by Tara Rose
Garrett kissed her, tangling his fingers in her hair and tugging just hard enough to send yet more thrills through her body. She moaned and clung to him, knowing she’d do anything these two asked of her tonight. Anything.
When Garrett released the kiss, he picked her up in his arms and carried her inside Carson’s house, then set her down in the back hallway. “Where to?” he asked Carson. “Upstairs?”
Carson shook his head, gazing at her with so much intensity and lust in his blue eyes, she was certain she’d melt, right there on the vinyl floor. “No. It’s time she saw my dungeon. Take her downstairs. I’ll be right down. Just need to grab a few things from my room, and her bodysuit. Which bag is it in? Never mind. I’ll find it. There’s a full bath down there if either of you need to use it.”
Garrett took Teresa’s hand and led her down the stairs, flipping on lights as he went. Had he been down here before? She didn’t ask. She could barely breathe let alone form questions right now. Every nerve ending was on fire, and she’d never been so excited in her life.
“Have you ever seen one? I mean a real dungeon, or a club?”
“No.”
“We won’t hurt you, and we won’t ask you to do anything you don’t want to do. You’ll have safewords, and everything will be explained or negotiated.”
“I understand,” she whispered.
Garrett smiled and pulled her close, and then she heard Carson’s footfalls on the stairs. He carried the same black bag she’d seen the other night. As soon as he reached the bottom, he pointed toward the door in front of them. “Once we enter the dungeon, you are to address each of us as “Sir,” and you are to kneel. You will not speak unless we ask you a question, or to clarify an instruction. Do you understand?”
She swallowed hard. Her pulse raced and she fought the urge to wipe her damp palms on her skirt. She was beyond excited now. This was what she’d waited for. This was what her sister and Alexa got to experience all the time, and Teresa wanted desperately to be part of it. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
Carson smiled, and she couldn’t help but do the same, hoping it was okay to do so. “You’ll have three safewords from now on. ‘Green’ means everything is okay, ‘yellow’ means something needs adjusted or you need water or a bathroom break, and ‘red’ stops the scene, no questions asked. Do you understand your safewords?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“It’s important that we know you will use them,” said Garrett. “We trust you not to let us push past your limits, just as you trust us not to violate them or ignore a safeword. Do you understand this?”
“Yes, Sir.”
The men glanced at each other. “I’m ready,” said Garrett.
“Let’s go.” Carson opened the door, motioning Teresa inside first. “Remember what we told you about crossing this threshold.” His voice was soft, but full of power and authority. Teresa dropped to her knees, glancing around.
The light was low and dark, but she made out bondage apparatus along the walls, chains hanging from the ceiling, and an entire wall full of toys and things she couldn’t even identify. It was far more overwhelming than pulling items out of Carson’s black bag had been, or of watching Garrett take a paddle and a bottle of lube out of his dresser drawer, but she kept breathing.
Fingers brushed her hair, and Carson’s voice came from behind her, soft and tender. “What color are you?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl. Stand up and take off your clothes. Slowly.” He caressed her neck, and Teresa moaned softly. “We want to enjoy it.”
She stood, and both men moved in front of her and removed their shoes and socks, but nothing else. She stepped out of her boots, pulled off her socks, and then pulled off her top. She slipped her skirt down and stepped out of it, and then she glanced around, not sure what to do with the clothes.
Garrett held out his hands. “Give them to me.”
She did, and then she removed her bra and panties. She’d been naked in front of them individually, of course, but not together, and that coupled with the atmosphere in this room made her feel more vulnerable. But it also made the occasion seem more solemn. There was something about this room that calmed her, and evoked images of surrender and submission, not fear or apprehension, as she’d always imagined Maddox’s club, or any club, would do. She’d been so wrong.
This was a place she wanted to be in, with both men, and where she knew she could give herself over to them, mind, body, and soul. They would protect her, cherish her, and love her. They would never hurt her. Never. She knew that as sure as she knew anything right now. She was theirs tonight, and for the rest of her life if that was what they wanted.
Chapter Eighteen
“Take off the jewelry, too,” said Garrett. “We don’t want to snag it with a flogger.”
“Yes, Sir.” She removed her jewelry and handed it to Garrett, then took the bodysuit that Carson held out. Once she put it on, both men circled her, just as Alexa had done earlier, and then they high-fived each other. Teresa bit back a laugh.
“It’s fucking perfect,” said Carson. “Good choice.” Carson caressed her nipple through the cutouts, watching her face. Teresa moaned softly, unable and unwilling to hide her arousal for them. Then he slipped his hand into the holes in both her crotch and ass, brushing his finger along her wet slit and ass crack. “You’re soaked already.”
“I can’t help it, Sir. You both do that to me.”
Both men chuckled, then Carson gave each ass cheek a soft smack. “I like it. I like it a lot.”
Garrett held out his hand. “So do I. Come with us.”
She took Garrett’s hand, and followed them to a leather X with attachments at each of the four points. It was warmer down here than she’d imagined it would be, and the soft lighting made the carpet and walls appear maroon. It was also the color of dried blood, but that didn’t freak her out. She was safe here, and the color made her think of how an unborn baby must feel inside its mother’s womb. Secure, cared for, and completely loved.
Carson held up the same blindfold he’d used on her Tuesday night. “Your call tonight. This is all new for you, so you might want to watch what we’re doing.”
“I would like to watch for a while, Sir. If that’s okay.” She wanted to look into their eyes.
He nodded then placed the blindfold on a small table next to the cross. “All right. We might use it later if we feel it will help you relax. Agreed?”
“Yes, Sir.”
They helped her back up against the cross, then he and Garrett placed soft leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and attached them to the cross. Her nipples felt alive, as though she’d wandered too close to high tension wires, and she loved the feel of the air swirling around them and her pussy. The bodysuit was soft and comfortable, which she hadn’t expected when she’d first looked at it in Tye Me Up.
Carson placed the bag he’d brought from upstairs on the table and took out the bottle of lube and a box of condoms. Teresa bit her lip, hardly able to contain her excitement. She let erotic images of fucking both men fill her head. Why not? Tonight was all for them. She wanted to experience everything these two had in mind for her.
Carson unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and pushed them up his forearms, and this time Teresa moaned. It was such a sexy sight to see just his forearms exposed like that. When Garrett did the same, she simply tried to keep breathing.
He and Carson walked over to the wall with all the toys and whispered, pointing toward various things, taking some off the hooks and then placing them back on again. They were going to torture her with anticipation, but she loved it.
Finally, they selected several floggers and what looked like a leather strap, then they took down a riding crop and a small paddle with holes in it. She realized she was facing forward, and a sliver of fear tried to push its way in. Did they intend to use those things on her breasts and pussy?
They placed the toys on the table next to the lube and condoms, and the
n they walked over to the wall again. Teresa blew out a puff of air that fluttered her bangs, and Carson turned around to glare at her, but his eyes were filled with humor. “Was that a safeword?”
“No, Sir.”
He chuckled and faced the wall again, where he and Garrett once more took things off the hooks, then placed them back on. When they finally returned to the cross, Garrett placed two items on the table while Carson picked up a long, dark purple flogger with thick falls. Teresa turned her focus back to what Garrett had put on the table. They looked like earrings but they had clips at the end. The other item was a large-headed vibrator with a cord that plugged in.
“Eyes on me,” said Carson.
Teresa snapped her gaze to his face.
“What color are you right now?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.” His face and voice were all Dom, just as they’d been Tuesday night. Even Garrett was no longer smiling, but Teresa loved it. This was what she’d been waiting for.
Carson picked up the blindfold. “I really think we need this. She’s thinking too much. I can see it.”
“I agree.” Garrett took it from Carson and placed it over her eyes, then tied it behind her head. Teresa let out the breath she’d been holding. “Better already. Don’t you feel it, too, Teresa?”
“Yes, Sir.” He was right. They both were. She was much more relaxed now and focused only on their scents and the soft sounds of their bare feet moving across the floor. The first sensation was more tender caresses on her nipples and pussy. She moaned, tossing her head slowly back and forth as her arousal built to crazy heights within seconds. When a flogger lightly struck her first across the nipples, and then on the pussy, she yelped, but it hadn’t really hurt. She’d only been surprised.
“It’s deerskin,” said Carson. “Much gentler than what I used on you the other night.” He struck her on both spots again. “But don’t worry. We’ll work up from here.” She shivered at the tone in his voice, both teasing and devious.
She heard the vibrator turn on, and then cried out as one of them passed it over her nipples, back and forth, several times. He moved it to her clit and rubbed it just long enough that she thought she was going to come, but then he took it away.
That was followed by what felt like the leather strap against her nipples and then her pussy, several times. That stung, but at the same time Teresa loved it. She trusted them, and she wanted this. What Carson had done to her Tuesday night had made her hungry for more. She understood that this was playing and not abuse. She didn’t want to analyze why it felt so good as opposed to being hurt in anger. She only wanted to experience it at their hands, and enjoy it.
Every happy thought she’d ever had coalesced until it felt as if her brain would implode with all the emotions coursing through it. They licked her nipples and pussy lips, and in between that she was struck with the toys, but they alternated them. Soon, she lost track of who was where, and what they were using. In between the increasing number and intensity of the smacks, they used the vibrator on both areas.
Teresa lost all sense of time and space. The guys kissed her neck and whispered in her ear how beautiful she was, and how proud of her they both were. She couldn’t keep up with what they were doing because they kept varying the pattern, which only added to her excitement and built her impending climax to insane proportions. Each time she thought they were going to let her come, they removed the vibrator and began the alternating kisses, caresses, and swats with the toys all over again.
Tears ran down her face under the blindfold, but not from pain. She was overcome with joy and love for these two. She’d never felt anything so exquisite in her life. Her nipples and pussy were sore by the time they finally stopped. They took off the blindfold, kissed her—tongue and all—taking turns, and then they uncuffed her and carried her over to a sofa. They each held her, caressing her hair and soaking wet back, whispering again how proud of her they were.
When she’d drunk two bottles of water and could focus again, she realized their hair was damp and a fine sheen of sweat dotted each man’s face and neck. They’d been working so hard, but their eyes were bright and alive, and she knew they hadn’t been lying about how much they’d enjoyed that.
“Sir, may I take a bathroom break, please?”
“Of course.” Carson stood, then made sure she was steady on her feet before pointing toward the door. “It’s in there. When you come back, we’ll introduce you to the spanking bench.”
It wasn’t over? Teresa smiled as she walked slowly to the bathroom. She’d been hoping it wasn’t, but how much more could they do and still stand? How strong were they?
When she emerged, she wondered if they’d want her to keep the bodysuit on. It clung to her skin as she pulled it up back up over her arms and shoulders. But apparently they didn’t mind that because Garrett crooked his finger at her, and then pointed toward a bench with leather pads and a bolster that she draped her lower abdomen across. The guys fitted pads underneath her face and arms, and then they asked her if she was comfortable.
“Yes, Sir. Very.”
“Good girl,” said Garrett, caressing her ass cheeks through the bodysuit. “This is sheer enough that I think you’ll still feel the swats just as if your ass was bare.” He slipped a finger into her pussy and Teresa cried out in pleasure. “And you’re still nice and wet. We’re so proud of you. You took a lot facing toward us. Now let’s see how you do on just your pretty ass.”
“What color are you?” asked Carson.
“Green, Sir.”
He, too, caressed her ass and then her pussy, reaching underneath to finger her clit as well. “And I know how ready you are to come. If you do during this, that’s all right.”
“Thank you, Sir.” It had never occurred to her that she might need to ask for permission to come. What else might they make her ask permission to do one day?
“We’re going to cuff you to the bench now, but we’ll leave the blindfold off this time. Nothing for you to see but the floor.”
Teresa bit her lip to keep from laughing at the humor in Carson’s voice as the cuffs were once again fitted around her ankles and wrists, and then snapped down against the bench. She was so excited she could hardly breathe. She waited, willing them to not hold back and smack her ass good. She was ready for this. She wanted it.
Chapter Nineteen
Teresa cried out and tried to move away as the paddle with the holes struck each cheek, alternating, five times in a row. She knew what it was because she still had definite memories of what that thing had felt like on her nipples and pussy just moments ago. This was the most pain either man had inflicted on her ass cheeks yet, but she was all right. She was more than all right. She loved it.
“What color are you?” Garrett’s voice barely broke through her fog of euphoria.
“Green, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Teresa moaned as they each began to tease her nipples and pussy from behind. A warm, wet finger slid into her asshole, and she groaned as she imagined them taking turns, fucking her in the ass and then in the pussy. Would they do that? She wanted that so badly.
When she didn’t think she could handle anymore, they stopped, almost as if they knew how close she’d been to coming, and then they began to flog her ass cheeks, alternating that with the leather strap. They flogger they used was thin and it stung like crazy. Her ass was on fire within minutes, and she floated away to the same place she’d been Monday night when she’d been paddled while draped over Garrett’s knee.
Time and space meant nothing. The cool leather underneath her face and arms was now warm and damp as sweat pooled on her skin once again. Her clit throbbed, and she suspected if she flexed her Kegel muscles she’d come. Her ass cheeks burned, but the stinging accompanied the most delicious sense of peace, coursing through her entire body like warm liquid.
Hands caressed her, but she barely felt them. She knew they’d changed from a thin flogger to one with th
icker falls, but she hardly processed it. She didn’t want to. She only wanted to stay in this place, with both men, for the rest of her life.
When they stopped, it took her a few seconds to realize they had. One of them was licking her ass crack and then her pussy from behind, while the other was licking her nipples. She moaned and glanced down to watch Carson enjoy her breasts. When he stood, he cupped her face and kissed her, shoving his tongue into her mouth.
She kissed him back, wishing she could touch him right now, but this was so damn sexy as well. She was completely at their mercy, and she loved it. She heard Garrett put on a condom, and then her asshole was filled with lube before he slipped two fingers in there.
“What color are you?” asked Carson, brushing a hand along her hair line.
“Green, Sir.”
“We’re so proud of you tonight.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She could barely speak. When Garrett removed his fingers and slid his cock into her ass, slowly and gently, he groaned softly the entire time. Carson stroked her hair and back as Garrett fucked her in the ass, and when he reached underneath her to caress her clit, she exploded in a blinding orgasm that left her shaky and unable to do more than moan.
Garrett pulled out, and she heard Carson move around to her back, put on a condom, and then he slipped his dick into her ass as well. Garrett moved to her side and stroked her back and sore ass cheeks as Carson fucked her, and then the men changed places again.
Her ass was sore inside and out, and she hated to safeword, but she’d had enough ass-fucking for now. She was about to call “red” when she heard them change their condoms. She wasn’t sure which man was now fucking her pussy, but he reached underneath to play with her nipples, and then pulled out.
“Damn bodysuit is in the way,” muttered Carson. “Teresa, we’re about to ruin this thing. We’ll buy you another one and then next time we’ll know not to leave it on you if we want to fuck you this way. The damn thing is soaked and it’s slipped all over the place.”
