by Jan Springer
Mati snapped out of her memory and tensed, focusing herself to breathe slowly as the wide base of the plug began to move leisurely out of her. Her muscles clasped the toy as it withdrew and soon the plug narrowed and the remainder slid out.
“You don’t know how badly he’s been aching to take you in the ass,” John said again. His voice sounded hoarse, as if he were turned on by the thought of the other male taking her. She bit her lower lip, trying to stop the whimper of anticipation as she listened to the squirt of lube.
Flames of lust grew hotter as the air near her tensed with his body heat. A lubed finger pressed against the opening of her ass. Due to the previous removal of the plug, the finger slid into her easily and he generously moved the cool lube around inside her, stretching her already expanded muscles, creating a wondrous tension she’d forgotten existed.
He pulled out all too soon and she panted with excitement as she heard another healthy squirt of lube. Two fingers sank into her, making her wrench as sensitive nerve endings were stroked.
“Tight, so very tight,” he hissed. Gently he withdrew and plunged his fingers in and out several times in a sensual rhythm that slowly built into an incredible burn of pleasure.
Between her thighs, Paul’s mouth melted over her hot pussy, stoking her arousal, making her moan and gasp for breath. Making her cream harder. He sucked greedily, creating a wild friction that had her body jerking and her head tossing as lust snapped through her like a live wire.
John withdrew his fingers and she inhaled sharply as she heard yet another spurt of lube. This time three fingers nudged into her back door. He dipped into her slowly, the pressure burn almost overwhelming, the excitement mind-numbing.
Her senses wobbled as her anal muscles stretched and accommodated him. He thrust gently, oh so gently, a direct contrast to the firm confident searing-hot suction of Paul’s mouth taking her pussy. The heat of his lips intensified along with the pressure. He sucked harder and harder. She gyrated her hips and pleasure began a hungry spin toward her. She wanted to fly into that world. To lose herself and never find her way back.
“That’s it, bellissima. Surrender to it. Give us your body, your mind, your being.” John’s deep confident voice lulled her senses, encouraging her to slip into the world where freedom and pleasure reigned side by side. A place where no decisions lay. No danger. Just pleasure and gorgeous pain.
She dug her nails into the mattress and moaned with delight as Paul dabbed his tongue against her clit again. Touching her harder, quicker. Tiny, desperate thrusts that fell into an intoxicating rhythm with John’s quick plunging fingers.
Tension zipped through her. Her body tightened.
Oh yes, she wanted to let go. To give into the white-hot lust exploding through her. It snowballed toward her. She tightened more. Whimpered. Cried out as the explosion slammed into her.
She gyrated against Paul’s face. Clenched her ass muscles around John’s thrusting fingers and found herself diving into the mind-numbing world where she was locked between Gio and Paolo’s strong, muscled bodies. Their cocks pulsing into her, sending the agonizing sensations pummeling higher and higher.
That’s it, Matilda. Let yourself go. Ride the bellissima waves.
Those words, tenderly spoken by John—no, Gio—no, it had to be John’s voice erupting from somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind. No, not possible because John didn’t know her real name. Not in her mind either. She couldn’t read minds, Mati thought as she pushed away the insane thought and allowed herself to be wrapped in the pleasure.
Luscious pleasure. Agonizing pleasure.
She bucked against them, her anal muscles gripping fingers, her pussy clenching and creaming. She shuddered in the release and let herself cry out as she came.
Chapter Three
Paul’s cock felt heavy and swollen against the mattress as he continued sucking on her quivering pussy and listened to Mati’s cries of release. His length was throbbing and begging for action. He was losing his control fast as he and John kept her orgasming.
Perspiration sheened her naked body and her whimpers of release slashed into his restraint like knives, cutting him closer to taking her. But he wanted her screaming. Begging.
“I want to move to the next phase. I wish to see her breasts,” Paul muttered, the agony raging through him at wanting to take her.
John nodded. Paul recognized the flare of excitement in John’s eyes and felt it smooth over his senses.
I’ll get the light, he heard John whisper.
I’ll get the restraints, Paul mumbled and moved away from her pussy.
“What’s happening? Is this it? You are finished?” Her voice trembled and sounded sultry from the climax she’d just experienced.
“We are not finished. We are taking the next step,” Paul reassured. He didn’t give her more details. For he knew if he did, the words would excite him and push him over the edge. If he allowed his mind to wander off the moment, he would have to fuck her right this instant. So he needed to remain focused, his control tightly restrained, and take their plan one step at a time.
John couldn’t dim the lights fast enough. He could feel the tension oozing from his brother along with the frustration of waiting so long to have Matilda back in their lives. It had been an ever-present thorn in their side, this wanting of her. Craving her, yet unable to physically find her. But now with this added strain of self-control, of keeping their identity a secret and of actually having her here within their reach, it was almost too much to bear. Painful, actually.
He found her sitting on the edge of the massage table where Paul positioned her. Could hear the clicks of the ankle restraints being readjusted by his brother in order to allow her legs to dangle over the edge of the massage bed, but she would still be restrained in the way she wouldn’t be able to close her legs to them.
He hurried to her side, found the other restraints and quickly secured her wrists. This would prevent her from moving her arms up and embracing them or taking off her blindfold. In the darkness, he made out Paul widening her thighs and clasping the restraints around her ankles.
Could hear Mati and his brother’s breaths, raspy and fast, full with anticipation. His throbbing need to be with her pierced the air. The want of having her screamed through his veins like wildfire. The feeling was both exhilarating and devastating to his senses and self-control.
A moment later he heard Mati gasp and cry out into the darkness, the sound of her arousal piercing his senses. Lapping sounds split the air and he looked down, excitement snapping through him.
The son of a vampire brother of his was eating her pussy!
Mati couldn’t believe the wicked anticipation lashing her as she sat here, her legs and hands once again restrained. What she truly wanted was to rip off her blindfold. Wanted to see what these erotic seducers looked like, because no matter how hard she tried to fantasize that they were Paolo and Gio, she suddenly couldn’t create the visions in her mind of them any longer.
The fiery sensations careening through her made it virtually impossible to form a thought, let alone a fantasy of them. She was immersed in their pleasure touches and all she could do was hold on to the edge of the mattress while one of the males buried his face between her quivering thighs and once again began a desperate lapping against her ultrasensitive clitoris.
Dear vampire! She literally had to fight to breathe. Had to keep herself from begging them to fuck her. His hot tongue slid like a flame over her clit. She jerked with the sinful sensations his touches created. Trembled as he lapped her juices.
Although thrown off balance by the vamp between her thighs, she sensed movement beside her. Before she could fixate on his body scent, she smelled the sweet, overpowering aroma of the ice-wine she loved so much. Felt the straw at her mouth. Eagerly she parted her lips and sucked. The luscious liquid wine splashed into her dry mouth and dashed her taste buds in a rainbow of flavors.
She loved the taste. Drew more of it into her mouth.
Swallowed. The cool liquid doused the dryness in her throat and burned passion through her system as she greedily drank and enjoyed the male’s mouth tending her pussy. When she completed the drink, the buzz from the wine made her sway. Made her heady.
“Easy,” the vamp soothed.
Oh wow! His voice really did sound so familiar. So much like Gio’s. Except for that mechanical lilt.
She moaned as the vamp between her thighs withdrew his head and she cried out as ice-wine splashed between her thighs, shocking her throbbing clit and knocking about her senses.
Beside her the mattress moved. Gio was sitting down beside her. No…John. She needed to keep reality and fantasy from merging. Right? A hot arm brushed against her naked elbow, jolting her with sweet awareness. She could hear him breathing. A harsh erratic sound. Could smell him.
Oh! But he smelled so much like Gio.
Dominant. Raw sensuality. And the erotic aroma of that ice-wine on his breath as he leaned closer.
When a firm hand cupped her left breast, her eyes flew open beneath the blindfold. Shocked pleasure zipped through her as cool ice-wine dripped erotically over her tender breast. It was quickly followed by a wet mouth enveloping her taut nipple. A hand cupped her other breast and his fingers tweaked and pulled while his lips stroked her other nipple. She inhaled at the unmistakable sharp tips of fangs rasping a line of succulent pain along her tender flesh.
To her disappointment he didn’t pierce her breast. Didn’t feed from her. Yet for some insane reason she wanted this stranger to feed from her.
He sucked her nipple, lashed it with his wet tongue. The sweet pressure of his mouth forced a strangled sob from her lips. Upon hearing her cry, the male between her thighs intensified his lapping. The arousal he created, addicting, the bold licks and sucks on her clit had her shaking and moaning.
Vampires! She hadn’t keened like this in a century. These two vamps were perfect! The bordella had done well in picking them for her fantasy.
“Mmm, perfect pussy, bellissima. Sweet ice-wine and pussy delicacy, no?” Paul sighed between her quivering thighs. She heard him take a few gulps of wine then she groaned as his cool tongue stroked her clit once again.
Wicked pleasure swelled through her and a surge of carnal sensations whipped her into a frenzy, making her lose control. She sensed she would lose her mind if they didn’t take her soon.
“Inside me,” she gasped. “Inside me!”
“Not yet, cara. Not yet,” John whispered as he let go of her nipple.
Frustration ensnared her. Oh sweet vampire! Why not?
She was enjoying them so much. Too much! She shouldn’t love what they were doing to her this much. Shouldn’t need them like this.
No!
But the instant their mouths melted over her pussy and left nipple, all her frustrations and denials disintegrated and she wanted them inside her again. Bad.
“Oh sweet vampire!” she cried out as Paul ran his tongue along her slit in the firmest pressure yet. He parted her labia and lapped at her wetness, before returning to stroke her engorged clit with more teasing licks, encouraging her to cream some more. When he thrust his tongue into her vagina, she gasped and clenched around the intrusion, tried to close her legs around his head, but the restraints prevented her from doing so. Instead, she jerked her hips, pushing her pussy into his face, making him groan.
At the primal sound of his voice, unnamed emotions and carnal sensations immersed her. They bubbled through her like a spring, an endless well of pleasure. Their combined sexy smells jarred her senses. She became aware of every suck and pull on her nipples, every lap on her pussy, every sensation snapping through her.
When the vamp seducing her breasts drew away, she fought the restraints to bring him back. He merely chuckled.
Why was she feeling so good with these two strangers? Why, after so many decades, was she breaking down so easily when she’d been so strong in resisting any type of physical relationship with anyone?
Until recently, she’d managed to live with the loneliness she’d created by adhering to the no-sex rule she’d created for Vampira. And here in this bordella, where she thought she would be in charge of herself, have power over how much she reacted to them, all of her self-control was crumbling beneath the wonderful assault of sensations. Collapsing under two complete strangers. Something wasn’t right. But what?
Sweet vampires! They were drugging her with desire. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t understand this sudden overwhelming need for these two to fuck her. To mate with her. Claim her as their own.
“Perhaps more beverages would be in order for myself, since my brother is still drinking from your pussy and leaving nothing for me.” John chuckled after letting go of her nipple.
His brother?
The one between her thighs chuckled against her pussy. She gasped as he followed the laugh by thrusting a couple of fingers into her wet vagina.
The world rocked. Ecstasy exploded, twisting her. She jerked wildly as the orgasm shook her. Gasped as another round of cool ice-wine splashed over her nipples.
She expected the vamp to follow up with more of his lips encircling her tender nipples, instead she found his mouth melting over hers like a dark seduction. The impact sent her reeling. His kiss seared into her bloodstream, arching her body against him.
His tongue thrust past her lips and stretched inside her eager mouth. His fangs clashed with hers and their tongues tangled in an erotic dance of exploration. The scent of heated males and female scorched the air and it drove her toward yet another climax.
Vampires! These males are good! The one between her thighs continued fusing his mouth over her quivering pussy, his tongue laving her clit, driving the breath from her lungs.
The other vamp’s mouth seared with hers. Kissed her deeply. Intimately. Mated with her. She fought the release, wanting to hold on to it as long as possible but she couldn’t.
Doubts assaulted her.
No, I shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be here, betraying my lovers.
Surrender to it, bellissima. Surrender. Gio’s voice whispered through her mind. Yes, it had to be Gio.
Confusion gripped her. Ecstasy threatened to consume her.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
She’s picking one hell of a time to have doubts. She thought she heard Paolo say somewhere deep in her mind.
Was she going crazy? Losing her mind?
It’s okay. Let yourself go. Gio’s voice again. In her mind? No. Not possible.
The male’s kiss deepened and hot blistering delights melted and rose within her again. The pressure and lashes against her clit increased. Pleasure mounted and consumed her. A hunger she’d never known before snapped through her.
She’s ready. Take her now. She heard Paul’s words drifting through her mind. No, Paolo. Oh God, she was so going crazy.
She moaned in protest as the hot, suctioning mouth on her pussy vanished. The passionate kiss disintegrated and her males moved away. The restraints lashing her wrists and ankles were released and hot hands were clamping her waist and hips, lifting her off the massage table. Making her stand on her legs so weak that she would have fallen had they not been holding her. She grabbed shoulders, her fingers digging into sinewy muscles as she steadied herself. She recognized the scent of Gio in front of her. No! It was the one named John!
Cried out again John’s succulent mouth fused over her lips. She moaned and melted against hard sinewy muscles, arching her tummy against him. The male groaned and then took her pussy in one quick stroke, impaling her to the hilt, tossing her closer to release.
He pulled out and Paolo slid into her ass. He stretched her, ignited her senses, then withdrew. A cock entered her pussy, making her pant at the fierceness of the impalement.
She whimpered and keened and begged for release as they stroked in and out of her. Their deep steady rhythm perfectly synchronized. They had her pinned between them. Their hard bodies slapping against her soft curves. Thei
r cocks slamming into her like pistons.
Come, cara. Come for us. Let yourself go. Enjoy. Paolo’s voice again in her mind.
Then suddenly they both came into her at the same time and Mati exploded, losing herself in bliss, moaning and whimpering and keening.
Oh sweet vampires! So good! She’d forgotten how good climaxing with males felt!
They fucked her hard. Their cocks like jolts from electric rods. Their hands all over her body, caressing, touching, loving. They stroked their cocks into her harder, faster, until both males were groaning and bucking and pumping so hard she swore they were lifting her right off the floor.
She was flying. Flying back to Italy. Back to the orchard. Into Gio and Paolo’s strong loving arms.
We love you so much, amore.
They had told her that many times during their lovemaking. Told her to stay with them forever. And she had wanted to. So badly. But she’d had to protect them.
As they drew her deeper into the orgasm, a sob escaped her. She had lost her males. Abandoned them. Another sob wrenched from her and then it was as if her climax was exploding the huge protective walls she’d built around her. Wave after black wave, the pleasure released the demons she held deep inside. Other emotions rose to the surface. Emotions buried so deep, she’d almost forgotten them.
Realization.
Wonder.
Knowledge.
She was female. She was vampire.
In her quest for freedom she had denied herself love. Starved herself of sex. Deprived herself, period.
The beautiful orgasm subsided, leaving her gasping for air. It left her weak and wondering if she would ever recover from the devastation of what she had denied herself. Wondered if she could ever repair the damage. Should she even dare?
* * * * *
“She went through something, didn’t she?” Paul asked a while later as they sat in the next room and watched through the two-way mirror as Matilda slept peacefully on the massage bed. After she climaxed that last time, her wrenching cries had frightened them and they’d cradled her in their arms, comforting her while she’d sobbed. Then afterward, when her demons were released, she’d fallen asleep and they’d eased her weakened body onto the bed, covering her with the sheets.