Finally Adam pulled out of Sarah’s ass, still erect enough for Jesse to feel every inch of his retreat through the flimsy membrane separating them. Without moving, he just closed his eyes and continued holding Sarah’s sweet weight, letting the hot water cascade over them like rain while Adam soaped up his hands and washed himself briskly. When he was thoroughly rinsed, he put a hand on Sarah’s shoulder. “Stand up, sweet pea. Let us bathe you.”
With a sigh, she unlocked her ankles and let her legs slide down Jesse’s powerful legs.
Like a doll, she let them position her the way they wanted, Adam behind her in a wide-legged stance, massaging shampoo into her hair, Jesse on one knee in front of her, using his large hands to soap every inch of her body. He lingered on her breasts, tugging gently on her nipples until she thought she’d come again just from that alone. “Spread your legs, baby.”
She did, her movements made slightly clumsy by the lust still rampaging through her. He inspected her pussy, spreading her labia wide, stroking up and down her smooth furrow. “Beautiful. Christ, you’re so beautiful. Pink and shiny and wet for me. Watch me, sugar. Watch what I’m doin’ to you.”
Curling her upper body forward and lowering her head, she watched as he toggled her clit with his thumb. Swaying slightly, her head slammed back against Adam’s chest, her back arching with pleasure. Her moan turned into a yelp as Jesse thrust two, then three fingers up inside her, his entrance made easy by the copious flow of her juices.
Breath shuddering, she lowered her head again to stare down at his hand, mesmerized by the carnal movements of his fingers and thumb on her super-sensitized flesh. Then her view was blocked by the top of his head as he bent forward to swipe his tongue across her clit and all of a sudden, her body went rigid as she sucked air to the bottom of her lungs. She released her breath in a scream, her entire body bucking and writhing with pleasure as yet another orgasm barreled through her, hurtling her over the edge and out to the farthest corner of the universe. If Adam hadn’t slid his arms around her from behind to hold her up, she would have fallen to the shower floor in a boneless heap.
As it was, she simply hung there, back straining against Adam’s chest, suspended between her two men as Jesse used tiny flicks of his tongue to keep her shuddering at the peak of pleasure for several moments before finally allowing her to descend slowly back to earth. With a tiny whimper, she slumped in Adam’s arms as Jesse rose to stand in front of her. He placed his hands beneath her armpits and pulled her to her feet, slanting his head to take her lips in a raw, carnal, open-mouthed kiss that bore the sweet, slightly acidic taste of her own feminine essence. God, she loved these men. She loved their Dominance, their sheer masculine power. They made her feel beautiful and valued and safe and honored above all things.
Lifting his head, Jesse gazed down at her tenderly, his black eyes glittering with some powerful emotion. He raised one hand to stroke the back of his knuckles across her cheek. Adam was standing behind her, his arms still around her beneath her breasts to keep her from falling. Enervated by the heat of their prolonged shower and the multiple orgasms she’d just received, she was barely functioning.
“We love you, sugar. You’re our entire world.”
“I love you, too,” she managed in response, although her kiss-swollen lips were stiff. “Both of you.”
Jesse washed himself while Adam used the hand-held to rinse the shampoo from Sarah’s hair and the soap from her body. Both men lifted her out of the shower and wiped her dry with a fluffy towel still warm from the warming rack. Then they sat her at the vanity and began to blow dry and brush her hair. “I can do that,” she protested mildly, reaching for the brush.
“Hush, baby. You’ve had a rough few days, so let us look after you. It is our privilege and pleasure to do so.”
She made no further protest. She didn’t have enough energy. By the time her hair was dry and curling softly around her shoulders, she was a mindless, boneless glob of protoplasm adrift in a sea of pure pleasure. Jesse picked her up and carried her out into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. Adam was right behind him, carrying a bottle of Sarah’s favorite moisturizer. By the time they had soothed the cream over every inch of her skin, she had fallen asleep. Rolling her over onto her side, Jesse climbed into bed behind her, Adam in front of her, fitting their bodies into the curves and hollows of hers. It wasn’t long before all three of them were asleep.
When she awoke, it was twilight and she was alone in the bed, curled up on her side. As she started to straighten her legs to indulge in a long, luxurious stretch, she pulled up short with a gasping little cry. Oh, my God! Her men had been busy while she slept! There was a plug up her ass, some sort of…something…in her vagina and her nipples had been clamped! Shoving the covers down, she looked at her breasts in astonishment. Two tweezer-like clamps, with beads dangling obscenely from the ends, gripped her nipples. Also hanging from each one was what looked like a tiny motor. A silver chain hung down from the clamps, linking her breasts and forming the top of a Y. Another chain, attached to the center of the breast chain and forming the stem of the Y, stretched down her belly and disappeared into her slit. As she moved, she felt an unmistakable tug down there! Holy Moley! Spreading her legs and using her hands to pry her labia apart, she stared in horror at a third tweezer clamp attached to her clit, which, at this point, felt swollen to the size of a softball.
And even as she stared at it, all three clamps started to vibrate, assaulting her tender flesh. Muffling a yelp, she jerked upright, only to moan as the move shoved the butt plug more deeply into her ass. Then everything started to vibrate, from the high, shallow buzz of the surface clamps to the deep, pulsating throbs deep within her pussy and ass.
With a shriek, she jumped out of bed, immediately hunching forward at the sudden, painful pull on the chain connecting her nipples and clit. Oh, my God! For an instant, she just stood there, lost and desperate, not sure what to do. Her body had become a gigantic beehive, alive with thousands of buzzing, crawling, stinging bees. Her muscles contracted viciously, preparing her for what would undoubtedly be the biggest climax of her life, when, all of a sudden, everything stopped.
With a plaintive wail, she slumped to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably as her massive orgasm retreated. Before she could even raise her head, Jesse was there, lifting her up in his arms, sitting on the edge of the bed with her in his lap, pulling her head down against his chest. A full-body shudder worked its way through her as the plug in her ass shifted, rubbing against the plastic bullet in her cunt. She sucked in her breath as she nearly came on the spot. Her entire body was tingling with a denied release that was close. So close. Biting her lip, she concentrated on Jesse’s heartbeat, pounding so loudly in her ear that she could barely hear what he was saying to her.
“…should have been here in the room with you when I turned on the remotes. We thought it would be a fun way to let you know that dinner was ready. I didn’t realize the cumulative effect would be so intense. I won’t make that mistake again, baby, you have my word. Please say you forgive me.”
Holy Moley! She held her breath. A Dom just asked a sub for forgiveness? Maybe Maggie was right. Maybe there are pods down in the basement. Perhaps I should go check…
The mattress dipped and suddenly Adam was there, too, sitting so close to Jesse their hips, thighs, and shoulders were touching. He pulled her legs across his lap, rubbing his hand soothingly up and down her calves. “How can we make it up to you, sweet pea?”
“Well-l-l-l.” Sarah drew out the word as she pretended to consider. Angel and Dolores both looked on, anxiety clearly written on their features as they awaited her decision. Sarah grinned. “You could turn them back on,” she suggested slyly. “And let me come.”
Yes! Dolores gave a victory fist pump and cartwheeled around the room, while Angel’s lips thinned in prudish disapproval.
“Be careful what you wish for, sugar,” Jesse said on a note of warning. “You might just get it.” And o
ne by one, he turned the remotes back on.
“Oh, my God! Omigodomigodomigod!” Her entire body stiffened, jerking spastically as if being jolted by thousands of volts of electricity. Her orgasm was immediate and powerful, assaulting her from every direction as it blistered through her. Her scream became a succession of sharp, yipping barks, links in a chain of rapture that scraped her throat raw and left her gasping desperately for every molecule of air.
And the orgasms kept coming, one after the other, rolling through her in seismic shockwaves, brutalizing her with a pleasure so intense, it nearly ripped her apart. Until she was sobbing uncontrollably, begging them over and over to “stop, stop, oh, God, please stop.” But never once did she utter or even think of uttering her safe word. Finally, her body gave up the struggle, and, with a harsh cry, she went limp in Jesse’s arms.
When she awoke minutes—Hours? Days?—later, all the vibrators had been removed and were lying on a towel beside her. Jesse had scooted completely onto the bed and was leaning back against the headboard. She was seated between his legs, her back to his front, her own legs hooked over his knees and spread wide. She could feel the hard bulge of his jeans-clad cock like an outcropping of granite against her spine. She couldn’t stop trembling. His arms were around her, his face buried in the curve where her neck met her shoulder. He was kissing her, licking her sweat-dampened skin, murmuring over and over, “Jesus, baby, you have no idea how fuckin’ beautiful that was. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.”
Adam knelt between her outstretched legs, washing her gently, pausing every now and then to place a tender kiss on a spot he’d just cleaned. Her skin was so excruciatingly sensitive she swore she could feel her eyelashes growing. His every touch sent tremor after tremor quaking through her. Rising to stand beside the bed, he gave her a smile that melted her insides, leaned forward to kiss her mouth, and disappeared into the bathroom.
“Wh–why c–can’t I stop s–shaking?” she asked through chattering teeth.
“Because you’ve just endured multiple forced orgasms,” Jesse said with a chuckle, “one of the most intense sexual experiences a woman can have. And you were magnificent, sugar. You never fail to amaze me.”
“Believe me, ‘intense’ is w–way too m–mild a word for what I just w–went through,” she retorted. Shivering uncontrollably, she pulled the oversized, plush throw Adam draped over her up under her chin, hunching her shoulders and huddling under its warmth. “I may never recover.”
“Trust me, baby, you will not only recover, you’ll want to do it again.” Jesse unhooked her legs from over his knees and lowered them to the mattress, tucking the blanket closely all around her. His cock thickened and jerked against her back, but he ignored his discomfort. This moment was all about Sarah and her needs, not his. He’d get his some other time.
Adam returned and held a bottle of water to her lips, tipping it to let her drink. When she had quenched her thirst, he said, “Open,” and put a Hershey’s Nugget in her mouth. She sucked on it, moaning in closed-eyed bliss, letting the warm, satiny smooth chocolate coat her tongue and glide down her throat. By the time she finished the sweet and drank some more water, she was no longer shaking. And she was absolutely ravenous. “Did I hear someone say something about dinner being ready? Or have I been sucked into an alternate universe?”
Jesse just chuckled, pushing her forward so he could extricate himself from beneath her. “And you didn’t think you’d ever recover,” he chided, bending down and picking her up in his arms. She always marveled at how easy he made it seem—picking up a hundred and twenty pounds of dead weight without even the slightest puff of exertion. “Maybe next time you’ll have a little more faith in your Doms’ ability to give you endless, mindless pleasure without actually killing you.”
“But if you did kill me,” she sighed, “what a way to go.”
When they got downstairs, she saw that the table had been set, the salad had been made, and the spaghetti sauce was simmering on the back burner of the stove. They sat her, completely naked, on one of the counter stools to watch while Adam put some garlic toast into the oven to heat up and some angel hair pasta into a large pot of boiling water. The succulent aroma of the garlic bread started to fill the kitchen. As soon as they were seated and had filled their plates, Jesse said, “We want to talk to you, sugar, about Ravish.”
Uh-oh. Glancing up from swirling strands of pasta around her fork, she saw that both men were regarding her intently. “You mean we’re still going?” she asked, her cheeks coloring to a lovely shade of pink.
“Of course we’re still goin’.”
“After all that’s happened, I believe we need to,” Adam added quietly. “After the chaos of the past few days, you need the structure of submission to help you regain your equilibrium.”
“The club isn’t usually open on Thursday nights,” Jesse continued, swallowing the enormous bite he’d been chewing. “This is just an informal get-together for original members of Ravish—which Adam and I just happen to be. With all that’s been goin’ down lately, we feel like we’ve been neglectin’ you. So tomorrow night is for you. You will be the focus of all our attention. And if you thought tonight’s orgasm was big, just wait. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
Holy Moley! How can it possibly get any better? And if it does, how will I possibly survive it?
After dinner, Jesse and Adam cleaned up the dishes then they all went down to the cave to watch Sarah’s all-time favorite movie, “Last of the Mohicans,” with Daniel Day-Lewis and Madeleine Stowe. She’d first seen it when she was in law school and from the opening drumbeat, she’d been hooked. She had fallen in love with Day-Lewis’s portrayal of Hawkeye, the stalwart, upright, honorable frontiersman, because he had reminded her so much of Jesse. Not so much in looks, but in character. And passion. And sheer alpha kick-ass sexiness. She’d never thought of Daniel Day-Lewis as being particularly sexy. Not until Last of the Mohicans. Certainly not since Last of the Mohicans, Dolores reminded her. I mean, come on. Bill “The Butcher” in Gangs of New York? Lincoln? Gimme a break!
Hiding a smile, Sarah curled up on her side on the sofa with her head in Jesse’s lap, her feet pressed against the outside of Adam’s thigh. As she watched Hawkeye and Cora’s irresistible attraction to one another lead them into one of the most erotic kisses in cinematic history, Sarah’s heart sped up and her belly did its familiar slow roll. She knew exactly what those two people were feeling. A love so intense, a connection so strong, neither time, nor space, nor circumstance could ever diminish its power. The exact same love and connection she had with Jesse and Adam.
Moved nearly to tears over the lovers’ anguish at being forced to part, and with Hawkeye’s impassioned promise to find Cora resonating in her soul, Sarah turned her head and looked up at Adam.
“You don’t even have to ask, angel,” he said, reaching out to brush the hair off her face and cupping her cheek with his warm palm. “Know this. Hang onto it and never forget it. If, God forbid, you are ever taken from us, we will move heaven and earth to get you back. Whatever it takes, we will find you.”
She tilted her head back to meet Jesse’s glittering gaze. “That is our solemn vow, sugar. No matter how long, no matter how far. We will find you.”
“I love you guys so much,” she whispered past the sudden lump in her throat.
“No more than we love you,” Jesse assured her.
With a contented sigh, she swallowed her tears and turned her attention back to the movie.
Adam lifted her top foot up onto his lap and began massaging it, rolling his thumbs up and down her instep, enjoying her groans and little sighs of pleasure. Jesse stroked her arm in a rhythmic, comforting gesture, reassuring her that she was their love. Their treasure. Their priceless possession, and they would do everything in their power to keep her safe. By the time Adam started in on her other foot, the movie was over and she’d fallen asleep.
“Get anything from those four assholes you arrested?” Ad
am asked quietly, continuing his working of Sarah’s foot.
“Enough to nail ’em for Patti’s murder. Fingerprints gave us their identities. They’ve got rap sheets a mile long, bar brawls, petty theft, GTA, B & E. You know, the usual. Two of ’em are brothers from Oklahoma, the other two are from North Dakota. The sole of one of the brother’s boots matches the bloody boot prints at Patti’s house, and Ogre’s blood was found in the treads and beneath his fingernails. CSU found a syringe under Patti’s bed with traces of GHB and with a partial print matchin’ the other brother. First thing they did was lawyer up, but Judge Walters remanded them without bail, so they’re not goin’ anywhere.”
As the last word left his lips, the lights flickered off and on three times.
“Fuck!” Jesse moaned, rolling his head along the back of the sofa. “Seriously?” he asked of the ceiling as the lights flickered again. “Like we don’t already have enough shit to deal with?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Thigh muscles bunching, Jesse rose from the sofa with Sarah in his arms. She woke with a muffled, “Jesse—what—”
“Hush, baby, everythin’s okay,” he said in a voice designed to soothe, even as he took the stairs with a sense of urgency, two at a time. Adam was right behind him. “We’re takin’ you someplace safe while we go out and check on our intruder.”
“Intruder!” Instantly awake, she drew back to look at the man carrying her so easily through the great room. “Jesse, what’s going on? Put me down, I can walk.”
He set her down. “Someone’s on the property,” was all he said, speaking not to her, but into his cell, which had somehow, as if by magic, appeared in his right hand. “Send backup, code three.” He flipped the phone shut and shoved it into the pocket of his jeans. “C’mon, sugar. Let’s get you safe.”
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