Rose, Tara - Behind Blue Eyes [The Doms of Sybaris Cove 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  Jeff watched him for a few minutes, his eyes glazed over and one hand stroking his cock. She thought it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, and wanted that dick in her mouth. As if reading her mind, he turned his gaze toward her, and then he climbed on top of her and straddled her chest, closer than Taj had done, so that his cock brushed her lips. “You know what I’d love?”

  “I know what you’d love. Bring that here. I can’t wait to taste it.”

  “Fuck me sideways,” whispered Taj.

  Alaina would have giggled but she didn’t have time to. Jeff rose up onto his knees and held her head still while he pushed his dick into her mouth. She relaxed her throat muscles so he could go to town, and was rewarded with him thrusting in and out, slowly at first, then with increasing speed as she moaned louder.

  Taj returned to sucking her clit and licking her wet slit, and when he slid two long fingers into her pussy, Alaina had to struggle not to bite down on Jeff as the most intense orgasm she’d ever had exploded. The contractions went on and on, and she barely had time to brace for the hot cum that filled her mouth as Jeff cried out and came. She tried to swallow it all but some dribbled onto her chin.

  When he pulled out he kissed her, tongue and all, and then he cupped her face. “Thank you. That was the best damn blow job I’ve ever had.”

  “You’re welcome.” She still hadn’t recovered from her orgasm, and when Taj straddled her chest to do the same thing Jeff had done, she eagerly opened her mouth to take his dick inside. But she didn’t expect Jeff to take Taj’s place between her legs, or for him to begin the process of licking and sucking her clit all over again. They were going to torture her with orgasms. How could she not love that?

  She’d rarely come twice in one night, let alone in the space of five minutes, but before Taj exploded inside her mouth with more tasty, hot cum, her pussy contracted again, and Alaina could hardly keep breathing this time. She was out of her mind with lust for these two. This time, she was able to swallow most of Taj’s cum, and when he pulled out, he kissed each nipple, lingering just long enough to give them a few licks as well, and then he smiled at her.

  “Fucking wonder tongue. That’s what you are. And that’s what I’m going to call you. Wonder tongue.”

  “Maybe I should change my e-mail address to that?” Her arms ached from being held overhead, her mouth was sore, and her clit throbbed, but she sure hoped they weren’t done. They untied her wrists, and then helped her stand. On shaky legs she made her way to the bathroom, and when she returned to the great room, Jeff handed her a bottle of water. She drained it without stopping, and wordlessly he rose and grabbed a second one for her.

  Taj crooked his finger at her. “We’ll be more comfortable in Jeff’s room.”

  Jeff grabbed her left ass cheek as he came up behind her. “And besides, that’s where the spanking bench is.”

  Chapter Seven

  There were plenty of pictures of them on the company’s website because they sold them, and they had one of each item they sold in the display room. But seeing the bench up close inside Jeff’s bedroom while she stood near him and Taj was a different experience than checking it out at work.

  This was their deluxe model and she knew it well. Formidable, a little intimidating, but also sexy as hell, with plenty of hooks and rings for every imaginable bondage cuff, chain, or rope a Dom wanted to use. It also boasted leather pads to support a sub’s head and each arm. The pad on which the sub placed her lower abdomen and torso was thick and wide, and there were even pads for her on which to kneel. Those could be moved out of the way if a Dom wanted his sub to stand instead.

  She moved her gaze from the bench to the bed. It was the biggest bed she’d ever seen, and underneath the flat canopy he’d fitted more rings and hooks. From there, she glanced toward the opposite wall where a St. Andrew’s cross graced the wall. Would they put her on that as well?

  Jeff wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled her neck. “Well? What do you think?”

  “I think I just walked into my ultimate fantasy.”

  Jeff grasped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “I’m glad to hear that. Have you ever been on a spanking bench?”‘

  She moaned as tiny jolts of electricity shot straight to her sore clit. “Never. I’ve had no play experience at all.”

  “Would you like to start with the spanking bench or with something else?”

  “I honestly don’t know.” That was the truth. She wanted everything. She wanted them to spank her, paddle her, flog her, and she wanted them to fuck her. At the same time, and in every hole.

  Jeff turned her around to face him and held her close, stroking her hair. “It’s all right. We’ve wanted to play with you for eight years. And we have all night. Hell, you can stay here all weekend if you want.”

  “I won’t be walking by Monday.”

  “Walking is overrated.”

  She pulled out of his embrace and looked into his eyes. “It certainly is. I want it all. I want you both to use every toy you have on me. I want you both to fuck me, anywhere you want to. I’m yours this entire weekend.”

  She held her breath as she watched the emotions cross his face. When Taj moved behind her and kissed her hair, then circled her torso with his strong arms, she sighed.

  “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do,” he said. “Let’s get you strapped to that bench and get this party started.”

  * * * *

  Taj took her hand and led her toward the bench, then helped her drape her body over the pad. He glanced at Jeff. “Keep the knee pads out?”

  “Yeah. It’ll be more comfortable for her to kneel. We’ll work up to standing.”

  His fingers trembled slightly as he adjusted the pads underneath her head and arms. Then he wrapped thick leather bondage cuffs around her wrists while Jeff wrapped her ankles, before snapping them in place. Jeff opened the armoire where he kept his toys, and busied himself with taking out every flogger he owned, plus a few nasty looking paddles and other implements. He placed them out of her line of vision, on a rolling table he moved closer to the bench.

  This woman was more than Taj had ever imagined, in every way. She was goddamned beautiful, but then that hadn’t been a complete surprise. But he’d never expected this acquiescence, or the trust she’d shown them already this night. And he definitely had not expected her to want to experiment with BDSM play. She’d always seemed too tightly wound to be able to let go like this. How long had she been keeping this bottled up?

  He felt privileged to be one of the men who would introduce her to play. But it was difficult to keep a level head right now and remember that they needed to go slowly. This was all new for her. They had to be careful not to push her too hard. But she made that difficult. It was those eyes. They were stunning, and they rendered him a fucking useless fool whenever she turned her gaze on him.

  “All set?”

  Taj nodded.

  “Alaina, we’re going to give you two more safewords for this. ‘Green’ means everything is okay and you want us to continue. ‘Yellow’ means something needs adjusted or needs our attention, and ‘red’ will still stop the scene immediately. Do you understand?”

  “Yes. What do I call you both?”

  Jeff glanced at him and shrugged.

  “Call us by our names for now,” said Taj. It was far too soon to ask her to call them “Sir.”

  “All right.”

  He and Jeff talked quietly about which toys to use first, and where on her body they would use them, and then Taj picked up a deerskin flogger with thick falls. He swung it first over her lower back and then across both ass cheeks. She cried out in surprise. “This won’t hurt you. It’s designed to warm up the skin. What do you think?” He swung it over her upper back again, and then underhand to let it graze her pussy.

  “Oh God…I love it.” Her voice was breathy and sultry, the way he loved to hear it. Taj continued alternating his strikes a
ll over her body, making sure to move to her side so he could flog her tits as well. Soon, she was moaning like crazy, and all he could think about was fucking her. Over and over and over again, until neither of them could breathe.

  Jeff held a small leather paddle in his hand, smacking it against his palms, so Taj stepped aside and let him move closer.

  “That sounds like it would hurt,” she said.

  Jeff grinned. “It does.” Instead of hitting her with it, he ran the edge along her spine and she flinched, then sighed as she realized he hadn’t actually struck her with it. Jeff tugged on her hair slightly, and whispered in her ear, “But when I do hit you with it for real, you’ll know it.”

  He and Taj exchanged an amused glance when she moaned loudly. She loved this. The mind fuck as much as the differing sensations. He nearly came again as he realized how much fun they could have tonight with her. He wanted to give her everything she’d ever fantasized about and more.

  When Jeff did finally hit first her left and then her right ass cheek with it, in quick succession, her yell wasn’t gentle.

  “Holy fucking shit!”

  Taj had to struggle not to laugh. “Was that a safeword?”

  “Um…no. But damn that hurts.”

  “Yeah, it’s a bit more of a bite than the flogger, isn’t it?” Jeff caressed her ass cheeks. “Should I stop?”

  “No. Please don’t.”

  He shot Taj a look that pretty much summed it up. This girl had harbored secret fantasies for years that neither of them had ever guessed at, and those fantasies were going to be their undoing. But Taj didn’t give a shit. He didn’t care if he acted like a damn fool over this woman, both in this bedroom and everyplace else on the island. He hadn’t had this much fun in a decade, at least, and there was no way he was going to blow this. He’d do whatever had he to do in order to keep seeing Alaina. He’d been smitten for years, and now…now that he’d had her like this, he was completely gone.

  * * * *

  Jeff struck each ass cheek three more times, and he recognized the change in her moans from surprise to arousal. Only then did he dare to hit her pussy and then her nipples, more gently, with the paddle. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body and her hair looked damp. His dick ached. It was rock hard again already, and he’d noticed that Taj’s was as well. They’d topped a sub before, but always with other people around, during a party, and never while they were naked.

  He hadn’t known what to expect when they’d started this, and hadn’t been sure he could handle watching Taj get a blow job from Alaina, or eating her out, but it had turned him on something fierce. He sure hoped she was going to let them fuck her pussy and ass like she’d said she wanted, because he was ready to explode again. He was dying to know what it felt like inside both of those sweet, hot holes.

  But for now, he wanted to give this amazing woman a fantasy she’d never forget, and it was difficult to hold back. He knew he had to be careful. They both knew that. She’d been burned in a way he’d never imagined, and the fact that she’d trusted them this far still blew his mind. He wouldn’t do anything to make her regret that decision. Especially not after what he’d learned tonight about Alex Nesfield. They should have fired the bastard years ago.

  He alternated the paddle with a thuddy flogger, brushing the falls over her skin more than striking her with it. Taj did the same, alternating a thin, stingy flogger with a piece of rabbit fur and the edge of another paddle. They both constantly checked her skin to make sure they hadn’t broken it, or it wasn’t getting too red. She wasn’t used to this, and they wanted it to be positive for her, not frightening.

  Once her ass was red, he stopped and then caressed her cheeks, reaching underneath to tease her soaking wet pussy and clit. She moaned softly in response, and it was all he could do not to fuck her, right then and there.

  “Please…” she whispered.

  Taj moved to her side and tugged on her hair, lifting up her head slightly. “Please what? Tell us what you want.”

  She moaned. “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Please…”

  “Oh my God.” Jeff glanced around for the damn condoms, finally spotted them, and tore open the box, tossing one to Taj as well. “Do you want us to take you off the bench? Are you done with the impact play? Have you had enough?” He could barely get the damn thing on, and Taj was having trouble as well.

  “No. No I want more, but I need to have you both inside me. Please. I can’t wait anymore.”

  Topping from the bottom had never been something he’d allowed a sub to do, but fuck that right now. He wasn’t going to deny her when she was begging for something they both were dying to do, too.

  * * * *

  Alaina had no clue which man had just shoved his dick into her pussy, but she cried out in pleasure as he fucked her six ways to Sunday. He reached underneath to play with her breasts, and she thought she’d pass out from the waves of desire coursing through her body. When he pulled out and the other man pushed his cock inside, she tossed her head back and forth and whispered incomprehensible words.

  It was the ultimate dirty-girl fantasy.

  Cuffed to a bench, on her knees with her ass in the air, being flogged, paddled and fucked by the objects of her fantasies for the past eight years. She couldn’t have conjured up anything better than this if she’d tried. And they weren’t done. They wanted her to stay all weekend. She’d be lucky to make it into work on Monday. She’d never taken a sick day. Not once.

  Alaina giggled as an image of Sallyanne’s face, frozen in disbelief when she called in ill on Monday, rose in her mind. Someone smacked her left ass cheek, hard. “You think this is funny?” Jeff’s voice was full of incredulity.

  “No. Not at all. It’s heaven. I was just picturing your sister’s face when all three of us call in sick on Monday.”

  Both men chuckled, and then Jeff pulled out, and their hands and mouths were everywhere at once. She couldn’t even keep track of the sensations. They caressed her breasts, her back, her very tender and sore ass cheeks, and her pussy. They kissed her nipples, her hair, her neck, and even her asshole. She squirmed against her bonds, but that proved futile.

  “Had enough?” asked Taj, his voice full of humor and his breath hot against her ear.

  “No. I love this. Please don’t stop.”

  “Seriously?” asked Jeff. “You want us to paddle you and flog you some more?”

  “Is that okay? I love it. It’s like I’m floating away to the happiest place I’ve ever been. I mean it hurts, but at the same time it feels incredible. Is that crazy?”

  “Not at all. It’s called subspace. What you feel is the endorphins. Some people are just hard-wired that way. The same pathways recognize pain and pleasure, and your body interprets the impact as both. But when the pain begins to overtake the pleasure, that’s when you need to use your safeword.”

  “That sounds like something from a sci-fi movie.”

  He brushed a finger along her spine. “Just to know we can give you this kind of pleasure makes me feel proud.”

  “Me, too,” said Taj. “Thank you. But what Jeff said about safewords is important to understand. You trust us to stop when you call one, and not to push you past your limits. And we trust you to let us know when you’ve had enough.”

  “Thank you. Both of you. I won’t violate that trust. I promise you that.” Surely they would believe her, now that they knew how much she valued the concept.

  “Do you need a water or bathroom break?”

  “I’m fine. Honestly.”

  She heard them talking in low tones, but couldn’t make out the words. It didn’t matter. She was safe with them. She knew that. And she knew that no matter what they came up with, she’d love it. This was what she’d waited for, and she was going to enjoy every precious second of it.

  To hell with Sallyanne, Alex, and the rest of them. And fuck whatever happened Monday morning. She was here now, not at work. She’d never been this happy or sated. Never. She wasn’t goi
ng to give this up, and she wasn’t going to allow thoughts of anyone else to cloud her mind. This weekend was all for them. Only Jeff and Taj would be allowed inside her head until Monday morning.

  Alaina’s musings were cut short when the next toy that struck her ass burned like a motherfucker. “What the hell was that?”

  Taj chuckled. “It’s a riding crop.”

  “I’m not a horse.”

  “No, you’re not. But it’s quite useful as a toy, don’t you think?” He struck each ass cheek with it three times in a row, then hit her pussy a few times as well. It burned like crazy, but soon she slipped away into that peaceful state again, where pain became pleasure and pleasure became pain. It was all mixed up and this time she didn’t try to analyze it. This time she closed her eyes and let it wash over her, like waves on the beach, carrying out to sea every shitty thing that Alex had ever said or done to her.

  She let it cleanse those emotions and thoughts, replacing them with the most incredible sense of contentment she’d ever felt. She never wanted to leave this place. She’d stay here forever, wrapped in warmth and raw, erotic decadence. It was like a drug, and now that she’d had it once, she had to have it again. Over and over. There was no turning back after this moment, and she knew that.

  When the burning stopped, she was given a short break as they brushed the fur over her skin, and then what felt like the edge of a paddle. That was followed by a soft, thick flogger again. But soon they began to smack her ass with a long wooden paddle, which immediately conjured up images of her bent over one of their desks at work, while they took turns using that paddle on her. Once that image took hold, her arousal level went through the roof.

  “Have I been bad?”

  He stopped. “What?” Jeff’s voice had that dominant tone that she’d already come to love.

  “I asked if I’ve been bad? You two should paddle me at work with that when I make a mistake.”