Seduced By My Doms BN

by Jenna Jacob

  “Good, then let’s continue.”

  “What?” I asked in disbelief. “You mean you expect me to come again?”

  “Expect it? No. We fully intend to command more orgasms from you.” Ian smirked, taking great joy in pulling my chain. “Count yourself lucky, little one. Like James said earlier, usually Doms don’t grant any breaks in between.”

  “See how easy we are to get along with?” James chucked before brushing his soft lips against mine.

  Wrapping my arms around his wide shoulders, I absorbed his heat, scent, and taste. James swallowed my purr of delight as he swept his tongue inside my mouth. Brazenly suckling his probing tongue, want and need flared once more. Dumbfounded, I didn’t know how these two men stoked such an insatiable fire inside me, and at the moment, I didn’t really care.

  Ian dragged my hand to his engorged shaft. With a moan, I coated my palm in the silky slickness leaking from his crest. Then I inched my fist down his rigid length. Surrounding his warm, throbbing cock, I pumped up and down as Ian issued a long, low hiss.

  Heady with the palpable power that ebbed and flowed inside my hand, Ian reached down and strummed his fingertips over my mound. He didn’t dip low enough to caress my clit—where I needed it most—merely toyed and teased guiding me along the razor’s edge.

  As our mouths mated, James thumbed and plucked at my nipples while the growing ache inside me mounted. They were driving me insane, but turnabout was fair play. Loosening my fist, I feathered my fingers up and down Ian’s cock with barely a whisper of contact.

  He snarled, then squeezed his hand around mine, applying friction to his hardness once more.

  “We’re going to have to keep you under a firm thumb, aren’t we, little one?” His words were playful, but his message was clear.

  James swallowed my mischievous giggle before lifting from my lips. Staring down at me, his expression hardened. Keenly aware of his disapproval, I realized I’d crossed a line—a big one.

  “Submission isn’t about pushing our buttons, gorgeous. It’s about surrender,” James explained. His tone carried his soft, tender message, but it didn’t match the thundercloud of reprimand painting his face.

  “I didn’t mean to…”

  James quirked a brow in warning as the lie rolling off my tongue died.

  Yes you did.

  “On your hand and knees,” he instructed, harshly.

  Glancing down at the vibe still resting between my legs, James moved it before I positioned myself as he’d instructed. Unsure of how they were going to drive more orgasms from me, I watched Ian peel off his soiled condom and toss it in the trash. James moved in behind me while Ian knelt on the mattress in front of my face. I gazed at his rigid cock as he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Without warning, James landed a hard slap across my ass.

  “Ouch,” I cried, jerking in surprise.

  Several more stinging blows followed. I closed my eyes, welcoming the burn, more wicked and vibrant than the night before. Rolling my hips, silently begging for more, I exhaled a contented sigh as heat radiated down my legs and up my spine. Dragging his nails over my fiery orbs, James leaned against my left shoulder.

  “Open your mouth. Let me watch you suck Ian’s cock, baby.” The knot in my stomach cinched at the sound of his silky voice.

  Ian fisted his cock with one hand and cupped my chin with the other. Opening for him, I swirled my tongue over the clear glistening bead at the tip, savoring his slick, salty taste. He guided his shaft inside my mouth I felt my lips stretch while I worked him inside.

  Sliding my mouth up and down his heated shaft, I flicked my tongue along the sensitive underside. Ian cursed as I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper. Gripping his thighs, the muscles tightened as he thrust his hips. With a hiss, he gripped my hair, plunging in and out of my mouth with his own tempo as I hungrily sucked at every inch.

  Lost in the splendor of Ian’s coarse hairs tickling my nose and his earthy scent, I was semi-aware of the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open. Anticipation mounted. I wiggled my ass, anxious to feel James drive deep inside my pussy. Instead, he moved in near my face and cupped my nape, holding me still, watching as Ian stroked in and out of my mouth.

  Bound by them both… not with rope, but their formidable Dominance, they held me at their mercy. A new understanding of submission filled me with purpose and pride. I’d never thought that giving pleasure could be so rewarding, but the way James and Ian made me feel—like I was the most adored woman on the planet—made me want to please and serve them even more.

  If this was submission, I could easily hand my power over to them.

  James nibbled on the lobe of my ear as he cupped one of my breasts in his hand. Strumming his thumb over my beaded nipple, a noise of delight fluttered in the back of my throat.

  “The image of you sucking his cock is going to burn in my mind for days, sweetheart,” James murmured. “But then so is the memory of driving into your sweet, tight ass.”

  Moving away from me, James sank his fingers into my hips, then slammed the full length of his cock into my pussy. Screams of surprise and pleasure vibrated over Ian’s cock, and he cinched his fist in my hair tighter as a feral growl rumbled deep in Ian’s chest.

  “Meet his thrust, little one,” Ian demanded. “Slam that pretty pussy on him. Ride James hard for me.”

  Wildly bucking against James’s cock, I swallowed Ian’s shaft deeper. The sensations were indescribable. I felt as if I were floating away…leaving my body. It was the same feeling I’d felt the night James introduced me to the vampire glove. Safe and secure beneath their command, I let the weightless peace carry me away.

  “Touch your clit.” James’ hoarse whisper sliced through my gossamer clouds. “It’s time to come for us, sweetheart. Come for your Doms.”

  Yes. My Doms.

  Sliding a hand to my pussy, my fingertips grazed James’ wet shaft as he relentlessly drove into my cunt. Settling over the hard nub, James eased a wet finger into my ass and I clutched around him with a gasp. Ian barked a curse then tugged my hair, tilting my head, driving deeper.

  Their palpable strength was born of control; the control I readily gave them, and I felt drunk on the power they doled back to me.

  Gripping the base of his cock to hold back his release, Ian pulled from my mouth. James pounded manically, then suddenly stilled. Like a freshly lit fuse, demand sizzled and sputtered through me. I was ready to ignite, to detonate once again, as the three of us seemed to teeter on the precipice as one. Panting and trembling, Ian drove through my lips, over my tongue, and wedged at the back of my throat.

  “Come now, Liz. Shatter for us, little one,” Ian commanded on a thin, harsh cry.

  Their shouts of ecstasy mingled into one giant thunderclap of rapture. Riding the storm roiling through me, I gulped Ian’s hot seed as it jettisoned over my tongue and shot down my throat. Whimpering, my body convulsed and my pussy clutched at James’ imbedded shaft, milking and sucking as he roared and emptied inside me.

  Long minutes passed as our bodies hummed in satisfaction. Ian slowly eased from my mouth and James followed suit. As I slumped to the mattress, the steady beat of my heart resonated in my ears. Ian curled in alongside me and wrapped me in his strong arms. Seconds later, James climbed onto the bed behind me, surrounding me in a safety net of warmth and affection.

  You were wrong, Sally. Being bad is better than good. It’s amazing.

  Enveloped in their rugged bodies, I closed my eyes and let the darkness pull me under.

  #

  Opening my eyes, a wave of panic crawled over me when I realized I couldn’t move. Almost laughing at myself out loud, I remembered I wasn’t at home—alone in my bed—as usual, but wrapped in James’ and Ian’s arms in the private room at Genesis. Soft masculine snores filled my ears and I smiled. Stretching as much as their heavy bodies allowed, the tug of raw, tender tissue proved last night hadn’t been a dream.

  James and Ian had aw
akened me with kisses, licks and growls, throughout the night, demanding even more mind-bending orgasms, which I readily gave beneath their clever, surreal command. I wanted to dance and shout, but tangled beneath the weight of their arms and legs, I simply snuggled against their heated bodies and basked in the afterglow, sated and beyond content.

  It’s Sunday. You have to work. Remember?

  I squeezed my eyes shut and issued an inward groan. Twisting toward the nightstand, I didn’t see a clock illuminating the darkness. With a disgruntled sigh, I wiggled out from beneath their limbs and scooted off the end of the bed. Reaching out blindly, I carefully made my way toward the bathroom, or at least what I thought was the direction of the bathroom. Taking two more steps, I bashed my toes into something hard and inert. Dropping to the floor, I grabbed my toe.

  “Shit,” I hissed at the unwelcome pain.

  “Who’s there?” James barked.

  The room suddenly filled with blinding light.

  “Me,” I moaned, squinting against abrupt brightness.

  “Why are you on the floor? What’s wrong?” he asked. Leaping from the bed, he hunkered down next to me.

  “I stubbed my toe,” I groused between clenched teeth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. Do you know what time it is?”

  “Are you all right?”

  “Yes, I’m fine. I just need to know what time it is. I have to work today.”

  “Ah, let me find out.”

  Rising, he plucked his jeans off the floor. I couldn’t help but stare appreciatively at his naked body, and the way his muscles bunched and flexed. The thought of calling in sick so I could crawl back into bed with him and Ian hovered in my brain. Unfortunately, my conscience wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t put more work on Cindy’s shoulders simply to revel in the pleasure my gifted Doms doled out. James turned toward me and my gaze stilled on his cock. Watching it grow thicker and longer before my eyes, I swallowed tightly and licked my lips.

  “You have to be in at noon, right?” he asked, cringing as he looked at his phone.

  “Yes. Why? What time is it?”

  “Ten forty-five,” he sighed.

  “Oh my god, I’m going to be late,” I gasped.

  “No you’re not. I’ll make sure you’re on time,” he assured me. “Hop in the shower here, and I’ll take you home so you can change.”

  “But that still doesn’t give me enough—”

  “If you sit there arguing with me, you will be late.” His brow arched in a purely Dominant expression. “Get your sexy ass in the shower. Now.”

  With an exasperated scowl, I jumped up and hobbled to the bathroom. After taking the world’s fastest shower, I toweled off. As I brushed my hair, James walked into the bathroom—completely dressed—and handed me a foam cup of coffee with one hand. In his other he held my wrinkled clothes. Groaning in appreciation, I reached for the caffeine first.

  “Thank you so much,” I said before taking a long sip of liquid heaven. “Is Ian awake yet?”

  “No. He sleeps like the dead. When he wakes and finds you gone, he’ll call me,” James promised. Turning, he started to leave the bathroom.

  “You don’t have to leave. I don’t have anything to hide. Especially after last night.”

  “Yes, I do. Or you will be late,” he warned, sliding a hungry gaze over my body.

  A shiver zipped up my spine as I fastened my bra, then tossed the dress on over my head. Racing out of the bathroom, I snagged my shoes and purse, then followed James out the door. We hurried down the long hall and out to the parking lot before climbing into his truck.

  Maneuvering through traffic as if he were an Indy racer, James passed the slow-assed, Sunday drivers. Nervously, I watched precious minutes tick by on the dashboard clock.

  Stopping at a red light, James turned to me. Sympathy was written all over his face. “You’re going to be raw for a couple of days.”

  “I’m not as sore as I thought I’d be. In fact, I kind of like the throbbing reminder. It will keep the memory of last night sailing through my brain all day. It was really incredible,” I confessed shyly.

  “It was beyond incredible, gorgeous.” He smiled. “But I’m not talking physically. I mean emotionally. It’s not good that you have to rush away from us like this. We both need to give you aftercare this morning, to help with the letdown.”

  “Letdown?” I asked. A wave of panic slammed me. “Did I let you two down?”

  “No. God, no. You were more than words can express. I’m talking about an emotional letdown. If it hits, you’ll understand what I’m talking about. I want you to call me today, so I can keep tabs on how you’re doing…emotionally. Understood?” His strong, silky Dominant tone snagged every ounce of my attention.

  “I will.” I nodded.

  Unsure of what to expect, I hoped whatever James was talking about held off until after my shift. He whipped the truck into my driveway and walked me to the door. After leaving me with a toe-curling kiss, I watched him leave, then dashed to my bedroom and dressed for work. Trying to tame my wild, wet hair, I gave up. Shoving it into a ponytail, I ran out of the house and jumped into my car.

  Weaving in and out of traffic, I pulled into the parking garage with two minutes to spare. Sprinting down the stairs to the ER, I miraculously clocked in on time. Slumping against the wall, I tried to catch my breath, wondering if Ian woke up to an empty room, and hoping he didn’t think I’d run out on them. Tears swelled in my eyes for no other reason than I missed him, missed them both.

  My absurd reaction took me by surprise. Sure, we’d had a ton of life-altering, mind-blowing sex, but we hadn’t had time to talk about my budding submission. I didn’t know if I met their expectations in that regard or not. Filled with unanswerable questions, I felt as if I’d been cast away to a deserted island: isolated and alone.

  Not once, did they make me feel dirty or slutty, but shame began leaching through my veins. I’d actually begged and pleaded for two men to pound into my body like a whore. My stomach pitched. I swallowed down the bile rising in the back of my throat.

  No. No. No. What you shared with those amazing men last night was beautiful. They claimed you as their submissive. Remember how you felt…that glorious serenity that surrounded you? You will not let your mother’s bullshit rule or ruin one minute of your life anymore.

  The voice in my head soothed and calmed me. Sucking in a deep breath, I focused on Ian and James and the curtain they’d lifted from my life.

  Cindy rounded the corner. She took one look at me and her eyes grew wide. “You look like hell had a yard sale. What happened to you?”

  “Nothing,” I replied with an absent wave of my hand.

  “Something did,” she countered. “You don’t look very good. Are you sick?”

  “No. I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

  “Oh shit,” she hissed under her breath. “Did Ryan contact you?”

  “No, it’s nothing like that. Just drop it, okay?”

  Her eyes grew even wider and a goofy grin lit up her face. “Someone got laid, didn’t they?”

  “And someone else needs a damn hearing aid,” I warned with an angry scowl. “I’m not talking about it. Besides, I need to go to work.”

  She snorted and inched in closer. “What’s his name?”

  Pushing off the wall, I sidestepped Cindy and stormed toward the nurse’s station. Like a puppy, she followed right on my heels, whispering questions—one after another—begging me to spill the details. I wasn’t about to share the gory details of my debauchery with not one, but two men. Nor was I going to confess that I might very well be a submissive. Hell, I hadn’t even had time to process the idea myself. I knew I couldn’t explain it to her, at least not rationally.

  My saving grace came in the form of Dr. Samuel Brooks, as he barreled through the double doors. Every ounce of attention Cindy had pinned on me instantly turned toward Sam. Her face glowed like a kid on Christmas morning.

  “Cindy. L
iz,” Dr. Brooks greeted with a wide smile.

  “What brings you to the ER, Doctor?” I asked, forcing a nonchalant tone.

  “Meeting a patient,” he answered, darting a glance toward the trauma rooms. “I take it she’s not here yet.”

  “No,” Cindy blurted out, as she quickly sidled up next to Sam. “But I’ll be happy to set up the room for her arrival.”

  With a wolfish grin, Sam nodded. Extending his hand toward Cindy, he pinned her with the same exacting stare that Ian and James had given me time and again.

  “After you, dear girl.”

  Oh shit. He even addressed her like a sub. And poor, clueless Cindy had no fucking idea what she was getting herself into. In a matter of days, she’d know about Sam’s kinks. Was she even ready for that? A rush of panic tore through me. I had to say, or do something to warn her. But how without confessing the things I’d done over the weekend?

  Doctor Reynolds hurried toward me. “You working today, Miss Johansson?” he asked, arching a brow.

  “Of course,” I replied with a scowl. “Why?”

  “You look a little pale. You’re not sick, are you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.

  Dammit. Even Reynolds seemed to stare at me with that same delving, Dominant look. I didn’t want or need the people I worked with reminding me that I’d probably made the biggest mistake of my life last night.

  “I’m fine. I just overslept this morning,” I explained. Obviously, my half-assed attempt to look presentable had failed, miserably.

  “It must have been one hell of a night.” He smirked, then hurried toward the trauma rooms.

  You have no idea.

  My worry and doubt seemed overwhelming. I needed to find a way to warn Cindy before her date with Sam. But it wasn’t only Cindy’s welfare that had me in a chokehold. The more I let doubt wiggle its way into my head, the more convinced I became that I’d made a monstrous mistake.

  What were James and Ian doing now? Were they laughing and carving another notch in the bedpost? Why had I let my guard down and agreed to such madness? The panic within filled me with misgivings that made a thick, black sludge of self-reproach begin pumping through my veins. I needed Ian and James. Needed one more touch, a hug, a caress…anything. I knew if I could just hold them again, that all this madness and turmoil inside me would end.