by Tara Rose
Marisol moaned softly as memories of her night with him came rushing back, making her dizzy with need. “Yes,” she whispered. “You did.”
Rafe moved close to her other side and brushed a finger through her hair. “I think she needs to be taught a lesson.”
“Oh, God.” She knew only the two of them had heard her whisper, but she still glanced around to make sure no one was watching them. Most of the guests were lining up at the lavish buffet Thayer and Evan had set up against one wall of the gym, in front of the treadmills and elliptical machines.
She glanced at Rafe. This seemed as good a time as any. “I didn’t know until you spanked me the night of the tornado that you were interested in this…this lifestyle. The kinky stuff.”
He looked a bit uncomfortable, and she wasn’t sure if that was because she’d brought up that night now, in front of Ellis, or because of some other reason.
“I have been for a while, but I didn’t know who to talk to about it. When that happened between us, it was my fantasies bubbling up. But I never thought of you as submissive before that night either. Is this what you want, Marisol?”
“Oh yes. Yes, it is. I’m sure of it.” She was. That much she knew for certain.
“And by the way,” Rafe said, giving her a grin that could melt steel, “just for trying to distract us by bringing that up means you definitely need to be taught a lesson.”
“I wasn’t trying to distract you.”
“More than one lesson, I think,” said Ellis, brushing his lips softly against her neck. “She needs a great deal of training, I’m afraid. Not only for denying what you were trying to do, but for flirting with Thayer and Evan.”
“I guess I was flirting, but only a little.” Every nerve ending was on fire. She knew it was part of the game, but by playing it, they were also placing the decision squarely in her hands. She wanted them. She wanted them both, and there was no reason she could see at that moment not to give into her deepest darkest fantasies.
“I knew it,” said Ellis. “We have to punish you, Marisol. Surely you know that.”
“I know. I deserve it.”
“Then I suggest we get something to eat first,” said Rafe, his voice raspy and sexy. “You’re going to need your strength, Marisol.”
Chapter Seventeen
The ride back to Ellis’s house might as well have taken hours instead of ten minutes. Marisol was ready to jump out of her skin by the time she was seated on the sofa in Ellis’s sitting room, sipping a glass of wine. She’d used the bathroom, and Ellis had made sure again that she wanted to be there with both of them. Candles lit the room tonight, and soft music played in the background.
Ellis and Rafe each loosened their bowties and took off their jackets, and then they took a seat on either side of her. “That was a lot of fun,” she said. “Thank you, Ellis.”
He took her drink and placed it on the table next to him. “Never mind that. The time for small talk is past, Marisol.” He pulled her against him so that she faced Rafe, and then he caressed her hair and whispered close to her ear. “It’s time for your training to begin. For real this time.”
Marisol shivered. She looked into Rafe’s eyes and saw the same expression he’d worn Friday, right before he’d spanked her. That night came rushing back to her consciousness as she recalled every delicious painful swat.
Ellis told Marisol to put her arms over her head, and when she did he grasped both wrists with one strong hand. “Lean back against me and spread your legs for Rafe.”
This was already more intense than she’d imagined it would be with both of them. She already felt self-conscious, which was silly considering what she’d done with each one separately in the space of less than one week. But she did as Ellis asked, and he held on to her as he scooted back against the sofa arm, until she was almost lying prone against his body. His erection pressed into her back, huge and rock hard.
She moaned loudly as Rafe brushed both hands up her calves, then her thighs, and finally over her panties. They were already soaked. “I think I’ll leave the shoes on,” he mumbled.
“Yes,” said Ellis. “She’ll look sexy in them when she’s standing up and bent over.”
“Oh God.” Marisol struggled to catch her breath as Rafe removed her panties, his gaze on her legs the entire time. He tossed them onto the floor and then hiked up her skirt, slowly, until her pussy was exposed. Rafe teased the lips lightly with his fingers while Marisol writhed against his touch.
“Hold still,” said Ellis. His commanding voice sent fresh shivers up and down her spine. Was he insane? How could she hold still through this?
“And if I don’t?”
Rafe glanced up sharply, over her head. She could only imagine the look that had just passed between him and Ellis.
Ellis chuckled softly. “Well, she did ask. Bottom drawer of the tall teakwood cabinet.”
Rafe nodded once, gave her the sexiest grin she’d ever seen on his face, and then rose. Marisol watched as he pulled out bondage cuffs, rope, condoms, the flogger Ellis had used on her the other night, a large black leather paddle, and what looked suspiciously like a butt plug. Each item was held up for a second as Ellis indicated his approval and agreement.
She was aroused and apprehensive at the same time, and the realization of what was going to happen hit her like a blast of cold air. She tried to wiggle out of Ellis’s grasp but he was much too strong. “Marisol,” he whispered. “All the safewords I taught you the other night still apply. Do you remember them?”
“Yes.”
“Tonight you shall address each of us as ‘sir.’ Is that understood?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
He let go of her wrists and she sat up, and then she turned to face him. “Ellis, I’m not sure I can do this.”
He pulled her into his arms and held her tenderly. The gesture surprised her. “Marisol, we don’t want to frighten you. We only want to please you. Tell me what makes you feel apprehensive.”
“I don’t know. I guess the loss of control. With both of you. You’re both very strong.”
Rafe knelt next to her and gently turned her face toward his. “We would never hurt you. Never. Surely you know that?”
“I know.”
“We’ll go slowly. This is new to me, too, mi tesoro. But I want to learn. I want to make you so happy that you never want to leave this room. I want you so satisfied that you only want to stay here with us.”
“Oh Rafe…” He’d never spoken to her like that, and it touched her soul. When he kissed her, fireworks exploded behind her closed eyelids and she wrapped her arms around his strong body. She did want this. She wanted both of them to tie her up and paddle her and fuck her silly. She wanted to submit to both of them.
Rafe released the kiss, and Ellis pulled her close, kissing her with wild abandon and such skill that Marisol actually became dizzy. As Ellis’s tongue teased moans from her throat, Rafe unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra. By the time Ellis finally released her, she knew she’d do anything either man asked of her.
“Stand up,” said Ellis.
She did, and he and Rafe both slowly removed her dress and bra, stepping back to admire her body. Her arms started to cross over her breasts but a warning look from Ellis had her dropping her arms next to her sides.
“From now on,” he said, “this is how I want you to present yourself to us, clothed or not, when we’re alone with you. I want your hands behind your back and your eyes on your pretty feet. Do you understand, Marisol?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. She’d do anything he wanted just to hear that sexy, commanding tone in his voice.
“Good girl. Now come with us.”
She followed them into Ellis’s bedroom. They each carried the toys and other items Rafe had taken from the cabinet. When she entered the room, she tried not to gasp. A leather bench with fittings for what she assumed were cuffs and other bondage apparatus had been placed in the cent
er of the room, and next to it stood a large, padded X, also equipped with fittings. It was attached to a frame with a wide base, she assumed so that it couldn’t tip over.
“Don’t be afraid,” said Ellis. “They’re merely used to secure you so that we don’t accidentally strike a part of your body we don’t want to hit, okay? And so that you have the experience of being completely under our control.” He caressed her hair. “It’s no different than the wedge I had you tied to, Marisol.”
“Okay.”
He glanced at Rafe. “What do you think? The Saint Andrew’s cross first?”
Rafe shrugged. “You’re the pro here. As long as I get to paddle her ass I’m happy.”
Marisol had to bite the inside of her cheek because an unexpected giggle rose up at the look on his face. She cast her eyes to the floor and silently prayed they wouldn’t notice. Ellis led her to the X and told her to turn around and place her arms and legs against the pads. When she did so, she was spread-eagled and her arms and legs rested against soft leather. He and Rafe secured her wrists and ankles to the cross with bondage cuffs. Ellis adjusted the pad behind her until it rested comfortably in the small of her back.
The men stepped back to admire her, and Marisol tried to stay calm. Ellis was wrong. This was much different than being restrained on her knees against a wedge. This was a more open and vulnerable position, and she could see both of them. She could watch their faces and look into their eyes.
“Marisol, you’re beautiful.” The admiration in Rafe’s voice helped her relax a bit.
“She really is,” said Ellis. He picked up the tickler and handed it to Rafe, and then Ellis scooped up the paddle and slapped it once on his open palm. The sound it made against his flesh caused her to flinch.
Ellis noticed her reaction. “Yes. It hurts that much. But the tickler will help balance that out.” He advanced slowly toward her. “As will our tongues.”
Marisol closed her eyes but Ellis told her to keep them open. “We want to watch your reactions.” He gently caressed her cheek. “It will help us to determine when you’ve had enough.”
“Okay. Yes, sir.”
He grinned. “Good girl.” His tongue traced a line from her collarbone down between her breasts, and then back up again to her left nipple. He licked it a couple of times, and then Rafe did the same to her right one. Marisol whimpered softly as her arousal built. Maybe they were only teasing her by letting her think they were going to use the paddle on her?
As her climax built, both men straightened up and Rafe brushed the tickler over her breasts, then across her wet pussy lips. His eyes were filled with animal lust, and Marisol couldn’t help but remember how hard he’d spanked her on Friday.
Ellis stayed slightly in front and to her left as he tapped the paddle against her nipples. So much for her theory they were only teasing. She cried out softly as he increased the speed and strength slowly until each tiny swat sent a shock wave of desire straight to her clit. Rafe continued to tease her upper thighs and pussy with the tickler, and just when Marisol didn’t think she could take anymore, the men switched places.
She moaned loudly as the tickler brushed across her breasts and over both sore nipples. When Ellis swatted between her legs with the paddle, he wasn’t gentle. It stung her pussy lips and her clit at the same time, and Marisol cried out at the combination of pain and pleasure it produced.
She soon felt like she was floating above the scene, watching it play out instead of experiencing it firsthand. The burning melted away into a throbbing touch that had her close to an orgasm with each strike, but never quite over the edge.
Marisol tried to struggle against the cuffs, but it was pointless. She was completely vulnerable and at their mercy, and she realized that she loved it. She wanted more. When Rafe started to suck her nipples and knead her breasts in his strong hands, Ellis knelt between her legs and shoved two fingers into her swollen pussy. He clamped his mouth on her clit and sucked hard.
Her climax was quick and explosive. She screamed as he forced it to keep going, not letting up even when she tossed her head back and forth and muttered incomprehensible syllables. By the time he finally released her, she was barely aware that someone held a bottle of water to her lips. She drank it so fast she nearly choked, and Ellis stroked her hair until she recovered. Then he helped her drink more water, urging her to go slowly. She could smell her pussy juices on his warm breath, so close to her face.
She thought they were done with her in this position, but then Ellis picked up the flogger. Marisol shook her head and moaned, but all he did was grin. He took a step back and swung the flogger across her breasts. Marisol let out a loud yell, but not only because it stung. It was sexy and fun at the same time, and she’d never expected it to be.
He struck her three more times across the nipples, watching her face carefully the entire time, and then he began to flog her pussy. The way he wielded the leather straps caused them to curl under and stung her asshole as well, and Marisol thought she was going to pass out from pleasure. It was exquisite, and like nothing she’d ever felt before.
When Ellis handed the flogger to Rafe, Marisol began to whimper. Rafe had never used one, so most of what he did to her was with Ellis instructing him on how to use it, and it didn’t go on for very long or sting as much. Rafe finally put down the flogger, and then he began to remove his clothing while she watched.
Ellis removed his as well, and Marisol’s pussy grew soaking wet all over again as she watched each man reveal their hard, muscled bodies and thick, red dicks. She wanted off this cross so those dicks could fill her up, but apparently the men had other ideas.
Ellis strode up to her and kissed her, rough and deep. He tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged, just hard enough to let her know he meant business but not enough to actually hurt. When he rubbed his rock-hard cock against her pussy, she moaned loudly in the back of her throat. He released her, gave her left breast a playful slap, and then stepped back to let Rafe move in front of her.
“Mi tesoro, thank you for this.” Before Marisol could react he kissed her, too, and rubbed his dick against her as Ellis had done. He released the kiss and nuzzled her neck, grasping her breasts. “We’re going to make you so crazy for us that you’ll never want to leave.”
“I’m already there.”
Ellis chuckled. “No, love. You’re not even close. It’s time to turn her around, Rafe.”
Chapter Eighteen
Marisol barely had time to process what he’d just said before her arms and legs were released and the cuffs removed. Ellis rubbed her wrists and ankles, examining the skin closely before placing the cuffs back on again and ordering her to face the X. She did so, and leaned against it with her arms and legs on the pads without him asking her to do so.
He gave her left ass cheek a playful slap. “Good girl, Marisol. You’re doing so well. We’re both very proud of you.”
They fastened her to the X with the cuffs again, and this time the pad in the middle rested against her lower abdomen. She couldn’t see them now, but that only made her anticipation that much more delicious.
“I guess you know what we’re going to do, right?” Ellis’s voice washed over her, sending fresh desire racing over every inch of her skin.
“I think so, sir.”
Someone brushed the flogger over her ass cheeks, and she moaned. Ellis chuckled. “We’ll get to that in a minute.”
What? What else did they plan on doing? Tongues lapped at her back, and then over her ass cheeks, one on each side. Again, she uselessly tried to struggle against her bonds. Tiny nips alternated with long, slow strokes of their tongues. It was so damn sexy picturing them both kneeling behind her, naked, licking and biting her ass, that Marisol almost came again.
When one of them began to slide his finger along her wet slit and flick her clit, she couldn’t stand anymore. She’d never been teased like this. It was decadent and raw, and she loved it and hated it at the same time. Her moans turned to
cries of frustration when one of them spread her ass cheeks and began to lick the skin around her anus. Something large and slathered in lube was gently inserted into her asshole, and she guessed it was the butt plug she’d watched Rafe take out of the cabinet earlier.
“If you don’t like this, we’ll take it out,” said Ellis.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered. Marisol liked it, a lot. And she sincerely hoped a dick would be in its place later.
She heard the whistle of the flogger an instant before it struck both ass cheeks, forcing a yelp from her. She thought whoever wielded it was going to keep flogging her, but then the paddle across both ass cheeks surprised her. They were taking turns. Marisol shook her head back and forth and cried out as each toy struck her, in quick succession.
She wasn’t sure she could do this. It stung like crazy, and she was panting and sweating before each man had hit her five times. The butt plug enhanced the swats, and she loved the sensation of it filling up her anus, but her ass cheeks were already on fire.
They stopped, and then their hands gently massaged her ass cheeks, her back, and her hair. At least they were giving her breaks. But it was a short-lived one because they were soon taking turns with the toys again. Tears coursed down her cheeks, but it wasn’t from the pain. Strong emotions rushed to the surface, and Marisol had a tough time keeping up with them as they crested and came spilling out.
She’d wanted this for so long, and had never actually allowed that realization to take shape. She wanted to be dominated by both of them, and she wanted to please them. She hoped she was doing that now, but submitting to this. Should she ask?
The floating sensation returned, only this time she was also well aware of the burning pain. Each swat sent an electric shock straight to her throbbing clit. Her orgasm was so close that when she contracted her pussy muscles it poised there, right on the edge. The next time one of them touched her clit, surely it would let go.
