Command, Possess and Claim: The Collection

by Opal Carew

  “Even if it’s Rafe?” She couldn’t stop the tremor in her voice at the images his words evoked.

  “Since my brother is in love with you, too, he is the best possible choice. There’s no one else I’d want to share you with.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  Dane cupped her breasts, then dragged his fingers over her hard, aching nipples. “Don’t say anything. Just do as I tell you.”

  At that, Dane ripped open the leather bra, the Velcro fastening at the front giving away with a loud, tearing sound. Storm’s eyes darkened as he stared at her naked breasts, the distended nipples peaking forward. Dane tore the bra straps free and then tossed it aside.

  Storm covered both her breasts and caressed them. Her insides fluttered with need.

  Dane tore away the leather panties, leaving her naked except for the harness.

  “Rafe, lick her pussy.”

  Storm dipped his head down and licked her nipple, then crouched in front of her. Her legs were held wide by the chains fastening her ankles and wrists to the pillars. His fingers trailed lightly down her stomach, then stopped just short of her clean-shaven folds. Then he leaned forward and she groaned as his tongue touched her slick flesh. He licked the length of her slit.

  “Not too much.” Dane’s hands covered her breasts and he squeezed lightly. “We don’t want her to come too soon.”

  Storm licked again and grinned. “I’m sure we can make her come again.”

  Dane laughed. “Of course, but let’s keep her motivated.”

  Dane unfastened the chains from her wrists, and Storm released her ankles.

  “Get Rafe and me a beer from the bar fridge,” Dane commanded.

  On shaky legs, she walked behind the bar and opened the small fridge, then pulled out two bottles of imported beer. She poured them into tall glasses while Storm sat on the couch and Dane settled in the chair facing him.

  She handed a glass to Dane, then to Storm. His heated gaze settled on her naked body again.

  “Jessica, kneel in front of Rafe.”

  At his command, she immediately knelt down.

  “Open his pants and pull out his cock, then stroke it.”

  She pulled down the zipper of his pants, feeling the swollen ridge beneath her fingertips, then unfastened the button. She slipped her hand inside and found his hard, hot flesh, then drew it out. The veins pulsed on his red, engorged shaft. She stroked her hand the length of him, loving the feel, like solid iron covered in silk.

  She continued stroking, longing to feel him in her mouth. His eyelids fell closed as he enjoyed her touch.

  “Now treat him to your luscious, talented mouth.”

  She leaned forward and touched her lips to the tip of him, then pressed her tongue to his hot flesh and swirled, tasting a salty drop of pre-cum. She pushed down further, his cockhead filling her mouth. She squeezed it as her hand continued to stroke his shaft.

  His fingers coiled in her hair as she took him deeper, then glided back.

  “Swallow his whole cock while you stroke his balls.”

  She relaxed her throat and slid as deep as she could, her hand sliding under his balls. She cradled them gently in her palm as she tried to take his cock deeper still.

  She glided back, then Storm guided her forward and back again. She followed the rhythm he established.

  “Baby, that feels so good,” he murmured.

  His cock throbbed in her mouth and she could feel his body tensing. She slipped off the end, still holding his cock in her hand.

  She turned her head to gaze at Dane. “May I make him come?”

  Dane nodded curtly.

  Then she turned back to see Storm frowning, but she took him in her mouth again and swallowed his cock whole. As she moved up and down, squeezing and sucking, his eyelids fell closed again and he moaned.

  She stroked his balls and he tensed, then he shot hot liquid into her mouth. Still she squeezed and sucked until he was drained completely. She drew back and licked her lips.

  He opened his arms to her. “Fuck, baby, come here.”

  Her glance darted to Dane and he nodded, then she surged into Storm’s arms. He held her tight, stroking her naked back.

  “Now come here, Jessica,” Dane commanded.

  Immediately, she drew away from Storm and stood up, then walked to Dane.

  “Suck my cock until its rock hard.”

  She knelt in front of him, conscious of Storm’s intense gaze watching her. She unfastened Dane’s pants and drew out his erection.

  “It’s already hard, sir.”

  He grasped her shoulders and dragged her across his lap. Her face rested against the couch cushion while her ass arched upward.

  “Don’t question my commands.”

  His hand landed on her bare ass with a loud smack, followed by stinging heat where his hand had landed. Then he smacked her again. Excitement careened through her.

  Her gaze shifted to Storm, who seemed to be restraining himself from coming to her aid.

  “My brother seems concerned. Tell us how much you like this.”

  “Yes, sir. I like this very much, sir. Please punish me again.”

  He smacked her again and she shifted on his lap, her slit slick with need.

  “Tell us how much this turns you on.”

  “Yes, Mr. Ranier. This makes me wet with need.”

  “And what would you like me to do now?”

  “I want you to drive your cock into me and make me come.”

  He swatted her ass again. “I thought you wanted me to punish you more.”

  “Yes, of course. Please smack my ass again.”

  He smacked her again and her heated cheeks burned with pleasure.

  Dane pulled her to a sitting position on his lap, facing away from him, his hard cock pressing against the length of her slick folds.

  “Do you really like this, Jess?” Storm asked with concern.

  Her cheeks heated a little at his question.

  “Yes,” she answered timidly.

  Dane whispered some instructions into her ear.

  She obeyed, cupping her breasts and, as she stroked them, said to Storm, “Why don’t you take off your clothes now?” Then in a throaty voice, “I want to see you naked.”

  Storm stood up and started peeling off his clothes. She watched in anticipation as he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his sculpted chest. Then he dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. The sight of his muscular, tattooed torso sent chills through her, and her insides clenched at the sight of his enormous cock, already swelling again to a full-sized erection.

  “Stand up and entertain Storm for a moment,” Dane said.

  She stood and walked toward Storm, then ran her hands over his chest. He enfolded her in an embrace, his lips finding hers. At the feel of her soft breasts crushed against his hard, naked chest, her knees went weak. He held her tighter as his tongue explored her mouth tenderly.

  “Jessica, turn around,” Dane instructed.

  She drew her mouth from Storm’s and his sky blue gaze seemed to challenge her to defy Dane’s command. But she pulled herself from his embrace and turned to face Dane. He now stood, his beautiful, sculpted body totally naked, his enormous, purple-headed cock jutting straight up.

  “Lean over the back of the chair.”

  She walked to the nearby armchair and leaned over, opening her legs in anticipation.

  She felt Dane step behind her, then his hard cockhead stroked her slick slit. She drew in a breath as his cock stilled against her, then he slowly pressed his tip inside her, stretching her. He drew out, then slipped inside, a little deeper. Then out again.

  This time, she felt the pressure of his hard flesh against her back opening. He eased forward and her narrow passage stretched for him, allowing his hard flesh to slide inside. Very slowly. She forced herself to relax while he pressed deeper. She pushed her muscles against him, allowing him easier entry
.

  His cockhead was now fully inside her and he pushed deeper still. Once he was all the way in, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight to him. He eased their bodies around and perched against a tall stool he must have brought in earlier from the kitchen. He lifted her legs until her knees rested on his thighs, her legs spread wide.

  The feel of his enormous cock inside her felt incredible. She gazed at Storm, who’d been watching them, his cock at full attention, and she longed to feel him inside her, too.

  “Now’s the time to fulfill her fantasy, Rafe.”

  The turbulent expression on Storm’s face seemed to conflict with the glint of lust in his eyes. He strode toward her, his hand wrapping around his cock, then he pressed it to her opening and thrust forward. She gasped at the feel of his huge erection driving into her.

  “Do you like that?” Storm demanded, almost savagely.

  The intense sensation of being sandwiched between their two hot, muscular bodies, and filled by their two huge cocks sent her senses reeling. It was strange and exciting and extremely wild.

  “Oh, yes, sir.”

  Storm’s eyes grew darker still and he cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue driving into her with power and authority. He released her mouth, his expression fierce, and he grasped her hips and thrust forward, driving Dane’s cock further into her, too.

  She cried out at the intense pleasure of both cocks filling her so deeply.

  Dane grabbed her hair and coiled it around his hand, pulling her head back against his shoulder. “Do you like both our cocks inside you?”

  “Oh, God, yes, Mr. Ranier.”

  “You heard her, brother. Now fuck her hard.”

  Storm thrust forward and she gasped. Wild sensations rippled along her nerve endings. The two men found a rhythm, Storm driving forward, Dane thrusting upward. Her arms wrapped around Storm and she clung to him as pleasure swept through her, higher and higher with each thrust of their bodies.

  “Oh, yes.” After uttering the tremulous words, she whimpered, her whole body trembling.

  Both cocks drove deep again and she cried out.

  “Please … Oh, God, I’m so close.”

  Pleasure spiraled and she felt faint yet enlivened. Surely she would soon implode.

  Storm’s fingers stroked her face and her eyelids popped open. His lips grazed her cheek.

  “Come for me, baby,” he murmured.

  His cock filled her, moving in rhythm with Dane’s and pleasure exploded through her. She wailed as her body burst into pure sensation, ecstasy vibrating through her entire being.

  “That’s right.” Storm’s fingers glided along her cheek as his cock drove in and out.

  Her wail intensified to a shriek of pure delight.

  Dane groaned and arched upward, his cock drilling deep before hot liquid filled her. Then Storm’s powerful body jerked forward and his cock pulsed inside her and then erupted. She squeezed him as his hot seed flooded her insides. His mouth captured hers as his body continued to shudder against her.

  Finally, Rafe drew back, his dark gaze locked on her face. “Was that worthy of your fantasy?”

  She smiled. “Totally blew it out of the water.”

  * * *

  Jessica awoke to darkness. She stroked her hand along the strong back she leaned against. Dane. After the incredible sexual adventure she’d shared with both Dane and Storm, the three of them had wound up on Dane’s bed and fallen asleep. She rolled onto her back and reached for Storm … but he wasn’t there.

  She lifted her head and glanced around. He wasn’t in the room. She slipped from the bed and walked to the dresser where Dane had piled their clothes. She found one of Dane’s shirts and pulled it on, then fastened several buttons, loving the feel of the fine silk against her body. She opened the bedroom door and walked down the hall.

  There were no lights on, but the moonlight silhouetted Storm sitting on the living room couch, nursing a drink. He wore his faded jeans, but no shirt. She turned on a table lamp and he glanced at her.

  “Hi,” she said softly.

  He just nodded. She sat down on the chair and leaned toward him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He shook his head and shrugged, then took another drink. She eased onto the couch beside him and took his hand.

  “Tell me,” she insisted softly.

  His blue gaze turned on her, and she could see the turmoil plaguing him.

  “Is that really what you like?” Rafe demanded. “Being ordered around?”

  She shrugged, trying to make light of it. “Yeah. It’s sexy to be dominated by a strong man. But it’s all just a role.”

  “Is it?” he demanded. He pushed himself to his feet, drink still in his hand, and paced. “And what about the punishment? That seemed real enough.” He stopped walking and tipped back his drink, then his gaze pierced her. “Do you like pain?”

  “No, it’s not that. When Dane smacks me, it’s not all that hard. It’s more stimulating than painful. My skin gets all tingly and sensitive. Then he strokes it and … I don’t know. It’s just exciting.”

  His eyes narrowed. “So you’d like it if I dominated you?”

  Her heartbeat fluttered and she nodded.

  He set his drink on the table and stepped toward her, then grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to her feet. His lips met hers in a hard, demanding kiss. His arm wrapped around her waist and he crushed her body to his as he assaulted her mouth with his tongue. She could taste Scotch. Her breathing became labored as excitement rushed through her.

  Then he released her.

  “Strip off your fucking clothes,” he demanded.

  She fumbled with the top button, but finally got it released, then gasped as Storm impatiently tore open the shirt. He pushed it from her shoulders and stared at her naked breasts. The nipples immediately peaked.

  “You are so fucking beautiful.” He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, then marched her around the couch. “And I want to fuck you so bad.”

  He pushed her forward to lean over the back of the couch and she grasped the upholstery to steady herself. She heard a zipper, then his jeans hit the floor with a thunk.

  “I’m going to fuck you now. How do I command that? Be fucked?”

  Clearly, he’d had a little too much to drink, but she could feel that his big cock was hard and ready to go as he pressed it between her thighs, and stroked her slick flesh.

  “You are fucking wet, so obviously this is turning you on.” He pressed his cockhead to her opening.

  She gasped as he drove in hard and deep.

  “Fuck, you okay?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she assured and squeezed him inside her. “I love the way you feel inside me.”

  “Yeah? Tell me more. Like when you’re being a slave.”

  He drew back and thrust again.

  “Yes, Mr. Ranier. Please fuck me hard.”

  He drew back and smacked her ass. “Don’t fucking call me Mr. Ranier.” He drove into her, then drew back and smacked again. “Understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He thrust and smacked, then again. His strikes were harder than Dane’s and her ass was burning with heat.

  He thrust faster and harder, and with every thrust, he smacked her ass, alternating sides. Her ass burned painfully, but her pleasure rose as his cock stroked her passage. She squeezed him and he groaned, then shuddered against her as his cock exploded inside her.

  His arm curled around her waist as he leaned against her back, holding her close to him. She could smell the Scotch on his breath as he pressed his face into her hair.

  Finally, he eased back, then stiffened.

  “Ah, fuck.” His fingertips stroked over her stinging ass. “I’m an asshole. Look what I’ve done.”

  She turned around and at the sight of his pained expression, she stroked his cheek. “No, sweetheart, it’s okay. I liked it.”

  “Your ass is dark red. Clearly, I hurt you,” he ins
isted.

  It had hurt a little more than she liked, but that didn’t matter. She’d still enjoyed it.

  “It’s all right.” She stroked his whisker-roughened cheek again and smiled. “It was really sexy.”

  He dragged her against him and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth gently this time. She responded with light sweeps of her tongue.

  “Oh, fuck, Jess. I never want to hurt you again.” In his eyes, she could see that he didn’t just mean the spanking.

  She stroked his tousled hair from his eyes. “I know, sweetheart.” She kissed his neck. “I know.”

  He kissed her again with passion. “I love you, Jess.”

  “Me, too.” She sighed and snuggled in his arms, sleep threatening to overcome her. She smiled and took his hand.

  “Come back to bed. Sleep with me.”

  He followed her to the bedroom and climbed in bed behind her, draping his arm around her waist. Thankfully, Dane was still asleep.

  * * *

  Dane lay quietly in the bed as Jessica led Rafe into the room, then climbed into bed behind him. He hoped she wouldn’t notice his rapid heartbeat.

  Dane had seen the whole thing in the living room. He’d heard Jessica leave the room and he’d glanced around to see that Rafe was gone, too. He’d silently followed her into the living room in time to see her coax Rafe to talk about what had happened between the three of them. Dane had stayed in the shadows, not wanting to disturb them. He should have come back to bed, but he’d needed to know what Rafe’s feelings were. How he had coped with the dominance. And especially the punishment.

  With Rafe’s history with Dad—with the beatings—Dane really didn’t know if it had been a good idea or not to punish Jessica in front of him. He’d hoped it would be, to help Rafe get past his own traumas.

  Seeing his brother on the couch, clearly a little drunk, his heart had sunk, believing he’d done him a disservice, but Jessica had masterfully handled the situation with her loving encouragement. When Rafe had actually punished Jessica with harsh blows to her ass, Dane had had to stop himself from coming to Jessica’s rescue. But he was sure that if she had told Rafe to stop, he would have. So Dane had just watched, letting the scene play out.

  He knew the blows must have hurt her, but she’d taken them stoically. Then Rafe had apologized, and they’d shared a tender moment. Dane’s heart ached at the memory. Rafe loved Jessica, that was so clear.