Night is Darkest

by Jayne Rylon

  Lacey moaned. Her hips rocked against the mattress in an attempt to generate even a hint of friction between her legs. Tyler spanked her. Hard. She yelped but the sharp burn dissolved into heat that only drove her arousal higher.

  “You’re only allowed to take what pleasure we give you, understand?” Mason’s hand fisted in her hair until she met his stare.

  “Yes, sir.” She concentrated on stilling the reflexive motion.

  “Very nice. Now, as I was saying… Tyler will clock you. For every second you withstand my tests, you’ll earn an equal reward. You decide when you’ve had enough but, remember, the longer you hold out, the bigger the prize. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

  “Yes, sir.” Holy hell, she would spontaneously combust if he didn’t quit yapping and start handling her soon. “Please, touch me.”

  “If you insist.” Mason snagged a stopwatch from the nightstand and tossed it to Tyler. “Start the clock.”

  The digital beep reached her ears a split second before Mason hopped onto the bed and straddled her torso, facing the foot of the bed. His shins rested on top of her arms, increasing her sense of immobility. She felt the displaced air whoosh across her right ass cheek just before his palm landed over the heated area Tyler had spanked.

  A medium stroke followed the light tap before the sting had morphed all the way to pleasure. Mason’s balls slid across her back with every movement. The sensual pain began to cross the line into discomfort but the reverent exchange between Ty and Mason kept her from calling uncle.

  “Shit, she’s amazing,” Ty whispered between the cracks of Mason’s palm on her ass.

  “Keep your hands off your cock. I didn’t tell you to play with that thing.” Mason cut her moan short with another slap, this one harder still.

  “Look at how rosy her skin gets.” Tyler groaned. “This really is torture, you know?”

  The next spank landed on a spot tender from the first blow. She cried out. “Time!”

  The double chirp of the stopwatch accompanied her surrender. “Twenty-seven seconds.”

  Pitiful! It had seemed like an eternity.

  “Rub out the sting, Ty.” Smooth hands soothed the burn with a tender massage.

  “Now.” Mason returned to the head of the bed, reclining against the sculpted headboard. “What would you like to request as a reward? You might want to consider for a moment. I’ll only allow you each treat once. If you can’t think of something to ask for, you’ll go without.”

  She wanted to feel Ty’s talented tongue on her clit but she could do better than twenty-seven seconds. Lacey opted for a simple pleasure. “I’d like a kiss, please.”

  “Tyler, give the lady what she desires. Make it good. I’ll be watching.” Mason took his cock in hand, making slow passes from root to tip. The single signal of the stopwatch commenced their make-out session. Then the molten green desire in Ty’s eyes consumed her field of vision when his mouth latched onto hers. They exchanged frantic licks, desperate nips and parries of their tongues. All too soon, Mason wrapped his fingers in Ty’s hair then forced them apart. She hadn’t even heard the second signal.

  “You devious bastard.” Tyler panted with the effort of tamping down his lust.

  “At your service.” Smug confidence rang in his tone. “But since you’ve done such a good job, I’ll let you pick the next torture. Go select something from the chest.”

  Through the fog of lust dulling her brainpower, Lacey realized he must have laid out his tools before coming to get them. No wonder he’d blindfolded her.

  She whimpered then attempted to pull her hands back before she remembered they were well and truly held.

  “You have nothing to fear, doll.” Mason petted her shoulders. “Remember, you can call time as soon as you like. All you forfeit is the reward.”

  His attention shifted from her face as the bed dipped beneath Ty’s weight. In her limited field of vision she focused on Mason’s cock. The way it thumped against his belly told her all she needed to know.

  “Mmm. Very nice choice.” Mason traced the seam of her swollen lips. She opened for him, sucked on his finger, as he said, “Go,” then started the timer again.

  Shock spurred her to scream when intense sensations radiated from her pussy. It took her several panicked moments to realize that what she felt wasn’t pain but cold.

  “Make sure you don’t keep the ice cube in any one place longer than a few seconds, Ty.” Mason directed the scene.

  Tyler drew freezing circles across her slit then pushed the wicked shard inside the opening of her pussy. She squeezed it out. He soothed her still stinging cheek, which bought her more time, then teased the crack of her ass. When he touched her clit she gasped. “Time.”

  Her body sagged with relief but not for long.

  “Tsk. Only fifteen seconds.” Mason shook his head in mock disapproval.

  “No way!” She objected in outrage.

  He flipped the gauge so she could read the damning truth for herself. “And I should punish you for doubting me. I don’t need to cheat when I make the rules, doll.”

  “Yes, sir. I’m sorry.”

  Tyler groaned behind her but Mason patted her head. “What would you like this time?”

  One of her favorite pictures from her collection popped into her mind but she ducked her head. Would it be too weird?

  “Five seconds to decide or you get nothing.” Mason began to count backward.

  Her frantic mind couldn’t think of another delight with her initial idea front and center, so she blurted it out. “I want someone to suck my toes.”

  “Very nice, doll. I love how unpredictable you are.”

  The mattress shook beneath her as Tyler adjusted his position. She delighted in the press of his body against her right side as he flipped around. His hands glided up her calf as he leaned over her.

  Beep.

  Warm suction separated her pinky from the next toe as Tyler made his way across the ultra-sensitive skin. His tongue ran over and between her toes while he sucked. The resulting wave of desire triggered the clenching of her pussy. Arousal squeezed from the depths trickled toward her clit. He worked his way toward her big toe, finally taking it alone between his pursed lips. She called his name while her head thrashed on the bed.

  Her bindings tugged at her captive limbs when she writhed with the intense pleasure.

  Beep. Beep.

  She didn’t think her panting accounted for all the heavy breathing she detected through the rush in her ears.

  “Next, Ty.”

  She saw Mason’s hands lift, could tell from his torso that he gestured to the other man, but couldn’t see what he indicated. A plastic-sounding package crackled then something like cardboard ripped. What the hell were they going to do to her now?

  The actions of Mason’s hands distracted her as he returned them to his crotch. This time, he concentrated on his balls, staying away from the steel-hard erection bobbing against his abdomen. The sight mesmerized her enough that she stayed relaxed when the stopwatch chimed once more.

  Then something cool ran down the valley of her ass. She would have jumped when Tyler nudged her puckered hole but the bonds jerked her to a stop. “Relax, doll. This will go easier if you do.”

  She concentrated on loosening the tension in her muscles but each time she made some progress, Ty’s finger hit new nerve endings. A moan escaped her chest when he breached the ring of muscle there. The jolt of pain would have had her shouting time but she forgot all about their game in the face of Ty’s handiwork. As he continued to stroke, boring deeper on each pass, the tinge of discomfort transformed into wonder.

  “That’s it, Lace. Take it for us.” Mason coached her through the moment.

  Just when she’d accepted his girth, the digit retracted and didn’t return. In its place, she felt something slick and hard press against the forbidden orifice. She braced herself for penetration but gritted her teeth and groaned when it began to vibrate while tucked at the entr
ance to her ass. Then, pressure built as Ty worked it into her unused passage. The device seemed to flare, spreading her wider with each fraction of an inch she accepted.

  The burn of pain outstripped the pleasure it generated until she gasped. “No more!”

  In an instant, the buzzing stopped. Her empty body cried out with simultaneous disappointment and relief.

  “Very good, doll. You did so well on this one, I’m going to make you a deal. You can accept it or not, it’s up to you.” She strained toward his comforting hand as he ran it through her hair, across her back. “Ty was very close to fitting that plug in your ass.”

  From the foot of the bed, Tyler groaned. “So close.”

  “After the widest part, you’d have been home free. If you take the whole thing, and keep it in, I’ll double your reward time.”

  The shock of pain had scared her but she also missed the fullness. She could handle a little more, couldn’t she?

  “How long?” Her scratchy voice rasped.

  “You went for seventy-three seconds. I’ll be generous and award you a full three minutes after the plug goes in. Do you want the deal?”

  “Yes!”

  Tyler smacked her ass hard.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “That’s better. I’ll give you a bonus minute for sucking my cock if you can keep your teeth off me while Ty works.”

  “Son of a bitch!” Tyler cursed under his breath. “You two are killing me.”

  “Please, let me taste you.”

  “Mmm. Yes, doll, I will. Now, can I guess what you’d like for your extended reward?”

  They’d destroyed her inhibitions. “I need him to eat my pussy. Please!”

  Mason reached behind him for a pillow. Ty raised her hips as much as the cuffs allowed then propped them in place with the cushion. Mason returned, his legs splayed wide on either side of her shoulders as he scooted close to her face. She didn’t hesitate for an instant. She opened her mouth and swallowed his cock in one long motion. He angled her head so she rested on his thigh while she suckled his throbbing hard-on. Lost in the taste of his passion, she whimpered when the plug touched her ass once more.

  “Take a deep breath then bear down as you release it. Remember, no teeth.” Mason trailed his fingertips over the side of her face then traced the line of her lips surrounding his cock. She followed his command without question.

  When she did, Tyler inserted the device with a steady motion then held it in place while she bucked. Son of a bitch, that hurt! Both men pet her wherever they could reach—shoulders, spine, ass, thighs. As the initial wave passed, Ty situated himself between her legs. She imagined him on his back below her elevated pelvis.

  Mason continued to murmur reassurance as he brought one fist into her field of vision. In it, he clasped a remote control. He pressed a button and the plug came alive. She sucked him harder as the vibrations chased away the lingering pain. Ty’s tongue danced over her clit as Mason dabbed a tear she hadn’t realized she shed from the corner of her eye.

  “Four minutes, starting now.” Mason’s cock throbbed against her tongue. “You have my permission to come if you can.”

  She moaned around his erection, making it jerk again. Tyler worked magic on her soaked pussy. His lips surrounded her clit, sucking with gentle pulls that coordinated with the rhythmic tensing of her anal and vaginal muscles. She wished one of their cocks filled the empty channel. As though he heard her mental plea, Tyler snuck a broad finger inside her.

  Her muscles clamped so tight around him, she felt his struggle to withdraw then tunnel inside once more. When he curled the digit and teased nerves she didn’t know she had, she almost violated the no-teeth rule. She devoured Mason’s cock as Tyler did the same for her. When her muscles contracted further, the novel sensation of the plug spreading her ass multiplied her ecstasy.

  “One minute warning.” Mason’s growl incited a frantic desperation. She ground her pussy against Tyler’s face. Her body absorbed the vibrations until she shook all over with need.

  “There you go. Come on Ty. Feed him your desire.”

  Her world exploded in a paroxysm of dazzling colors. Mason retreated from her mouth, leaving it free to shout out her pleasure. The prick of her nails scored her palms. Her toes curled as spasms ripped through her pussy and ass. Tyler continued to draw every last drop of ardor from her with sweeps of his tongue and finger.

  She went limp on the bed as she fought to catch her breath.

  “So beautiful,” Mason whispered as he pet her.

  Lacey spaced out for a minute, only rousing when they unhooked her from the clips. She didn’t have time to wonder about their actions because they flipped her over onto her back then reattached the D-rings before she had a chance. Lying face up now, she watched as Mason caught the back of Tyler’s neck then dragged the other man to him for a scorching kiss.

  When he parted their lips, he reached out his tongue to lap her glistening arousal from Ty’s chin. He pinched Ty’s tight nipple as he turned to her. “Our Ty’s done a good job of pleasing you, hasn’t he doll?”

  “God, yes.” Aftershocks still trembled through her.

  “Should we let him take your next reward?”

  “Please, let me give it to him.”

  Tyler moaned as Mason gave a magnanimous nod of approval.

  “I need to fuck her.” Ty’s jaw clenched as tight as his fists. A bead of ivory liquid dripped from his cock, leaving a string of moisture in its wake.

  “So, here’s what we’ll do.” Mason shot them an evil grin. “Since Ty gets your equal timed reward, there’s no reason you can’t go at the same time. Get that cock in her, Ty. All the way, but don’t move.”

  “Son of a bitch, you’re the king of sadists.”

  Mason slapped Ty’s ass as he made his way to the chest at the foot of the bed. “Untrue. If I were, I’d take away your reward for having such a disrespectful mouth. If your cock isn’t in that sopping pussy in the next ten seconds, you’re out of luck.”

  Ty looked contrite. “Yes, sir.”

  He covered Lacey in a heartbeat, his long hard-on sliding deep as he claimed her. She moaned when she realized the implement remained embedded in her ass.

  “Oh fuck, I can feel that plug against my cock.”

  Tyler dropped his forehead onto hers. His hands came up to twine with hers while he struggled to remain still. Though he stayed right where directed, Ty’s shaft jerked inside her, renewing her fading twitches of orgasm.

  “Hurry.”

  “Please, Mason.” They begged together.

  “Tyler, get on your haunches between her thighs. Don’t let your cock slip out.” Their torsos separated, leaving her breasts exposed. Mason stretched out on the bed beside them and dropped a large handful of black clothespins on her abdomen.

  “Oh, fuck.” Ty’s cock jumped again.

  “Since you’re both in such a rush, let’s just get started. I think you’ll figure out the rules soon enough. Begin fucking, Ty. Slow and deep. Don’t you dare shoot, yet.”

  Chapter Nineteen

  Tyler roared as he started to move. His hands clenched on her thighs.

  She didn’t have long to luxuriate in the strokes of his cock. Mason selected a clip, squeezing it open a few times to loosen the brand new spring. He took her breast in hand then pinched a section of the fleshy mound. He applied the clothespin. The gradual release of pressure allowed it to close lightly.

  The tolerable bite stoked the embers of her passion. Her gaze bounced between the bulge of pinched flesh and the longing on Tyler’s face. He moaned, his next stroke harder than the others. The motion jiggled her breasts and tugged at the trapped flesh. She thrust her hips up to meet his.

  “I see you like that, huh?” Mason teased her. “I’m going to go a lot faster now. Just remember how good Tyler ate that pussy. The moment you beg out, he’s done fucking. Be strong for him.”

  Mason switched to the other breast then applied three pins in a triangl
e around her nipple. They hurt more this time but the steady thrusts of Ty’s steel-hard cock distracted her from the pain. Mason added two more to the original breast, until it matched. She groaned when he flicked the end of one of the wooden devices, making it sway and tug.

  Her pussy shuddered along with the rest of her body. Tyler moaned.

  “Oh, yes, I should have mentioned… You can come again if you like. Just remember that Ty isn’t allowed and you’re going to add to his torture if he has to resist the lure of your pussy trying to wring him dry.”

  “Mason!” The tendons in Tyler’s neck bulged.

  Their lover only laughed while applying the next round of clothespins. This time there were five for each breast. All the while, Tyler maintained the controlled motion of his hips. She wondered what history lesson he conducted behind his clamped eyelids. Though Mason had not approved, she detected the tightening of Ty’s thighs and abdomen on hers.

  “Uh oh. Looks like Tyler might be getting himself in trouble, doll.” He clipped the tip of her right nipple.

  She wailed as the intensity multiplied tenfold. Ty’s eyes bulged when he opened them in response to her curse. He dropped his hands to her waist and fucked her deep. “Please, Lacey. You can do this. Please, just a little longer. Concentrate on me, not the pain.”

  How could she deny him?

  “Touching.” Mason grinned between them then applied the last pin to her left nipple.

  She cursed and shook, which only served to jiggle the instruments transforming her into a human pincushion.

  “Oh fuck, yes. Hang on, little one. Please, don’t quit.” Tyler’s penetrations came faster now despite his instructions to stay slow and deep.

  His demonstration of desire fueled her own reaction. The walls of her pussy hugged him closer.

  Mason whispered in her ear as he stroked errant locks from her forehead. “Here’s a secret about clothespins. They hurt worse when you take them off.”

  As his intent penetrated the sensual fog that had settled through her mind, he unclipped several of the wooden clamps and tossed them onto the floor. At first, the grind of Ty’s abdomen over her clit disguised the delayed sensation but the rise of the steady burn eclipsed her pleasure.