A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series)

by Brooke, T

  Her hips arched off the bed, giving Manuel free reign over her body and he gripped her hips firmly as he continued to explore her depths with his tongue. He darted it in and out of her, lapping at her core before retreating and moving up to nip at her clit and tease the piercing in her clit hood, then he started all over again.

  Carla relaxed as she surrendered to the passion and desire being generated in her; almost immediately her body tensed again and she lost all reasoning as she came undone. Overwhelmed by the sensation she moaned into Jason’s mouth and dug her nails into his shoulders, her legs squeezing tight around Manuel’s head.

  Manuel’s fingers slowly pushed inside her and then pulled out, moving down to her untried rosebud. Gently he pushed the tip of his finger inside while she attempted to move away.

  Pulling her lips from Jason’s Carla protested the unwelcome invasion of Manuel’s fingers. She struggled against them as it dawned on her that they were planning on both having her at the same time. In her earlier panic she hadn’t realized what it might mean to have two lovers, now she did and panic set in. “Jason, Sir, please, I can’t!” She felt as though she was about to go into hysterics.

  “You can do this, Carla, and you will enjoy it,” Jason told her, his mouth claiming hers again for a brief moment. His hands traced their way over her body while Manuel’s mouth reclaimed her clit. The sensation was overwhelming after the orgasm she’d just had. “Trust me, I would never allow you to be here if I thought Manuel would hurt you. This isn’t what tonight is about.”

  His words, and Manuel’s mouth on her core, left her thoughts a jumble. She knew there were a hundred reasons she should be saying no, but the sensations were winning out over her fears. She felt herself building toward release again and whimpered when Manuel pulled away.

  “How do you want to take her?” Manuel asked, he was rock hard and knelt up to slide a condom onto his impressive length, keeping his eye on their beautiful conquest.

  “I will be the first to have that sexy little ass,” Jason said. He knew he was larger than Manuel, and his friend would be less invasive, but he was not prepared to trust his friend so far as to break her in, she was too important to him.

  Manuel lay down beside Carla. “Come ride me, baby,” he said, stroking himself. He ached to feel that sweet little cunt engulf his length.

  Carla bit her lip, almost drawing blood; he’d left her on the edge of fulfillment and her core was aching, but she still wasn’t sure she could do it. The thought of Jason entering her from behind was just a small part of her hesitation; she knew if she went through with it, nothing would ever be the same again.

  “Now, Carla!” Jason could see the indecision on her gorgeous face and refused to let her overthink the situation. The look of pleading she gave him made his resolve falter but he held firm. “Don’t make me ask you again, sweetheart.”

  Tears filled her eyes again; the endearment may have been gentle, but the look in his eyes told her he expected nothing less than her submission. Trembling she lifted herself over Manuel, who rubbed the head of his long cock briefly against her velvety lips. Looking away from both men she slowly lowered herself onto his length, noting as she did so difference in size between the two men.

  Manuel loved how tightly she gripped him, and his hands moved to her hips to guide her all the way down onto him. Her soft gasp of pleasure had him rotating his hips, eager to enjoy her as fully as he could. “So damn tight, little pet, you feel wonderful!”

  When she was fully impaled on him she rested her body against his, needing to catch her breath. Though not as well-endowed as Jason, Manuel’s size was still overwhelming for someone who had only recently lost her virginity, and she whimpered softly as her body stretched to accommodate him.

  “Ride him, sweet girl,” Jason demanded; seeing Carla impaled on his friend made his possessive nature flare but he forced it aside, focusing instead on the reason he had brought her there.

  He was a little disappointed to see passion on her face, mixed with disbelief that she was enjoying the experience, as she slowly lifted herself up and down, sliding herself along Manuel’s length.

  Climbing off the bed Jason stripped quickly. From a pocket of his pants he pulled out a small tube of lube and applied it liberally to his cock. With that done he returned to the bed, where he laid his hand on Carla’s back and gently pushed her down until she was prone on top of Manuel. He then covered his fingers with more of the lube and pressed his index finger against her tight rosebud; almost reluctantly her tight orifice gave way, allowing him to slide in.

  Carla gasped at the feeling as his finger penetrated her. Having him inside her at the same time as Manuel wasn’t horrible, but it did feel very strange. The strangeness changed to discomfort when Jason rotated his finger and eased a second in alongside the first, stretching her. “Sir!” she cried out softly, torn by the conflicting experiences, pleasure from Manuel and pain from Jason.

  “Relax for me, my sweet girl; enjoy the feeling of him deep inside your pussy.” He knew what he was about to do would be painful for her at first, but the more she relaxed the less painful it would be.

  Despite the things they had done since meeting he had never used that word before, it made her feel naughty, but also a little turned on. Forcing herself not to resist his invading fingers, or to try and evade them, she focused on the pleasure Manuel was giving her and did her best not to think about what Jason was doing.

  She was so damn tight, he thought, that he feared she wouldn’t be able to take him. He chided himself for not having prepared her properly as his fingers moved slowly in an out of her. “Baby, you need to relax as much as possible,” he told her. Removing his fingers he told hold of his cock and pressed it against her tight bud. Immediately she tensed and he knew he would never be able to get inside her as she was. “Carla, you have to relax! If you don’t relax this will be painful, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore than can be avoided.”

  Manuel moved his fingers down between their bodies and he tugged lightly on her piercing. “Focus on how good that feels, pet,” he spoke softly, attempting to divert her thoughts away from her Master. She felt so damn good he wanted to fuck her hard, but he knew that was not going to happen until Jason was inside her.

  The slight pull on her piercing sent a wave of pleasure soaring through Carla and she gasp. She needed more of that wonderful sensation and rotated her hips to encourage Manuel to continue. She couldn’t believe it was possible to feel so good while doing something she knew was so wrong.

  Despite the distraction Carla found it almost impossible to relax while being held on the edge of release, but she did her best.

  Jason pushed forward as her muscles unclenched and he was able to ease the head of his cock inside her tight chamber. Her soft cry of pain forced him to hold still, which was the opposite of what he wished to do; he wanted to thrust himself deep inside her but he held back, allowing her to become accustomed to him.

  “Stop,” Carla cried out. She was definitely not on board with what Jason was doing; the pain in her ass was unbearable. It felt as though she was being torn apart and she wished he would remove himself from her. She tried to pull away from him, to end the pain, but the movement only succeeded in allowing him to inch further into her, making her cry out again.

  “Don’t move, baby, I’m trying really hard not to hurt you.” Sweat formed on Jason’s brow as he resisted the urge to do as he desired.

  “Well you suck at it and it hurts, now stop!” She was definitely ready for it to be over. She didn’t care if he was mad with her, she was no longer feeling even the slightest bit of pleasure, the pain was overriding what Manuel was doing to her.

  He chuckled and shook his head, then groaned at how good she felt, even only just inside her. “It gets better, if it didn’t no one would ever do it.”

  He’d used that line with her before, and then he had been telling the truth. That time though he was full of shit, she was sure, but knew there
was nothing she could do then to stop him. “Then hurry up and make it feel better, this hurts.” She was whining, but didn’t care, as far as she was concerned she had a perfectly good reason for whining. She couldn’t imagine why anyone would want a dick in their ass, it was unnatural and painful; pleasure was not supposed to be painful.

  “I’d tell you to put her over your knee for her insolence,” Manuel said with a chuckle, “but right now I’m about to get blue balls.” His cock throbbed with his need for release.

  Carla was both amazed and disturbed that the two men found the situation humorous. “I’m glad you guys are having a good time here,” Carla snapped, surprising herself with her reaction to what was going on, “but this bloody hurts, Sir!” She added the honorific almost as an afterthought.

  “I think the lady is telling us to get on with it, Manuel.” Jason was proud of his girl, even if he was going to have to punish her later for her behavior. Then again, he thought as he inched himself deeper into her and heard her whimper, perhaps this was more punishment than she deserved.

  It wasn’t the first time he’d taken a girl’s anal cherry, but he had never done so before while she had another man’s cock buried in her pussy. He supposed it wasn’t one of his most brilliant ideas, but it was too late to back away from it.

  He could feel that she was doing her best not to clench herself against him as he finally managed to fill her completely, and knew she wasn’t enjoying it. He was sure that having both of them inside of her at the same time was stretching to a point that was more than a little uncomfortable.

  “Manuel, she is way too tight,” Jason said; the expression on Carla’s face as she looked over her shoulder at him suggested if he tried to move right then she would safe word her way out of the situation, and that would be the end of everything. He had no desire to push things that far. “I think we’re going to have to reverse positions.”

  Slowly and carefully the two men turned over, keeping themselves within her. When they had settled themselves Manuel began to thrust into her, his movements slow and steady.

  Carla felt like a stuffed sausage as Manuel pumped into her from the front and Jason held still inside her ass, once more she wished for it all to end.

  Wanting their little pet to enjoy things, and to find her own release, even as his own building within him, Manuel slid himself out of her and rubbed the head of his cock against her piercing before sliding back in with agonizing slowness. The change in her facial expression was immediate. Having found a rhythm that pleased her he continued the gentle lovemaking, holding back his own needs as he attempted to give her a night she would not soon forget.

  Her core clenched him tightly at the delicious friction. The strange fullness in her ass was starting to enhance the feelings and she found herself moving back and forth as both of them impaled her. Soft sounds, foreign to her ears, escaped her lips as she felt her body tensing, rising to a pinnacle of pleasure that seemed to remain tantalizingly just out of reach. “Please, Sirs!” she cried out, needing more desperately than ever to come undone.

  “That’s my sweet girl,” Jason soothed as Manuel increased his thrusts and he felt his own release build. Moving his fingers between their bodies he tugged on her piercing. That single act was enough to push her over the edge and her cry of pleasure echoed off the walls as she came violently.

  Her cry was enough to send both men over the edge and they found their release simultaneously.

  Not wanting to crush the girl Manuel withdrew from her and rolled off, settling onto the bed next to her. Looking at her as she lay there, a sheen of sweat covering her beautiful body, he knew if he was offered the opportunity to enjoy a second evening of pleasure with her he would take it. Now that he had experienced her he could understand his friend’s confused feelings, he was sure he would feel something similar if he were to spend too much time with her.

  “Still hate me, sweet girl?” Jason asked of Carla when she had regained her breath and awkwardly pulled herself off him.

  Her ass throbbed as his now limp member slipped from her ass. “I’m still thinking about it, Sir,” she said, rolling off him onto the other side of the bed she grabbed the sheet and covered herself. She wasn’t sure how she felt, but hate seemed too strong a word; she needed time to digest everything that had happened, and she had allowed to happen.

  “If you’re recovered enough, I think we should go back to our hotel and talk about it.” He wasn’t sure if she was serious or not and so kept his voice sincere. He had definitely pushed her limits, he knew, and he felt more than a little guilty for the decision he had made.

  “Thank you for a wonderful evening, babe.” He leaned over to kiss her cheek softly. The blush on her cheeks told him how uncomfortable she was and he resolved to discuss things with her fully just as soon as they were alone. Manuel pointed them to one bathroom while he made for the other.

  They showered without speaking; Jason could sense her uncertainty and wanted to get her back to their hotel so they could talk. He needed to reassure himself that he hadn’t made a horrible mistake with her.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Carla was quiet during the boat ride back to their island and Jason noted she had a distant look in her eyes. A look filled with uncertainty and pain. For the most part he wasn’t an emotional man; in his experience emotions only got in the way, and he preferred to keep his life as well ordered as possible.

  Business and pleasure, he planned it all carefully so as to avoid problems and complications. For the first time in his life he found things moving in a fashion he hadn’t ordered, and it left him feeling out of sorts.

  The scene with Manuel was one he had played out more than a dozen times with other submissives. His ten night plan, as he liked to label it, brought women into his life that were compatible with what he demanded; if a woman didn’t enjoy his ideas then they didn’t belong in his life. At least that was what he’d always believed in the past; tonight had been different, but he wasn’t sure why.

  Carla had submitted to his will, just as he had wanted, but he found little joy in having conquered her. The women in his past were experienced in his way of life and having them submit to his will was satisfying, conquering his Carla, despite her bravado, felt wrong.

  To his surprise he felt ashamed. He knew she could have used her safe word to end things, but doing so would have ended things between them permanently, he had made that clear. What choice had he given her? None he realized. He had manipulated and pushed her into doing what he wanted, with little thought for her feelings.

  Taking a deep breath he allowed that realization to settle into his mind as they got out of the boat and made their way up to the hotel.

  Struggling with the guilt and shame that filled her Carla trailed along behind Jason, not really aware that he was actually in front of her. All she could do was think about what she had done.

  Much as she wanted to, she realized she couldn’t blame Jason; he hadn’t truly forced her to go through with the encounter with Manuel. She could have stopped things any time she wanted, he had given her the ability to stop anything that he wanted her to do right from the very first night. She had become exactly what he had called her earlier; she thought miserably, she had become a slut.

  Stepping into the elevator Carla noticed Jason’s presence beside her, but still refused to look at him. He body was sore from being invaded in ways that were unknown to her, and the aches drove home how far she had allowed things to go, which didn’t help her frame of mind.

  When they finally reached their floor she waited patiently for him to open the door to their room, and then hurried off to the bathroom. Locking the door she sank to the floor, her back resting against it, and dropped her head to her knees, crying.

  He should go to her, Jason thought as he paced the main room of their suite, he should go to her and talk to her, comfort her, do something to try and make things right after what he had put her through.

  In the end he walked over
to the bar, poured himself a double scotch and downed it in one gulp. He wasn’t a big drinker, in his opinion it didn’t pay to mix alcohol and the things he enjoyed doing, but tonight was definitely cause to make an exception.

  He couldn’t deny that he’d enjoyed taking Carla’s sweet ass, it had been fucking great in fact, but having some other man intimately involved with her had pissed him off. It had been at his instigation and with his encouragement, but he still didn’t like it. If he hadn’t been friends with Manuel for so long he doubted he would ever be comfortable in the same room with him again.

  His thoughts made reality hit home hard; he wanted Carla, but he wanted her for himself, no other man would ever put his hands on her again. If any man tried he would crush their skull. The violence of his thoughts shocked him; he’d always been possessive of the women he’d owned, it was his nature, but never to the extent he felt towards Carla.

  Always before he had gotten off on sharing them, on making them do things they would never have dreamed of before meeting him, but he knew he would never again be able to share Carla, she was his, and his alone.

  Pouring himself another he gulped it down.

  It took her a few minutes but Carla finally pulled herself together and got to her feet. Stripping off her dress and underwear she tossed them aside and stepped into the shower. Though she had taken a shower with Jason before leaving Manuel’s she still felt dirty.

  Standing under the cascading water she kept turning the lever until the water was so hot it almost scalded her, and it lashed down with such intensity she wouldn’t have been surprised if it had left bruises. She scrubbed herself furiously while the water beat into her skin, her mind a confused blur of conflicting emotions.

  She wanted to go home, to get as far away from Jason and what had happened as possible, but at the same time she didn’t want to leave him. She wanted to scream at him for being an unfeeling bastard, and wanted to beg him not to leave her. She felt no better when she finally turned the water off and stepped out, she was still confused and tormented. At that moment she hated that she loved him, and wished she could kick him in the balls, just so he would feel some of the pain she was.