“Now?” Adrian asks quietly. He sits next to me, so close that our thighs are nearly touching. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
Their eyes are boring into me, demanding honesty. Honesty that I’ve withheld from them so far. Not any longer. “I’m a little afraid,” I whisper. “But I trust you to respect my limits.”
They’re big men, ripped and strong. They’re both ex-CIA, and from the way they carry themselves, they didn’t spend their time there working behind a desk. They’re probably dangerous.
But I’ve always felt safe with them. I’ve always felt protected.
My body tingles with a mixture of nerves and lust. I want to kneel at their feet. I want to feel their hands on me, swatting my ass, stroking my pussy.
I want them.
23
Fiona:
Brody rises to his feet in a smooth, fluid motion. His fingers wrap around the stem of my wine glass, and he removes it from my grasp. “What’s your safeword?”
“Red to stop,” I whisper. “Yellow to pause and check in.”
“We’ve all had more than one drink,” Adrian says, his voice dark. “No ropes. Okay?”
“Yes, Mr. Lockhart.”
“Very good.” He points to the open space between the bed and the couch. “On your knees, Fifi.”
I slide to the floor instantly and crawl to the spot he indicates. When I get there, I kneel up again, taking care to keep my back straight and my eyes lowered. I rest my palms on my thighs and wait for my next instruction.
The two of them circle me. “What do we have here?” Brody asks Adrian, his hand patting my head. “A pretty little kitten.”
“She seems obedient,” Adrian replies. “But I think there’s hidden rebellion in her.” He tilts my chin up, his lips creasing into a wicked smile. “Do you scratch, Fifi?”
I don’t have permission to speak, so I stay silent.
“She looks like a biter.” Brody sounds amused. His palm caresses my cheek. I shiver, my insides clenching with arousal at the way they’re discussing me. “On all fours, little kitten.”
I assume the position. Adrian reaches into my box and pulls out an assortment of sex toys. I watch out of the corner of my eye as he lays a pair of nipple clamps next to the buttplug tail.
Brody moves to my front. “Eyes on me,” he orders.
I look at him. “You said last night that you were nervous about anal sex,” he says, his voice serious. “Do you want to try the buttplug, Fiona?”
Fiona, not Fifi. He’s offering me a choice.
I’m nervous about anal sex. I’ve had it a couple of times, and it just felt odd and not particularly pleasurable. “Go slow? Don’t just shove it in there?”
“You think I’m going to shove it in there? Adrian sounds offended. “For fuck’s sake.”
Oops. Dumb move, Fiona.
“Fifi.” Brody sounds like he’s trying not to laugh at Adrian. “Kittens don’t wear clothes.” He kneels next to me, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Oh My God. They’ve seen me naked before, but it feels different this time. More intense, more intimate. This time, for the first time, I’m truly present in the moment. They’ve seen me at my worst, and they’re still here. There are no more walls between us.
Brody’s palms trace a slow path up my legs, stroking my calves, caressing my thighs. He tugs my shorts down my hips, exposing the lace-covered cheeks of my ass. “Very nice,” he murmurs. “Such a perfect view, don’t you think, Adrian?”
“Indeed.” Another pair of hands joins the ones already touching my body. Adrian. I bite my lip and resist the urge to push back against their hands. I need to keep still for my dominants. I need to be a good kitten.
My panties are yanked down. Fingers touch me, explore me. They pet my pussy and tease my tightly clenched asshole.
I hold my breath. Brody notices. “Relax,” he scolds me, swatting my ass. “Kittens need tails.” His fingers stroke my tight hole, spreading lube into it. He pushes a finger in, and I do my best to relax my muscles.
“Good kitten,” he says warmly.
Adrian drizzles more lube over the buttplug. It’s not a large one. At its widest part, it’s maybe the thickness of three fingers. I can do this.
I take a deep breath as Adrian pushes it in, slowly and steadily, allowing me time to adjust to its fullness. I brace in anticipation of pain, but there isn’t any. There’s a split-second of discomfort as my muscles stretch against the widest part of the plug, and then it’s in.
Adrian tugs at my tail gently. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls.
My cheeks burn with embarrassment. The tail swings between my thighs. A shiver runs through me at the thought of doing this in front of an audience. This is so naughty. So hot.
Brody looms in my line of sight, the kitten ears in his hand. “Look at me,” he orders. He slides the headband over my hair, securing it in place. “Perfect,” he says when he’s done, his voice rich with satisfaction. “Stand.”
“Yes, Mr. Payne.”
I rise to my feet, my eyes still on Brody. “Take off your shirt, Fifi.”
Brody tugs my t-shirt over my head; Adrian’s deft fingers unclasp my bra. “Good girl,” he whispers in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.
I’m so turned on. My body feels flushed, and my breasts are heavy with need.
“Come here,” Brody walks to the window and crooks two fingers at me. I start to walk toward him until his barked command freezes me. “Stop,” he says. “Do pets walk?”
I flush with shame. I should have known better. “No, Mr. Payne,” I murmur.
I drop to my hands and knees and crawl toward him. With each movement, the butt plug in my ass shifts slightly, making me very aware of its presence. The tail brushes against me, making contact with my overheated pussy, keeping me in a near-constant state of arousal.
When I reached Brody, I stay where I am, maintaining my position as I wait for my next instruction.
Brody drops to his knees in front of me. He runs his fingers through my hair. “You’re a good pet, Fifi,” he says, leaning forward and kissing me lightly on the lips. “Unfortunately, you’ve just earned your first punishment. Stand up.”
Punishment. Will he spank me again, the way he had in his office? That thought sends a thrill of hot arousal through me.
I stand up, and Brody turns me around so I’m facing the lake. “Hands on the window,” he instructs. “Spread your legs.”
The cabin is brightly lit, and it’s dark outside. Anyone who looks in this direction will be able to see my naked body pressed against the glass. Another shock-wave of desire pulses through me. Adrian notices, and his expression turns darkly amused. “You like the idea of everyone watching you, Fifi?”
“Yes, Mr. Lockhart,” I reply honestly.
He prowls toward me, kicking my legs further apart and gripping my hair in his hand. Tilting my head backward, he presses a claiming, punishing kiss against my lips. “Who touches you, Fifi?” he growls.
“Just the two of you, Mr. Lockhart.”
“That’s right, kitten.” His fingers tweak my tightly beaded nipples, twisting them slightly. “Ah, fuck,” I groan out loud.
“Do kittens talk?” I see Brody move toward me out of the corner of my eye, a riding crop in his hand. Punishment.
For so long, I’ve pretended that I don’t need this. I’ve convinced myself that submission isn’t as essential to me as air and water and food. I’ve told myself that I couldn’t risk another BDSM relationship. I’ve lived in celibacy, using my fingers and my vibrator to satisfy myself.
Yet now, here I am, naked with a tail between my legs and kitten ears on my head, obeying the orders of not one, but two dominants. And there is no hiding how turned on I am.
A harsh slap on my ass brings me back to the room. “Where should your attention be, pet?” Brody’s voice is cold, and his blue eyes are stormy.
“On you, Mr. Payne.” The moment those words leav
e my mouth, I wish I could take it back. Kittens aren’t supposed to talk.
“That’s right.” He holds my gaze for several moments. “Five strokes.”
Adrian chuckles, low and warm. “Hang on a second,” he says to Brody. Bells tinkle as he turns me around, and I see the source of the sound. Two small silver clamps, with bells dangling from them, and a silver chain connecting them together.
I both love and fear the aching bite of the clamps as they close around my tender nipples. I sway toward Adrian, my body tingling with anticipation. “So beautiful,” he says, his eyes hot with lust. “Your body is begging me to taste it…” He rolls my already swollen nub between his thumb and forefinger.
On the other side, Brody echoes the movement. My head falls back against the window as a shock of sensation races through my body.
Then they both lower their mouths over my breasts and suck.
Too much. A jolt of pleasure rushes from my breasts to my pussy. I move toward them, a whimper in my throat, mutely begging for more. Two heads bend over my chest, their tongues warm against my skin, the scraping of their teeth making me squirm with restless longing…
It’s too much to take. I’m going to die of pleasure, and I can’t think of a better way to go.
“Good kitten.” Brody sounds ragged as he pulls away, his arousal hard to miss. I’d sucked him off yesterday, but my memories of last night are hazy. I want his cock now with a desperate, feverish need.
Please fuck me, Mr. Payne, I want to beg him.
But kittens don’t talk.
Adrian’s eyes blaze with heat as he clamps my right nipple. The sharp bite brings me out of my haze of lust. I watch, my mouth parted, my legs spread wide, my pussy dripping, as he attaches the other clamp to my left nipple. The chain is slightly short, drawing my breasts together, emphasizing my cleavage.
From the look of lust in their eyes, they like the effect.
“Back on your hands and knees, Fifi.” Both men move back to the couches. “Come here.”
I crawl toward them, excruciatingly aware of the bite of the clamps. My breasts swing as I move, and set the bells chiming. The tail brushes against me, and I have to bite my lip to hold back my moan. When I reach Adrian and Brody, I kneel between them, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
Brody pats his lap. “Put your head here, kitten.”
I do as he says, my cheek against his slacks. His hand strokes my hair, the touch managing somehow to be both sensual and comforting. “She’s a wary kitten,” he says to Adrian. “You are, aren’t you, Fifi? Wary and skittish. But we aren’t going to hurt you.”
His fingers trail over my naked back, and I shiver in need. “Please Mr. Payne,” I whisper. I need them. I am burning up, desperate for their touches.
“Please what, Fifi?” Adrian’s lips curl into a smile. “Are you begging Brody to crop you?” He turns to the other man. “Five strokes, wasn’t it?”
“Indeed,” Brody replies lazily.
Adrian strips off his clothes quickly and efficiently. His cock jumps out, hard, ready and eager, and my mouth goes dry. I lick my lips, wanting to feel him in my mouth, wanting to feel his tremors of need as he responds to my touch…
I watch with bated breath as Adrian rolls a condom on his cock. “Let’s play a game,” he suggests to Brody. “I’ll make her come. You crop her.” He sounds amused. “I bet she’ll erupt before you get to five strokes.”
Whoa. This is a new side of Adrian. Cocky, entirely secure in his ability to make me scream with pleasure.
Brody laughs. “You’re on. You heard him, Fifi. Get on Adrian’s lap. Slide up and down his cock.”
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.
With trembling knees, I make my way over to Adrian. His fingers grip my hips, and his gaze pierces through me. “Still green?”
“Absolutely.”
A smile touches his lips. “Good.” He leans back on the couch and positions me on his lap, my back to his chest. His cock is nudging at my folds, and I whimper as he pulls me down and surges upward, his cock thrusting into me, hot and hard.
Everything goes blurry. I feel his groan. My muscles tighten around his cock and my thighs quiver. The tail brushes against my back and the combination of the buttplug and Adrian’s huge cock makes me feel completely filled.
Would it feel like this to have both of them in me? Because if so, sign me up.
“Eyes on me, Fifi.” Brody trails the tip of the crop over my nipples, setting the bells of my clamps ringing. “Tell me why you’re getting punished.”
I can’t think. I can’t focus. “Umm…” I blink up at him, confused, and then I remember. “I forgot to crawl, Mr. Payne.”
“Good girl.” He snaps his wrist, and the tip of the crop bites my inner thigh. I inhale sharply, more surprised than in pain. “Count them out, Fifi.”
“One, Mr. Payne.”
They’re respecting my limits, but they’re not going easy on me. They think I’m strong enough to take it. Warmth floods through me, warmth that blazes to a flame as Adrian’s fingers find my clitoris.
I slide up and down Adrian’s cock, the bells chiming as my breasts bounce. Adrian plays with my clit, and each time he circles the swollen nub, I move a little faster. Brody’s crop falls again, this time on my breast. “Two, Mr. Payne,” I whimper, my breathing ragged. It hurts so good.
I can’t hold on. “Please, may I come?” I beg.
“Whenever you want, kitten,” Adrian rasps. His thumb grinds into my clitoris, and it pushes me over the edge. I convulse and explode, my muscles clenching around Adrian’s steel length. He’s right with me. He shouts out as he comes, and I slump against his body.
For a long time, nobody speaks. Finally, Adrian breaks the quiet. “Two strokes,” he says, his voice satisfied. “I won.”
Actually, I’m pretty sure I won.
Brody chuckles and slowly removes the clamps from my nipples, his lips soothing the pain. “There’ll be other games,” he says. “Right, Fiona?”
I nod.
I really hope so.
24
Brody:
We shower and fall back into bed. Naked, of course.
I can’t take my eyes off Fiona. She’s so fucking beautiful. Her soft, creamy breasts are dotted with freckles, and her rosy-tipped nipples are erect. My cock aches for her, hard with desire. I can’t wait to thrust into her sweet, hot cunt. I want to hear her breath catch as I slam into her. I want to hear her plead, beg me for permission to come.
“Come here.”
She gets on her knees and crawls to me across the king-size mattress, her breasts swaying as she moves. Adrian leans against the headboard and watches, his eyes heated.
“Lie on your side,” I order. “Face me.”
She does as I ask. “Good girl,” I praise her, pressing a kiss on her pretty lips. I cup her breasts and bring them together, squeezing them, at first gently, and then, when I hear her whimper of need, harder. “Doing okay?”
Her eyes are luminous with lust. “Green, Mr. Payne,” she assures me. I squeeze again, and she throws her head back and hisses.
“You like that, kitten?” I lower my mouth to her nipples. They’re probably a little tender from the clamps, and I start slow, flicking my tongue from nub to nub.
Not for long. “Please, more,” she begs, arching her back and presses her breasts into my face.
I bite back my grin at her eagerness and adopt a stern tone. “Are you telling me how to fuck you, Fifi?” I ask, my voice steely. At my side, Adrian chuckles and swats her ass.
“No, Mr. Payne,” she pants. “Sorry.”
Fuck foreplay. My dick is so hard that it’s painful. I roll on a condom, spread her legs and plunge into her. She’s so slick, so hot, so fucking tight. A harsh groan escapes my lips as her muscles milk me.
“Please…” Her voice trails off. She gropes for Adrian’s cock, and he’s no fool. He obligingly moves within reach, and her fingers close around his length.
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I slam into her, hard and uncontrolled, my fingers strumming on her clit. There will be time for slow and gentle sex later. Right now, my brain is a haze of lust, and I need Fiona.
She fists Adrian’s cock. Desire surges in me, and I can’t hold back. I stroke her faster, and she groans, her body shuddering with pleasure. “Please may I come, Mr. Payne?”
“Such a good girl,” I gasp. “Asking for permission.” My lips grind down on hers, and I breathe her in, her scent and her softness filling my soul. “Yes, Fifi. You can come.”
Adrian clenches his eyes shut, sweat beading on his forehead. “Harder,” he rasps.
We’re all close. Really close. I ram into her swollen cunt. My fingers dance over her clit, and she can’t hold on. “Yes,” she breathes, her body tensing, her muscles quivering around my cock as she comes. That pushes me over the edge, and I can’t hold on. I explode, her name on my lips.
She’s like a drug, and I’m powerless to resist.
The weekend passes too quickly. Before I know it, Sunday afternoon rolls around, and it’s time to head back to the city.
“So I’ll see you guys around?” Fiona asks us as she gets into her car. Her tone is hesitant. “Maybe I could grab a ride with you to Club M next Friday?”
I don’t want to wait until Friday to see her again. “Are you busy Tuesday or Wednesday? Want to have dinner with us?”
“I’d love to. Tuesday? Can I bring anything?”
“If you feel in a sharing mood, you can bring a bottle of Xavier’s wine,” Adrian replies.
She grins. “Absolutely.”
We hug her goodbye. She gets into her car and drives away. Adrian and I spend a few minutes cleaning the cabin. “Outside the club, she’s a completely different person,” Adrian muses as he unloads the dishwasher.
“Or maybe, unlike you, she’s just dealing with her demons.”
He stops putting away coffee mugs and stares at me. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Still think it’s your fault that Sandy died?”
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