Seduced By My Doms BN

by Jenna Jacob

  “I know. But I have to purge the rest of this shit out of me.”

  “What shit, little one? And watch your fucking mouth,” Ian groused with an entitled growl.

  “Dayne. The anger and pain that’s still inside me. My mother. Ryan… It’s all choking the life out of me right now. I can’t breathe… I want to purge and I don’t know how. Help me. Please.”

  James and Ian shared a silent exchange for a long moment. James inhaled a deep breath and gave a slight nod as he exhaled heavily.

  “I’ll give you pain, little one. If that’s what you need,” Ian replied.

  “Let’s go,” James announced, extending his hand to me.

  As we drove to Genesis, I explained the four men who had been brought in. Told them everything; how I felt, how I’d exploded with anger and the weight of resentment I felt toward them. Neither James nor Ian laughed, but then of course they wouldn’t. They loved Trevor far longer and deeper than I had.

  “I guess Drake finally exacted his revenge, huh?” I muttered.

  Ian shrugged. “Maybe. It might not have been Drake at all. Maybe those fuckers messed with someone else’s lover. We’ll never know.”

  I didn’t buy his ambiguous reply for a single second. And I certainly didn’t miss the knowing look he and James exchanged either.

  “So you’ve decided to start blowing smoke up my ass instead of being honest with me. Why?” I confronted in a bitter tone.

  “Hrmm,” Ian grunted. “I’m not a fortune teller, but I can see a big-assed ball gag in your future, little one. And for your information, I’m not blowing smoke up your ass. I’m protecting my friends.”

  “That’s all you had to say, Sir,” I snipped.

  “Don’t bait me, girl,” Ian warned. “I said I’d give you pain because you asked for it. If you’re trying to piss me off, I won’t lay a finger on you tonight.”

  “I’m sorry,” I whispered, hanging my head. “Everything’s a mess inside me. I’m mad, I’m sad, I’m lonely…”

  “Whoa,” James interrupted. “What do you mean you’re lonely?”

  “I miss you two…miss you sexually. I want to please you, feel you drive inside me, hear your luscious cries as you spill your seed. I won’t break, or crack apart. I just need to—”

  “We’ll center you, little one. Make no mistake about that,” Ian vowed.

  James pulled into the gravel parking lot, cut the engine, then turned toward me. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

  “Yes.” I nodded.

  “All right. But we expect you to use your safeword. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I replied.

  With a weak smile, I lifted my chin and kissed James. Turning to Ian, I did the same. “I need this. Need you both to help make me whole again.”

  “We’ll make you whole, little one. If not through pain, we’ll help you through pleasure. Either way, you’ll find your serenity by knowing that you are ours. You are Owned with every breath in your body.”

  Inside James’ private room, naked and leaning against the smooth wooden cross, a strange sense of peace settled over me. My wrists were wrapped in leather cuffs, lined in soft sheepskin, and suspended high above my head fixed to the cross. In front of me, James stood naked, hard and beautiful, delving deep into my eyes. Behind me, an equally stunning and nude Ian stood with a long leather whip in his hand.

  Anticipation rolled up my body in a prickly wave and when I glanced over my shoulder I found Ian caressing my body with a slow potent stare. There was a singular intensity etched in his face that sent a shiver up my spine.

  “Eyes on me, sub,” James whispered, drawing my attention back to him. “We’re here to help you, Liz. Do you trust that we’ll protect you and keep you safe?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. We love you, Liz. There’s never been a woman who magically captured our hearts the way you have. We’ll never hurt you, or break you, or give you more than you can handle.”

  “I know,” I replied with a weak smile.

  A tear slid down my cheek. I knew I’d loved them long before I thought I was going to die, but I’d locked the words inside me for fear of rejection.

  “I love you both, too,” I murmured.

  James’ eyes filled with shimmering pride. Ian pressed in close behind me, his smooth skin and soothing warm seeped into my flesh. I exhaled a quivering sigh of bliss.

  “Let us fill you with our love then, little one,” he whispered in my ear before swirling his tongue over the shell. “Your safe word is ‘freedom,’ because that’s what we want to grant you.”

  “You already have,” I murmured.

  “Are you ready?” James asked.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  With a slight nod at Ian, James leaned in and captured my lips. His kiss tasted of passion and promise, love and reassurance, safety and commitment. I melted against the cross and parted my lips, opening for him. James moaned, sweeping his tongue in deep as Ian brushed the end of the whip across my ass in a light, feathery kiss. Over and again, he softly drew the whip over my flesh, granting me time to grow accustomed to its soothing rasp before the lashes began to bite and sting.

  Pulling back, James stared at me and gently caressed my face, watching me slide away to that ethereal place inside where the chaos in my head stilled and everything around me faded to a shimmering light.

  Ian continued to lull me into the buoyant bliss, increasing the tempo and intensity of each measured stroke. Tears slid down my cheeks as I rode the tiny slices of pain up and down a carousel of reparation. Giving up the struggle to process the lashes searing my flesh, I cried out.

  “Give it to us, sweet sub,” James demanded. “Let it out. Break those chains of guilt and anger you’ve kept trapped inside you.”

  Ian snapped the whip, hard. Pain arced up my spine, spilling through me like lava. A scream tore from my throat as I tried to crawl up the cross to escape the searing burn.

  “Tell us,” Ian barked, gripping my shoulder firmly.

  “I’m sorry,” I cried.

  “For what?” James hissed.

  “For letting you down, and going with Ryan. I love you both. I don’t ever want to lose you.”

  Ian landed another brutal lash from the whip.

  “What else, sub?” Ian barked.

  “For letting Dayne down. Oh god, Dayne. I’m sorry I couldn’t shield you from this brutal world,” I screamed out on a sob. “Why? Why did you leave me? There have been so many times that I needed you and you weren’t there for me. I was always there for you. Always until you shut me out. Damn it, Dayne, you took the easy way out. You’re gone, and I’m still here struggling to make it through each and every fucking day. I hate you…you selfish motherfucker! Don’t you know how much I love you? You were my whole damn life. I miss you so badly. Miss you every, endless day.”

  Tears streamed down my cheeks and dripped onto my chest. Each breath I took felt as if I were trying to draw mud into my lungs. My ass throbbed with a burn I couldn’t escape, yet I longed for more, so much more.

  Ian snapped the whip again. Pain, white and hot, plowed through me. Licked at the guilt and sorrow within and set them ablaze, making it impossible for me to touch or push back inside me.

  I closed my eyes, howling out my anger and grief through the wicked pain. James cupped my nape, pressing my cheek against his steely, warm chest.

  “He does know, sweetheart. He knows because he’s still with you,” James whispered. “He’s in your smile. Your laughter, and yes, he’s here with you right now; in your tears and in your anguish. Dayne’s never left you. He’ll always be with you.”

  Ian meshed his chest against my back. His hot, sweaty, naked body pressed against my blistered ass. Engulfed in their undeniable love, I released all the heartache I’d kept trapped inside.

  “Dayne’s free. I know he is,” I sobbed. “There’s no one there to judge him or attack him.”

  “It’s time to forgive him, L
iz. And yourself, my love,” Ian’s tone was uncharacteristically soft, teemed with so much passion I wanted to tumble into his arms and meld into him.

  “He didn’t leave you because he didn’t love you,” James added, his voice flowing over me like the summer sun. “Instead of trying to push him out of your mind and your heart, let him in. Let everything good about him live through you.”

  And through the haze of splendor and pain, I realized that by trying to close the doors on my brother’s memory, it only served to make the void within me that much bigger. Coming to terms with Dayne’s death meant keeping his memory alive, not trying to bury it alongside his body.

  Ian wrapped me tightly in his arms while James reached up and unfastened the cuffs. Once free, I slumped against Ian’s body, drinking in his strength.

  Emotionally spent, I floated in the clouds, feeling weightless. Giving voice to all I’d kept hidden inside had been cathartic in a strange and surreal way. But it was only because of my Doms that I was able to begin pardoning myself for the sins of my past.

  “I’ve got you, precious,” Ian murmured before lifting me into his arms and carrying me to the bed.

  James sat beside me, threading his fingers through my hair as Ian rolled me to my side and spread something cool and soothing over the cheeks of my blistered ass.

  “We’re proud of you, little one,” Ian praised. Bending, he placed a soft kiss on my shoulder. “You mark nicely. You’ll be wearing our beautiful welts for days.”

  They climbed onto the bed and curled around me, in a circle of nurturing protection.

  “I love you, Sirs,” I whispered softly. “There’s something else I need.”

  “Is that how you ask, little one?” Ian scoffed faintly.

  “We’ve trained you better than that, gorgeous,” James chimed in with a hint of laughter in his voice.

  A tiny smile tugged the corner of my lips. My Doms; in control, and didn’t that make me the luckiest sub in the world?

  “Please, my wonderful, giving, and loving Sirs, make love to me?” I begged…not out of weakness, but with a newfound, inner strength I hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

  “We’ll give you the world, little one,” Ian growled as he bent and captured a nipple between his teeth.

  As I floated in the gossamer peace, reality fluttered along the fringes. Sensations took on a life of their own, free to spread their wings and fly.

  James claimed my lips, swallowing my gasps as he drove two fingers deep inside my pussy. It seemed as if I’d waited a lifetime to feel their sensual touch, and in a way, I had. Though the weeks of sexual denial and frustration drew us closer together, the time we spent getting to know each other had ultimately bound us together as one.

  James and Ian’s potent passion flowed through me. I came alive once more beneath their mouths, fingers, lips and tongue. I held nothing back, and they took… Took all of me. Cradled every raw and fragile emotion that seeped from my pores, and cupped them in their skillful, gentle hands.

  Flesh meshed against flesh, hot and slick. Lips and tongues tangled in a heated frenzy to possess, claim, own, and devour. Moans and grunts, whimpers and gasps filled the air as our bodies joined together, straining and stretching skintight. Thrusting and writhing in a lurid dance of want and desire, I surrendered every particle of my being.

  “You’re so fucking sexy. So captivating,” James murmured. Pressing my palms against his sculpted pecks, he rocked into my core with a captivating rhythm. “I want to slide my cock into your simmering tight cunt all night long.”

  “Yes. Please don’t stop,” I gasped.

  Gliding and stretching the sensitive rim of my ass, Ian ignited the pulsating nerve endings in dazzling streaks of lighting, colliding in a blissful burn as they alternated each demanding thrust. Dipping low, Ian swiped his tongue down the center of my spine. James lifted one hand from his chest and pressed my fingers between my legs.

  “Rub that pretty little clit, sweetheart,” James grunted.

  My fingers toyed with my swollen nub as my cunt and ass clutched around them. Masculine hisses and curses echoed in my ears while my orgasm mounted and shrieked within. But like my greedy Doms, I didn’t want the sublime sensations to end. Mumbled words spilled from my lips as I panted and ground myself against their driving shafts. Unable to stave off the blaze of release, desperate screams reverberated in the air. I realized they were my own.

  “Ian?” James choked on a ragged voice.

  “Fuck yes. Yes,” Ian growled.

  James cupped my face. Gazing into my eyes with a blinding look of love, he grimaced.

  “Now, baby. Come now.”

  Still clutching his left bicep, I dug my nails into James’ flesh, threw back my head and issued an animalistic roar as the powerful orgasm annihilated me. The force of my release was so potent and overwhelming my elbow buckled and I slumped onto James. Quivering and clutching, I milked their cocks in uncontrollable spasms.

  Ian brought his open palm down with a loud, solid slap against my freshly welted ass. A blinding mixture of pleasure and pain exploded, dragging me up and over another stunning peak.

  “Who do you belong to, girl?” James barked before clenching his jaw.

  “You and Ian, Sir,” I panted.

  Ian issued a long, low curse. It melded with James’ guttural growl as they followed me over, spilling into me in euphoric tandem.

  Long minutes passed as our ragged breathing slowly settled. Ian supported his weight with his arms as he inched down over my back. Raising my head, I turned and kissed his soft lips, purring in delight, then dipped my head and granted James the same affection.

  My heart leapt with joy. A feeling of completeness pulsed within.

  “I love you, Sirs,” I proudly proclaimed.

  “We love you too, little one,” Ian murmured, planting a soft kiss on my shoulder.

  “Love you so very much, gorgeous,” James vowed.

  A gentle, soft sated purr vibrated from the back of my throat. Pressed between both amazing men, I realized they’d not only opened my eyes to a new and different kind of love, they’d seduced me into truly living life once more.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Bestselling Author Jenna Jacob’s erotic romance comes from the heart of submission. With over twenty years experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, Jenna strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice. Her stories will make you laugh, cry, and may leave you with a better understanding of the fulfillment found in the BDSM power exchange.

  A married mom of four grown children, Jenna and her husband live in Kansas. Her passions include her family, reading, camping, cooking, music, and riding Harleys. She loves to make people laugh with her outgoing and warped sense of humor. If you’re looking for hot romance with a kinky twist, you’ve found it.

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