She slapped him hard. “I’m not calling you anything.” The imprint of her hand glowed red against his skin, and she watched the iridescent eyes spark. Not with anger as she had imagined, but with anticipation. Her fear and anger turned this “thing” on.
Grabbing her wrist, he pinned her arms to her sides with his knees, as his body rose above hers. Pain shot into her shoulder at the rough treatment.
She leaned backwards with the force of his weight, while her legs wrapped around his waist. She pushed with her muscles, but he forced her body against the length of the sofa cushions. Her sweater rode up to the edge of her breasts. When he spoke, his voice had changed back to the seductive hiss of a serpent.
“Oh, but you will.” He leaned forward. She felt his tongue circle against the skin of her belly. The cold silver of his tongue ring caused ripples of desire through her abdomen. She wriggled one arm free, reaching out to scratch him, but he moved too quickly.
A knee pinned her arm midway between her wrist and elbow while he removed a black leather belt from his pants. Pulling both arms up, he wrapped her wrists securely. Satisfied with his binding, he jerked her arms above her head and attached the belt to a hook built into the back of the sofa beneath the cushions. He kissed her nose.
“By the time I get through tempting you, you’ll scream all my names.” Moving lower, he bit her above her hip at the edge of her low-cut pants. His eyes glinted at her from under long black lashes, and his smile flashed wickedly.
Hayley felt her pussy grow hot and wet. God, she’d never met a more sinfully beautiful man. The danger that he radiated outweighed her fear and made her want to draw closer to his dark flame.
“Even Eve eventually gave me all that I wanted when I whispered in her ear.”
His mouth inched lower to close over her jeans. His tongue, forked and pierced, flickered at the junction of her thighs. His eyes lit with a new fire. A moan escaped Hayley; he lifted his head.
“That’s it, girl. Give in to me, like I know you want to.” With nostrils flared, he sniffed her crotch.
“I smell your lust.” His teeth clamped onto the zipper, and he tugged the metal down. “Now let me taste your cream.”
The inferno he’d created within her body consumed her. She couldn’t fight him. She didn’t want to. Casting the last of her insecurities aside, she spread her thighs for him.
“Oh, yeah.”
The deep rumble of his laugh vibrated through her back as his head buried between her legs. The first flick of that wicked tongue sent her careening over the edge into a red-hot pool of flame.
When the orgasm hit, she bucked so hard she would have knocked them to the floor, but he wrapped strong hands around her hips and lifted her up away from the hook to sit on the sofa with his body behind hers. In that position, his hands could stroke under her sweater and across her skin from her neck to her breasts.
When he undid her bra and tweaked her nipples, Hayley’s whimper echoed through the room. Her clasped hands tightened into fists. Her nails bit into her palms.
“Like that?” His voice rasped against her ear.
Weak and helpless, she nodded.
His fingers traced across her abdomen as though he drew diagrams, and he muttered something in a strange language. She concentrated on the patterns and realized they were inverted pentacles. “W-What are you doing?”
He smiled against her cheek before he kissed her.
“I’m starting the binding process.” He continued down and around to the apex between her legs.
She drew her legs together when he touched her at the point above her clit. The stimulation of his tongue had been too much. She couldn’t take anymore. His lips nibbled her neck, and tiny quivers of pleasure made her eyes close.
“Open up, baby.” His voice held a note of authority, but he didn’t wait for her compliance. His hands spread her knees wider. With his feet he pulled her jeans the rest of the way down her legs. When the garment had landed in a tangled heap on the floor, his hands traveled up her thighs, and he held her open until his legs spread her calves. Powerful forearms and elbows pinned her within the circle of his arms.
“I don’t like this, though.” Hayley tried to scoot away, but she couldn’t move. His grip was too strong, like bands of steel.
“You will.” His words sounded like a growl. “I know what you need.”
An arm wrapped around her waist as his nose pressed closer into the curve of her neck, where he sniffed her, like an animal. Thoughts of his canines made her body stiffen, but the sensation, when it came, took her by surprise. There was no bite. Long, strong fingers dipped into her vagina, not one or two, but three, forcing the drenched lips of her sex to stretch and burn against his invasion. His fingers took her with greed, like they were mini penises, each hungry for their own release.
She gasped. “That hurts.”
She moved her hips in an attempt to break free, but the more she tried to escape, the harder and faster he pumped his hand into her body, stretching her tightness inch by inch. The burning subsided to be replaced by a pressure, which built to a point where pleasure and pain merged.
The hand on her waist moved to her nipple, and he pinched her again and again. With every tweak, the muscles around her pussy pulled tight to drive her mad. His other fingers continued to play over her skin and in her body until she screamed his name.
“Dis!”
She frowned -- that wasn’t his name. Why had she called him ... Dis? All thoughts twirled out of control as he angled his fingers higher against her G-spot. Her body arched and spasmed in orgasm, but he held her tight against him.
“That’s it, baby.” He stroked her belly as if drawing the exquisite release out through her body into his. He kissed her cheek. “Mm, so sweet.”
“Please, I can’t take anymore.”
He laughed. “We’re not through yet.” His teeth bit into her neck without breaking the skin. He suckled over her jugular. “The night has just begun.”
Chapter Five
“Hm, nice door,” Jay said. He rubbed his hand over a door covered with black leather and silver chains. The padding felt smooth and thick. Olga’s throaty laugh caught his attention. She pulled him further inside the room and closed the door. The music outside evaporated.
“Wow, this is great.” Jay walked to the wall and pounded his fist against the cold cement. “Hmph. Must have cost a fortune.”
He’d love to get his hands on enough money to soundproof his recording studio, like this place. He cocked his head to one side and closed his eyes.
“Nope, can’t hear a peep.” He wouldn’t have thought anything could mask the decibels pelting out from the room behind them. His ears were still ringing from the blare of electric guitars and the throbbing bass of the drums.
“Jay?” Olga came up behind him and wrapped her arms through his. Her hands grasped his shoulders, and the red claws pierced his skin.
“I do not vant to talk about zis soundproofing.” She turned him toward her.
His mouth was level with hers. When she stuck her bottom lip out in a pretty pout, Jay’s cock jumped. “Yeah?” He flicked her plump lip with his forefinger. “What do you want to do with that beautiful mouth, if not talk?”
She kissed and sucked his finger until one knuckle was covered by her red lips. She reached out and drew his hips against hers, hard, with both hands.
Jay gasped at Olga’s strength. She had knocked the breath out of him. The gasp turned to a groan at the feel of her pelvis against his. Her hips moved in a slow, circular motion, and she sucked his finger harder.
“Olga, baby, I’m going to come if you don’t quit.” He pulled to free his finger from her mouth, but she bit down. Pain shot from his fingertip through his arm.
“Ow! Bitch!” He tried to move away, but she wrapped her arms around him in a grip so tight he thought his ribs would crack.
“O-Olga, you’re crushing me.” He grabbed her hair and pulled. “Let go!”
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nbsp; There was a pop. He stumbled backwards, while his finger throbbed with pain from the suction of her lips and the bite of her teeth. What was wrong with this bitch? A minute ago she had been so sweet. He looked at her narrowed eyes.
The full mouth was a thin line slashed across her face, and her massive chest heaved. She moved from side to side like a wrestler ready to pounce, or a giant tigress.
Jay held up his hand. “Now, wait a minute.”
His glance darted around the room, and he noticed objects hanging on the wall that resembled weapons: a ball with spikes, a flogger with about ten knotted leather strips of various lengths. He gulped at the sight of a table in one corner with straps on each end. His stomach muscles tightened. In anticipation or dread, he couldn’t say.
“I don’t know what you had in mind, lady, but I don’t go in for that S and M crap. You got the wrong boy.”
Olga growled low in her throat. “Do not lie. You know you vant it.”
Jay crouched, ready to take her on if she tried to jump him. She looked like she could handle two or three men his size, the way the muscles in her legs and arms bulged.
Damn. He hadn’t noticed how beefed up she was. In the dim light of the bar, she’d looked curvaceous and sexy. Her bicep flexed. Well, she still looked sexy, but hell. He hadn’t counted on anything rough.
“Where’s that sister of yours? Or was that just a lie to get me back here?”
“Olga didn’t lie, Jay.” The voice sounded from a darkened corner of the room behind Olga. “I’m over here.”
Jay stiffened. If he was going to have to tackle two Amazons, this was going to be a rough encounter. He tried to remember how his football coach had told him to handle oncoming defense players. Keep your head down and shoulders square, boy. Never let your guard down. They’ll try every trick in the book to get the ball.
That was the damned truth. Jay felt his balls draw tight in defense.
“What’s wrong, Jay?” The second woman, Helga, stepped into the light. “Don’t you like to play two against one?”
She was everything Olga wasn’t. Petite and dark, short black hair lying close to her scalp, skin the color of honey. Her laugh, rich and deep, blended with her husky voice but didn’t bear a trace of an accent.
His balls might balk, but his dick was ready to play offense. He had a hard-on bigger than Texas. Anything to score.
“Damn, girls.” Jay stood straight and rubbed a hand across his head. His short military cut stung his fingers. “You make it hard to say ‘no.’”
Olga let out a scream. Jay tried to get back into stance, but was too late. The bigger girl hit him square in the gut. His back crashed against the hard floor, and Olga straddled his belly.
Jay struggled to catch his breath. She hit harder than any linebacker he’d ever encountered. Maybe she was a man. He laughed at the thought, but soon cried out in pain. Olga flipped him over on his stomach and pulled his arms behind him. The more he struggled, the more she twisted.
“Ow! Get off me.” This game had gone too far. If he could get his knees under him, he could buck her off and stand. Then he’d let the bitch have it. He’d never hit a woman, but this was self-defense.
A knee ground into the middle of his back, and his chin popped against the floor. Stars swam in his vision, and he was reminded of Sylvester the cat when he tried to attack Tweety-Bird. Tears stung his eyes. Tiny feet encased in soft leather boots came into view. Helga.
Jay blinked back the tears and looked up. His gaze traveled over shapely legs covered in black fishnet stockings held in place by red garters. When he reached the apex between her thighs, he stared, and his mouth watered at the sight of crotchless panties.
Helga squatted to his level. “Like what you see, Jay?”
“No.” Jay closed his mouth and looked away. If he gave in to her, he knew he was going to have hell to pay. These bitches meant business. A hand grasped what little hair he had and jerked his head back. At first he thought it must be Olga, the giantess; he was surprised to see Helga’s arm stretched out. Her deep, brown eyes were narrowed, and her cheeks were flushed red.
Helga scooted closer and spread her legs wider. The scent of her cunt wafted across his nose. “Are you sure?” Her voice held a warning.
“Yeah.” He gritted his teeth. His hair felt like it was being pulled out by the roots, but he couldn’t give in. “I see pussies prettier than that every day -- Ahhhh!”
Helga pulled his hair at the same time Olga’s knee drove harder between his shoulder blades. Helga moved away with short, quick steps. The sound of leather striking against skin reached his ears as Olga twisted his arms higher onto his back and lifted him up to face her sister. Jay’s heart stopped at the sight.
Helga had turned the table on end and stood beside the contraption, holding a whip. The black handle made a smacking sound against the palm of her hand. Trickles of blood oozed from her skin, but she continued to watch him with eyes full of anger and excitement, oblivious to the pain she must feel.
He looked at her pussy. The short curls were covered with slick moisture. My God, she’s getting off on the pain. He swallowed hard, but against his better judgment, he grew hard as a brick. He’d only ever seen this particular scenario on film when his older brother and friends had brought an X-rated movie to a bachelor party. He’d been turned on big time. This was his secret fantasy, but he’d never thought he’d get to experience his deepest desire.
Helga must have noticed his hesitation. She smiled and motioned for Olga to bring him over to the table. Jay tried to resist, but the larger woman exerted more pressure on his arms. Pain shot into one of his shoulders, and he thought his elbow would snap. He gritted his teeth to keep from crying.
“Damnation, woman, ease up before you break my arms.”
Olga pulled him against her chest. Nipples dug into his back through his shirt. “I am going to break somezing else before zee night is zrough.” Her tongue circled his earlobe before she bit down.
Jay’s dick shot up at the pain. Traitor, he thought. His body was excited at the prospect ahead, but his mind rebelled. He knew what the two women had in store for him, and how much torture was involved. Part of him wanted to know, but the more rational side wanted to run.
Kinda hard to do at the moment.
He was frog-marched to the table, turned, and strapped to the thing. Olga seemed to take special delight in slamming him against the thick wood. She giggled when the air whooshed from his body and he grunted.
Jay tasted blood in his mouth. His tongue touched a tooth, and he swore it was loose. The bitch was going to pay for that. He’d spent a fortune on dental work over the years, repairing damage done from hits he’d received playing football.
The blond came close to his face. Her red-taloned fingers stroked his jaw from one side to the other. Full lips kissed him on the mouth. When she pulled away, Jay spit the blood over her face.
A scream of fury tore through the still air of the room, and the hair stood up across his neck. The look of outrage turned the goddesslike features into those of a hideous monster. Her lips pulled back to show her teeth. Her cheeks flamed with anger, and her eyes bulged. She drew her fist back and aimed at his face. Jay shut his eyes and turned his head, but the blow never came. One at a time, he opened his eyes to peek at what had caused his reprieve.
Olga was down on her hands and knees in front of Helga, who had a booted foot on the Amazon’s back and a hand wrapped tight in the long blond hair. Her dark brown eyes sparked with fury.
Jay breathed a sigh of relief, but his gratitude was short-lived when he saw the reflection of anger she flashed in his direction. Helga pushed Olga away and stepped forward. When she was even with him, she raised her whip and flicked the long, loose tips down his right cheek. The action was gentle and deliberate, and his dick tightened with the movement of the leather strips against his skin.
Her smile at his reaction was cruel. Her fingers touched his chest to work between the buttons of
his shirt and massage his skin. The sweet, musky smell of her skin and hair teased his nose. When her hand moved lower over his abdomen, he moaned.
“That feels good.”
“Mm, you like?”
“Yeah, I like.” He gave a short laugh, which caught in his throat when her hand cupped his balls and squeezed. She rubbed her hand up and down the outline of his shaft.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.” He pivoted his hips against the motion of her hands. Now, this was more like what he’d had in mind when Olga had suggested a threesome. Jay closed his eyes against his urge to come.
“Faster, baby, come on. Don’t tease old Jay, now.”
Her laugh vibrated through him, and Jay smiled but kept his eyes closed. Her fingers unsnapped his jeans and worked his zipper down to release his dick. He sucked in a breath at the touch of her fingers on his bare skin, cool and firm.
“Ahh ... yeah.”
When her tongue flicked across the end of his cock, Jay’s body jerked. One flick, two, then her mouth devoured him. He clenched his jaw to prevent his orgasm. Her mouth was hot and wet, and when she sucked him hard, he could imagine he was in a tight, hot cunt. Damn, she was good.
A whimper sounded behind Helga. Jay opened his eyes to see Olga sitting on the floor where her sister had left her, watching them and rubbing her clit. Her long legs were bent at the knees and splayed.
With every flick of Helga’s tongue against him, Olga moved her fingers, faster and faster. Her breathing matched his, hard and shallow. He could feel the pressure build in his body and saw the same on her face. They were about to come.
He gripped the straps on his wrists tighter, and his head pushed against the table. Olga’s lips parted in a heavy pant, and she leaned her head back. Their eyes met, and their mutual need clashed, but he couldn’t break contact.
He pumped his hips against Helga’s mouth and watched Olga pump her hips against her fingers. When his orgasm hit, hers took her at the same time, and they cried out together.
With his body relaxed, he closed his eyes and felt Helga kiss his cock. There was a flurry of movement, but he couldn’t open his eyes yet. He felt too damned good.
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