Sweet Addiction s-6
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Lucas was a match to her dark hair and skin. Cole was her opposite. Light to her dark, his hair a muddy blond, his eyes blue and piercing where Lucas’s were dark and sometimes menacing. Not that Cole was all sweetness. He could be as formidable as Lucas but perhaps it was more incongruous on him.
In her most secret fantasies, she wondered at what a child of hers and Cole’s would look like.
“Am I boring you, Ren?” Cole asked menacingly. He bit into the column of her neck, inciting a yelp from her. He slapped her ass with a stinging blow that had her immediate attention.
“What the fuck is your problem? You’re zoning out. Does my dick not interest you? Should I ram it up your ass? Will that get your attention?”
He pulled out of her, wrapped his arm around her waist and jerked her back from the railing. He pushed her roughly to her knees, his hand wrapped in her hair.
“If you aren’t enjoying my attentions, you’ll at least see to my pleasure.”
The blunt head of his dick bumped against her lips. She opened her mouth, not even trying to defend herself. He was right. She’d given him the ultimate disrespect when he was giving her nothing but the best.
He slid to the back of her throat and stayed there several long seconds, until her eyes watered and her throat convulsed. Only then did he let off and allow her to catch her breath.
His hand wrapped tighter in her hair and he pulled her head up, angling her jaw so that his entry was better. Then he pushed in again and began fucking her mouth with long, ruthless strokes.
“Kneel there and take it,” he gritted out. “Make it easier on yourself, Ren. Don’t fight me.”
No, she wouldn’t. Later, she’d fight because she remembered the turn-on for them both when she resisted and he subdued her, forcing her to his will. It was a practice she’d never dared with another man. Not even Lucas. She’d always been afraid of what would happen if her partner went too far, got too caught up in the act.
But Cole wouldn’t hurt her. Had never hurt her. No matter what he thought or felt guilt for.
Would he remember pinning her down, her being helpless and him slaking his lust? Would it still be a source of arousal for him?
It hadn’t come to her until now. A sharp memory brought on by his command for her not to fight. Was he even now telling her the opposite?
No, he looked too pissed. Too firm. Far too disapproving. He wouldn’t be playing a game now. He wanted to punish her and she’d take it because it was what she deserved.
His other hand slid over her cheek, over her ear and into her hair on the other side. He gripped her head with both palms and held her in place as he fucked her noisily. The wet sucking sounds, mixed with her gag, filled her ears.
Her body was electrified. Her nipples hardened painfully. Her pussy spasmed as sharp pleasure coiled in her pelvis and spread through her stomach.
His control and dominance over her aroused her in a way she could never hope to explain. She simply couldn’t describe the euphoria that accompanied the bite of discipline. She panted around his cock, so far gone that she was barely cognizant of her surroundings.
But then his voice. Like a whip. Cutting through the haze.
“Tell me, Captain, is she not the most beautiful sight you’ve seen? There’s something about a woman swallowing a man’s dick that fires the senses.”
Her eyes flew open and her gaze locked on the captain standing a short distance away, the bulge between his legs evident even at such a distance. To his side stood another young man, his gaze raking over Ren as Cole shoved his cock farther down her throat.
Her entire body trembled and fire swept through her veins. Oh God, she was going to come and there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.
She closed her eyes, trying to ward it off but it pooled in her groin and tightened unbearably. She let out a cry around Cole’s erection and then went utterly senseless as her orgasm lashed her like the slap of a leather crop.
Just as suddenly her mouth filled with semen. She choked at first but his fingers wrapped cruelly around her jaw and she heard his warning from a distance, breaking the fog that surrounded her.
“Don’t you fucking spill a drop. Hold it in your mouth. Don’t swallow. And don’t lose a drop.”
She was smart enough to obey even though she was completely undone by the sheer power of the moment.
He jerked at his cock, coaxing every bit of his release onto her tongue. Then he thrust again, sliding deep, coating his cock with the cum in her mouth.
“Tighten your lips and clean every bit off my dick as I pull out.”
She did as he ordered and he slowly dragged his cock over her lips, coming away from her mouth as clean as she could manage.
“Now let them see,” he said. “Let it slide over your lips and down your chin. Make them imagine that they just came all over your pretty mouth.”
She relinquished her hold on the warm liquid and allowed it to seep over her lips and down her chin until it dripped to the deck below.
“Goddamn,” the second man, the one she guessed was the steward, said in a hoarse voice. “Fucking amazing.”
“Yeah, she is,” Cole said, his voice tight with pride. “And she’s mine.”
The captain turned as if to go, but Cole stopped him.
“Gentlemen, if you don’t mind. I have a punishment to mete out. I’d like you to stay and observe.”
CHAPTER 28
C aptain Mike nodded his head. “As you wish, sir.”
Cole looked in C.J.’s direction. The young steward looked like he’d swallowed his tongue and a little like he was in love. Ren had that effect on men. Who could possibly resist a beautiful, willing, submissive woman who made the art of submission look elegant and spiritual.
Ren’s calm acceptance of Cole’s demands awed the other two men. By the time he was through with her punishment, she’d make slaves of both the other men, which amused Cole since she was the submissive. But then, wasn’t he himself an absolute slave to her every want and need?
She had all the power in this relationship. She had the ability to break him or make him the happiest man in the world. He had control because she gave it and for no other reason. She reveled in it and she was so damn beautiful that his teeth ached.
“Your belt, please,” he said calmly to Captain Mike. Then he looked to C.J. “I assume you have an oar of some type? It must be a smooth piece of wood. Coated and treated with no possibility of splinters.”
“I have a decorative oar, or rather the c-captain does,” C.J. stammered. He looked apologetically in Captain Mike’s direction. “That is, if you don’t mind, sir. The one on your wall is a perfect size.”
Cole stifled his smile. The young man looked so eager to witness what came next that he seemed afraid that if he didn’t proffer the perfect piece of equipment that there would be no punishment.
Mike nodded. “Fetch it.”
Cole decided to tease them a bit and up the stakes. He waited patiently, Ren on her knees in front of him the entire time, his cum still smeared on her face, until C.J. hurried back with the small oar.
He handed it to Cole and Cole inspected it, turning it over and over, feeling for any sharp edges, splinters in the wood or any grooves that would hurt Ren more than necessary.
Then he lowered the oar to his side as Mike handed him the belt he’d been wearing. He turned his attention to Ren, staring down at her upturned face.
“You’ll take your punishment and if you make a single sound, you’ll suck the cocks of both men while I fuck you from behind. And I won’t be easy, Ren. I’ll fuck your ass and I won’t be nice and prepare you.”
C.J.’s mouth fell open and he shifted in agitation but nothing he did could hide the bulging erection he sported.
“On your feet.”
She rose, faltered and then regained her footing. He put a gentle hand to her elbow so she didn’t fall and then guided her toward the railing where he’d fucked her just minutes ago.
Mike and C.J. closed in and stood to the side. C.J.’s eyes were wide but Mike’s glittered with lust. Cole knew he was hoping like hell that Ren broke. Cole knew better.
“No lashes to count, Ren. I haven’t decided how many. I’ll quit when I’m satisfied with how your sweet little ass looks. And then I’ll probably fuck you, provided you don’t lose your discipline first. If that happens, I’m afraid your pretty mouth is going to get quite the work out.”
She trembled underneath his touch and he couldn’t discern whether it was in anticipation of the punishment or perhaps because she was turned on by the idea of sucking the two men’s cocks. Regardless, it was all in her hands.
He chose to use the belt first. He handed back the oar to C.J., who took it eagerly, his face flushed with excitement. Cole carefully doubled over the wide leather belt and gave it an experimental pop.
Ren flinched and he smiled.
The first lash was one of the hardest for her not to react to. He knew it and made it purposely sharp. The two men watching leaned forward in anticipation of hearing a sound escape Ren’s lips.
The second, she showed more restraint and took it stoically as she did the third and the fourth. And the next several. But then it became a test of her endurance as he continued to stripe her buttocks, working over the entire area so he didn’t strike the same place two times in succession.
He worked below her buttocks to the undersides of her legs but he didn’t venture above her ass to the small of her back. Ren was especially sensitive in that area and he made it a point never to strike her there.
C.J. looked near desperation by the time Cole discarded the belt and reached for the oar. Mike just looked pissed. Cole gave her a moment to gather herself. The purpose wasn’t to break her down or cause her so much pain that she lost sight of her purpose. And because he knew her so well, by the time the last blow from the oar fell, she would be so near to orgasm that it would take little effort on his part to send her spiraling into the abyss.
He smacked the oar over one cheek, making the globe shake delectably. She jumped but still, not a sound escaped those disciplined lips. Pride swelled deep inside Cole. She’d rather die than show him the disrespect of disobeying a direct order. If indeed she broke and uttered a sound, he would have pushed her too far.
Her ass was delightfully red. Glowing with the marks of the belt and now the wood. He hadn’t struck her hard enough to leave bruises or break the skin, but her ass would be red for hours and the welts would be visible equally as long. Which is why she wasn’t going to cover that delectable little behind for the rest of the day. He wanted to see his mark on her. He’d probably fuck her senseless as many times as he could get it up until he wore them both out. That’s what she did to him. Made him ache from the inside out.
C.J. was nearly beside himself, clearly agitated that Ren hadn’t broken. There was grudging respect in Mike’s eyes. His gaze grew more tender with each blow that fell on Ren’s ass. His lust had turned to something else. He looked as though he wanted nothing more than to gather Ren in his arms and offer comfort—and perhaps praise.
Cole let the oar slide from his fingers. It hit the deck with a clatter and Ren’s shoulders slumped forward. His hands glided over the swell of her ass, red and marked. So very beautiful.
His own cock was about to burst out of his jeans again, so he well understood Mike and C.J.’s frustration. With clumsy fingers, he unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock and pushed into Ren, feeling the warm snugness of her pussy swallow him whole.
She fluttered wildly around him, already in the throes of her orgasm. She threw her head back and he leaned into her, wrapping his arms around her, holding her against his chest as he murmured words of praise in her ear.
“It’s okay now, Ren,” he murmured. “Darling, Ren. Let me hear your pleasure. It’s okay now.”
She moaned softly and then louder. His words seemed to catapult her even further over the edge. She went liquid around him. Hot satin, flowing over his cock, stroking him so intimately that he could feel it in his soul.
“Cole,” she whispered. His name was like the sweetest of endearments falling from her lips. It sent a thrill coursing through his veins. Like a drug. One he couldn’t get enough of.
His name. No one else’s. Her acceptance of his ownership.
He cupped her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her tight nipples. Then remembering her account of the night at the club with Lucas, he turned her away from the railing until she faced Mike and C.J. He was still buried deep inside her but he’d stilled, wanting to ward off his orgasm so he could bring her to release again.
“Touch her,” he said hoarsely. “Touch her but be gentle.”
C.J. fell to his knees, his eyes so dark with lust that Cole wondered if he’d already come in his pants. His hands trembled as he reached tentatively to touch her breasts. Then he glanced up at Cole as if seeking permission for more.
Cole nodded. “Touch her any way you like. With your hands, your mouth. But don’t hurt her. You’ll show her the respect she’s earned. I want her to enjoy every minute.”
As soon as C.J.’s mouth closed around her nipple, she moaned and stiffened. Her pussy tightened around Cole’s cock and he moaned along with her.
Mike forewent her body and angled in from the side, his hand cupping Ren’s face just before he kissed her. It was a savage kiss, like he meant to devour her. It was an odd sensation to have another man kissing his woman so passionately while Cole was fucking her from behind, but he was unbelievably aroused and so was Ren, judging by her frantic movements and the sudden wetness around his cock.
Wanting her to have as much pleasure as he himself was finding, he slid out of her body. At first C.J. pulled back and even Mike took a step away, as if assuming that Cole was calling an end.
But Cole merely repositioned himself at her ass, spread her a little further so the angle was adjusted and then he carefully began to work himself inside her.
He hadn’t used any lubricant and he knew her wetness wasn’t enough to make it bearable. He wanted that fine line between pain and pleasure. He didn’t want to hurt her too badly, so he patiently worked at getting inside her.
Some pain was good. He wanted that edge. He wanted to feel her reject his cock and press forward anyway. She would want it too.
“I have oil,” Mike said gruffly. “Suntan oil. It’s here in one of the compartments.”
Cole smiled. Already Ren had made another conquest. As much as Mike had wanted to witness her punishment, he now couldn’t bear the thought of her being hurt.
He gathered Ren’s hair in his hand and pulled slightly back. “Tell him, Ren. Tell him how you want it. Do you want it easy? All slicked up so I glide right into your sweet little ass? Or do you want that bite? Do you want to fight my invasion and have me force your surrender? Tell him so he knows.”
He could just see the glitter in Ren’s eyes from the angle he looked down on her face. Her face was suffused in color and heat and so much anticipation. She had a drugged look and her lips were swollen from another man’s kiss. It made him want to savage her mouth, to replace Mike’s mark with his own. But he’d sworn this would be about Ren’s pleasure now that she’d withstood her punishment.
“I want the pain,” she said hoarsely. “I want it hard.”
Cole’s hands moved down to her hips until he gripped her hard, giving her nowhere to move to, no way to fend off what was coming. Then he thrust hard. “Like this?”
She shuddered and convulsed around him, pinned to his body, helpless. “Oh God, yes. Just like that.”
“Then stand there and take it. Tell your men to touch you while the one who owns you fucks your ass.”
“Touch me,” she pleaded, her gaze finding Mike and C.J. once more.
C.J. needed no urging. As before, he dropped to his knees and cupped both breasts in his
hands. He looked like a kid in a candy store. His mouth closed around one nipple and the wet sucking sounds he made spurred Cole on.
Mike took her mouth again, but this time he slipped his hand between Ren’s thighs.
“That’s it,” Cole said in approval. “Give her what she needs. Use your hands to show her what two cocks feel like.”
Then to Ren, “Tell me what it feels like, baby. Are his hands inside you? Are his fingers long and thick like my cock? How does C.J.’s mouth feel on your nipples? Are you wishing that I’d let them fuck you? What if I let them take you right here on the deck while I watched? What if they fucked you so long and hard that you couldn’t walk tomorrow?”
She let out a cry and he knew she was gone.
“Son of a bitch,” Mike murmured as he reclaimed her mouth. “She’s coming all over my hand.”
C.J.’s hands slipped around to the backs of her knees as Cole continued his ruthless ass fucking. C.J.’s mouth never left her breasts. He sucked and licked like a man starved. He acted like he’d never been that up close and personal with a woman’s breasts in his life and he seemed determined to make the most of the experience.
Mike’s mouth gentled on Ren’s. He kissed her with reverence and then stroked her cheek with his other hand, pushing aside a strand of her hair as he stared into her eyes. Then slowly, he pulled his hand away from her pussy and Ren sagged, still impaled on Cole’s cock.
“Hands behind your back,” Cole ordered.
Ren gave him her hands and he captured them at the small of her back, holding her captive as he bent her forward so he could finish. He slapped against her ass, hard, with the purpose of orgasm. His release gathered in his balls, put a stranglehold on his cock and raced up the head until it felt like he was going to explode.
And then he started spurting deep inside her ass. It vaguely occurred to him that he hadn’t used a condom this time. He couldn’t conjure any real regret. She belonged to him. She was his. His to use. Her body was his.
Mike slid a hand into her hair and supported her head as Cole bent her further forward as he rammed into her ass, shaking with the last of his release. Then finally he shuddered to a stop and remained locked inside her for a long moment.