Snapping the hook on her waistband, she unzipped in a flash. The linen fell in a heap. And there she stood in her plus-size body in her pale French froth and a matching white silk scrap over her newly waxed and trimmed pussy.
Her eyes met Giff’s. His turned to an inferno of sexy evil fires. “Did a Brazilian before you came?”
Her nipples grew diamond-hard at his question. “I left a landing strip.”
“Like I used to shave for you?”
“Do you still like them?” Or was I wrong to hope you’d want my pussy in your mouth? My clit under your tongue? Trembling, she yearned to run, but the appreciation she saw in Giff’s eyes rooted her to the floor.
“On you?” He grinned. “I need to see it. Inspect it.”
She bit the inside of her lower lip to keep from crying out for him to strip her.
“Take your thong off.”
With shaking hands, she rolled the tiny thing over her ample hips and stepped out of it.
Josh sucked in air. “Lovely. Your black hair makes a pretty arrow to your pussy.”
“The bustier,” Giff insisted with a snap of his fingers.
She undid the front clasps. At once, her girls sprang free.
And it was Giff’s turn to make an animal sound in the back of his throat.
Josh picked up her clothes and walked away with them into the darkness.
“Where is he going?” she asked, suddenly alarmed and insecure to be left alone with the man she had needed for most of her life.
“Just to hang up your things.” Giff came forward and pressed his warm hands to her throat. “I need to touch you. You are so lovely, baby. And it has been too damn long since I felt you against my skin. Can I? Touch you?”
Suddenly, he was asking? He had never been polite. Always dominant. She bit her quivering lower lip. “Please.”
He sent his fingers over her shoulders, down her upper arms and along the curve of her hips. “You didn’t go on some jackass diet like so many women.”
She shook her head, unable to breathe.
He covered the globes of her ass with his open palms and her eyes closed. Her head fell back. He spread tiny kisses along her throat. “You still have the most gorgeous ass. I want to bite it.”
“Do.”
“Spank it.”
“Oh.” Anticipating the sting and the pleasure of submitting to him, she snuggled closer to him. “I want you to bite me and lick me and whip me. Whatever you want.”
He brushed his hands up along her waist and down her belly. “You’re so taut, baby. No belly. Big and buxom. A beautiful broad. And damn fit.”
“Un-uh.” She rubbed her tits against his chest, the friction driving her appetite for him higher. “You taught me well.” Years ago after they had first fucked, he had insisted she do yoga and weights to build her shoulders and strengthen her back so that she could carry her breasts high and proud. She had never stopped, but built her agility and prowess with all kinds of physical fitness. Her strength would aid her here…if he decided to test her desire to remain his plaything.
“You were a good pupil.” He bent her backward over his arm and rubbed his nose between the valley of her breasts. “I love these, darlin’.”
Then she said what she never told other men who had less charm and took less care. “Show me.”
“My pleasure.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth and she writhed at the pressure of his rough tongue. “They are so huge. I want my cock here, fucking your beautiful girls.”
Cream slid down her thighs. Her cunt swelled with the urgent need to be filled by him. Her clit demanded her fingers. His tongue. His hands. All of him. “I want you there. Want you everywhere.”
He grabbed her jaw, zeroed in on her gaze. “Belonged to anyone else for more than a night?”
“Not for years.”
“Why not?”
Oh, God. To tell him the truth would be her downfall.
“Why not?”
“No one was ever as clever or kind.”
Chapter Four
“Just what we needed to hear.” Josh’s voice, muffled, harsher than before, filled the air.
A whip cracked. The air filled with the electricity of the leather.
Jo shook, head to toe, but Giff still held her. He sank one hand into her shoulder-length hair and dragged her head back so that he could lick at the skin of her cleavage. At once, the lights came up. He lifted his head and she could see all the desire she’d ever dreamed of in Giff’s sultry eyes.
“Mine,” Josh commanded as he yanked her from Giff’s embrace and set her body against his, her legs on either side of one of his. Her pussy, wet with want, slick against his thigh. He had donned a mask, only his hot icy blue eyes, nostrils and marvellous mouth bared by the black leather. His heavily muscled body bare to the waist, he bore the look of the highwayman Jo remembered from the many exciting times he had fucked her as her captor when she was a naïve but eager eighteen.
She rubbed her juicy labia against his bulging thigh, summoning the fun and games of their first matings. “Oh, sir, I beg you,” she cooed, “do not take me from my coach. I travel to my aunt’s house where I must become her servant.”
He sniffed. “And why should I spare you?”
She cast a forearm across her brow and let her body relax into his support. “Because, sir, I am young and innocent of men.”
“Then I say it is time you learnt your place.”
“And where is that, sir?”
He let her slide to the floor. “On your knees, my pretty.”
She assumed the position she knew Josh demanded. On her knees, her head to the floor, her hands palms up and her ass in the air, she heard him walk around her prone form. Her pussy was open to his view. Her dark hole too. Against her delicate rose, cool air wafted across her tissues and tormented her with need. In the stillness of the dungeon, Giff’s footsteps returned to them. Then she clamped shut her eyes in ecstasy as Josh trailed the leather of his whip down her sopping wanton slit.
“What do you make of this virgin, brother?” Josh played his part with distinction.
Jo heard the draught raised by Giff’s stride around her submissive body. “Wilful chit.”
“So true.”
“She needs discipline.”
Jo shivered.
Josh’s whip lashed out. But not on her pussy. Across her ass.
She gritted her teeth. She would not flinch. Would not. Years ago, they had begun to use the whip on her out of playfulness and when she had begged them to continue, all three had been astonished. And day after deliciously erotic day, she had become enthralled by the conjunction of pain and pleasure. All three had become addicted to the scene, the punishment, the decadent after-care and rewarding ménage sex.
“Tell me your name, girl,” Giff demanded, and she wondered if he too had changed into his old costume. If he had donned it for any other woman. If he had got any enjoyment from the look on their faces when they saw his fearsome mask with the devil’s horns, the studded straps across his furry chest, the leather pants that were really glorified chaps. His full buttocks in view. His cock, encased in a leather holster, which he loved to unbuckle the moment when fucking his sub was undeniably upon him.
“Your name!” he barked and snapped his own instrument. A flogger. This time gently—gently, thank God—against her tender pussy.
She could not stop herself from undulating. She hadn’t felt this ultimate surrender in years and whatever the sting, the pain, the power, she wanted more of it. “Mary, sir. Mary is my name.”
“Mary, Mary. Quite contrary,” Giff began. “How does your pussy feel?”
Her lips curved up at his interpretation of the old nursery rhyme. “I need your balls and cocks, my lords, all in my mouth.”
“But you are a virgin, girl. How can you want my cum?”
She wiggled her ass at him to invite him to give her more of her favourite punishment. “I’ve never had a man, my lords.”
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nbsp; The flogger trailed between her labia and she ground her teeth together. “If this is so, why does your cunt cream dribble down your thighs?”
“Because for many years when I wanted a strong man inside my pussy, I have played with my cunny, sirs.”
“With your fingers?” asked Josh.
“And licked them off, too, my lords,” she confessed, grinning that they all three recalled how this script went.
At the flick of the whip across the fullness of her ass cheeks, she fought back tears of joy. Ah, yes, they all remembered this so well. She waited for the next lash of Josh’s whip and the simultaneous dart of Giff’s flogger. Had they forgotten she needed more taming? Or…had they left her here? To wait for their return, their domination, her reprieve?
“Sirs?” she asked with meek appeal. “Will you not service me? Please?”
She heard not a sound.
And then she heard rustles and two snaps.
Dildos?
She sucked in air as someone’s lips met her asshole. And someone’s fingers invaded her cunt.
She mewled in gratitude for the attention. “Oh, yes. Please more.”
At once, she was lifted, one arm under her waist, raising her straight up and rolling her to her side as Josh unbuttoned his cock shield and showed her just what he had for her.
“Oh, my God,” she crooned in avid appreciation, licking her lips at the hope of sucking his long, hard rod with the angry red crown. “Can I have that? Lick it?”
“What’ll you do for it?” he asked her, so excited his lips quivered.
“Can I touch?” She shouldn’t even ask, but God, his dick was so stiff that she had to have him. Now. “What’ll I do? Anything, sweetie, anything.”
“Take all of me.”
She wiggled at the invitation. To hell with caressing his length. She had to taste him, drain him dry. She sank her lips over his silky shaft. With careful swipes she took him inside her, loving the feel of his smooth skin, the iron of his flesh. And at her back, hands spanning her cheeks, caressing and kneading the wealth of her flesh there, was Giff. And his giant cock whose girth she recalled so well pressed against the flower of her anus, dressed as it still was in his thick black leather holster.
“I want to milk you and swallow your seed,” she told Josh on a rush. “But give me leave on that kind of fucking, sir,” she said, turning slightly to let Giff know she addressed him. “I cannot take you there today. I haven’t practised. Haven’t used a plug.” Haven’t had a man there since you took me so long ago. “I beg you, don’t tear me. Let me practise.” She whimpered in appeal for the one thing she acknowledged she’d come for. Give me you. “Give me time.”
Giff circled her asshole with his fingers, dipping his thumb inside and setting her aflame. “You think you deserve to be fucked by us more than once?”
She choked back a giggle. You bet your ass, I do. “Oh, yes, sir. I am a good girl. The best to suck, fun to fuck.”
Josh gruffed in laughter while he directed his cock to coat her lips. “How do you know if you’ve never done it before this?”
“I watched my sister do the gardener. And the stable boy. Both at the same time!”
Josh shoved his length fully into her throat while her pussy flooded and pulsed so deeply she held back a cry. “Were they inspiration?”
With a pop, she let his penis go and licked her lower lip. “Oh, yes, sir. All of them. My sister, the gardener and the stable boy did it in so many positions. If you promise to fuck me in all the same ways, sir, I promise I will show you everything I learned.”
“Like what?”
“How to suck you as you eat me. How to finger your ass while I suck on your balls. How to—”
“Well then,” Giff growled as he slid three fat fingers in her pussy, “let’s get to it.”
She clutched him with her strong cunny muscles and hung on.
“Jesus.”
She grinned, so proud of herself.
“Have you practised this, girl?”
“Yes, gripping my own fingers in my cunt.”
“What else do you know?” Giff asked, tugging on her hair to urge her to answer.
“Watch me,” she whispered as she darted forward to capture Josh’s shaft a mere inch from her lips and dripping with his yummy pre-cum. She licked his seam, her gaze rising to his. The only sounds in the room were of her wet sucks of his marvellous rod. Taking him slowly at first, she picked up her rhythm until she darted over him with a steady pace. Moaning at how much he filled her, she decided to torment him with a rapid pace. He groaned and stiffened while she sucked him good and hard.
Josh cried out. “Enough!”
“Take me to bed,” she demanded, though she knew she shouldn’t. Not if she wanted their complete domination and her own submission. Still, the years when she’d done without their dominance had made her bold. “Please.”
“You’re off script,” Giff barked.
Josh was holding his cock, panting. “I need to finish this, bro.”
Jo heard how Josh allowed Giff the lead. Yet she saw how his slit dribbled the cum that she yearned to swallow. “I need to be fucked now.” Her voice was low and stark with want, playtime done for her. “By both of you.”
Hands were all over her as they helped her up. Quickly, the men divested themselves of all attire save their masks and led her towards the table.
“Lie down,” Josh told her.
Smiling, she arrayed herself over it and scooted down so that her pussy sat on the very edge, open and coated with want. Josh bent to lick her breasts. His fingers drifted down to her slit where he drove inside her and pumped.
She undulated in need, her eyes closing in ecstasy, but wondering where Giff might be.
“Fuck her,” he said at last, and this to his brother.
She should have known he would offer her to his younger brother first. He always did. As if he needed her primed. Her core swollen and pulsing. Her first orgasm spent so that he could take his damn time and make her squirm and cry and beg for it from him.
Josh cupped her head and took her mouth in a tender kiss. “You will finish sucking me later.”
“I will,” she promised. “Now come put your fucking cock inside my empty cunt.”
The crude invitation said so sweetly must have roused Giff, because he cursed a blue streak beneath his breath.
Serves you right for doing your usual delaying tactics. But then all thoughts of satisfaction swept away as Josh played with her frilly folds, his touch tender and coy. He surveyed her wet lips, stroking her nub and petting each petal, crooning to her of how wet and fragrant she was. “All this lovely flesh is ours.”
Then he speared her with his long, very satisfying rod. She arched up, bore down, wanting more and more of him. Christ, she had not had a man in so long that her vision dimmed, her body soared. Her mind blanked. He rocked inside her, fast and furious. He pinched her nipples until she cried out with completion. He soon followed her over the edge, pummelling her with his furious glide. Pulling out, he groaned.
But she was still pulsing. She yelled out to stop him from leaving. One second dashed by when she was empty and in the next, Giff climbed up over her. His heat engulfed her. She plucked at his arms, pulling him nearer, but he tormented her, straddling her hips. “God, how I need you.”
“Want this?” He ran his hand along his absurd length.
Her gaze swept down his torso to the cock that stood so high, so hard, she wondered anew if her meagre little cunt could take him all.
“Want you all over me, around me. Want to take you inside me and never let you go.”
He snorted. “Are you that good a lover?”
This was not in the script. And she grinned at him. “Fuck me and find out.”
He bared his teeth and inched closer to her, cupping her heavy breasts in his two hands and pushing them together. There, with her wealth in his grasp, he ran the flat of his tongue over one of her oh, so sensitive nipples then the
other. She bucked. He sat more firmly on her. He opened his mouth and licked her, every inch of her, above her breasts, the crease beneath and the valley. There he twisted his head and bit her aching nipples, once, twice, three times, and suckled her like he’d never let go. At once, he sat up, put his beautiful incomparable shaft between her breasts and ran it up the valley. Lifting her head, she could capture his helmet between her lips every time he came forward. Each time, he groaned. Each time, she sucked harder. And when he began to ram because he was about to come, she turned her head away.
He cursed.
Captured.
She grinned. Ached. Yearned. This was what she’d flown here for. “Do me right, sweetie.”
And he groaned, shaking his head, suddenly looking like he had no choice.
But he gave as good as he got, pushing her thighs wide and settling his face between them. With lusty licks and succulent sounds, he ate her like a starving man. Laving her lips and sucking her dry, he nipped her clit and growled at her when she whimpered. He plunged two fingers up inside her cunt and pumped her until she screamed.
“Yell now, baby,” he ground out as he reared back and rammed her with his magnificent cock. “Yell and tell me you need more.”
She grasped the sides of the table and hung on for dear life as his hips pummelled her and he stabbed her with his rod, grunting and groaning. She thrashed her head on the leather as he drove her up to a madwoman’s scream of delight. She throbbed around him, her whole body shaking with repletion.
He shouted out his release and abruptly left her. Striding away, he grumbled to Josh beneath his breath. Cruelly left alone in her afterglow, Jo fought back her feeling that he had deserted her. She froze when she felt his seed dribbling over her hot creamy folds and down her thighs. Had he not used a condom? She ran a hand through her hair, wondering why.
Josh bent over her, massaging her mound and nuzzling her breast. “Come shower.”
“And bed,” she insisted.
“Let me wash you first.”
“And you must fuck me.” Her hand drifted to his erect penis, still seeping cum and unfulfilled. “You’re so hard, sweetie. I need to satisfy you, too.”
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