“I’m glad you did too.”
We were quiet for a few minutes and I wanted to set the record straight on something but I didn’t know how to approach it.
“I can hear you thinking.”
“What are you? A mind reader?”
He chuckled, absentmindedly stroking my biceps. “I know you have something to say.”
“I don’t know how this works. This D/s…thing. Am I supposed to be quiet or yip like a dog and ask for permission for stuff?”
He threw his head back against the pillow. His full baritone laugh filled the room. It bounced around us, making me think of a secluded cave with only the two of us to occupy it.
“Every relationship is different. Each D/s relationship is too. It’s another layer added into the scheme of things, nothing more. I told you the truth before, about wanting to own you, but this kind of relationship takes time to establish. I’m not going anywhere.”
While I tried to process everything his statement implied, I realized Nick was gone. And that was okay. “Having sex with Nick after tonight… It’s not fair to Jenna. She wants him, even though she keeps telling him no. I don’t want to hurt her.”
He gently brushed hair from my face. “Your pretty pussy is mine. At least tonight. I like sharing, I’m not gonna lie. There’s something about seeing another guy take you. Fuck you. Make you scream and I can watch every nuance of your pleasure. It’s something I need. But he wants Jenna. There hasn’t been another woman for him in a while. Until she finally says yes, fucking you in the ass is as far as he’s willing to go. Doesn’t mean in the future it couldn’t change…”
A sigh of relief whispered past my lips and I kissed his skin and snuggled close. I’d expected something different. The treatment I’d received from the…gentlemen…my family approved of couldn’t have been any further from this conversation. Jackson understood my fears about hurting Jenna and he spoke honestly about wanting something more than one night. I chewed on my lips, trying to grow a backbone.
“I took your shirt when I left that night.” I blurted it out and then cringed.
“Huh?”
I peeked up at him, feeling foolish. “In your apartment that night. There was a t-shirt on the dresser. I, umm…stole it. I wear it for pajamas but it doesn’t smell like you anymore.”
“You little klepto.” He gave me a quick kiss. “I’ve got the belt from your coat tied on the headboard of my bed.”
“You kept it?” The weirdest sense of falling overcame me.
“It was all I had of yours.” He stroked my cheek and I settled against him, wondering if this could be real.
“This is nice,” I said a few quiet minutes later.
“You sound surprised.”
“No, well, yes. I guess I am. The guys I’ve been with haven’t had a clue what to do with me.”
“Because none of them were me.” There was arrogance and there was self-confidence. Damn if he didn’t wear both of them well.
“I’ve never done anything like this and don’t have a clue what I’m doing. Should I leave or stay? Is this a one-time thing and tomorrow there’s going to be some see-you-sometime note on the pillow and skid marks to the door?”
“If I remember correctly, you’re the one who hightailed it last time.” He stared underneath his lashes and wrapped his arm around me a little tighter. “Maybe I should break the cuffs back out and chain you to the bed. Hmm. I’m liking this idea more and more.”
He rolled on top of me and insinuated himself between my thighs. He pinned my arms above my head, sipping at my lips. Tasting me. Learning me.
“I shouldn’t like it when you do that.”
His hard cock rubbed deliciously over my sensitive clit, throwing my arousal into high gear. “What, make you horny again?”
“Dominate me.” The words hung out there in silence but he never stopped thrusting against the top of my mound.
He never said anything but he didn’t need to.
“I’m not going anywhere. Not if you keep doing that,” I admitted. Our hips found a rhythm and we pumped our bodies together, finding pleasure in the simple act of touching.
“Look up, Skye.”
I glanced above the bed. “Mistletoe? Hmm…let me guess. You want a Christmas kiss?” I gave him a peck on the mouth and settled back on the bed.
“Not exactly, gorgeous.” He straddled my waist and prowled forward until his knees dug into the bed underneath my arms. He kept my wrists pinned to the mattress and angled the head of his shaft against my lips. “My room. My rules. Three guesses where I want my kiss, and the first two don’t count.”
I wanted to give him some smart-ass answer but moaned instead. He was so beautiful on his knees above me. The impulse to paint him washed over me, my fingers twitching against his knuckles. He pushed past my lips and sank inside. His musky flavor filled my mouth. At first he pumped shallowly, and then deeper until he stole my ability to breathe.
I’d been wanting this for so long. For a man to take control. To make me so horny I’d do anything because we both wanted it. My pussy was so juicy I could hear it as I rubbed my thighs together. It wasn’t dirty or wrong like my parents made it sound.
“Don’t think I’m oblivious to what you’re doing with that cunt. I’ve got a thigh spreader with your name on it if you don’t behave.”
The door opened and I froze. Wanted to grab the covers, anything, but a two-hundred-twenty-pound sex god steadily fucking my mouth made that impossible.
“Well, you’ll both be glad to know it is officially midnight. Christmas is here. Ho, ho, I’m horny and ready for round two.” Nick made his way across the room. From the corner of my eye, I watched him strip off his clothes. He was naked and hard by the time he made it to the bed. “I’ve got this uncanny craving for peppermint.”
He disappeared behind Jackson and I couldn’t see him but I sure didn’t miss him pushing my thighs wide. I groaned, vibrating Jackson’s cock. Nick sucked my clit, flicked it with his tongue. I jerked my hips when he slid a finger into my soaked channel.
“Merry Christmas.” Jackson spoke this time. I glanced up at his face. He shifted my wrists to one hand and grabbed my neck with the other.
His thrusts grew deeper still. His ass and thighs brushed against the tight tips of my breasts on every stroke. Both men surrounded me and I didn’t want them to stop.
A muffled curse broke the silence but I didn’t know who it came from.
“Damn, your pussy tastes good. You’re gonna suck my cock dry after I make you come.” Nick punctuated his statement by adding two more thick digits to my slick sex.
The grip on my neck increased along with Jackson’s strokes in my mouth. “Do you want to come? So you can suck his dick?”
My mumbled agreement filled the dark area around us and Nick sucked my clit between his teeth and bit down.
The orgasm ripped through me, releasing my mind and body simultaneously. My fingers clenched over and over, glancing off Jackson’s big hand. Nick must have reached up because hot fingers pinched my nipples back and forth, shooting tendrils of bliss straight to my core. My pussy sucked his fingers back each time he retreated.
“Fuck, you’re sexy. I like making you scream,” Nick praised. “I’m not coming on the damn sheets. I want your mouth.”
Immediately Jackson shifted to the side and hauled me up on my knees. He knelt behind me, tight against my back, and knocked my knees wide as Nick worked his long pole through his tight fist.
Jackson grabbed handfuls of my tits and fit the head of his condom-covered shaft to my pussy and thrust up high.
He stretched the lips of my sex and I whimpered, “Fuck, you’re thick.”
“Anyone ever tell you, you say the nicest things?” He pumped inside my snug channel, stretching me past the point of pain, and I loved it. I clutched the back of his hands, holding them tight to my breasts while he powered into me.
Nick abruptly stood up in the middle of the bed.
“Suck him,” Jackson ordered.
Jackson captured my elbows and tugged them behind my back. Nick jerked me to him by the hair. Both actions pitched me off balance and I opened my mouth to shriek. Nick stuffed his hard-on into my mouth and I accidentally scraped him with my teeth. He growled in pleasure, multiplying my own.
Jackson tugged me on and off his cock by his tight hold on my upper arms.
They held me up, suspended between them, and I lost myself. The woman I thought I was. The person I’d grown up being told I had to be disappeared—they fucked her out of me. I turned myself over to them.
In that moment it didn’t matter what I was supposed to want. My last name meant nothing. The future my parents had planned for me dissolved. I willingly gave myself over to the two men possessing me. I couldn’t deny myself any longer. Submitting to them set me free. Inside their control I finally found what I’d been looking for…me.
Jackson crossed my wrists at the small of my back and transferred them to one tight fist. He slapped my ass, squeezed it for a second and then smacked it again. I sucked harder on Nick’s cock, licking the pre-cum from the tip as it passed over my tongue. His taste was addictive. A bit salty and his flavor…all male. I groaned on each dual thrust and tried to remember to breathe when every coiled muscle in my body waited for something indescribable.
Jackson gathered cream from around his thick cock, moving wetness back to my rear hole. “Your mouth got damn tight. I wanted to fuck your tits but shit… I’m not…gonna last.”
A mini-orgasm rocked through me. Jackson breached my ass with his thumb. Being surrounded by these men, used by them… They were the hottest thing I’d ever experienced and I couldn’t imagine ever going back to vanilla.
“Are you gonna come again while we fuck you? Come on my cock. Give it to me,” Jackson commanded.
My pussy locked down at his command, trapping him mid-thrust. Rapturous sensation swirled through my veins, igniting another orgasm. Pleasure like this shouldn’t exist. He ruined me for everything and everyone else. Vanilla would never again be enough. He made me want to throw out the rulebook and make our own.
A dark growl erupted behind me. Jackson shoved his cock in deep. The condom he wore couldn’t mask the spurts of semen shooting inside me, filling my greedy sex.
My teeth scraped along the length of Nick’s dick. He fed it to me one delicious inch at a time and the primal taste of his cum coated my taste buds. His shout of completion said it all.
I sucked and swallowed him down, panting through my orgasm as it peaked. The tension ebbed from all of us and we collapsed in a heap on the bed. Heavy breathing filled our little dungeon and they stroked my quivering flesh.
Jackson disposed of the condom and then wrapped me in his arms, tucking my naked backside tight to his groin.
A happy giggle escaped from between my lips when I noticed Nick lying right below the mistletoe. “I bet I’m on the naughty list for the first time.”
Something dark and carnal passed between my lovers.
Nick wrapped my hand around his balls while Jackson grabbed another condom.
I arched between them. Jackson palmed one of my breasts and ran his teeth up the column of my neck. Arousal pulsed between my thighs and I shivered when Jackson pinched the sensitive tip of my nipple.
“The naughty list is the only one to be on. Let’s get a head start on next year.”
About Jennifer Kacey
I’m going to just jump right in and get the easy stuff out of the way up-front. I’m a wife, mother and business owner in Texas with a penchant for high heels and pretty outrageous toenail polish. I have a very supportive family that I love unconditionally and am fortunate enough to genuinely like and respect them as well.
I started reading romance back in college, liked it so-so, and then I found erotica. Stories a bit on the dark side, a lot on the naughty side, and at the risk of sounding cheesy, it felt like coming home. Finding a genre made just for minds like mine was an amazing revelation, and I swear the characters in my head haven’t stopped hounding me since!
I hope my writing speaks for itself, and I hope it speaks to you. The fact that I have the opportunity to share a little piece of myself with you absolutely floors me. On a daily basis I am overwhelmed by the good fortune that is my life, and I vowed years ago never to take it for granted.
Best advice I’ve ever been given—find the real you and never settle for anything less. Well guess what? I found her! Lord help the rest of you.
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