Claiming Fifi

by Tara Crescent

  29

  Adrian:

  I don’t watch Xavier, Layla, and Rafael play. I watch Fiona.

  Her breathing quickens as Xavier and Rafael help Layla out of her clothes and tie her to a black-and-silver Saint Andrew’s Cross.

  Brody puts an arm around her waist and pulls her against him. “Does it turn you on to see naughty submissives get punished?”

  Rafael ties a blindfold over Layla’s eyes. He whispers something into her ear, and she says something back with a quick grin.

  “Are the rooms soundproofed?” Fiona asks.

  Kai and Maddox have melted away, giving us a measure of privacy. We’re not the only people watching the trio, of course. There are at least a dozen people in the room, all avidly curious, not because they know the history between these three people, but because Xavier never plays on the club floor.

  “I believe Brody asked you a question,” I tell her sternly. “Answer him.”

  Her cheeks color. “Yes, Mr. Payne,” she whispers. “It turns me on to watch.”

  He tugs her back to an unoccupied bench. “Sit down,” he says. She perches on its edge, and I sit on the other side of her.

  “Spread your legs, pet,” I order. I’ve been aching to touch her all week long. I position her leg over my lap, and Brody echoes the movement. I swallow hard I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy underneath her long skirt. “Very nice,” I murmur.

  “Thank you, Mr. Lockhart.”

  “I don’t want you to look at us.” Brody orders. “Keep your eyes on the woman getting punished.”

  “Yes, Mr. Payne.”

  Her skin is covered with goosebumps. I stroke the soft skin of her thighs, and she fights to stay still. “You look spectacular,” I whisper into her ear. “Do you want to be ours tonight, Fifi?”

  Her nipples pebble. “Yes, Mr. Lockhart,” she says, her face flushed with desire.

  Rafael moves to the wall. An assortment of whips, floggers, crops, and canes hang from a rack. He considers carefully, then selects a flogger with long black suede tails. Brody chuckles. “Nice pick,” he mutters. “I should get one of those for you, Fifi.”

  She looks at the flogger. The handle is a thick glass dildo. “We could use it to pleasure you,” I tell her softly, biting her earlobe. “Or punish you.”

  I trail kisses on her neck, my lips lingering on her skin, and she turns toward me, need in her eyes. “Please, Mr. Lockhart,” she whimpers.

  Brody pinches her nipple. “Keep your eyes on them, kitten,” he says, his voice steely.

  She takes a deep breath and strives for composure. “Sorry.”

  Xavier grabs a flogger too. He trails its tails over Layla’s body, gentle caresses that warm her up. Her body arches toward him, and he smiles, cupping her chin in his large hand, and at the same time, pushing the handle of the flogger into her pussy.

  She cries out, and next to me, Fiona shivers and squirms in her seat, her need obvious. I trace small circles on her inner thigh, nearing her cunt but not touching it. She bites her lower lip and whimpers. “Please…” she begs softly.

  Layla’s lips are wrapped around the glass dildo, sucking her juices off the handle of the flogger. When she’s done, Xavier takes it from her and positions himself to one side. Rafael moves to the other.

  “Watch,” I tell Fiona. “You’ll like this.”

  Xavier and Rafael were good at this. Time hasn’t lessened their coordination. The two of them whip Layla rhythmically, the act beautiful and hypnotic. Layla writhes as the tails thud on her breasts, her stomach, and her thighs, but she’s clearly enjoying herself.

  Fiona groans softly. “Please… I can’t take it anymore. You could take me right now, in front of everyone, and I wouldn’t stop you. You could rip off my dress and order me to get on my knees and suck your cocks, and I’d obey. Willingly. Gladly.”

  Fuck. Blood rushes to my cock. I tug her to her feet. “Come with me.”

  Fiona:

  As we turn away, a flash of silver from the Saint Andrew’s Cross glitters, stopping me in my tracks. Something nags at me. I have a feeling I’m missing something obvious, but though I stare at the room to try to figure out what it is, clarity eludes me.

  “Fiona?” Brody’s voice cuts in. “Coming?”

  Absolutely.

  We go to a different room this time. It looks like somebody’s living room. There’s a leather couch against one wall, and a coffee table in the middle. “I’m not afraid of being tied up,” I tell them. “Not anymore.”

  “I believe you.” Adrian cups my jaw with his large hand. “But it would be irresponsible of me to dive into the deep end right away. As your dominant, it’s my job to protect you, Fifi. Even from yourself.”

  “Besides,” Brody says, a grin on his lips, “we have something far more interesting in mind for you tonight than the Saint Andrew’s Cross.”

  “Interesting. Somehow, that doesn’t reassure me.”

  “It’s not meant to,” he replies. “Get naked, Fifi.”

  I slip out of my dress. Adrian’s expression darkens with heat. They both move closer, sandwiching me between them. My body sparks in awareness, and my nipples harden to bullets. Arousal shoots to my core, and I squirm, unable to control the need that rushes through my body.

  “You are so beautiful,” Brody says, his gaze appreciative. He takes off his jacket and hangs it up, and then unbuttons his shirt. My mouth goes dry. All week, I’ve been looking forward to this evening, to playing with them again.

  “Indeed.” Adrian claims my lips in a thorough, slow kiss, his hands tangling in my hair. His passion takes my breath away. Behind me, Brody places his arms around my waist and draws me closer. For what seems like forever, I’m trapped between their bodies, trembling with need as their mouths rain kisses all over my body.

  I’m panting and squirming when they pull away. “Here are the rules, Fifi,” Adrian says, his voice hoarse with arousal. “Tonight, I want you to come over and over again. I want to find out what turns you on, what gives you pleasure. Understood?”

  “Yes, Mr. Lockhart,” I say, shivering with desire. “Do I need to ask for permission to come?”

  “Not tonight, little kitten.” Brody’s voice is warm and approving. “What are your safewords?”

  “Red to stop. Yellow for a pause, and,” I flash them a grin, “Green for I’m having a blast, please don’t stop.”

  They chuckle. “Sassy kitten,” Brody chides. “Are you going to be a good girl tonight?” His hands lift me up to a standing position.

  All we’ve done so far is some heavy petting, and already, my pussy feels swollen, heavy with need. Their forceful tones, their heated gazes, and their teasing touches have me quivering, desperate for more. “Yes, Mr. Payne.”

  Brody steps away from me. When he returns, it’s with a box of sex toys.

  Adrian rolls his eyes. “Brody likes his toys,” he remarks. “Me, I prefer to use my hands, feel the warmth of your skin, watch it redden, feel you wriggling on my lap.”

  Ignoring Adrian, Brody empties the contents of the toy box on the coffee table. Cool air brushes at my nipples as I wait for him to choose an assortment of butt plugs, nipple clamps, handcuffs, and paddles.

  “You’re going to like this, Fifi,” Brody says. “Come here.” He sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap so my back is against his muscled chest. I lean back with a soft moan. I’m so keyed up that the feel of his skin is making me squirm with pleasure.

  Adrian moves closer, his eyes predatory. He lowers his mouth to my nipple, squeezing my breast in his hand. I arch back in response, lust flooding through me. A sharp nip of his teeth sets me gasping, and I grind against Brody’s hard erection.

  “Fifi,” Brody growls, “If you keep squirming on my lap, I’m going to embarrass myself.”

  I grin in delight, powerfully glad that they’re just as affected by me as I am by them. Unfortunately, Adrian notices. He raises an eyebrow. “Do we amuse you, Fifi?” he asks, his voice da
ngerously polite.

  Uh-oh.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Lockhart,” I say contritely. “I wasn’t laughing at you,” I add in explanation.

  Adrian’s eyes narrow. “What were you smiling about then?”

  I flush, my cheeks heating in embarrassment. I don’t know if I’m ready to share how I feel.

  “Fifi.” Brody’s voice holds a note of warning. “There’s no dominance or submission without trust.”

  He’s right. Of course he is. If I can give them complete control over my body, I have to trust them in other areas as well. They’ve always proved themselves worthy. “I’m just glad you want me as much as I want you,” I admit, my voice sheepish. I don’t dare look at their faces. It’s too embarrassing.

  “Fifi.” Adrian sounds strained. “Look at me.”

  I meet his gaze, still discomfited. “This is still new,” he says, “but you should never doubt that we want you.” He traps my hand in his and brings it to his erection. “I can’t think straight around you, Fiona Clarke,” he says solemnly.

  Fiona Clarke. Not Fifi. These aren’t casually spoken words in the middle of a scene. He’s deliberately used my real name to get my attention.

  “Are we clear?”

  I can’t conceal the joy that fills me. “Yes, Mr. Lockhart,” I say happily. “Perfectly clear.”

  Brody’s lips tease my skin, nibbling hot kisses against the side of my neck, the blade of my shoulders. His callused hands glide down my body, tracing a path over the curve of my hips. I tremble, my entire body hungry for his touch.

  They urge me to my feet. “Part your legs,” Adrian says, his eyes gleaming with raw need. His fingers dip into my slick pussy, then he pushes them up to my mouth. “Taste yourself,” he orders. “See how wet you are.”

  So naughty. It feels so wicked to be naked between two men, sucking my juices from their fingers. My cheeks are flushed, and I’ve never been more aroused. Obeying their orders absolves me of any control. This is their scene; they’re in charge. All I need to do is follow instructions.

  Brody reaches for a glass buttplug and drizzles some lube on it. “I know you’re nervous,” he says. “Use your safewords if you need.”

  I want to try for them. “Yes, Mr. Payne.”

  “Good girl.” His approval sends a flush of warmth through me. “Watching you crawl toward us last week with a tail between your legs… I almost blew my load. You’re so fucking hot, Fifi. Spread your cheeks for me.”

  I freeze. I can’t do that. I can’t spread my cheeks apart and expose myself to their hungry gazes. It’s too mortifying.

  “Is there a problem, Fifi?” Adrian’s voice has a bite to it, and he swats my ass, hard.

  My insides twist. I can’t disappoint my dominants. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. With shaking fingers, I do as I’m told, my cheeks flaming.

  “Good girl,” Brody says again. “Wider.”

  I obey. I feel lube trickle over my clenched anus, and then the blunt tip of the buttplug is at my entrance. I whimper in discomfort as my tight hole stretches to accommodate its width.

  “Shhh.” Brody’s voice is calm and reassuring. “You can do this, kitten. You’re going to take this plug for me, aren’t you?”

  I want to please them. “Yes, Mr. Payne.”

  I force myself to relax. Adrian spreads my pussy open with his fingers and brushes a thumb over my clitoris. At the same time, Brody holds the plug against me, exerting steady pressure.

  And then it’s in me. Every nerve ending in my body blazes to life. “How does that feel?” Adrian asks, his voice cutting through the fog of lust I’m trapped in.

  “Filled,” I gasp. I can’t be expected to form complete sentences at a time like this. “Turned on.”

  “Sit down,” Adrian says. “Spread your legs.”

  He kneels in front of me, and I flush. Adrian is my dominant. I should be kneeling in front of him, not the other way around. “Mr. Lockhart,” I start, trying to slide to the floor. “I can’t… this isn’t....”

  Brody frowns. “Are you telling us what to do, Fifi?”

  Shit. I shake my head vigorously. “No, Mr. Payne.”

  “I want to make you quiver with pleasure, Fifi,” Adrian says, his voice intense. “I want your body trembling, aching. I want you screaming my name.” His tongue sweeps a long, broad path up my slit, and I moan. He traces a slow, delicate circle around my clitoris. My fingers clench into fists, and I throw my head back, pleasure overtaking me.

  Brody lowers his mouth onto my nipples, and I feel the sharp bite of nipple clamps, and I hiss as the pleasure-pain radiates through my body. “Too tight?” he asks.

  It hurts, but in a good way. “I’m fine.”

  “Good.” Brody’s tongue laps at my clamped buds, while Adrian rams his fingers in a forceful stroke into my dripping pussy. His mouth teases my clit, his fingers playing with the base of the plug.

  Desire overwhelms me, engulfs me. I can’t hold on. It’s all too much. The pressure at my nipples, the thrust of Adrian’s fingers into my pussy, the steady strokes of his tongue… “I’m coming,” I gasp out. My climax explodes over me.

  They aren’t done.

  Brody rolls a condom on his hard cock. He lifts me up and slides me down on his thick length, and I almost faint, I am that turned on. He is so big. My muscles stretch and burn, but I don’t care. The butt plug in my ass makes me feel extra filled.

  How will it feel with both of them? I wonder. One hard cock in my pussy, one in my ass.

  I bite my lip as desire floods through me.

  “What’s got you so turned on, kitten?” Brody gasps.

  I flush. He can probably feel how slick I am. “I’m thinking about both of you taking me at the same time.”

  Brody grins. “It’s safe to say you’ll find out tonight,” he promises me. “Now, ride me.”

  Adrian strips off his clothes. Fully naked, he kneels on the couch, his cock level with my face. I close my fingers around the base and take him in my mouth. “Deeper,” he orders, his voice rough.

  Brody’s hands are on my hips, urging me to move. The sensations rain down from all sides. The feel of Adrian’s thickness hitting the back of my throat, the hot slide of Brody’s cock in my pussy, the forbidden pleasure of the buttplug in my ass. My body is hungry for them, desperate for their touch.

  Brody’s fingers brush my clitoris, rubbing it and pinching it. “Too much,” I gasp as my arousal overflows. “I’m close...”

  “Come for us, Fifi.” Brody’s tone is gruff and strangely emotional.

  Even if I wanted to, I can’t hold back my orgasm. I need this. Trusting them, placing myself in their hands—it feels so freeing. My orgasm overwhelms me, and my muscles quiver and clench as I shudder my way to a second climax.

  “Keep going,” Adrian orders, as my rhythm falters. “Don’t stop.” There is a ragged edge in his voice. I’m getting to him. So far, their control has been impeccable, but finally, I sense a crack in their iron will.

  I grind down on Brody’s cock as I move my mouth over Adrian’s shaft, shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm. Adrian’s cock hardens as I tongue his length and trace a swirl around his head. His hands tighten in my hair. “Fifi,” he groans. “Ah fuck.” He pulls out abruptly. “I’ve got to have you now, kitten.”

  Finally.

  Brody lies down on the couch and positions me so I’m on top of him, facing him. His cock slides into my pussy, and his hands tighten around my waist. “Stay still.” His voice is an order. “Adrian’s going to take you in your ass.”

  “Yes, Mr. Payne,” I gasp. I want this. I turn my head and watch with glazed eyes as Adrian rolls a condom on his cock. I shiver as the butt plug is pulled out and a fresh trickle of lube is drizzled over my ass. “Relax,” Adrian’s voice soothes me. “This is about pleasure, Fifi.”

  Yes, it is.

  Adrian pushes into me, slowly and steadily until he’s fully buried. “Don’t hold back,” I beg. “Take me. I’m yo
urs.”

  Brody growls, while Adrian pulls out and thrusts forcefully into my ass. Their strokes increase in speed and power. I dig my nails into Brody’s biceps. With each stroke, my clamped nipples rub against Brody’s hard chest, setting them throbbing. My pussy is tingling, my clitoris swollen and engorged.

  I start to tremble in response to their strokes. Brody’s grip on my waist tightens as he nears his climax. Adrian’s thrusts get harder, less controlled. The three of us are trapped in a powerful rhythm, moving together, straining toward our orgasms.

  “Fuck,” Brody hisses as he comes. His climax is the final push that I need. I free-fall into my third climax, shaking, unable to stop trembling. Adrian isn’t far away. “Fifi,” he clenches out, his face distorted with pleasure as he erupts in me.

  They remove the clamps, and I yelp a little as blood rushes back to my pinched nipples. We lie in silence, collapsed in a pile on the couch. My body is drained, sated, and my mind is unfit for deep thought.

  But the thought’s still there.

  I think I’m falling in love with them.

  30

  Brody:

  We end up in Fiona’s bedroom and make full and creative use of the four-poster bed. The next morning, I wake up when the sun streams into the room. “No,” Fiona grumbles sleepily. “It’s too early.”

  I roll over and glance at the clock. “It’s nine, sweetheart.” Adrian’s nowhere to be seen. Good. I need to talk to Fiona alone.

  “Go away.” She pulls a sheet over her head and curls up into a ball.

  I survey her fondly. It’s been less than two weeks, but she’s become really important to me. “Not a morning person then.”

  “Mmm.”

  As much as I want to let her sleep, Adrian could be back any minute. “Fiona. This is important. Wake up.”

  “Okay.” She sits up, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. “Is something wrong?”

  “You talked to Downing’s submissive in the bathroom last night, didn’t you?”

  “Yes.” She gives me a cautious look. “I said I’d stay away from Raymond, and I did.”