Kink

by N. M. Catalano

  Brian and John exchange a look as he walks by, their connection so strong they don’t have to speak, or even look at each other, to know ‘the mission’. It’s always a mission, no matter what it is.

  “What’s up Rico, how do you like our little city?” Brian comes up behind him and sets his hand on his shoulder.

  “It’s really nice, a lot of opportunity here, like an uncharted territory. I think I’ll stay a while,” Rico answers him smiling almost mysteriously.

  It’s easy to be more relaxed with Brian. Brian’s demeanor is calming and laidback and he instantly pulls you in. Like the lapping of the waves against the shore, he soothes you.

  “Really? That’s cool, what sort of opportunities are you looking for?” Brian can’t help asking.

  “I’m going to ‘start a business’, I like to work for myself, it keeps things less complicated,” Rico answers him rather evasively.

  “I can agree with that,” Brian says nodding his head. “Hey, did you hear about the competition? You going to compete?” Brian asks turning to face him.

  “Yeah, I saw the signs. I’d love to compete, you think your boy would fight me?” Rico asks Brian with a cocky half grin.

  “Are you shitting me?” Brian exclaims unable to hide his shocked amusement. “There is no doubt he would love to get in the cage with you,” Brian blurts out.

  “Good, I’m glad the feeling is mutual,” Rico says quietly, his tone soft as silk.

  Elsie has been watching the exchange between the three men and something doesn’t feel right about the smiles and the hand shaking. Even though she can’t hear what’s going on between them, it’s not necessary. The expressions and their body language tell her everything she needs to know. They don’t like each other and sooner or later the shit’s going to hit the fan.

  *

  Everyone is finally gone. John, Brian and Elsie are putting away the last of the leftover food as some soft music plays through the system.

  “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Rico asked me if I thought you’d want to get in the cage with him,” Brian laughs.

  “What is that guy’s problem? There’s just something about him,” John says letting the thought trail off. He turns to Brian and continues, “Did you tell him I’d love to shut his mouth for him?”

  “Hah, pretty much, yeah,” Brain can’t help but laugh as he remembers his reaction to Rico’s question.

  “Enough of that little asshole,” John says dismissing all thoughts of anything else but the night ahead. He turns to Elsie, “Alright my little angel, it’s finally time for what I’ve been waiting for since before Halloween. Come here.”

  Every nerve ending, and every one of Elsie’s senses, ignite with those two words.

  CHAPTER 8 “Now, if we’re talking body, you’ve got a perfect one so put it on me. Swear it won’t take you long. If you love me right, we’ll fuck all night, on and on and on. Love, give me love. Anything you want, I’ll give it up. Lips, lips I kiss. Bite me while I taste your finger tips…” Lyrics “Talking Body” by Tove Lo

  Elsie walks slowly towards John, eyes wide and breathing ragged. Her breasts come to attention and she can feel her nipples reacting to that promise of being touched and tantalized her. Her sex has awakened and is pulsing with need, remembering John and Brian’s fingers stroking and teasing her until she shattered.

  John is not a man to be taken lightly. Everything about him is deliberate and intense. There is nothing halfway about him, it is either all or nothing. Elsie can feel his intensity rolling off him, enveloping her, embracing her, pulling her towards him. The depth of his desire, his hunger and his need are obvious and palpable. Elsie knows that he will accept nothing less than everything from her. And that demand is what makes Elsie’s desire come alive.

  Her eyes shift to Brian. The controlled hunger Elsie sees in Brian’s face is enough to take her breath away. His body shifts in fluid precision, with tiger-like moves, strong yet soft, precise yet agile, fierce yet gentle. When he moves, he glides quietly and stealthily in complete control of each movement. He stands behind her and she can feel the heat of both men penetrating her. The power and strength emanating from them is almost more than Elsie can take. And exactly what she needs.

  She is standing between them and they both tower over her by more than a foot. She’s scared but on fire.

  John lifts Elsie’s chin with a finger and tells her quietly, “Look at me, Angel,” his voice rumbling from his chest and washing over her like molten lava.

  She lifts her face slowly, to look up.

  “Are you ready for us, Angel?” he asks her.

  John has to be sure that this is what Elsie wants. He can feel her need and her wanting and he can practically smell her desire, her scent still so fresh in his mind. But she has to tell him, tell them both, before they begin to take her to a place from which she will never want to return.

  “If you don’t finish what you started earlier, I’m going to kill you both,” Elsie tells them looking directly into John’s eyes.

  This is what she wants, she wants them both, she wants the promises they have given to her. She want’s John so much it hurts. And if this is the only time she will have him, then she’s going to dive in completely. The fear of him turning from her because of her scars is only a slight nag compared to her desires.

  Fuck you, I’m not letting you ruin this for me, she tells herself, determined to experience everything John and Brian are going to do to her tonight.

  John smiles with relief and confirmation. His finger moves from under her chin to stroke her lip softly, making Elsie’s lips part as a sigh escapes. “There is one thing we’ve got to have, Elsie,” he tells her, his voice husky.

  “What is it,” her words are spoken on a low moan.

  “You. Completely,” he continues as her tongue reaches out to flick his finger, needing to taste him and have him on her tongue. “Everything. Nothing held back, give yourself to us, Angel. Can you do that?”

  “Take me, I’m yours,” Elsie whispers.

  John’s hand moves to clasp her jaw pulling her mouth to meet his, kissing her rough and deep, consuming her, demanding she open her mouth to him, with his tongue. Brian’s hands grasp her upper arms and he buries his face in the curve of her neck, licking, biting, kissing and sucking on her pale flesh. A shudder runs through Elsie’s body at the sudden onslaught of sensations. Two mouths, two tongues lavishing her, stroking her, feeding her flames.

  John’s hand reaches down to tug at the bow on Elsie’s corset, loosening the laces. Brian’s hands move to slide up the backs of Elsie’s thighs, over the curves of her cheeks then down inside her pantyhose, to cup the round globes.

  “Lift your arms up, Angel,” John directs her.

  Elsie stiffens a little. Both men’s hands falter for a fraction of a second sensing her reaction.

  “It’s ok, Angel, sshhh, lift your arms Baby Girl,” John reassures her softly, taking her face in both of his big hands as he looks deeply into her eyes.

  He can see uncertainty and fear there. His eyes wrinkle slightly with the tiniest smile and a brief nod of his head in reassurance. Her hands slowly lift over her head and he lowers his lips to hers. He reaches down and pulls her dress up and over her head. Brian crouches behind her, pulsing her hose slowly down her legs, kissing her skin as it is unveiled to him. His hands mold to the curves of her thighs, moving and sliding down the insides and the front of the soft skin of her legs.

  Elsie can’t help the apprehension she feels at being naked and exposed to them. She can feel every bump, from every scar, on the fronts of her thighs, as Brian’s hands pass over them, each time he slides over one an alarm sounds in her mind. She lowers her face and waits for one of them to say something about her hideousness.

  “Look at me, Angel,” John demands, firmly yet gently.

  Elsie raises her head hesitantly and their eyes meet. The intensity she sees in his gaze makes her breathless.

  “I have wanted you for
so long, Angel. You are the most stunning creature I have ever laid eyes on. Know that, feel it in your soul, Elsie,” John says before he crushes her mouth in a searing kiss.

  His tongue is stripping away her fear with each stroke and each caress, leaving only the yearning he and Brian have awakened in her. When he releases her Elsie sways on her feet, weak from the power of his kiss.

  “Brian, lay Elsie on the table, it’s time for us to have our feast,” John says with a devilish grin tugging his lips.

  “Gladly,” Brian answers him with a smile in his voice. “But first I need to take care of this,” he says from behind her, before lowering his lips to her shoulders and unlatching her red satin bra. His lips push the strips of fabric off her shoulders, then down her arms, as his hands guide her matching thong over her hips. When the thong reaches her ankles she steps out of it as the tip of Brian’s fingers begin the trace the red heart tattoo on the base of her neck. His tongue follows his touch, drawing wet outlines around the shape. One of his fingertips moves to trace the curves under her ass cheeks and up the center as the other begins to circle around her pebbled nipples.

  John is taking his clothes off as he’s watching his friend stir the embers of Elsie’s fire. His dick is yelling at him to let him come out and play. He can’t resist the urge to bend and suck the nipple, that Brian has grasped between his thumb and finger, and he flicks his tongue against the hardened tip. Elsie sucks in a gasp between clenched teeth. John grabs the tip between his teeth and continues to assault it with his tongue.

  “Yes,” she groans and pushes her breast into Brian’s hand and John’s mouth as her legs spread a little more of their own accord.

  “Get her on the table, Brian, I can’t wait any fucking longer,” he growls.

  Brian sweeps Elsie into his arms in one fluid motion, laying her gently on the end of the table with her head hanging off one side and her ass at the edge of the other. She lifts her feet and places them on the table’s edge. She brings her arms over her head and lays them criss crossed above her. Her bald sex is peeking out at them from between her slightly parted thighs and her back arches pushing her breasts out at them.

  “Look at how beautiful she is, John, all wet and silky,” Brian says as he begins to pull off his clothes.

  John is naked, his massive erection, with the two silver piercings, is standing straight up in front of him the head shiny with pre-cum. He moves slowly towards the side of the table where Elsie’s head is at, stroking his hands down the inside of her thigh, through her wet folds, over her flat stomach and then circling her nipple as he finally comes to stand at the side of her head.

  “I want to taste you,” she whispers quietly as her thighs squeeze together seeking the release she is in so desperate need of.

  He takes her nipple between his fingers and begins to twirl it, pinch it, and flick it.

  “Take it, Angel, take me in your hand and put me in your mouth and taste me,” he says deeply, his voice heavy with hunger.

  She tentatively reaches out a hand, wrapping her fingers around his hard shaft to circle it, but he’s so big that her fingers don’t reach. Elsie turns her head to the side and brings his cock close to her mouth. His scent fills her senses and she closes her eyes. He smells strong, woodsy, earthy, and powerful, the epitome of a man. Her tongue reaches out to lick the liquid oozing from the slit on his head, the gentle contact makes him throw his head back, and a deep growl rumbles from within his chest. This entices her to want to make him lose control. She closes her lips around the head and sucks, pulling her cheeks in as her tongue circles the tip. His fingers pinch her nipple harder with one hand as his other grabs a handful of her hair.

  “God, woman,” he growls as he begins to guide her mouth up and down his cock with her hair.

  Brian slides his hands down her thighs and pushes her legs apart as far as they will go.

  “I can’t wait to tie her up, open and waiting,” Brian rumbles as he cups her mound and slides his hand up and down through her wetness. He covers his cock with her juices rubbing it along the length and over the swollen head.

  “Would you like that, Angel,” John moans, his hand still buried in Elsie’s hair, palming the top of her head as her lips, mouth and tongue dance along his engorged shaft. “Would you like us to tie you up and make you cum over and over again, while every part of your body screams for us to take you, until you are spent in complete and total satisfaction?”

  Elsie grips Brian’s finger inside her with her clenching walls as it slides in and out of her now dripping sex, twisting and turning in her wetness.

  “Mmmm, yes she would,” Brian says huskily.

  John continues to look at her, waiting for her answer.

  “Yes, please, I would…,” she murmurs quietly, before resuming her ministrations on John’s cock.

  “We will, Angel, then we’ll see how much you need,” he promises as he lowers his face to place a soft kiss on the top of her head.

  Brian slides a second finger into her and bends them so his knuckle presses against her G spot and the tips press against the other wall, and then he twists. That sends jolts of erotic pleasure through her. Her hips jump off the table and buck against him.

  “Yes, Baby Girl, just like that, push into me and use me,” he rasps out.

  “Fuck, I’m going to cum, Angel, if I don’t stop you now,” John quietly roars.

  Elsie pulls him from her mouth and rubs him against her lips.

  “Give it to me, John, cum in my mouth, I need it,” her request is a quiet demand. She looks hungrily at him as she sucks him back into her mouth, while her hips gyrate into Brian’s magical hands.

  “Angel, anything for you,” John groans in response, sliding his cock into her mouth as far as she can take it.

  Brian removes one finger from her pussy and begins to circle it around the entrance of her back hole. His back holds one of her legs open as his other hand pushes on the other leg. He presses against the hole until she opens for him, as he continues to twist that single finger in her pussy. His other hand begins to circle, tease, pull, and pinch her clit. She begins to writhe and buck under his hands as her sucking and pumping on John’s cock becomes stronger and hungrier.

  “Such a beautiful hungry pussy, Elsie,” Brian whispers huskily.

  It’s an unspoken rule, a man does not fuck another man’s woman, even if they are both giving her pleasure. That’s the only thing stopping Brian’s from sliding his painfully hard erection into Elsie. She belongs to John, whether or not they’ve willingly admitted it yet.

  With a finger in her ass and one in her pussy, Brian lowers his mouth to suck on Elsie’s sex. His tongue swipes through her folds and flicks her clit, sucking it into his mouth with a quick pucker of his lips. He knows she’s almost ready to cum, he can feel her walls closing in on him, she just needs a little more to push her over the edge. He’ll give it to her just when John cums in her mouth.

  “I’m going to cum, Angel,” John grinds out through clenched teeth, the muscles on his neck are bulging with his fight for control.

  John moves to stand behind Elsie’s head, he takes both of her hands in his, and thrusts his huge cock into her mouth with her head hanging from the table. It’s a beautiful sight, their hands clasped, John’s head thrown back as he’s rocking into Elsie’s open mouth. He pulls their hands behind him to grab his ass cheeks, as he buries himself as far as Elsie will take him, the waves of his orgasm starting to wash over him.

  That’s Brian’s cue. He takes Elsie’s swollen clit between his lips and sucks it. John reaches and takes Elsie’s nipple in his two fingers, pinching and pulling it, as his explosion leaves him.

  “Ooooooooh Goooooooood,” he moans with his head back and Elsie’s nipple between his fingers.

  Elsie opens her legs wider and stills as the first wave of her orgasm overtakes her. She moans around John’s cock which sends new ripples coursing through him, making him jerk inside her mouth. Her moan turns into a screa
m, muffled by the huge dick pushing on her throat. She starts bucking and grinding into Brian’s mouth, face and fingers, and he continues to titillate her with his fingers, and mouth until he feels her clenching slow.

  John slides himself from Elsie’s mouth and bends, kissing her hungrily and deeply, like he can’t get enough of her. Her hands slide up his hard massive thighs, to fondle his balls and still swollen erection. They move up and over the smoothness of his muscled stomach, touching him, feeling him, memorizing all of the contours and curves of his tanned body. John’s hands grasp her sides before sliding up and down her length, over her splayed out breasts and ribcage, then circling her waist and moving over her perfect hips. His mouth leaves hers and follows his hands, starting its exploration at the hollow of her neck and collarbone. His lips, teeth, and tongue taste and lick their way down until they come to the beginning of the garden of her scars.

  Brian gives Elsie’s sex one final lick, gathering all of her juices into his mouth. He begins to nibble his way up her inner thighs, over her sensitive pelvis and hipbones feeling her squirming beneath him as he does. His hands stroke their way up the front of her legs as his lips begin to feather across the sensitive scarred flesh of her abdomen.

  Both men feel her tense beneath them, her anxiety feeding into them as if to say, ‘This is my secret bared for you to see.’

  John sucks in a breath against Elsie’s flesh, as if he were pulling her fear away from her and into himself. His hands lie firmly at her sides, holding her gently in place as he begins to worship her scars with his lips. He strokes each line of raised flesh with his tongue, caressing it, soothing its pain and saying, ‘You are beautiful.’

  Brian softly rubs his cheek against the bumps under his hands before turning his face to stroke them with his lips and tongue. Each pass is meant to heal and to replace the pain that went into each one with tenderness and caring.

  Elsie had been dreading the moment that her vulnerability would be laid bare in front of them, opening herself up to John and Brian was the hardest thing she’d ever done. Sure, she had taken her clothes off in front of people before, but never had she given herself so completely, without any reservation, to anyone before them. She had not realized, before this moment, that she was teetering on a very fine line. On one side was the woman behind the mask she wore every day, shrouding herself in sarcasm and smiles and smartass confidence. On the other side was the scared girl, the one that had hidden herself away inside a dark closet, so many years ago, afraid to come out because she thought she didn’t deserve to be loved. These two men were slowly opening that closet door. The light is peering in and beginning to shine on that frightened girl, crouched in the dark corner, as John reaches his hand in to her and says, ‘Come with me, I will help you heal and care for you. Let me show you how beautiful you really are.’ The girl warily stands on shaky legs, taking his hand to leave her hiding place. Finally, she’s stepping away from that high wire which she’s been balancing on for so long.