He was the predator and I, the prey caught in his snare. I wanted to look away, to blink, to flee, but I could do nothing but moan, soft and low. A second pair of hands glided over my ribs, my waist, until they gripped the cheeks of my backside.
They were molten magic, heating my skin, warming my insides along with it. Lips of velvet kissed the base of my spine and Nick’s hair whispered across the flesh at my waist. I licked my bottom lip, glanced at Jackson’s mouth and back up. His jaw clenched tight.
He reached forward, cupping my cheek, bringing my lips within a breath of his. “I’ve searched for you. Dreamed of you. Ached for you. I never should have let you leave. I won’t make the same mistake again.”
His nose brushed against mine and the weight of his words forced my eyelids closed to hide my emotion. How could he know the exact words I’d needed to hear?
It was thrilling and terrifying to be wanted like that. I’d convinced myself it was the situation, one fantasy night, but it was him.
His minty breath tickled my lips, taunting me with his nearness. I couldn’t strain far enough to kiss him. His fingers locked on to the side of my head, deep in my hair, holding me in place. Nick continued licking and sucking…tasting my skin.
I knew it was Nick but he became an extension of Jackson. Of his desire. Jackson’s domination over my body scared me. I couldn’t keep still. My nails dug into the riser beneath me, my toes curling into the hardwood beneath my feet. I could barely strain closer to the men and the pleasure they offered.
Jackson glanced at Nick then stared at me again. Nick’s hands slid off my backbone like water and his warmth disappeared with him. Anticipation became a living, breathing thing. Silence expanded between us.
“I knew you’d be gorgeous like this. Bound for me. Needing my touch. I saw your name on the dotted line but I want to hear you say it. That you want to be my Christmas gift. By the end of the night, you’ll be something more.”
“What will I be?” It didn’t sound like me asking the question.
“Mine.”
The tension coiled tight between us like a rattlesnake ready to strike. Nick moved behind me but I didn’t glance away from Jackson. Couldn’t if I’d wanted to. His intent gaze held me captive.
“So are you ready?”
I took a deep breath and took a leap into the abyss. “Yes—”
The slither of the end of the word hadn’t left my mouth before the leather strands of the flogger connected with my ass. I sucked in a startled gasp. Heat raced between my legs. My knees would have buckled at the exquisite burn clawing its way to my pussy if I hadn’t been bent over the bench.
Nick brought his arm down again, the smack echoing as he hit my other cheek. I opened my mouth to scream but Jackson was there, consuming my cry of painful pleasure. He took my mouth. Owned it.
He didn’t ask permission. He held my jaw open, licking inside to explore. Nick continued his assault on my backside.
“Damn, your pussy’s wet.” Nick’s presence filled the room as Jackson finally pulled away.
We all breathed heavily. I watched Jackson go to his knees, grabbing the blindfold off the table. He sucked one of my nipples into the hot cavern of his mouth, making me forget everything but him.
He teased it with his tongue, nipping it with his teeth and plucking at it with his fingers until it stood up. The hard nubbin was surrounded by goose-pimpled flesh.
His heavily aroused voice penetrated the fog of my need with one word. “Breathe.”
“Why should I—oh, fuck!” Pain radiated out from the tip of my breast, shooting tentacles of heat along nerve endings I’d never known existed. Swiftly, I blinked away tears so I could see what he’d done. “I thought those were hair clips.”
Jackson snorted, moving to my other side, and Nick gathered my hair, separating it into sections.
“No, beautiful. Nipple clamps.” Jackson didn’t waste any more time explaining. He simply tweaked and plucked my other nipple until I begged him to take it in his mouth.
The clamp caught me off guard though I knew it was coming and I cried out at the pain.
“Damn, your tits are pretty.” This time Nick spoke while Jackson soothed my throbbing nipple with his tongue. Nick methodically moved my hair until he placed it on my back. It slid over my shoulder, falling beside me so I could see it. He had braided it. The thoughtful gesture scared me.
Being surrounded. Pleasured by them. Bound to them by some invisible thread. It was suddenly overwhelming.
“This isn’t normal. Let me go,” I yelled.
I heaved against the restraints, terrified by how much I wanted to surrender everything to these men.
Fabric touched my face and everything plunged into darkness. The calming lights disappeared and real panic threatened to overtake me.
“Normal is being true to yourself. Right is finding someone who shares in your desires, your passions.”
My head thrashed at Jackson’s words, their meaning lost in my fear. It drowned out everything else. I caught glimpses of him each time I dislodged the satin covering. Nick grabbed my braid, holding my head still, allowing Jackson to finish tying the blindfold.
“Fuck you both, I told you to let me go!”
“Normal is different to everyone. And my main focus as your Dom is respecting what you need and making sure that comes first no matter what your mouth says.”
“Let…me…go…or—”
“Safeword,” he barked. “If it’s too much for you then you know the word I have to hear. Like the first time, you hold the power here. You always will. So unless I hear those two syllables, I’m going to push you until you think you’re going to break. Because no matter what comes out of your mouth…” He stood up and smeared his fingers through the fluid leaking steadily down my thighs. Then he pushed his slick digits deep inside my core. “I know what you need. So. Anything to say?”
He tugged them almost free and shoved them in deep, igniting every nerve ending inside me. My pussy fluttered around his invasion, so close to orgasm I could taste it. He fucked me with steady thrusts. I couldn’t deny how close I was to going off like the fireworks on the Fourth of July. My pussy made wet sucking noises on his thick digits. He dragged them along the wet clasp of my sex until I was empty. A growl of frustration was my only response when he yanked my head up by my braid.
“Suck them clean so you know exactly how wet you are for me.” He shoved his fingers in my mouth and I groaned at the musky flavor. I licked each of them until all I could taste was him. More treacherous slickness slipped from between the folds of my cunt. It wasn’t the taste that set me off. It was being forced to do what he wanted.
Swiftly he pulled his hand away and dove into my mouth with his tongue. The kiss was the kind you remember your entire life. It was violent in its intensity. He claimed every corner of my mouth while his moist hand fondled my breasts and manipulated my caged nipples in the clamps.
I ripped my mouth away from his so I could yell my safeword. “Please…” slipped out instead.
“Don’t lie to yourself and don’t lie to me.” He kissed me one last time, leaving my lips swollen and tingly. He circled me and I angled my head to follow the sounds.
Plastic being ripped open made the hair on my neck stand up and then the scent of peppermint filled the air. It took all my strength not to cry out as one of the guys held open the lips of my pussy and teased my sex-starved core with the giant candy cane. One of them pushed the thick candy in, breaching my tight opening. My slick walls opened, accepting the invasion one delicious inch at a time. He gave me a small bit more on each thrust, forcing me to accept its width.
I bit my bottom lip.
He fucked the sugary dildo into my tight sheath, shuttling it faster and deeper until I wanted to scream. A firm hand caressed the heated skin of my backside and Nick said, “Your pussy is licking the candy. The colors are mixing. I bet your pussy juice tastes good on it.”
He bent over, his hair ticklin
g my ass, and I tried to tilt up enough to get my clit closer to the candy cane. He groaned as his tongue touched the skin of my stretched pussy and he didn’t stop until he licked up to my ass and shoved his tongue inside.
Several strokes of his tongue filled my ass but all too soon he was gone. A snarl of frustration clawed its way out of my throat. I sucked in air, trying to calm myself. I didn’t beg. Ever. I was supposed to be prim and proper. Vanilla was it for me. My family demanded nothing shy of perfection…
One of them needed to touch my clit. That’s all I needed.
“Jackson, please! I’m going to come…if he…keeps that…up…”
Nick continued his assault on my back entrance. Sensations swirled all around, pushing me closer to something I’d craved for years.
This orgasm would kill me and it’d be worth it. Whimpers escaped past my clenched jaw on each thrust and my clit pulsed with tension, screaming for release.
“Not until I say so, gorgeous.”
“Fuck…me…” It came out kind of garbled and I didn’t know if it was a simple remark or a demand. Nick touched something more solid against my puckered hole, pushing it inside, withdrawing it then thrusting a bit deeper on each subsequent stroke.
“Your ass is so tight. It’s sucking the plug in like it’s coming home.” He slipped the widest point of the plug inside, lighting up the tight ring of muscles in my ass. The sensation of fullness permeated my sex-soaked brain. The flat base and bulbous middle held the plug firmly in place.
Nick continued fucking the candy cane in and out of my sex but the intensity increased. It slid along the thin layer of skin separating the holiday dildo from the plug filling my behind.
“Oh shit! Holy fuck.” Several more choice words fell from my mouth as the plug began to vibrate.
“Remote controlled. You like?” The words were spoken near my ear. Jackson’s voice and scent filled my head.
I strained against the bonds holding me immobile. Sharp exhalations cascaded from my lungs every few seconds. My pelvis twitched on every forceful stroke, straining for what they were offering. I couldn’t go anywhere but that wouldn’t keep me from testing the bindings.
This was what I’d been searching for.
Remarkable time to have a revelation but there it stood, slapping me in the face. A mushroom-cloud-sized epiphany illuminated the dark corner I’d been hiding in inside my head.
I wanted to be forced. The decision completely taken from me. I wanted him to own me, pleasure me. Find every wicked fantasy he’d ever had and use me to fulfill them. Surely that wasn’t what an intelligent woman of the twenty-first century should think.
Panic rushed through me…I was terrified of losing myself in the unfamiliar place.
I opened my mouth. My tongue poised on the roof of my mouth to form the “T” word that would stop everything—
A smooth, velvety-soft cock head brushed across my upper lip.
Jackson.
My panic eased away, arousal taking its place once again. This was what I’d been missing. Nick was still there but it was Jackson I needed. The safeword wasn’t necessary. Just him.
I moaned as he rubbed the shaft of his dick on my cheek and I breathed him in as he touched it to my mouth again, spreading his pre-cum on my lips.
“Open your pretty mouth. Show me how much you want me.”
Without another command, I ran my tongue along my lips, tasted his desire for me, opened my mouth and sucked him in.
Giving head was something I was good at but with Jackson I wanted to be exquisite. His taste filled my mouth and I licked the head, pressing deeper on the ultrasensitive nerves right underneath.
His hand tightened in the hair at the base of my skull and he set the pace. Every few strokes he changed tempo, dragging his shaft along my tongue. Pulling nearly free then shoving it past my lips until it sat poised at the entrance of my throat.
“Months, I’ve ached for this. You—over my bench, sucking my cock. Damn your mouth. It should be registered as a lethal weapon.”
Slurping noises filled my ears. He guided his dick, wet with spit, to the back of my throat, holding it there then sliding out again. I clamped my lips around the thick flesh shafting in and out. The tip of my tongue massaged the head on every outward stroke. A splash of pre-cum hit my taste buds and I moaned, swallowing a part of him inside me.
My staccato breathing punched out on each stroke and Nick matched the candy to Jackson’s thrusts. It felt as if Jackson fucked me from both ends. The buzzing of the vibrating plug in my rear kept changing tones as I locked down on it. My whole body shook. A muffled scream of frustration blew past Jackson’s dick when Nick drew the candy cane free of my sex.
Nick spread my pussy wide for the taking and licked my entire slit. He pushed against the plug, sucked my swollen pussy lips into his mouth and then dipped his tongue into my wet sex several times. His groan of lust got muffled in my core.
“I’m never going to eat another candy cane without thinking of this sweet pussy laid out in front of me.”
One more lick and I was going to come…hard. Stars shot behind the blindfold where I’d squeezed my eyelids tight.
Instead Jackson said, “Release her.”
Jackson took his cock from my mouth. I’d never been so empty. Tiny clinks of metal on metal registered in my foggy brain. They removed my cuffs. I faintly noticed them unwinding the lights from my arms, but above all of it, I begged.
“Please, please, please…” I didn’t know what I begged for. Didn’t know which one of them I spoke to, but the flow of words wouldn’t stop. Over and over, I begged until the world spun as they lifted me. I clung to the naked man who picked me up.
He laid me gently on the bed, tugged off the blindfold and I rapidly blinked until Jackson’s beautiful face swam into view. The soft glow of Christmas lights illuminated everything. Shards of light streamed from them as my eyelids fell closed from the sheer rapture running through me. Jackson nudged his fat cock head into the entrance of my empty sex.
He’d donned a condom at some point and his latex-covered dick slid inside in one heavy thrust. “Fuck, Skye. Open your eyes and watch me. This pussy is mine. It’s been mine since the last time I took you. It belongs to me now.”
He supported my head as his immense cock retreated and then sank inside my hot sheath. “You were made for me. The way you submit. Your pleasure. You need the pain with it. Damn, I’m never going to get enough of you.”
“Oh God, Jackson…” My ankles were tucked underneath his ass, urging him on. “Please let me come. I’m begging you…please let me come.”
He barely tilted his hips, hitting some magical sweet spot deep inside my core and then the buzzing in my ass started up again.
“I can’t take it…”
He tossed the remote beside me and trapped my swollen clit between two fingers. “Come for me, Skye. Come for…me.”
A low moan rippled through my belly and shattered into pure ecstasy. My orgasm tore through me.
Jackson pushed his cock through my clenching flesh and pinned my arms above my head. “Again.”
He removed one of the nipple clamps and I screamed, thrashing around, trying to escape the delicious orgasm that bowled me over. Blood rushed to the swollen tip before he sucked it into the hot recesses of his mouth. He soothed it, laving it with his tongue as he fucked me with driving strokes. The orgasm only gained intensity with each thrust.
“One more, baby, you’ve got one more in you. I’ll come with you this time.” He shifted his weight, triggering the involuntary bucking of my hips as he continued his assault on my slick channel. “Now, Skye! Come!”
He released the other clamp and shoved his cock in so deep he reached clear through to my soul. My mouth opened on a silent scream and my muscles clamped down on his dick so hard every hot ridge and vein branded my pussy.
His satisfied roar filled my ears a second before his mouth descended on my lips. I bowed off the bed and he thrust h
is tongue inside my mouth. His hips drilled into mine. His cock twitched inside my swollen pussy and the scent of peppermint filled my nose again.
He sucked my tongue inside. We mingled, explored, tasting each other, and at some point he released my hands. I touched his face, his jaw, the muscles of his back and shoulders. I couldn’t feel him enough.
The buzzing stopped abruptly, setting off another moan, and shivers racked my upper torso.
“I’m dying…” My hoarse whisper was followed by Jackson’s satisfied male chuckle.
“They don’t call it the little death for nothing.”
“I… Then you…”
Jackson withdrew from my slippery core. I tightened all around him, trying to keep him inside. He got up and padded to the bathroom. Then leaned over my lax body a couple minutes later with a warm cloth.
He gently cleaned between my legs and I told myself I should be embarrassed. Nothing but arousal filled my veins.
“Roll, beautiful.” Instead of waiting for me to comply, he moved me onto my side. I didn’t understand until his fingers grabbed the base of the plug still deeply lodged in my rear. “Slow and steady.”
After several minutes, my muscles relaxed enough and Jackson gently eased the plug out. Both of us groaned. It finally came free, slipping from my hole.
“Damn, the sight of your ass, spread open, makes me want to start all over again.”
Instead he kissed my hip and got out of bed.
He turned on the sink in the other room, allowing me to float in my post-orgasmic state. This was what afterglow was supposed to feel like. Not the ho-hum feeling I’d always had.
How could something so beautiful be wrong?
Satisfaction settled inside me, lulling me to sleep in mere minutes. It normally took me hours to let go. Talk about an evening of revelations, and I decided not to tackle any of them tonight.
Jackson crawled into bed, jolting me awake. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to wake you. Come here.” He maneuvered my limp body under the covers until I was draped over his chest, my head pillowed on his shoulder. “I’m glad I found you.” He could probably feel me smiling against his chest. A little giddy flutter went through my abdomen.
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