Three Men and a Woman_Jubilee

by Rachel Billings

  He stood in front of her for a long, seductive moment. She looked back at him and felt her nipples tighten in anticipation, more than they already were. After a long pause, he took a pinch of her wrist where Brody held her and attached one of the clamps. He pressed a button on the black box, and she felt a little, split-second electrical shock at her wrist. She drew in a sharp breath as he watched her intently, letting her know she’d be feeling that on her nipples before the night was over.

  “Bring her,” he said. “Cuff her.”

  Henry did nothing but watch as Keith and Brody took her a few steps to the hanging cuffs. He kept watching—and enjoyed it, if the tenting in his pants was any indication—as they raised her arms and wrapped the cuffs around her wrists.

  When they were done, Jubilee stood, arms raised, naked but for her heels, and bound. Henry took a good look at her then walked to a pulley over on the wall. Watching, he ratcheted a handle a couple turns, raising Jubilees hands farther. Her heels came off the floor now—just her toes reached.

  Her breath was rough, audible in the room. Brody had stayed next to her, a hand at her waist. He touched her face and drew her eyes to him. “Okay, baby?”

  Jubilee looked from him over to Henry. He watched with intense interest, almost needy. She took a breath and remembered the hot pleasure of the morning he’d bound her in her bed.

  “Yes.”

  Brody looked at Henry. “We need a safe word, right?”

  Keith looked over—he’d wandered to the wall of supplies, checking things out. “She can tell us to stop.”

  “She might say ‘stop’ when what she really means is ‘more,’” Henry observed. His words and his gaze on her made her shudder.

  But if she was going to do this—“I won’t tell you to stop unless I mean it.”

  Henry nodded. He’d taken the quirt from the wall. It had a short, leather fringe at its end. He brought it to her and brushed the fringe over one nipple. “All right,” he said. “‘Stop’ means stop. We’ll go to a safe word later if we need it.”

  “We won’t.”

  Henry’s gaze locked on hers, taking that as the challenge she meant. Without warning, he swatted her with the quirt, the fringe sharp against her nipple.

  Jubilee was hot, turned on already, and the sting felt good. She was vulnerable, at his mercy. It was hardly the moment to challenge him. But, she thought, there was no better moment. She might want to play, but she wouldn’t hand all of the control over to Henry. Or any of them.

  Turning her head, she looked at Brody. He was still watching her, like he was uncertain. She leaned toward him, closing in on his mouth, not quite reaching it because of the cuffs that held her. Looking at him, close as she could get, she said, “Do that again, Henry. It felt good.”

  Henry flicked the quirt again, Jubilee drew in a sharp breath, and Brody kissed her. A rough, deep kiss, his tongue filling her. His hands grasped her between her legs, both front and back. He pressed fingers into her and no doubt learned how wet she was.

  “Jesus,” he whispered as he ended the kiss. He looked at her while he foraged with his fingers.

  “That’s good, too,” she said. She wanted to close her eyes to it, to sink down against the cuffs and onto Brody’s fingers. To feel more of what Henry was doing to her nipple. To feel all of what they could do to her. All of them.

  But Keith drew their attention. Apparently, he’d made his choices from the drawers and cubbies, too. He tossed things down on the bench—a tube of lube, two big vibrators, a butt plug, if Jubilee guessed correctly. And—another scantily informed guess—anal beads.

  “We going to see how many times we can make her come?” he asked.

  “Sure. We can start with that,” Henry agreed. He slid the quirt down the center of her body and diddled it over her clit. “But just so you know, we’re going to finish with three cocks inside you. Triple penetration. Every opening you have stuffed full with cock. Getting fucked.”

  Jubilee was discovering a wild woman inside her who’d apparently been sleeping all these years. Henry was waking her up. She flexed, stirring her clit against the quirt. “Bring it,” she said.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Yeah, baby.” Brody almost laughed with the pleasure of her feisty consent, more challenge than submission. She was cuffed—chained, really—he had his fingers in her, both ass and pussy, and Henry was using the quirt on her—which, unless you were a horse, was an instrument of torture.

  And she was sassing them.

  The fine edge of wickedness in what they were about precluded laughter. But he couldn’t deny the pleasure.

  He’d had a pretty good idea how Henry wanted his birthday celebration to end. He’d guessed the activities of the day had all been leading to this moment.

  Brody had partaken in some fairly adventurous sex over the years. He knew he looked good to the ladies, and, a few years back, he’d become aware of how having a bunch of money served as a pretty good sexual lubricant. He’d had an easy time finding women who were eager to please him. Not exactly proud of it, he’d maybe more than taken advantage following his divorce. He’d been angry for a while, and it had taken some time for him to work his way through that, and a fair lot of women, too.

  This, though, was kind of new territory—dominant, edgy sex with a woman he loved. Handcuffs and chains and clamps—electrical shock an option, apparently.

  He’d known Henry had this in him. He’d had that peek into this room before, and he’d been in the house when Henry had brought women home. He’d seen them wobbly on their feet as he’d taken them back out to the car later.

  Brody wasn’t one to judge—consenting adults and all that.

  But he’d had his qualms about putting Jubilee in this setting. His sweetheart—their sweetheart. Their girl.

  She’d surprised him. A few minutes into it, and she was fucking glorious. Not just submitting to it, but inviting it. Like a fucking sex Amazonian.

  Henry looked like he recognized the challenge and was going to rise to it. He set the quirt down on the bench where Keith had added to his collection of sex toys. He picked up the black velvet nipple clamps, fingered them a bit, and then brought them to Jubilee. Watching her face, he took hold of a nipple, tugging to elongate it, and applied a clamp. He gave it an extra pinch at the end, and that drew a shudder from Jubilee. On the other side, he did exactly the same thing. When the clamps were in place, the chain that connected them hung down in an arc. Henry put a finger there with enough tension to cause a little tug on the clamps. Then he ran his finger side to side along the chain, appearing to make matters worse for Jubilee. When he hooked the chain and pulled on it, her breasts followed, lifted out by the clamps on her nipples. Henry held them there, suspended by the clamps and chain, giving small tugs.

  Brody had stepped back to watch, pulling his fingers out of her. Keith was on the other side also watching. He had a vibrator in his hand and, as Henry worked the chain, Keith flicked it on. He stepped close to Jubilee, held her face to his, and kissed her. He gripped the vibrator in his left hand and slid it down to press at her clit.

  Jubilee moaned at the sensations and rocked her body into Keith’s hand. She tensed against her bindings, her toned arms flexing, the curve of lean muscle visible. Brody moved behind her, bent his head to put his lips at the side of her neck, and put a finger back in her ass. Then he sucked, forming a bruise, and reamed her.

  She’d dropped her head back to give him access at her neck. She hung there, suspended, and let them have her. Moaning, she flexed her hips, rocking herself between the vibrator and his finger.

  “That’s it, baby,” Brody murmured in her ear. He tongued the bruise he’d left on her neck, satisfied in a feral way at marking his woman. She was breathing fast, urgent and needy. He pressed a second finger into her ass and she went over, bucking and crying out. Henry was working the chain harder and, as she peaked, he yanked hard enough that the clamps came off. She let out a scream and then collapsed, shi
vering, as she rode out the orgasm. When it was over, Keith removed the vibrator and shut it off, Brody drew his fingers out of her, and Jubilee whimpered in relief.

  Henry made it clear her respite wasn’t going to last long. He’d stepped back to the bench and made a show of lubing up a large, ribbed vibrator. Brody went to a small sink and washed his hands while Henry loomed behind Jubilee. She knew what was coming—Henry couldn’t have been more obvious about his intentions. The only thing that remained uncertain was the timing.

  Henry waited while Jubilee collected herself. Her breathing slowed, and she gained her feet again. She lifted her head from where it had fallen against her arm and watched as Brody walked over to stand next to Keith. She wasn’t exactly begging for mercy. Their girl wasn’t done yet.

  Her nipples were red and inflamed. Watching her eyes until the last moment, Brody leaned in and took one in his mouth. He ran his tongue over her, soothing and…waiting.

  He felt it when Henry thrust the vibrator into her ass—felt the rush into her lungs as she took a sharp breath, felt the tensing of her body, even felt the invasion of it ripple through her flesh. At the same moment, he drew hard on her nipple.

  “Oh. Oh, God.”

  Henry was fucking her ass with the vibrator, and its large, ribbed diameter clearly was making itself known there. Brody kept sucking on her nipple in time to the fucks, and she groaned each time. He felt Keith next to him and took a look as that one went to his knees and put his mouth on Jubilee’s clit. Jubilee moaned in pleasure, and Brody leaned over to take her other nipple, giving it the same soothe-then-hard-suck treatment.

  Henry turned the vibrator on, causing another moan and shiver from Jubilee. By the sounds of it, Keith had worked a couple fingers into her cunt. After a bit, Brody lifted up. He watched Jubilee ride the sexual wave she was on, like a surfer finding an endless barrel. He took both her nipples in his fingers, squeezed, and found her mouth.

  He worked her nipples and kissed her deeply until he was getting in the way of her breath. She lifted back and kept her gaze on his until she went over again.

  It took longer this time for her to get her weight back on her legs. She hung suspended for a bit, her head lolling.

  Henry left the vibrator buzzing in her ass. He came around, nudging Keith and Brody out of the way. “I’m going to fuck her,” he said.

  He grasped her thighs and stepped back, taking Jubilee’s weight with his arms and leaning her back into the cuffs she was suspended from.

  Already, he’d kicked out of his pants, and his big, bare cock thrust forward. He pushed closer, opening Jubilee’s legs around his hips, lined up, and thrust in. They all three watched it happen. Jubilee’s little pussy was bare now, completely shaved, and they could see the way that cock drew on her as Henry fucked her. He went deep, rutting against her, before he pulled out all shiny and slick with her juices. He fucked in again, holding, and Jubilee flexed.

  Full of cock and that big vibrator, hanging by her arms, she moved against Henry. “You like that, don’t you?” she asked. “You like to feel the vibrations from my ass.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” Henry answered.

  The woman shimmered. That was all that could be said. Her tits, thrust up and red-tipped, were like the biggest, best cupcakes ever, complete with cherries on top. Her toned abs curved, a small cut visible along each side. Her black hair, that long wisp at the top, fell over her forehead, curving toward one eye. Her blue eyes blazed, watching Henry. Daring him. She was a fucking glory.

  “Go ahead,” she said, wrapping her legs around Henry and digging her heels into his ass. “Do it. Fuck me.”

  “Jesus.” Keith was watching as Henry started fucking Jubilee’s cunt. He’d got his own dick out of his pants and was stroking himself as he followed the action.

  Henry was giving her great, big bangs. Brody imagined that vibrator was getting a little push into her ass with every thrust. Her head hung back now, but she lifted to look over. “Keith,” she said. “Get that other vibrator and shove it up Henry’s ass.”

  Keith grinned. “Hell, yeah.”

  “You…bitch,” Henry grunted out. “You sweet, fucking bitch.”

  Brody figured he meant that in a good way. He couldn’t deny it was a bit hot, seeing that vibrator go up Henry’s ass, then watching him fuck the girl with the thing just staying there in place.

  Henry howled when it went in, mid-fuck, and then howled some more. He went into a frenzy, wildly thrusting, his hands on Jubilee’s hips and his head thrown back. He cursed up a storm, using words Brody didn’t even know, and left fingerprint bruises on Jubilee’s hips.

  Brody wrapped one arm around Jubilee’s back to give her a little support. Then, because he still had a hand free, he fingered her clit.

  That was all it took for both of them. Jubilee rocked and hollered Henry’s name. Henry cursed some more, flailed into her, and they both flew apart. Jubilee screamed and Henry roared. They both spasmed and shivered, and Brody swore he could feel the searing pain-pleasure himself as Henry blasted her full of cum.

  Henry went to his knees, still swearing. With what looked like his last bit of energy, he tugged the vibrator out of his ass and dropped it, still buzzing, to the floor.

  Jubilee was done in, too. Her toes touched the floor but there was no strength in those legs. Brody took more of her weight while Keith gently turned off the vibrator and took it out of her. She fell forward, her head on Brody’s shoulder, and he looked at Keith. “Unfasten her,” he said.

  Keith took care of both cuffs and Jubilee totally collapsed into Brody’s arms. He lifted her and carefully laid her on the padded bench. She curled toward him, tucked up on her side, and he held her, gently running his lips over her. He noticed Keith was at the sink, washing off the vibrators.

  Jubilee’s eyes were at about half mast.

  “You okay, baby?”

  A smile curved her lips. “I took Henry down, didn’t I?”

  Brody grinned. “You sure did, baby. Who’d’ve thought?”

  Indicating he was down but not out, Henry spoke up. “There are ties on each corner of the bench. Put ’em on her.”

  * * * *

  Henry was still on his knees, not even able to lift his head from the floor yet. But wild, crazy Jubilee wasn’t going to best him.

  That had been the most spectacular thing ever.

  He’d already been mindlessly turned on, fucking that tight pussy of hers and feeling the vibrations from that toy up her ass. The physical sensations were already beyond anything he’d ever felt. Added to that, though, was the fucking hallelujah feeling of having her so much at his mercy. Having her hands bound up above her head, having his cock thrusting into her while she was helpless. And being responsible for the vibrator in her ass, when she’d had no power to stop him. He had her stuffed full, cock and vibrator, and there’d been nothing she could do about it except take it. Yeah, that had been wicked hot.

  And she’d been egging him on, daring him to fuck her, like that wasn’t going to happen anyway. She’d put the challenge out there, and he’d started banging into her.

  He about lost it when she told Keith to shove a vibrator up his ass. She’d watched him, those damn eyes filled with satisfaction, as he’d taken it in the ass. She loved that, he could tell, just as he had. That she could deal back what he was dealing to her. That she could let him fuck her, pussy and ass, but he’d be knowing, too, the gritty feeling of anal penetration.

  He about shot his cum into her in the first second. He’d never in his life had to work so hard to hold back. There was no chance, though, that he was going to lose it like that. She wasn’t going to win that easily.

  So he kept at it, humping into her with that damn thing poking out of his ass, and it was fucking glorious. Every last nerve in his cock was singing, that tight pussy a heavenly stimulation like always. The penetration of his ass was about what he’d expected—edgy, a little nasty, and hot for that reason. But the vibration there—in his
anal ring, and deeper, near his balls, was a fucking wild turn-on. Synapses got lit up there that he’d never known about. It was like he was thirty years old and just introduced to a sex organ he hadn’t known he had.

  He could have kissed Brody for going at her clit and putting an end to it, because, spectacular as it was, Henry couldn’t have lasted much longer.

  The sweet bitch knew it, too. He could see the glimmer in her eyes, the almost-victory, when he fucked her over the ledge. Not a second too soon, either, because he was coming, an orgasm that tore the cum from his balls like it had reached down his throat for it.

  She’d blown his mind. Never had anything felt so good. She’d given him the freaking best birthday present in the world.

  And he might have let her rest on her fucking laurels. But there’d been that glimmer, that sass. He wasn’t done with her.

  * * * *

  Jubilee wasn’t surprised, when sweet Brody had laid her so gently on that soft bench, to hear Henry’s instruction.

  It had been hot as hell watching Henry share that edgy, earthy pleasure with her. Feeling him fuck her with a vibrator in his ass just as she had. Giving back some of what he was giving her.

  Instinctively, she’d understood the satisfaction he took in that bit of dominance, in having her willingly submit. In driving her to the edge carnally. Binding her, inflicting pleasure that verged on pain, taking her ass as a symbol of his complete power over her. Having her prostrate herself, like a she-dog to her alpha.

  She could understand his pleasure in it and could find her own pleasure experiencing it. But it was good to share, and to have a share in it. Seeing him shudder as the vibrator went up his ass was a wild, victorious moment for her.

  No surprise he’d make her pay for it now—pleasurably.

  Brody was sweet, but there was no denying the gleam in his eyes as he lifted her first hand to a corner of the bench. A velvet band, she saw, as he fastened it around her wrist. She looked to her left as Keith came and did the same with her other hand. Then Henry was there, grasping both her ankles, and separating them, opening her legs, so he could bind her there. Standing there when it was done, looking at her exposed pussy, letting her know…he was back in charge.