“Come on.” Vaughn hooks his fingers into a loop in the rope behind my back, then turns me around. He walks me over to this massive mirror that’s on a tripod of wheels. I gasp a little at the sight of my reflection. Gravity wins every battle versus my huge tits, but Vaughn managed to create a nice shelf of rope for my breasts to sit on. My nipples are perfectly on display, but my favorite part is the way he’s looped the ropes in the shape of a heart just below my collarbone. He only used the black rope, but I can just imagine how nice other colors would look against my skin.
I look up at Shaw, just as he bends down and shoves his fingers between my legs.
“Shit,” I hiss between my teeth before I catch myself. He glares up at me and I remember the rules. “Sir.”
I try to hold still as his middle finger slowly rubs back and forth over my slit. Whatever wetness my labia was hiding from the open air is now on his hands and he’s spreading it over my skin, around my clit. I know what I said earlier about wanting to slow down, about needing time. Still, I wouldn’t be upset if he shoved his dick inside me and put me out of my misery.
“Come over here with me,” he says.
He takes hold of the twisted rope behind my back and walks me over to the sex rocker where he’s secured that large dildo to the base mount. “I’m gonna take care of Vaughn and you’re going to watch and take care of yourself.”
I nod, biting the inside of my lip. That seems to be a sufficient response for his house rules. I follow his lead as he maneuvers me over the padded seat of the rocker, then helps me squat until the dildo is pressing against my entrance. My thighs are strong, but not strong enough to hold this awkward squat for more than a minute. Maybe two, if I’m really determined. Shaw knows it, too. I look up at him as his eyebrow arches, questioning what plan I seem to have in mind. I let out a deep breath and sink down on the silicone cock.
“Fuck!” I cry out as it presses against my cervix. It hurts, I won't lie.
“Sit back and adjust your feet,” Shaw says. I let my ass settle fully back on the red cushion supporting my thighs, then scoot my feet forward a couple inches. That does the trick. The dildo presses perfectly against my g-spot. The pain is replaced by a perfectly sweet ache. Shaw takes my chin again, his go-to move that I don’t hate all. I watch him as he scans my face.
“You set the pace. Go as fast or as slow as you like. Come your fucking face off or don’t come at all, but keep this in mind. When I’m done with Vaughn, I’m gonna dick you down until I’m ready to stop.” I remind myself that I still have my safe word. I still have red on my side if I literally can’t stand it. For now though, I accept the challenge. That’s the point of all this. I want to be pushed to my limit. I can have boring sex and three minutes of quality time with my hand at home. I nod again and a small voice in my mind tells me to beg. Yes, beg Shaw to kiss me again. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but it’s what I want the most right now. One of his rough, commanding kisses.
I miss my moment, though. He turns and walks over to the cabinet and busies himself, most likely looking for what he needs to take care of Vaughn, who is now pacing through the middle of the room. I can’t help but notice that he won't look at me. It’s okay. I have no idea what Shaw has in store for him. I’m sure Vaughn needs more than a few minutes to get his mind right.
I sit on the rocker and focus on my breathing and every tiny motion of my hips. My pussy is so full and I know all I need to do is rock forward and rock back. I know I can make myself come, but I don’t want to move. Not yet. Maybe this is part of Shaw’s lesson. I can sit on the sidelines. I can watch and give myself a certain kind of pleasure. Or I can dive fully in and play with these boys.
I look over at Shaw again as he leans back and calls out to Vaughn. “Do I need to tie you up?”
Vaughn stops pacing, considering the floor before he looks up and shakes his head. “No, sir. I need to move.”
“Fine by me.” Shaw closes the cabinet and crosses the room, heading in my direction. He squats in front of the rocker, holding a handcrafted wooden paddle across his palms.
“I did make this,” he said, clearly proud of his work with the dark-stained wood. It is very beautiful. “I’m going to use this paddle on Vaughn.”
I swallow and nod, encouraging him to go on.
“Vaughn is very good at communicating his needs to me. When he has a lot of emotions built up, he likes pain. He enjoys rough strikes. I want you to remember that before we get started. What I’m about to do is what he asked for.”
“Yes—yes, sir,” I squeak out.
“We are in a scene together, though, all three of us. If this becomes too much for you, use your safe words. Okay? Voyeurism also needs consent. I’m not going to force you to watch something you don’t want to watch.”
“Okay, sir.”
“Good.” He winks at me before he stands to his full height and turns back to Vaughn. He pushes up the sleeves of his henley and stretches his neck. My eyes are drawn to his inked forearms. In the back of my mind, I realize I want more of Shaw. All of him. My eyes move to Vaughn as his shoulders and chest rise and fall. I can see his whole body. Taut, even muscle, his toes moving against the floor. I know this stance is a type of mental preparation. I almost laugh when I realize where and how I’ve experienced it before when I’m anticipating a horrible day in court. Vaughn is gathering his strength and his focus. I realize that I’m afraid for him, even though I shouldn’t be.
Shaw huffs out a breath through his nose, then fixes his gaze on Vaughn’s pacing. “I’m ready to begin,” he says.
Vaughn lets out his own deep breath, walks over and grabs the edge of the stocks with his hands as he bends over. Shaw carefully walks up behind him. I brace myself for the first strike, ignoring the thrill that shoots through my pussy as my whole body clenches down. Shaw doesn’t swing, though. He waits. I look at Vaughn and his mouth is moving, but no sound is coming out. Suddenly he moves his head to the side and I hear a small pop as he cracks his neck.
“Begin, sir,” he says, nice and clearly.
I blink, my neck snapping back in surprise as Shaw lands the first blow.
Eleven
Vaughn
I have a high tolerance for pain. Higher than most people. When I received my fraternity brand, my line brothers were disturbed for months by how calmly I’d handled the whole process. Shaw’s first strike is nothing, but it helps reset my brain. We’re trying our best to loop Brooklyn in. To be honest with each other and honest with her, but he knows that I’m already struggling. He knows that she’s pressing all of my buttons. He knows I’m on the verge of fucking this all the way up.
I’m a fucking pig, thinking I can claim her this soon. As if that’s something she wants. Thinking that I, we, are all that she needs. That she just needs to give us a chance to show her. Shaw knows I’m close to breaking. He knows I’m already beating myself up. I wasn’t put on this Earth to save anyone, save any woman. But I can’t go back in time and change anything that’s happened, including the conversations we’ve had today. Brooklyn is one of the most—no, she is the most open woman I’ve ever met. I can see now why she demanded honesty, because she gives it so freely. How can I not love that? How can I not want to protect that amazing part of her?
She’s not yours to protect, I think to myself again before Shaw’s paddle connects with the right side of my ass even harder. I jolt forward a bit, but I don’t let go of my grip on the edge of the stocks. My cock is already swollen. It’s been full and hard since I had to stop myself from licking Brooklyn’s luscious breasts as she graciously let me bind her. I think of the innocent look in her eyes as she let me work. She has no idea what she’s getting herself into with us. I want her to red out of this situation so we can stop. I trust she will if she’s not into it, but as Shaw lands his third, fourth and fifth strikes, all I hear from the direction of that rocker is her heavy breathing.
I see now how much she’s been hurting. Not just from losing Josh
and being betrayed by him, but from feeling alone and misunderstood her whole life. I go to trial maybe twice a year. I can’t imagine showing up day after day on behalf of abused children and assault victims. Part of her is made of pure steel. But what happens when that’s all anyone ever sees? She laid it out, plain and simple. She wants to be fucked senseless. She also wants to be kissed and caressed. She wants to be held. She wants to be loved. But she hasn’t chosen us yet. We’re just not there. And outside of this room, I still don’t know if Shaw and I, together, are strong enough for her. So I’ll let Shaw beat the sense back into me, give me the release I need so I keep my mouth shut until she decides.
My body settles into the pain around the tenth lick. Eleven is different, though. So fucking hard, I shoot up as I curse out loud. Shaw knows to give me space. I slowly walk over to the door, breathing harshly, scrubbing my hands over my face. My ass is on fire, my whole body is sweating, and my cock… I look down as a string of precum stretches to the floor.
“Are we done?” Shaw says, his voice rough as I walk back in his direction. I look at Brooklyn and she’s practically panting. Her chest is rising and falling in harsh, heavy waves and her eyes are fixated on me. I don’t miss the fact that her hips are swinging back and forth. She’s fucking herself nice and slow.
“Green,” she says quietly, before she says it again a little louder. Reminding me that Shaw is waiting for my answer. “Green.”
“No, sir. I’m not done.”
“Then get your ass over here and let me finish.”
I join him back at the stocks and assume the position again. The paddle blasts against the left side of my ass, the pain vibrating through my body straight to my cock.
“How does that dick feel?” he asks before he strikes me again.
“Full, sir,” I groan out. “Heavy.”
“I think you should empty in Brook’s mouth. What do you think about that? You want to fuck Brook’s pretty mouth til you fill it with your come?”
“I—I’d like that,” she huffs out. “I’d like that, sir.”
Shaw doesn’t respond. He just paddles my ass until I’m cursing at the top of my lungs. My cock is dripping, creating a small puddle on the floor between my feet. If I didn’t think my patience would be rewarded with Brook’s full lips and perfect tongue, I’d nut right then and there, without touching my dick. All Shaw needs to do is say the words and I’d spill it all. But that’s not what I want. Not right now.
Shaw delivers another, harder blow and a shiver runs over me. The endorphins rush through me, my head’s light and all I can think about is coming. It’s on Shaw now because I’ve hit that euphoric point. I won't tap out. He knows he has to pull me back. One more blow and I hear the paddle clank down on the nearby counter. A second later, his rough palms are smoothing over my ass. I can feel the tension in his body. He never answered Brooklyn’s question, I realize. He never said what he wanted. Typically, I’d drop to my knees or ask permission to drop his pants so I could fuck his tight asshole until his gives us both permission to come, but things are different now.
Brooklyn is here.
Shaw’s hands smooth down my back before he swats my ass with his bare palm. He wants to take the edge off, but neither of us want me to come down yet. I brave a look at Brooklyn at the light sound of her desperate moan. She’s not looking at me. She’s looking at Shaw as she rocks back and forth on that padded seat. I can see the look on her face. She’s so close to begging. I’m just not sure for what.
“You want to come in her mouth or you want to come in her pussy?” Shaw says. Brooklyn moans even louder before I can respond. The answer is a no brainer. I’ve already sampled that sweet cunt earlier in the day. I’d give anything to be back inside her again, in any way she’ll have me. I stand and do my best to breathe. I look at Brooklyn and she looks back at me, her hips stilling. I think she’s trusting me to make the right call.
“In her pussy,” I say so she can hear me.
“Grab the condoms and some lube,” Shaw replies. When I come back from the supply cabinet with a handful of protection, Shaw is squatting beside Brooklyn again, running his hand over her shoulder before he reaches down and starts to toy with her breasts. Her eyes slam shut for a moment before she recovers, her gaze flitting between us.
“How are we doing, kitten?” he asks her.
“Good, sir.” My cock twitches at the sound of her breathy voice. She’s going to cry. I can hear it. She’s too pent up. Her mind is processing too much. She needs a full release and I know that will bring cathartic tears. The tears she fought to hold back at the beach.
Shaw tilts his head to the side and looks between her legs. “Made a little mess there. Did you enjoy watching me paddle Vaughn?”
She nods again. “Yes, sir.”
“It was nice having an audience,” he says as he reaches up and roughly grabs my cock. My breath hisses between my teeth as Brooklyn gasps. I can’t come. I can’t come. He swirls his thumb over the tip of my erection, gathering my precum before he takes the shiny drops and spreads them out over Brooklyn’s bottom lip. On reflex, her tongue sweeps out and laps it up.
“Ooh. You like that, huh?” Shaw says, pushing his thumb deeper into her mouth. When he pulls it out, Brooklyn doesn’t respond, but he does it again, gathering more clear precum from my dick and wiping it on her lip. Her tongue darts out again and I know it’s not enough for her. She wants more. Shaw glances up at me before he turns back to Brooklyn. “Next time, I think we need to call in some more dudes. I don’t think a dick in her pussy and a dick in her ass is enough for her. We gotta fill her all the way up.”
Brooklyn moans again, her eyes slowly closing as she rocks forward and back. Shaw will let her come, rocking herself on that thing. He doesn’t care. He’s still gonna fuck her once her pulls her off of it. He leans forward and whispers something in her ear and she practically melts against his shoulder, nodding. I know that feeling. That desperation. The sight of it has more precum leaking from the tip of my dick.
“Vaughn. Take that shit and go lay down on the bench.”
I go over to the custom mahogany bench Shaw made for me when we first met and set the condoms and lube on the floor. I have a sense where this is going, so I lay down on my back just as I hear another of Brooklyn’s soft cries. A moment later, Shaw has her standing beside me. I look over at her and catch the glistening wet spot on her thighs. Shaw makes quick work of getting a condom on me before he pulls his jeans halfway down his thighs, exposing his own erection. He puts a condom on himself, then guides Brooklyn over my lap, but he doesn’t make her sit. I don’t mind the view. Her soft stomach and her large breasts hover right in my line of sight. I look at Shaw behind her, towering over her shoulder as he coats his fingers with lube.
“You took that fake dick just fine,” he says as I see his hands move down to her ass. He’s spreading the lube around. “I know you can handle me.”
“I can, Shaw,” she breathes out as she forces her shoulders to drop. She’s trying to relax. I wait, watching them both. Damn near dying because her warm pussy is just an inch above my cock and I know I can’t move, can’t sink into her until Shaw gives me the okay. I watch her face, her lips dropping open as he slowly pushes his way into her ass.
“Shaw,” she moans before she lets out a little high-pitched noise. I watch the focus on his face. The way his fingers dig into her round hips. He doesn’t stop until he’s all the way inside of her and then he lets out a quick breath like he knows. He knows he’s in trouble ’cause she feels so good. I swallow as he starts to pump in and out of her, my dick still straining and eager. I know he won’t make me wait forever, but he has no problem making me wait for a while.
“Okay, Vaughn,” Shaw groans. “You can fuck her.”
Slowly, with his hand on her lower back and a hand on her stomach, Shaw bends Brook over. I reach up and gently take her upper arms in my hands, giving her the support she needs. All on her own, she wiggles her way onto my
cock, rubbing herself along the head until I find her entrance and push my way in.
“God damn,” I say through gritted teeth. Her pussy is so tight and I can feel Shaw. I can feel his large erection filling her up from behind. He starts moving again. Setting a steady pace that’s easy for me to catch on to. No alternating in and out. We move in and out together. We both rock back and forth in tandem, Shaw cupping her bound breast and me supporting her arms as she cries out between us. I feel her pussy quiver as an orgasm runs through her. Her forehead drops and presses against my chin.
She seems too overwhelmed to speak, but that doesn’t stop moans and sighs from coming from her mouth. She cries out, clenching down hard around my dick, right before I feel a fresh rush of wetness on my lap. Shaw takes that as his cue to go harder and faster. I follow his lead, waiting for my turn to let go. Waiting for the moment where he can’t hold himself back.
We fuck Brook until she can’t stand. I see it in Shaw’s face and feel her weight starting to go limp in my arms. She’s still coming, her pussy leaking all over my thighs, but we want her to be able to walk the next day. We want her to want this again. I hear the way Shaw’s breath leaves his mouth. He’s about to come. Sure enough, he goes still for just a fraction of a second before he pumps into her, harder and faster. I can’t keep up with his rhythm anymore. I jerk up, trying to meet the pumping of Brooklyn’s hips. She arches her back, whimpering his name and then mine before coming again. I close my eyes and think about everything but how badly I want to nut inside this woman. How badly I need to come. Lights flash behind my closed lids as I remember the most important thing. It’s Shaw’s call. Shaw says when.
I hear a rough “fuck” come from his mouth and, when I open my eyes, he’s pulled out of Brooklyn. I take her full weight and hold her against me as she tries to breathe, her arms still bound. I lose sight of Shaw as he crosses the room. When I hear the sink running, I know he’s taking a minute to clean up.
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