by Ford, Brynn
Oh, God.
I want to bring his filthy, beautiful fantasies to life.
Vaughn held me in place by my hair as his free hand came to wrap firmly around my hip, fingertips digging into flesh in a deliciously painful way. I exhaled with a whimper when my eyes connected with Law’s from across the table. He stood there, palms flat against the surface, leaning forward ever so slightly to watch me with sinful intent. My breath caught at the severity, worrying that Vaughn would see it, too, and stop this out of jealousy.
But I was wrong. I knew it when V spoke next. This wasn’t fueling his jealousy, it was sparking his competitive side, his need to win.
Vaughn’s lips found the side of my neck and he kissed softly, sensually, as his grip tightened in my hair and on my hip.
“You know I’m the only one who can make you come, Holly Blue. He can watch. Everyone in the world can fucking watch. But it’s me who makes you come. You know that, don’t you?”
I nodded fervently against his grip on my hair, “Yes, V, I know that.”
“Tell me how much you want me to make you come.”
“I’m desperate for it, V.”
“What are you desperate for?”
“I’m desperate for you, V. For you to make me come. Please, V.”
His face nuzzled deeper into my neck, the tip of his nose grazing my skin as it slid upward, brushing past my ear before he inhaled the scent of me at my hairline.
“You smell so good like this, Holly Blue, so good when you want me so bad.”
I whimpered at Vaughn’s desire for me, the hardness of his cock only growing more rigid as he pressed against me from behind. He released me suddenly, and I fell forward, catching myself on my hands. I looked across the table at Law, whose stance mirrored my own. I held eye contact with him for a beat too long, long enough to see the heat of his desire for me. I was trapped in a room with two disgustingly sexy men who both craved me.
I don’t deserve their desire, but God, do I want it.
Vaughn’s hands landed tenderly on my shoulders. His fingers teased at my electric skin as they slid slowly down over the curves of my body. I felt him lower to his haunches behind me as his hands slipped down over my naked hips, down my thighs, all the way to the cuffs around my ankles. He undid each one in turn and then yanked my panties off the rest of the way.
My eyes remained locked with Law’s as Vaughn touched me and untied me. I wanted to look away as the intensity of his stare grew in passion, but I let him hold my gaze. We both knew this could be all we ever had together, and at the very least, I would give him my attention.
The look Law shared with me was full with love, passion, care. But more than that, it was full of need and the glint of sadness in realization that his need would never be fully met, his need for me. It broke my heart.
It was true that Law could never have me this way because I belonged to Vaughn. That's what I had chosen. But maybe I could give Law something. Maybe I could give him a taste of the connection he craved from me without touch, without words. I could never say it out loud, but I still craved it, too.
Vaughn stood and grabbed my hips, spinning me around to face him in a flash. He lifted me up to sit on the edge of the table with ease and my knees spread open for him naturally. Wrapping his arms around me, he kissed me with such ferocity that I nearly fell backwards. His strong arms held me up, held me close to him as our tongues got lost to their erratic dance.
I melted into him, my body wanting to be absorbed by his, to become a part of him. I gasped for him when he pulled away, needing his kiss to breathe, to stay alive in this room full of reckless, frantic energy.
Vaughn told me to lay back. As I did, Law came into focus above me and our eyes connected once again. There was a beat of hesitation, a beat of curiosity, as heavy breaths surrounded us, the only sound in the room.
“Grab her arms. Hold her down, Law.”
I was speechless.
Still as a statue.
Shocked.
I was in utter disbelief that Vaughn was asking Law, not only to watch, but to participate. Before I could even wrap my head around why, large hands had grabbed my wrists and were pulling my arms forcefully back. Law pushed them onto the table above my head, pinning me down hard.
Oh, God.
Oh. My. God.
Law’s hands were on my wrists. Vaughn’s hands were on my knees.
Two men.
Four hands on my body.
Oh.
My.
God.
Vaughn smirked at me and jerked my body down in one swift motion to the edge of the table. Law held firm at my wrists and my body stretched and pulled at the opposing forces.
It felt good.
So good.
Vaughn dropped to his knees and threw my legs over his broad shoulders as he settled between them. He teased at my inner thighs, kissing me sweetly, slowly from knee to apex, just shy of my aching, desperate center.
“Oh,” I squirmed in their hold, “Please, V.”
Vaughn’s finger slipped inside, jolting me. My back arched and my head tilted back and there was Law, his eyes watching me with hungry desire and envious thirst. I was certain my eyes reflected his in that moment.
I wish I knew what Law tasted like.
“Goddamn, baby,” I heard Vaughn, “You’re soaking.”
I bit my lip. Confusion and unease washed over me as Vaughn touched me, pleased me, all while Law held me down. Law pinned me down with his hands, yes, but he froze me in place with his stare. Vaughn’s fingers left me and I whined at the emptiness, trembling with need. I couldn’t take the torture much longer.
Then, electricity ignited me from the inside of my thigh. Vaughn had hit me, spanked me there with his palm. It was sharp, biting, fading slowly and delightfully into a dull ache before disappearing. I groaned, wanting it again.
“More, please, V,” I begged.
He obliged with a sharp thwack on the other leg. As the sting of the second smack started to fade, he sent a shockwave through me with a harsh smack to my clit.
I screamed out, my hips naturally rocking up off the table. I writhed and whimpered as the pain rippled through me in tiny pulses. He’d hit me so hard, I couldn’t think through the pain. It was exquisite. I breathed slowly, steadily, as I rode the wave of sensation, coming down gently from pain into a fresh need for more of this delicious agony.
“Check in,” he ordered.
I couldn’t stifle the sex-laden chuckle that rose from my chest. I bit my lip, high on this feeling.
“Green, green, green,” I murmured, “It’s so good, V. More, please, V.”
“Fuck,” I heard Law say above me and my stomach clenched with need, not at the word, but at the way he said it, “Hang on.”
Law released me and I couldn’t help but beg for him to come back, to stay with me in this fantasy, “No,” I groaned.
Vaughn pressed his palm to my belly, stilling me as I tried to sit up, “Quiet, Holly Blue, we’re not done with you yet.
We’re not done yet.
We.
It felt like years that I waited before Law appeared behind my head again, holding a black riding crop.
“Shit,” I blurted when I saw it, remembering how it felt when he’d used it on me before.
He held it out to Vaughn, “Try this if you really want to hear her scream.”
Vaughn didn’t take it from him, “Show me what you would do with it, if she was yours.”
“Oh, God."
I put my hands over my face, not entirely sure if it was from the excitement, the anticipation, or the awkward pleasure in having two men work together to torture me with the divine. I dug my fingers into my hair as I braced myself, knowing that Law wouldn’t hold back.
“Are you sure, Vaughn?”
I peeked down at Vaughn, now standing between my legs. His eyes were glassy with lust for me, his fingers dug into my thighs with passionate impatience.
“Yes,” he re
plied, “I don’t fucking care about anything right now but making her feel everything she wants to feel. Do it.”
“Take off your bra, Blue,” Law ordered.
“V?”
I pushed up onto my elbows, looking to Vaughn for confirmation that he really wanted to go there.
“Take it off, Blue,” he said, echoing Law’s order, “Now.”
I sat up the rest of the way, keeping my eyes locked with Vaughn’s, watching and waiting for him to put a stop to this. I didn’t want him to, not at all. I just feared that he would.
I expected that he would.
But he never did.
Instead he encouraged me, empowered me with his soul deep gaze. I moved slowly to unhook the clasp, but waited, holding it in place over my breasts, still anticipating the possibility of an abrupt command to stop.
Instead, Vaughn leaned forward, bringing his face close to mine. His hands were on my thighs and he pushed down, hard.
“Take. It. Off,” V growled.
When his tongue darted out to lick my bottom lip, I lost all sense of caring which of them was touching me and what it would all mean when it was over. I wanted them to dominate me, claim me, own me, hurt me, make me come. I needed it all so, so much.
I dropped my hands, letting my bra fall free and I tossed it to the floor. I was completely bare now, except for the high heels still strapped to my feet.
“Lay down,” Law commanded behind me and I blushed as I slowly lowered myself back to lay on the table, exposing my breasts to him for the first time.
It was true that I’d been open and vulnerable with Law in many ways, but I suddenly felt nervous for him to see me completely naked. Even more so for him to watch me come. This was intimacy I truly was not prepared for this evening. But I wasn’t going to let my nerves get the best of me because it was all too damn incredible.
Law hissed, looking down at me, “God, you are something else, Blue. So gorgeous.”
I breathed and waited, so sure and so afraid Vaughn would pull the plug now that Law had verbally acknowledged his appreciation of my naked form.
But he didn’t.
“Arms up,” Law ordered and I lifted them above my head, placing them on the table, “Don’t move, Blue. Vaughn, hold her legs down. She’s gonna try to get away from me, but don’t let her.”
Oh, shit.
Vaughn’s hands pressed down hard on my thighs. Law hovered above me, placing the end of the riding crop on my belly button. It was soft against my skin when it was lying there still, but I knew it would hurt when it was slapped against me.
“The trick with the riding crop, Vaughn, is to tease and torture without warning,” Law instructed as he dragged it slowly and lightly up my midsection.
He drew a line straight up from my belly button to my breastbone. It was sensual, the way he pulled it across my skin. When he reached my sternum, I felt my nipples harden, betraying me of any choice I may have had to pretend this wasn’t the sexiest thing that had ever been done to me.
With the crop centered between my breasts, he thwacked it with a snap. It stunned me, the sharp sting of it. It lingered in biting pulses, heating my skin like a sunburn. But then he soothed it with the gentle drag of the crop over the sensitive area. As the pain started to ease, he struck the same spot again and I yelped. This time, it was Vaughn who soothed me with a distraction as I felt his tongue run languidly from my knee up the inside of my leg.
“Shit,” I squirmed.
Law hit me again, “I told you not to move.”
“Fuck!” I shouted, but stilled myself as much as I could.
He tapped the crop lightly on my mouth, then held it there, still, and I froze.
“Where are your manners, Blue? Words keep flying out of your hot little mouth without recognizing your sir. I will hit you here if you do it again. It won’t be pleasant. Now tell me, who am I?”
I moved my lips against the crop to speak, “You are Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
“And who is your Master? The one who cares for you and gives you everything you need?”
“V is, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He lifted the crop from my mouth and placed it on the inside of my collarbone, dragging it along, caressing my skin with its smooth fabric. He turned it and the crop descended again, brushing my nipple as he moved it atop the mound of my right breast.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, begging him to do it, begging him not to do it, then remembered to add, “Sir.”
“The most sensitive parts of her are how you claim her, Vaughn.”
Law swirled the crop around my nipple. It felt so fucking amazing that I wanted to cry from the contradiction of feelings. Law was granting me pleasure with the sweet anticipation of pain. My mind swirled, not knowing how much longer he would rub the crop over the hardened bud or when he would deliver a painful blow.
The sensation, the mere understanding of what I was involved with right now, threatened to unhinge my fragile mind. I was allowing Law to touch me sexually, something I swore I would never do, even if it was through the end of a riding crop.
I forgot to stay still as my hands came down to cover my face from the confusion and joy of it all. As I let out a moan, Law smacked me with precision, sending a lightning bolt of pain shooting through my breast, burning like fire over my nipple.
“Fuck!” I jolted, my hand coming down to clamp over my stinging skin.
Law struck again, sharply and suddenly on my left breast. Instinctively, I tried to push him away, to cover myself from another shockwave of pain.
“Who. Am. I?”
Law hissed, bringing the crop to my mouth and thwacking it lightly on my lips, just enough that I felt an annoying sting.
“Sir. You are Sir. Sorry, Sir,” I whimpered out with quick words.
I want him to stop.
I want him to hit me again.
I want to feel that sting over and over again until I can’t take it anymore.
I thought for sure it was time for Vaughn to lose it as my eyes became glossy, tears welling as an automatic physical response, but he shocked me instead.
As Law assaulted my nipples again, I was literally scrambling to roll away. I couldn’t get away because Vaughn reached over me, grabbed my wrists harshly, and held them, almost painfully, at my sides. I lifted my head as much as I could to look at him and the way he watched me could’ve made me come without a single touch. I bit my lip, overflowing with love and lust and passion for my man that he was so generously giving me this dream, letting me have exactly what I needed even though I wasn’t worthy.
“Can I trust you to use your safeword, Holly Blue?” Vaughn asked.
I nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, V.”
His eyes left mine to glance up at Law behind me and immediately, I felt the sting again on my right breast.
One, two, three times.
Then on my left, one, two, three.
The pattern broke and he alternated thwacks from one breast to the other at random.
No pattern.
No way to predict.
Smack after smack.
My breath halted in my lungs as I endured the pain. I stilled and everything stopped. Vaughn’s hands left me. I was so lost in the pain that I had no idea whether Law was nearby anymore. I was rigid against the sensation, my body was confused as to whether it felt good or bad, though my masochistic mind knew it was so, so, good.
The sound of Law’s voice was like a faraway being bringing me slowly back to consciousness through the pain.
“Remember to breath through it, Blue. Ride it out.”
I felt hands gripping me at the pubic bone and pushing down hard, thumbs between my legs pulling gently at the sides of my slick opening. I felt more hands at my wrists, pulling them together and holding them against the table in one. I came back into full awareness as the soft, flat end of the riding crop dragged across my wetness.
On instinct, I shouted, “No!” but even I knew I didn’t m
ean it.
“Do you really want him to stop, Holly Blue?” Vaughn’s voice cut through, crystal clear.
It was Law who still held the riding crop. It was Law teasing my pussy with it’s flat end. And Vaughn was holding me down, allowing him to do it.
Vaughn pressed me for an answer, “All you have to say is Red, baby. Red and we stop.”
I shook my head feeling delirious on this high, “No, don’t stop, don’t stop. I want it, V.”
Law pressed inward with the crop, putting pressure against my swollen clit in a deliciously sinful way.
Is this really happening?
I’m dreaming.
I must be out of my fucking mind.
I knew it was real when the crop came down, full force against my clit. My core screamed with pain. My legs tried to clamp shut, but Vaughn held me down firm.
“Good job, baby, can you take it again?” Vaughn asked, his voice was heavy with lust.
My sensibilities told me no, fuck no. But I wanted it again. So, so much. I nodded enthusiastically and waited. Law hit me twice this time, both a complete shock to my system. My clit was so swollen from arousal, it ached before the first hit. Now it stung and throbbed.
I was literally crying from the pain, tears trickling steadily down my cheeks, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted more. This feeling was so pure, so violent, so sexual. I felt more alive than ever before and the sudden fear of it all going away, the fear of this never happening again, broke me to unexpected sobs.
“More, please, Sir,” I managed through the sobs and was grateful that he hit me again and again and again with the riding crop.
I was so thankful that they didn’t stop even through my tears, “Thank you, Sir, thank you, V, thank you.”
I heard Vaughn’s low voice as he released me, “That’s enough.”
Law released his grip on my wrists where he’d held them in one large hand above my head and my body curled inward on itself, a natural instinct to protect myself from danger, though I’d never felt safer.
As I got my sobs under control, Vaughn appeared beside me, shrugging his suspenders off his shoulders. I scrambled to sit up, turning and dangling my legs over the long edge of the table. I reached for his pants, taking over for him to undo the button and zipper.