Bella, you need to stop.” Caleb didn’t want to release in her mouth the first time she attempted to give him pleasure with her tongue. But she gave her head a little shake and hung on. Caleb bellowed as he shot cum into the hot cavern of her mouth and Leif obviously shot her into an orgasm with his fingers on her clit and his tongue circling her anus.

  * * * *

  Leif came back from the bathroom with condoms and lubricant. No matter how wet Isabella was, she was small and tight, and he and Caleb were large men.

  He stopped when he got to the foot of the bed. Isabella was in a semi-seated position leaning against Caleb. She had her knees up and spread, her eyes following his every move. The petals of her sex were open to him. In recent years he’d come to think he liked bald pussies, but seeing her sex surrounded by beautiful black curls convinced him that he had been wrong. But maybe it was just Isabella. Her feminine mane just made her sex look more lush and womanly.

  Her taste had been perfect and he needed more. Leif made his way to her, parting her even wider so that he could help himself to her slick juice. He brought it to his mouth, sucking it off his fingers. He wasn’t sure what delighted him more, the taste
or the whine of arousal that came from his girl.

  “We’re going to fuck you first, then we’ll love you. But we need to fuck you. Can you handle that, Isabella?” He watched as her as she flattened her knees toward the bed.

  “God, yes. I need that, too.” He saw her eyes begin to glaze over.

  “No Isabella, I need you with me. I need you to be a good girl and stay here with me. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, Leif.” Oh yes, she was perfect. He watched as Caleb reached around to gently cup Isabella’s breasts, his face a mask of concentration. Leif rolled on a condom, and then flicked open the cap of lubricant, as Caleb nodded in agreement. He poured a generous amount on two fingers. He coated her channel, then poured more and painted his condom-covered cock. He knew now that Isabella appreciated a bite of pain with her pleasure. But this time, this first time, Leif wanted nothing for her but joy.

  He moved slowly as he pressed in and eased out, continuing in that rhythm, until she reared up, smashing her breasts into Caleb’s hands as she grabbed his ass, and shoved him into her cunt. They both cried out in satisfaction as he bumped her cervix.

  “Jesus, Isabella!”

  “Madre de Dios!”

  He could do nothing other than start a hard rhythm in and out. He had planned to go in slowly, to seek out that spot that would bring her ultimate pleasure, but he was out of his mind. He looked up frantically to his partner, who read the situation perfectly. Caleb reached down and began a fast tempo against Isabella’s clit that had her immediately panting, and calling out both of their names. Then…

  “More. Harder! Faster!” As Leif jetted cum into the tightest cunt he had ever felt, Isabella fell back onto Caleb’s chest with a loud shout. Leif looked down appalled. He looked up at his friend, who had an equally dismayed look. Leif looked down at the woman in Caleb’s arms. Her brow was beaded with sweat, her eyes closed, and she lay there gasping as if she had just run a marathon. Leif was afraid to touch her. He lifted himself away from her body, as Caleb moved his hand and started to caress her face Leif slowly eased out of her still tight, pulsing pussy. She pushed her pelvis up at him. “No.”