She obeyed, quelling the urge to gag, and swallowed around him, loving the way the muscles in her throat caressed and squeezed around him.
Then he was pulling back, and she couldn’t have that. She sucked hard, trying to follow him, but he laughed and plunged back inside.
The wet choking sounds she made earned her praise. His hands gripped her hair hard, pulling, but she didn’t care, he couldn’t be gentle, and that was what she wanted, him letting go, him stroking deep, his thighs thickening, trembling with the effort to control the strength and depth of his strokes.
A stinging flick touched her buttocks, and her teeth bit into her lips, closing hard around Joe’s cock.
“Logan! Fuck!” Joe said and drew his cock slowly from her mouth.
Sarah twisted her jaw side to side to ease the ache, and then lifted her head.
Joe’s gaze was thoughtful, his grin a little rueful as he fisted himself and slowly stroked his fist toward his groin.
She couldn’t help smiling as he soothed himself.
The straps holding the butterfly in place loosened, and the device fell away. Fingers slipped inside her, and she tightened her inner muscles around them, gripping them as hard as she could.
“I know. You’ve been very good,” Logan purred. “Joe, do you mind?”
Joe’s face tightened, but he nodded sharply, and the kneeler creaked as Logan lowered himself behind her and snuggled his thighs up behind hers. His cock prodded her opening, and she sucked air between her teeth.
A tap to her cheek, and she opened her eyes to meet Joe’s gaze. “Don’t come until I say so, or you’ll only get this once.”
Once would be enough. She licked her lips and looked at the fierce erection he still stroked within his fist.
God, she wanted Logan’s then Joe’s cock. As many times as they’d give it to her. She held that thought as Logan chuckled behind her then thrust sharply inside her body.
Her back bowed, and her arms pulled hard against the restraints, but again they wouldn’t give. She took his firm strokes, wishing she could sink to the floor and let him rock her world as she ground her nipples in the carpet.
Which brought her back to the tweezers still clasping hers tightly. Joe tugged the chain between them, then reached to one set of tweezers and increased the pinch, and then did the same to the other. Painful throbbing in her breasts and ass was almost enough to slow the rise of her orgasm, which cramped her belly it was so strong.
She drew back her head. “Joe, please,” she begged. “I can’t…it’s too much…please, please.”
He bent, and his mouth covered hers. She nearly wept at having her mouth filled with his tongue while both her ass and pussy burned.
Logan’s thrusts quickened, his hands gripped her stinging buttocks. Then he pulled all the way out, leaving her on the edge.
Joe’s mouth lapped hers, his tongue sweetly stroking hers and withdrawing. When he leaned back, she felt abandoned. “No,” she said and tried to follow.
He knelt beside her, undid the buckles at one wrist then the other, and then unsnapped the hooks that held her thighs open.
He helped her up, and she slumped against his body.
“Get the doors,” he said to Logan then bent and swept her into his arms.
They trailed Logan through the house, down a darkened corridor and into a bedroom. Low wattage lamps flanked the king-sized bed. A soft, satiny comforter in deep brown met her back as Joe lowered her to the mattress.
Joe followed her down, wrapping his arms around her as he lay beside her. The bed dipped behind her, but she didn’t care what Logan was doing because Joe was kissing her again, and she was starved for the taste of him.
Her thigh was lifted and draped over Joe’s hip.
A hand slid over her ass and tugged at the plug, still lodged firmly inside her. She moaned into Joe’s mouth as it was removed.
Something warm and wet smoothed over her. A light floral scent accompanying efficient wipes as she was cleaned. Then another cloth stroked deeper between her legs, scrubbing between her legs to cleanse her labia, and she knew what was coming next and moaned again.
Joe broke the kiss. His forehead touched hers. “I want you to straddle Logan’s face.”
Sarah sucked his bottom lip between hers, bit him gently, and let go. “No. Fuck me, just like this,” she said, rutting her belly against his hard cock.
“I want your pussy on his lips,” he said slowly. “I want you to suck his cock until he comes.”
“And Eskimos want an excuse to use sunscreen. I want this,” she said, sliding her hand between them and down his belly to his dick, which she clasped inside her fist. At his unyielding stare, she frowned. “What about you?”
Joe’s smile stretched slowly, wickedly across his lips. “I think you know.”
“But you’re huge!” she said, measuring him with her fingers.
“Not huge. But it will be tight, so you have to hold steady above Logan.”
She pushed his chest, but he held her easily against him. His fingers bit into her waist.
Her fingers curled, digging into his chest. “I ache Joe. No more goddamn games. I can’t do this. Just please fuck me…one at time, if you like.”
“Sweetheart, we’ll get to that…eventually. You don’t think we’ll be done with you after this, do you?” His cheek rubbed hers. “We have time. With two of us pleasuring your sweet body, we have plenty of stamina to give you what you need.”
“Jesus,” she whispered, rubbing her face against him, and then sighing as he blew into her ear.
“You’ll be praying to the whole trinity before we’re through,” he whispered. “So, hold that thought. Or do you want us to take the choice of compliance away from you? Do you need the leather and the buckles?”
She shook her head. “I want to move.”
“Thought so. Do it, now, Sarah. Give Logan your cunt.”
Sarah pressed her forehead against his shoulder, and his arms squeezed her to give her a reassuring hug. She could do this without shattering like glass. Sure, I can.
She raised to her knees, waiting while Logan rearranged himself, his head toward the foot of the bed, his legs splayed.
When she checked his expression, his eyes seemed slumberous, his features relaxed. If his cock wasn’t perpendicular to his body she’d have thought he wasn’t that into her.
He patted her thigh. “Come over me.”
“This is embarrassing.”
“Really? How can it be worse than being tied to the kneeler with her your ass in the air and a plum peeking from your pussy?”
She growled low in her throat. “Not helping…”
His smile was pure, wicked sin. “You have a pretty ass and an even prettier pussy. Plum becomes you.”
A gust of laughter caught her by surprise. “Dammit, are you always such an asshole?”
“Only when I meet someone worthy of the effort.”
She gave him a mock frown. “Will you let me come this time?”
“Only when Joe says so,” he said, smiling. “I know he’s not too happy about my mouth and cock being anywhere near you at the moment, and he’s getting more territorial by the minute.”
“Shut up, Logan,” Joe snarled.
Sarah’s body nearly melted at his angry growl. “But this was his idea, right?”
Logan snorted. “We conspired.”
She arched a brow. “You just helping out a buddy?”
He nodded. “What are friends for?”
“Do this often?”
“Only when needed.”
She grunted. “Ever do it with him before?”
Logan’s glance met Joe’s, and Joe’s eyes narrowed to fierce slits. “Best not to talk about the old days. It might give you ideas. And we both know how impulsive you can be.”
Sarah wrinkled her nose. “You make me sound like an unruly child.”
“You’re no child. I can tell,” he said, sliding a hand between her legs and fondlin
g her sex.
“Every girl’s got one of those.”
“Not every girl gets wet when her ass is stung with a whip. Not every girl creams when her man instructs her.”
Sarah glared. “I haven’t exactly been obedient.”
His eyes narrowed as he continued fingering her. “But you creamed at the tone of his voice, didn’t you?”
Sarah didn’t answer. She didn’t have to—his fingers were swirling in the proof.
“You cream because you know the fight’s just begun, and that turns you on. You see, Joe likes your rebellious nature. He likes to see how far he can push—how much you’re willing to take before your sensual nature forces you to surrender. Surrender’s sweet, chica.”
Sarah pushed his hand from her pussy. “What do you get out of this? Besides the sex?”
His eyes got sleepier looking, his smile softer. “You’re stalling. Slide that sweet pussy over my face.”
“Need a pillow?” Joe asked, his voice sounding garbled.
“Yeah.” Logan grabbed the one Joe slung his way then settled his head on top of it and patted his chest. “Any time you’re ready, sweetheart.”
Sarah drew a deep breath, wondering why she was suddenly nervous. It couldn’t have anything to do with the way Joe had watched her as she talked with Logan—fists curled, dark eyes flashing fire. Could it? Was he jealous?
She gave Logan a small, tight smile and lifted her thigh, settling her knees on either side of his raised head, faced toward his cock.
“Lean forward and brace yourself,” he said, from between her legs. “We’ll get you settled.”
Sarah blew out breath and did as Logan asked. No arguments. Then she peeked at Joe from beneath her lashes. His face was tight, his eyes narrowing—and not in a nice way.
Logan’s hands slid between her legs and cupped her bottom, urging her to shift to the side, and then bringing her lower until his hot breath blew across her open pussy.
“Oh,” she breathed. “That’s nice.” Another peek at Joe. His knuckles whitened.
Logan’s tongue stroked her labia, long strokes that glided from the bottom of her folds to her clit.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Logan said squeezing her cheeks. “You have work to do.”
His cock. She had to suck him until he came. She slid her hair over one shoulder to keep it out of the way, and to give Joe a clear view of what she was doing. Then she leaned down and licked the length of Logan’s shaft, closing her eyes because he tasted like sexy male—clean and musky—and because Joe couldn’t drag his gaze from her tongue’s slow movements.
“Like that?” she asked Logan.
“Swallow it, already,” he grumbled.
She grinned, came up on her arms, and centered her mouth over his cock then sank, groaning as she took him down her throat like he was the best thing she’d tasted all night.
“Logan, when we’re through, I’m going to have to kick your ass.”
Chapter 5
Joe’d had enough of watching Logan and Sarah sharing smiles and teasing glances. Had enough of her groaning like she’d gone to heaven sucking another man’s dick.
The tension that had gripped her lithe body earlier as she lay draped over the kneeler had dissipated. He knew Logan had planned it that way—the lull before the storm, but still. He grunted, and dragged his gaze from Sarah’s talented mouth as she sucked and bobbed on Logan’s cock.
His own cock needed some action, something to soothe the beast rising up to burn the back of his throat with bile. Why he was so pissed, he couldn’t say. His mind couldn’t think logically at the moment. He wanted to act, to do something that would get her attention and not let her ease back into complacency because she’d think she’d won.
Sarah couldn’t win. Not if he ever wanted her to see him as her true mate. Simple as that. He had to have her firmly beneath his thumb.
He grabbed the tube of lubricant and crawled onto the bed behind her.
Her back stiffened instantly, her up and down glides slowed as she waited to see what he’d do next. She knew what was going to happen because he’d broadcasted his interest in her ass, prepared her little furled entrance for his cock with gentle care.
The “what” she knew good and well. Her own feelings about the matter had to be in turmoil.
He liked smelling fear on her. Loved the uneasy way she glanced at him when she didn’t know what was coming next or what he was thinking.
Keeping her guessing would keep him on his toes, if he could just think with his mind instead of his tormented cock.
He still felt the sting from the strafing she’d given him with her teeth. What would surprise her?
Her ass was right in front of him. Her cheeks parted by her spread legs, her skin still pinkened from the swats of the flogger. Tomorrow, he wouldn’t be surprised if a few welts marred those pretty pale globes.
He cupped her buttocks, spreading his fingers wide to hold as much of her ample bottom as he could. Generous was a word he’d read but never appreciated in the context of an ass, but right now, the word felt just about perfect on his lips.
His lips…his tongue…
She wasn’t going to like this, would be shocked to her pretty pink toes. But he bent over her ass and licked the seam between her buttocks, listening for the hitch of her breath as he neared her back entrance. “Don’t you come. Don’t you dare come until I tell you.”
She rose off Logan’s shaft and huffed. “As if! What the fuck are you doing anyway?”
“Getting me a taste. A forbidden taste, sweetheart. There’s not anything I won’t do to you. Not anything you won’t let me do.”
“I’m not tied up like a goddamn goose ready for the roaster pan. Do the other thing, but this is just wrong.”
“There’s no wrong, if you like it.”
“Well, I don’t.”
Joe proved her a liar with the next lazy lap around her asshole.
“Gawd, Joe. Stop!” she groaned.
His tongue swirled on her asshole, and then he opened her with slippery fingers and prodded the tip of his tongue inside.
“Please don’t,” Sarah mewled, her voice taut and tearful as she bent over Logan, mortified at Joe’s intimate actions.
Only her words lacked true conviction. Logan had latched hard onto her clitoris, circling as though he and Joe had given each other secret signals because their tonguing was escalating.
Her thighs and belly trembled. Logan’s cock bumped her chin, and she opened without thinking, swallowing the crown and groaning as Joe’s tongue poked deeper.
It was so nasty. So unthinkable, what he was doing, what she allowed.
Still he didn’t stop, sliding inside her to flicker his tongue like a snake then lapping around the tight, hot circle.
Logan spread her labia and tugged them. The hood protecting her clit slid away, and his tongue touched the nubbin. She sank low on his cock, groaning all the way down.
Soft laughter from the man beneath her gusted hotly on her open sex. Fingers stroked into her pussy.
Joe’s tongue withdrew and something hard and narrow dipped into her ass, followed by a slide of cool, oozing gel. A finger slipped inside, and the loosened ring allowed it, clasping to hold it there.
She marveled at how quickly she’d come to accept the penetration, the intimacies they layered, one after the other, until her brain was on overload, unable to complain or respond with embarrassment for the things they did without ever once seeking her compliance.
Of course, she wasn’t exactly screaming. But she could already tell she would. She’d never been so overwhelmed.
Joe’s finger glided out, and he shifted behind her. Jesus, he was going to do it. Going to shove his thick, hard cock inside her, and she wanted it.
Her mouth sank on Logan, her lips closing tightly around him as she breathed through her nose and used him to still the scream rising in her throat.
As his thumbs held her open, Joe’s blunt head press
ed against her opening, then he adjusted again, rising higher to arrow his cock directly inside her. He pumped against the ring, and then rolled his hips, the screwing motion easing the tension gripping her tiny muscles.
He screwed until she drew a deep breath and forced her heart to calm, her muscles to relax, and then he pushed inside, the crown breaching the ring.
Joe held still behind her. “Are you okay? Can you take it?”
She liked how tight his voice was, how intense and harsh the delivery of the words. The pressure her little asshole exerted around him had to be exquisite. Yet he held himself, waiting for her to answer.
And there was pain, but not so much she wanted him to stop.
Heat flooded her face, her chest. Tremors spread from her clitoris, rippling along her thighs, belly, and buttocks.
She didn’t want to come off Logan to speak. Didn’t think she could without losing it and screaming hard. She rammed his cock down her throat, and then undulated her hips, a shallow flex that pulled on Joe’s cock and told him wordlessly that she needed to him to move.
“Sweet, sweet fuck,” Joe murmured, beginning a slow rocking motion that was too much and not enough. Another finger entered her, filling her pussy, while Logan’s tongue toggled her clit.
Rhythmic moans began to come, one after the other, first hers, then theirs. So much sexy noise surrounded her, she felt enclosed in rapture.
Sarah admitted she didn’t have their discipline. She came first, her shout muffled around Logan’s cock. She bucked against Logan’s mouth and fingers and Joe’s stroking cock, until her body hung limp, her thighs quaking. Joe’s arm encircled her waist to keep her poised above his friend.
Then Logan raised his knees and thrust his cock up and down, cramming past her tongue until she felt a hunger she’d never experienced, to feel the hard, muscled men below and behind her exploding inside her.
She wrapped fingers tightly around Logan’s shaft and suctioned, bobbing up and down, swallowing around him to increase the sensations she delivered.
Logan’s fingers withdrew, and his tongue soothed the hot friction he’d built, lapping at her, murmuring against her to encourage her as she worked his cock.
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