“Permission granted, Slave Jesse.”
“I humbly submit my body for your punishment. I deserve everythin’ you do to me tonight.”
Tears flowed from Sarah’s eyes as she bent down so her head was right next to Jesse’s. “Eyes on me, slave,” she said, barely able to speak through the sobs threatening to hijack her voice. Her chin wobbled as she tried to get herself under control.
He turned his head to stare at her, mesmerized by the tears rolling down her cheeks. More than anything he wanted to take her in his arms and wipe them away and make love to her until the world crashed down around their ears.
“Is that what you think this is about, Jesse?” she whispered. “Punishment?”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him by putting her fingertips over his lips. She shook her head slowly, leaning forward and replacing her fingers with her lips, giving him a trembling kiss. “No, sweetheart. This is about love. The kind of love I have for you. And it’s about pleasure. The kind of pleasure I want to give to you.”
Something deep inside of Jesse simply…let go and he found himself unable to stop the tears suddenly flowing from his eyes. “You do give me pleasure, baby,” he assured her quietly, “simply by bein’.”
Sarah’s throat squeezed. She lifted a finger to wipe a drop of sweat off of Jesse’s forehead. “I love you, sweetheart. Don’t ever forget that.”
Giving him a swift kiss on the lips, she got up off the bed and proceeded to handcuff Adam’s wrists also. “I love you, too,” she said, smiling at the wink he gave her.
Reaching for the tube of lube, she flipped the cap and squirted a generous amount on her first three fingertips. She lowered her hand and placed her slippery fingertips just below the opening of Jesse’s anus. Stroking upward, she breeched the puckered hole with her middle finger, pushing it deep into the hot, dark tunnel until it hilted.
Holy fuckin’ hell! Jesse’s limbs shook as he jerked against his restraints. He’d never expected anal penetration to be so intense. Or so goddamn…pleasurable! His movements became more frantic as she retreated, circling her finger as she went, stimulating nerve endings he didn’t even know he had.
Inserting the tube around an inch into Jesse’s anus, she squirted a stream of lube directly inside his anal passage. Swirling it around the opening, she then thrust two fingers in up to the webbing. Spreading them, wind-milling them, she worked the lube deep inside while at the same time stretching his tight muscles to receive the massive, strap-on dildo she planned on wearing.
Without warning, she thrust her third finger into Jesse’s anus, being careful to give direct stimulation to his prostate as she entered. Jerking his head back, he let out a shout. “Christ, Sarah!”
“That’s ten,” she said without even looking up from the deliciously carnal sight of her fingers, shiny and slippery with lube, thrusting in and out of his asshole. “Five per word. Want to try for more?”
With a muffled groan, jaw clenching so hard his molars ground together alarmingly, he lowered his head back to the mattress.
Sarah gave him a few more thrusts, then picked up the black plastic butt plug. Slathering it generously with the lube, she pressed it against Jesse’s tight anal pucker and pushed, watching his tissues part, watching the tight ring of his sphincter stretch around the widest part, then close in around the narrowest part to keep it in place. Her belly clenched. This is what he sees when he plugs my ass. No wonder he likes it so much. “Just hold onto that for a while,” she said, tapping the end of the plug with her fingertip, wrenching a low groan from Jesse. “I’ve got plans for that ass.”
After repeating the entire process with Adam, she picked up the flogger with the multiple short strands and stood behind Adam, slightly to his left. Drawing back her arm, she slapped the flogger sharply across the fullest part of his right ass cheek. His body jerked, then she hit him just as sharply across his left ass cheek. Red welts raised by the suede falls appeared across both cheeks. As she watched them appear, she swirled the tips of the falls in circles over his heated skin before giving him two more strokes. She alternated striking and swirling until she’d given him ten full strokes and his skin was a nice shade of red.
“Very nice, Slave Adam,” she said, stroking his hot skin with her left hand. Then she moved behind Jesse. “Now it’s your turn, my love,” she said, bringing the flogger down sharply on his ass. Jesse’s entire body jerked, as a guttural cry blasted from the back of his throat.
As red lines bloomed across his skin, she trailed the falls of the little flogger up through his ass crease, swirling them all around his tight, swollen balls, caressing him with the suede strips. Then she drew back and let fly again, striking his reddened skin. Another cry blasted from his throat.
The flogging and teasing continued for eight more strokes, until, exhausted, Sarah let her arm fall, dropping the flogger to the floor. “Slave Jesse,” she ordered, “move five spaces to your right. Both of you spread your legs.” Retrieving the ankle cuffs and the spreader bars from the tray on the nightstand, she fell to her knees behind first Adam, then Jesse, attaching the cuffs to their ankles, then having them adjust their stance in order to attach the cuffs to the spreader bars. Sinking back on her heels, she sat there, panting for breath, unable to take her eyes from the two delectable male asses, red and hot and still striped from her efforts with the flogger. Their tight ball sacs dangled down between their spread legs, like ripe, juicy plums. Unable to stop herself, she reached out and closed her hand around Jesse’s balls.
A strangled cry left his throat as pleasure shuddered through him. Christ, who would’ve thought Sarah had so much Domme in her? I never expected this session to be so. Fuckin’. Hot! Goddamn!
Gently she manipulated his balls, pulling, squeezing, tugging, feeling them tighten and grow hard as his arousal peaked.
He felt the pinch at the base of his spine, felt his balls drawing up, his seed boiling. Just as he was about to explode in climax, she released him. “Do not come,” Sarah ordered coldly, leaving him gasping for breath, rocking his hips back and forth as if seeking the one touch that would send him over the edge. A touch that never came. She repeated the process with Adam, bringing him to the edge, then releasing him as well. She did this twice more with both of them, not allowing them to come. Then she stood.
Picking up the strap-on dildo, she studied it for a moment, then stepped into the elaborate harness and adjusted all the straps. Once again standing behind Jesse, she reached out and grabbed the flat end of the black butt plug that was still in his ass. Twisting it around and around, she tugged, watching Jesse’s asshole stretch wider and wider as the fattest part of the plug distended the tight sphincter. His flexing inner muscles expelled it the rest of the way.
Laying the plug on the towel she’d found in the armoire and spread out on the bed, she picked up a condom from the bowl on the nightstand and rolled it down over the dildo she was wearing. She picked up the lube and slathered it all over the condom-covered strap-on. Kneeling up, she curled her arms around Jesse’s bulging thighs and pressed the head of the silicone cock into his gaping asshole, making him groan through lips compressed so hard, they were numb. Christ Almighty! If he didn’t come soon, he was going to be walking funny.
Every muscle in Jesse’s body tightened as Sarah continued pressing the penis dildo into his anus, until finally it surged in in one long, smooth glide, making him moan. Holy Moley! A collective sigh deflated all their lungs as Sarah paused, struggling to catch her breath. This is so goddamn hot! No wonder women become Dommes and take male slaves! Crap, I could get used to this!
Flexing her hips backward, she slowly withdrew until only the tip of the penis-shaped head was still inside Jesse’s body. Then she began fucking him in earnest, thrusting in and out of his ass being sure to vary the speed and angle of her strokes to give him the utmost pleasure. “Make noise, Slave Jesse,” she ordered, “I want to hear your pleasure.”
He groaned. “Christ, S
arah, you’re killin’ me!”
She just smiled and continued thrusting.
Unable to stop himself, Adam angled his head on the bed to watch the spectacle of the woman he loved more than life itself drilling his best friend’s ass with a fake penis. Jesus Fucking H. Christ! Hot! Hot! Hot! Her head was arched back, her eyes half-shut with bliss as she lost herself in pleasure. Her naked breasts bounced with every move she made. And Jesse wasn’t the only one making noise. Every time Sarah’s groin slapped against Jesse’s ass, a little cry ripped from her throat as well.
Panting for breath, she stopped abruptly, pulling the fake cock out of Jesse’s clenching anus. He groaned and continued groaning as his torso slumped to the bed. A sheen of sweat covered both their bodies. It dripped from Sarah’s hair, rolled down her temples. Frowning in concentration, she rolled the used condom off the dildo and tossed it into the trash. She grabbed a wet-wipe, swiping it all around both her hands and the fake penis before tossing it, too, in the trash.
Adam felt her move into place behind him. Felt her fingers gripping the end of the plug up his butt. Felt his muscles clench in anticipation. Heard her say, “All right, Slave Adam. Your turn.”
When Sarah was done, both men were lying on the mattress, moaning in stupefaction, unable to move. Swiftly she removed the fake penis, released their ankles from the spreader bar and unlocked the handcuffs. “Sit on the edge of the bed and lie back,” she ordered, putting everything back on the tray and covering it with the towel. Chores completed, she turned to see Adam and Jesse lying side by side, forearms over their eyes, their hard cocks, nearly purple with the fierceness of their arousal, pointing straight up toward the ceiling.
She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed between them, grabbing a cock in each hand. “All right, slaves, listen up,” she said in a voice that sounded like rocks being pulsed in a blender. “I’m going to count backward from ten, and when I get to one, I want you both to come at the same time.” She leaned over to place a kiss on the weeping tip of each cock, feeling them jerk in response. “I know you’re close, but you must not come until I reach the end of the countdown. Understood?”
Adam managed to say, “Yes, Mistress.” Jesse merely grunted.
Sarah smiled, a beatific, angelic smile that lit her up from the inside and made Adam groan. Christ! She’s so fuckin’ gorgeous! And I love her so fuckin’ much! I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with her. He arched his back, thrusting his thickening cock more deeply into Sarah’s hand. Jesus, I’m so close!
Sarah looked at the cocks in her fists and let out a sigh. This role switch had been fun, but it was not likely to be repeated, and she was happy with that. She was definitely a submissive and needed their Dominance on a level so deep, it would have frightened her if it hadn’t turned her on so much. Even though her safe word gave her the ultimate power, she knew she would never use it. It was a crutch she no longer had any use for, since her trust in them was embedded so deeply she knew they would never demand more from her than she could give, or place her in any jeopardy. She trusted them to give her everything she needed—including things she didn’t even know she needed.
“Ten,” she said, gripping both cocks in her fists, moving her hands up and down in unison.
“Nine.” She tightened her grip, feeling both cocks thicken in her hand as they prepared to spill their seed. “Do not come!” she ordered, continuing her actions without pause.
“Eight.”
Adam let out a strangled groan as Jesse’s hips bucked and his hand clenched in the bedspread.
“Seven.”
Both men were so close, they weren’t sure they would last until Sarah reached zero. But they would do it or die trying. Disappointing their little sub wasn’t an option.
“Six.” Both men began to undulate their hips.
“Five.” No sooner was the word out of her mouth than the vibrators that were still inside her pussy and anus began buzzing, turned on by Adam and Jesse via the remotes that were still in their hands. Sarah’s shriek echoed around the room. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, my God! How could I have forgotten about those fucking vibrators? Four!”
Her arms were so tired, they felt like they were going to fall off, but she kept up the frantic pace.
“Three!” Sarah’s voice faltered, on the verge of a massive climax. “Two!”
The room reeked of sex and was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, groans, and howls as pleasure grabbed hold and began to squeeze tighter and tighter. “One! Oh, God! I’m coming! I’m coming! Zero!”
Three bodies exploded in a pleasure so brutal, it was like standing in the middle of an erupting volcano with an earthquake heaving beneath their feet. Jesse’s and Adam’s seed shot two feet straight up in the air, then off in all directions as Sarah continued to pump them. And when the violent convulsions finally began to fade, she slumped to the mattress between them and they rolled into her, unmoving, utterly demolished.
Adam was the first to bestir himself, turning both her vibrators off before rising from the bed and heading toward the bathroom.
With a sigh, Jesse put his arms around her and pulled her head toward him for a sweet, lingering kiss. “Have I told you today how much I love you?” he asked, his voice a gentle caress across her heated skin.
“Perhaps—a time or two.”
“Well, I’m tellin’ you again. And there’s no way I can tell you how special it was to me that you …you were the one who…”
She just chuckled. “You know, for a big, badass, alpha-male, macho—”
“Don’t forget sexy.”
“—super sexy, domineering, commando-type, you seem to be having difficulty saying the words ‘took my ass cherry’, aren’t you?”
“Well, it’s not like I’ve ever said them before—at least not when I’m talkin’ about my ass cherry!”
Adam came out of the bathroom, a large white towel draped low on his hips. “I believe we have a roomful of guests out there, waiting for us to come out and join the party. It is,” he added with mock severity, “our party, just in case you need reminding, and I believe we should at least make an appearance. It’s the only civilized thing to do. Besides, Lisa made the cake.”
Sarah gave Jesse a kiss, then pushed herself out of his embrace and headed into the bathroom. They could hear the shower turn on. Adam started after her. “C’mon, let’s go show our lovely sub exactly how much we love her.”
* * * *
It was a perfect summer night, still and redolent with the sweet scent of roses and honeysuckle. Sarah stood looking out over the expansive south lawn at Marshall’s Hill. She was leaning against Jesse, who was standing behind her, legs wide, arms around her, one just under her breasts, the other above them. He was rocking her gently back and forth, alternately nuzzling and kissing her ear. “Have I told you how beautiful you look today, Mrs. Colter-Sinclair?” he murmured during one of his nuzzles.
“Only around a million times.” Sarah smiled, tilting her head to give him better access to her neck, which was bare except for her platinum collar and the two diamond-encrusted platinum hearts dangling from it. She’d stolen away from the throng to steal a quiet moment to herself, but hadn’t been surprised when Jesse had come looking for her.
“Well, that makes a million and one.”
She could hear his answering smile in his voice.
“And have I told you and Adam how handsome you look in your tuxedos?” she countered. Tuxedos that evidently they hadn’t rented, but actually owned. Really. Who owns their own tuxedos? Tuxedos which, miraculously, bore no trace of the greasy lipstick stains she’d left on them not two weeks ago.
“That was a rather brilliant idea you had to change your name legally to Sarah Colter-Sinclair,” he said. “I know Adam appreciates it. Legally you can’t marry him, but you managed to figure out a legal way to take his name. Very lawyerly of you.”
“Why, thank you, Mr. Colter. I’m glad you approve. Speakin
g of Mr. Sinclair, do you have any idea where he is?”
“Last I saw, he and our guys had challenged the O’Rourkes to a game of touch football out on the back lawn.”
“They’re going to get their asses beat,” Sarah predicted glumly. “The O’Rourkes cheat.”
“That’s okay,” Jesse chuckled, “so do we.” They lapsed into silence again as they stood at the corner of the house looking out over the vast expanse of lawn and trees. Ken Bianchi and his small army of gardeners had transformed the grounds into a magical fairyland of strategically placed up-lights and what must have been hundreds of thousands of tiny white Christmas tree lights in all the bushes and trees.
They completely altered the look of the rose-draped arbor where she and Jesse and Adam had exchanged their vows, as well as the bank of flowering crepe myrtles behind it, from something merely beautiful, to something transcendent and otherworldly. Along the box hedge border at the far edge of the lawn stood the massive white pavilions where some of the hundreds of guests could still be seen lingering over dessert and coffee and conversation… In the main pavilion a band was still playing, and couples were still dancing on the portable dance floor. Theodore “Solo” Solomon was dancing a slow dance with Cassie O’Rourke, if swaying could be called dancing, his hands splayed across her lower back keeping their hips plastered together. Hmmm. That might prove to be an interesting combination.
Many of the younger children had long since fallen asleep and been carried up to one of the bedrooms inside the house, being watched by a cadre of babysitters. The older ones, mostly O’Rourkes, were taking full advantage of the fact that it was way past their bedtime, and they were still up. They were running around everywhere, playing tag, hide and seek, Simon Says, and what looked like a rousing game of dodgeball. The sound of their shrieks and laughter rose above the low murmur of conversations and the romantic strains of big band music.
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