by Opal Carew
“You want me to fuck you, slave?”
Tingles washed through her at his coarse words. With Storm watching her with hunger in his sky blue eyes, she nodded.
“I can’t hear you, slave.”
She drew the long, hard shaft from her mouth. “Yes, sir. Please fuck me.”
Travis lifted her ass until she was standing, bent over with Storm’s cock in her hand. He pushed her forward and Storm lay back as she slid over his body, until finally her chest rested on Storm’s, the two of them staring at each other. Her hand still encircled his cock.
She felt hard, hot flesh nudge against her slickness. Not Storm’s.
“Storm, I’m going to fuck your woman now. And I’m going to make her come.”
The whole time, Storm watched her face, his gaze intense but unreadable. Travis eased forward, his cock penetrating her slowly, opening her to his hardness. Storm kept watching her. Her cheeks burned, excitement blazing through her. Travis kept on filling her, his seemingly endless cock moving deeper into her.
“Oh, yes.”
Storm’s eyes gleamed. His cock, still in her hand, was impossibly hard, betraying his arousal.
“Is he inside you, baby?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.
She nodded.
“Does it feel good?”
“God, yes.”
“Squeeze me, slave,” Travis commanded.
Her internal muscles tightened, gripping Travis snugly.
“Fuck, yeah.” Travis began to move, his big cock gliding along her passage, stroking it. Then he glided deep again. “You’re so tight and hot.” He drove deep again. “Fuck, I’m going to make you come, and when I do, I want you to tell me it’s happening.”
“Yes, Master.”
Travis thrust into her and she gasped. Pleasure swamped her senses. He thrust again and again, driving into her with purposeful intent. Storm watched her face as pleasure rose within her.
“Oh, yes. I’m so close.”
Storm pulsed in her hand and Travis rammed into her faster. Her insides melted and a joyous wave of heat wafted through her. Then pleasure spiked.
“Yes. You’re … oh, you’re making me…” She sucked in a breath. “I’m going to come.”
The pleasure exploded within her and she moaned as Travis’ hard cock kept filling her again and again.
Travis’ hands gripped her waist and he thrust even deeper, then he leaned over her, his chest against her back, as his cock erupted inside her.
Her head fell against Storm’s broad chest and her eyelids closed. Travis, now resting on her back, nuzzled her neck, then drew back. His cock slipped free of her body.
Then she started as another hard cock pressed against her opening. Diego thrust forward, filling her in one hard thrust.
“My turn, belleza.”
Her eyelids popped open and Storm’s blue gaze caught hers as Diego began pumping into her. She was still riding high from her orgasm, her tender flesh sensitized. Suddenly, pleasure blasted through her.
“Oh, I’m going to come again,” she cried.
Storm’s eyes, dark with need, watched her intently.
Diego thrust, then twirled inside her. Again and again he filled her, twirling and assaulting her body with pure pleasure. Soon she gasped, then moaned her release. Moments later, she felt Diego withdraw from her, leaving her feeling empty.
A moment later, Travis ran his fingers through her hair, tugging lightly. “I think we need to treat you to the unique pleasures of being with more than one man at a time.”
He held out his hand and she took it. He led her to an upholstered chair across the room. He pulled it forward and turned it around so it backed against the bed, then he sat down. He held his cock pointed upward.
“Sit.”
She faced Travis and positioned herself over his cock. He guided it into her as she lowered herself onto him. Storm and Diego stepped closer so they could watch as his big cock filled her deeply.
Travis nuzzled her neck, then murmured in her ear, “Let’s give them a show to get them as hard as possible.”
She cupped her breasts and stroked as Travis grasped her hips and slowly raised and lowered her onto his cock again and again.
“Oh, Master, that feels so good.” She pinched her nipples, watching the heat simmer in the male eyes watching her.
Storm’s enormous cock stood at attention. And Diego stroked his with an expression that was a mixture of pleasure and pain.
She leaned in close to Travis’ ear and nuzzled. “Both their cocks look very hard, Master,” she murmured.
“Good.” He drew her forward then lifted her ass, keeping his cock deeply embedded in her. “Storm, there’s lube on the bedside table. Why don’t you fill her ass?”
She watched as Storm picked up the tube and squeezed, then covered his cock until it glistened. Then he walked around behind her. Travis’ hands grasped her buttocks and he drew them apart, then Storm’s hard cockhead pressed against her back opening. Pressure built as he pushed into her. She pushed against him, relaxing, as his hard cock entered her slowly.
He was so big, but he eased in gently and she stretched to accommodate him. As he glided into her channel, Travis stroked her back, relaxing her. Once Storm was all the way in, none of them moved for a few moments, giving her time to get used to the feel of two cocks inside her.
Then she sucked in a breath. “God, this feels incredible.”
“Room for one more?” Diego asked as he stepped up behind Travis, cock in hand.
She gazed at the red bulbous cockhead and smiled, then opened her mouth. He glided inside and she closed around him.
As she sucked Diego’s cock, Storm grasped her hips and he began to move. As he drew her back with him, Travis’ cock stroked her front passage. Storm guided her forward and back a few times, then he slid his cock along her back passage, pulling back, then gliding forward again. Travis and Storm found a rhythm, their two cocks thrusting in and out of her, driving her pleasure higher and higher.
She sucked hard on Diego, her hand wrapped around him. He groaned and after a few moments, released in her mouth. When he slipped free of her lips, she moaned at the joyful sensation of the two big cocks still moving inside.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re so tight around me.” Storm thrust deep and groaned as hot liquid filled her.
At the feel of it, she catapulted over the edge, moaning as she flew into ecstasy.
Travis jerked into her, then grunted his own release. The two men twitched inside her, driving her orgasm even higher. She moaned and rode the wave, squeezing their cocks inside her.
Finally, she collapsed on Travis, her body aching from their erotic maneuvers.
Storm’s cock slipped from inside her and he moved away. Travis smiled up at her.
“As slaves go, you’re pretty spectacular.” He cupped her face and drew her in for a long, lazy kiss. He stroked her cheek and smiled. “Anytime you want to try another fantasy, I’m at your disposal.”
Storm helped her to her feet and swept her into his arms for an ardent kiss, his hot lips moving on hers possessively.
“I hope that was all you dreamed of.”
She nodded, dumbfounded, and he smiled.
“And hey, Travis. The night isn’t over yet. If my woman wants more of you and Diego, I assume you’ll be at her beck and call.”
Travis stood up and headed toward the door with a grin on his face. “We’ll leave the door unlocked.”
Both men left the bedroom and Melanie gazed up at Storm. “That was…” She shook her head, unable to find the words.
“Awesome? Fantastic?”
She smiled and nodded. “And incredibly generous of you.” Her smile faded. “You’re sure you’re okay with what just happened?”
He kissed her, his lips lingering before he eased back and pinned her with an intense blue stare. “It made you happy, and you’re still here with me. Of course I’m okay with it.”
* * *
The next morning, Storm arranged for room service and they all sat at the dining room table in their boxers, Melanie in a robe, and ate breakfast together. Melanie glanced around at the three handsome men while she sipped her coffee.
Yup. I have a definite addiction to rock musicians.
* * *
Melanie watched the scenery slip by as the limousine sped along the highway toward the next stop on their tour. The inn had been an hour and a half drive roughly northeast of their route and they would be meeting the bus in a small town on the way to Louisville, Kentucky. Everyone sat quietly, each involved in their own thing. Diego leaned back against the seat listening to music, the cord from his earbuds dangling down his broad chest. Travis tapped away at his phone, probably texting or reading e-mail.
Storm simply stared out the window. Although Diego and Travis seemed quite relaxed, Melanie could sense the tension from Storm.
Did he regret last night? Had seeing her with the other men upset him? He’d seemed to be turned on by the idea originally, but maybe seeing her wantonness as she’d enjoyed the sexual attention of the other men had disgusted him. Maybe in the cold light of day he thought she was a dirty slut.
Her stomach twisted into a knot.
Or maybe … Oh, God, maybe when she’d told him she loved him it had made him feel too pressured. Maybe he’d arranged last night to push her away, hoping she’d want the continued freedom of seeing other men. Then he’d be the good guy by telling her he was fine with her pursuing other men and he would quietly pull away, hoping she wouldn’t notice as she got more involved with Travis, and maybe Diego, too.
But the truth was, no matter how many sexy, virile men wanted her, they could never take Storm’s place. She wanted him. And only him. Last night had been fantastic, but only because she’d shared it with Storm. And because it had turned him on, too.
She gazed at him, wishing he would turn his head and look her way. That he would give her a reassuring smile to set her mind at ease. But he simply kept staring out the window, watching the miles go by.
* * *
Storm got out of the limo and glanced toward the restaurant where they’d arranged to meet the rest of the band for lunch. He was glad to be out of the car where he could take a deep breath of fresh air. The vehicle, with its air-conditioning and contoured leather seats, had been quite comfortable, but after what the four of them had shared last night, he needed some distance from his friends.
The whole situation with the three of them sharing Melanie last night had been pretty intense. He had enjoyed it—fuck, he’d been so hot he’d thought his cock would explode—but it also left him unsettled.
The whole time they’d been traveling, he couldn’t help thinking about how Travis had dominated Melanie, calling her slave and instructing her to call him Master. Clearly, it had turned her on immensely, and it had him, too, but now … Fuck, why did the women he cared about want a man to sexually control them? First Jessica and now Melanie. And the worst part was that he knew, deep down inside, he wanted it, too.
The limo driver opened the trunk and passed their luggage to the bus driver who stowed it in the storage area.
“Man, I’m starving,” Travis said as he headed toward the restaurant door.
Diego followed him, and Melanie glanced at Storm uncertainly. He hadn’t spoken to her the whole trip and he felt a little guilty about that, but he’d had his own thoughts to deal with. He gestured for her to precede him and then once they reached the door, he opened it for her.
Lunch in the small diner was exceptionally good. Simple home-style food with large portions. The guys kidded around, and Dan and Jimmy talked about the two women they’d gotten lucky with last night. They kept it marginally clean in deference to Melanie, but she seemed deep in her own thoughts.
Soon they were back on the bus and Storm settled into the seat beside Melanie. She pulled out her pencils and sketchbook and flipped it open to a new page. He watched in amazement as she began to sketch a fantasy creature with wings, a big fluffy tail, and horns. It was dynamic and graceful, with a whimsical appeal. What surprised him the most was the enchanting personality the small creature conveyed. He almost expected it to bound off the page and dance around.
“That’s sensational, Melanie.”
She glanced up at him, startled, as if she’d forgotten he was there, then smiled at him, almost timidly. “Thanks.”
He leaned back in the seat, continuing to gaze at her creation. “You told me about artist trading cards and how you can go to meetings to interact with other artists. Are there other things like that you’re planning to do?”
Her pencil danced over the paper as she continued adding details to the little being on the page. “Well, Diego also told me about an Artist Battle.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?” He stifled a grin as he imagined two people armed with paintbrushes, one lunging forward and the other parrying.
“It sounds fantastic.” She glanced at him, as if checking to see if he was really interested in what she had to say. “Artists have twenty minutes to do a painting. There’s an audience watching the artists as they work, then at the end, they pick a winner and that artist’s painting is auctioned off.”
“Just the winner sells their work?”
Her brow furrowed. “I’m not really sure. Maybe the winner is the one who gets the highest bid.”
Storm couldn’t imagine working under that kind of pressure, but from the glimmer in Melanie’s eyes, he knew it was something she’d like to do. “So when are you going to take part in one?”
She pursed her lips. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’m ready.”
He gazed at her. “Why not? Your work is fantastic, and you just did that incredible drawing in no time.”
She gazed down at her own creation. “Thanks, but the competition is painting and I couldn’t just walk in there and finish a piece in twenty minutes without a lot of practice first.”
“Okay, so what’s stopping you from practicing?”
“Well, I don’t have any paints with me.”
“We can fix that.”
“And it’s cumbersome traveling with an easel. And then there’s the time. You know better than me how hectic it is being on tour.”
“You said you have to finish in twenty minutes. You can plan your project while you’re on the bus, then when we get to the hotel, take some time before the show to do the actual painting. On days we have to start setting up as soon as we arrive, do your painting before you go to sleep.”
She glided the edge of her pencil over the paper, adding more shading. “That will be hard with having to pack up first thing in the morning and all.” She sounded doubtful.
“I’ll help. You paint; I’ll clean up in the morning before you get up.”
She gazed at him, her emerald eyes wide. “You’d do that?”
“Of course.” The fact that she doubted it stung a little.
She nodded. “Okay. Thanks.” She turned back to her drawing and worked a little more.
He watched her a little longer. He didn’t know why she was so subdued today, but he wouldn’t be surprised if it had something to do with last night.
Finally, he settled back in the seat and closed his eyes.
His thoughts turned back to their erotic foursome and how Travis had dominated Melanie.
At least, he had only given her commands. Had her play the sexy, submissive love slave. It had been mild compared to what Jessica had wanted from Dane … and him.
* * *
Jessica st
ood before Storm, naked, her gaze cast down.
“Come here, slave,” Storm commanded.
“Yes, Master.”
Jessica stepped toward him and he pulled out his cock.
He flattened his hand on top of her head and pushed her to her knees.
“Suck it.”
Delicately, she wrapped her hands around his cock, then her warm mouth covered him. He trembled with need. He wanted to drive deep into her throat. To fill her with his cock, making her swallow him whole. He drove forward and she gagged, but took him all the same. She sucked and he groaned.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet, then forced her back against the wall.
He pushed her wrists over her head and crushed his body to hers.
“I’m going to fuck you, slave. Deep and hard until you scream. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He nipped her earlobe and she yipped. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes, Master,” she cried with such need he almost came on the spot. He pressed his cockhead to her slick opening.
“Storm.”
“Call me Master,” he gritted out, slamming himself into her so hard the walls seemed to shake.
“Storm.”
His body jostled and his cock ached.
“Storm, we’re here.” Melanie’s hand was on his shoulder as she shook him gently.
The dream images dissipated and his eyes opened. Ah, fuck. It may have been a dream, but his aching erection was very much a reality.
He shifted in the seat and willed his erection to settle down.
He hated the forceful way he’d taken her in the dream. It was okay when Travis took control over Melanie, but it wasn’t what Storm wanted because he didn’t trust himself not to take it too far. Like in the dream, where he’d taken Jessica too hard. It just wasn’t right.
What if he tried to dominate Melanie and lost control there, too? What if he hurt her?
He’d never forgive himself.
“What were you dreaming of?” Melanie asked.
