As his gaze raked over her, Geena felt herself growing even wetter with anticipation.
“No, wait,” Flynn said. “One thing more.” Scooping up her dropped cat mask, he lowered it back over her face and regarded the results with a satisfied smile. “Yes. Yes, that’s the little kitty who wanted to play.”
Snagging a chair from beneath a nearby counter, he drew it toward her and sat down, his knees spread. “Now, little kitty cat, bring me those tits.”
Nervously, Geena glanced at Russ.
Flynn barked impatiently, “Now, kitty! Or no cream for supper.”
Blushing furiously, Geena shuffled forward, feeling doubly awkward with her hands tied behind her. As she moved, she felt the soft thwap of leather against her thighs, and realized Flynn had used his belt to bind her wrists. The buckle was pressed against the back of her right wrist, and the extra leather hung down, slapping her legs softly with every step. The sensation made her acutely aware of her body, naked but for the skimpy g-string, her pink, tender flesh exposed to the two watching men.
She stopped in front of Flynn, her chin tilted downward, aware of nothing but the excitement thrumming through her nerves and pulsing in her clit. She didn’t dare raise her head. Flynn would see her arousal in her eyes, she knew it.
“Very good,” he murmured. “But you were so eager before. I thought you were going to push your tits right into my face. You wanted to, didn’t you, Geena?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
“Yes, I wanted to.”
“Show me them now.”
Geena lifted her ribcage, thrusting her breasts forward. Her skin tingled, and her nipples were so taut they burned.
“Closer, Geena.”
Placing herself between Flynn’s long, hard thighs, Geena arched her back like a cat, pulling her shoulders back and forcing her breasts as far forward as they’d go. She panted, aching for his touch, but Flynn didn’t touch her. She was so close to him she could feel his breath on her skin, tickling her nipples. The nearness was intoxicating, maddening.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Oh God, please!”
From under her lowered lashes, she saw Flynn glance at Russ. Amusement and triumph flickered in his eyes as he said, “Oh, Russ, you caught a live one.” Then Flynn looked at her, and Geena gasped as those green eyes seemed to flay her very soul.
His smile mocked her as he raised his hands, trailing one finger over each of her breasts. She quivered under that light, teasing touch, biting her lip as fire seared through her body. Slowly, his fingers circled her breasts, drawing closer and closer to the hard, furrowed points of her nipples.
Trembling, Geena fought to hold herself still, terrified he’d stop if she so much as moved. His smile widened, and he spread his hands over her breasts, squeezing them firmly. “Lovely,” he whispered, and lowered his mouth to one nipple.
Lust thudded in her crotch as his lips closed around it, and the room seemed to spin around her. Every tug of his mouth sent a bolt of sensation straight to her clit, and Geena moaned as he sucked, first one breast, then the other. Arching her back further, she pressed her breasts forward, wanting him to suck harder.
He jerked his head back and glared up at her. “You’re being overeager again. That’s a fault. One we’ll have to correct, won’t we?”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered urgently. “I’m sorry!”
“I’m sure you are. But bad kitties have to be punished, don’t they, Geena?” And with a hard grin, he grabbed her arm, tumbling her effortlessly over his lap.
She sprawled across him, her butt in the air, bare but for the tiny strip of fabric between her ass cheeks. Her hands still bound behind her, Geena couldn’t even move as Flynn shifted her slightly, bringing her ass up higher. She could feel his erection against her hip, pulsing beneath the soft denim of his jeans.
Her ass tingled, tilted vulnerably up toward Flynn, utterly exposed to whatever punishment he chose to mete out. Her torso hung down, her face pressed against the side of Flynn’s calf. Through the slits in her mask she could see Russ’s feet on the far side of the chair as he moved around to get a better view.
Then Flynn’s hand came down, hard, and she bucked and cried out. Another stinging slap, across both cheeks this time. Geena moaned against Flynn’s leg, and spread her legs slightly. Responding to her silent plea, he tugged her g-string down, sliding it off. Finding her clit, he flicked it once, and she groaned. He traced a finger through her sodden folds, spreading her juices up the cleft of her ass and smearing them over her tight, puckered hole.
From the far side of the chair, Geena heard Russ’s hoarse, ragged intake of breath.
That tickling, teasing finger withdrew, and Flynn smacked her so hard she jerked on his lap.
“Again?”
Geena bit her lip—was Flynn talking to her? Then she heard Russ answer, his voice thick with lust. “Yes.”
Flynn’s hand came down again sharply. She shrieked, quivering, and heard Russ groan. She imagined his gaze, glued to her upturned bottom, seeing the moisture trickling between her furred lips, and she whimpered with longing.
Answering her need, Flynn spanked her again, settling into a steady rhythm. Geena panted, feeling the slowly-increasing burn of his slaps spread through her limbs till she was shaking like a leaf. Her cunt was on fire, her lips so swollen they were begging to be pierced. Each solid spank made her writhe on his lap, and she was acutely aware that her motions were rubbing his cock, making it strain even harder against her.
“Do you see what happens when you’re bad, Geena?” Flynn growled.
“Yes,” she breathed, entranced by the smoky lust curling through his voice.
“Do you see why you need to be punished?”
She nodded, unable to speak. Never in her life had she been so conscious of her ass as she was now. Every inch of it was stinging, and she knew the twin curves of her cheeks were pink from the paddling he was giving her. She could feel Russ behind her, watching avidly, and she thrust her hips higher, spreading her thighs to his view.
“Oh, Geena,” Flynn whispered. “Such an eager kitten you are.” Caressing her upturned cheeks, he cupped them in his hands, spreading them apart. She could feel the cool air on her exposed rectum, and a strange, nervous yearning thrilled through her.
She was almost disappointed when Flynn let go of her ass and commanded, “Now get on your knees.”
Awkwardly, she wriggled off his lap and onto the floor. “Knees together,” he ordered, and she knelt between his thighs, her back straight, and her chin down. Flynn unbuttoned his jeans, and the hard, purple head of his cock jutted out. Geena moaned in longing as she saw the pearl of pre-come gleaming on its tip.
Cutting her eyes toward Russ, she saw his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his gorgeous abs. His pants were open too, and excitement thrilled through her as she realized his strong workman’s hands were clamped around his cock. He tugged the thick, swollen shaft in one fist while his other—oh, God!—was massaging his balls. His gaze was fixed hungrily on her kneeling body, drinking it in.
Could this possibly be Russ? Her tender, considerate lover, always so gentle, so undemanding? The look in his eyes now was voracious. It made her knees quiver even as Flynn leaned forward and she turned her attention back toward him.
“Now, kitty, where were we? Ah, yes.” Smiling, Flynn seized her nipples, pinching them painfully. The flare of sensation almost tilted her over the brink, right there. She hung, quivering, on the very edge as he toyed with her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, then cupping their full weight and squeezing. Geena watched, transfixed, as Flynn’s cock flexed, and the bead of pearly fluid slid from its gaping slit and trickled down the curve of his glans.
“Oh, look, she’s hungry, Russ. Should we feed her?”
Geena felt her head tilted up roughly. Then Russ closed his hands in her hair, turning her masked face toward him. His thick, heavy cock nudged at her lips and
she opened them, gazing up at him as Flynn tormented her breasts, kneading them like a cat, then gripping the nipples and twisting them till she moaned with the intensity of the sensation.
Russ’s eyelids closed, his face suffusing with a look of ecstasy at the vibration of her voice against his shaft. Eagerly, she pushed her mouth down around it, glorying in the way his fingers tightened in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper.
Lashing her tongue over the bulging veins, she groaned as Flynn pinched her nipples mercilessly. Just when she was sure she couldn’t take any more, that she was going to come just from him torturing her breasts, Flynn released them and unzipped his jeans fully.
Geena whimpered as Russ pulled out of her mouth. Then he moved behind her and sank to his knees, even as Flynn bared his cock before her. It was as hard and finely shaped as everything else about him: the shaft long and rigid, the head flaring out in a smooth, tempting curve.
She licked her lips, and Flynn smiled lazily, exchanging a look with Russ over her back. “Come and get it then, kitty. Come get your cream.”
Eagerly, she bent forward—and then her arms were yanked back as Russ pulled on the belt strap, restraining her. Lust whirled in her mind as she realized she was pinioned between them, helpless, strung like a quivering wire between the lure of Flynn’s erection and the firmness of Russ’s cock, pressed tight against her still-tingling ass. She felt Russ shift slightly, and his cock nudged against her sodden folds, not penetrating, just teasing her opening.
Writhing, she moved between them, craning her neck forward, thrusting her ass back, wanting those beautiful cocks buried inside her. With consummate skill, Russ loosened his hold on the strap, letting her get so close to Flynn’s cock she could smell the musky, salty scent of him, but never quite taste it before Russ tugged her back. Thrusting her tongue forward, she stretched it to its limit, and heard Flynn chuckle delightedly as he watched her struggles.
“Oh, she really is an eager thing, Russ. Wherever did you discover her?”
“I didn’t—until tonight.” Russ’s voice was a rueful blend of chagrin and lust.
At his tone, Geena craned her neck around, trying to see him. “Russ...”
Russ reached out and slid the mask back from her face, then tilted his head, letting her see his smile. The warmth in his eyes reassured her.
Then, with no preamble, no warning whatsoever, he grabbed her hips with one hand and slammed his cock home.
She cried out in delight as his shaft pounded into her, bruisingly hard. His thrust rocked her forward, with only his swift jerk on the belt strap keeping her upright, and Geena found her mouth suddenly full of Flynn’s hot, pulsing shaft.
Eagerly, she sucked it, drawing back for a moment to lap at the tip. Darting her tongue into the small, gaping slit, she licked hungrily, catching each salty-sweet drop of Flynn’s juices as they leaked out. With a groan, Flynn thrust his hands into her curls and shoved her head downward.
Geena moaned, loving the feeling of being trapped between them. Russ’s hands clamped down hard on her still-stinging ass, pinning her beneath him as he rammed his cock into her. Flynn’s fingers worked through her hair, then closed into fists and forced her head downward till her chin brushed his balls.
Groaning, he whispered hoarsely, “I take it back, Russ. I take it all back. I most definitely, absolutely, completely approve.”
Russ chuckled breathlessly, even as Geena felt his thrusts deepen. “I told you, I love her. This is just the icing on the cake.”
“Speaking of icing...” Flynn growled between clenched teeth. Geena felt his balls tighten. Then, with a rush, he was coming in her mouth, groaning harshly as he pumped his cock deep into her throat, shoving her head down hard on his pulsing shaft.
His climax exploded outward, drenching her throat in wave after wave of hot, salty cream. Geena swallowed enthusiastically, milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft even as she felt Russ yank her hips higher. He squeezed her ass with one hand as he slid the other down between her thighs, and then—oh, glory! He was rubbing her clit, working his strong fingers over her hard, engorged nub.
His breath grew ragged as he jabbed into her, fucking her with a frenzy she’d despaired of ever inspiring in him. Releasing Flynn’s cock, Geena bent forward till her breasts were pressed against the floor, her ass thrust up toward her soon-to-be-husband, wide open and ready for whatever he wanted.
She heard him swallow as he froze, fighting for control, and knew he was looking down at her, mesmerized by the sight of that pink, upturned ass. “Oh, Geena,” he whispered, his voice harsh with need.
She could feel his cock throbbing, thickening further with his approaching climax. Eagerly, she nudged back against it, egging him on, but he clamped his hand on her hip, forcing her still.
She waited, fighting her own impatience as he withdrew his hand. Then, a second later, she felt his finger, slick with saliva, glide down the crack of her ass and nudge against her tight hole.
Geena whimpered, holding herself rigid as his finger slowly eased into her, then drew back and trailed down to where their bodies joined together, gathering more moisture. Returning again to that unexplored opening, he prodded it lightly, teasingly. Gradually, his finger invaded her, spreading her open, stroking smoothly against the tender tissues as he pressed deeper.
The sensation was both uncomfortable and incredibly arousing. His cock swelled inside her, stretching her cunt, and she felt so completely filled, impaled utterly on his finger and his rock-hard shaft. Her pulse thundered in her ears, and slowly, she began rocking back against him, working both those firm, penetrating members in and out, in and out, until Russ took over and pushed into her ass, rolling his hips forward at the same time. Like a cat in heat, Geena shoved her hips higher, and yowled in satisfaction as he thrust, hard and fast, his cock splitting her open, his finger plunging...
Drawing back, he slammed in again, sinking into her so deep his balls dragged against her mons. His free hand found her clit again, drawing hot, searing sparks from it as he rammed himself into her, fucking her cunt, fucking her ass, riding her with a ferocity she’d only dreamed of. Her insides were melting. A roaring filled her ears. Liquid heat pulsed through her, shaking her frame. Dimly, she heard Russ groan in anticipation as her cunt spasmed and clamped down, gripping him tighter.
And then she was peaking, only distantly aware of her own wanton cries, feeling nothing but the fire searing through her as Russ hammered home, pumping stream after stream of come into the wet velvet grip of her passage. He groaned in ecstasy, and she pressed back against him as her inner muscles quivered and clenched, loving the sound of his voice, loving his roughness, loving him.
Russ.
Her own, perfect, forever Russ.
It seemed hours later when he finally withdrew, leaving her limp and shuddering where she knelt on the floor. Tenderly, he slipped Flynn’s belt from around her wrists, and Geena, suddenly remembering Flynn was there, glanced up uncertainly to see him smiling down at her as he casually stroked his renewed erection. Not sneering or smirking, but grinning like a kid who’d just made the winning run. It was amazing how different he looked with all that cold charm gone, his smile suddenly warm and welcoming.
My God, Geena thought, he could have any girl he wanted. One smile like that and a nun would be in love.
If she wasn’t already, that was. And for all that those gleaming green eyes could spin her internal thermostat skyward, it wasn’t Flynn Geena was in love with.
And it wasn’t Flynn who was in love with her.
Gently, Russ helped her to her feet. Her knees shook as he kissed her, long and tenderly. Gazing down into her eyes, he whispered, “Geena, I know I asked this before, but...” He swallowed and gestured nervously, as if to encompass everything that had just happened, everything he hadn’t told her.
Behind them, Flynn groaned. “Dear God. Where’s the insulin?” But when Geena glanced over, he was still smiling broadly.
; Russ gave him as ferocious a glare as he could muster, considering he was grinning from ear to ear. “You know, someday, Flynn you’re going to meet a woman who can put you on your knees—”
“Never happen.” Flynn snorted.
“—and I hope I’m there to see it.”
“Yeah. May you live so long. Get it over with already.”
Turning his gaze back to Geena, Russ took her hands in his own, and sank gracefully to one knee. “Geena. For now and for always, from this day till the day that I die, will you be my wife?”
“Gee? Geena?”
Geena froze as Michelle called outside in the hallway. Pushing open the kitchen door, Michelle reached for the lights, and stopped short at the sight of them—Russ on his knees, Geena tottering unsteadily on her stilettos, and Flynn sprawled in the chair with his shirt-tails flopping and his pants hanging open.
Michelle’s face seemed to be at war with itself. One eyebrow arched up almost to her hairline while the other tried to give Geena a stern scowl. Gesturing at Russ, she said, “So I take it you two—uh—talked.”
Geena burst into helpless laughter. Michelle rounded on Flynn, glaring. “The mighty Flynn. What are you, the marriage counselor all of a sudden?”
Flynn rose to his feet, his green eyes narrowing with menace. “What are you? The big mama kitty?”
“That’s right,” Chell replied, propping her hands on her hips and staring back at him flatly. “The hottest pussy in the joint, and don’t you forget it.” He bristled, and Michelle, cool as a cucumber, trailed her gaze down his chest to his still-open pants, letting her lips curve in a slow, speculative smile as she studied his erection.
To Geena’s amazement, Flynn actually flushed, and zipped his jeans carefully over his engorged cock.
With a satisfied smirk, Michelle turned to Russ. “And now everybody lives happily ever after?”
Clearing his throat, Russ climbed to his feet, his hazel eyes gleaming as he looked down at Geena. “I’m not sure yet. I hope so. She hasn’t answered my question.”
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