by Jenna Jacob
I was vaguely aware that Drake had stopped feathering the whip over my skin. Then unknown hands were upon me. They were large, calloused, and rough, and I knew by the touch it was not Drake. The anonymous fingertips raked down my back then wedged beneath my aching nipples to pluck and pinch the turgid tips. Whimpers of delight and gasps of carnal arousal seeped from my lips as the stranger’s tongue and teeth imbibed the heated flesh of my throat.
Feeling the restraints loosen, I moaned in despair. I didn’t want the session to end, couldn’t fathom retreating from the blissful serenity encapsulating me. Wanting, no needing, more time to languish as the endorphins flowed through me, I begged, “No.”
“You’re not done yet, sweet slut,” Drake whispered as his thick, strong hands encased my shoulder, turning me around. I was grateful for his support since my legs were the consistency of Jell-O. Shots of Crown had nothing on subspace.
He pressed my back against the wooden cross, and I cried out in pain as my raw ass met the smooth, polished wood. It was almost too much to bear, but Drake’s warm breath wafted across my shoulder as his fingers plucked a nipple. Someone secured the cuffs to my wrists and ankles once more.
“You please me, Emerald.” His praise sent my heart soaring. “I want you to come hard for me, sweet pet.”
As his thick fingers anchored into my mass of curls, he yanked. His instruction permeated through my rapturous fog.
“Oh, God,” I mewled, arching on my tiptoes and thrusting my pussy forward in a silent bid for attention.
“You can cry out to him soon enough.” Drake chuckled.
“You may begin when ready,” he instructed the unknown abettor.
I whimpered as the stranger’s hands, lips, and teeth swarmed my naked flesh, not with the tenderness shown before, but assaulting in feral, hungry, desperate zeal. Shuddering in arousal with my limbs solidly fixed to the cross, I was helpless to do more than rock my hips and wantonly moan. Drake’s hand remained steadfast, occasionally tugging my head back, exposing more flesh on my throat to be suckled and nipped.
A masculine tongue invaded my mouth as the rings adorning my nipples were tugged and twisted. I felt the heat of his mouth ebb down my body and his warm, slick lips caressed my hips, belly, and thighs as a steady stream of honey spilled from my cunt. I desperately needed his fingers, his cock, or a dildo to be shoved into my empty channel to release the sweltering orgasm swirling within me.
It was then I caught the familiar scent. The essence I’d branded to memory...Jordon was the unknown man feasting on me. His were the deliciously torturing hands and mouth devouring my flesh.
“Yes. Yes. Thank you.” I groaned as warm, controlling hands encased my face.
“Yes. Yes. Thank you for what, beautiful Emerald?” His deep, erotic voice sent electric pulses flaring through my body. Even as my heart pounded in my ears, I could still hear the warmth and compassion laced in his words.
“Please!” I begged in a mournful wail.
“Please what? You do not want to ignore my questions again, girl,” he warned ferociously.
“Please kiss me,” I answered without hesitation.
“Kiss me, who? Who do you want to kiss you?”
“You! Kiss me, Sir Jordon. Please.”
His warm lips slanted over mine as he plunged and swept his tongue deep. Hot and slick, he caressed my mouth, leaving no curve or crevice untouched. I waited for what seemed an eternity, testing my restraint before I began to suckle his tongue. A low growl thundered in his chest and reverberated in my mouth.
Drake clinched his fist as I moaned against Jordon’s tongue. My pussy released a torrent of cream as I ground my crotch unabashedly upon his steely erection. Releasing my tongue, he captured my bottom lip between his teeth, pulling and sucking the meaty flesh into his mouth. His lips moved lower, along the column of my throat, licking, nibbling, and nipping the sensitized flesh. Gasping and whimpering, I barely contained my scream of need.
“Do you want to come, sweet slut?” Jordon whispered in my ear.
“Please, Sir. Please. Oh please.”
“Perhaps I should take pity on you and let you shatter, but there are conditions, sweet girl. This will be mine,” he growled, plunging his fingers into my mouth, circling them over my tongue and teeth. “These will be mine,” he snarled, biting the lobe of my ear while tugging the silver rings embedded beneath my nipples. “And this will be mine,” he grunted, palming my dripping cunt. “I long to own you someday, someday very soon. Now that you know my intentions, do you want me to let you come, precious?”
I was lost in a sublime dream. He wanted me. After making a total fool of myself, he still wanted to pursue me. Not only that, he wanted to claim me. Own me. There was nothing on earth I wanted more. “Yes, Sir. Please. Please.”
“Fuck. I love the way you beg.”
He plunged two fingers deep inside me, burnishing my G-spot with savage decree. I cried out as I began to plummet over.
“Now, girl. Come for me. Come loud and hard.”
Fear clutched my heart for one brief second before my brain acknowledged his shout of permission. Jordon’s mouth enveloped my nipple, and he sucked hard as Drake yanked my hair. I surrendered, screaming to the heavens as the powerful wave consumed me. Swirling in a vortex of spasming, quivering euphoria, my contracting tunnel gripped his fingers, locking them deep within my clutching core.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Jordon whispered before his lips claimed mine, drinking in my cries of abandon.
~*~
Sated and still flying on a rush of endorphins, I opened my eyes. The blindfold was gone, and I found myself in Drake’s private room lying on his soft bed. Jordon’s warm, strong arms encased me. His arousal, thick and hot beneath his trousers, nuzzled against my throbbing ass. His deep, velvet voice whispered loving praises in my ear. I spied Drake seated at the edge of the bed, a smile filled with love poised on his lips.
“Drink girl. I’m extremely proud of you,” Drake instructed as Trevor appeared and slid his hand behind my head, offering a bottle to my lips. I drank in needful gulps and nodded.
“Don’t you ever get into trouble again,” Trevor admonished in a quiet but terse tone. “It just about killed me watching you take all that.” His warm hand caressed my cheek as I smiled in a dreamlike state.
“It was heaven,” I whispered.
“Oh hell, sister. Daddy, you’ve created a monster!” He snickered. “May I comfort her, Sirs?”
“You may,” Jordon whispered in my ear as Drake’s stern voice granted his boy permission.
Trevor’s warm lips pressed softly against mine. I moaned and returned his loving kiss. Jordon’s fingers tugged on my nipple rings. Whimpering, I arched my back and opened my mouth, searching for my brother’s warm, slick tongue.
“Greedy little minx.” Jordon softly chuckled. “You act as if you’re still needy. Do you want more, sweet slut?”
All I could do was groan and nod my head as I ended Trevor’s kiss.
“It had been a while since she’d had a release. I’m sure there’s probably another orgasm or two hovering beneath the surface. But she’ll have to wait till another day for that pleasure. I’ve been quite generous, and she damn well knows it.” I could hear the joy in Drake’s voice, sense the loving smile curl on his lips. I was proud to have pleased him.
“My boy and I will leave now so that you can get to know this lovely treasure. The door will remain unlocked,” Drake announced in a firm tone as he pried Trevor off the bed by his hair.
The door will remain unlocked. Drake’s meaning registered in my still-sluggish mind. He would allow Jordon to take over the reins of my aftercare, but he wasn’t granting him power over me yet.
“She will be in safe hands, Drake. I assure you,” Jordon promised. “Thank you for allowing me time to get to know her.”
A shiver raced down my spine as I began to feel more naked, more open and vulnerable in the hands of a virtual stranger, a st
ranger I yearned to give my submission to. A stranger I wanted to please and hoped would want to claim every solitary gift I offered. A stranger who wanted to own me. I was more than a bit dazed at that revelation.
“So you’re still hungry precious?” Jordon asked in a wolf-like voice. “I have something I’m sure will fill you up.”
“Mmmmm,” I moaned and rolled over with a languid stretch. “May I kiss you, please?”
“Please what?” His smile was seductive as he arched his brow.
“Please, Sir,” I whispered, staring at his full, erotic lips.
“No. But I do have something you can fill your mouth with.”
He ground his erection against my ass, and I groaned, hungry for every inch.
“On your knees,” he ordered as he stood and then wrapped his broad hand into my hair and lifted me from the bed.
I stumbled to the floor as I tried to blink away the fog still clouding my brain.
“I would love to get you so needy, so desperate, that you’d erupt simply by me tugging your soft spiral curls,” Jordon whispered as he pulled my hair even tighter. “I’d like to try that sometime, pet.”
The deep laugh that rumbled from his chest sent a ripple down my spine as I knelt compliantly before him. My pussy clenched and flowed with the image of climaxing for him in the way he described. His voice. His scent. His touch. Everything about him sent my senses reeling. I lusted for this man with an untamed hunger.
I exhaled deeply as the sound of his zipper resonated in my ears. It was torture resisting the urge to glance up and sneak a peek at his cock. I was anxious to see its naked glory. I wondered if it was as huge as it felt pressed against my sore ass. Kicking off his shoes, socks, and trousers, I caught myself as I began to look up. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I willed myself to be patient, pleasing, submissive.
“Problem pet?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I honestly confessed, still drunk on endorphins.
“Patience running thin, is it?” His chuckle made me laugh softly.
“Oh yes, Sir. Thinner than you could imagine.”
“Hmmm. Maybe I should make you kneel there for an hour or two before I allow you to raise those breathtaking emerald eyes of yours. Do you think you could find patience enough for that?”
His finger lightly grazed my jawline as I swiftly shook my head no.
“Aww, surely you have more patience than you claim. You’re not that anxious to see the present I have for your luscious, plump mouth, are you?”
His fingers caressed my lips. I opened my mouth, praying he’d slide them inside and allow me to suckle them and show him how ready I was to worship his cock.
“I asked you a question, girl!” His voice thundered as he slapped my face.
Blinking in confusion, my face stung from his assault, and the sublime bliss I’d been floating in vanished like smoke. Yanking me upward by my hair, he angled my face toward the floor, away from his body. Biting back a scream, my brain began to fill with a dark, foreboding fear.
“I’m quite concerned about your failure to answer me in a timely manner. Are we going to have a problem with communication, girl?” His words were slathered in annoyance.
“No, Sir.” I gasped and swallowed tightly. My betraying body quivered in arousal as nectar poured from my folds.
“Keep your eyes closed and kneel up,” he commanded, stepping in front of me once again. “I’d hate for you to expire from anticipation. I’d much rather keep you very much alive and your beautiful mouth stuffed and busy. I won’t have to listen to your bratty snivel at least.”
I lifted my throbbing ass from the floor. With my eyes closed, he slid two fingers deep inside my mouth.
“Show me, girl. Let me feel the talents of your mouth. Prove to me you’re worthy of my dick.”
Red flags were waving in my brain. His sudden change of demeanor once he had me alone was a textbook example of a predator. I shivered and swallowed my fear. He couldn’t be a monster. They never would have let him in the club, and Drake certainly wouldn’t have given him liberties with me. No. He was testing me. After my horrid first impression, he wanted me to demonstrate my true submissive heart.
Rolling my tongue over his fingers in an erotic fashion, gripping my lips around them, I suckled hungrily upon his digits, wanting to please him and show him exactly what desires I’d kept locked away. Sliding my mouth up and down, my tongue danced in a sensual trail upon his shaft. Tiny whimpers escaped my throat as I projected my willingness to please.
With a quick jerk, he pulled his hand from my mouth and exhaled loudly. “Son of a bitch! Your mouth is sinful, girl.”
I nibbled my bottom lip as I wrestled the urge to open my eyes and gaze upon the other appendage I wanted to worship.
He softly chuckled. “Do you want to feast your eyes on my cock, girl?”
“Yes, Sir. Desperately.”
“You may not.”
I groaned at his rejection.
“Keep your eyes closed and cast toward the floor. Don’t move.” With a sturdy tug, he released my mane.
“Yes, Sir.”
Listening intently, I heard him walk away. The snick of the lock set off a wave of confusion as tingling fear coursed through my veins. Drake’s instructions had been clear. The door was to be kept unlocked, yet Jordon was blatantly disregarding his directive. I swallowed tightly, torn between protesting and raising his ire or remaining compliant. I chose to keep my mouth shut. The last thing I wanted to do was disappoint him again.
Grasping my hair once more, he lifted me to my feet and shoved me toward the bed. “Ass in the air, face down,” he thundered as he pushed me to the mattress.
Confused and growing more fearful by the minute, I assumed the position but ignored his directive and raised my head. “I thought Drake said to leave the door unlocked. We’re supposed to get acquainted, not play, right?”
“What Drake doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
Red flag. Red fucking flag. I trembled at the sound of a heavy zipper sliding open. “I don’t think I’m supposed to...”
“Exactly. Don’t think. I didn’t order you to think. I ordered you to show me how willing you are to please me. Now shut the fuck up and show me, slut. Use the safe word ‘red’ if you must, otherwise, just shut up.”
I inhaled a deep breath, gathering my courage to contest his attempt to coerce me into something I knew was not allowed. But before I could confront him, unmitigated pain from some hideous toy brought me upright on the bed.
“Red!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I tried to crawl from the pain and away from Jordon. Screaming as fire engulfed my ass, shrieked down my legs, and clawed up my spine, I jerked away as he reached for my arm.
“No! No! Don’t touch me!” I yelled, scrambling away. Sobbing, I braced my back against the headboard, reeling in the piercing pain.
“Get a grip, bitch! You can take more than that!” His tone was mocking and impatient.
Fear was a potent spoil to the pristine serenity I’d held moments ago.
“Get back down on your knees. I’m not through with you yet.” A demented look reflected in his cold and lifeless eyes.
“No! This is over! Get the fuck away from me!” I sobbed, shaking my head, trying to climb from the opposite side of the bed.
“It’s over when I say it’s over, you ungrateful little whore!”
He rounded the bed and grabbed my arm, brutally yanking me toward him. The soft white sheets felt like knives slicing across my ass as he dragged me from the bed.
He forced my back against the wall, and his teeth clamped down on my nipple ring. With a violent tug, he pulled on my flesh like a caveman chewing meat off a bone. I screamed louder, worried that he would rip the metal jewelry from my nipple. Latching on again, his teeth sank painfully into my breast as he fed on me like a rabid animal.
Panic pumped through my veins. I had to get him off me! A roaring voice inside my head thundered instructions...Run! Get.
The. Fuck. Out. Now! I struggled with all my might to wrench free.
“Get. Off. Me.” I screamed as I slapped and shoved against his rock-hard chest. He towered a good five inches over me and out weighted me by at least a hundred pounds of solid muscle, but I was determined to get free. Somehow.
Popping his mouth from my breast, I looked down to find it red, swollen, and glistening with his saliva as I continued to fight for freedom. Squashing me against the wall with a thunderous force, he knocked the air from my lungs. His slick tongue danced along my neck like a slithering eel while he fastened my thin wrists in his hand, pressing them against the wall high above my head. Using his knees, he roughly spread my thighs, opening me for his pleasure.
“Red! You motherfucker! Red!” I cried, still unsuccessfully gaining my freedom.
“There is no red, bitch! I’m going to fuck you!” he spat in a tone of hatred. “Shut up and submit, whore. That’s what you’re supposed to do.”
This couldn’t be happening. This madman was going to rape me. His ocean-blue eyes twinkled in manic delight as my stomach pitched and rolled. Over my dead body! This piece of shit was not going to get inside me. I would never allow him to rape me. He would not destroy me.
“Help! Help! Security! ” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Stop. Now. Stop,” I cried in hopes of breaking through his manic craze. His fingers plunged deep inside my wet pussy. “Nooo!” I wailed.
“Oh you like it rough don’t you, slut? You’re dripping wet for my cock. You might scream for me to stop, but I can feel how much you want it.” An evil smirk curled on his lips. “Get on your hands and knees and suck my dick!”
“Never, you son of a bitch!” I wriggled one wrist free and brought it down, pounding my fist against his shoulders and chest. “Get the fuck off me,” I screamed.
