by Jessie Jones
"Y-yes!" Gillian shakily gasped, her body quivering from her near explosive release and her painful, stinging back side. She could see that John was upset with her, by the rage mixing with lust in his blackened eyes. Maybe denying his kiss wasn't the smartest move.
"Pat," John said to the Irishman before lightly kissing Gillian's lips again. The British billionaire's eyes locked with hers as he softly caressed the pulse at the base of her neck with his fingers saying, "I want you to fuck kitten into submission for me while she strokes my cock. You may come in her pussy, but she will find no release."
"John, I'm sorry," Gillian began nervously, feeling Patrick come up behind her. As he placed kisses down her spine, the Irishman gripped her hips before easing his dick into her tight, wet cunt. A hard, intense shiver instantly went through her body as he began a slow, rhythmic pace. Her eyes immediately glazed with passion, and her pussy wept down her thighs when the blond Adonis pulled all but the tip of his cock out, only to slam himself back inside. The Brit moved her hand to his cock, wrapping his hand around hers to begin stroking himself. John kissed her lips passionately and plucked her nipples painfully with each of Patrick's rough thrusts. Gillian could feel her own orgasm forming deep in the pit of her core. She wanted to come so badly, but what would John do if she disobeyed? Gillian didn't think she could take much more punishment.
"Tell me you love me, kitten," John gently ordered, watching her fight her own body for release as she stroked his cock. He could see how angry she was in the depths of her emerald eyes, but he could also see love there. John could also see just how much she was enjoying Patrick fucking her. He could tell that she was physically hurting from not being allowed an orgasm, but he wanted her to know who was in control. When she did not immediately respond, he softly asked, "Did you not promise to obey me, sweetheart? If that sweet, delicious cunt of yours wants to come on Pat's cock, then I suggest you tell me what I want to hear."
A tear fell from Gillian's emerald eyes as she looked at John's handsome face. She did love this man, regardless of how much he was making her suffer. Her body also desperately craved the incredible release that only he and Patrick could give her. Gillian's voice was shaky and weak as she said, "I love you, Pooh-Bear. Please…let…me come."
John smiled at Gillian lovingly before kissing her softly once more on the lips. When he pulled back, he said, "Pat, kitten needs to come. Let's help her with that, shall we?"
"With pleasure, Johnny," Patrick moaned, feeling his own release near. Slapping her ass playfully before jiggling it, the Irishman pulled his cock out of her warmth. He then bent over to place kisses on the red skin and wrapped his hand around her long, black hair before jerking her roughly back against his chest. Turning her around in his meaty, thick arms, Patrick ran a tongue along her lips. When she allowed him to kiss her, a brilliant smile touched his beautiful face. His hand trailed down to play with her throbbing clit as he said in Gaelic, "Our feisty, little lion has put away her claws, at least for now."
"For now," John simply repeated as Patrick leaned back against the pillows and pulled Gillian onto his lap. He then watched the tantalizing beauty immediately push the Irishman back as she began to grind Pat's fully embedded cock against her cunt. John was so fucking turned on and irritated by the dominant, defiant action that he again painfully slapped her ass and positioned himself behind her. Gillian immediately purred and her head fell back against John's massive, muscular chest as he eased the full length of his cock, covered with juices from her pussy, into her ass.
Gillian's body was on complete and total overload as she made small movements with her hips that brought the men deeper and deeper into her body. She chewed on her lower lip and reached behind her head to grab John's hair as the Brit nibbled on her shoulder and slender neck. Patrick's lips quickly found hers in a passionate kiss as he pushed his own hips up to intensify his pleasure. The men were devouring her with their bodies, and just to add to the sensations coursing between the three of them, Gillian contracted her pelvic floor.
"Oh, fuck," Patrick groaned, his head falling back at the euphoric sensations. This woman had the tightest, wettest pussy he had ever had the pleasure of being inside. He even loved the way she took control of him, something that he had never allowed a woman to do before. Damn, he wanted to claim this woman as his.
"Fuck, you feel so good, kitten. You're going to be the death of me," John growled, feeling Gillian contract and release her pelvis as he took her doggie style.
Patrick gripped Gillian's long, inky hair and brought the front of her body flush against his. His tongue mated with hers before he moaned in her ear, "Tell me to come in your pussy, kitty. Say it."
Needing to find her own release and wanting to please the Irishman, Gillian replied, "Come deep in my pussy, Patrick. Fill me up."
Patrick's response was to begin pumping his cock deep within Gillian's core. His hands gripped her tits, and John's painfully gripped her hips as both men fucked her at a maddening pace. As one massive cock slid in, the other slid out, setting up a rhythm that had the slow burn quickly building to a crescendo in Gillian. Wrapping one arm around Patrick's neck and reaching back with the other hand to grip John's hair, the American screamed loudly as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her body. She closed her eyes as her pussy quivered and convulsed and her limbs became jelly. She rode the powerful wave of sensations as the world seemed to crash around her. Gillian felt Patrick push one last time within her pussy before she felt the hot, sticky fluid fill her core and watched him fall back in ecstasy. His cock throbbed within her as every drop of semen filled her cunt.
John felt the orgasm hit Gillian hard and watched his Irish mate find his own pleasure. The Brit hated to admit it, but the look of pure bliss on Patrick's face had a sting of jealousy creeping up his spine. He had allowed his mate to come in his woman, but at that moment, he wanted to be the only one she loved. Reaching under Gillian's body, John brought her body back against his chest. She turned her face as her mouth hungrily found his. As their tongues mated, John pumped his cock inside of Gillian's tight ass faster and deeper as she pushed her bottom back against him. With one final thrust and his balls rock hard, the Brit snarled deep in his throat as his cock exploded. His ripped, tattooed stomach jerked and contracted as the mushroom shaped head spewed his thick, sticky seed in her wide, apple shaped bottom. His head fell back and sweat dripped off his chest as Gillian placed kisses on the pulse that beat wildly in his thick neck.
Gaining his composure, John removed his softening shaft and slapped her ass one final time. He then watched Gillian ease her sore, used pussy off Patrick's diminished cock and snuggle close to the Irishman's chest. Wanting his kitten to snuggle up to him, John picked her tired body off his Irish mate and cradled her. He then left the playroom to find his bed. Reaching the custom built, California King bed, John pulled back the covers before he laid Gillian down. Quickly crawling in himself, his kitten snuggled up to his chest and wrapped one leg around his muscular thigh. The Brit then watched Patrick slip under the covers before spooning Gillian's naked, plus size figure.
Feeling her slump against his chest and her breathing evenly, John said softly, "I have a feeling that this is the calm before the storm, mate. Kitten may have submitted tonight, but tomorrow, will be a different story. She's too fucking stubborn for her own good."
Closing his own eyes, Patrick replied, "I think you might be right, boyo. You need to find your voice with this one, Johnny. You may have been able to dominate your kitten, but Gillian will want a full explanation of your actions tonight."
"And if I'm not able to articulate my feelings with words?" John asked, fearful that Patrick was right.
"Then you may find it hard to keep her," the Irishman replied honestly, snuggling closer to Gillian's warmth. "Look, I see how much you love her, Johnny. Just let your heart do the talking. It's not that fucking hard." After a moment of silence between the two men, he added softly, "Thank you, boyo...for t
onight."
"Do you love her, Pat?" John asked, his own eyes closing. He knew the Irishman did but did not know if he was willing to admit it out loud yet.
"I don't know," Patrick lied, not ready to admit his feelings to himself, let alone to John.
"It's not like you to lie, mate."
"Good night, John," Patrick replied, hating the fact that he and his brother were so connected at times. The bastard always knew what he was thinking.
"Night, Pat." John softly smiled, snuggling deeper into the covers. Tonight, he would rest. Tomorrow, he would prepare for war.
Chapter 6
Gillian gently closed the door to John's personal suite before quickly making her way downstairs. She was dressed for her morning run, in a long sleeve, white, seamless, crop top and a pair of black, Capri spandex pants. If she was being honest with herself, she was not only running to keep her body healthy, but she was also running to escape John and Patrick. She had awakened wedged between the two of them and had barely gotten out of the bed without waking the large giants. Gillian wanted to forget her weakness with John last night but, unfortunately, was constantly reminded of it by the ache she felt on her bottom. She was not only angry at John and Patrick for her punishment, but Gillian found that she was also sad over the Brit refusing to simply tell her how he was feeling. Even though she loved John, she was realizing that there was so much that she didn't know about him. Gillian had learned more about Patrick in their few minutes together than she had about John in the week she'd known him. With a loud sigh, the beautiful American headed down the grand staircase. What in the hell was she going to do?
Stepping into the grand hall, Gillian tried not to make eye contact with the staff even though she knew they were all staring at her. Just wanting to get outside, she cut through a different section of the manor. As she rounded the corner, Gillian let out a loud sigh when Stewart stepped in front of her. He had a soft smile on his face as he almost sang, "Good morning, madam. I hope you slept well."
"I slept just fine, thanks," Gillian replied, attempting to step around the man. However, Stewart stepped with her.
"Madam, is everything all right?" the Englishman asked, concern on his handsome face as he watched her begin to nibble on her bottom lip.
"Everything is fine, Stewart. I was just going for a jog. I'll be back in a few minutes."
"I hope that you plan on running in John's personal gym and not outside," Duff said sternly as he walked up behind Gillian. His amber eyes immediately went to the black material stretched over her wide, delicious ass. He chuckled internally when he saw her entire body stiffen in response to his voice.
Waving off Stewart and refusing to turn around, Gillian clenched her teeth and said, "No, actually. I was going to go outside. Follow me if you like."
"Damn, sweetheart. You must be a glutton for punishment," Duff sighed, shaking his head. "Didn't you learn any fucking thing from last night?" As she swung around on the Scottish man, he caught Gillian's hand before it connected with his face. In a menacing, dark tone, he growled, "You don't want to do that, love. I'm not someone you want as an enemy."
"Go to hell, Duff!" Gillian seethed, trying to push him back by placing her hands on his chest. When he didn't move, she shouted, "I'm going outside with or without John's damn permission! I can't believe you told him about the burger! I thought I could trust you!"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Duff asked in total surprise as he grabbed her wrists. "I didn't tell John about going to get a burger. If you remember correctly, I tried to warn you about pissing him off! Don't blame me if your arse is sore this morning!"
"How the hell did John find out then?" Gillian asked sarcastically, trying to pull herself free from Duff's grip. "He not only knew about the burger, but he knew I went for a jog! I took precautions! I don't know why John was so upset!"
"You need to ask John that question, sweetheart," Duff replied calmly, seeing tears spring to her emerald eyes as she stilled her movements. "Look, it wasn't me, okay? I know you're angry, but I'm not the person who pissed you off. I have no reason to lie to you."
Turning her head to keep from crying, Gillian said, "Fine, I believe you. Now let me go for my run, okay? I just need time to think."
"You know I can't let you run outside, sweetheart, unless you want to make John angry. Look, there is a circular track down on the lower level. How about I take you to it? I know it's not the same as running along the cliffs, but it keeps you out of trouble."
Gillian stood there a moment contemplating Duff's words. She really didn't think she could stand another punishment from John this morning, plus, she was in no mood to see him or Patrick. With a loud sigh, Gillian rolled her eyes and nodded her head before following Duff to the track.
Almost two hours later, Gillian was stepping into the dining hall where Stewart was placing a large spread of breakfast food. After running for an hour, she had taken off her workout clothes to take a much-needed swim. Dressed back in the running gear, Gillian had wanted to take a shower but had been detoured by the delicious smell of Ramsey's food. When she walked up to the table, Stewart smiled at her as he pulled out a chair for her. Taking a seat, she grabbed a glass of juice and downed it.
"Did you have a nice run, madam?"
"I did," Gillian replied, picking up a banana to peel it. Before taking a bite, she softly said, "I have to say, I feel a little better. What time is it, Stewart?"
"A little past eight."
"Have John and Patrick already left for work?" Gillian asked, hopeful they had left already. The emotional ache she was feeling in her chest just seemed to grow with each minute she was away from them. Her anger and resentment had only grown while she ran. Gillian just couldn't understand why John would not talk to her or why Patrick had betrayed her. Maybe it was for the best that the men were already gone.
"No, we haven't," Patrick replied, walking into the dining hall impeccably dressed in an expensive, navy suit. He immediately made his way to Gillian's chair. Standing over her, the Irishman bent down. When he tried to kiss her lips, Gillian attempted to turn her head, but Patrick gripped her face in his hands and passionately kissed her mouth. Breaking the kiss, the golden Adonis stood up and winked at her. "Now, that was a proper morning kiss. How are you, sweetheart?"
Gillian ignored his question and turned her head to look out the window as she continued to eat her banana. She could feel Patrick's turquoise eyes boring into her as he took a seat across from her. As Stewart poured the Irishman a cup of coffee, Patrick said in an irritated growl, "I don't think ignoring me is what you want to do this morning, kitty. Would you rather stand and eat your breakfast? If so, it can be arranged."
"Go to hell, Patrick!" Gillian snapped as her eyes shot to his. "Don't talk to me! Just sit and eat your breakfast! You got what you wanted last night."
"Stewart, I need a moment alone with Gillian," Patrick barked as the butler stopped what he was doing and hurried out of the room. Cracking his thick neck, he said through clenched teeth, "Come here!" When Gillian didn't move, he barked loudly, "Come here now! If I come get you, I'll bend you over this table and fuck you right here."
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Gillian let out a gasp as she stood up and hurried around the table. When she reached the handsome Irishman, he immediately pulled her down, so she straddled his lap. Looking into her angered, emerald eyes, Patrick tucked a fallen, ebony strand of hair behind one ear. "I guess you did learn who was in charge last night, huh?" The Irishman smiled, loving the feel of the American on his lap, regardless of her anger. "Now, let's go ahead and get this shit out of the way. Why are you so angry?"
"Really, Patrick?!" Gillian asked sarcastically. "You have to ask what is wrong? You lied to me! You said our relationship wasn't going to be just about sex! After our movie, last night, I thought you and I could have some type of relationship. I can't believe how stupid I was to think that!"
"As I told you last night, I didn't fucking lie to you," t
he Irishman growled, trying to remain in control of his emotions. He was also trying not to focus on her glorious pussy pressing against his clothed cock. "As John was carrying you into the playroom, I was telling him that he should talk to you instead of punishing you. You couldn't understand me because I was speaking in Gaelic. I only got involved when you accused me of lying. You also said you couldn't trust me. I didn't deserve either of those accusations."
"Yeah, but John tossed you the remote to the vibrating balls—"
"And you had no idea what I was going to do with it. Instead of trusting me, you screamed at me and called me a liar."
Gillian sat there a moment and listened to Patrick's words. She really had no idea what he would have done with the remote. It had also sounded like, initially, the Irishman had been arguing with John, even though she could not understand what he was saying. Maybe she had wrongly accused him after all. With a loud sigh, she said, "I'm sorry I accused you of lying, Patrick. I can admit when I am wrong, but did you have to join John in the punishment?"
"I accept your apology." Patrick smiled before he placed a passionate kiss on her lips. Pulling back, he could see lust lighting her emerald eyes. Damn, she was simply breathtaking to look at! "Now, to answer your question, I should not have participated in your punishment, but I allowed my emotions to take over, and for that, I'm sorry. In my defense, though, your luscious, naked body shackled to a bed was too much for me to deny."
"You could have at least tried," Gillian replied, rolling her eyes as she placed her hands on Patrick's shoulders and began playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Lovey, in case you haven't noticed, I happen to find you irresistible. A eunuch would have had an erection watching you tied down in that bed," the Irishman said in a deep, gravelly voice, his hands traveling up her sides. "How are you feeling this morning, sweetheart? Did we hurt you last night?"