by Zoey Marcel
“We're willing to share you with our uncle, too,” Travis added.
Jake held up a hand. “But only in a polyandrous sense. No wild group sex with him in the room. Understand, pet?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You don't look too happy about that part,” Virgil noted. “I thought you had feelings for Hugh.”
“I do, but he said he won't share me with you. That's why he's leaving after Black Dragon gets caught,” she explained in a somber hush.
“Thank God.” The victory melted from Jake's expression when the others gave him “What the heck, dude” glances. His attention drifted to Kayla, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry. I meant it's a damned shame.”
Keith looked down at her again. “You know we have to punish you for leaving us without saying anything, don't you?”
“I left a note.”
“That's not good enough, darlin',” Travis said. “If you ever try to say goodbye again, we want you to do it in person so we can stop you.”
“And beat your ass for it,” Jake chimed in. “And then fuck you good and hard up that ass so you never forget who you belong to.”
Travis snickered. “I meant we'd hold her and tell her how much we love her.”
“Oh.” A sheepish grin took dominion over Jake's face. “Same thing.”
Virgil chuckled.
Keith's hard stare warmed and scolded her. “You put yourself in danger, sub. We won't stand for that.”
“I know.”
“Stand up and take your clothes off.”
The words were music to her ears. Take her clothes off and be rolled around until she'd been properly laid? Yes, please. She could weep and pretend it was a punishment so they didn't actually discipline her instead. Like they wouldn't see past that little charade.
She followed his orders, standing naked in front of them. They were still clothed, awkward. Still, it was rather hot, too.
“Has anyone ever used cinnamon oil on you, cricket?” Travis asked as Jake moved some supplies to the coffee table.
“No, Sir. Will it feel hot?”
“Very hot,” Jake said absently, dipping a Q-tip into a bowl of liquid. “It's gonna create a nice burning sensation.”
The description intrigued her.
“It's been known to cause blisters and leave nasty burns behind,” Jake continued, facing her with an evil grin. He made a summoning motion with a hooked finger and wiggled it from her to him and back. “Come here, little subbie.”
Her eyes bugged out. “Uh...”
Travis rolled his eyes and shook his head with a comforting smile. “It's not gonna do any of those awful things he said, because we diluted the cinnamon oil by a ton. You'll be fine, girl.”
She let out a nervous breath, feeling consoled. “Thank you, Sir.”
Jake winked at her and blew her a kiss. “But I meant the other thing I said. Get over here, sub.”
She approached him with her head bowed, though she was mighty tempted to let her eyes wander to see all the things he had spread out. Was that a wooden spoon on the table behind the bowl? He dabbed a bit of the diluted cinnamon oil onto her wrist, testing the heat.
“All right?” Jake asked, looking pleased when she nodded. “Assume the seal position.”
She refrained from smirking. “The what, Sir?”
“The seal position. You know, like seals in the wild, dragging their flippers.”
Keith snickered. “This isn't grade school, Jake.”
Jake brushed the others off. “I like animal positions. Keeps things interesting. Why are you still standing, Kayla?”
She lowered to the carpet, supported by her hands with her legs stretched out behind her and her back angled. “I'm not, Sir.”
His dark eyes narrowed, but his lips quirked to the side at her snark. He sat on his knees next to her with the wooden spoon in hand. She flinched when he swatted her with the spoon. The minor strike warmed her. The next series of touches with the kitchen tool were mere taps and pats on her buttocks as he slowly quickened his rhythm.
What started as delicious soon turned into a mild bite as he spanked her with the wooden spoon. If she'd had to guess what the tool felt like before he'd used it on her, she'd have figured it would have a thuddy feel to it like a paddle. And she'd have been wrong. The lighter smacks weren't really stings either, but more like bites on her skin, though not severe. The harder spanks acquired a certain sting to the bite that warmed the flesh they touched. The heat blooming on her bottom wasn't fire as with objects that delivered heavier force. This was more an invigorating warmth, not unlike the feeling of cheeks thawing out after having been outside on a cold winter day.
“Assume the crab, sub,” Jake didn't budge as he waited for her to follow orders.
Kayla bit back a giggle as she flipped over on all fours with her face and belly facing the ceiling. “Like this, Sir?”
“Just like that, pet.”
Virgil sounded amused. “That's not an actual BDSM position is it?”
Travis snorted, sounding equally entertained. “No.”
“More like a throwback to elementary school P.E.,” Keith joked.
“There are multiple Q-tips, so get your mocking butts over here or she's all mine,” Jake said.
Kayla watched them gather round. Virgil and Travis each took a Q-tip, dipped the cotton ends in the bowl of liquid, and then applied the damp swabs to her nipples and areolas. The subtle warmth soon became noticeable heat. The spicy aroma of cinnamon was tantalizing and had her craving apple crisp.
Jake smeared some diluted cinnamon oil onto her inner thigh with a Q-tip. “Let us know if it's too much on your nipples and we'll dilute it more.”
“Yes, Sir.”
She gasped when her inner thighs warmed, making her pussy flow with moisture in response. Even more seductive was the growing heat on her nipples. The buds became erect, and the oil evoked a burning sensation that was pain and pleasure at once.
“Too much?” Travis asked.
“No, Sir. It feels good, and it kind of sucks, too.”
He grinned, and the other guys laughed.
“That's my cue.” Keith got between her legs. “You boys know you can and should spank her so she knows she's being punished?”
Travis and Virgil exchanged mischievous looks, and each slapped the breast nearest them. Kayla cried out and bucked, whimpering when they held her still. Although a penalty, she wasn't scared, and burning aside, her nipples seemed to thrill at the spicy fire that licked them into a crazed state of desire.
“Be careful not to get that shit in your eyes,” Jake said. “Wear gloves if you have to.”
“I'll be careful,” Virgil promised, joining Travis in massaging Kayla's breasts. They avoided her nipples. Once the heat melted into her warm flesh they were at it again, swatting her boobs. The warmth from the titty-spanking spread and met with her nipples, igniting a hotter fire.
Her thighs felt ablaze, and she gaped as Keith coated her bare labia in the cinnamon oil. He used a thin layer, just enough to warm her outer flesh, but fortunately avoiding her clit. He moved aside and grabbed another wooden spoon from off the table.
“I feel like I'm a cookie or something and you guys are baking me,” she remarked.
Travis rubbed her nape with a loving smile, and Virgil blew her a sweet kiss.
Her mons started to heat. Something about the scent of cinnamon floating on the air and the warming oil sizzling on her labia caused the heat in her pussy to turn molten. Her mound grew hotter, and her cunt seeped with arousal, searing her with depraved urges.
She yelped when Jake swatted her thigh with the wooden spoon.
“Did that feel good, sub?” he taunted.
She glared at him playfully. “Yes, Sir.”
He frowned in jest. “Then I did it wrong.”
He smacked her thigh again before Keith took a slap with the spoon at her smooth pussy. The nipping hits unleashed a hotter fire in the oil, intensifying the burning sensation.
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br /> Travis and Virgil alternated slapping and massaging her breasts, driving her tingling nipples crazy as cinnamon fire licked at them like a spicy dragon.
Keith and Jake utilized the naughty wooden spoons on her thighs and naked cunt, bringing her fiery, delicious pain she wanted to run from … melt into.
She choked on a horny outcry when a long, thick finger pushed into her vagina.
Jake's smoldering brown eyes seared her into ecstasy. “You feel so hot and wet in here. You want to come, baby?”
“Yes, please ... Sir.”
Keith tickled her clitoris before moving his hand and slapping her pussy with the spoon. She cried out, moaning when the stinging bite turned into a wildfire of pleasure.
“I think she should get off on the pain,” he said in a husky voice. “Do you want to be spanked into orgasm, sub?”
“Yes!”
They laughed.
“We're right here, girl.” Travis pushed the hair back from her face with a caring grin. “No need to shout.”
“Sorry, Sir.” She clenched her jaw, tensing. “It burns.”
“You want us to clean it off?” Jake asked.
“Not yet. It's making me horny.” She blushed at their wicked grins, realizing how animalistic she sounded.
The spankings resumed, causing the fire to burn hotter on her skin and in her cunt. The searing ache within deepened. Liquid cinnamon scalded her, but she knew they wouldn't let it damage her. Lust scorched her veins and pussy. Her arms shook from exertion as they supported her body.
“Please. Please let me come.”
“I'm not stopping you, slave,” Keith told her.
The word meshed with the sudden slap on her abused pussy, and fire raced through her, burning up everything in its path.
“Oh God, you're killing me!” she screamed and climaxed, body shaking as her arms wobbled like a castle made of toothpicks. The orgasm was relatively small, but the glowing coals simmering above and within escalated the pleasure into a nirvana that may as well have been a full-blown finale.
Kayla's arms gave out beneath her, and she collapsed on her back, gasping and pleading for the air that teased her lungs without satisfying their basic needs.
Virgil played with her hair. “Holy moly.”
“Deep breaths, baby,” Jake said, petting her outer thigh and avoiding the minefield of oil that graced her inner thigh.
“Let's get this washed off her,” Travis suggested. “You'll have to use milk or yogurt first, darlin'. Soap and water won't cut it with this stuff. Just don't get it on your lady bits or in your eyes.”
“I'll help her,” Virgil offered, guiding Kayla to her feet. He grinned when Keith handed him a container of plain yogurt. “Thanks.”
Kayla shook her head, giggling breathlessly. “Oh, wow. Just add granola and berries and I'll be a parfait.”
Virgil chuckled and kissed her head. “I'll make you a nice yogurt bra and panties.”
“How sweet of you.”
Travis took her other hand. “I'll help you.”
“Wash her off real good afterward,” Jake advised with a teasing half smile. “I don't want enzymes walking up and down my penis.”
****
Kayla followed Travis and Virgil back into the living room when they had her cooled and cleaned off. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw that both Jake and Keith were naked in the living room waiting for her.
“Who do I get to be with first?” she asked.
“All of us,” Keith replied, lusty eyes sweeping all over her undressed body.
Her pussy flooded and squeezed. “All of you?”
“That's right, sweet thing.” Virgil kissed the top of her left hand.
“How?” she squeaked, trembling beneath the endearing kiss and the intimate way they all stared at her.
“One in each hole and some poor bastard getting just a hand job,” Jake joked. “I'm just kidding, baby. Your hands are wonderful.”
“I'll be in her hand,” Travis decided. “I love feeling your soft hands on my cock, darlin'.”
Her eyes closed when he kissed her forehead. God, she was so ready for this. They hadn't had a ménage before either, but still, what if she somehow disappointed them or couldn't keep up? They just had her to worry about. She had to find some way to please all four of them at once and somehow try to relax and soak in the pleasure? Yeah, right. She was shy little Kayla Sanders, not freakin' Wonder Woman.
“This all sounds really hot and exciting, but I'm nervous.” Her pulse pattered in her neck, gentle yet so dang erratic she was surprised they didn't see it throbbing under her skin like a parasitic alien life form.
“This is new to all of us. We'll help each other through it,” Travis reassured her.
She succumbed to a soft little moan when his smooth, manly lips enclosed over hers and massaged them open. The kiss made her lightheaded in the most divine of ways. He pulled back and let Virgil have a go at her. His gentle kiss was equally dreamy as he tongued and explored her in a slow, thorough sweep.
He passed her to Jake, whose hot, silky tongue penetrated her deeper still. The dark cowboy made it a point to cram his exposed erection up against her person, basking her in forbidden heat and masculine hardness.
Keith enfolded her in his arms once Jake was done with her. Her damaged cowboy, her unspoken Master sucked and nibbled her lips, groaning with pleasure when she sucked and pulled on his lower lip. She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth, gasping when he crushed her body against his and speared his tongue into her mouth. His velvety cock smashed stiff and insistent against her tummy, twitching in response to her whimpering little sounds.
They sipped at each other's tongues, his slick muscle sliding over her soft wetness as they made love to the other person's mouth. Jake cleared his throat, and Kayla broke the kiss with a coy smile, surprised Keith let her end it before he was ready.
Jake tossed her a playful wink. “You've got other mouths to feed, pet.”
She walked into his arms, taking hold of Travis's cock and Virgil's when they stood near her. Her men surrounded her. Where was Keith? Oh God. He was probably bored. She was kissing Jake and trying to grope Travis and Virgil at once through their open flies. What about poor Keith?
Lips kissed her pussy, making her breath catch. She pulled away from Jake, becoming even more stressed when she saw Keith covering her mons in kisses while his poor cock just stood at attention without receiving any. Oh, this was awful. He would be bored for sure if she didn't find some way to please him at the same time as the others.
“You're thinking too much, cricket,” Travis told her. “Just relax and enjoy it.”
“Keith, don't kiss me down there. I'm already getting kissed, and everybody else is getting touched. Just shove your stick up my vagina or butt and drive. I can please three men at once. They taught me how to grope two cocks at once, but I can't do three, so you're going to have to just use my body to get off.”
Their eyes all narrowed, making her shrink back beneath their reprimanding glares. There was nowhere she could run, though. Virgil and Travis blocked her line of retreat, and Jake and Keith surrounded her as well.
“Fucking what?” Jake growled.
Travis sighed, expression sad. “You're over-thinking it, darlin'.”
“We're not them, Kayla,” Virgil said. “We have no intention of using you. We want to make love to you. There’s a difference.”
Keith stood and gripped her jaw tightly, eyes dangerous and threatening. “Do you think we want you to use some goddamned formula when you come to bed with us? Nervousness is natural. Stressing yourself sick isn't. Don't worry about your performance or whether or not we even climax. We don't want to fuck a robot or to have you follow some carbon copy mechanics you used on other men. Whatever you're feeling inside when we come together, let it out—joy, passion, anger, sorrow. Scream, cry, swear—do whatever you've got to do, but don't rehearse it or worry about whether or not it will be perfect. If you make love
to us with your whole heart, then it will be.”
Kayla's eyes watered as she gave him a heartfelt smile. “Thank you. That means a lot.”
“Well, you mean a lot to us,” Keith said in a calmer tone.
“I'm sorry. I don't mean to freak out, but don't you guys ever worry about your performance?”
Jake shrugged with a sly smile. “Why should I when I've got the biggest dick here?”
Travis rolled his eyes, and Keith scowled. “You wish.”
She shook her head, biting her lower lip. “You guys have never disappointed me, but don't you ever freak out? What happens if there's ever a time I'm tired and don't want to have sex with you guys that night? Will you take it personal?”
Jake's eyes were mocking and hard like a drunk man almost, amused and dangerous. “You can say what you want to, sub, but the truth is we can have you naked and desperate for our touches anytime we want.”
Her jaw dropped at the living personification of male arrogance as he hoisted her into his arms and laid her on the couch beneath him. The impact of the dipping cushion and his nudity crushing against hers chased away any rebuttal. Her heart beat too erratically for speech.
The heat of his breath caressed her face, warm and constant. The clean male scent of him filled her nostrils. His natural masculinity with the subtle undertones of musky cologne and hard, hot man wafted into her senses dizzying her ability to reason.
He briefly pecked her lips, breathing into her nostrils as though his breath were sustaining her life. In this breathless moment it probably was.
“You’re ours, Kayla,” Jake murmured.
He ravaged her mouth with overwhelming vigor. The way their tongues entwined and stroked was a force to be reckoned with, but the emotions that accompanied the kiss took things to a whole other level. This wasn't hunger in his kiss, it was starvation. It wasn't the beckoning of an infatuated man. It was the cry of a madman. The kiss exuded anger, a lust that absolutely dominated him and drove him to act this way. Soul-piercing sorrow and blazing jealousy—all of it smote her in the maddening union of their mouths. She craved it, feared it. The contact made her ache, tremble.
“Quit hogging her, Jake,” Travis told him.
Jake gave Kayla a kiss on her forehead before getting off of her. She was surprised to see a full-length mirror had been brought into the center of the room while Jake had been ravaging her mouth.