by Jane Jamison
She paused, uncertain if she’d done it before, but the longer she gazed at his cock, the more she wanted to hold it in her mouth. She wanted to see what he tasted like. Bending over was difficult, but Chan took her shoulders and steadied her.
She drew him in on a long, easy stroke. His curly hair tickled her nose as she went to the base of his shaft. He was thick and musky smelling, and so sexy. Her tongue whipped around his cock as he grabbed a hunk of her hair and started moving his hips. His cock was so long it struck the back of her throat, almost choking her, but then he eased back and let her decide how much of him she could take.
Zack took hold of her hair, too, then used the crop on her again. The sting hurt, but the pain had a way of transforming into a pleasurable feeling. The effect lasted longer than the quick flash against her skin, traveling inward to make her tremble with lust. She moaned, sending her warm breath over Chan’s cock.
“That’s it, babe. Drag him in and out.” Zack eased against her and she felt the pressure of his cock against her leg. It both exhilarated her and helped to keep her steadier. He tightened his hold on her hair and gave her another sound spank. She bucked, careful not to use her teeth on Chan. Several more spankings followed that one, each one making her flesh burn a little more. The pain swirled over her skin, a storm of stinging bites.
“You should see her sweet pink ass, man.” Zack bent over and placed a kiss on her skin. “You’re submitting real good, babe. You please us and we’ll please you.”
She flexed her fingers, wanting to touch him, but the fact that she couldn’t wasn’t bad, either. Being submissive had its advantages and she wanted to find out what more of those advantages were.
Chan’s abdomen was tight and hard. His breaths were coming faster now, his eyes closed as he played with her breast. He moaned and she heard his struggle to keep from coming in his tone.
“That’s enough. We wouldn’t want Chan to blow too soon.” Zack pulled her away from a complaining Chan, then settled in behind her, pulling her upper torso straight up.
Chan lay there for a moment, his breaths coming at a more regular pace. His mouth was parted and his eyes glazed over as he swung his leg past her and came to his feet. “You’re good, baby. Real good.”
Zack took a breast in hand then nibbled his way from her shoulder to her earlobe. “Do you think you’ve had it from behind before?”
She tried to remember, but couldn’t. She began to say so, then stopped, and instead, shook her head. To be a good submissive, she needed to stay silent.
“Take it easy, Zack. She might be an ass virgin.”
Zack slid a hand between her butt cheeks and found her hole with his finger. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. Just take deep breaths and relax. We’ll save the fucking for later, but let’s get you used to me being back here.”
He played with the sensitive skin surrounding her dark hole, moving one finger around the circle, then easing it in a little way. Her breath hitched in her throat. If she hadn’t done that before, she could already tell that she’d like it.
“This is going to be a little cool, babe.”
Even with Zack’s warning, she still jumped when he spread the slick substance around her butt hole. It made his finger slide inside much easier and she started to relax.
“That’s it, babe. Just take it easy. We won’t do anything you don’t want.”
“Yeah, baby.” Chan put his hands between her legs and found her sex. He massaged it, taking slow easy strokes at first. “But here’s the thing. Don’t you dare come before we tell you to. That’s an order.”
“But what if I can’t stop myself?”
Zack slapped her butt. Hard. “You’d better. Just let us know when you’re getting close.”
Chan circled around her clit, then raked his finger over the top of it. She cried out and almost lost control. He bent low, then tilted his head up at her. A wide grin filled his face. “Hmm, our baby likes this, doesn’t she? She’s already got my hand wet and hot.”
She closed her eyes, concentrating on trying not to climax, but closing her eyes only made her more aware of the way Chan was rubbing her. She couldn’t ignore Zack pushing first one, then two fingers into her anus.
It was torture, but it was a delicious kind of torture. The kind of torment every woman dreams of.
The heat that swirled inside her couldn’t be cooled. She had to give in to the turmoil that came from deep within her abdomen and threatened to burn out of control. The more she tried to resist it, the needier she became. She whimpered, not wanting to speak, but wanting to convey her pain to them. If they didn’t fuck her soon, she’d have to break her silence and beg them. She was on the brink of letting go when Chan pulled his hand away.
He stepped on top of the couch then sat on the back. He stroked himself and cupped his balls. “Suck me again, Lace. I want you to make me come this time.”
Zack spanked her, and once more, the sting traveled up her butt and into her thigh. From there it was a quick trip to her pussy. He leaned around her and fondled her pussy, massaging her clit and pinching it between his fingers.
Her body hummed with the pleasure they gave her. If she gave them back as much as she was getting, then she’d be happy. The forgotten past no longer mattered and the future, even tomorrow, was too far away. That moment commanded her entire being, her heart, her body, her very soul.
She drew Chan’s cock inside and started moving her head back and forth. If they hadn’t held her up, she would’ve fallen face forward onto the couch. Chan’s pre-cum was sweet and musky, reminding her of his kiss. Her body ached from having to hold it in a precarious position, but the ache only magnified the sensations pouring through her.
“I’m not sure I can take much more, man.”
The guttural sound of Zack shuddered through her as he spoke, his mouth against her back. He rubbed her clit harder as he eased a finger, then two into her butt.
Chan worked his hips back and forth. Tugging on her hair, he urged her to suck him in and out faster. “That’s it, baby. Oh, shit. Yeah, it’s—”
Using both hands, he kept her to him as he shot his seed into her mouth. She drank him in, swallowing the rush of cum as fast as she could. Some still dribbled down her chin. He thrust forward again and again, pumping his last bit out. She swallowed, then drank some more, wanting to have every last drop.
Had she ever done that before? She didn’t think so, but it was something she wanted to do again. As long as she did it with Chan and Zack.
Chan stiffened and turned her hair loose. Taking her by the face, he bent and wiped the remainder of his seed off her face. “Baby, that was amazing.” He kissed her, sweetly, reverently.
Zack pulled his fingers away from her, took her underneath the arms, and lay on the couch arm behind him. Without waiting, he pulled her on top of him and plunged his cock into her pussy.
His move stunned her at first in its speed and intensity, but then, with his huge shaft filling her from beginning to end, she forgot the surprise and started moving against him. Her body sizzled as he took her nipple into his mouth and plunged his cock in again.
His body undulated underneath her, driving upward as he circled his hips. “We’ll do it from behind another time. I couldn’t resist fucking your pussy first.”
He was sex personified as he took her. She fought to breathe, struggling to match his thrusts with her own. Again, if he hadn’t been holding onto her, she would’ve fallen, this time off the side of the couch.
Their panting filled the air as Chan moved behind her. He leaned against her shoulder and whispered sweet words in her ear, but she was too far gone, too far immersed in what was happening to her body to hear them. It didn’t matter. She understood their meaning.
Her body flashed into a frenzy when Chan entered her from behind. He yanked on the leather strip that bound her wrists and pulled her back to him. Gripping her butt cheek, he pummeled her ass, his thighs slapping against her.
The question of how he’d gotten hard again so fast whipped through her. But she couldn’t think past that. It was enough that he had.
The men slammed against her, crushing her between them as their cocks filled her. She couldn’t move. She was trapped and could only accept what they gave her. Her body tensed, readying as the urge inside her became too much to hold back.
“Please. It’s coming.” She had to speak. She couldn’t hold it any longer. Her orgasm wouldn’t be denied.
Zack yanked on her hair, bringing her gaze up to meet his. “Not yet.”
She moaned, then, determined to make him come so she could, she tightened her pussy around his cock. His eyes widened, realizing what she was doing. Then, surprising her, he leaned his head back and shouted his release.
For a split second, she wondered why his shout sounded more like a howl.
That thought was lost as her climax thundered free, shuddering outward from her pussy to rack her body. She cried out as Chan reached around her and cupped her breasts while Zack’s hard grip held her legs. The three of them joined together as her orgasm ripped her apart. Chan pulled out and groaned out his seed.
When at last their breathing had settled down, Zack pushed away from her and threw his body off the side of the couch and landed on the floor. He tunneled his fingers through his mussed hair and studied her, his bright blue eyes not revealing his thoughts, but unable to hide his passion.
Chan hugged her from behind. “You’re the best, baby. Now just relax while I untie you.”
Her arms ached a little, but she wouldn’t have traded the feeling for anything. The sensation that it gave was both exhilarating and tiring, but one she wanted to experience again.
Once she was free, Zack stood, then stroked her hair, before turning and disappearing into the kitchen. He returned with warm towels that the men used to clean her off then towel her dry. Then they did the same for themselves.
She dressed along with them, her mind spinning with a mix of questions and emotions. What did it all mean? Had she made a mistake in having sex with them before she found out who she was? And yet, she believed that no matter what she remembered, she’d never regret the time she’d spent with them.
An ache pounded in the middle of her chest. What if that was the first and last time they were ever together? She swallowed, trying to wash the pain down and out of her body. She couldn’t bear the idea that she might be right.
“So is that how I’m supposed to submit?”
Zack’s chuckle drifted over her, touching her like his fingers had done. “It’s a start.”
Chan tugged his shirt down. “The thing is, we’re not talking about submitting like in BDSM. Not exactly anyway. It’s different than that and it’s part of Zack’s family’s tradition.”
She didn’t really understand. “Really, Zack?”
“He’s right. The females of my family are submissive to the males. They do as they tell them to do, when they tell them to do it, and how they tell them to do it.”
“The females and the males?” It was an odd way of referring to men and women. She made a face. “It all sounds so…primitive. Are we talking caveman and the woman he drags across the cave floor?”
Zack moved so close to her that she could feel his breath on her cheek. “And what if that’s what I’m saying? Are you in or out, Lace?”
It was as though his presence had sucked the air from her lungs. Her mind told her to say that no self-respecting modern woman would ever agree to that. And yet, she couldn’t. She wanted a man who would make her his, who she could trust to take charge. Her gaze shifted to Chan then back. She wanted two men like that. Still, she didn’t know if she was ready to commit. How could she until she knew the truth about herself?
“I don’t know.”
Zack ran his thumb over her lips. “Then that’s something else you’re going to have to sort out. Because if you want us, that’s the way it has to be.” He eased past her and headed toward the kitchen, leaving her shaking.
Chan pulled her close, and in an instant, she felt like she could breathe again. Where Zack took her breath away, Chan gave her fresh air. It was the best of both men.
“Don’t worry about him.” He gave her a wink. “He acts like he’s the tough, brooding bad-boy type, but trust me. He’s all cuddly puppy underneath. Or kitty. Or some other kind of cute animal.”
She knew what he meant, but wondered at the odd way he’d put it.
“Come on, baby. Run upstairs and get some clothes. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
She did as he’d told her, taking the stairs in a rapid, unladylike manner, but not caring how it looked. She was back in no time, still tugging down the shirt she’d grabbed and yanked over her head.
True to his word, Chan was still standing where she’d left him. “That was fast.”
“I didn’t want to keep you waiting.”
“You never have to worry about that. I’d wait a lifetime for you.”
His words touched her, leaving her too choked up to say anything.
“Come on. Let’s get some food. That Bloody Mary’s going to hit you hard on an empty stomach. If it hasn’t already.”
Now that Chan mentioned it, her head was still spinning a little. It was a nice sensation, and whether it was from the sex or the drink, she had relaxed and let go of the fear. That alone was worth another drink.
Chan took her hand and pulled her along to a seat at the kitchen table. “Do you like eggs? I make a mean Western omelet.”
“I think I do. An omelet sounds good. I guess if I start to swell up, we’ll know that I’m allergic to eggs.”
“A submissive woman would do the cooking for her men.”
Chan rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest, Zack. What happened to taking it easy on her?”
Zack grumbled something and put his back to them as he fiddled with the coffee maker.
The morning sun shone through a skylight in the roof, but there were no other windows in the room. She settled into her seat at the small circular dining table and lifted her head to the sun’s rays.
“Um, I hope you don’t mind, but I borrowed some clothes I found in the bedroom.” She wanted to demand that they tell her who they belonged to, but worried that she didn’t have that right. Still, she wanted to know.
Chan’s gaze ran down her, his eyes gleaming with appreciation. “No problem. I’d forgotten they were in there.”
“Um, are they your girlfriend’s? I wouldn’t want to make any trouble for either of you.” She should’ve asked that before they’d had sex, but it was too late now. She was digging for information, but trying to go about it in a subtle way. From Chan’s bemused expression, she was failing in an epic way.
“They’re not our girlfriends’ stuff. Not exactly anyway. We used to have a few guests now and then, and since it’s a remote place, we kind of supplied a few things.” He let the rest of the sentence hit home without saying it.
She lifted her hands, begging off further explanation. A part of her wished she hadn’t asked. “Oh, okay. Got it. I understand.” Her stomach twisted in a bad way.
“It’s true, Lace.” Zack ran a hand through his black-as-night hair. “Still, it’s been a really long time since we had anyone up here. That kind of thing played out over a year ago.”
She was surprised at how good that made her feel. “Oh. Okay. Well, anyway, thanks again. Once I figure out where home is, I’ll get them back to you.”
“Don’t.” The heat from Zack’s perusal made her feel warmer than any winter coat could have. “No one would ever look as good as you do in them.”
“He’s right,” added Chan. “You look hot.”
She wracked her brain. It felt like it had been a long, long time since anyone had said something that nice to her. If she didn’t change the subject, she’d risk letting them see her blush. Or cry, which would be even worse.
“Why aren’t there any windows in here?” The rest of the house had plenty of windows.
She paused, then corrected herself. That wasn’t exactly true. The bedrooms which, like the kitchen, were in the back of the house all had skylights, but no windows. Aside from the one small one in her bedroom that was on actually on the side of the house.
“It’s like we told you yesterday. The back of the house sits against a cave. In fact, most of the roof, aside from the area that was left for the skylights, is part of the cave.” Zack lifted a carafe of orange juice, offering her a glass. He poured her a full glass then set it in front of her as Chan got busy at the stove.
“So the top of a cave is directly over us?”
“That’s right. And see that door?”
She followed his gaze to the back of the room. “Yeah?”
“That door leads straight into the cave.”
“That’s amazing. How did you guys figure out how to do this?”
Zack moved to put bread in the toaster. “We didn’t. One of my ancestors was an amazing architect. He and my grandfather are the ones who get credit for the place. I was lucky enough to inherit it.”
“I’d still like to see the cave sometime. If that’s okay.” Yet the quick glance between them made her think they didn’t want that to happen.
“Maybe we can get to that tomorrow.” Zack put a plate of toast and a tub of butter on the table, then added utensils. “Chan and I need to check on the herd and get some other chores done around the ranch today.”
“In all this snow?”
He touched her chin, a sweet and tender gesture. “We’re used to getting around in it. Besides, the herd still needs to get fed and watered no matter what the weather is like.”
Maybe Chan was right about Zack being a softie inside.
Chan joined them after spooning an omelet onto her plate, then two on each of theirs. “I hope that’s okay. You’ll have to stay here alone, but trust me. No one’s going to bother you here.”
All at once, she could barely swallow the spoonful of omelet she’d put into her mouth. A nervous tickle did a sprint down her spine. “Are you sure?”
