by Poppy Flynn
His cum shot in thick streams straight down her throat and Jake ceased his thrashing while Joel knelt behind her and unfastened the gag as soon as Logan withdrew.
Desi fell back into his arms as he disposed of the spider and wiped her face with a damp cloth, then massaged gently across her jaw to soothe any stiffness that might set in. Her mind still floated but her body was on fire, arousal coating her thighs and her breath coming in heaving gulps.
Then Joel scooped her across his lap so that she straddled him and motioned for Jake to check his marks and ensure her skin wasn't broken. Desi simply couldn't help it, she abraded her nipples deliberately across Joel's chest, desperate to ease the ache that had built in them.
Logan was slumped in a chair next to them as his ragged breathing returned to normal, but soon he stood up and said, "I'll go and ready everything in the other room," before he walked off through a door on the other side of the dance floor.
Jake studied her flesh carefully, sweeping his palm lightly over her back and making her shudder and moan as his touch set her nerve endings alight and sent another wave of moisture to her already soaking pussy.
A moment later, Desi could smell the distinctive scent of arnica as he gently rubbed cream over her raised flesh and added a generous amount to her reddened buttocks for good measure.
As soon as he'd finished, Joel rose to his feet, taking her with him and adjusting her position so that he could carry her across to the floor to where Logan had disappeared while Jake followed behind. They both had purpose in their stride and Jake jogged ahead to get the door.
Desi still had her head in the clouds and was only fractionally aware of her surroundings. Her body was sensitised from head to toe and the slightest touch ramped up her desire to unbearable levels. Her pussy throbbed relentlessly and she craved release like a junkie desperate for the next fix.
Somewhere in the depths of her mind, she registered a vague surprise when Joel lay her down on a soft comfortable pallet which felt remarkably like a bed, except there weren't any beds at 'Perversions'. Were there? She didn't care; the puzzle was too much for her befuddled brain right now. All she cared about was that it was comfortable and the fabric pressed deliciously against her tender flesh, sending little zings of pleasure to hot, wet places that longed to be filled.
Moments later, Joel lay down beside her, his hard, sculpted body completely nude and Desi murmured her approval, rolling to her side and smoothing her palm across his rigid abs and up to his pecs, playfully tweaking his nipple with her fingers as she bent her head to nip at the other tiny male bud.
Joel gasped and threw his head back as Desi continued her ministrations of his beautiful body, loving this rare opportunity to touch him freely. It didn't last long as Joel batted her fingers away and sat up. Desi pouted, but the momentary disappointment didn't deter her. She was experiencing that lovely, floaty feeling as if she was a little bit tipsy. Enough to scatter her inhibitions and make her brave and demanding. She rolled over and eyed Jake, who stood at the side of the bed…yeah, it was definitely a bed…unbuttoning his jeans.
And just look at that. He was so like Joel, all black hair and blue eyes, similar height and build—they could almost be twins rather than cousins.
Desi crawled across the bed towards him, eying him beneath hooded lashes and a low growl of appreciation emanated from her throat as she rose to her knees in front of him and started placing hot, open mouth kisses all over his torso while her fingers explored the muscles of his back.
Jake groaned and pressed her head to his chest.
"Ah, sweetheart, you're so wound up, you barely know what you're doing." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. "But don't worry; we'll take care of you right now."
Jake glanced over at Joel and raised a questioning eyebrow at the hostile glare he received from his cousin. "Jealous much?" he murmured under his breath. If Joel heard, he didn't respond.
Joel lay back down and Jake guided Desi into position.
"Okay, baby, now climb on over Joel and straddle him."
Desi bounced eagerly to where he directed her, anxious for her pleasure before she died of excess lust. The only death she wanted right now was 'le petit mort', the little death as the French called an orgasm.
Her entire body felt like one huge erogenous zone; the slightest touch or movement sent longing skittering through her veins and her muscles quivered in anticipation. Her stomach felt like a giant had wrapped his fist around her insides and squeezed and her thighs were soaked with the evidence of her desire. She didn't think she had ever craved completion so much in her life, and if these men didn't get their act together very soon, she was going to take matters into her own hands.
Desi giggled happily at the thought and Joel looked at her in shock as the sound erupted from her lips. Jake just stoked her hair and smiled affectionately as she swung her leg over Joel's hips and grasped his big, beautiful cock in her hands. She grinned cheekily at the strangled groan that Joel rumbled. She felt strong and elated and freer than she could ever remember, and it felt fantastic.
Her newfound freedom led her to explore Joel in a way she never would have dared at any other point in their relationship as she fondled his balls and whispered, "What about you, Joel. Do you want to feel my mouth, as well?"
She leaned forward and dared another cheeky nibble on his chest, licking her way to a nipple and laving it with her tongue before she sat back and blew on the tiny nubbin.
Joel's hands shot to Desi's hips, but she was uncertain whether he was trying to pull her closer or push her away. She gave a low, breathy laugh. She didn't think Joel knew which he was trying to achieve, either.
He sucked in an audible wheeze and scrunched up his eyes as his breath came in little pants.
Jake's laughter echoed around them, but despite his obvious enjoyment at Joel's predicament, he swept his hands up and down Desi's arms and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you climb on, sweetheart, I know you're desperate to."
Desi didn't need any further encouragement. Eagerly, she clasped Joel's rock hard cock and lined it up beneath her. Then, with complete abandon, she dropped herself down in a single swift movement, sighing her pleasure while Joel grabbed at her thighs to stop her moving and gritted his teeth, so Desi playfully clenched her internal muscles around his shaft, instead.
"Sweet mercy, you little minx!" Joel ground out on a gasp.
Behind her, Jake swept his large palm across the weals that decorated her back.
"Damn, you look stunning like this, my sweet. It's going to be a pleasure to look at my marks decorating your pretty skin while I fuck that sweet little ass."
This time, Desi's pussy contracted involuntarily at Jake's words and she felt a flood of arousal coat Joel's cock.
"I think she likes that idea!" Joel grunted. "Now, for Christ's sake, get on with it before she strangles my dick!"
Jake pushed Desi's chest flat against Joel so she took the opportunity to nuzzle into his neck, revelling in this newfound freedom, sucking and nipping while Jake dribbled lube down the crease of her ass.
A second later, she angled her pelvis as she felt his finger massaging around her pucker, her breathing picked up as he pushed a single digit to breach the tight ring of muscle and Desi let out a long low growl as the pressure built to the point of pain before his finger finally popped through the barrier.
Releasing her breath in a whoosh, Desi barely had time to inhale before a second finger was added, and as he worked steadily in and out to stretch the tight hole, the pressure built like a coil in the pit of her loins, primed and ready to blow.
Jake scissored his fingers inside of her and the combined pleasure and pain erupted from her soul, sending a deep rumble vibrating through her lungs like she was some kind of animal. And like an animal, she bit down on Joel's shoulder hard, causing him to buck his hips in surprise.
Desi squealed with pleasure and Joel implored his cousin, "Jake, fuck!" He gripped Desi's hips so brutally that
she knew she'd have bruises there and she revelled in the thought of him leaving his mark on her.
"Hurry up!" he panted breathlessly.
"Almost there," Jake confirmed as he withdrew his fingers, and Desi felt momentarily bereft, even as she felt him line his cock up with her back passage.
The mattress depressed next to her just as Jake pressed forward, and Desi glanced over to see Logan at her side. She had completely forgotten about him, though, clearly, he had been the one who had prepared the area they were now enjoying.
"Up a bit, baby." He smiled. "I want to feast on those fantastic tits of yours."
Desi managed to prop herself up weakly on her elbows and Logan reached over and cupped one of her breasts, pulling the pendulous globe towards him and drawing her rigid nipple into his mouth with a delightfully strong suction. The bolt of ecstasy that ripped down her spine at the intense, rhythmic suckling caused Desi to buck against Jake, and the motion seated his cock deep inside her. The sensation of the two of them filling and stretching her was indescribable, dragging a shriek of satisfaction from her.
Logan reached across and twisted her other nipple with his free hand as Joel and Jake found their rhythm, one thrusting as the other withdrew.
Desi was awash with sensation, her entire body set for detonation. Jake dragged his hand down her back, reigniting her tender skin, and Joel leaned up to capture her bottom lip between his teeth.
Desi pulled her head back and her wild eyes tangled with Joel's turbulent gaze. Dipping her head, she took his lips in a brief, passionate kiss before she dragged herself reluctantly away so she could haul in some much-needed air, her eyes locking with his again and holding. She felt as if she was trapped inside a vortex that was spinning her higher and faster and out of control.
"No! I can't take any more, it's too much!" Desi pleaded. "Oh, God, Oh, God, please…she whimpered. "Please!" She didn't care that she was begging, begging was good, if it brought her any measure of relief.
"Let go, my love," Joel urged. "Let it all out, every single bit of it."
He nodded to Jake, and suddenly, they altered their rhythm, both pushing into her at the same time, filling her to bursting point while Logan bit down on one nipple and harshly pinched the other.
With that, Desi exploded. The spring coiled around her insides fractured and her orgasm erupted, bursting free like a whirlwind, and the pressure that had collected and built up in her lungs finally broke free on a piercing scream that seemed to go on and on. Her head was spinning and her thighs trembled with the strain of her powerful release. She heard both Jake and Joel groan and gasp as her internal muscles gripped and contracted around their cocks, and almost simultaneously, the pair of them roared their own completion.
Logan moved his head just in time as Desi collapsed onto Joel's chest moaning and panting from the most violent climax of her life.
She was boneless. She couldn't move; a satisfied lassitude swept throughout her limbs and she lay sprawled across Joel's chest, unmoving and uncaring of whatever took place around her. She felt the mattress shift and knew that Logan had moved away, quietly murmuring something to Jake that her fuddled brain refused to comprehend. It wasn't important. She took great gulps of air into her lungs, feeling like she'd run a marathon and was vaguely aware that her throat hurt just a little.
Joel was still seated firmly inside her, although she could sense him softening and she felt Jake withdraw, returning a moment later with a warm, damp cloth, which he used to clean her up. Joel rolled her onto her back and took a fresh cloth to clean between her legs but all Desi could do was lay supine beneath their ministrations, her gaze unfocused and her body trembling in the aftermath.
Jake sat her up and wrapped a soft blanket firmly around her quivering body, and Joel scooped her up and settled her comfortably in his lap. A second later, Jake pushed a bottle of water against her lips and ordered her to drink.
"I'm going to help Logan with the clean-up," he announced before leaving her snuggled in Joel's solid arms.
Desi's awareness of the next hour was hazy at best. She was dimly conscious of being carried out to Jake's car while Logan was left to sort out the bed and lock up. She had a fuzzy memory of Jake driving back to her apartment while Joel kept her nestled within his warm embrace. She must have slept, because her next perception was feeling like she was floating before Joel laid her carefully down in her own bed, gently tucking the sheets around her.
But one realisation stood out in complete clarity. She loved this turbulent, brooding man, who, in his own way, was even more closed off than she was and she wondered if he could see the yearning in her eyes when, in a moment of complete abandon, she lay her heart at his feet and whispered, "I love you."
She felt Joel stiffen immediately, saw the icy distance freeze his expression and bleed into his eyes, even if, just for a millisecond, she thought she had seen them flare with a reciprocated fire. Imagination, she thought, closing her eyes against the swift shaft of pain that pierced her heart. Or wishful thinking.
When she slowly opened her eyes, Joel saw the yearning had been replaced with an achingly deep sadness and he fought the urge to gather her back into his arms and repeat those precious words back to her. In the sorrowful silence that stretched between them, Joel stoically pulled the sheets right up to her shoulders, pinning her arms beneath to prevent her from reaching for him. He only had so much control around this woman, and he knew he had to get out of here before she undid him.
But Desi didn't move, didn't speak. Didn't beg or plead or argue. Didn't try to grab him or kiss him or offer herself to him. Joel found himself oddly resentful that she didn't fight for him, even while he sought to prevent it. But Desi didn't do anything to try and change the truth she witnessed in his eyes. Not because she couldn't or wouldn't, not because she was still bound by his dominance, but because she still had a little bit of pride left. Tears glazed her eyes as an ephemeral dream she didn't even know she'd harboured, forlornly disintegrated into dust and blew away, leaving her curiously hollow.
She closed her eyes again, willing the tears away. She wouldn't let them fall, not right now, and when she opened them again, Joel saw her expression had changed to one of quiet acceptance.
A corner of his heart vigorously mourned the love she silently withdrew and threatened to engulf his good sense, prompting him to beg for it back, to accept it, to hold it close and treasure it always, but he ruthlessly forced those feelings back. They weren't real, anyway, were they? Just a product of the emotion and intensity of the evening.
Inhaling a deep breath and letting it out on a desolate sigh, Joel pressed a soft kiss to her cheek and nuzzled her ear with his nose as he whispered, "Goodbye, Desi." Then he got up and walked away.
There was a finality about those words, and somehow, Desi knew he was gone for good. A single tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek as she rolled onto her side and curled into a ball, hugging her arms around her middle in an attempt to comfort herself. That was the last tear she would allow herself to waste on a man who didn't want her.
She understood now. Tonight, hadn't just been about her. Maybe none of it had been about her. Or at least, not only about her.
Tonight, had been a lot about Joel. It had been a way for Joel to exorcise his demons, to break her and deliberately remould her into someone he didn't want, someone who didn't threaten his control. She could see that now with a startling clarity, but she wasn't mad, she wasn't offended. She was just sad that Joel felt he had to go to such great lengths to find that peace.
And it was okay, she realised. Because he had set her free. At the very least, she could do the same for him. In her heart, she hoped that Joel had found the freedom he was looking for, and in her mind, she released her mental possession of him and let him go.
Chapter 11
The following morning, Desi awoke groggily. Her body ached from head to toe, but her mind felt gloriously free.
Stretching cautiously, she became aware o
f a hard, male body behind her. In the same second, she knew it wasn't Joel, but instead of sinking into familiar despair, she found herself appreciating that Jake was such a good friend and that he cared enough to look after her.
She rolled over and cuddled against him, pillowing her head on his bare shoulder and ignoring the fact that she was still naked. She might have been self-conscious about that before yesterday, but really, what was the point? She had done things with this man that she'd never even done with the previous two men she'd had actual relationships with. He'd seen everything she had to offer—or hide, depending on how you wanted to look at it—up close and very personal, so there was no point in trying to cover it all up now.
Jake settled on his back and his arm came around her, pulling her close.
"How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Good." she replied honestly, and she really was.
Desi made herself more comfortable and hooked one of her legs over his. The movement made her conscious of the rather large erection that was suddenly pressing against her belly, barely contained by his boxer shorts, and she stilled her wriggling.
"What?" Jake muttered. "You're a damn sexy woman and I'm only human!" he grumbled good naturedly.
Desi pressed her face into his pec and giggled.
"Sorry," she said, placing a chaste kiss on his shoulder. "I wasn't thinking."
Jake squeezed her shoulder and placed a kiss of his own on the crown of her head.
"I had to stay and make sure you were all right," he explained, and she nodded her understanding.
"Joel…" he began tentatively, but Desi stopped him, leaning up on her elbow and placing her finger over his lips.
She shook her head. "Don't," she whispered. "It's okay. I understand."
"Then you understand more than I do!" Jake huffed. "He had a responsibility as a Dom…"
"It's pretty simple." Desi sighed. "Joel doesn't want me. Or maybe, before yesterday, it was more true to say he didn't want to want me. So, he made me into something he no longer craves. He's undone the submissive traits that he found attractive, so that he can walk away."