by Robin Gideon
She looked first into Marcus’s eyes then into William’s. Slowly, precisely, she said, “You two are like a dangerous drug. I should avoid you altogether.”
William shook his head. “You’re wrong, my darling. My brother and I are the medicine you need to make you well. We’re your cure.” He smiled. “In time, you’ll understand that.”
Diana flinched. Of all the words that she’d expected him to say, those were not even considered a possibility.
She wasn’t by any measure a promiscuous woman, and the two men she was kneeling before were most definitely promiscuous. Yet they were the ones speaking, in coded and couched language, that they intended to have a permanent relationship with Diana. They were the ones talking about a future with her, not the other way around.
I feel like I’ve been tapping into Papa’s ouzo bottle. I’m as stone-cold sober as a woman can get, but I feel like I’ve been partying like a sorority girl. And acting like one.
She leaned forward and pushed her lips slowly and sensually over the conical head of William’s cock. His moan, low and throaty, told her he liked what she was doing to him. The fact that he was hard as stone, despite the fact that she had recently satisfied him, was, in a curious way, not a surprise to her. The deVilles were different from other men. They were more than other men.
She could taste herself on him, and for the first time in her life, the flavor pleased her. It seemed to her that this was a man who required multiple orgasms before he considered a sexual encounter concluded.
What kind of man can get so hard so quickly after coming? A moment later she answered her own question. This kind of man. A deVille. They’re not lightning bugs. They’re lighting. And how many times will I come before the two of them have decided they’ve had enough of me?
She felt him stroke the back of her head, smoothing her hair over her shoulders.
He wants to watch me. She tightened her lips around the shaft of his cock and took him deeper, not stopping until she was on the verge of choking, the crown of his arousal pressing tightly against the opening of his throat. Take more. Deep throat him.
But she couldn’t. It wasn’t so much that he was too long. It was that he was far too thick, his girth too great, for her throat to accommodate his dimensions.
She was at the brink of choking before she pulled her head up—quickly. Her eyes were watering. She had pushed herself too hard in some silly, vain attempt to please William.
These men make me want to do things I can’t.
She also suspected she wasn’t the first woman to try to do things she couldn’t just because she wanted to please them.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” William said, his voice soft, his tone understanding. “Your lips feel divine.”
Diana filled her mouth once again with everything that William had to give her, though she could encompass less than a third of his bounty. But this time she didn’t try to take more than she could accept. William had made it clear that she had nothing to prove and that he wanted her to experience nothing but pleasure.
She lifted her head and shoulders slowly, her tongue swirling along the underside of William’s shaft and then against the very tip of his crown. She heard him groan and felt the muscles in his thighs tighten. It was almost as though he was anticipating pain, though she knew it was quite the opposite.
With an exaggerated slurping sound, she released him from her mouth then looked up. She saw the sexual tension in his eyes, and it was everything and more than she had hoped for.
“Be patient,” she whispered, her lips nuzzling the head of his cock as she spoke. “I’ll be back.”
She turned her attention to Marcus. His cock in her hand might just as well have been a phallic-shaped piece of casehardened steel as human flesh if one regarded its solidity.
“Have I been ignoring y’all too long?” she asked, momentarily adopting the Cajun/Southern Belle accent and inflection she didn’t necessarily like but knew that some men found flirtatious.
She watched as Marcus’s Adam’s apple bobbed for a moment. He seemed to try to speak, but finally, all he could manage was to shake his head then nod. This was a man who was having trouble thinking clearly, and Diana enjoyed the hell out of his confusion. She was, after all, the source of his fuzzy thinking.
“Then you’d like me to suck your cock now?” Her voice was the very essence of innocence. Her tone was identical to the one she would have used if she’d asked him if he’d like another mint julep.
Marcus nodded in the affirmative.
Diana had never felt more confident in her sexuality in her life. She was looking directly into Marcus’s eyes when she pushed her lips over the head of his cock. She watched him clench his teeth, almost as though he was in pain.
She raised her head, allowing her lips to slide over and then off his arousal.
“I haven’t done anything wrong, have I?” she asked with all the feigned innocence of a skilled courtesan. She caught her lower lip between her teeth.
“No,” Marcus said. He cleared his throat, clearly fighting to resume his role as an alpha male but having trouble doing so. “Keep sucking…or I’ll give your ass the spanking that it deserves.”
The thought of being over his lap and getting her ass spanked until it was bright pink caused a fresh burst of nectar to moisten the lips of Diana’s cunt. She filled her mouth with his lustiness.
“I might even spank that pussy of yours,” Marcus said, his words shocking Diana. “And give those beautiful tits of yours a damned good working over. Have you even had had your nipples spanked? Spanked and pinched and pulled until they were on fire?”
Diana sucked even harder on Marcus’s cock because of the comment and reached between her legs to touch her pussy. The lips of her sex were wet with passion.
Damn, I’m a submissive…and these men are Dominants if ever there was one!
“I think…” Marcus said quietly as Diana rotated her face around his erection. The head of his cock was wedged firmly against the back of her mouth. “I think that you need to be punished.”
Diana’s heart nearly stopped. She hadn’t expected Marcus to be the ultimate alpha, but at least for the moment, he clearly was.
Chapter 9
Diana tilted her head back on her shoulders so that she could look up into Marcus’s eyes. With a smacking sound, she released the crown of his cock from her oral embrace.
“You wouldn’t really punish me,” Diana said, the challenge in her voice intentional, even though she knew she’d pay a price for it. “You say that you’d spank me, but you really wouldn’t dare.”
She knew she was defying a man who wouldn’t allow such a thing. Men like the deVilles didn’t make threats they weren’t inclined or capable of inflicting. A fissure of emotion went through Diana. She was a grown woman, after all, and she damned sure wasn’t someone who would get “punished” by any man.
But the thought of getting spanked by the deVilles caused her pussy to clench and made the rich, slick honey ooze to her pussy. Taboo pleasures, never before experienced, were just around the corner. She could almost taste them. And the anticipation tasted delicious on her tongue, even if she would never admit it to anyone. But in the depths of her soul, she knew it was true.
She turned her attention to William, leaning toward him and taking his cock between her lips. For a moment, she swirled her tongue against the crest of his cock, and then she took him in deeply, not stopping until he was pressed against the opening of her throat.
“Up,” Marcus said, his tone sharp, dictatorial. “Over my lap.”
Diana closed her eyes and began to bob slowly over William’s cock.
Ignoring Marcus is only going to make him angrier. She knew that defiance was going to get a strong response from the deVilles.
She felt strong fingers slide into her hair, and she knew what was going to happen next. When Marcus closed his hand into a fist then tugged her head up high enough so that she no longer had his brother’s coc
k in her mouth, she felt a short, sharp jolt of pain and pleasure against her scalp. No man before had ever treated her so forcefully, dominated her so completely.
“Over my lap,” Marcus said as he began pulling Diana by her hair to position her as he wanted. “But first, that dress has got to go. I want you naked…now!”
Diana had never been spoken to like that. No man had ever treated her like a submissive, and she’d never dreamed that any man would, or that if it should happen, that she’d respond with anything other than fury.
“But—” she said then stopped herself, her heart hammering against her ribs. “But someone might see.”
“I want you naked. Now.”
Diana could hardly believe her own actions as she pulled her dress over her head. An instant later she removed her bra. Her breathing was rapid but erratic as she stood naked in front of the deVille brothers. After a moment, she put her hands in front of her pussy in a weak attempt at modesty. She’d never before been with Dominants, and the awareness of it now—looking at the two men who were Master Dominants—made her tremble with desire.
“Over my lap,” Marcus said, leaning back slightly on the bench, his cock angling sharply upward, solid and pulsing with lust. “If you hesitate, it’ll only make your punishment worse.”
Diana moved and stretched over Marcus’s lap. She felt the heat of his cock against her ribs and the warmth of the sun against her bare skin. She’d never been over a man’s lap before, and the reality of it now made her tremble with desire. When Marcus placed his hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her upper body down farther, a small sob escaped her throat.
“William,” Marcus said, his tone almost conversational despite Diana being naked and stretched over his thighs, “if she starts making any noise, please shut her up. I’m sure you can think of something that’ll silence her.”
“Count on it,” William replied, his tone low, authoritative, and distinctly intimidating.
“I’m sorry,” Diana said, speaking a lie and now very consciously playing a game. “I made a mistake, okay? I was having a little fun, and I said what I shouldn’t.”
Marcus’s palm came down on the naked cheek of her ass with a resounding smack! Diana let out a squeal of pain, her back arching even though she was stretched out over Marcus’s thighs. She reached behind herself to cover her exposed bottom, but Marcus immediately caught her by the wrists then held them together at the small of her back in one of his hands.
“Do not fight against the punishment you deserve,” Marcus said quietly, as a private school principal might to a student about to experience corporal punishment for the first time. “Any resistance will only increase the debt you must pay. It’s your own behavior that’s brought you this punishment. Do you understand that, Diana?”
She did, but she refused to answer.
Marcus’s hand came down once again, this time with even greater force, on her other cheek. She wondered whether the smack! could be heard on shore more than a hundred yards away.
She flinched and arched once again but said nothing.
An instant later she got another spank. It was more punishing than either of the previous two.
“Yes,” she said, almost sobbing. “I understand.”
The spanking continued but with significantly less pain and significantly more pleasure. The contact of Marcus’s palm to the cheeks of her ass was a stinging sensation now, rather different from the full-on spank that had caused her to arch her spine and grit her teeth.
The fact that Marcus was holding her wrists together as though he’d put her in handcuffs added to her erotic satisfaction, though like so many things that the deVille twins did to her, she could never openly admit to what gave her such ecstasy.
“Stop,” Diana heard herself say. “You’re going too far.”
There wasn’t an ounce of honesty in her tone. She knew it. And she could tell the deVilles did, too.
“She’s talking nonsense,” Marcus said to his brother. “She has a talented mouth, but it’s talking when it should be otherwise occupied.”
Diana watched as William moved so that he was sitting beside her, his cock long and hard and still glistening in the sunlight with her saliva.
When he slide his fingers into her hair and tightened his hand into a fist, she nearly came. When he pulled her head up sharply and she felt the tug of the strands against her scalp, she inched nearer to another climax.
“Suck,” William said.
She opened her mouth wide without hesitation and let William force her down over his engorged cock, letting him fill her mouth completely. He thrust a little too deeply for comfort, and she nearly choked. But he held her tightly, making her squirm on Marcus’s lap, and Diana knew that this was a form of domination. The awareness of it made fresh honey ooze to her pussy. When Marcus spanked her ass yet again, though not quite as hard as previously, more nectar moistened her slit.
They know exactly how far to go, how far to push it. They’re geniuses at this.
She felt the orgasmic tightening start within her far more quickly than she had anticipated. Laid out over Marcus’s thighs as he spanked the naked cheeks of her ass, she felt the erotic tug against her scalp as William held her by the hair while he fucked her mouth with slow, steady, deep strokes. He always thrust inward and then hesitated, the head of his cock wedged snuggly, threateningly, at the opening of her throat. He waited until she began to squirm in discomfort before he retreated slowly until only the tip of the crown was still between her lips.
Diana was licking the slit at the tip of William’s cock when she felt Marcus’s fingers slide between the lips of her pussy. First there was just one finger, and then there were two, heightening the sense of friction, of being impaled in the most sensual way by a man’s hand. Then there were three fingers, and Diana knew then that she was going to come because of these men and what they were doing to her. The only question was when. And how hard that climax would be.
She tried, briefly, to free her wrists from Marcus’s grasp. When he tightened his hand around her wrists, squeezing so tightly the circulation was cut off from her hands, she knew that she was his prisoner until he decided otherwise. His strength was such that she couldn’t possibly free herself without his approval.
I’m a captive. The awareness made her pussy tightened around the three fingers that plunged slowly but deeply into her.
The head of William’s cock was sliding over her tongue, pressing it to the bottom of her mouth before the crown wedged against the opening of her throat, when Diana’s next climax gripped her, pulsing through her body in waves of ecstasy. The contractions were violent, pulsing through her, causing her to shiver and shake on Marcus’s lap.
Marcus never stopped fingering her, nor did William stop fucking her mouth. They never slowed or stopped what they were doing as she shuddered through an orgasm that was strong enough to make her think that the top of her head was going to come right off.
When the last of six powerful contractions came to a conclusion, and her climax had finally come to an end, she twisted her face sharply to the left to dislodge the thick, hard cock from her mouth.
“Stop,” she gasped. To her intense gratitude, they did. “I’ll…” She paused, not sure what words were appropriate. “I’ll satisfy you…but I need time.” She closed her eyes. “No…no man’s ever spanked me before, and though I’ve given head, no man has ever fucked my mouth.”
“What more proof do you need,” William said, “to know that you’re meant to be with us?”
* * * *
Diana almost never drank while on the boat. Drinking was for customers, and since she was the pilot, she always stayed as sober as a judge.
But Dad and I have had some congressmen on this boat that got lit up pretty good. If a congressman in the bayou can get a little tipsy, or even completely shit-faced, then so can I.
She took the can of Miller High Life from Marcus and drank a third of it in several unladylike swallows.
It wasn’t something she usually did. Actually, it wasn’t something she ever did. The deVilles were men who inspired intemperate behavior.
“I must have lost my mind,” she said quietly then tilted her head back and finished another third of the can’s delicious contents. “It’s the middle of the afternoon, and I’m naked with two men drifting down the Eau Clair River and…”
“And…?” William asked, prompting an answer that Diana wasn’t inclined to give.
Standing, she turned her head and looked down at him where he sat on the pontoon’s padded bench seat. For several seconds she looked him directly in the eyes. Then, quietly and slowly, she said, “And I’ve never felt more alive in my life.” In a theatrical gesture, she drained the last of her can of beer then tossed it to the deck and put her hands on her hips. “So what happens now?” she asked saucily. “Are you going to fuck me, or are we just going to talk?”
She had known from the very beginning that her bold challenge would have consequences, but she hadn’t quite thought the alpha males she was on the pontoon boat with would be quite so…alpha.
In seconds—literally just seconds—she was on her hands and knees on the portside bench. Marcus in front of her, fucking her mouth with such an intensity and depth that Diana had cause for concern. William was on his knees behind her, rubbing the crown of his erection against the lips of her pussy before easing the rigid masculinity into Diana.
Two cocks in me. Two cocks at the same time.
She closed her eyes and tried to not think too much about what she was doing. She tried, but it didn’t work. She couldn’t shut her mind off.
Two cocks…and they’re both deVilles!
For a moment she tried to feel some sense of guilt or sorrow for her behavior, but the thought simply didn’t last long, and it certainly never picked up any traction. Of all the emotions going through her, guilt simply wasn’t one of them.
She heard William say, “Tight. Fucking tight.”
