Manipulated [The Masters Series 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  The windmill?

  Sara had watched for hours as Jason tried and tried to perfect the windmill with his whips, yet nothing he did could stop him from bursting the balloons he had set up as a decoy for a human body. She spent countless hours trying to help him, yet it was Gabriel who put a halt to the dangerous trick. Though she agreed with the club owner, she felt for Jason. However, what she wanted to know now was how Jason got Gabriel to allow such a dangerous trick.

  “Um, Masters…can I ask a question?” she asked.

  “No!” they both hollered at the same time, getting a chuckle out of some of the audience members. Before she could utter another retort, a metal O-ring gag was placed in her mouth. She hated it. Chip had used it once on her to teach her another lesson she apparently had forgotten about, but now she hated it even more, because she knew what it was really used for. One or both of them were going to fuck her mouth, and with her restrained, there was nothing she could do. Unless she used her safeword, and that was something she wasn’t ready to do.

  “Flex your fingers, pet. Let Jason know that you’re still green,” Chip ordered, and Sara complied immediately. Hearing Chip move away, she pondered her little devious scheme and was starting to think that just maybe she had overcompensated. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that both men loved her. However, that was not the reason for this moment. Nope, she wanted them both to claim her, and well, it looked as if she was about to get her wish, and a very public one at that. Sara thought it was funny at this moment in time her mother’s voice spoke loudly in her mind. “Oh what a tangled web you weave, my darling. Be careful it doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass.”

  A swish of air flew past her face.

  A loud crack emanated.

  A burn unlike anything she ever felt seared her bare ass.

  Oh. My. God!

  Gasping, she gulped for air as her hands tightened around the chins that held them secure. Jason gave her no warning. He started without telling her. He never did that. Her mind twisted in a vortex of swirling heat as it spread swiftly throughout her body.

  Chip used his fingers to relax her by softly rubbing her mound. He had her arch her back a little, so he could rub her pussy a little better by the time the next flick of the whip hit her ass. Chip was very good at massaging her. By the forth sting of the whip, he had managed to rub her without allowing her to orgasm. The need to orgasm and the heat spreading throughout her body was systematically driving her insane. However, the intense contentment of knowing they had both publicly claimed her gave her enough satisfaction, so she decided that she didn’t care so much about her impending orgasm. Chip knew how to touch her and he could do what he wanted no matter who saw as far as she was concerned!

  The cool air felt amazing over Sara’s sopping pussy and helped dry her thighs as she stood chained, standing on the stage. She knew that her legs were shiny, dripping wet with her juices, but she didn’t care. Her ass was in a state of numbness, as flick after flick of the whip attacked it. Her mind swirled in a heightened state of arousal, for how long she didn’t know. No matter how exhausted her body became, the flick of the whip seemed to awaken her senses. Hands touched the exposed part of her back between her shoulder blades, sending chills over her entire body. Her legs were spread as far as she could, tingled as a hand moved over her breasts as well as her pussy. By the time Jason had both whips moving in sync, her body was on fire.

  Then everything stopped.

  Gasping for air, she jumped when she heard Chip. “Allow me,” he soothed, rubbing her clit. Sara purred, and the feel of his lips on her neck added to the excitement and washed away her fear.

  “Do you want to come, pet?” Chip asked huskily in her ear as his hands rubbed her breasts roughly, pinching and pulling at her nipples.

  Nodding quickly, her body swiftly reached its pinnacle, and just as he started, it stopped. His hands released her, almost slightly pushing her away. Sara felt like crying. She could feel her pussy juices flowing down her legs as she yearned for his absent touch.

  A swish of air flew past her face.

  A loud crack emanated.

  The burn started again.

  With each successive stroke, the whips struck Sara’s ass with more force. She pulled at her bonds and tried to twist her body away from his wrath as the leather fingers left sharp, red lines across her pale bottom. She lost count after twenty, but by the time he was done her ass felt ablaze and swollen, and tears streamed from her covered eyes. Despite her incredible discomfort, Sara was still sopping wet between her legs.

  “Oh, pet, you’re soaking wet,” Chip said, placing his hand firmly on her exposed pussy. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you, love?

  Sara had no idea what to do or say. She was a bit excited but still quite afraid, not of Chip but of the unknown. His hand moved over her pussy, ass, and asshole, causing her to moan softly. Chip’s finger easily slipped inside her pussy as he fingered her to near orgasm.

  He removed his finger and soon she felt another set of cool leather straps gliding over her swollen lips and hard clit. She knew the feel of the cat-o’-nine tails as Jason swung the tails slowly back and forth over her ass so they bumped into her clit and pussy. As he had done before, each successive swing got harder and harder. Soon Sara was again screaming with each blow on her swollen pussy.

  Jason alternated back and forth between her ass and pussy, gradually beating each one until Sara finally came. All of her ached as she stood chained on the stage, panting hard. She didn’t even feel when Chip placed leather straps around her thighs and slowly lifted her legs from the stage floor.

  She was in the air, like a marionette, and her Masters were pulling the strings.

  They slowly twirled her body around so the audience got a good look at her ass and swollen, sopping wet pussy. When they were done showing her off, Chip moved behind her and easily slid his rock-hard shaft inside her aching pussy. Cupping her breast, he pinched her nipples hard as he leaned forward on her bright, sensitive, red ass and fucked her.

  “God, baby, you do have a tight cunt,” he said, ramming his large cock into her.

  Sara grunted.

  Sara orgasmed repeatedly as he thrusted his body hard into hers. She breathed a sigh of relief when Chip stopped pounding into her pussy, but soon felt the pressure of his cock against her asshole. His hips burned against her stinging flesh as Chip fucked her ass with the same intensity he had fucked her pussy. When Sara started grunting and moaning too loudly, Chip slapped her ass hard. He fucked her through two more orgasms before finally coming deep inside her ass.

  After a few moments, Chip’s cock slid from her ass, and she finally relaxed. She had done it. She had taken her punishment and survived.

  It was over.

  That was when the first slap of the cat-o’-nine tails filled the room. Jason whipped her ass and upper legs for another twenty minutes before finally stopping. Sara could feel her heartbeat reverberate off the chains holding her hostage.

  She sighed in relief when her thighs were released, then her wrist and finally the metal O-ring. As he had done when he tied her up, Chip took his time savoring his power over her. Even when she was unbound, Sara waited for his word so she could move.

  “You can remove the blindfold, pet,” he said as casually as he had before this started.

  “Thank you, Master,” Sara said, coughing a little, as she removed the blindfold and gasped, it wasn’t Jason who whipped her…it was Chip.

  Turning around quickly, she found Jason standing behind her, zipping up his leathers, smiling devilishly at her. “Did you honestly think I would be the one whipping you, when you belong to the real Master of Whips?”

  Silently shaking her head no, she bowed her head.

  Jason was right. She should have known he wouldn’t have touched her. He was softer, gentler than Chip. Jason was the kind one, the loving one, her best friend.

  Jason loved her. Looking over her shoulder, she said nothing as Chip wound
up his whips in silence. Yet he was too quiet. There was still something wrong. Something still felt off between them. When she started to take a step towards him, Jason grabbed her arm, and firmly said, “Kneel.”

  Dropping to the floor, she assumed her submissive pose. She said nothing when Chip turned to the audience, and said, “I am Chip Patterson, Master of Whips. My brother Jason Ramsey and I claim this woman as our submissive. She is ours to pleasure and to punish.”

  Sara said nothing as Jason place a thin black leather choker with a small O-ring around her neck. He attached a chain, and she was about to stand when Chip barked, “No, pet, you will crawl.”

  It was then that Sara knew her punishment was nowhere near over.

  By the time they made it up to Jason’s suite, Sara’s legs were killing her, and if she ever got off this leash, both of her Masters were in for a good tongue-lashing. It was one thing to punish her publicly, or in private, but enough was enough.

  The second the door swung shut to the suite, she stood and reached down to touch her tender bottom. Even her hand against it hurt.

  “What’s the matter, pet, is something wrong?” Chip chuckled, taking a seat in the living room.

  “My ass hurts!”

  Chip and Jason laughed.

  “It’s not funny, Chip, and you,” she said, pointing her finger at Jason, “I thought you cared about me. What was up with making me crawl through the club like some bitch on a leash?”

  “You’re ours to use, parade, and do anything with, my love. If you didn’t want us, all you had to do was use your safeword. You know that,” Jason replied calmly, taking a seat next to his brother.

  Sara couldn’t believe her eyes. They were united against her.

  Her best friend and the man she couldn’t live without.

  Nothing mattered, not her sore butt, or the fact that they claimed her without her permission. They were hers, just as she belonged to them. However, that didn’t mean she had to give them the satisfaction of knowing how happy she was about their new situation. Nope, she was just going to be the same ole Sara each of them knew. If they wanted to know how she really felt about them, they were going to have to earn it…in bed with a whip or two.

  “The both of you knew I wouldn’t say that damn word,” she replied haughtily.

  “Man, is she always this argumentative?” Jason asked his brother.

  “Oh yeah, she gets worse when she isn’t getting her way.” Chip grinned, ignoring her.

  “I guess Gabriel was right, then. We do have our hands full.”

  “You don’t even know the half of it. Come on, baby brother, let’s go have a beer and let me enlighten you,” Chip offered, getting to his feet.

  Sara never moved as the two loves of her life walked off into the kitchen talking, laughing and happy. Life with her Masters was going to be interesting to say the least, but if they got out of hand, she would set them straight, because a little manipulation never hurt anyone…well, except her backside, but she wasn’t complaining.

  THE END

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Rebecca Joyce is your typical housewife and mother. The daughter of a retired military service member, Rebecca tries to incorporate the sights, smells, and adventures of her travels, but mainly she writes of the buff, gorgeous men she drooled after in her teen years! There is just somethin’ about a man in uniform…WOW!

  Growing up in the military, Rebecca Joyce, along with her family, moved from state to state, enjoying the never-ending game of “where are we moving to next?”…which happened every two to three years! After high school, Rebecca met and married her own military service member and now devotes her time to her husband and children.

  Her “spawn,” as she lovingly calls them, demand and expect a lot of her attention. When she is not catering to the whims of her family, Rebecca spends her quiet time reading or writing.

  As an avid reader from an early age, Rebecca decided to try her hand at writing while her husband was away on a deployment to pass the time. Since then, she finds time in her hectic day to scribble her hopes, wishes, and dreams.

  Though her real life sometimes interferes with her imaginative life, Rebecca tries to balance each with wit, sarcasm, and humor…“Screwing up takes practice…I think I’m well rehearsed!”

  Rebecca Joyce currently lives in the United States with her husband of nineteen years and their three children.

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