Loving Sarah (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Julie Shelton

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Good girl. Open up.” He forced her chin downward and held her jaw immobile as he slowly fed her the tip of his massive cock. “I like it wet, so use lots of spit. You must swallow all of my cum. Sir will keep track of the time, which begins right now. Suck me hard, Sunny. I want to feel that gorgeous mouth bringing me to climax.”

  Sucking her tongue to gather all the moisture in her mouth, she let it pool against the tip of his cock, licking around the bulbous head and spreading it down his length. She repeated this process several more times until he was dripping with her saliva. Then she took him into her mouth. The moment her lips closed around him, his hips jerked and his back arched, a sharp, hissing moan rumbling from his throat. Her whimpers sent vibrations surging through his entire body.

  Jesus Christ on a cracker! He’d never seen anything so arousing as Sarah’s lush, plump little mouth encircling his stalk. He’d never felt anything so arousing as her soft lips holding him tight. Or her tongue excavating the trench beneath the head, lubricating him with copious amounts of her saliva as he pulled slightly out, then pushed back in even farther.

  Oh, he’d had blow jobs before. Lots of them. Given by women who clearly knew their way around a man’s cock and balls. But none of them had ever been delivered with the enthusiasm, the eagerness, the sheer enjoyment Sarah seemed to be bringing to the task.

  Lifting both hands, he speared his fingers through her springy curls, shaping the back of her skull as he pulled back out only to thrust back in even deeper. Christ! The way she suckled him! Flexing her cheeks so deeply they fluttered against the sides of his cock, before she released the vacuum to do it again, pulling him deeper yet. “Take me, Sunny. Take all of me.”

  Jesus! He was so close to coming, it would be a miracle if he even lasted the two minutes. A first for him. He was legendary in BDSM circles for his ability to fuck a woman for hours without coming. An ability that seemed, for the moment at least, to have deserted him. But if Sarah’s punishment was to have any meaning at all, he was going to have to last as long as he possibly could.

  Angling her head to break her suction, he surged forward until he bumped against the back of her throat. Fighting her need to gag, she forced her muscles to relax, taking him deep within her throat. His grip on her hair kept her firmly in place, her nose buried in his crisply curling pubic hair. “Look at me, Sunny.”

  Her gaze jerked up to his and he studied her for a long moment, taking in her half-lidded eyes, the tears running unheeded down her face, her swollen mouth stretched around his throbbing penis. “Swallow. Oh-h-h-h, Christ, that’s it, that’s my good, good girl.” He withdrew slowly, catching his breath before shoving back in, past the back of her throat. “Yes! Yes! Again. Yes, love, that’s it. Jesus, Sarah!” His voice was raw, sexy as he taught her how to fellate him. He repeated the process several more times before finally releasing her hair. “Suck me, Sunny, make me come.”

  She bobbed her head rapidly up and down, angling back and forth as she worked his cock, taking him deep. Swirling her tongue relentlessly around the rim of his spongy head, she stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves on the underside, sucking him so hard her jaw and cheeks ached with the effort. Her arms ached, her neck ached, her knees ached as she struggled to maintain the difficult position of “Kneel Up.” But none of that mattered compared with the joy she felt as she worked him with her mouth, putting all her effort into making him come.

  Her moans of pleasure vibrated through his penis, making him grow impossibly harder, impossibly longer, impossibly thicker as pleasure bludgeoned his senses. Jesus, her mouth was heaven! He was so close to blowing, it wasn’t funny. Wrapping his fist around the base of his cock, he squeezed hard, trying to delay his orgasm for as long as possible. But his balls were already tightening, drawing up against his body, ready to release his seed. Grinding out a curse, he held her head still, thrusting his hips in three short jerks. Shoving his length all the way in, he exploded against the back of her throat. “Swallow me, Sunny. Swallow every drop.”

  His hips ground against her face as she swallowed burst after burst of his hot, salty semen, working her throat muscles to milk him of every drop. Even after he’d been wrung dry, she continued to suck and lick until he pulled out of her and zipped up his pants.

  She collapsed onto the floor, gasping and panting. Her jaw ached, her tongue was swollen, her lips felt stretched to twice their normal size.

  “Time?” Adam asked.

  “Six minutes, twenty-seven seconds,” Jesse said quietly.

  For several long moments the only sound in the room was the harshness of Sarah’s breathing. Adam watched her, desperate to haul her up into his arms and comfort her. But she didn’t need that right now and he knew it. She didn’t need weakness, she needed strength. She needed to know where the power lay. “Where are your manners, Sunny?” Thank God his voice betrayed none of the ambivalence he was feeling. “I have just given you a gift. What do you say when you receive a gift?”

  “Thank you, Master,” she said dutifully.

  “For…”

  “For the gift of your cum.” She couldn’t resist a saucy grin as she lifted her head to look up at him, adding in a perfect Yoda voice, “Mmmm, and quite tasty it was, too.”

  He did not smile back. “You went four minutes and twenty-six seconds over the limit, earning you twenty-five swats. And for your impertinence just now, add five more.”

  Jesse extended his hand to help her up off the floor. “You have also earned six strokes with the cane. That’s the punishment I owe you for disobeyin’ me yesterday.”

  What? Her stomach lurched as the smile fled from her face. Oh, my God. She was going to be caned? Barely able to see his hand through the tears blurring her vision, she reached up blindly, letting him pull her up. Caned! Crap! Crap! Crap!

  Meekly she followed Jesse as he led her to the back of the moonlit great room and down the hall toward the Play Room. Adam followed behind her, his hand on her shoulder to keep her from stumbling. Or escaping, she thought grimly.

  As soon as the Play Room door opened, the lights came on. “Bring me your collar,” Jesse ordered, his voice stern and remote. Fear shivered over her skin, raising goose bumps, as she met the blistering inferno of his gaze. He was going to cane her! For God’s sake, why wasn’t she objecting? Why wasn’t she telling him to go fuck himself? Why wasn’t she running down the hall screaming bloody murder?

  “Yes, Sir,” she heard herself replying as she padded barefoot across the cold concrete floor to retrieve the strip of supple leather from its hook on the wall. She handed it to him, then lifted her hair and stood quietly as he fitted it around her neck. The clasp snicked, locking it snugly around her throat. Then she heard the tiny click of the padlock and knew that she was going to do whatever these two men demanded of her. Because she wanted it. She needed it on a scale that dwarfed her fears and allowed her to accept the inevitable with a calmness that defied all logic.

  Chapter Nine

  Looping his index finger through the D ring on the front of the collar, Jesse led her, stumbling, to the middle of the room. Above her head were two chains suspended from the ceiling, around three feet apart. “Raise your arms,” he instructed. When she did, he shackled her wrists with metal cuffs, locking them to the jangling chains. The unmistakable sounds of captivity filled her with a mixture of anticipation and dread.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Shivering, she slid her feet apart.

  “Wider.”

  As she obeyed, air brushed against the exposed, wet flesh of her pussy like cool fingertips. She was shaking uncontrollably, teeth clenched to keep them from chattering. Her belly was hard and tight, as if she’d swallowed a boulder. Adam knelt and shackled each ankle to a spreader bar. Biting her lip, she curled her fingers around the cold, smooth links of the chains.

  Jesse and Adam moved into position, one at each shoulder, facing each other with her sideways between them. She turne
d her head. The look on Jesse’s face stole the air from her lungs.

  “There are two types of punishment in D/s,” he said, his low voice rumbling through her like thunder. “Hard and soft. Disciplinary and sensual. Painful and pleasurable. You have earned both tonight.”

  “Close your eyes, Sunny.” Adam’s voice, hard and implacable.

  She squirmed, hesitating, her hands clenching and unclenching around the chains. All of a sudden, she wasn’t sure she could do this.

  Adam and Jesse stood quietly, watching her struggle. “Do you need to use your safe word, Sunny?” Adam asked.

  Time stretched as Sarah wrestled with her decision. Then, with a shuddery sigh, she closed her eyes, screwing them up tight in a vain attempt to keep the tears from leaking out. They rolled silently down her cheeks, dripping off her chin. “No, M-Master.”

  Both men shut their eyes as well, relief bursting through them at the depth of submission implicit in her action. “Good girl,” Adam murmured, stroking her shoulder, his voice raw with emotion. He’d never loved anyone in his life as much as he loved this woman standing so submissively and obediently before him.

  Jesse moved to stand directly in front of her, taking her head in both hands, gently brushing her sweat-damp hair from her face. “Where are you, Sunny?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  “That’s my very good girl. Now, I’m gonna kiss you. When I’m done, you will no longer be allowed to speak or make a sound. If you do, you will be gagged.” He bent his head and claimed her mouth in a languid exploration that melted her bones. Her tears slid into the seam of their lips as he molded her mouth to his, gathering her salty taste with his tongue.

  Too soon he lifted his head and stepped back, the sudden loss of his body heat pebbling her skin with goose bumps. “We will begin with the soft part of your punishment. The part where erotic pain leads to sensual pleasure.” All around them, soft music began to play. In perfect synchronization with the music, four hard male hands reached out and began stroking her silken skin, two plumping and lifting her breasts, two skating up and down her back, caressing and squeezing the firm, round globes of her ass. Fingers found her eager nipples, pinching and tugging insistently, until they hardened and grew into aching points of need. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts more fully into the pleasuring hands. A whimper fell from her lips.

  As if following some prearranged signal, two hands lifted her breasts and two hot mouths closed over them, sucking hard, tongues flicking across her hard, tight little nipples. Sarah moaned low in her throat, shuddering in pleasure, her body jerking as the other two hands gripped her ass cheeks, compressing and releasing her flesh in time with the pulls on her nipples. Pulls that had currents of electricity arcing back and forth between her nipples and her cunt until she was squirming, barely able to stand still, her weight shifting from one foot to the other. Both men lifted their heads to claim her mouth, first Adam, then Jesse.

  The music changed to a more driving beat, heavy, pulsing sounds that signaled a change in what was about to happen to her.

  Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…hands tapped her ass cheeks, gently, rhythmically, drugging her senses as they slowly heated her skin. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap—

  Slap! Jesse struck the first blow, the flat of his palm right on the fullness of her left buttock. It startled a shriek out of her, followed by a whimper as his hand closed over the stinging pain, massaging it through her skin into the muscle beneath, spreading heat and a strange, burning pleasure with every caress. Slap! Adam, mirroring Jesse’s actions on her right buttock. She shrieked again.

  Jesse moved away briefly and when he returned, he placed his hand beneath her chin, lifting it. “Open up, Sunny. You can’t say you weren’t warned.”

  Oh, Lord. Her stomach twisted in fear as he carefully fitted a foam rubber ball behind her teeth, pushing her tongue farther back into her mouth. Swiftly he buckled the leather straps behind her head. A soft whimper died in her throat.

  “Open your fingers, Sunny.” Tapping her right hand, he tucked a scrap of cloth into her grasping fingers. “Since you can no longer speak, if you need to catch our attention, simply release the handkerchief and we’ll stop. Nod your head if you understand.”

  She nodded jerkily.

  Slap! Slap! Slapslapslapslapslapslap…

  She gasped behind the gag as dozens of stinging slaps dispersed heat throughout her body. Slaps which didn’t really hurt, but which heated her skin nicely and had her moaning with unexpected pleasure.

  Releasing her nipples, the two men raised their heads to admire their handiwork. Red hand marks stood out all over her buttocks and thighs, in stark contrast to the creamy whiteness of her skin.

  “Beautiful,” Adam murmured as he palmed her mound, sliding his fingers through her pink, swollen slit. “Jesus, Jess, she’s so fucking wet!” He touched his fingers to Sarah’s nose, letting her smell the pungent aroma of her arousal. She inhaled deeply, rubbing her nose back and forth against his wet skin.

  “Ah-ha,” he chuckled. “You like that, don’t you, naughty girl?”

  Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Much harder now, in sync with the pounding music, the men delivered glancing blows with the flats of their hands upward along the fullness of her ass cheeks. Slap! Slap! Blows that jiggled her reddened flesh. Slap! Slap! Blows that blistered her skin and stung like a million bees. Blows that seemed to go on forever.

  She wriggled her hips in a desperate attempt to evade the painful thwacks. An attempt that only earned her a veritable barrage of stinging slaps that left her sobbing, her hips writhing as heat and pain soaked through her. Her ass cheeks were on fire, her skin a deep, mottled red. Blood rushed to her pussy, her swollen labia, her aching clit, spreading heat to every inch of her sex.

  A hand slid between her legs. Thick male fingers plunged into her sheath, fucking slowly in and out, turning the burning pain to a dark, unholy pleasure. Too soon they withdrew with a loud slurp. More fingers reached in, gathering her copious moisture and dragging it up her perineum, back to her anus. They circled and probed her puckered rosette until she shuddered with pleasure.

  Slap! Slap! Two hard, thudding blows with palms slightly cupped, deepening the pain. She squirmed, sobbing through the gag, as they kneaded her buttocks, forcing the pain and heat through her flesh. Slap! Slap! Two more bruising blows in rapid succession along the “sweet spot,” the crease where the curves of her ass met the tops of her thighs. Followed by more swift blows. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

  Again, fingers slid through her cleft, turning pain to a halting pleasure as they penetrated her two needy holes, making her shiver and moan and twist her hips with the desperate need to come.

  She thrashed her hips, grunting deep in her throat as pain pounded through her. Pain that was right on the edge of a pleasure so deep, her pussy practically howled with the need to come. Need that crawled just under her skin like a million scratchy insects, making her feel edgy and alive. Need that made her swollen and aching and desperate…God, she needed to come!

  She sucked air in through her nose as the hands began tapping her ass cheeks in a steady rhythm, over and over in the same place, lightly at first, almost playfully, gradually building up the force until crack! An especially hard slap landed right on her exposed pussy. Her shriek was muffled by the gag as atrocious pain shot up through her vagina, radiating out to every part of her body.

  “Silence,” Jesse ordered sharply. Crack! Crack! Crack! More slaps to her pussy, reducing her to a writhing, sobbing bundle of agony/ecstasy. Drool dripped uncontrollably from her chin onto the tops of her breasts. Her entire body felt blistered, covered with layer upon layer of heat and pain as the hands struck over and over again. Pain and pleasure rushed through her, so intermingled they were inseparable, blending together in a consuming fire, until there was nothing left but the scorching pleasure.

  She sagged in her restraints, too exhausted to hold herself up any longer. Time lost all meaning for her as she hun
g suspended from her chains, no longer a part of her body somehow, but instead floating above it, adrift in a strange, shadowy world of sensation.

  The slaps continued, unrelenting, each one stinging her burning flesh, building up a wild, fierce need deep inside her. A need that was stoked by the touches to her clit, the fingers penetrating her, front and back. Over and over they brought her right to the edge of orgasm before diabolically backing off and stranding her there. The music built to a thunderous crescendo, sweeping her along with it. Her body gathered, tensing, on the verge of a release she could no longer fight. Her head fell back and she went rigid.

  Instantly the slaps stopped, the hands withdrew, leaving her howling, her straining body teetering hopelessly on the precipice of a cataclysmic climax. A climax that hovered, just out of reach. A climax that never came. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh! God! Her knees gave way, leaving her hanging by her wrists as she desperately sucked air into her starving lungs in deep, shuddering gasps. This was torture, pure and simple. Her pussy convulsed with unfulfilled need as the massive orgasm slowly receded. She writhed helplessly, her teeth clamping down tight on the rubber ball. A combination of drool, sweat, and saliva dripped onto the concrete floor beneath her.

  She stood, forced to stillness by the heavy steel chains holding her bound hands over her head. By the spreader bar mercilessly holding her feet apart. Forced to accept their touches wherever and however they chose to give them. Forced to accept the fact that they chose not to give her an orgasm.

  Take her to the brink time and time again? Oh, yes.

  Leave her a sweating, throbbing, desperate mass of unfulfilled need? Oh, yes.

  Allow her to come?

  Oh, no.

  Defeated, she stilled, sobbing hard, adrift in a mindless haze of lust and pleasure and hot, scorching need. Her need to come was a ravening beast inside her, ripping her apart, squeezing her lungs so that every breath was a struggle just to survive.

  No, she realized, not just the need to come, but the need to be filled. To be spread, distended. To be stretched and stuffed to the limit and beyond. To be fucked and fucked until the raging hunger burning deep inside her was finally and completely satisfied. Until she was annihilated, obliterated by pleasure.