Theirs to Claim

by Lillian Cole

  “Great but I’m starving.”

  “Good. So am I.” His eyes meet mine, intense and sharp. “Go get your things. I’ll be out in a minute,” he tells her, and Julie quickly retreats, leaving me and her husband all alone. His gaze shifts to the roses on my credenza then back to me. “I hope you liked the flowers.”

  “They’re beautiful.” I lean back in my chair, studying him. His presence is unnerving, yet I can feel my body reacting to his close proximity as he looks around my office. “But you don’t have to worry about me touching her.”

  “Shame. I was looking forward to punishing you.”

  The image he paints with the tone of his words has me shifting my legs, uncrossing and crossing them again. “Sorry to disappoint but I’m not into pain or fucking my employees or their husbands.”

  He moves to the front of my desk, leaning down to place his large hands on the shiny wood. His eyes burn with desire and something else. Something that has my heart pounding hard in my chest. “Well your body seems to think differently. Because I know for a fact you’re wet just thinking about the filthy things I want to do to you. Your cheeks are red and I’d bet a month’s pay your nipples are hard and tight, yearning for my mouth.” He raises a careful brow. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

  I swallow thickly. “You’re wrong.”

  He laughs and the sound vibrates across my skin, causing goose bumps to pebble on my flesh. “We’ll see about that.”

  And with a little more than a parting glance they leave my office. I release a long sigh, sinking farther down into my chair. Yeah, maybe I’m not the master of this game after all.

  ***

  The next few days that follow are a practice in self-control. It doesn’t help that Julie is determined to make me fail at not touching her. At least that’s what it feels like anyway. Every look feels amplified, lingering longer than necessary, as if silently begging me to fuck her with my tongue. The flutter of her eyes when I give her a task and the way her supple lips mouth the words...

  Yes, ma’am.

  The way her delicate fingers tuck the loose strands of hair behind her ear. Every movement. Every gesture sends warning signals to my brain.

  By the end of the day on Friday, I’m like a live wire twitching near a puddle of water. It’s nearing five o’clock and I’m so anxious to get out of here. I’ve already lined up a hookup from the website tonight. Anything to get my mind off Nash and Julie, but I’m not even looking forward to it.

  I stop by Levi’s office before heading to the ladies’ room to freshen up since I’m not bothering to go home after work. I quickly fill him in on today’s progress then make my way down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, I begin touching up my makeup when the door opens behind me and Julie steps in, a wicked smile stretching her full lips.

  “What are you doing?”

  “What you won’t,” she replies, turning the lock of the door.

  I spin around to face her. “You’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.”

  “I know, but as long as it wins you over in the end, I don’t care.”

  She crowds me against the counter, invading my personal space, her signature smell swallowing me whole. Tilting her head, she claims my lips in a sensual kiss, her soft lips coaxing mine. Her hands move to cradle my face, holding me in place as she plunges her hot, wet tongue deep in my mouth.

  “God, I’ve wanted to do this all week,” she confesses against my mouth.

  She tastes incredible. I can’t get enough of her. My hand slips beneath the hem of her skirt, seeking that hungry, wet cunt I know is waiting for me. She gasps when I dip my fingers beneath her panties, pushing two fingers inside of her.

  “Come home with me?” she begs, her hot breath on my lips.

  “Why?”

  “Because I want to watch my husband fuck you.”

  “Christ, you’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” I say, thrusting my fingers in and out. “What will you do while he fucks me?”

  “Whatever you want me to do.”

  “What if I told you I want you to lick his ass while he fucks me. Then I want you to lick his cum from my dripping cunt.”

  “Oh God yes,” she whimpers.

  I hoist her up onto the counter, spreading her legs nice and wide before pulling her wet panties aside. “But first, I want to earn my punishment.” I dip my tongue between her dampened slit and her hips shoot up, seeking my mouth. “Such an eager, hungry kitty,” I say, slapping her thigh. “Be still so I can make you come.”

  God, she’s so perfect.

  Beautiful.

  I’ve always loved women. The softness of their skin, the sweet taste of their body, but Julie is so much more than that. She’s the breath of life I feel like I’ve been waiting for, and it’s not just her I want.

  It’s him, too.

  Standing up, I pull that lip free with my thumb and yank her blouse open before dragging my lips down her soft, heated skin.

  Her throat.

  Her chest.

  Then I tug on one of the cups of her bra, taking a nipple inside of my mouth. Julie moans, moving her hand to cup the back of my head. I scrape the skin with my teeth as I move down farther, back to the honey hole where I know my reward awaits.

  Nash might punish me but not before I claim my prize.

  12

  Nash

  I have a very special treat for you, Master.

  I read the text at least six times before my brain kicks in and I call her. She relays the day’s events and what just happened in the ladies’ room at work. I’m not surprised. Though I thought it would take longer to break her down.

  This could not have gone better.

  I end the call and get back to work on cooking dinner. Half an hour later, I hear Julie’s car pull into the garage. They both walk in from the kitchen door, Julie walking up to me right away and greeting me with a sensual kiss. I can taste Jayla on her lips and it sends a jolt straight to my cock.

  I look up to see Jayla watching us from across the room.

  “Hope you ladies are hungry,” I say, kissing Julie’s forehead.

  “Famished,” Jayla whispers, watching us closely.

  Julie shifts her gaze between us, excitement dancing in her eyes. “I’m going to change and freshen up. I’ll be right back.”

  Once Julie is out of the kitchen, I turn my attention back to Jayla. “Please have a seat.” I point to the stool at the island. “Glass of wine?”

  “Yes, please.”

  She takes a seat and looks around the spacious kitchen. “This house is incredible.”

  “Thanks, I built it myself.”

  “What do you do?”

  “I run my own construction company,” I reply, pouring a glass of red and placing it in front of her.

  She licks her lips and schools her features, trying to hide the effect I have on her. “What are you cooking? It smells wonderful.”

  I return to the stove and begin plating the food. “Grilled chicken Alfredo. Julie’s favorite.”

  Julie returns moments later wearing a pink satin robe that stops about mid-thigh. It’s her normal evening attire. Well, that is, until after dinner and then she wears nothing. My cock grows thick in my jeans as she offers me a shy smile.

  I place the bowl of pasta and bread on the table then pull out a chair and motion for Jayla to take a seat. Collecting her glass of wine, she obeys. I sit down at the head of the table and Julie kneels on her pillow beside me with her hands placed on top of her thighs, head bowed while I load my plate with pasta and two pieces of bread.

  “Please, help yourself,” I tell Jayla.

  She furrows her brows, nodding toward Julie.

  “What is she doing?”

  I twirl some of the pasta onto the fork and stab a small piece of the grilled chicken, bringing it to Julie’s mouth. “Waiting for her master to feed her.”

  Julie moans in appreciation as she slowly chews her food. I bring the glass of wine to her lips a
nd she sips then I repeat the process all over again.

  “You feed her like that every night?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it gives me pleasure,” I tell her simply.

  Jayla blinks as if that is the most absurd answer I could have given her but after a few moments fills her plate with pasta and begins to eat.

  I continue feeding my beloved, taking turns feeding myself between bites. After a while, Jayla finally asks, “How did you two meet?”

  I smile, remembering the first time I saw Julie. Her pretty pale skin and wide eyes, begging for someone to love her. “Would you like to tell her, darling?”

  Julie nods with a smile. “I was working at a coffee shop and he would stop in often before work every morning. I was shy at first and he was very...intimidating. I was afraid of him. I’d also never had a serious boyfriend or been in a relationship so I didn’t really know how to act. But he pursued me relentlessly, and then one night, I finally gave in and it was the best decision I ever made,” she says, resting her head on my thigh. Closing her eyes, she sighs as I brush my hand over her head, a sense of contentment washing over her.

  Laying down her fork, Jayla looks on with a mix of curiosity and desire.

  “Submitting to another does not mean giving up control. Julie is the one who holds all of the power.”

  Jayla scoffs. “It certainly doesn’t appear that way.”

  “Her submission is a choice. We have a clear understanding of what our relationship consists of. What we need from one another. Nothing is done without consent.”

  “Then what do you need me for? You obviously have everything you need.”

  “Not necessarily.”

  “I can’t be like her.”

  “I don’t want you to be like her. I want you to submit in your own way. You will have your own set of limits and boundaries and we can explore those together. If you just give us a chance.”

  “I don’t know if I can.”

  “What are you so afraid of?”

  She hesitates, looking down at her plate before bringing her gaze back to mine. “I dated a guy once who always had to be in control. He tried to tell me what to do. What to wear. He wanted to dictate every aspect of my life and I just—I can’t be that woman. A woman who takes orders from another man.”

  I smile.

  “The only place I want to control you is in the bedroom and even there, I will never make you do anything you don’t want to. You have a safe word, remember.”

  “Blue.”

  “That’s right. If you say that word at any time, everything stops.”

  “Just like that?”

  “Just like that.”

  Her eyes hold mine and I can see the conflict in them. The need to resist. The need to submit. She wants this as much as we do. I can feel it.

  She just has to trust it.

  13

  Jayla

  I’ve never been scared of anything but this terrifies me. However, I can’t help but wonder what it would be like to give myself over to him. To her.

  To them.

  To be owned and loved and claimed.

  After Devin, I never thought I could give up control like that again. But Nash makes me want things I never imagined. He makes me want to please him in ways only my darkest fantasies would allow. And seeing him with Julie, how precious she is to him–it only makes me want him more.

  Julie lifts her head from his thigh and Nash shifts in his seat, widening his legs as Julie begins unbuckling his belt and the button of his jeans before drawing down his zipper. She pulls his cock out, giving it several strokes before taking him in her greedy, hot mouth.

  Watching them together has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Julie on her knees between his open legs, sucking his enormous cock, is enough to make me want to kneel down in front of him too and join in, but I remain in my seat, enjoying the show instead. My clit throbs, and the ache they have created is almost unbearable.

  Before I can stop myself, I’m placing my napkin on my half-eaten plate of pasta and sliding from my chair to my knees. The look on Nash’s face is one of pure satisfaction, and a thrill races down my spine at the thought of pleasing him.

  I crawl over to him then lean forward, licking the underside of Nash’s balls as Julie continues to suck his fat cock. He lets go of a hiss and I do it again. Julie releases his cock long enough to share a kiss with me then brings the head of his cock to my lips. I take the head in my mouth, teasing him with my tongue before I slide him deeper.

  “Fuck,” he grits, clutching a fistful of my hair as he begins guiding my movements. We both take turns sucking him, our sloppy mouths hungry and eager for his cock. Eventually, his entire body grows tense as he comes in Julie’s mouth. She swallows each drop and I find myself jealous that I didn’t get any. She brings my lips to her and I can taste his salty essence.

  “Bedroom. Now,” Nash demands.

  Julie takes my hand, leading me upstairs to the master bedroom, but Nash doesn’t follow.

  “Is he not coming?”

  “He will be here soon,” she says as we enter the bedroom. “We must be ready for him.”

  She helps me take off my clothes then removes her robe. She takes my mouth in a heated kiss, pressing her forehead to mine.

  “Kneel on the floor. Hands on top of your thighs, head down,” Julie commands, and a shiver racks my body.

  God, she’s so hot when she’s like this.

  My heart thunders in my chest as my knees hit the floor. I place my hands on top of my thighs and angle my head toward the floor like she instructed.

  “Good girl,” she coos, petting my head. Her praise warms my blood and I find myself smiling.

  I feel him before I see him, his presence a force that is so powerful my nipples tighten in response and my pussy aches. I want to lift my head to look at him but something tells me neither of them would approve of that.

  His bare feet move in front of me and I hold my breath, anticipation threading through my veins.

  “You look magnificent like this, Jayla,” he says in a deep voice that skitters over my skin, causing goose bumps to pebble my flesh. “Look at me.”

  Lifting my gaze to his, I gasp. His eyes are dark and heavy with desire. “The safe word is still the same. Do you remember what it is?”

  I nod.

  “Good. Before we begin, you’re to be punished for disobeying me,” he says, removing his belt from his jeans. A shot of fear rushes through me but I remember what he said before. I hold all of the control. If I speak my safe word, everything stops. I can do this.

  “Stand up and brace your hands on the bed.”

  I get to my feet and move to the side of the bed. Julie is lying in the middle with her legs spread wide as she touches herself. My mouth waters to taste her.

  “I want you to count out loud.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Nash leans forward, his hot breath tickling the shell of my ear as his hard cock presses into my ass. “Good girl.”

  His body moves away from mine and I whimper at the loss of heat. “Do not come unless I tell you to, understand?”

  I nod.

  “I want words, Jayla.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  The first strike takes me by surprise and I gasp, clutching the comforter in my fists.

  “One,” I whisper, pain radiating through the lower half of my body but with it comes a wave of pleasure. My core throbs as he lands another strike, this time in a different spot.

  “Two.”

  His hand moves between my legs, dragging his fingers through my drenched folds. A sense of euphoria washes over me. How can someone get off on pain? I mean, I know people do, but I never thought I would. It’s exhilarating and exciting and terrifying how well he knows my body. His fingers delve deep and I feel the orgasm building low in my belly. I clench my jaw, trying to hold back, but it’s hard when he makes me feel this good. Julie is not helping either.
She’s finger fucking herself, her wet fingers sliding in and out of her tight little hole, getting off on the sight before her. She rubs her swollen clit, eyes dancing with mischief.

  Nash growls, removing his hands before landing another strike on my ass.

  I cry out this time, unable to hold back. I continue to count as he lands blow after blow, stopping in-between to rub my clit. My body jerks with every strike, the pain and pleasure merging as one. By the time he reaches ten, my ass and pussy are on fire; I can feel my arousal sliding down my inner thigh.

  “Please, let me come,” I beg.

  The belt lands next to my hand on the bed and I feel the brush of his denim on my tender ass. His hand fists in my hair, yanking my head back to the point of pain. “I’m going to fuck you now and if you’re a good girl, I might let you come.”

  “God yes.”

  He steps back to remove his jeans as Julie shifts closer. Nash’s cock nudges my opening and I gasp when he slides in on a deep thrust. I drop forward onto my elbows as Julie slides forward to offer me her wet pussy. I dip my tongue into her creamy hole, tasting her sweet cum on my lips. She cries out, holding my head in place as Nash fucks me from behind. He’s not nice about it either. His thrusts are hard.

  Brutal.

  Reaching down deep where the ache starts. Claiming me from the inside out. His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place so there’s no way to escape his delicious fucks. My mind spins, desperate for release.

  “Please,” I beg.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see the belt leave the bed then feel the leather around my throat. It’s not tight enough to cut off my airway but it’s close. Julie’s eyes hold mine as she gets to her knees and kisses me deeply. Their possession has me inching closer and closer to the edge.

  “Come,” Nash demands, landing a hand on my ass. My body explodes, stars dancing before my eyes as I come harder than I ever have in my life. The belt around my neck loosens, and as air moves fully through my lungs once more, another orgasm quickly follows. Nash continues to thrust in and out, chasing his own release before finally emptying himself inside of me on a pained roar. I collapse on the bed, burying my face in the comforter. Nash pulls out of me and then I feel Julie’s soft lips on my pussy as she sucks out her husband’s cum.