Galen’s eyes narrowed—he hated any accommodation made for his injury—but his fingers touched the bruise on Sally’s hip again. “Good plan.”
“A feast?” Sally asked.
“Yep. Galen and I are hungry—for you.” With a smile, Vance lifted her into his arms. And wasn’t it lucky that he’d stocked the island drawers for fun after the kitchen was finished.
Galen swept a fluffy quilt off the back of the couch and led the way into the kitchen. After he’d spread the quilt on the marble-topped center island, Vance lay Sally on her back with her feet toward the backless bar stools.
As her wavy brown hair spilled across the blue-green fabric, Vance picked up one silky lock. “She’s color coordinated with the cabinets.”
Galen glanced at the brown walnut cabinets and snorted. As he took his seat on a bar stool, he said, “Might as well continue the color scheme. You put those blue thigh bands in the drawer?”
Restraints? Vance’s cock thickened so fast it almost brought him to his knees. “Damn straight.” He smiled into Sally’s worried—excited—eyes. “Say your safe word.”
“Red.”
“Good. Use if it you need to, sweetheart.” Playing in a private home had to be more frightening than in a club where dungeon monitors could intervene. He had to respect the courage of submissives who’d let someone tie them down. He bent down to take the straps from the island’s bottom drawer and, as long as he was there, a couple of condoms as well. And after a moment of thought, a packet of lube.
Galen saw the packet and grinned.
Oh yeah. Vance wrapped one strap just above her left knee and almost got distracted. Women had such soft skin on their inner thighs. “Move her down, Galen.”
Galen gripped her thighs and slid her, quilt and all, until her ass was at the edge of the island counter and positioned perfectly for Galen to play.
The strap had a short lead ending in a D ring. Vance clipped it to one of the eyebolts spaced at intervals along the underside of the island. He grinned at her. “You get to be the first to break in the island.”
“Lucky me.” Her breathless voice had a slight tremble in it. Nice.
After walking around to her left side, Vance ran his hand over her bare pussy lips, enjoying the way her breathing hitched. Yes, she was ready for more. Carefully, he strapped her other thigh, clipping it at an angle that ensured her knees would stay splayed apart. “Is this going to hurt your hip?”
She moved, tested, and shook her head. “No, Sir.”
“Good enough.” Just for fun, he ran another strap across her lower stomach and made it snug. Running a finger around the purple bruise well above the strap, he wished he could have a few minutes with the bastard who’d hurt her.
Galen waited patiently, one palm stroking the inside of her right calf. “Wrist restraints?” he asked, bringing Vance back to the present.
Wrists… Hmmm. Should he?
“No, I like letting her experience a token amount of freedom even while knowing she can’t move her cunt away from anything you do to it.”
When her legs jumped as if to test his statement, Galen laughed.
“And I want to feel her hands in my hair.” With a grin back, Vance kissed the center of Sally’s little palms before putting her arms around his neck. Being a smart subbie, she ran her fingers into his hair as he bent down and licked over her right breast. Her fingers gave a reflexive yank as her body jumped.
Sensitive breasts. Fuck, he might kill himself playing with her. And, unlike the sensuous scene they’d done in the Shadowlands, this time he could indulge himself as much as he wanted.
He gave her a long introductory kiss, like the ceremonial toss of the ball into the game. And then he started working his way down, nuzzling her neck, licking the hollow of her collarbone. Her breasts were full, the nipples the color of her lips, already peaked. The tiny bumps around the nubs teased his tongue. Using his lips, his teeth, his tongue, he teased first one nipple and the other before using his hands on her breasts. As he kneaded them, he enjoyed the way the skin tightened as they swelled. He pushed them together so he could alternately lap at the nipples.
From the way her back arched, pushing her nipples into his mouth, she was dying for him to suck.
Not yet.
He looked into her pleading eyes.
Her last trace of anxiety had disappeared.
“We’re just starting, sweetie.” And the kitchen was damn hot. He stripped off his T-shirt and savored the desire in her gaze before he bent over again, this time to tease the soft roundness of her belly. A light nip made her squeak. Running his tongue downward toward her pussy had her muscles tensing. He could feel her trying to lift her hips toward his mouth—unsuccessfully.
Not going to happen, sweetheart. She’d shown them how easily she could come—and Vance wanted to see how high they could take her before that.
A glance toward the end of the table revealed amusement in his friend’s face as well as lust. But Galen wouldn’t let Sally get off too quickly. He was talented at gauging the moment to back off—better than Vance—and maybe because of that healthy streak of sadism.
Galen leaned forward and kissed the inside of her thigh, just above the strap. The sharp sound of her inhalation was tantalizing. And Vance decided to hang back for a few minutes and watch his partner drive her crazy.
SALLY’S BREASTS WERE so swollen she could feel the beat of her pulse. Her nipples ached and burned for more attention. Her pussy was worse. Without even having been touched, the labia were swollen, hurting.
With her knees pulled up and outward, she was wide open to whatever Galen wanted to do—but he wasn’t doing anything, the annoying asshat.
Still sitting on the bar stool, he’d leaned forward. His forearms on the edge of the island pressed against the outside of her buttocks, giving her disconcerting pressure, but not where she wanted it. Touch me; touch me; touch me.
Instead of hearing her silent plea, he brushed his lips over her inner thigh. One, then the other. After a minute of torture, she realized he was drifting slowly, but surely, toward the place. She rocked her hips, trying to angle him, to move him—
Slap.
The startling pain on her inner thigh blasted through her. “Ow!” Yet the smarting eased into an erotic burning to match her pussy.
Galen didn’t even lift his head, so she transferred her glare to Vance.
He chuckled. “He’s never liked moving targets. He gets cranky.”
Cranky? The most intense, controlled, dominating Dom she’d ever met got cranky? A giggle escaped her.
Then she choked as Galen’s merciless fingers pulled her folds open.
The brush of cool air on her entrance and her engorged clit made her moan. There, there, there.
Nothing happened.
She raised her head slightly. Galen was simply looking at her pussy with that indefinable manner of a Dom inspecting what he considered to be his.
Her flush of embarrassment disappeared in the inferno that rolled right up her body until she could feel her cheeks glowing. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice…
He lifted his head; his keen eyes studied her face for a long moment before meeting her gaze. She saw his amusement, his hunger, and something…more. As if he cared how she felt.
She felt Vance’s hands on her breasts…but Galen’s gaze kept hers trapped.
As Galen held her open, he ran a finger from his other hand around her entrance, and slowly, slowly slid it up toward her clit.
Her eyes started to close as the pressure inside her grew, as—
“Eyes on me, Sally.”
At Galen’s soft command, she forced her eyes open. He never looked away as his finger slicked up one side of her clit. Her muscles tried to tighten, and his fingers implacably held her open. When he wiggled the hood, the sensation of his calloused finger was too intense, and she flinched.
His touch lightened, and he slid his finger down the other side of her clit. Electricity s
eemed to sizzle there, right under the skin.
But as he moved his finger down farther, she wanted to groan with frustration. The finger slid into her, awakening new nerves. It withdrew, and she felt him insert two fingers, moving them inside her pussy as if exploring—yet his gaze never moved away from her face. In and out. Back in.
Oh God, it felt so good. A quiver coursed through her, and she felt a coiling of arousal growing deep within her.
With insistent fingertips, he rubbed an area inside her, over and over. He gave a tiny shake of his head and changed to a new place.
She started to wiggle to tell him to move on but… No, Sally. No moving targets for this Dom. Somehow, she managed to force herself to hold still.
He had sun lines at the corners of his eyes, and without even a smile, they deepened as he watched her. Then he rubbed a place that made her vaginal muscles jerk tight, squeezing around the hardness of his fingers.
“Well, that’s easy enough to reach,” he murmured and slid his fingers out.
No! A moan escaped her.
He chuckled and looked up at Vance. As Galen’s gaze moved away, she felt as if she’d been drawn over a rack and suddenly released.
After nodding at Vance, Galen smiled at her. A…worrisome smile.
“Hang on, sweetheart.” Vance pressed her breasts together, his hands rougher than before. No more gentle, teasing touches from him.
Galen bent his head, and his tongue skimmed over her bare outer labia and up to her clit, circling slowly inward with fluttering licks. His other arm wrapped outside her thigh so his hand could cover her mound. His fingers curled, pulling up on the skin so the hood exposed her clit and made the nub stand out.
He slid two fingers back inside her to rub ruthlessly over that sensitive spot, and her muscles tensed around him, making him smile. Over and over, he stroked…right on that spot.
As her insides clamped down, he thrust in and out occasionally, as if to keep the entrance wakened.
She felt as if she was swelling inside, and there was a feeling of needing to pee that made her squirm. The pressure grew as his mouth paused directly above her clit. She could feel his sultry breath against the unprotected button.
“Say please, Sally.” Galen’s voice broke into her need.
Her mouth closed. Couldn’t.
“You can, sweetie,” Vance murmured. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, licking around it.
At the same time, Galen licked a circle around her clit, round and round, even as his fingers tormented that…spot…inside. The need to come was like the inevitable surge of the ocean, breakers rising up out of the sea, rolling toward—
Everything stopped. Vance, Galen, tongues, fingers.
A protesting groan broke from her.
Vance’s lips closed around her other nipple, lightly. Not moving.
“Say please, Sally,” Galen whispered. “Nothing else. Just one word, pet.”
Her mouth moved, couldn’t.
He blew a stream of air onto her appallingly sensitive clit.
Cold contracted the overheated tissues; her hips strained upward toward release. “Please.”
“Good girl.” His voice was a purr of approval that wrapped her heart in warmth.
Vance pulled her nipple into his mouth…and sucked strongly.
Galen’s mouth closed over her clit—the sudden engulfing wetness shocking—and cartwheeled her right toward an orgasm. And, oh God, he sucked on her clit in fast pulls as his tongue rubbed one side and the other.
Up, up, up.
Her body tightened. Her breathing stopped. Her hands fisted in Vance’s hair as she clutched him against her breast. Everything poised for that moment of…
With a rushing sound she felt rather than heard, everything drew together into one glowing, glorious cosmic ball before exploding outward. The splendor of it took her air, her mind, her body as she rode the waves of the orgasm. The blackness of space filled her world, meteors streaked through her vision, and sensation after sensation sparkled through her like newly born galaxies.
Finally the roaring in her ears diminished, and she heard Vance’s low chuckle and Galen’s hum of satisfaction.
As she lay, limp and gasping, Vance unstrapped her legs. Before she could move, he picked her up. Galen folded the huge quilt into a rectangle. After nudging together two backless counter-high stools, he arranged the inches-deep, puffy “pillow” over the tops.
Vance laid her belly-down across the stools. “Does that hurt your stomach?”
There was more than a feather mattress. “No, Sir.”
When her toes tapped on the floor, Vance bent her left leg and wrapped a rope around her thigh and lower calf, ensuring her knee stayed bent. “No pressure on this one, remember?”
Right. Only that left her even more helpless, she realized with an anticipatory shiver.
“Sally.” Galen’s voice.
Getting her hands under her, she pushed her head and shoulders up slightly. “Yes, Sir?”
“I want your mouth around me, pet,” In front of her, Galen unzipped his jeans, and his cock bobbed out. Like the rest of his body, it was perfectly shaped and beautiful even to the plum-shaped head.
Oh, she wanted that—everything in her wanted to satisfy him. To hear the way his voice deepened and hummed if she’d done something to please him.
She breathed in his musky scent, licked her lips, and opened to allow him to guide himself into her mouth. Velvety skin was stretched tight over inner steel. “Mmmmh.”
He huffed a laugh. “Go to work, Sally.” He pulled her hair out of her face, tangling his hand in the strands to direct her movements. The sense of being controlled, being helpless curled inside her, growing in urgency.
She worked him, licking and sucking, loving the chance to give, loving the appreciative under-the-breath sounds he made.
“You’re as good at this as I’d heard,” he said once, making her lips curve around his hardness.
She felt her legs pushed apart and muscular thighs moved between them. Vance’s big hand tested her wetness, and something pressed against her entrance…an extremely thick cock. Almost too big. But she was so soft and slick that, despite Vance’s size, he could push in.
Not easily. A quiver ran through her as his shaft stretched her, sparking off orgasmic aftershocks. He didn’t slow, pressing in with the ruthlessness of a bulldozer, until he was deep inside her and his groin rubbed against her buttocks.
God, she felt filled, top and bottom. Used. Taken. Controlled.
She wanted it all. Wanted them.
As Vance pulled back, the slick slide of his hefty cock kindled every nerve back to life and, like a struck match, ignited her clit all over again. As he bent over her, his wide hand slid under her lower abdomen to tilt her ass up higher. His grip on her right hip tightened as he slid slowly back into her. And, as if satisfied she could take him, he increased the pace, each powerful thrust pushing her forward onto Galen’s cock.
GALEN GRINNED EVEN as his body started to tighten. He wouldn’t push her limits today, not until he knew how well she handled oral sex, but by God, she felt good. When he pulled back, the air struck his wet dick with a wash of coolness. He pushed forward into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled over him. With each thrust, he was immersed in heat and softness.
Vance’s gaze met his in mutual enjoyment of sharing a little subbie—and, he had to admit, this one was something special. Christ. He’d need to think carefully about where they were going with her. Later.
Slowly, he sped up, careful not to get too deep or forceful—yet, directing her to ensure she knew she wasn’t in control of any part of this. He could see her hands tightening on the stool legs. Looked like the little sub was going to get off again. Excellent.
Hopefully after he did, since Cullen had mentioned that the imp was known to nip with orgasms. Why was he not surprised?
As she sucked on the tip of his cock and lashed him with her tongue, he’d swear the roo
m temperature was increasing to sauna-like levels. She gave generously of herself, didn’t she?
Pleased, he stroked her hair. “You make me very happy, Sally. And now, I’m going to get off before you do. You okay with swallowing?”
Her head came up slightly, eyes surprised. Surprised that he’d ask? But she nodded, her lips curving around his cock in the prettiest sight he’d seen in a long time.
Well then. With an indulgent groan, he pumped in and out, harder, faster, deeper, and felt the unmistakable boiling sensation begin. The climax ran down his lower back, tightened his balls into rocks, and blew out of his cock in scalding jerks of pleasure. He fisted her hair, holding her tightly as he checked that she could get air.
Her throat squeezed the tip of his increasingly sensitive cock as she swallowed and swallowed again.
Fuck that felt good.
And he breathed out, not moving so he could savor her warmth around him. Her tongue made lazy circles as his shaft decreased in size.
Finally, he pulled back and bent to kiss the top of her head. “Thank you, Sally. You were wonderful.”
The flush that stained her cheeks showed her happiness at having perfectly served her Dom. And she had.
Little witch. With every flash of sweetness she showed, she was pulling him further under her spell.
Stroking her hair gently, he nodded at Vance, who had slowed to let Sally focus on the blowjob.
“My turn?” Vance picked up the packet of lube he’d placed on an unused stool. After ripping it open, he spread Sally’s cheeks apart and drizzled the contents over her asshole.
COOL LIQUID DRIPPED onto her overheated flesh. Onto her asshole. What the heck? Sally’s head came up so fast her neck almost got whiplash. “What are you doing?”
Galen laughed, his hand still rested on her hair in the most comforting way. “He’s just playing this time. You’re not ready for more.”
More. Hell, she knew they’d want that. The other submissives had said as much. The Feds’ penchant for anal sex was just one of the reasons she hadn’t particularly wanted to be with them. Anal wasn’t high on her list of favorites. At least not for anything the size of a cock. Every time she’d allowed the act, she’d regretted giving in to a Dom’s pressure.
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