Infamous Love: A Black Light Prequel

by Livia Grant

  Jaxson's magical hands worked wonders on her shoulders before trekking lower to slip into her worn terry robe to fondle her heavy breasts. It was then she remembered another important stop she needed to make at the mall—Victoria's Secret. If she was going to travel the world with sexy models, the least she could do is upgrade her undergarments from Target.

  Her lover had obviously been looking over her shoulder. "What is all this and why did you need to get up in the middle of the night to write it?"

  Emma used her left arm to cover the lists. She knew they were a glimpse into her own insecurities as much as anything else. When he reached for the paper, she self-consciously tried to flip the list over, but Jax was having none of it, picking up the top sheet as Emma groaned.

  When Jax was quiet for a long minute, she started to shiver in spite of the room feeling oppressively stuffy. When the silence became awkward, she dared a peek over her shoulder to find a scowling Jaxson. He didn't look mad. He looked... alarmed.

  "I can explain."

  "Not even twenty-four hours. I'm an idiot. You really had me fooled." The flat defeat in his voice was new.

  "Excuse me? I have no idea what you mean."

  He struggled to find the right words. When he did, Emma's heart raced faster.

  "How ironic. One of the things I adored about you is that none of this kind of shit was important to you. I loved the real you, not some fake painted version trying to hide yourself. And what's the first thing you do when you decide to come with us? Plan to turn yourself into a cookie cutter version of exactly what I'm trying to distance myself from. New hair... tan... clothes... nails..."

  The venom in his voice stabbed deep, wounding her. She hadn't missed his use of past tense either. Adored. Loved. Like it was over.

  The little voice she'd been shouting down for weeks was back. It had been whispering she wasn't worthy of the two extraordinary men but now it was shouting 'I told you so' in her ear as she fought to stay calm.

  It was Emma's turn to struggle for the right words to answer his accusation. She felt his anger growing as she fumbled, frightened how things could blow up so spectacularly in the matter of minutes.

  She had loved every single minute of her time with the men as they'd all played hide and seek with the rest of the world in her run-down attic. Safe from prying eyes and judgmental commentary that was sure to focus on how insane it was to try to go public with a ménage relationship with two famous sex-gods.

  She had dreaded the day it would end. She'd hoped they could make it at least a few months. Even she thought they'd make it more than a few hours.

  Righteous anger consumed her. She pushed to her feet, knocking the desk chair over to crash against the wood floor as she turned on her lover, ripping the list from his hand.

  "You have some nerve, Jaxson. What is so objectionable about this list?" He started to interrupt her, but once she got started, she was on a roll.

  She was vaguely aware of Chase moving into her peripheral view as she got up in Jaxson's face. "Do you have any idea how scared shitless I am to leave this house with you tomorrow? Do you have a fucking clue how much the media is going to crucify me when they get the first pictures of us together? I can see the headlines now. 'A-lister hunks go slumming and pick up chunky co-ed.'" Emma crumpled the list while waving it like a flag in his face, her voice shouting. "So, yeah. I want to get my hair done and maybe buy an outfit that isn't a college T-shirt and jeans. Forgive me if I want to try to look the best I can before the cameras start rolling. You may not care what the tabloids print about me, and while I will never be able to compete with the gorgeous models you're surrounded by every day, I'd like to at least try not to embarrass you or myself by looking like a frumpy BBW."

  Emma could see the array of emotions flitting through Jaxson's eyes throughout her monologue. She'd never spoken to him in even close to that tone, but dammit he hurt her.

  Chase had come behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, trying to pull her away from the steaming Jaxson, but Emma slapped him away. Jax was stunned into silence and she took the opportunity to pile on. "And for your information, that wasn't the first list I got up to make. I was lying in bed, unable to sleep because of all of the things I need to get done before I can leave here with you. You guys may be on vacation and having fun playing video games between sex marathons, but I'm still working, and teaching, and trying to wrap up my classes. Now I have to add moving to the mix. I'm a little stressed and quite honestly, I'd appreciate a little help." She reached to her left, grabbing the second sheet of paper and shoving it in Jaxson's face. When he wouldn't take it, she started reading it off to him.

  To Do List:

  Pack stuff up to take to Mom & Dad's for storage

  Call Professor Kanowski to cancel last classes

  Finish global economics paper

  Pass off research notes to study group

  Transfer money to pay rent

  Turn in global monetary project

  Tell housemates I'm leaving

  Return library books

  Pick-up birth control prescription at pharmacy

  "Does that sound like the list of some maniac only interested in taking advantage of you and your fame?"

  Chase reached out again, pulling her close, her back to his naked chest as he leaned in to coax her down from the ledge. "It's gonna be okay, honey. We'll help you with anything you need. I'm sure Jaxson just misunderstood."

  Chase's soothing rocking had just started to help calm her when Jaxson finally found his voice.

  "Emma, I owe you an apology about the lists. I was wrong to jump to conclusions and I'm sorry about that. I'm even sorry that I didn't pick up on how stressed you were getting, but..."

  Sweet relief. He'd apologized. It meant so much to her that he'd admit when he was wrong. She had just started to catch her breath when the sharp edge to his voice returned, anger flaring hot in his eyes.

  "But I'm pretty sure I've made it very clear that I will not allow you to put yourself down or call yourself names. If you have insecurities or concerns, you bring them to us and we'll talk through them. We don't hide them under the rug or worse yet, slap a layer of makeup and new wardrobe on and think it's gonna fix anything. Trust me on this. That's a slippery slope."

  Her anger was ebbing, the adrenalin in her bloodstream diluting. In its wake was fear. Fear of being ridiculed. Worse yet, publicly judged. But she'd given it lots of thought and the only thing she could think of that was worse than being crucified by the media was being alone again after sampling how joyous life could be in the arms of not one, but two remarkable men. She knew with every fiber of her being that she'd regret it for the rest of her life if she let them leave Madison without her.

  But that meant she was actually going to have to leave the safety of the attic. It also meant she was going to have to apologize to the angry man in front of her. Not for her outburst. Not even for her feelings of inadequacy, but for not trusting him to listen to her worries.

  "Fine. I'm sorry I yelled at you."

  "Seriously? That's all you've got?"

  She knew what he was waiting for, but she also knew she'd been punished for saying much less before. She could feel the skin on her ass tingling in anticipation of the spanking she knew was in her near future.

  "Alright, maybe I should have told you how scared shitless I am to leave the house with you. That I'm pretty sure people will burst out laughing when they see you with me. How social media is going to light up. We’ll be trending on Twitter within an hour and the focus of a scathing TMZ exposé within twenty-four hours."

  Shut the fuck up, Emma. You're making it worse.

  The scowl on Jaxson's face turned darker as he stepped up to sandwich her between the two men. His hands squeezed her biceps as Chase's fingers dug into her hips, each holding her stationary.

  "Look at me, Emma."

  She'd trained her eyes on his adam's apple directly in front of her to avoid seeing the disappointment i
n his eyes.

  "Now, Emma." His order had her snapping to attention.

  She'd expected anger, but she saw a sadness in Jax's eyes. She held her breath waiting for him to bust her for putting herself down.

  "I owe you another apology. I was so happy to just hide out for a while that it didn't dawn on me that you were afraid to leave. I'll fix that tomorrow. We're gonna tackle that list of yours together and by the end of the day, you'll know that all of your fears were unfounded."

  She was smart enough not to laugh at what was surely a joke. It was a good thing too since his next words were scary enough.

  "Now what do you think is going to happen next?"

  She held her breath, afraid to say the words.

  "Emma, answer me. What happens when you put yourself down?"

  Her answer was barely audible. "You spank me."

  "No. I spanked you the last time. I see it didn't take."

  This was not good. What was worse than a spanking?

  "Chase, go grab some rope and the wooden paddle. Emma is about to get her first paddling. We'll see if that makes a more lasting impression on our girl."

  Emma's legs felt wobbly under her as Chase released her and stepped away to follow Jaxson's order. He was back entirely too fast. She snuck a glance up at her Dom and saw his jaw locked with determination.

  This was very bad. Her heart raced with fear, guilt and excitement. How she could be excited to feel the paddle was a mystery, but the vibration in her pussy could not be denied.

  Jaxson released her left arm and pulled her back towards the desk in front of the lone window. He turned her to face the flat surface and stripped her of her old terry robe, leaving her naked. The desk lamp illuminated her heavy breasts for any passer-by coming home late from a night of partying.

  The touch of his palm pressing her to lean over the back of the straight-backed chair gave a brief relief to hide from voyeurs, until she saw Chase kneeling on one side of the chair and Jax on the other, each securing her hands to the front legs. She was able to grasp onto the side rungs of the chair, but her lower tummy then pressed into the top of backrest uncomfortably.

  She truly panicked as they pulled her legs wide to the outside of the chair, securing her ankles to the back legs and rendering her incapacitated. They worked silently, solemn in their solidarity to teach her a lesson. She thought about begging them to stop. About apologizing. But she knew it would do no good. Hell, she wasn't even sure if yelling puppies, her safeword, would get her out of the punishment coming.

  They left her there for what seemed an eternity. She couldn't see them. She could only hear small sounds across the room. Whispers as the men plotted her doom.

  Chase was next to her then, his palm connecting with her ass that was displayed perfectly for their pleasure and her pain. His hand spanking wasn't particularly hard or painful, but he was thorough, peppering her entire bare ass until she knew she had to be glowing with heat. She bit back the tears threatening to fall, knowing this wasn't even the main attraction.

  When Chase finished her warm up, he stepped back to make way for Jaxson. She sensed him behind and to her left. She felt the cool wood as he brushed it against her warm bottom. A whimper got away from her, sounding pitiful in the otherwise quiet attic.

  "I'm not looking forward to this, Emma. You understand this is not going to be a fun, sexy, playful spanking?"

  Surely that was a rhetorical question. When he prodded her with the edge of the paddle, she knew she'd thought wrong. "Yes, sir."

  "Chase and I have devised a punishment that's gonna help you remember how much we love you all day tomorrow when we are out and about."

  That didn't sound good.

  "Chase, you count for our girl. I have a feeling she's going to have a little trouble concentrating tonight."

  "Yes, sir." She couldn't bear to look at Chase. He sounded as afraid as she felt. That couldn't be a good sign.

  Emma had just rested her forehead on the seat of the wood chair when the first crack of wood hitting flesh went off in the room like a firecracker. The heavy thud penetrated deep. She almost missed Chase's count of one due to her own groan of pain.

  The second swat was worse—much worse. The paddle was so big that two strikes were all it took to cover her entire bottom. She clenched and unclenched her flaming cheeks, desperate to rub away the ache, but helpless to do anything but wait for the next punishing swat.

  "Oh, God!" She couldn't hold in her cry when the third hard swat crossed over the middle of her ass. The agony went so deep that she was sure she would be bruised when it was over. Tears spilled out of her, droplets falling to the wooden chair. "Please... no more. That's enough. I've learned my lesson."

  Her lovers answered her with the next heavy swing of the paddle. Chase cried out "four" as he knelt next to the chair and reached to stroke the back of her head gently, trying to bring her comfort. His loving caresses helped her know he cared, but did nothing to alleviate the searing fire burning up her buttocks.

  She was sobbing by the time Chase cried out "six." His hand had moved to caress her back.

  Surely that was enough.

  "You are doing well, Emma. Only four more to go."

  "No, no, no... please."

  Number seven was the hardest yet because he didn't just deliver the paddle, but the lecture began. "Tell me again why you are being punished, Emma."

  He thought she could form words? It took her a minute to calm her crying enough to sob out, "Because I put myself down."

  "Eight!" Chase's counting was getting louder as Jaxson's swings built up power. "That's right. I don't appreciate you saying hurtful things about the woman I love."

  "Nine!"

  She was going to die. She was sure of it. Surely her big old ass was going to fall off it throbbed so hard. It was around the count of nine that she realized that her clit was throbbing just as intensely. Christ, she couldn't wait for Jaxson to fuck her. He always fucked her after a punishment. It would almost be worth getting to...

  "Ten!" The crack that filled the room sounded different and her own scream of pain drowned out the sound of Jax throwing the wooden paddle to the floor. He had landed her final strike lower, coming up from below to connect with her tender sit spot where her ass met her thighs. She was going to feel that one for days.

  Emma was too lost in her own little world where she retreated to figuratively lick her wounds. It wasn't until she felt her lovers brushing against her body that she started to calm her tears.

  Chase was in front of her. She smelled his distinctive masculine scent as he stroked her long hair. She sniffled loudly, knowing she had to be a hot mess of snot and tears.

  She gasped as she felt Jaxson brush up against her bare ass, reigniting the pain that was throbbing.

  "You've made it through part one of your punishment. Only two more parts to go."

  She had to hear him wrong. Her ass couldn't take any more. It would fall off. Emma panicked and started struggling again to free her hands or legs, but Chase's caresses stilled her. He crouched in front of her to hold a tissue up to her nose. "Blow for me, baby."

  He didn't bother to wipe her tears away, but instead, stood and stepped closer, lifting her head so she had to look up just in time for him to slide his iron-like cock between her lips, thrusting to the back of her throat and cutting off her breath.

  "Eyes, Emma." Chase loved to have her look into his eyes as he fucked her mouth. She saw his dominance warring with lust as he rode her throat, stopping occasionally to let her gasp for a breath. She'd been conditioned to love giving him a blowjob because it almost always came accompanied with Jaxson filling her pussy.

  Only tonight it wasn't the touch of his erection to her lady parts she felt. It was the cold dribble of something wet between her ass cheeks, dripping onto her puckered bottom hole.

  Oh God, surely he wasn't going to take her there. Emma still wasn't sure how she felt about anal sex. She couldn't say she hated it, but she certainly di
dn't love it. Sure, she found it emotionally powerful when both men were inside her together, filling her completely.

  Jaxson was being rougher than normal tonight, thrusting one and then two fingers in a couple of times at the same tempo Chase filled her throat.

  "In case you haven't figured it out, the next phase of your punishment is going to be getting fucked in your tight little hole by not just me, but by Chase as well. We're going to ride you until you are sore enough that you'll be thinking of us all day tomorrow. Every time you sit. Every time you brush up against something with your cute little bottom. You'll be reminded of what happens to naughty little girls who put themselves down. Do you understand?"

  She had no idea how he expected her to answer with Chase buried in her mouth like a stellar gag. The tip of Jaxson's engorged dick dragged up and down the cleft of her ass, teasing her pucker with small jabs that stretched the entrance to her anus wide before receding.

  Emma closed her eyes, afraid it was going to hurt when Jaxson pressed inside. She didn't feel ready.

  "Eyes, Emma. I want to watch as he fucks you." She wanted to hate what was about to happen, but unmistakable excitement and love poured out for the men taking her in hand.

  Jaxson always called the shots so Chase's order surprised her. "Fuck her now, Jaxson. Show her what we think of her putting herself down."

  His thrust was swift and hard, not the gentle handling of a lover, but the power of a Dom. Chase dragged his eyes away from Emma's to look up at his best friend. Emma watched as the men each leaned forward to kiss above her while they stilled, each buried deep inside her body.

  When the kiss ended, the real fucking began. The men rode her hard, bodies slapping against flesh at a punishing rate.

  "Don't you dare come yet, Chase. You have another job to do tonight."

  That was cryptic. "Yes, sir."