We Can Move You

by Summer Alan

"You are quite a wonderful slave, definitely the most beautiful one I've ever seen.” When he released his hold on her and stepped back, he admired her further.

  "Thank you, Master.” The word at first had felt odd on her tongue, but now she found it strangely comforting and intensely erotic. After she finished undressing and all her clothes lay in a heap on the floor, she stood before them neither ashamed nor embarrassed, but feeling more excited and desirable than she'd ever been in her life.

  Jack had certainly never made her feel like this. Many nights she'd sat up waiting for him to come over when he'd promised he would. She had met him at various places when he'd asked her to—hotels, the supply closet, but not once had he ever been inside her apartment. She was suddenly happy this was the case. He'd never been where these two men stood.

  "I have a strong suspicion,” Ethan said, his gaze brushing over her naked body in obvious approval, “that our slave is not focused on her job. Do you understand your job, slave?"

  Josie nodded, realizing that she had let her mind wander away. Would this earn her additional punishment? The possibility thrilled her.

  "I require your answers out loud when I question you. Now, do you understand your job?"

  "Yes, Master,” she said dutifully, the words rolling over her in waves of heat.

  "And that job is?"

  She thought for a moment then nodded. “To please you in whatever way you require, Masters.” There, that should make them happy.

  "Good. Now it's time for that punishment."

  She watched Alec disappear into the kitchen, and then she looked back to Ethan. His eyes blazed with desire and something else, something more intimidating and breathtaking in its intensity.

  He stepped past her and sat down on the large stuffed arm of the sofa, then pulled his T-shirt over his head, and tossed it onto the floor. The vision of his rippled stomach and smooth tanned skin warmed her flesh even more, and her face grew hot. “Come over here and bend over my lap."

  She hesitated for only an instant before stepping forward and bending over his thighs. The rough texture of his jeans abraded her hardened nipples. Sliding her hands along his calf, she grasped his ankle and stroked it with her fingernails. As blood rushed to her head, he slid his hand over her bare buttocks.

  "Keep your feet on the floor and push your behind higher in the air. Keep holding on to my ankle if you need extra support. I'm not going to let you fall. Say ‘Yes, Master’ if you understand."

  "Yes, Master.” She glanced toward the kitchen. What was Alec doing in there? What was he looking for?

  "She's got an entire drawer full of plastic sporks,” Alec called from the kitchen.

  "Do you have a spatula, slave?"

  "Yes, Master. In the utility drawer next to the refrigerator.” His hand stroked the inside of her thigh. If he would only slide his hand up a little higher, she would come. She just knew it.

  "I found it!” Alec called.

  "See if she has any more wine,” he called back, and then a sudden crack sounded through the room. Her ass caught fire from the blow the instant his hand slapped her bare flesh. She wriggled and screamed, not from pain but surprise. His hand landed again, square in the center of her ass, and then he proceeded to spank her continuously, firmly, each loud crack reverberating through the room.

  The first slap had startled her, but the following ones stung and brought tears to her eyes. Then something strange and amazing began to happen. Her pussy tightened and grew slick with her increasing desire. She arched her hips upward to meet each stroke of his hand. Six, seven, eight times he struck her. Between some of these strikes, he rubbed his palm and fingers over her now burning skin, but try as she might to spread her thighs and allow him access to her now flaming pussy, he did not touch her there.

  "Oh, your ass is pinking up very nicely, slave. You have a wonderful ass, and it will please me to spank you further. But you must wait a moment because Alec will want to see this."

  She squeezed her thighs back together, not caring that either of them saw her juicy pussy, but desperate to clench her thighs together and try to complete the orgasm that hung just out of reach. The ache inside her had reached enormous proportions, and if she hadn't been afraid that she would be punished further—all excitement but no completion—she would have slid her fingers between her legs and finished herself off.

  Alec, thankfully, finally returned to the room. In one hand, he carried her red plastic spatula, the one she'd made breakfast with just yesterday morning. In the other, another bottle of wine.

  "I believe our slave is ready to come, Alec. This will not do. Slave, understand this. You will not allow yourself to orgasm until we give you permission. You understand?"

  "But, Master...” she began, then realized that she had as much as admitted how close she was to doing just that.

  "I realize you are not questioning me, because you know that would invite further punishment. You are simply wondering. So, I will answer. You will do as I ask. You will do what pleases me, and it will please me to make you wait until I'm ready for you to come."

  But I don't want to wait, she wanted to scream but kept the words inside of her. She had the safe word ready at any moment should she decide to use it, but she didn't want to use it. All she really wanted was the orgasm that had reached a critically tormenting stage now.

  "If you have punished her already,” Alec said, setting aside the spatula, “maybe we can save this for later. Right now, let's have a drink."

  "Good idea.” Ethan's hands slid along the sides of her torso, and he lifted her from his lap then guided her gently on the sofa. “Would you like a drink?"

  Yes, she thought as her flaming hot ass sank into the soft cushions. To pour over my sore ass. That's exactly what I need. “Yes, Master, I would."

  Ethan got up and approached Alec, unfastened Alec's pants, and then pushed them down to his ankles. He retrieved the bottle from Alec and held it over Alec's stiff, exposed erection. “Come over here, slave. Get on your knees and drink it from here."

  Josie realized what he was asking, what he had commanded, and immediately dropped off the sofa to the floor, her face even with Alec's hard, enormous cock. The redness of his flesh was evidence enough of how excited he'd become by her, and the feeling of being able to do that was powerful.

  She wanted to lick him with her tongue right now, but imagined this was not what Ethan had in mind. He was going to pour that wine over Alec's erection, and she would drink it from there. She was almost sure of it, and the thought pulsed through her pussy with each beat of her heart.

  "She's moving a lot faster now, wouldn't you say, Ethan?"

  "Yes.” Alec's voice was soft and approving. “We have chosen an excellent slave. Even though she needed a little punishment, on the whole I would say we have done well with this choice."

  His words thrilled her much more than they should have. Her body was turning them both on, and the power of the realization straightened her spine until she found the bravery to open her mouth, hold her tongue just inches from his cock, and look up at them both.

  She knew the look she gave them was defiant, might earn her more punishment, but she felt so full of her own influence that she didn't care. This evening had begun badly with Jack's announcement and her subsequent humiliation, but tonight she would have what she wanted.

  And what did she want? She wanted these two men inside her. She couldn't ask them, could not demand the thing she most desired, but there were other ways to get her fulfillment. Tonight, the slave would discover how to get control.

  "I am thirsty, Masters,” she said as she stared up at both of them. Their responses were identical and exactly what she wanted. Their eyes blazed with desire, and she imagined if she could see Ethan's cock, it would be as hard, and pulse as much, as Alec's.

  "You heard the lady.” Alec seemed barely able to contain a grin that tickled at the sides of his lips. “She's thirsty."

  With that, Ethan poured the bottle of wi
ne slowly over Alec's erection and, as the liquid dripped over him, she lapped it up, taking his cock into her mouth, the spicy sting of Chardonnay tickling her tongue. She'd always enjoyed this particular wine, but never so much as right now.

  "So hot.” Alec's erection twitched between her lips. “That slave's tongue is amazing."

  She was surprised to find that she was, indeed, thirsty, and she swallowed the liquid as if she would never get another drink. She also basked in the veiled praise of her masters, somewhat stunned that she had come to think of them as her masters already. Within the span of only a few moments, she had given herself over to them and their pleasure, not to mention their ability to give her the same.

  Slowly lifting her hands, she placed them on Alec's thighs for support as the room began to swim and soften around the edges of her vision. She considered asking permission to take his balls into her hands but did not want to release the connection of her mouth with his body. Sometime soon, she would stroke his thighs, tenderly nipping them with her teeth, tasting each and every inch of wonderful male flesh. She swallowed the cool liquid as she imagined what was to follow.

  When she had drunk more than she'd had in the two full glasses earlier, she sat back on her knees and tilted her head up to them. Remnants of the wine dripped down her chin and over her chest. The cool, sticky feel of it along with its aromatic scent filled her senses.

  She gazed at both of them through veiled lashes, attempting to feign subservience, but feeling more powerful than she ever had. The throbbing between her thighs reached epic proportions, and the urge to slide her hand over her leg and between her pussy lips was almost more than she could bear. She resisted only with supreme effort. One or both of these men would care for her the way she needed soon enough.

  A thought occurred to her as the two of them watched her. “How else may I please you, Masters?"

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  Chapter Four

  Ethan cleared his throat and placed the wine bottle on the coffee table. “It will please me to see you suck Alec's cock while I suck those nipples."

  He dropped to the floor and placed his mouth over one of her ripe nipples, the suction so strong and hard she thought she would burst with the ecstasy of his tongue. She didn't wait another moment. Grabbing Alec's thighs she encircled his cock with her lips once more, this time not to drink, but to plunder.

  Alec moaned and staggered a step back from the force of her movement, but then quickly righted himself, and placed a hand on her head. Resting it there, he stroked her hair as she tasted the delicious tang of heat and man. Unable to get all of the considerable length and girth of his cock into her mouth, she licked around it, sucked the head and stroked her teeth over the length she could manage to reach. Her pussy burned with moist heat, and she ached for Ethan to touch her there, to slide a finger inside her, roll his thumb over her clit and give her release.

  But there would be no release until they gave her permission. Instead, his hands held her breasts, one teasing and pinching her nipple as the other clutched the weight of her flesh and held it to his dancing tongue. If it was his pleasure to watch her suck his friend, he was missing out on that pleasure while seeking another—his lips pressed hard against her naked skin.

  Alec's hands tightened on her head then gently disengaged her from his cock. Stroking the side of her face, he smiled down at her. “Ethan's enjoying your tits, slave, but I think you should lie down over me."

  Her nipples ached with the sweet, firm torture of Ethan's lips, tongue, and fingers, and she longed to continue this with Alec inside her, anything to still the ache between her thighs. Ethan released her nipples, tweaked them both once more and stood up. “Time to move, and I think I'm overdressed for this. Give me a second, Alec. Slave, get on your feet, now, and undress me."

  Her ass still burning from the earlier punishment, her nipples aflame, she pushed herself up from the floor and unfastened the button on his pants. Naked and exposed to them both, Josie made short work of the zipper and began to slide the jeans and briefs down his thighs.

  "Don't stoop. Bend over toward the floor, slave.” Ethan's voice had taken on a coarse edge as the muscles in his thick thighs tensed. She was not the only one in need of release from the tension building inside her.

  She did as he commanded, sliding the rough fabric over his thighs then his calves, her legs straight as she bent at the waist toward the floor.

  "Stay right there.” Alec's voice came from behind her now. Was he going to finally fill her hot opening with that cock she'd held between her lips? Would he at last ease the throbbing clutch of her pussy that increased with each beat of her heart?

  "Her ass is nice and pink,” Alec commented, his tone conversational, as if this were something he and Ethan talked about every day. The commonness of it stoked the heat inside her another notch until she wondered if she would come without either of them touching her pussy at all. She'd become their conversation piece, their slave to be looked at, discussed and touched however they willed. And she'd become the center of their attention, the focus of their interest.

  The realization was astounding. Seeing how they reacted to her, how she enthralled both of them as they tried with great effort to feign indifference, made her bask in the sexual power she held over them.

  They would take care of her during the game. They'd promised that. This game, as unfamiliar and exciting as it was physical, was teaching her more about herself than she'd ever imagined. She'd given Jack a lot of power—the power to hurt her—and he had taken that power and unforgivably used her. Alec and Ethan offered her another kind of power, the chance to release the power already within her.

  Turning her head to look at them both, peeking at their handsome faces and bodies through the veil of her hair, she quelled the urge to smile. She would use that power to satisfy them both and find fulfillment for herself as well.

  "She looks pretty good, all right,” Ethan said, stroking his hand along her spine then resting it on her ass. Pinching lightly, he stepped behind her to join Alec.

  She suddenly remembered the last time she'd had sex with Jack, the thought popping into her head unwanted but unstoppable. She'd run movies through her head to get aroused—nothing like the actual scene playing out before her, and not close to generating the heat raging through her in this moment.

  "If I didn't know better, I'd think she was daydreaming again,” Ethan said.

  She wondered how in the world he knew. With her ass in the air, both of her hands on the floor and her hair almost completely covering her face, how could he tell?

  "Maybe she needs a reminder of who is with her now.” Alec slid his hand down her ass and shoved two fingers inside her. If Ethan hadn't been holding her still, she would have fallen forward, but his hands grasped her hips and pulled her toward Alec's hand.

  She clenched her pussy around his fingers, bearing down on the pressure of his hand as it moved in and out of her, the sound of the slick motion faintly distinguishable between her heavy breaths.

  So close to the orgasm her body screamed for, she let Ethan pull her into Alec's hand, his palm smacking her outer lips, his fingers going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

  "You're not going to come, are you, slave? You know what will happen if you come before we give our permission,” Alec said as he continued his plunder of her hot, aching pussy.

  Permission? Yes! She could come with their permission. “Please, Master.” She uttered the words between gasps for each heavy breath. “May I come?"

  "No.” They both shouted the word as neither of them stopped their assault on her body and her senses. One of them slipped a wet finger around the tight rosette, then pressed it slowly inside her.

  "I'm going to come, Masters! Please!"

  Both abruptly stopped, removed their hands from her, and stepped back. She swayed, still bent over resting her weight on her hands, her knees shaking and barely able to hold her hips in the air.

  "She's going
to fall over,” Alec said, his voice coming in raspy gasps also.

  "No, she won't.” Ethan caught her, and then pulled her upright against his chest.

  Alec slipped his arms under hers, resting his hands over her nipples and pinching them both.

  Ethan picked up her legs and wrapped them around his waist, then lowered her onto his stiff erection.

  She closed her eyes and leaned her head back onto Alec's chest—Ethan's cock deep inside her, filling her, the ache now completely unbearable.

  "Look at me, Josie."

  She opened her eyes and saw Ethan's jaw clench as he used the weight of her hips as a fulcrum and pivoted his cock deeper inside her. Alec continued to tweak her nipples while Ethan leaned back and plunged his cock into her again and again.

  "Keep your eyes on him, honey,” Alec whispered in her ear. “Oh, and you can come now if you like."

  She tightened her legs around Ethan's waist and lifted her hips against him, deepening each thrust as his cock raked against her clit until the shattering orgasm she'd been forced to hold back for so long was finally unleashed.

  Her scream echoed through the living room, and Alec's deep, warm laugh against her ear brought another wave of the never-ending flood of pleasure that rolled through her entire body.

  Ethan's groan was muffled as she leaned forward and took his face in her hands, covering his lips with her own. He kissed her through his gasping rapture as his cock throbbed his release inside her pussy.

  Then Alec pulled her away, lifted her into his arms, and carried her toward the bedroom. She glanced back to see Ethan remove the condom he must have put on while they both stood behind her.

  "Do you have another orgasm for me as well, my pet?” Alec's whisper into her ear sent a thrill of desire through her already well-used body.

  Unable to speak, she simply nodded.

  Laying her down on the bed, Alec lay over her and, parting her legs with his knee, he kissed her slow and long. Then he pressed his cock against her hot, wet opening. She lifted her hips to capture his erection inside her, but he moved back.