by Lynn Stark
She shook her head, her hair falling across her face. Dropping the steak back onto the plate, he reached for her and dragged her across his lap. She struggled hard enough he had to brace her body with an arm over her shoulders. With her ass now positioned, he gave it a sharp smacking blow with the flat of his hand. She squealed and fought him harder. And the harder she fought, the harder his cock got. The imprint of his hand on the white globe of her ass was a beautiful thing, turning pink almost instantly. His cock throbbed as his blood raced through his veins.
When Marley didn’t say her safe word, but continued to fight him, her hands now grasping his leg to balance herself, he slapped her ass again and again, alternating sides, never striking the same place twice. She screamed and fought him like a wild animal, her slender body twisting. When her legs fell apart he thrust his hand between her legs, finding her pussy completely soaked with the juices of her arousal. He shoved a finger hard into her tight channel, fucking her with his finger and stroking her rigid little clit with his thumb until she was fighting, not for her freedom, but for an orgasm.
Smiling at Roarke, who was sitting in a chair and fisting his cock, he withdrew his fingers and spanked Marley again. She was panting, growling, cheated of an orgasm. Fuck, the woman was a walking, talking wet dream. He was about to come in his pants. Just breathing the scent of her arousal was driving him closer and closer to the edge.
Lifting her, Grayson put her on her knees in front of him, between his spread legs. Keeping one hand on a slender shoulder, he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. “Take my cock in your mouth and watch the teeth. If you bite me, you won’t like the consequences.”
If there was ever such a thing as a violent blow job, this was it. Marley took his cock into her mouth. There were no niceties. She got right down to it, sucking him down, hollowing out her cheeks as her mouth worked its way up and down the steely length of his shaft. She sucked him like a pro, pushing him closer and closer to the edge as her mouth slid down until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Then she did it. She swallowed hard on the swollen, spongy head, her throat muscles working it, her swollen lips sealed around the shaft. His balls were jammed up into his body as he came, his body arching off the chair as he shouted his pleasure. She pulled back instinctively, but didn’t let him go as she drank and swallowed, sucking hard as she gradually made her way back to the head, which she then began to lovingly suckle until his cock softened and finally slipped from between her lips.
There was a smug expression on Marley’s face as she looked up at him defiantly yet again through the fall of her dark hair. She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, swiping away the remnants of his cum. Just when he didn’t think it could get any hotter, it did so. The woman could take her angst out on him any time she liked.
So, she had thought to teach him a lesson. As fantastic as the blow job had been, he wasn’t to be outdone. Grayson reached for Marley and lifted her from the floor. Roarke leaned back in the chair, holding his cock, as their woman was lowered so she straddled his lap. His cock was buried in her pussy as her weight carried her down. Moans escaped both his lovers. With the large butt plug buried in her ass he could imagine it was a very tight fit.
“Fuck her, but don’t let her come. We’ll take some of the fight out of her. She’ll learn not to defy her masters.”
For the next hour they fucked Marley on nearly every surface in the house, taking turns, fucking her until she was a writhing, screaming mass of passion. But before she could come they would withdraw, leaving her panting and swearing. They suffered their own frustration silently.
At the moment she was spread out on her back on the kitchen table with her hands cuffed to the back of a chair above her head, her legs bent at the knee, her ass on the edge. The pale blue butt plug begged them to play with it, so they did.
She made vile threats to their genitalia, but never once uttered her safe word.
“Hey, babe,” Grayson said to Roarke, “what do you think about wrapping her up in a sheet and taking her over to The Silver Edge?”
“Sounds like a good idea. We could go to level two and fuck her senseless on the stage.”
“I don’t think she’s really ready for that. Maybe we should start her out slow. Why don’t we just take her out back and fuck her? It’s dark. There’s no chance of anyone seeing.”
“Why out back? If no one’s going to see, we might as well take her out on the front porch.”
And they did. Grayson carried her outside over his shoulder then put her down on her feet. When she was steady he positioned her over the heavy armrest of one of the pieces of outdoor furniture and spread her legs wide. He pulled on the butt plug, twisting and wiggling it in her tight asshole. With balls likely turning blue, he didn’t waste any more time. Letting the plug pop back into place, he sank his cock into her quivering body and fucked her soaked pussy until he was coming with a loud shout of pleasure, his balls happily emptying as one hot spurt after another of cum filled her pussy.
Roarke was equally eager to find relief. He all but shoved Grayson out of the way as he lined up his cock with the entrance to her pussy and pushed forward. The connected pair moaned. Marley still hadn’t come. It was obviously something she wanted badly, but they would keep it from her as long as possible.
Their lover and partner fucked her hard and fast, driving in, grinding hard into her willing body. They were both panting, sweat coating their bodies. As he had hoped, Roarke came first, leaving her body as soon as he was able.
“No!” Marley screeched, again forgetting she wasn’t to be talking. “You will get your cock back in there and finish, dammit!”
Roarke slapped her on the ass with an accompanying laugh. “We are finished. Now, remember, no talking. Are you ready to finish eating supper?”
There was a long pause. “Yes,” she whimpered, obviously strung out there on a thread of sexual desperation. “I’ll eat.”
They returned to the kitchen and she finished eating what she was offered. There was less defiance in the little glances she would throw him. She was obviously considering changing tactics. A smile tugged at his mouth. She sure was feisty. After nearly twelve hours of playing the game she was still a worthy opponent and partner.
But despite the feistiness, Grayson knew she had to be getting sore. As much as he wanted to keep playing, he knew they couldn’t. “Come on, baby. It’s going to be an early night for you. Roarke will take care of the dogs.” He lifted her up into his arms as she pouted. “That won’t work on me. Don’t worry. We’ll give you your orgasm and chocolate. You’ve been a very sexy playmate all day. You will always get your reward.”
Grayson carried Marley upstairs. While she waited on the wooden bench beside the tub, he turned the water on and added Epsom salts. When the water had reached the right level and temperature he undid the handcuffs and lifted her into his arms.
“You’ll take a nice long soak. By the time you’re finished Roarke will have your reward waiting for you.” He smiled as she leaned back. Despite showering twice that day, she obviously really appreciated soaking new aches and pains out of her muscles. “I’d join you, but I have to take care of a few things before we can finish our game.”
After he left the bedroom he went back downstairs. Roarke had brought the dogs’ beds into the house and placed them out of the way. All the dogs were stretched out, not moving a muscle. Not even an ear twitched. Obviously they’d had a good day as well. Everybody in the house seemed to have enjoyed their new playmates.
Going into the room they used as their home office, he sat down in the chair behind the huge, antique desk. Tim Macon, his deputy, answered the phone.
“Is there any sign of him yet?”
One thing he hadn’t shared with Marley was that the man from the club the night before had decided hurting her was one way to get his revenge on Grayson for arresting his worthless ass, shouting his threats as they wrestled him to get his photo and fingerprints. They had
learned after he was arrested and booked at the station that he had a long history of violence against women. And it wasn’t just the women unfortunate enough to choose him to be their Dom. No, the man had begun his long and violent physical abuse of women at the tender age of thirteen when he nearly beat his mother to death when she refused to allow him to go to a party with much older boys. He was obviously unstable and very violent.
Needless to say Colt was upset about this man having gained access to his club. Grayson knew he wasn’t to blame. The man had managed to concoct an identity which had withstood scrutiny for quite some time, as he attempted to escape his violent past. The two things Colt hadn’t required, and would now, were fingerprinting and a complete background check. If anyone he didn’t know personally had a problem with it, then they wouldn’t get inside the doors of The Silver Edge.
“No, sorry, sheriff, we haven’t found any sign of him still being in town. Cherry’s out on patrol now and she has Max with her.” Max was the Schutzhund-trained German shepherd she had gotten to protect her own family when a then-unknown person had been trying to kill those closest to her. “If she comes across the guy, he won’t give her much crap with Max along. Steve and Rob are out, too.”
“Well, you call and tell her she’s not to get out of the cruiser without Max. That guy is as strong as a bull.”
“I’ll tell her.” There was a pause, and then Tim chuckled. “Uh, boss, you might want to turn the living room lights out next time you entertain on the front porch. Cherry said it was quite a show.”
“I’ll do that,” Grayson responded, feeling his skin flush hotly. Now his employees would have even more than the black eyes to rib him about. Oh well, it was never malicious. And they lived in Silver. There wasn’t much to shock the average citizen. “Let’s not spread it around town, though. I don’t want Marley embarrassed.”
“No problem, boss. My lips are sealed.”
Hanging up, Grayson went to check doors and windows, belatedly closing the drapes. He’d leave the gate open so the dogs could roam around the house. Though there was an alarm system, they would hear someone creeping around outside.
Roarke was coming out of the laundry room when he entered the kitchen. He pulled the other man into his arms, kissing him softly on his upturned mouth. “You are so sexy. I love you.”
“I love you, too, even if you aren’t as sexy as I am,” Roarke joked, sliding his hands over his ass. “I’d ask you to fuck me tonight, but can either of us get it up again?”
“Not without a little blue pill.” He kissed Roarke, lingering over the caress. He never failed to feel the love he felt for the other man swell up inside of him. They were connected for life and he was grateful every day. “Come on, babe. Let’s give our woman her reward and get her to bed.”
Turning off the lights they went upstairs, only to have Marley toss out all their good intentions as they entered the room. She was kneeling on the bed, her ass in the air and in full view of the door, her shoulders down on the mattress in a submissive posture. The blue butt plug was visible and tempting.
“I think she’s won the game,” Grayson stated hoarsely to Roarke as he began stripping off his clothes. He had intended to take a shower, but it could wait. His cock sprang free as he pushed his boxer briefs down to his ankles. “Are you sure, baby?”
Marley nodded and wiggled her delectable, heart-shaped ass.
“I think that’s a yes,” Roarke stated, stripping out of his own clothes. They went flying in all directions. “Let me take out the butt plug. You look so cute with it in your ass, baby. Do you like it?” She wiggled her shapely backside again. Both men laughed. “You like being ours, don’t you? I can see the juices running out of your pussy. Can I lick them up?”
Another wiggle and Roarke was there, shoving his face between her legs, his mouth covering her pussy, licking and sucking her juices until Grayson thought he’d have to have their lover surgically removed.
He gave them a moment before he laughingly separated them. Marley made a cute noise of frustration as she was thwarted yet again from achieving an orgasm. Climbing up on the bed behind her, he pulled the butt plug gently from her ass, admiring her stretched, fluttering hole which was just beckoning him to claim it. After applying a generous amount of lube, he lined up his latex-covered cock and pushed inside, giving her only enough time to adjust to his size before he thrust forward and bottomed out.
Marley howled with pleasure, a wild sound he would give anything to hear again. Grabbing fistfuls of her long hair, he held her like that as he began fucking her hard and fast. She ground against him, grunting, meeting him thrust for thrust until her body began to undulate. Sweat beaded over her skin as it began to flush with pleasure. The woman truly was a wild animal in bed.
“Come on, baby. Come for me. Let me know how much you love my cock in your ass.”
A series of short, mewling cries escaped her as Roarke reached between them to pinch her clit. The howl of pleasure when she came was like the rawest, most primitive mating song. He growled in response and slammed into her as her body clenched around the length of him. Her dark channel clung to him, sucking him in. His gaze fixed on the point where their bodies were joined. He watched as his cock slid in and out of her asshole. It was a hot, erotic sight. At that moment he wished he had the ability to fuck both his lovers like this at the same time.
A wicked smile curved his mouth even as the tingling began in his spine, his balls drew up into his body, and he came with the force of a summer thunderstorm. He roared his pleasure, drove his cock deep inside her, and then collapsed over her back when the spasms claiming his body ended.
An impatient Roarke rolled Grayson’s slow-to-recover body off her, and then he claimed Marley for his own, shoving his cock into her ass with one smooth thrust. Grayson watched him spread his body over hers. The sight was hot as hell.
“Are you ours, Marley?” Roarke demanded roughly, his voice a deep growl.
“Yes.” It was a low moan.
“Will you always be ours?” Roarke ground his pelvis against her ass, burying his cock even deeper in her asshole.
“Yes!” The wild scream which accompanied the word rent the air. She reached out for something to hold onto as her orgasm rocketed through her slender body, latching onto his hand. Grayson winced as she crushed his fingers together. “I’m yours!”
Well, it wasn’t as romantic as he had been hoping for, but Grayson would take what he could get.
Roarke came quickly, peppering kisses over her neck and shoulders as his body shook them both. When his cock began to soften, he carefully reached between to catch the top of the condom.
After that it was all about Marley. It had been an amazing day but Grayson doubted that either he or Roarke would be able to perform like horny teenagers again. He was nearly thirty-two, not eighteen. Though he still had a lot of good years left in him, at least he hoped he did, making love endlessly to a beautiful woman was more of a fluke than a natural gift.
Roarke had changed the sheets earlier. They wiped her down with warm, wet cloths, buffed her dry, and then rubbed lotion into every inch of her soft skin. She moaned and smiled through it all, seemingly boneless and incapable of doing more than sighing with pleasure as they pampered her.
“You guys are wonderful,” Marley told them as she watched Grayson put away the handcuffs in the bedside stand. She was now tucked in with a sheet and soft cotton blanket covering her. “I’ve never had so much fun. Where’s my chocolate?”
Grayson laughed at the grin on her face. Roarke snatched the square of chocolate off the table before he could get it. Then he was feeding it to her, groaning when her lips slid down his fingers as he withdrew them.
“I’m going to weigh four hundred pounds and have rotten teeth, if you guys keep giving me food rewards.”
“We’ll work it off you, baby,” Roarke reassured her. “Now, go to sleep. I’m going to go let the dogs out one more time, and then I’ll be back up.”
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br /> Leaning over her, Grayson kissed her softly on her lips. “Be a good girl and do what Roarke says. I have to go call in to the office one more time.” He collected his clothes and headed for the door.
Marley nodded and yawned, then curled up on her side and closed her eyes. As he paused in the doorway and looked back he didn’t think he’d ever seen anything as beautiful as Marley sleeping in the silk-draped bed.
After Grayson dressed in Roarke and his bedroom, he went downstairs to tell his lover that Duncan hadn’t been found yet and that he would feel better if he went out on patrol around Silver to search for the man. The state police were also on the lookout for him. It was only a matter of time before he was captured, but until then they would have to be extremely diligent. He didn’t want to worry Marley, however. She was going through enough as she dealt with her sister’s death, preparing the gallery, as well as getting to know Roarke and him.
“I don’t think we should tell her,” Roarke said as he made coffee for Grayson to take with him when he went out on patrol. “She doesn’t need the extra stress. We’ll just have to be sure one of us is around or someone is watching her.”
He grimaced. “Why do I have the feeling it’s not the right decision? Marley’s a strong woman. She’s not going to break down if we tell her that Duncan made threats against her and that he’s escaped. We should tell her.”
But Roarke was shaking his head. “No. I don’t want her upset or scared.”
“Well, I don’t want that, either. Okay,” Grayson sighed heavily, reaching for the coffee Roarke was holding out to him, “but if she gets pissed off, I’m going to blame you.”
Roarke chuckled and pressed himself close. “Fair enough. Be careful out there, babe.”
