“I have a complaint,” Kimberly said as soon as Sebastian entered the private master suite.
“I’m sure you do.” Sebastian worked his natural swagger for all it was worth.
She stretched her fingers against the glass above her head. “I’m serious.”
“Don’t whine, sub.” Sebastian swatted her bare mound with a flogger.
Incredible shards of exquisite pleasure shot through her cunt and left her pussy clenching around the dildo. At the same time, the vibrator danced with quick jolts. As the rotation began, the intimate swirling made her brace for the orgasm rolling over her.
“Let me come,” she whispered, realizing their relationship had swiftly changed.
“Tell me why you want to come,” Sebastian said, his voice dark.
“I need to come!” she screamed, her palms mashed against the glass. She was desperate for release and he wanted her to analyze why? Why the hell did he think? She was horny, excited, and needed to ride out that orgasm, latch on and let go!
Sebastian moved closer. He stared at her cunt. A sexy smile shaped his full lips. “Wyatt is having too much fun with that remote control.”
Kimberly arched. Her nipples throbbed for his hand, his lips. She moistened her mouth and stared at the bulge between his thighs, willing him to come closer.
The orgasm was within her grasp and he still wouldn’t grant her permission. Then, right when the vibrator sped into action, jerking inside her with violent tremors, he yanked the toy away from her vagina, flipped the switch to the off position, and tossed it to the nearby vanity.
She collapsed against the lumpy pillow behind her, frustrated beyond words.
“What’s wrong, sub?” Sebastian asked, laughter in his voice. “Are you pouting?”
Kimberly lifted her head. “Don’t patronize me.”
A glint of humor danced in his face. “How am I patronizing you?”
God, he was sexy. That guttural sound in his voice, the way he looked at her when he clearly appreciated her, and the way he flexed his muscles as if he didn’t even know he was built like a god made her want to squeeze the daylights out of him—with the appropriate body part utilized for the squeezing.
“Come here,” she crooned. “I want to see you.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” she replied. “I need to touch you.”
“Hmm,” he rasped, dropping his slacks and fisting his hard cock.
“Hmm is right,” she whispered, licking at her lips. “Let me taste you.”
“Not yet,” he said, pumping his cock.
“When?”
“Don’t whine, sub,” he said, slapping her pussy.
Relief spun through her veins. Her lust was like a beast, one that could be provoked or tamed by conflicting elements at any given time.
“You love to be spanked.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Spank my pussy.”
“Suck my cock.” He dropped one knee on the bed and thrust his dick forward, inches from her mouth.
“Untie me,” she whispered against the head of his cock.
“You don’t need to use your hands,” he told her, supporting her head.
Her tongue whipped around the crest and she pampered him with an exceptional oral delivery. With a deliberate, nearly exaggerated suction, she drew him between her lips and hummed against his thick shaft.
His rich masculine scent filled her senses with a hint of musk and leatherwood. She breathed him, inhaled every scent of his masculinity, his spicy sex.
Rising to the tip, she flattened her tongue against the center, applying pressure until that sweet drop of his arousal tantalized her tongue. Then, she drew him between her cheeks, sucking and slurping, enjoying his taste, and the way he pulsed against her throat.
She was so lost in the act of loving him that she didn’t even notice when her other lover entered the room. It wasn’t until her legs were thrown over Wyatt’s back that she fully grasped the ingenuity of two lovers working together to please one.
Wyatt dragged his tongue through her pussy lips. “Hello, darlin’.”
“That’s some entrance,” she whispered, gripping Sebastian’s cock and looking down the length of her body.
A throaty growl filled the room. “If you liked that, you’ll love this.”
With his promise, he thrust his tongue inside her pussy. He worked the firm texture higher as he ate her pussy like an expensive meal—greedily consuming her with true appreciation.
The man had perfected the art of indulging in intimate conversation. He twirled her clit with his thumb, sharing a breathless whisper after one thrust and then another. His choice of softly spoken words were shared like a secret message straight into the heart of her clenching cunt, and her body bent one way or another as she tried to move closer and hang on his every word.
“Don’t zone out on me, baby,” Sebastian said, rubbing his cock over her lips. “What do you say we finish this?”
“Can I come, Sir?” she asked, drawing the shape of his hooded head between her lips.
Wyatt spread her intimate folds with his fingers. Glancing up at her with the transparent evidence of her excitement covering his chin, he said, “I’d hate to think I went to this much effort and you didn’t enjoy yourself.”
“She’s having a fine time,” Sebastian said, reaching over her head and freeing her arms.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“Then show me,” Wyatt said, stuffing his thumbs inside her folds and stretching her wider as he crammed his tongue inside her pussy and feasted as if he’d never tasted a more delectable woman.
“Ah fuck!” Sebastian screamed, filling her mouth with his cum as he rocked forward, fighting to keep his balance.
She hummed out in pleasure as her orgasm shook through her body, leaving her grinding against Wyatt’s chin and mouth. He slurped at her pussy, licking through her folds with speed and precision. And her mouth closed around Sebastian’s cock, tightening around his thickness until his cock twitched with the last of his cum.
“That was terrific,” he whispered, kissing her almost immediately after she swallowed his release.
She reached down the length of her body, dragging her fingers through Wyatt’s hair as he nuzzled her mound. “It just doesn’t get any better than this.”
Chapter Thirty-Seven
“I was wrong,” she whispered an hour later as they worked her over in front of a crowd.
“Now is probably not the time for confessions,” Sebastian said, his body wrapped around hers like a cocoon of pleasure. His heavy cock impaled her as she swung back and forth in an erotic swing.
The crowd not only watched, they cheered as Sebastian grabbed hold of her hair and forced her to bend and accept the hard thrusts.
She sensed his power, his overwhelming strength. Through him, her confidence soared as she faced the crowd, but kept her eyes on Wyatt, awaiting another strike against her throbbing mound.
“Tell me how you were wrong?” Sebastian asked, nipping at her earlobe.
“It gets better. I said…it couldn’t.” Her throat was raspy, harsh. Her tone, laden with lust, sounded sharper as her words echoed in her head, pounded in her eardrums as he hammered his cock inside her pussy.
With his hand on her lower back, Sebastian applied more pressure, forcing her forward.
Wyatt inched closer. The flogger consisted of five leather rosebuds, hard formations of promised pleasure, a tool often used for pain and punishment, but so far, she could only associate the hard slaps with erotic sensations, sweet vibrations.
He raised his arm and swatted her pussy again. A hard grunt fell from her lips as Sebastian drove inside her, twisting and turning as he pierced her pussy with quick strokes, harder thrusts.
“More, please,” she whispered, her eyes moist with tears of joy as the satisfaction rolled over her.
“Don’t come,” Wyatt whispered across her lips. “Take all you can take. Experience this, sub.”
She shook wit
h resistance, but realized multiple orgasms were coming for her. There would be so much pleasure to ride out and enjoy.
“Let me,” she pleaded, her fixation upon Wyatt now as he flicked his wrist and struck her pussy once more.
“Are you begging?”
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, her gaze meeting his. “Please, Sir. Let me come.”
“Not yet,” he said, dragging the curled leather through her damp folds as Sebastian withdrew.
Rubbing his hard length against her hip, he tilted her head to the side and smothered her lips with his, prying her lips apart with a greedy tongue, a ravenous kiss.
“Sebastian,” she crooned, her fingernails raking across Wyatt’s firm shoulders, his bare chest.
His smile melted her heart as he tossed aside the flogger and penetrated her with his eager fingers. Probing her walls with three forceful digits, he cupped her breast and forcibly brought a nipple to his lips. Nipping at the hard bud, he licked the point rapidly, making her crazy, driving her past the point of no return.
“Yes!” she whispered.
“No,” he said, backing away.
Sebastian and Wyatt left her grinding at air, her body bending forward as she stuffed three fingers deep inside her pussy, working them up and down, in and out.
“Stop now, sub,” Wyatt told her firmly.
“Can’t,” she breathed, her hand working harder and harder as her climax drew near.
“You can and you will,” Sebastian told her, grabbing her arms and forcing her hands behind her back.
Her body shook in frustration as Sebastian kept her confined, locking his arms around her body. He secured her against his chest and his cock twitched at her bottom.
“Fuck me,” she ordered him, and the request certainly sounded like a demand.
“Not yet, vixen,” he whispered at her ear. “Pay attention to the crowd. There’s a busty blonde interested in our little exhibition. See if you recognize her.”
Panting, she quickly scanned the audience, trying to find the woman who apparently had caught her man’s attention. Her spine straightened as her temper flared.
“Look at that,” Wyatt teased her. “Someone is jealous.”
“I’m not,” she defiantly told him.
Her long hair shimmied over her back and she twitched in delight at the sensations. Her senses were razor sharp as she continued to focus on the crowd, the onlookers surrounding them.
“How would you feel if I pointed out a man in the crowd by mentioning how well endowed he was?”
Wyatt chuckled. “I’d ask you what you were doing staring at another man’s cock when you have two within your grasp.”
“Two that aren’t finishing the job!” she bellowed.
A group gasp fell across the crowd.
“Keep your voice down,” Sebastian snapped.
Turning to him then, she draped her arms over his back and said, “Why don’t you make me?”
“My pleasure,” he grated out, clearly not playing with her. “On your knees, sub.”
“Like this?” she asked, bowing in front of him with her arms behind her back.
“Exactly like that,” he said, placing his firm cockhead at her parted lips. “Suck.”
Wyatt moved behind her. Gripping her hair, he guided her over Sebastian’s cock, pulling her completely away from his groin before pushing her head forward. Again, he yanked her away from him. Then, he pushed her head to his cock once again.
“So pretty,” Sebastian crooned, looking down at her with lust in his eyes.
“So big,” she whispered, rubbing her tongue across his dick.
His stance changed and when he widened his hips and began rotating them in a faster fashion, she was caught up in the act of serving and pleasing. Fluttering her eyelashes, she wished for a taste of him. She was so desperate to complete him.
“Whoop!” someone shouted right as a thin whip snapped against her hips.
Talons of pleasure licked at her pussy lips as Sebastian growled aloud, the torture in his voice a note of misunderstood pleasure. “Ah yes, baby. Take me. That’s right. Fuck me with those lips. Tighten around me.”
She hummed against him as she swallowed over and over again, toning her reflexes against his tip. A shot of his arousal doused her tongue and one hell of a packed punch followed closely behind.
“Ah yeah, sub baby. There! Good God, don’t you stop!” He gripped her head with both hands, fucking her mouth like a well-maintained machine, pushing up, pulling back, thrusting forward, and finishing with a slow sweep before repeating all over again.
Desire pulsed through her, gaining momentum as his release oozed down her throat. And when it was all over, Sebastian cupped her cheek and mouthed, “You’re mine,” before handing her off to Wyatt who would inevitably tell her the same.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Cherie had been instructed to run interference if the McKays somehow made their way to the other end of the train, but Wyatt hadn’t spotted them and Cherie hadn’t reported a sighting. By eight o’clock, however, he’d begun to worry. They hadn’t heard from Cherie and he’d searched several of the rail cars, hoping to touch base.
“She knew we had dinner reservations,” Sebastian said, motioning for Kimberly. “I don’t like what you’re wearing.”
“What’s wrong with her dress?” Cherie asked, entering the rail car as if she’d only been missing for a minute.
“Where have you been?” Wyatt asked.
“Good God, Wyatt,” Cherie said. “If I’d known you were going to act like my parent, I wouldn’t have come on this trip.”
“We couldn’t leave you at home alone,” Sebastian told her, returning his gaze to Kimberly’s. “Take off the dress.”
Kimberly’s eyes met Cherie’s. She seemed to will the other woman out of the room, but Wyatt knew better than to believe she suddenly had a bout with modesty.
Cherie’s eyes filled with unbridled passion, the lust brewing as she watched the interaction between Sebastian and Kimberly. “I don’t know why you want to parade her around like she’s a piece of meat.”
“Is that what you think, Kimberly?” Sebastian asked, lifting her chin to his.
“No, Sir,” she replied, averting her gaze and directing her attention to Cherie then. “I like pleasing them.”
“Humph,” Cherie said. “And here I thought I needed to coach you from the start.”
Kimberly looked a little disconnected then. Her gaze hopped from Sebastian to Cherie to Wyatt and back to Cherie once more.
Before she had time to ask questions and sate that curiosity, Wyatt turned to Cherie. “So you didn’t see the McKays?”
Kimberly glanced away from the outfit Sebastian held up for her perusal. “Tell me you aren’t talking about the McKays from Fletcher.”
“Your godparents are here,” Wyatt informed her, returning to his conversation with Cherie. “Any sign of them?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Kimberly asked.
“Sebastian?” Wyatt wanted to settle this nonsense once and for all.
Drawing her naked form against his, he sat on the bench located right inside the small walk-in closet. “First, you want to be in control. Then, you swear you want to be controlled. One minute you want to know everything, you don’t want anything held back. No secrets in other words. The next moment, you expect us to handle everything for you.”
“That sounds about right,” Cherie said, laughing. “The internal battles submissive women face can be incorrigible.”
“Especially when the men involved with said submissive women don’t know if they can meet up to the task of being with women who want to be fully controlled.”
Cherie stared at her blankly. “Maybe you should’ve told her about the McKays. One look at that group and a woman sees what she’s missing if she isn’t a love slave.”
“Sex slave,” Kimberly corrected her.
“You want to be a sex slave,” Cherie said, processing more than asking. S
he stared at her breasts and quickly added, “You sure about that, sugar?”
Sebastian and Wyatt exchanged a quick glance. Sebastian’s brow furrowed and he looked as if he might stop where this was heading, but Wyatt quickly wiggled his index finger in warning.
“I know who I am,” Kimberly said, straightening her back.
“Want to test that?” Cherie asked, turning to Wyatt. “Do you?”
He smirked at Sebastian as he snaked a protective arm around Kimberly’s waist.
“That’s enough, Cherie,” Wyatt said, fearing if he didn’t call her off, Kimberly would never forgive them or her. Since Cherie was a part of their lives, he wanted Kimberly to like her.
“I’ve kissed a girl before,” Kimberly admitted. “I’m just not attracted to women.”
“But you’ve kissed a girl?” Cherie shook her head. “Honey, I’m not going to demonstrate here because I like you. I really do. Still, I think it would be unfair to you and unfair to Sebastian and Wyatt if you entered into an arrangement you didn’t fully understand.”
“And you want to teach me?” Kimberly asked, a light of mischief in her eyes. “I know the difference, Cherie. I was raised between two close families with substantial differences in the way they lived and the way they viewed the lifestyle. My mother is a submissive woman, but she tests my fathers at every turn.
“Vicky McKay, on the other hand, as you’ve witnessed today, is definitely a sex slave. She depends on her men for every decision. She gave up the right to free will because she didn’t want it.”
“And you’re saying you’re ready to embrace the same life?”
“Yes,” Kimberly replied.
“So you realize if you do this, if Sebastian and Wyatt tell you to get on your knees and eat my pussy, you’re expected to comply.”
Her lips twitched. God love her heart. She probably thought this was a preplanned test.
“I understand,” she said, glancing up at Sebastian as if she expected him to intervene.
“Don’t worry. They won’t share you with me and I like cock as much as you do,” Cherie said. “But I’ve had my share of women. Remember, I told you I know Sweden well. He was the one who taught me the difference between domestic slaves and submissive women.”
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