Breaking Free

by Karen Erickson

"I wish I could touch you," Mallory murmured against his mouth, her tongue darting out to lick at the corner. "These cuffs are making me crazy."

  "I like having you as my captive," he said with a smile, kissing her. He thrust against her, his cock brushing against her hot wet center. "If you don't like it, I can take the cuffs off."

  "Oh, I like it. But I want my chance to touch you, too."

  Her words made his heart swell and he kissed her again, not wanting to hear anything else she had to say. Yet. It made him uneasy, a little uncomfortable.

  Not so much her words, but his reaction to them.

  Blake slid down, his hands cupping her breasts. They fit his palms perfectly, her nipples hard, rosy beckoning points. He licked first one, then the other with a slow swipe of his tongue.

  "Perfect," he whispered against her soft, fragrant flesh, raining kisses over each globe.

  "They're not very big," she protested weakly.

  He shook his head. "I can't believe you even said that. They're gorgeous, trust me."

  Her upper body lifted in invitation and he took it, paying careful attention to each breast. He kissed them, kneaded them with his hands, sucked and tongued her nipples until she cried out his name. He wanted her primed, ready to take all of him, because he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

  "I want you inside me, Blake. Please." Her plea was a thready little whisper, the sound of it making his stomach turn somersaults. The sound of almost pure desperation in her voice aroused him beyond reason. He wanted to be inside her, too.

  "Are you ready?" He moved up so he hovered above her, staring down at her flushed face. He had to see her, wanted to see the look in her eyes when he entered her. He pushed the silk scarf above her head and into her hair. Her eyes opened and she smiled at him, her expression dreamy.

  "Yes, please don't wait any longer."

  With one sure move he pushed inside of her, her vaginal walls immediately clenching around his throbbing cock. He lay still, inched himself further and further until he was seated fully inside her, his balls brushing against her swollen pussy lips.

  Shit, if he wasn't careful he could come right now. And he hadn't even really moved inside her yet.

  "You're huge," she whispered, squirming beneath him to adjust herself.

  "And you're tight. And wet." He shifted, reared back a bare inch and then moved inside her again.

  "Hmmm, more Blake. Faster."

  Sweat broke out on his brow as he tried to control himself. He'd love to go faster, but knew it would be over before it even began. Her eyes closed and she moved against him with a subtle lifting of her hips, allowing him to sink even deeper, which he didn't think was possible.

  Fuck, how much more of this could he stand?

  He withdrew from her body almost all the way and thrust inside of her continually, again and again. The sound of damp skin slapping against skin sounded throughout the room, accompanied by soft little moans coming from Mallory with his every thrust. He increased the tempo, sweat dripping down his face, the muscles straining in his arms as he held himself above her.

  Mallory tugged against the cuffs in frustration, her body undulating against his with her movements. Her eyes opened wide, her lips trembling.

  "Take the cuffs off my wrists, Blake. I need to touch you. Please!"

  Quickly he moved above her and unsnapped each cuff, then her arms came around his neck, fingers threading through his hair.

  "Ah, yes," she said, a note of satisfaction in her tone.

  Her hands moving all over his body, her greedy cunt grasping and clutching his cock proved too much. He rammed inside of her once, twice, three times before he came with a shout, his cum filling her body with a steady stream.

  She followed right behind him, her hands clutching his back as she rode out her second orgasm of the night, this one seemingly just as intense as the first. He smiled with satisfaction as he slumped against her, careful to keep his body from crushing her.

  "That was amazing." Her hands slipped up and down his back, her long nails lightly scratching his skin. He shivered at her touch.

  "It was pretty fucking great," he agreed.

  "So, when does our guest get here?"

  Blake lifted his head so he could stare down at her, and caught the naughty little smile that lit up her face. "Eager to move on to the next part of our evening or what?"

  "More than you'll ever know."

  He had a feeling she was one percent right.

  Chapter 5

  * * *

  The man who entered their private room ten minutes later was the complete opposite of Blake. Where Blake was tall, his body broad but also lean, his hair dark, this man was shorter with bulging muscles everywhere. A tribal band tattoo circled his thick right bicep, giving him a bad boy image. He wore his spiky blond hair in a buzz cut, and his beautiful hazel eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light.

  He also sported an impressive denim covered package between his legs.

  Mallory couldn't believe her luck. Two men in one night; she never thought it could happen. It had always been a fantasy of hers, but that's where it stayed. A fantasy conjured within her own head.

  Not tonight, though. No, thanks to Blake, her naughtiest fantasy was about to come to life.

  "This is Dax," Blake said to Mallory.

  She sat in the bed with the covers drawn up over her naked body. He'd been kind enough to unshackle her and take off her shoes before Dax showed up. She didn't want to establish anything by allowing herself to remain cuffed to the bed.

  She wanted to have some sort of control over this fantasy. It was, after all, hers.

  "Nice to meet you, Dax. I'm Mallory." She smiled at him and he smiled back, the sight of it making her pussy clench with need.

  He had a very attractive smile.

  "Dax works here at the club," Blake explained from the foot of the bed, watching out of the corner of his eye as Dax approached the bed as well, standing next to him. "He's very good at what he does, if you know what I mean."

  Goodness, did this man get paid to service women? Was she actually going to have a threesome with an escort? She knew the club had a strict safe sex policy, so she wasn't worried there. But was Dax really a male prostitute?

  She had no idea nor did she care. Both men standing by the bed looked good enough to eat. In fact, that sounded like a damn good idea.

  "Whenever you're ready, we can get started," Blake urged her with a gentle smile. The glimmer in his eye told her he knew she was up to something.

  A very perceptive man, her Blake.

  "I want you both to undress," she said, her voice firm, surprising her. She definitely planned on getting into this.

  Blake took off the leather pants he'd just slipped back on moments ago, revealing his already semi-erect cock. Dax shed his jeans and white T-shirt, muscles rippling as he tore off the shirt, and the sight of his smooth muscular chest made her tummy twinge. The man had a body like a Greek god.

  And a very thick cock as well. Not as long as Blake's but wider. She sunk back against the pillows, assessing each man as they stood next to each other. Certainly nothing she'd ever been able to experience before, two men standing naked in front of her, both so different in their seemingly similar appearances. She wanted to take her time, drink them both in.

  Yet she also wanted to search their bodies, have them both search her. Her mind swirled with the endless possibilities.

  Mallory pushed the sheet off her body and got on all fours, crawling to the end of the bed. She sat back on her haunches, could smell the unmistakable scent of aroused men as both of their cocks stood proud before her. She reached out, grasped one in each hand and stroked them, down and then up with gentle fingers.

  They both immediately groaned, Dax's eyes sliding shut while Blake continued to watch. She moved closer, her tongue swiping out to taste the tip of Blake's cock. He jerked within her grasp.

  "You taste good," she whispered, her eyes never leaving his as she
laved at the head of his bulbous cock with her tongue. She continued to stroke Dax's cock with her other hand, his instinctual thrusting against her palm telling her he enjoyed it.

  A heady sense of power came over her as she realized exactly what she was doing. Bringing two men pleasure, about to let two men bring her pleasure. Her pussy wept with eagerness, her sticky juices already running down the inside of her thighs. She wished she could touch herself, to help ease the ache.

  But her hands were too full of cock to do that.

  She decided to give Dax a taste, so she shifted closer to him and licked him, her tongue lapping the pearly drop of pre-cum at the fat tip of his cock. His eyes jolted open and he watched slack-jawed as she took him into her mouth. He tasted different than Blake, muskier, but still it was heavenly. Heavenly to have her mouth and hand full of stiff cocks, amazing that she could experience something so hedonistic with abandon.

  "Does he taste good?"

  Blake's question surprised her. She turned to look at him, her lips still wrapped around Dax's cock. She nodded her head, releasing Dax from her mouth, and she decided to put on a show for Blake, licking up and down Dax's shaft, sucking the head of his cock noisily between her lips.

  Dax groaned from above, whispering words of encouragement as he thrust inside her mouth. She released her grip on Blake and focused on Dax, taking him as far as he could go, until he bumped the back of her throat before withdrawing him. Again and again, she sucked him deep into her mouth, her hands curling around him to clutch at his hard ass, her fingers sliding between the firm cheeks to play with him there.

  "I'm gonna come," he said, his voice ragged. "Fuck, yeah, I'm gonna come."

  She encouraged him with her mouth, her fingers moving to his front to play with the sensitive skin beneath his balls. Her touch seemed like magic, for he shot off in her mouth immediately, his semen sliding down her throat as he pumped against her.

  Blake watched all of it with a satisfied smile on his face, reaching out to slide his hand against her hair. "That was beautiful to watch."

  That he didn't seem to mind one bit in sharing her shocked Mallory. But she also appreciated it, was thankful for it.

  "It's your turn, Mallory," Blake said in that smooth voice of his, shooting a meaningful look Dax's way.

  "Fuck, she's unbelievable, man," Dax said, shaking his head. "I haven't come that hard in a long time."

  "I told you. Wait until you taste her sweet cunt." Blake glanced at her. "Why don't you go back to where you were amongst the pillows, sweetheart? Dax and I are going to join you."

  Eagerly she did as he bid, leaning back against the lush pile of soft pillows. She watched as the two men approached her, climbing onto the bed from either side. Blake settled beside her and kissed her first, his mouth drinking from hers, tongue doing a thorough search before he broke away and pushed her gently toward Dax.

  "Kiss him, sweetheart. Let him taste you."

  She did so, enjoying the touch of a strange man's mouth on hers. His kisses were tentative, his lips thinner but still enjoyable. He went on an exploratory search of her mouth with his tongue, his hand clasping her shoulder as he continued to kiss her.

  Blake's hands slid around her waist from behind, coming up to cup her breasts and play with her nipples. She sighed into Dax's mouth at Blake's touch, and Dax pulled her closer, away from Blake's hands.

  Mallory straddled Dax, her legs wrapped around his hips as he sat on the bed, and he continued to kiss her. Blake moved so he was kneeling behind her, his hands smoothing up and down her back, pushing her hair to the side so he could press a kiss to the back of her neck. She shivered when his lips made contact, groaned when Dax's fingers plucked at her nipples. Blake's palms curved over her hips, slid down her ass and squeezed.

  She was completely overwhelmed with sensation, surprised she didn't feel strange being with two men. No, it was liberating, exciting to know two gorgeous men desired her, wanted to be with her in every possible way.

  "Mallory? Why don't you lie back on the bed," Blake suggested, a whispered murmur in her ear.

  She broke away from Dax and scooted off him, landing on her back on the mattress. She lay there, her entire body trembling with anticipation as both men watched her, discussing who was going to do what to her next.

  "I want to taste her," Dax said, his gaze zeroing in directly on her pussy. He licked his lips as if he already could. "You've been with her, I want my chance."

  "Greedy bastard." Blake shook his head and sighed. "Since this is all about her tonight, why don't we let Mallory decide?"

  Oh, yes, please. "I want Dax to go down on me and I want to suck your cock, Blake."

  Blake's eyes lit with blue fire and he smiled. "Sounds good to me. Dax, get into position."

  Dax adjusted himself between her legs, and she could feel his hot breath against the inside of her thigh. Blake straddled her upper body, his legs on either side of her chest, his cock directly in front of her mouth. She licked her lips and gazed up at him.

  "You're beautiful, Mallory," he whispered, his gaze sincere.

  She gasped when Dax blew on her pussy, her eyes locked on Blake's impressive cock. "So are you."

  With infinite care Mallory drew Blake into her mouth, his long hard cock moving to the back of her throat. She slid her lips up and down his veiny length, her tongue playing with the tip of his cock. She was surrounded by Blake, could see nothing else but him as he hovered above her, his huge erection in front of her face, his big body blocking everything else out but him.

  But she knew Dax was there between her legs, his tongue lightly licking at her lower lips, performing a thorough search of her soaked folds. She spread her legs wider for him, giving in to the delicious sensation of Dax's skilled mouth on her pussy, of Blake's thick cock in her mouth.

  Heady, heady stuff.

  "Suck it harder, baby. Fill your mouth with my cock," Blake encouraged, pumping inside her mouth, and she did as he bid, thrilled at his shocking words. She heard the loud slurps of Dax's mouth and tongue on her, could feel him rim her pussy hole. When he thrust his fingers deep inside her, she couldn't help but moan around Blake's length.

  "You like the way he licks you?" Blake watched her, his hips circling and thrusting against her face.

  Mallory nodded, sliding her lips up and down his pole. Her pussy tingled, her clit throbbed and she knew she was close to orgasm.

  "You want him to fuck you, too?"

  She nodded again, sucking noisily on the tip of Blake's dick. He stiffened, his balls drawing up tight against his body, and she knew he was just as close as she was.

  Dax vigorously licked her pussy, his tongue whipping against her clit, three fingers ramming into her body. She cried out at the sensation of his wide tongue so thoroughly licking her and spread her legs as far as she could go. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he bent lower and licked the ridged hole of her ass.

  He tongued her there, fingers thrusting inside of her in an incessant rhythm, and she came, her body shivering uncontrollably. Dax rode out her orgasm with soft licks to her ass and gentle thrusts of his fingers, bringing her down slowly. Blake yanked himself out of her mouth and, with a ragged moan, came all over her breasts, covering her skin in white splotches of cum.

  Mallory glanced down at her chest, saw the sticky mess resting there, and couldn't help it--she started to giggle.

  This moment was becoming way too surreal.

  Chapter 6

  * * *

  "Come here, sweetheart." Blake hauled her on top of him and his cock brushed against her wet folds. "I'm going to fuck your pussy, and Dax is going to fuck you in the ass."

  "Condom," she whispered, kissing his mouth once, twice. She could go on forever kissing this man. He had the most delicious mouth she ever tasted.

  After at least an hour of solid playing, all three of them were finally going to fuck, full on penetration by two cocks. She'd given the both of them blow jobs, had allowed them to tongue he
r pussy and ass until she thought her private area would go numb from all of the oral attention.

  It was fun and all, but this moment was what she'd really been waiting for.

  "Is this the position she wants to reenact?" Dax held the Kama Sutra book open to the very illustration Blake caught her staring at earlier.

  That seemed like a lifetime ago, when in reality it had only been a couple of hours.

  "I think so." Blake smiled at her when she turned back to look at him. "Is that really what you want to do, Mallory?"

  She nodded, excitement bubbling up inside of her. "Yes, it is."

  "Yeah, Dax. That's it."

  Dax stood in the center of the room, naked as the day he was born, his muscular body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He was an aggressive lover, a man who worked hard in the bedroom, and Mallory appreciated all of that hard work. His cock was rock hard, amazing since how much he'd used the thing, and it curved upward toward his belly. He flipped through the book, his head cocking to the side.

  "There are some pretty outrageous positions in this book, bro." Dax stared at one page in particular for a long moment before turning the page. "Crazy, man. I had no idea the Kama Sutra included group stuff."

  "The Kama Sutra has everything you can think of. Haven't you ever looked at that book? Or any Kama Sutra books before? Most of them focus on the one-on-one aspect, but that particular book is all about the group positions."

  Dax shook his head. "Nope."

  Blake snorted. "And how long have you worked at this club?"

  "Hey, what can I say, the chicks I hook up with never seem to choose this room. They go for the flogging and spanking scene." Dax grinned.

  Mallory watched Dax with curiosity. So he was into the BDSM scene, huh? It made sense, considering what an aggressive lover he'd been. He had a commanding air about him, too.

  But so did Blake.

  "Are you into flogging and spanking?" Mallory asked Blake.

  He smiled up at her and swatted her ass with the palm of his hand. "Only if it's your pretty ass I get to spank."