by Madison Faye
“Oh!” she gasped at the immediate and intense stimulation. “Oh, God,” she whispered, arching.
Jaxson moved the vibrator and lapped at her with his tongue, then pushed it into her.
“Oh, please, yes!” she said, gripping the sheets. No one had ever gone down on her like this before.
More vibrator, then more tongue. It was delicious.
“Mmm. That’s what pussy should taste like. Sugar and spice,” he said in a husky voice.
She writhed and moaned. He seemed to have mastered the exact ratio of vibration and sucking because she came undone in record time.
He held the vibrator against her, spinning out the pleasure until she screamed.
He crawled up her body and sucked her nipples.
“Daddy’s turn,” he said, rubbing his cock against her creamy lips. It felt exquisite.
“Yes, please. I want you so much.”
“Mmmm,” he groaned as he pushed into her. “You’re so tight, princess. Am I gonna have to break you in like a little virgin?”
His big hands gripped her buttocks, and she gasped, enjoying the very rough grip and the ache in her ass. He thrust into her, stretching her.
She screamed.
“Spread your thighs and tip your pussy up. Mmm. That’s it. I’m going to fuck you deep.”
She felt his next thrusts all the way into her belly and backside.
“Oh, my God!”
He pounded into her, making her lose her breath and come again. She slapped the mattress with her palm and bit her lip. Excruciatingly intense.
Jaxson used her so forcefully it almost hurt. It also felt so good her entire womb contracted. It was like her body understood his, deep down, in an animal way. She was Beauty being fucked by the beast.
He lasted a really long time, much longer than any other guy ever had while inside her.
When he finally came, her lower lips were puffy and throbbing.
He collapsed on top of her, the heavy weight of his torso worsening her breathlessness in a wickedly lovely way.
“You are Thor,” she whispered. “Only a god could be that way.”
His laughter was a deep rumble. “Glad you had a good time.”
He rose and disappeared from the bed and then returned with a steel bulb with a decorative ruby-colored crystal heart on the end of the phalange.
“Open your mouth and suck on this sweet little plug.”
She shook her head.
He chuckled. “Oh, yes,” he said, rubbing the tip over her lips, teasing her. “I want this warm and wet from your mouth.”
“Right now?” she asked.
“Right now.”
She opened her mouth reluctantly and took it inside, closing her lips around it.
“Lick it with your tongue.”
Her cheeks flamed with humiliation, knowing she was preparing the plug for her own backside.
He watched her with pure dominant satisfaction. He was in control of what she did and was enjoying himself thoroughly.
A few minutes later, he removed the plug from her mouth and introduced it with steady, devastating pressure into her ass. The width of the neck stretched her sensitive ring and made her beg him to take it out.
“No. You’ll get used to being stretched there.” He stood and nodded at the drawer where she’d put her clothes. “Get dressed, Andie. We’re going out.”
“Out?” she gasped, still so aware of the bulb in her bottom. Surely he didn’t expect her to leave the house with it inside her.
“Yeah. Unless you’re ready for more than a plug in your ass.”
Her cheeks flamed and she shook her head. She knew she wasn’t ready to be roughly fucked where that plug was tormenting her. She rose from the bed and went to the dresser like a good little girl.
Chapter Five
Jax pulled the yellow ‘vette out of the storage garage. He glanced to the right at Andie whose cheeks were still flushed from the orgasm he’d given her, and from the medium-sized plug tucked in her tight little ass. He knew she was acutely aware of it by the way she shifted in her seat, placed her hand over her belly, and failed to look directly at him for long. That hint of embarrassment and discomfort fueled his lust again. Dominating a girl outside the bedroom or club wasn’t something he’d tried before but there was dark pleasure involved and he knew he’d do it again to her. And more.
He pulled into the parking lot of the Days Inn, and she looked around sharply.
“It’s all right. You’re going to stay in the car behind the tinted windows. He won’t know you’re here.”
“Jax, I’m not comfortable with this.”
He ran a hand over her hair and cupped the back of her neck. “The guy’s been terrorizing you. Dealing with terrorists is one of my specialties.” He pulled into a space and took the keys from the ignition. “You have your new cell. If I’m gone too long, you can call me with it. Or anyone you want, including the police.”
“I’m scared.”
“That’s why this guy has to be dealt with.”
“You won’t shoot him, will you? I’m afraid he’ll twist things around and get you in trouble.”
He kissed her. “I’ll be fine. I swear.”
He climbed out of the car and walked with purpose to the stairwell. He jogged up the stairs and found the door he was looking for. He removed his sunglasses and hung them from his shirt, then he rapped on the door.
The door opened and a middle-aged man with bags under his eyes big enough for spare change stood before him. The guy was beefy and wore a surly expression that the pictures hadn’t captured.
“Bill Barber?”
“Yeah, who are you?”
“A concerned citizen. Fuck off back to Missouri, Bill, and don’t bother Andrea Morten again.”
The guy’s watery brown eyes widened. “That little bitch. What exactly—?”
Jax’s fist slammed into the bastard’s gut, and Barber dropped to his knees and fell forward onto his hands. Jax bent down and spoke in a low voice just loud enough to be heard over the asshole’s gasping. “That’s me showing you how uninterested I am in what you have to say. Leave the state.”
Jax straightened, put his sunglasses back on, and walked away. Now they would see what Bill Barber was made of. Jax figured it was fifty-fifty odds. Some guys would limp back to their home turf where they felt safe. Others would have an ego that wouldn’t let them do the smart thing of backing down.
Jax got back in the car and fired it up. “How long was I gone?”
“Six minutes,” she said, clutching the phone on her lap.
He tapped his cheek. “Give me a kiss.”
She kissed his cheek, the spicy and sweet scent of her filling his lungs.
“Did it go okay?” she asked.
“Yes. Message delivered.”
“Do you think he’ll go away?”
“Absolutely.”
“He might have claimed he’d leave, but he might not.”
“He will. Immediately or later, he will.”
Her gaze slid to him, and something seemed to dawn in her eyes.
“Did you threaten him?”
“Are you worried about him?”
“No, I’m worried about what he’ll do.”
“We’ll have to see what we can do to get your mind on something else,” he said, shifting gears and opening the ‘vette up on the highway. He knew exactly the kind of distraction he wanted to use.
* * *
Andie entered Wes’s penthouse apartment and found it was just as much a stunner in terms of decor as Jaxson’s had been. Wes’s walls were eggplant and silver, and everything was luxe in a masculine way. There were large pieces of furniture and artwork formed from reclaimed metal and wood.
“I love your place,” she said.
“And you haven’t even been chained to the bed yet,” Wes said with a wicked smile.
She shifted nervously. “I would’ve thought you reserved bondage for the club.”
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nbsp; “Really?” Wes said, looking her over in a predatory fashion.
“Take your dress off. Show Wes what you’ve got inside you,” Jax said.
She flushed and took a small step back. “Maybe in a little while.” She was feeling unsure about her behavior with them the night before. Would that behavior lead to her being passed around for use by all the club dominants? The thought was both horrifying and thrilling. Horrifying, because she anticipated that if word got around she’d be labeled some filthy name. Thrilling because being handled by two men had been intense and amazing.
“Backtalk?” Wes murmured. “The cure for that is a leather paddle I keep in a drawer right over there.”
She glanced at the chunky console table standing against the far wall. “Please?” she asked, looking at Jaxson.
Jax held out a hand and she took it, letting him draw her up against him. “What’s going on?”
“I’m nervous about how fast things are moving. What will people think about me?”
“What people?” Jax asked.
She shrugged. “People from the club.”
“If they heard anything about it from you, they’d think you were an obedient little girl who didn’t stand a chance of resisting the pair of us.” He squeezed her rump, then gave it a little slap. “Now be a good girl, and do what you’re told.”
His voice wasn’t rough, but the command in it was undeniable. And of course her traitorous little body responded to that. With trembling fingers she raised the dress up and drew it over her head. She set it on the back of the couch, fidgeting in her burgundy lace bra and matching thong.
Wes slid a hand into her hair and used it to guide her into bending over the back of the couch. He moved the strip of fabric from her crease, which exposed the red crystal heart on the end of the plug.
“Pretty,” Wes said, tugging on the plug and moving it inside her.
She wiggled, reaching back to stop his hand. If he did that too much, she would get unbearably aroused.
He grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm against her low back. “Our little girl’s feisty today. Do you think you’re going to call the shots, little girl?”
“No,” she said, her belly clenching at the feel and threat of being controlled.
“Being spanked, plugged, and fucked settled her down earlier,” Jax said. “Seems like she needs more.”
“Sir,” she said, trying to rise. Firm pressure against her back caused her to fall back into position.
“Did you fuck her little tail?” Wes asked.
“No. Her ring needed a stretch first. Should be ready now,” Jax said casually.
She sucked in a startled breath. She’d thought anal sex would be days away. “I don’t know if—”
“Quiet,” Wes said. “Your daddies are talking.”
“Let’s see what she really feels,” Jax said, stepping up and pulling her panties to the side. A pair of fingers traced the seam of her pussy, encountering dripping moisture. She let out an embarrassed sob as they pushed into her. Her pussy spasmed, clenching her Nordic daddy’s fingers in a welcoming reaction.
“Mmm,” Daddy Thor said. “Yeah, ready to be played with. I want to take my time with her. And I want her stretched open when we take her. Helpless, like a good little girl who’s been bad.”
“Sounds about right,” Wes said, wicked satisfaction in his voice.
She didn’t know what they had in mind, but her mind raced even as her pussy opened like a flower in the noon sun. Who was she kidding? She wanted this desperately.
* * *
Jax leaned against a dresser, watching Wes get their gorgeous, flustered girl in position. They’d removed her bra and panties, and Wes had cuffed her wrists and secured them to rings above the headboard.
Wes ran a thumb over her left nipple and then squeezed her breast. “I love full natural tits. They feel so good. And in tight bondage they’re like ripe fruit ready to burst. Your daddies are going to enjoy your body to the fullest, little girl.”
Jax could see the pulse pounding in Andie’s neck and the way her limbs shook. She was turned on and nervous at the same time. It was the perfect combination of emotions to see play out in a girl.
Wes cupped her breast tighter. “I love big nips like these. Let’s get some clamps on them. How heavy a chain do you think she can take?”
“Lightest to start, and we’ll see,” he said, his eyes fixed on Andie, waiting for her to protest. She didn’t, which made him smile inwardly. She was so beautiful and so naturally submissive. No wonder her brutal ex had been obsessed with getting her back. Jax had never been inclined toward stalking. He’d never needed to be; girls came to him. But he could feel himself sinking deeper and deeper into his attraction to Andie.
Wes attached the small clamps to Andie’s nipples, and she immediately started to buck at the pain. Jax walked over and sat down next to her as Wes put straps around her thighs.
“Do those hurt, princess?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Please take them off!”
He unhooked one clamp and sucked the nipple into his mouth. He felt the change in her body immediately. She could stand more than a little pain if it were wrapped in pleasure. Jax switched to the other side. She groaned, music to his ears.
“Wait, what?” she gasped as Wes hooked the loops on the leather straps around her legs and hauled the chains to the wall rings. Her thighs were pulled up and apart, opening her pussy and spreading her ass cheeks to reveal her normally hidden holes.
“Mmm,” Wes said, looking down at the soft, puffy pink of their little girl’s pussy, open and ready for use.
Jax nodded and kissed her slack mouth. “Daddy’s dirty little princess needs another deep fucking,” he whispered. “Now that we’ve got those legs spread wide.”
Andie whimpered, clearly aroused but also humiliated.
“Mmm,” Wes said. “Don’t mind if I do.” He lowered himself onto the bed and fed his stiff cock into Andie, who arched at the penetration.
“That’s it,” Wes groaned. “How are you so tight, little girl?”
Jax sucked on her tits and rubbed her clit while Wes reached under and gripped her ass. He fucked her pussy like he was jackhammering into a concrete vault.
Jax covered Andie’s mouth to muffle her wails.
“Jesus,” Wes groaned. “So fucking good.” When he pulled out after coming, he leaned down and licked Andie’s pussy and then gave it an open-mouthed kiss.
Andie’s eyes were closed and she panted. She was fucking gorgeous, her amazing body raw with the need to be dominated and used.
When Wes sat on the bed next to her, Jax moved down. He withdrew the plug and drizzled more lube on her ring, making her buck.
“Such a juicy spankable ass,” he said, swatting each cheek. “And this cute little hole,” he said, teasing it with the plug. “Daddy needs to stuff it.”
She made a sound of protest. He ignored her, pulling her cheeks apart and drizzling more lube onto her.
“Warm and tight, but ready.”
* * *
Andie sucked in a shocked breath. Her nipples and her asshole both ached, but the daddies seemed nowhere near to being done with her. She arched, wishing she could rub her clit against the mattress as he swirled the lube around her ring with the tip of the warm plug.
The silky smooth plug’s broad width pushed into her. The breach nearly took her breath away, and she twisted her hips.
“Like that?”
“No,” she lied.
He lifted the plug, and her bottom chased it.
She lowered her hips as he smirked.
He teased her some more, making her belly clench in knots and her pussy ache.
“Please stop teasing me,” she begged, desperate to come.
Daddy Wes drew the tip of her breast into his mouth and suckled, making lewd noises. She writhed, more pleading spilling from her lips.
Daddy Thor removed the plug and replaced it with the crown of his cock.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered, the fullness making it hard to be still, but the stimulation making things more intense.
He pushed deeper into her. It was delicious and devastating to have to take his hard length balls-deep into her ass. He groaned and tossed his golden-haired head back.
“Mmm.”
Daddy Wes let go of her nipple and sat up. “Yes,” he said in a low triumphant voice, savoring her ring’s stretch around the thick cock. Wes put a pair of fingertips on her clit. “Fuck that pretty little hole, Jax.”
Daddy Thor started to use her ass roughly. She ached there and shouldn’t have wanted it, but she did. She arched and cried out.
“Love that, baby girl?” Daddy Wes said. “Good, because we’re gonna use you one after the other and two at a time.”
One orgasm crashed into the next until she was milking Thor’s cock like a woman possessed.
“Fuck,” Thor groaned. “Just like that.” He gripped her hips hard while he fucked her narrow little hole until it burned unbearably.
“Oh, God,” she screamed.
He came, filling her with hot seed.
Her whole body felt raw and sore and sated.
“Beautiful,” Wes whispered, giving her cheek a wet kiss.
Jax pulled out slowly and lowered himself to kiss her mouth.
* * *
Jax drew Andie against him, holding her tight and stroking her back. This next part was important. He had to keep her close, making sure her reeling mind got the reassurance it needed.
“I’ve got you. Daddy’s got you,” he whispered as she settled in his arms.
When Wes emerged from the master bathroom, he gave Jax a questioning look. Sometimes after an intense three-way, they both gave the girl aftercare. This time Jax wanted her to himself. He nodded toward the other room, and Wes slipped silently out of the bedroom.
It was almost an hour later when Jax wrapped her in a blanket and carried her out to the living room. He sat on the couch with her, still talking softly, all protective daddy now that they’d taken what they wanted sexually.
Wes, who was texting, got up and put a dish of food in the microwave. A couple of minutes later, he carried it over.
