by Anya Summers
She groaned around Jared's erection as he shuttled his length in and out of her mouth. She enjoyed his salty taste. He was a bit wider than Declan but not as long. Her jaw burned from being held open while he pumped his hips.
Zoey felt the head of Declan's cock pound inside her in hard plunges. She whimpered around Jared's cock, sucking him harder into her mouth. Declan teased her, pushing only the head within her back folds. He really wasn't going to let her orgasm until Jared came in her mouth. She redoubled her efforts—giving head was something she had always excelled at, and she liked the power it gave her over a man, while driving her wild, too. Jared fisted his hands in her hair, his rhythm sped up. She felt his cock lengthening and straining inside her mouth. A rapid series of hard thrusts and then his cock jerked, spurting jets of white, hot seed in her mouth. She continued sucking every last drop until his trembling stopped.
When Jared pulled out of her mouth, Declan thrust himself to the hilt inside her ass, pinched her clitoris, and she shattered. Her tissues clenched around the vibrator, her ass contracted around him. He began moving in slow, lazy strokes, not fast enough to make her come again, but just enough to set her on a brutal edge with her release just out of reach.
Jared knelt in front of her and stole her breath with a possessive, demanding kiss. His tongue tangled with hers as he mimicked Declan's thrusts with his tongue. He massaged one of her breasts, scraping his finger over the distended nipple. Still giving her a drugging kiss, while Declan pumped his hips in long, languid strokes, Jared unclasped one clamp. She groaned as it set off a series of spasms, her pussy tightening.
Fire erupted in her body when he did the same with her other breast. Once they were both free, he moved his mouth to the tender flesh. Licking, stroking, and circling her engorged flesh, morphing the stinging pain into pleasure.
Jared unlatched her hands as she felt Declan pull out, then he withdrew the vibrator from her pussy. She whimpered as he denied her. Feeling empty, as though the big finale, the one that would leave her floating in space, was yanked from her fingers. She was so worked up, but they didn't allow her to come. She whimpered when she felt her legs and midsection being released from the bench. She wanted to cry. She wanted to rage. But mostly, she wanted to come.
Her legs shook as Declan helped her stand. But then he pulled her arms above her head, securing them in cuffs dangling from the ceiling. He pulled the restraints tight until she was standing on her tiptoes. And then Jared stood naked in front of her, his cock once again a hard spear of flesh, the smooth tip red and covered with a condom.
"Remember your safeword, lass," Declan said behind her and she nodded, past the ability to form words.
Two men at once—her head swam with need and moisture poured down her legs. Jared picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She felt his erection slide against her folds as he positioned her, the head of his thick cock at her vagina's entrance. Declan moved her and she felt him coat her anus with more lube. Declan nudged the head of his penis at the tight entrance to her anus. They held still for a moment, and then both cocks shoved inside her at the same time. Zoey shattered, her body clenching and trembling as she came apart. She shrieked; the pleasure of her orgasm was so intense. Jared's cock was thicker, and in this instance, she felt the difference as his thick erection stretched her pussy as he furrowed inside. Her rear burned with Declan's long length filling her to the point where she felt tears prick her eyes.
"Relax, lass. Deep breath," Declan murmured in her ear. She did as he asked and he slid deeper inside her back channel. She moaned as her body adjusted to having them both inside her. How she didn't catapult off the planet from the magnitude of pleasure swarming her, was beyond her. The way they both held her between them, took any pressure off her arms suspended above her head. "That's a good lass."
And then they began to move, setting up a rhythm where they worked in tandem. Jared thrust, Declan withdrew. And vice versa. Declan's hands cupped her breasts as his strokes grew more urgent. Jared held her hips as he plunged relentlessly. Over and over, they drove inside her. The slick sounds of their flesh slapping against her as pleasure mounted. Every stroke, every thrust driving her higher and higher, reaching for a pinnacle she couldn't see. Even as they grew more forceful, Zoey could feel herself coming apart.
Desire built, increasing with each sure thrust. Faster, harder, they pounded their cocks inside her. In, out, thrust, withdraw, again, and again. The hammering amplified, both men became less controlled and more fervent in their pursuit, their cocks lengthening, straining as they burrowed deeper inside her. Her body tightened, straining for release.
"Come," Declan demanded in her ear, his fingers pinching her nipples as he thrust harder still. Her body fractured as her orgasm ripped through her with blinding white light. She shrieked as her tissues clenched around their pounding cocks setting off another round of tremors. Declan and Jared each thrust, groaning as she felt them spurt inside their condoms. They continued thrusting, wringing every drop of their orgasms and hers until they were all spent.
They all stood there for a moment, letting their heart rates settle back into a normal pace. Jared placed a kiss on her temple and then withdrew from her body. She felt Declan withdraw and unhook her hands from the restraints, setting her back on her feet. When her legs gave out, Declan swooped her up into his arms.
"Take care of her, I'll get the room cleaned up," she heard Jared say distantly as she began to feel herself fade.
Groggy from the night, she held on to Declan, delving further into his arms as he carried her toward the elevator and her room. Her eyes closed with a satisfied sigh, knowing he would care for her. It would be totally irresponsible of her to fall in love with him.
She just wished someone had told her heart that.
Chapter 9
Zoey awoke in stages, swimming up through layers. Her body had seemingly shut down from the multitude of orgasms Declan had wrung from her body. Her faced flamed. She had allowed Declan to share her with his sexy butler. What did that make her? She couldn't deny that it had been one of the best, if not the best, sexual experience of her life.
She shifted and winced. Her bottom was still tender from Declan's spanking. Her muscles ached, her breasts were tender, and she wanted to do it all over again. Declan had promised her more pleasure than she had ever dreamed, and he had delivered in spades.
She was falling for him. She had begun losing pieces of her heart from the very first kiss. It worried her, how much he was affecting her. When just the thought of him made her knees tremble and her belly flutter. She only had three nights left in Scotland. Would she even want to leave when the time came?
She had a life in Los Angeles. Even if her existence there did seem to be on life support at the moment, she had responsibilities, her sister needed her.
And then she didn't even know if Declan felt anything for her but desire. For all Zoey knew, he considered their relationship to be nothing more than an agreement for sex. She remembered the women from last night in the Dungeon Fantasy Club; there were women who were the gorgeous knock-out model types that Zoey could never compete with. Declan was so handsome that she could easily see him with one of those women, after he had finished their arrangement.
This was why she stayed away from casual sex. Her heart was too unschooled, too soft to withstand the eventual rejection she was certain would happen. For Zoey, love relationships always made her feel that she was falling short in life, that she had somehow not figured out what all her twenty-something peers had: how to win and keep a man. Granted, some of those men were idiots, but at least they never had to face traveling or dining alone.
As for Declan, he hadn't even invited her into his bedroom, not since the first night when he'd used his body to warm her. They'd had sex in the club and her room multiple times, but even after last night's mind blowing session, he had carried her to her room and left her.
Could she get him to fall in love with her? Zoey found it
hard to believe that a man who took such gentle care of her wasn't near the precipice of losing his heart. Did she want to try and extend their relationship past her stay here? Talk about long distance, but then again, maybe he would ask her to stay.
Did she want more with him? Or was she mistaking the mind-blowing nature of their physical relationship for substance? Every relationship started somewhere. Why couldn't theirs begin with an indecent proposal? He made her want things that she had buried deep inside her heart. A home, a family, and a love that lasted until she was old and gray.
What if she changed the game? Entered the previously barred fortress of his bedroom and gave him a taste of how great the long term potential of their relationship could be. She could show him how good it could be if they modified their arrangement a bit, because now, she was playing for keeps.
She slid out of bed. She was meeting Mrs. Stewart for some culinary tutelage in an hour. After that, she was upping the stakes of their relationship. Declan just didn't know it yet.
Declan ended the conference call with his tech company in San Francisco, pleased over the latest nano-tech development. They were planning on revolutionizing the at home computer. And they would make it affordable enough that everyone would be able to afford it.
The figures from all the latest data were very promising. He and the CEO were making plans to visit Denmark. The advancements that country had made in clean air tech, combined with his firm's Techware, would change the fate of their world for the better.
He typed a few emails, studied a report, and moved meetings around. It was barely five in the evening, but he wanted to spend more time with Zoey. Just thinking about her, he felt his cock twitch. Her image had made it increasingly difficult to concentrate on the most minute of tasks today. He discussed potential global implications with his company and all the while he fantasized about the little mewling sounds Zoey made when she was about to come.
The tiny sub had crawled under his skin. When he'd made his proposal, Declan had assumed that once he had scratched the itch and satiated himself on her flesh, he'd be able to move on. Except his need for her had increased, not diminished as was the plan.
A knock sounded on the door. "Come in," he called.
The door opened and Jared stepped inside the office. Zoey strode in behind him and Declan went hard instantly. She was gorgeous. She'd left her hair down, the thick waves cascaded over her shoulders and back. His fingers itched to stroke the silky lengths. She wore a gray sweater dress that ended just above the knee and it clung like a second skin to every curve of her luscious body. His mouth watered at her pillowy breasts straining the material. His body hummed as desire churned to life. His mind shifted far from work, more focused on how quickly he could have her out of that little number.
The faster the better.
Zoey seemed apprehensive. Her footsteps slowed as she neared his desk and her sweet scent drifted over him.
"To what do I owe the pleasant interruption?" he asked, his gaze shifting between the two interlopers. Was there a reason why Jared had stayed behind?
"Well, I was thinking it was time you stopped working for the day. I made dinner, Mrs. Stewart is keeping it warm for me until we are ready to eat, but I hoped we could…" She flushed under his stare. He loved the way the blush would spread across her chest.
"Yes?" he asked, intrigued by her fluttering hands and hesitation. This was the first time he'd had a woman, other than his maid and cook, enter his office space. It was one of the few places he'd been adamant about keeping his personal activities away from, never one to mix business with pleasure. He'd witnessed the fallout from just such interactions with his father's mistresses.
"I hoped that we could, gosh, I didn't think it would be this hard to ask," she said. If it were possible, she flushed an even darker shade of pink.
"Jared, what the hell is going on?" Declan asked.
Jared smiled. "What our American lass is attempting so sweetly to say, is that she would like to have sex with the both of us again."
Declan sucked in a breath. Lust slammed into his system. He knew Jared didn't want her the way he did, but his butler had never turned down a willing and eager lass.
"Zoey, is this what you want?" His gazed pierced her, studying her reaction. Her breathing sped up, coming out in little pants, her hands fisted, she licked her lips, and her eyes were wide with need.
Worry also creased her brow. Did she think he would admonish her, turn away from her? He was proud of her. It wasn't easy to admit and come to terms with yourself when your sexual tastes were different from what society mitigated they should be. God, she was the sexiest woman he'd ever met. He didn't think he had the strength to deny her anything. While that should set off warning bells, he could only focus on the desire pumping in his veins.
"Zoey?" he asked again.
"Yes, Master." He grinned at her submissive response.
He rose from his chair, moving around his desk until he stood in front of her. He tenderly gripped her chin, drawing her gaze up to his. He could smell her arousal. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, and reveled in her indrawn breath.
"So you liked our love play last night and want a repeat?" He cocked an eyebrow at her with a small grin playing about his lips.
"Yes, Master," she admitted.
"I want something from you first. Will you give me what I want?" He held his breath.
She nodded her head.
"You haven't even heard what it is yet, little sub." He cupped her breast and growled deep in his throat at finding the nipple a hard peak.
"Anything you want, Master, I will do," she purred, leaning into his touch. Where did the all the sweet acquiescence come from? He had to admit it made his dominant nature growl in delight.
They'd see about that. He held her gaze, brought his hands up to cup her face so he could feel her reaction. "I want to watch Jared fuck you, little sub, and then we will fuck you together."
Her eyes widened, her pupils dilated. She moaned at his words, licking her lips. Jared moved behind her, gripping her hips, and ground his pelvis against her backside.
"Say yes, American lass," Jared murmured as he nipped at her neck, his hands running up and down her sides.
"What say you, sweet lass? Do you want Jared to fuck you while I watch?" Declan flicked his thumb over her nipple.
"Yes, Master," she groaned. Her head fell back against Jared's chest as Declan stepped back to enjoy the show. He leaned against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest, feeling his own desire for her increase. This was one of his more exotic tastes. As much as he didn't want to share Zoey, it was a real turn on for him to watch. It had been a long time since he had the enjoyment. At the end of the day, he did what he did to give himself pleasure, to dominate her, and he decided what that pleasure might be.
"Get her out of that dress, Jared, and suck that pretty little cunt of hers," he ordered.
"That's what I had in mind," Jared replied and he slid her dress up over her hips. Both men groaned when they discovered she was going commando. It was a good thing Declan hadn't known that or he might not have allowed Jared to join their love play again. He would have had her splayed out on his desk, pumping his cock inside her tight sheath.
Jared tossed the dress on a nearby couch, then freed her glorious tits. Jared seemed just as enamored of the heavy globes as he was. Jared stripped, his erection already prominent, rolling a condom over his length. He bent to help Zoey step out of her heels, but Declan loved the sight of her in nothing but them. She was sexy as hell standing in nothing but the black stilettos.
"Leave them on," he commanded. This was his show, and while Jared was a willing participant, this was one of Declan's fantasies. He loved watching a woman come, either by his hand or another's. He liked being an observer almost as much as he liked plunging inside a willing woman's tight channel.
Jared positioned Zoey so that she stood facing him, spreading her legs. Then he knelt down in front of her. "Ho
ld your hands at your sides, lass," Jared ordered her.
Zoey stood there, anticipation riddling her body. Jared swiped his tongue across her pussy lips. She moaned.
"How does she taste?" Declan asked Jared.
"Like the sweetest nectar. Such a pretty pussy, and I'm going to make you come so hard you will sheath my cock like a glove. Watch Declan, lass, watch his response to your pleasure."
Jared planted his face in her crotch and Zoey cried out. Declan heard the slurping, and thrusting noises Jared was making as he ate her to his heart's content. Zoey was magnificent. Her gaze became heavy lidded, her body trembled with the force of her need. She panted, her breasts pebbling into hard peaks the higher her desire grew.
Jared held her hips while Zoey screamed her release. Declan felt his dick thump inside his trousers. Zoey's body still shook with the force of her orgasm as Jared pulled her down on top of him. He lay with his back on the rug, positioning Zoey so that she was straddling him. Then Declan watched her tight pussy envelope Jared's cock.
Declan opened his pants, freeing his dick, and fisted himself as Jared set up a bruising pace. His hands clamped on Zoey's hips and he shuttled his length inside her. Zoey's breasts bobbed and jiggled as she rode Jared.
Her gaze was trained on Declan's cock and he moaned, gripping his erection tighter, imagining it was her tight cunt wrapped around him.
"Hold your breasts, lass. Pinch those sweet nipples for me," he commanded, knowing just how sensitive those areolas of hers were. She cupped her tits, moaning as she squeezed the peaks between her thumb and forefinger. Jared gripped her hips tighter, digging into her flesh as he pounded inside her.
Her eyes lost focus as her orgasm raced over her body. Declan rolled a condom over his erection. Before Zoey had a chance to come down from one orgasm, he had picked her up, settled himself on the leather ottoman, lying back and positioning Zoey, and was driving into her warm heat. Her delicate tissues clenched around his cock, pulling him deeper. He gritted his teeth at the incredible feeling of her cunt vised around him, growling deep in his chest.