“Do you like what Clint is doing to your tits?”
She licked her lips. “Yes.” Her damn pussy pumped out juices.
“It’s yes, Sir, angel. I want you to address me and Clint properly.”
This was part of the Dom culture, and they had already earned her trust, so she didn’t mind playing along. “Yes, Sir.”
Sanford dropped to his knees and placed his cheek on her belly, and she nearly swooned. His hands wrapped around her rear, and as he squeezed her cheeks, he inhaled, almost as if he, too, was living a dream.
As soon as she let her mind wander to the wonder of him, Clint kissed her shoulder and pinched her nipples again. They puckered and tightened at the pressure, but the quick ache turned into pleasure. Maybe she did like a bit of pain.
She sucked in her bottom lip, and without thinking, she ran her fingers over Sanford’s head. As she lowered her fingers to enjoy his manly face, he stepped out of her grasp.
“Angel. There will be no punishment tonight, but it is for your own good if you obey. When we said to stand still that meant not to move—or touch us.” He slid her bra down her arms and tossed her undergarment on the bed. He then lifted her hands above her head and clasped her wrists. “Place your hands on your head and keep them there.” He leaned down and nipped her bottom lip. “This time obey. You aren’t ready to be punished.”
Punished? Maybe she wanted him to spank her or suck on her nipples so hard that she screamed. Damn him. Not participating was making her wild with need.
Sanford leaned back and eased down her panties. After they’d been intimate, she’d waxed her pussy, as she liked being hair-free.
“Lookie here, Clint. Our woman is naked.” He sounded excited.
She almost giggled. “I’m glad you like it.”
He looked up. “You moved your lips.”
What? She thought moving meant she couldn’t touch them. “I’m sorry, Sir.” Maybe she wasn’t ready to do this Dom stuff, but she wanted her men badly.
He nodded then rubbed her pussy lips with his thumbs. His mere touch caught her on fire. She pressed her hips forward a little to show him how much she wanted him to play with her there.
He leaned back and held her hips. “Don’t. Move.”
He had to be kidding. She groaned mostly out of frustration. She hoped that didn’t count. She swore Sanford’s lips curled at one end for a brief moment.
Clint twirled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger then lifted her breasts as if testing their weight. “I love how they feel in my palms, darlin’. You are perfect.”
She didn’t know if she was allowed to say thank you, so she kept quiet. Maybe she should have asked them to bring a set of typed rules so she could study them.
Clint leaned over her shoulder and inhaled. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Her pussy leaked. Sanford might have sensed how excited she was because he tugged her panties lower.
“I want to admire all of you, angel.”
As soon as she stepped out of her underwear, he widened her legs, and her juices exploded. It was almost too much to bear. Her dreams were coming true. Sanford pressed a finger into her pussy and contractions rolled down her body. He wiggled it a bit, and her climax built. How embarrassing was that?
Sanford withdrew his finger and stood. “I don’t think I’ve kissed you properly.”
As if to give his brother room, Clint lowered his hands and placed them on her ass. She normally would have been mortified he was fondling her large butt, but Sanford’s kiss erased all thoughts from her brain. Then Clint captured her wrists from on top of her head and drew her arms behind her. The loss of freedom turned her on more than she could have ever imagined. While he held her gently, her breasts stretched, and she yearned to have Sanford against her body. Why couldn’t they be naked?
Sanford cupped her face. As soon as his tongue nudged her lips, she willingly opened up. He tasted of steak and wine, and his groan made her cream even more. Here was the man she’d dreamed of possessing her, and he was in her arms, kissing her. Clint stepped closer and her fingers brushed against his covered erection. She nearly sagged.
Sanford broke the kiss, his breath ragged. “You make me weak.”
It took a moment for his words to sink in. He swooped her up in his arms. Clint pulled down the spread to allow Sanford to place her on the cool sheets. With their backs to the candles, both men stepped away and stripped. Now she wished the damn candles would stop flickering and provide more light. She lifted on her elbows to get a better view.
Clint looked up and smiled, whereas Sanford remained sober. He hesitated a few times as if he wanted to tell her she needed to remain still, as the Dom in him seemed to be bursting to get out.
She licked her lips again, anticipating what their cocks would taste like. If she tried to touch either one, would he find one of her scarves and tie her to the bedpost? This bed was one she’d had since a teenager, and she’d never liked its old-fashioned shape. Now she saw its potential.
As soon as the men took off their briefs, her breath caught. “You’ve both grown.” Immediately, she clamped a hand over her mouth. Speaking was moving. “Sorry, Sirs.”
“That’s okay, darlin’. Anytime you want to tell us what you want or say something nice, you can talk. That right, Sanford?”
She almost laughed at the dare in Clint’s voice.
“For now.”
Both men crawled onto the bed in all their glory. Sanford lightly pressed on her shoulder to make her lie flat. As if they’d choreographed the seduction many times, Clint moved to the end of the bed and Sanford positioned himself at tit level.
Since Sanford was closer, she addressed him. “Permission to speak, Sir?” She thought the permission part was a nice touch.
“Yes, my pretty sub.”
Ooh, she liked to be considered his sub. “I have scarves in the drawer if you want to tie me up.”
He stared at her for what seemed like forever. “You are not ready for that.”
Seriously? How did he know? She debated arguing with him, but instead of responding, she raised her hands above her head and clasped her fingers together. That should show him. Had it not been so dark on this side of the room, she would have known for sure if what she thought she’d seen was a slight upturn of his lips.
Sanford traced a finger around one breast. “Clint was right. You are perfect.”
She inhaled slightly to elevate her breasts. He reached across her chest and massaged the far breast as he ran his tongue around her near nipple. She wanted him to suck on her hard or pinch her tit to test the theory that intense pain brought equally amazing pleasure. Since he claimed he knew her so well, she tried sending subliminal messages, but all she got was more of the same teasing.
Clint spread her legs wide. “Darlin’, I can smell your arousal. I’m in heaven.”
How embarrassing. She tried to close her thighs, but he held on tight. Clint licked the inside of her legs near the apex, and his velvety tongue sent shivers up her spine. All she wanted was one lick on her needy slit and she’d be a goner. Her clit throbbed in anticipation of the briefest touch.
A sharp suck on her nipple brought her attention back to Sanford. The ache was swift, and she wanted more. He drew the tip into his mouth again and tugged harder. She moaned and arched her back. The pinch to other nipple brought another hard ache, but this time, the pleasure spread over her breast and down her belly. Brooke was right. Pain was good.
A completely opposite sensation assaulted her when Clint’s tongue finally reached her wet slit. He licked her up and down, sending chaos through her body.
“Oh, yes.” She couldn’t help but wiggle her hips.
As if her acceptance was Clint’s goal, he moved higher and nabbed her sensitive clit between his lips. His tongue buffeted the sensitive nub back and forth, pushing her closer to a climax.
Sanford must have wanted to redirect her attention back to him because he drew her slightly sw
ollen nipple between his teeth. Just as the pressure intensified to the point of pain, he let go.
He looked up at her. “Do you like when I do that?”
He knew the answer. He just wanted her to say it. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He tossed her a devilish smile and returned to adoring her body.
He lifted up, leaned over her, and pleasured the other breast. His free hand cupped the back of her head. Those fingers massaged her scalp while his tongue worked its magic. She closed her eyes and stars burst behind her lids.
Clint plunged two fingers into her pussy, causing her to lift her hips off the bed. “Oh, yes. Clint!”
Waves of desire filled her as her inner walls fluttered around his curved fingers. He touched a spot that sent her soaring, forcing her breaths to shorten. She tightened her fingers together as she bucked and arched. She wanted to hold on, but when Sanford nipped her tit hard at the same time Clint sucked on her clit, nothing could stop the avalanche of her orgasm.
She yelled something unintelligible as she clamped down on Clint’s fingers. Her body seemed to float in the air as she basked in the glory and wonder of the amazing climax.
Both men sat up, and she opened her eyes.
Clint smiled. “I guess we forgot to tell you that you weren’t supposed to come.”
“What? How could I not have come?” Every nerve had been teased and tormented to a point of breaking.
“It’s called control, angel.”
She couldn’t see them well enough to tell if they were disappointed. For sure they weren’t happy. “It’s been too long since I’ve had sex.” The urge to give an excuse reared.
“That shouldn’t matter.”
She turned her head away. “I’d like to see how you’d do if I sucked on your cock.”
Sanford tilted her chin toward him. “What did you say?”
“Nothing, Sir.” Her pussy was still vibrating and just having his fingers on her body made her yearn for more.
“I think it’s time for you to start learning how to be a better submissive.”
In a flash he rolled her over and gave her three quick slaps to her rear. It didn’t hurt physically, just emotionally. She didn’t like disappointing anyone.
He rolled her back over. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Could have fooled her.
“This session is over for now.”
She jackknifed up. “You’re leaving?” She wanted a cock. No, she needed one.
Sanford and Clint got off the bed. Sanford bent over and picked up his underwear and donned it. “I want each and every lovemaking experience to be special. The only way that can happen is if you can follow a few simple rules, and I haven’t even discussed our philosophy. That will take time.”
Chapter Seven
There had to be something Vicki could do to convince them to stay. “Please don’t go.” Resorting to begging hadn’t been her first choice, but her mind was so muddled, she couldn’t think of anything other than touching herself. Knowing Sanford, he’d say she broke another rule.
“Bro, let’s give her a second chance. She’s the one for us. We love her.” Clint’s voice sounded as achy and needy as hers.
She held her breath, waiting to hear her fate. Wait a minute. They loved her? Or was he just saying that?
“Perhaps if she can demonstrate she’s willing and able to do as we ask, we can try again.”
She glanced to the ceiling and said a silent thank-you. “Yes. Anything.”
Sanford dropped his briefs on the floor and walked over to the bed. He held out his hand and guided her to her feet.
Would he blindfold her now?
Clint grabbed a pillow off the bed and placed it at Sanford’s feet. Kissing his feet might be a stretch for her, but if it meant she could make love to her men, she would.
“Kneel and keep your gaze down.”
Eagerly, she did as he asked.
“Place your hands behind your back and widen your knees. I want your pussy to be exposed.”
Exposed? Ripples of lust coursed through her. Not wanting to ruin anything, she followed his simple instructions quickly. His demanding tone heated her body from the inside out.
“I want you to clear your mind of all worries. I need you to concentrate as you suck on my cock.” Yes! “Do not react to what Clint will be doing to your body. Above all, do not climax or we will not give you any satisfaction.”
That would be worse than any imaginable spanking. Could she taste his cock and not respond?
The decision seemed to be taken out of her hands when Sanford moved close, lifted her chin, and pressing his cock to her lips. Clint’s warmth radiated behind her. His proximity had her pulse racing.
Not being able to use her hands hindered her ability to give him a proper blow job. As soon as she opened her mouth to engulf Sanford, Clint knelt behind her and placed his knees on the inside of hers. His big cock pressed against her back and she almost swayed. With a little adjustment, he could slip his cock in her pussy. More cream dripped down her thigh, and her scent perfumed the air.
Don’t react. Just pay attention to Sanford.
She drew him into her mouth and realized half of him wouldn’t fit. Sanford pressed on her head and she nearly gagged. He let up the pressure as if he was gauging her level of throat flexibility.
“Your mouth is amazing, angel. Relax your throat and take in more of him.”
She wanted to please him. This time when she went down on him, she tried to relax. She might have succeeded had Clint not cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. He kept tightening his hold until the pain made her stiffen. He let go, and the relief not only washed through her but gained momentum as it traveled over her belly and straight to her clit.
How was that possible?
“Angel? Don’t stop sucking.”
Oh, crap. She’d been so wrapped up with what Clint was doing that she forgot about Sanford. Having two men at once touch her was overwhelming. She refocused and ran her tongue along his length, savoring his spicy flavor. The harder she sucked, the more he groaned and the more intensely Clint attacked her nipple.
He then lowered one hand and rubbed her rear. “Your ass is divine. I’ll be dreaming of the day my cock drives into you.”
His words clouded her mind. The moment Clint’s other hand slid across her belly and touched her clit, her mouth lost suction on Sanford’s cock. His fingers grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged. She wanted to look at his face to see if there was anger or ecstasy, but she didn’t want to break his rule of keeping her gaze downward.
On the next bob of her mouth, pre-cum tinged her tongue, and he then stepped back. “Enough.”
Her heart nearly stopped.
Clint stood and lifted her to a stand. “Get on the bed on your hands and knees.”
Her pussy wept at the implication. Would she finally get a cock? Or would they continue to withhold her prize?
To her surprise, it was Sanford who climbed behind her and Clint in front.
“Angel, I am weak. It is safe?”
“Yes.” As soon as she’d heard they were coming back in town, she’d started her birth control. For a brief moment, she wished she hadn’t. Having their babies would be amazing.
Clint reached under her and rubbed her breasts. They were already sore, so each touch seemed magnified. His cock was almost within reach, but she didn’t dare ask if she could suck on him.
Sanford massaged her back with one hand and dragged his other down her belly to her clit. The moment he rubbed her tiny pearl, she gasped and shut her eyes. He nudged open her slit with the head of his cock.
“You are so good and wonderful.”
This time, his words came out on a breath, so it sounded like he was talking more to himself than to her.
He pressed his cock forward, and her world nearly exploded. She bit down on her lip to keep from yelling. She’d seen the gags that Doms used. Now she understood why they existed. She needed one,
mostly because she needed to bite down on it to keep her urges at bay.
Sanford clamped his fingers on her hips and as he eased down her wet channel, each inch brought exquisite bliss. The two years they’d been gone faded away. When he pressed his chest to her back, she nearly lost it again.
He sucked on her earlobe as he made tiny forays into her. She appreciated his care, but she needed him to pound her hard.
Just then, Clint nudged her mouth open with his cock. “Love him, darlin’. Rest on your elbows so you can touch him,” Clint said.
Finally. He dropped on his heels and placed his cock under her lips. Getting to use her hands would be divine. She instantly cupped his steel-hard balls with one hand and his rigid shaft with the other. She pulled his cock toward her lips, but instead of sucking on him, she licked him from base to tip.
“Jesus, Vicki.”
She smiled. Clint had been the more sensitive of the two. Making tiny strokes with her tongue, she worked her way up again from his balls to the head of his dick. He groaned louder with each stroke. His fingers tightened on her nipples, and the ache began to build, but that wasn’t going to stop her from making him lose control. She couldn’t be the only one affected.
“Angel.” Sanford’s cry came out strangled as he drove into her.
Every nerve electrified, as his fingers tightened on her ass. Caught up in the moment, she realized none of them could last much longer. She drew Clint into her mouth and swallowed as much of him as she could. He thrust his hips forward, and his cock jammed against the back of her throat.
“Relax, darlin’.” Easy for you to say.
As Sanford drove into her, taking her higher and higher, she prayed she could last long enough for Clint. Then as if the two men signaled each other, they plowed into her with the same ferocity. Clint rubbed, tugged, pulled, and twisted her nipples, catapulting her closer and closer to the very edge.
Her breaths increased as desire and lust swamped her. The need inside her almost burst as she vanquished the hurt and anger from all those years of their absence.
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