by Jenna Jacob
Tossing my head back, I screamed as the walls of my pussy and ass tightened around their driving cadence. Vibrant lights exploded behind my eyes. My cries reverberated in my ears and I shattered into a million iridescent shards. Ecstasy crested and crashed and before I could even begin to ride the waves back down, remorse for failing them fused with the uncontrollable spasms quaking me from the inside out.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I breathlessly moaned.
Blessedly I hadn’t broken my paper cuffs. I quivered as Ian continued mauling me with his mouth. James squeezed another finger through the sensitized rim of my ass, stretching me even tighter. I realized that either my apology fell on deaf ears, or James and Ian weren’t bothered that I’d spiraled into my beautiful demise without consent.
“You didn’t wait for permission, sweetheart,” James taunted in my ear.
No, they weren’t happy, but then neither was I for failing them.
“You’ll have to be punished,” James taunted. “Forced orgasms are your fate, now. And if you think breaking the tissue will make us to stop now, think again. You break the cuffs, we’ll just add more.”
“Oh god,” I whimpered. “Forced what?”
James gripped a fist in my hair and tugged my head back before swiping his tongue over my ear. “We’re going to make you come until we decide to let you stop.”
“I—I can’t. I mean, physically, I can’t.”
“Do you have a medical condition we don’t know about?”
“No, I mean… You made me come so many times the other night. I can’t possibly come like that again. It’s too soon.”
Chuckling at my protest, Ian sent wicked vibrations to sizzle over my already electrified nerve endings. His fingers strummed my core in lurid demand, and I knew he aimed to prove me wrong.
“You leave that to us, gorgeous,” James answered with a hint of amusement.
Releasing my mane, he slowly withdrew his fingers from my ass. I heard the metal rasp of his zipper behind me. My pulse quickened and I tossed a glance over my shoulder, watching as James toed off his shoes, then tore out of his jeans. Skimming his boxer briefs down sturdy legs, his rigid cock sprang free. I stared at the plum colored crest and watched a glistening clear bead blossom on the tip. Licking my lips, anxious for a taste, I ground my cunt uninhibitedly against Ian’s skillful hands and talented tongue. Turning my attention to his bobbing head, I longed to sink my fingers into Ian’s dark hair and press his face tight against my pussy.
Distracted by the sound of movement. I turned and saw James step toward the antique dresser by the door. His muscles bunched and flexed with each step. Opening the top drawer, he turned and swaggered back toward me, so stunning and virile, with a tube of lube and a stack of condoms in his hand. Lust etched his face and a ripple of awareness spiked. He’d prepared my ass, and now James planned to claim it.
I was desperate to feel him stretch and fill my tiny opening, but Ian’s relentless tongue and fingers had me praying I would last until James seated his hard cock inside me. Lifting his head, Ian raked a gaze up my body, then pausing briefly he captured my stare.
The fire and command reflecting in his feral stare was the mirror image of James’. Blanketing me in their gratifying Dominance, the authority they conveyed wasn’t a mask or role they played. No. The power they wielded permeated the air with a palpable, electric charge. The intensity was so unbelievable and enticing something wild came to life inside me. I wanted to feast…gorge on their compelling energy until I couldn’t mentally or physically ingest another drop.
Ian pulled from my pussy and swiftly ducked beneath the V of the cross. With a mighty roar, he rose and gripped my hair in his powerful fist.
“You’re like a goddamn drug. I want to fill my veins with you. Ride the high you inject inside me for days.”
Slamming his mouth over mine, Ian plunged his slick tongue past my lips. The tart essence of my own juices exploded over my taste buds. Moaning, Ian’s kiss grew ruthless and savage. James shoved an icy slick finger up my ass while Ian swallowed my scream as I melted against the glossy wooden frame.
The sound of a condom wrapper being torn open sent my mind soaring. And as James pressed his broad crest at the opening of my narrow passage, Ian jerked back. Sucking a sharp intake of air, James pressed his bulbous crest past my rim. Burning, the blissful, hot sting consumed me. Ian stood before me, his gaze riveted on my face. Rocking back and forth, James slowly inched in and out, stretching my tiny opening and hissing as he burrowed in deeply.
“You’re fucking stunning, little one,” Ian murmured as he peered over my shoulder. “That’s it, our sweet slut. Take all of him. Open and relax. Let James slide that big, hard cock all the way up your tight little ass.”
I shrieked as the pressure of James’ thick, heaving shaft intensified. Stuttering arcs blazed beneath my flesh, like embers of fire blown in the wind. I threw my head back and issued a feral growl as I rocked against his singeing penetration.
“Oh god,” I moaned. “Please, Ian. I need…”
“What do you need, little one?” Ian whispered, gazing at me in a combination of lust and awe.
“Touch my clit, please. I need…your tongue…fingers…anything. Please.”
The corner of Ian’s mouth kicked up in a smirk. He hurriedly shucked off his clothes, and I swallowed tightly as he stood before me, gloriously naked. Gazing at his mouth-watering erection: hard, thick, and proud, I swallowed an inward sigh of satisfaction.
I was the one responsible for his and James’ bone-chilling arousals. A sense of empowerment filled me with overwhelming confidence. And while I couldn’t begin to explain the reason why, being with them both—like this—held an undeniable feeling of rightness.
“No.” Though Ian had only whispered the word, it weighed heavy and uncompromising.
“But, I need… I need to come,” I cried. “The burn, it’s too much…please… I can’t—”
“You’ll come when we want you to, little one. On our terms.” Ian fisted his cock.
Lust had lightened his dark eyes to an erotic shade of caramel.
“Son of a bitch. You’re so fucking tight, so silky soft,” James growled.
Still threading his massive cock in and out of me, he worked to seat himself balls deep. When he finally succeeded, James sank his teeth into the tender flesh of my neck.
Ian reached up and plucked my nipples, deliberately avoiding my clit, where I needed him most. Inundated with pressure, pleasure, and pain, I screamed as I tried to crawl away from the incessant burn. The bindings at my wrist slightly gave way and I flashed a worried glance to the top of the cross, where a thin portion of the paper dangled from the frame.
“No,” I cried, pressing my wrists flat against the wood.
“What’s wrong, little one? I thought you wanted to come for us,” Ian taunted as he bent and plucked a condom off the floor by my feet.
“Yes, I do, but… I want to make you both proud. I don’t want to fail you again.”
“Fuck me,” Ian mumbled, staring at me through narrowed eyes. “Then don’t, sub.”
Biting the foil wrapper, he quickly fisted the latex over his cock. Reaching up, he swiped the tissue, tearing it away, then grabbed my hands. Placing a soft kiss on each palm, he smiled.
“It’s time to take this gorgeous creature to bed, James.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Behind me, James grunted as he gripped my hips and slowly eased his cock from my ass. Whimpering at the loss of the fiery burn, James curled his arm around my waist. With a lurid grin, he led me to the bed where Ian lay on his back with his arms open wide.
James positioned me above Ian’s decadent body, aligning my pussy to hover above his jutting cock. Aching to ease down on his inviting heat, I waited for permission. If not, they might decide to stop and let the void of frustration chew me apart.
“Slide that sweet pussy down on my cock, little one. It’s time to take you to paradise,” Ian
rumbled.
Gripping my hips, he eased me onto his glorious, thick erection. The breath caught in my throat as my passage clutched around him, working to accommodate his girth. James placed a flat palm between my shoulders and pushed my chest against Ian’s. With my butt poised in the air, I felt another cold rush of lube against my throbbing opening. James squeezed his hands around my waist, then plunged every long, hard inch of his cock deep inside me.
My scream echoed off the walls as both Ian and James held me still beneath their embedded shafts. The muscles of my cunt and ass shrieked, stretching with a blistering fire. My head swam as I tried to move and assuage the scorching sea, but Ian and James continued to hold me immobile.
Never before had I been so thoroughly stuffed, stretched, and filled. It felt like an eternity before James finally dragged his cock back through my singeing flesh. Lifting me slightly, Ian eased me up his cock, only to pull me down and impale me again. Raising me off him once more, Ian waited as James rocked deep inside my ass. Slowly they began seesawing into me, plowing in and out in an exacting rhythm.
Time, space, and the universe fell away. Nothing else mattered but the two of them. Not my morals, fears, or insecurities…only Ian and James. They were all I wanted. All I needed; them and basking in the sublime pleasure they granted.
Claimed and owned—the full understanding of their Dominance fused my heart, mind, and every cell in my body. My nerve endings felt raw, exposed. Suffused in their command, their benevolence, and their love, nothing in my life had ever felt so right.
As I gazed at Ian’s stark erotic face, determination and ecstasy shifted over his features. The raw pleasure he gave and seized seemed blindingly magical and surreal.
“I could watch you like this forever,” Ian cooed. “Your blue eyes, so smoky with lust. Your lips swollen from my kisses, and your cunt… your cunt feels like pure heaven. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Their grunts, groans, and murmured praises mingled with my whimpers and cries. I devoured the pleasure they pumped through me as fast as they contrived it. But all too soon, I drove my nails into Ian’s shoulder as I clung to edge of release. A prisoner to their permission, I was forced to dangle precariously over the sweet abyss.
James snagged a fist in my mane and tugged my head back as he slammed in and out of me. I whimpered and begged as I slid closer to the sparkling light.
“Come,” James growled. “Come and let us claim you as ours, sweet slut.”
With a forceful yank of my hair, a heavier jolt of pleasure rocked me.
“Scream for us, gorgeous,” Ian roared. “We’re following you over.”
His jaw clenched. His hips thrust like pistons as he savagely dragged his cock over the sizzling knot of nerves inside me. Raising his head, Ian latched onto a nipple and bit down, hard. A kaleidoscope of colors exploded behind my eyes. My body tensed and bowed between them while I exploded into the shimmering, inviting fury.
Screaming their names, powerful spasms seized my sex. I sucked and milked their cocks in unison. As they spilled into the thin latex barriers, their deep, guttural cries of release melded with mine. James’ body sagged over my back as Ian groaned and laved his tongue over my aching nipple. Random aftershocks rippled through us, causing my cunt to clutch and their cocks to twitch and setting off moans of drawn-out pleasure.
Reaching up, Ian clapped his arm around both James and me before shifting to his side. With a slight shove, we toppled over alongside Ian and landed in a pile of tangled limbs. We gasped fighting to fill air into our lungs. I was spent and exhausted, but I’d never felt more alive.
James dropped his face against the curve of my neck, peppering me with soft, sweet kisses. “Are you ready for more, gorgeous?” he asked.
“Not yet. I can’t,” I groaned. I felt James’ lips curl in a smile against my flesh. “You two are going to kill me.”
Ian laughed. “No. We won’t kill you, but you won’t be walking without wobbling for days. Besides, your punishment has just started.”
“Oh, god,” I whimpered. “I need a minute, Sirs.”
“Usually you aren’t allowed to rest between forced orgasms, but we’ll grant you a bit of mercy, since you’ve done so well thus far,” James promised as he eased from my ass.
I sucked in a gasp as the sensitized tissues sparked and sputtered. My gathered opening continued to throb after James withdrew from inside me.
Rising from the bed, I glanced over my shoulder and watched James walk to the bathroom. Ian cupped my chin and drew my attention back to him.
“You’re quite an impressive sub, Liz,” Ian praised as he slowly slid from my pussy.
Like a wildflower, pride blossomed inside me. I’d pleased him, made him happy. Contentment and serenity swirled, filling me with a gratifying sense of peace.
“I think it’s because you two are amazing Doms and lovers. I’ve never had an orgasm so intense or incredible. It’s probably not the right thing to say, but thank you.”
It had only been hour ago that Ian’s fierce Dominance had intimidated me. Yet there I laid, naked and wrapped in his strong arms, breathing in the heavy scent of sex clinging in the air with the Dom who had shaken me to the core. I wasn’t the least bit terrified of Ian anymore. I knew that meant something profound.
Before I could dissect the reasons further, Ian cupped my nape. “You don’t have to thank us, little one. The pleasure was all ours.”
Drawing me in for a passionate kiss, I slid my fingers into Ian’s soft, cropped hair. Opening my mouth, I greedily sucked his tongue while James climbed back onto the bed. Gently swiping a warm washcloth over my still throbbing pussy and ass, James whispered praises in my ear while Ian consumed me with his sweltering kiss.
James jostled on the bed before I heard the sound of scraping wood from the nightstand by my head. Suddenly, something cold and hard was pressed against my clit. I tried to jerk from Ian’s lips, but he simply gripped the back of my neck and held me to his mouth.
Suddenly, the device between my legs came to life, vibrating against my clit. I screamed in Ian’s mouth, nearly levitating off the bed as my cunt quivered at the buzzing assault. Splaying a strong hand across my stomach, James held me down, forcing me to choose: fight their demands or succumb to their desires. For a split second my mind balked, but my body had plans of its own. Melting against the mattress, I rocked my hips, welcoming the pleasure. Though I couldn’t pinpoint the reason—because my clit screamed to life—a feeling of freedom settled through me as I gave myself over to them, to do as they pleased.
“That’s it. Ride it hard for us, little one,” Ian coaxed.
Leaning up over my chest, he swiped his tongue over my breasts before gently sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. Waiting for the sharp bite of his teeth, Ian simply worshiped my breast, soft and lovingly. There was a side of himself Ian had chosen to show me. A tender, nurturing side, like James.
Lifting my heavy eyelids, I watched a decadent smile spread over James’ lips before he reached down and eased his fingers inside my humming core. Gliding along my G-spot, he tilted the vibe against my clit.
“I can’t wait to slide my cock inside your sweet, hot cunt again,” James taunted in that hypnotic voice that turned me inside out. “Look at you. All flushed and glassy eyed. You’re going to come again for us, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I gasped feeling the familiar numbness spreading through my limbs.
Ian lifted his head. “Come for us, little one,” he whispered.
Both of them held me with riveting stares, and Ian’s blessed permission sent me crashing through the tempest that built inside me. Reaching out, I gripped their arms as surge after blistering surge tore through me. James turned off the vibe as I panted, quivered, and jerked, slowly riding back down the spiral of pleasure. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy before licking them clean. A flicker of delight danced in his eyes as he held the inert vibe to my clit.
Ian rolled away from me. I didn’t
have the energy to watch him. Instead, I closed my eyes and sank into the sweet haze clouding my brain.
“That’s it, pretty sub, rest for a little bit,” James encouraged as he massaged his strong hands up and down my naked body. Slow and soothing.
Half aware of the mattress dipping along both sides of me, I purred as they snuggled in close before sinking deeper into the inviting darkness of sleep.
A wide palm cupped the back of my neck and lifted my head from the pillow. Slitting open my heavy eyelids, I glimpsed the round opening of a plastic bottle just as the cold rim touched my lips.
“Drink up, little one. We don’t want you getting dehydrated,” Ian encouraged me as he tipped the bottle and filled my mouth with water. “We have lots more planned for you.”
His statement captured my attention. Fully awake, I opened my eyes wide. Where on earth did they muster such stamina? James chuckled at my alarm then circled my areola with his fingertip. My whole body shivered.
“Seriously, I don’t have the energy for more orgasms.”
James narrowed his eyes as a skeptical look lined his face. “You’ve not had a decent lover yet, have you?”
Trying not to feel offended, I suddenly worried that my lack of sexual experience had disappointed them. Biting my lip, I didn’t answer James’ question. Discouraged that I lacked both skill in sex and submission, I wondered that since my fantasies had been fulfilled my time with them was now over.
No. I’d agreed to help James, or so the pragmatic part of me wanted to believe. They’d promised to show me a side of myself I hadn’t tapped into. Remembering the woman bound in rope, I wasn’t ready to give up. I just hoped they weren’t either.
“You’re thinking awfully hard there, Liz. Obviously there’s something we need to talk about.” James stated.
“No, Sir.” I shook my head. “I was just thinking that you’re right. I’ve never had anyone take me the way you two have.”
