by Tara Rose
“Not directly,” said Tom. “They helped identify names of loa mostly, and we’ll probably need them to help sort out some of the mythology and history.”
“So what happens now?” she asked.
Tom smiled and leaned back in his chair. “Now, we enjoy dessert with you, and then we decide whose house we’re going back to afterward.”
Ivy raised her glass. “I’ll drink to that.”
They drank several toasts, and then over dessert talked about the upcoming holidays, and how they were all looking forward to warmer weather in a few months. No one mentioned the curse again, but Ivy found the details Tom had given them exciting. It gave his and Merrick’s families hope, where they’d had none before.
But tonight she didn’t want to dwell on demons and curses. She wanted to enjoy her new adventure with these two charming, gorgeous men.
Chapter Fifteen
They decided to return to Merrick’s house because of the dungeon, but after Tom dropped them off, he said he needed to run back to his house. “I want to get a few of my favorite things.”
Ivy shivered at the look in his eyes. It was a combination of lust and intensity, and she realized how different tonight would be. She was going to submit in play and sex to both men. She could barely contain her excitement.
Merrick offered her water again, and then they sat in the den and waited for Tom to return. “Nothing has to happen if you don’t want it to.”
“You said that last night, too. I want this, Merrick. I’ve lived my entire life being careful and steadfast. I mean look at me. I’m thirty-four years old and this is the first time I’ve taken off work. I’ve been in the cockpit since I was ten, and I had my pilot’s license before I had my driver’s license.”
“I don’t have a pilot’s license. That’s something to be proud of.”
“I am proud of it. But my point is, this is all I’ve done. I live next to the hangers. I was engaged to another pilot. I only leave the compound to fly, or when it’s my turn to buy supplies for the office. And even then we usually just have them mailed because most of what we need isn’t available here on the island. I’ve done none of the things I’ve dreamed about doing, apart from flying a plane.”
His look turned molten again. “You’ve done some of them.”
She laughed softly. “Okay. You’re right. I’ve done a few of them. But I want to live my life. I want to experience new things, and push limits, and cross horizons that I’ve only dreamed about before.”
“We all want that.”
“Okay then. Let’s not question this or analyze it. Let’s have fun with it and see where it goes. You and Tom don’t hate each other. You were friends once.”
“We still are, underneath it all. Things got weird there for a while when Nadine went after Scott, but I think we’re all past that now.” His voice was tentative.
“I’m certainly past it. I mean that. Scott doesn’t deserve me. He never did. I only went out with him because we’ve known each other all our lives and our companies share business.”
Now he smiled and the emotion reached his eyes. “I’m so glad to hear you finally say that.” He held out his arms. “Come here.”
She crawled into his lap and kissed him. The lust coursing through her body was instant and powerful. She needed no further proof that this was the right thing to do with both men than what her own senses told her. She’d had crushes on them as a teen, and then had secretly lusted after them as an adult. It was time to bring her fantasies into the real world and really live past the artificial boundaries she’d set up, for the first time in her life.
Nothing she’d experienced with either man was like anything she’d had with Scott. She knew that now. And she knew that having both Tom and Merrick in her life, and in her bed, would only be twice as fabulous because of the men they each were.
“Hey, you started without me.”
Merrick released the kiss, and Ivy smiled at Tom. She and Merrick stood, and then Merrick led them downstairs to his dungeon. Tom had obviously been there before, and she wondered if they’d done this previously. “Have you two topped someone together?”
“No,” said Tom. “And don’t ask. It’s too embarrassing to tell you how little either of us gets to play these days. If we did, you’d think we were big losers.”
She shook her head. “I’d never think that. You’re both very hard workers. You’re busy all the time with business matters.”
“I guess we’ve all put our hearts and souls into only work and no play.”
She put her arms around Tom’s waist. “Those days are over. We’re going to have some fun from now on.” She glanced around. “This place is huge. Have you ever had a play party down here?”
“I used to host parties all the time,” said Merrick, “until it got to be a pain in the ass. Too many people in the house, and inevitably someone would get drunk and have to crash here, even though I had a strict rule about no booze. I also got tired of watching others enjoy themselves while I stood around on the sidelines, playing hall monitor.”
“Then I’m honored you both want me here tonight.”
“The honor is ours,” said Tom, releasing her embrace. “Now take off the dress.”
She laughed and saluted him. “Yes, Sir.”
“No goofing around with that.” Tom’s voice held a note of warning, but it also sent shivers up and down her spine. “If you’re going to call me ‘Sir’ I expect you to mean it.”
“I had her call me that last night. Are you okay if she addresses us each that way now?”
“Sure.” Tom’s gaze raked over her body. “Why are you still dressed?”
Ivy wiggled out of her dress, and Merrick pointed toward the alcove where he’d retrieved the hanger the evening before. “You can put your things over there. Keep on the shoes on, but take off the underwear, too.”
She didn’t feel the least bit self-conscious crossing the room to hang up her dress and put her bag on the shelf below it. She hesitated a second or two before removing her bra and panties, but both men had seen her naked already.
When she turned to face them, they had their heads bent together, poring over the items in the black bag that Tom had brought with him. She waited, and then finally they glanced toward her.
“Since you took so much impact play Wednesday and last night,” said Tom, “we’ve decided to give you different sensations tonight.” He glanced toward the cage. “And, while I’ve always been intrigued by that, I think we should introduce you to as many things as possible, so we’ll use something else instead.”
“Maybe we can work through the entire catalog by Christmas?” asked Merrick. His grin sent a fresh wave of desire racing through her.
“That’s an interesting idea,” said Tom.
Merrick pointed toward a leather chair with rings placed at intervals along the back and sides. “We’re using that tonight. Have a seat, beautiful.”
Her mind still reverberated with the fact that Merrick had called her beautiful when she took a seat on the bench. It was very comfortable. Soft leather with wide pads for her torso, hips, and legs, and it reclined slightly. As she settled back, Tom walked around behind her and slipped a piece of silk over her eyes. Ivy gasped. She hadn’t even noticed him carrying the blindfold.
“Is this all right?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir. I love the idea.”
“Merrick tells me he added yellow and green to your safewords, and they’ll be even more important with this on.” He tied it behind her head, and Ivy could actually feel her muscles relax. She wouldn’t be able to tell who was where or doing what, and that increased her arousal level. All she had to do was give into the sensations.
“So be sure to use them. One of us will be close to you at all times. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He kissed her neck. “Good girl.”
Even his voice sounded different. Each sense was enhanced now. She swore she could smell the drinks they’d al
l had at dinner. She heard their shoes on the floor as they moved around her, and detected the scents of leather and wood. Had she been able to smell those last night?
Soft cuffs were fitted around her wrists. “These are leather,” said Merrick, “and they have loops on them to thread rope or chain through.” He was on her left and Tom on her right. Once they had the cuffs on, she heard chains. “We’re attaching them to the chair. Raise your arms overhead.”
She did as he asked, and then she felt slight tugging as they attached the ends of the chains through the loops on the cuffs. “What color are you?” asked Tom.
“Green, Sir.”
“Now your ankles. Same thing. Spread your legs apart.”
Her feet didn’t touch the floor in this position, and once she spread her legs, she was completely exposed to them. Her wrists and ankles were cuffed to this bench with chains, and she couldn’t see what they were doing. This was the ultimate rush. A complete surrender. Ivy could hardly breathe she was so exited.
“Are you ready?” asked Merrick, his voice full of amusement.
“Yes, Sir. I think so.”
“Not good enough. We need to know you’re all right.”
“I am. It’s just…new being blindfolded. But I’m very excited right now.”
“Okay. Good girl. Use your safewords if you need to.”
Ivy listened, but she didn’t hear anything. When tiny pinpricks of pain rolled up and down her arms, at first they reminded her of the metal cage, but this was different.
“It’s a Wartenberg wheel,” said Merrick. “What do you think?”
“I like it, Sir.” There was just enough discomfort to send shivers up and down her spine, but no real pain.
Tom brushed a feather along her abdomen, and Ivy tried to move away, but her cuffs held her in place. “Not a fan of being tickled?” he asked.
“Not my favorite thing, Sir.”
“Is that a safeword, then?”
She didn’t want to do that. She wanted to relax into this very comfortable chair and experience everything they intended to give her. “No.”
“Good girl.” He alternated the feather with what felt like sandpaper, although he didn’t press it hard against her skin. Once she got used to the two sensations, she liked the difference. Merrick used the Wartenberg wheel on her arms and legs, and then he moved it over her neck, and between her breasts.
She moaned as Tom moved to using the feather and sandpaper on the insides of her thighs, teasing the area just short of touching her pussy lips. Merrick did the same thing with his wheel, stopping short of rolling it over her breasts each time. It had the intended effect. The closer they got each time, the more Ivy wanted them to use the implements on her nipples and pussy.
She moaned softly, writhing as much as possible against her cuffs in an effort to direct them where she wanted them to go, but she also suspected they were prolonging this on purpose. It was exquisite torture, and so much more sensual than the impact play had been. Although she had really enjoyed that and hoped for more in the future.
When they finally used the wheel, the sandpaper, and the feather on her breasts and pussy, their touch was delicate, as if testing her limits for each. She moaned louder, shaking her head back and forth as her arousal built.
“I think she likes this,” said Merrick. His voice was seductive and teasing, and Ivy was out of her mind with need at the sound of it.
“Definitely,” said Tom, pushing a bit harder on her clit with the paper. “Look how wet she is.” He slid a finger into her pussy, and Ivy cried out as he moved it in and out a few times. When he withdrew, she couldn’t take any more.
“Please…”
One of them kissed her on the nipples, first one, then the other. “No way,” said Merrick. “We’re not even close yet. But perhaps these will help?”
Ivy yelped as something pinched one nipple then the other. The sharp prick of pain subsided right away, but there was definitely something on her nipples. “What did you do, Sir?”
“They’re nipple clamps. What do you think?”
“I always thought they’d hurt.”
“They will when we take them off, but that won’t happen for a while yet, and we’ll help you through it. They enhance orgasms that way.”
“Oh…” She giggled as decadent images raced through her head, but her silliness soon turned to groans of pleasure as they alternated brushing their fingers over her breasts and pussy lips, then the toys, then licking them. Each pass across the clamps sent a tiny jolt of pain through her breasts as well, but Ivy loved the sensation.
They varied the pattern so she never knew what they were going to do next, and within a few moments their fingers were moving in and out of her pussy and now her asshole, as well, at random intervals. She was so ready to come she thought she’d burst. “Please…”
“Beg all you want,” said Tom, planting soft kisses on her clit. “But we control it, Ivy.”
She smiled and leaned her head back as she floated away into a blissful state once more. It was very close to the one she’d been in Wednesday and last night, and she never wanted it to end. Gradually, their mouths and hands replaced the toys, and when one of them sucked her clit, an orgasm crashed over her that she was sure was the most intense one she’d ever had.
One of them removed the clamps, and Ivy cried out in pain until he rubbed her nipples. The pain subsided, and Merrick hadn’t been kidding about it enhancing her orgasm. It was powerful and explosive, and she was certain she’d faint before it ended.
The other man kept up his finger fucking and licking until the contractions finally stopped, and then one of them grasped her hair and tugged on it, hard. “You’re in trouble now,” hissed Merrick. “Did we give you permission to come?”
“Oh…No, Sir. You didn’t. I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.” The endorphin rush coursing through her body at his words, and at his hand on her hair, was almost enough to bring on a second climax.
“Too bad,” he said. “We have to punish you.”
“I understand, Sir.”
One of them chuckled. “Oh come on,” said Tom. “Protest a bit, okay?”
She smiled. “Oh, please don’t punish me, Sir. I’ll never do it again.”
“That’s better, if a bit half-assed.”
“Really,” said Merrick. “I guess next time we’ll have to be more stern with her.”
“You two are perfect just as you are. I love this. Seriously.”
One of them kissed her on the lips. “You’re adorable,” said Merrick. “You know that? Perfectly delightful. But we’re still going to punish you for coming. Let’s see…” She heard him walking around. “What shall we make her do?” He snapped his fingers. “I have it.”
They started whispering, but she didn’t bother trying to hear their words. Whatever it was, she’d do it for them and would love it. This was the most fun she’d ever had, and she hoped her adventures with these two were just beginning.
Chapter Sixteen
Ivy expected them to flog her or paddle again, but instead, she heard rustling that meant they were undressing, and then one of them straddled her chest. The head of a slick cock teased her lips, but he didn’t speak. That was even more exciting, not knowing who it was. He slid a finger into her mouth and she sucked on it, and then when he withdrew it, she opened her mouth to let his dick inside.
Between her legs, the other man played with her clit and asshole until Ivy was certain she’d come again, and then she heard a condom being put on, and he slipped his cock into her pussy. She groaned in the back of her throat as both men fucked her. It was her ultimate fantasy, and she absolutely adored it.
Cuffed to a chair, one dick in her mouth and the other in her pussy, and unable to do anything except submit to it. She never wanted them to stop. She gave over to the rush of emotions, letting them fill her senses. Neither man was gentle, but that only added to her excitement. Their groans mirrored her own reactions, and she wondered how s
ex with only one man again could ever compare to this.
When he withdrew from her mouth, the other man pulled out of her pussy, and she heard the sound of condoms again before they changed places. She was very close to another orgasm now, but since her mouth was full she couldn’t tell them that. That thought almost brought on another fit of giggles until the man fucking her mouth tugged her hair again, holding her head still.
Ivy moaned once more as jolts of electricity raced up and down her limbs. What was it about having her hair pulled that sent such erotic thoughts through her mind? It was such a dominant, sexy gesture. It conveyed possession, and that’s what she wanted. To be owned by Merrick and Tom. She wanted to be theirs, heart, body, and soul.
She tried to hold off the impending climax but there was no way. Whoever fucked her pussy was simply too skilled, and he teased her clit with expert precision. They rode her until her contractions stopped, and then both men pulled out. Tom’s voice was soft and full of mischief in her ear. “I can see you didn’t learn your lesson.”
“I’m sorry, Sir. You’re both too good. There was no way to stop it.”
They took off the blindfold, and each man kissed her deeply, tongue and all, before they uncuffed her and asked her if she needed a break. She didn’t, so they led her to a wide, padded bench, covered in what looked like fake fur.
“The closest thing down here we have to a bed,” said Merrick. “We won’t blindfold you or restrain you for this, sweetheart.” He lay on the bench and put on a condom, then motioned her over with one finger. “Come here.”
Sweetheart? Her heart gave a little lurch at hearing him call her that. It was nice, but she wasn’t going to read anything into it. She straddled him, and then he helped her sheath his dick with her pussy. She cried out in pleasure as he grasped her hips, moving her up and down. If this was their idea of punishment, she’d take it all night long.
“Lie against me.” She did, and then behind her, Tom filled her asshole with a lubed finger. Ivy groaned loudly. Having both holes filled was exquisite. She couldn’t get enough of it. When she heard him put on a condom, Merrick stopped thrusting and gently cupped her face. “If you don’t like this, just say so and we stop. All right?”
