by Anya Summers
Then he moved her feet, placing each one on the small foothold, which took the pressure off her shoulders, thankfully, but made it so that she was spread-eagled, facing an audience and unable to move away. Her pulse thumped madly in her chest. She hated to admit how much of a turn-on this was for her.
Chase secured her feet to the footholds with leather cuffs. Then he stood before her. With a kiss against her forehead, he left her for a moment, going behind her back to where Zeke had been working. Panic sliced through her at being so fully restrained and unable to move. Her pulse rate spiked and her blood hummed in her ears. Kara sucked in some deep breaths, attempting to calm her nerves.
Then her guys came into her line of sight; both had removed their shirts and were only wearing leather pants. She noticed the firm bulges of their erections. They enjoyed doling out the punishment as much as she enjoyed receiving it. Chase knelt once again before her spread legs. Tremors charged through her system as she waited to see what they planned to do. Zeke bent his golden head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. His five o'clock shadow beard grazed the soft flesh and she gasped in delight. She loved it when he forgot to shave. She loved the feel of the stubble against her flesh. Then Chase opened her nether lips and lashed his tongue against her clitoris. Her head fell back at the exquisite pleasure heating her body.
This was not what she had expected at all. Her body had been primed for a spanking, not for carnal indulgences.
Zeke licked around her areola and lapped at her nipple until it was a turgid peak. Then he placed a cool metal clamp around the delicate flesh. Kara gasped at the sudden rush of painful pleasure, trying to move away from the burn as it slid through her system. She glanced down as Zeke walked around Chase's kneeling form to her other side and began the same torture on her other breast, working it up into a tight peak. Her breast throbbed at the exquisite torture from the nipple clamp. Chase circled her clit with his tongue, playing with the sensitive flesh. He treated her pussy like it was an ice cream cone in his favorite flavor, caressing and stroking her with his tongue before slurping her into his mouth with vigor, making her strain against her bonds as he drove her body up towards climax. Under his thorough ministrations, the bud of her sex swelled into an engorged nub. She was so close to coming already—if Chase would just apply a little more pressure, she'd come apart.
Zeke clamped her second nipple, both of which now had a tiny gold chain connected to them. Then Chase rubbed his index finger around her tight bud as he affixed a metal clamp around it too.
She tensed as he tightened the clamp, fire poured from her clitoris as he adjusted the metal so she walked the razor's edge between pleasure and pain. Then he affixed the chain from her clitoris clamp to a center ring at her navel. It connected all three clamps; and she arched slightly when Chase tugged at the chains and gasped. With the connection, any time she moved it pulled on the clamps, shooting electrostatic currents of need directly to her pussy.
Zeke gripped her face and waited for her gaze to meet his. "The rules of this little discipline session are as follows, pet. You will not speak unless given permission by myself or Chase. We will be alternating between the cane and the flogger until we believe your punishment has been met. And last, and this is the most important rule of them all, you may not come until we permit it. Understood, pet?"
Holy shit! Kara was already so near climax a simple nudge would push her over the ledge. Swallowing, trying to coat her suddenly dry mouth, she nodded her head and replied, "Yes, Master."
"Good. If it gets too painful, use your safeword," Zeke commanded, his electric blue eyes burning with fiery passion.
And then both men moved behind her. Her breaths came out in short, shallow pants. Her pussy throbbed, her breasts ached, and she felt moisture dripping down her thigh. The cane and flogger were going to be a cakewalk compared to the clamps.
The first bite of the cane thwacked against her rear and made her strain her bonds. The slight movements made her arch her back, and the small stretch of movement made the chains tug on the three clamps, sending electrostatic currents straight to her pussy and she felt herself clench. She steeled herself for the next swat. Zeke counted them as he reddened her ass cheeks. As much as she tried to hold fast and not move, the pain of his hard smacks made her movements involuntary. Her bottom burned in agony, her vagina quivered with every sure tug on the clamp.
And then it was Chase's turn with the flogger. He wasn't any less restrained in his branding as he reminded her they were both her Doms and she had been a very bad girl. Chase did a count of ten strokes before her pulled back and Zeke began with the cane again.
She was so hot, she was gushing moisture down her thighs. She felt perilously close to climaxing and knew they were not anywhere near being done with her punishment. One, two, three whacks from Zeke, and her body strained as a stunningly powerful climax tore through her system.
"Ah, Masters," she wailed and sagged against her restraints.
Zeke spoke in her ear from behind her. "I told you not to come, pet. An extra ten lashes are going to be added to your punishment. Don't come again until either of us tells you to."
She nodded in a hazy glow. Then he began his heated thrashing all over again. It set her body on edge for another orgasm and she fought against it this time. She tried doing math problems to distract her brain from her body.
It worked, a little. She kept on getting distracted, though, by every snap of the cane against her flesh. Chase stepped in when Zeke backed off again; giving her another ten strokes with the flogger. Her body was engulfed in flames; every lash drove her need higher. Kara was in such of state of lust, she knew a simple touch on her clit would make her come harder than the last one, harder than she had since submitting to them. And that was saying something considering that all of her recent bedroom activities with these two had been mind-blowing experiences.
Then there was silence, which was never a good sign with the two men. Her body trembled and quaked with the force of her desire. Her back and bottom burned from the punishment and she was about to bemoan the loss when Zeke's lips touched against the back of her neck. He placed a series of open mouthed kisses from the crux of her shoulder up her neck until his mouth was next to her ear.
"Come now, pet," Zeke ordered, and without any warning he plunged his stiff erection inside her pussy from behind. Kara shattered, her body bowed at the pounding ripples of her climax as she shuddered and clenched around his massive cock. Her hands fisted and her body strained as it quaked and shuddered her release.
Zeke's hands gripped her hips, digging his fingers in slightly as he hammered his length inside her channel with hard, brutal strokes. Through half-closed lids, she watched Chase kneel before her. He separated the lips of her pussy with his fingers, and then he was tonguing her nub over and around the clamp as Zeke plunged inside her pussy. Her head lolled against Zeke as wave upon wave of pleasure bombarded her system, the dual sensations were sending her off planet. Ratcheting her desire higher and tighter. She keened and strained at the desire roaring in her veins. In a move that stole her breath from her body, Chase removed the clamp around her clit. Pain sliced at her nerve endings, setting off another earth-shattering climax.
She couldn't even understand the nonsensical sounds she was emitting anymore, she was so far gone.
And the torture wasn't over. Chase and Zeke weren't finished with her it seemed, for once the clamp was removed Chase began sucking and licking her clit, stroking his tongue over her pussy entrance as Zeke continued his ramming thrusts inside her quivering folds. Then Zeke withdrew and Chase stood in front of her. Chase opened his leather pants, freeing his bulging erection, the ruby head so perfect, and then he was driving his cock inside, furrowing his member in to the hilt, while she felt Zeke's fingers lather her anus with lubricant.
Her abdominal muscles clenched, vibrating in anticipation of the double penetration. Kara didn't know how she'd ever done without it.
Zeke nestled th
e head of his cock at the entrance to her back channel. Mewling moans erupted from her as he pushed his thick shaft inside, past the ring of muscle. It took Zeke a few minutes, working his cock in and out of the clasping back channel until he was fully seated inside her rear. The he began thrusting, and her world dwindled down to Zeke and Chase's cocks being inside her. Kara felt mindless, like she only existed in a world of exquisite pleasure, and was willing to do whatever it took as long as they kept fucking her. She loved them so much it should be scaring the daylights out of her, but she felt so at peace with her feelings for them. None of them had discussed what their relationship would entail when the fairytale trip to Scotland was over, but she knew she wanted everything from them.
She wanted them in her life and in her bed, permanently. And with that admission, even if only to herself, any of the last reservations she had about having a ménage relationship drifted away and she surrendered to her Doms completely. Her body sagged slightly, forming and fitting to the two men. She would give them whatever they needed.
Chase's hands cupped her chin as he thrust, Zeke's hands slid to her breasts still throbbing inside the clamps, as if they both seemed to understand and sense she had given them her full and total submission. Chase's onyx gaze was fierce with his desire and need as he tangled his lips with hers for a hot and heady kiss. He plundered her mouth just as surely as his shaft plunged insider her trembling folds.
In, out, back and forth they pounded their erections inside her. Her heart overflowed as her body sped toward a final bright shiny climax like a runaway freight train. Zeke unlatched the nipple clamps and she exploded. Gripping the restraints as they slammed inside her, she wailed her release into Chase's mouth. Her body shuddered and shook.
"Ahh," she screamed, and figured they could hear her up on the fourth floor.
Zeke and Chase followed her over the ledge, their dual roars as they came filled her ears and hot bursts of semen erupted inside her channels. They continued thrusting their members until they were completely spent. They stood embracing her, surrounding her with their presence, their support and, she hoped, their love. Kara sagged against the tethers as they withdrew from her body. On another plane of existence, she thought she heard a round of clapping nearby.
Yay, us. Go team Bridal Dreams.
Her head lolled onto her shoulders. Chase returned with a warm moist cloth and cleaned her off as Zeke began undoing her restraints; first her legs, and then her arms. She would have slid bonelessly to the ground had Zeke not been there, wrapping a blanket around her body and scooping her up.
Had there ever been a more perfect night?
Chapter 9
Kara felt weightless as Zeke carried her from the DFC and into the elevator. Chase was hot on their heels. She snuggled her head in the crux of Zeke's shoulder, feeling more at home than she'd ever felt in her life. It terrified her how much they meant to her. Kara had already loved them as friends before she'd agreed to this ménage relationship.
And now she was hip-deep in love with them. She wanted this cocoon they'd created between the three of them here to last. It should shame her, loving two men like she did, sharing herself with two men, but she couldn't imagine her life without either one. If she were honest with herself, the speed at which she'd fallen for them wasn't that big of a surprise. Kara had already been half in love with them when they'd proposed their little liaison.
Zeke was fiercely passionate and firm, his dominant alpha always present and unwavering, and yet he'd shown her more tenderness than she'd thought he possibly could. Chase was gregarious and sensual; he lifted her soul with a single smile when she took herself too seriously. And they knew her more than almost anyone. In fact, there wasn't much about her they didn't know. The three of them had already had the 'getting to know you' phase of their friendship years ago. They knew her mom, and had met Elise and the rest of her friends on more than one occasion. Now that she thought about it, they had been the two men in her life she'd counted on and relied on in business for the last few years. They had never once let her down.
Kara didn't have a clue how she would describe their affair to her friends or family. Elise wouldn't care; she'd root for her all the way—probably break out her pom-poms and do one of her high school all-state cheers. It was Kara's mom she wasn't so certain of, though. Kara had been extremely careful whenever she dated someone. The very few men she brought home to meet her mom had met with a negative reaction. Her mom had actually said to her last serious boyfriend, Grant, that he was wasting Kara's time. It had made Kara furious at the time. But Grant had gone the way of the rest of her exes. She just wished her mom wasn't still so negative when it came to love and romance. That was what Kara did for a living. Love and romance as a wedding planner was kind of her thing. Granted, her mother had earned her cynicism the hard way, but she'd also done little to improve her attitude or the state of her existence over the last two decades.
Then there was her extended family in Georgia. She would not omit anything about her relationship with Chase and Zeke, but neither would she wave it in front of their narrow-minded noses. All it would do would be to open her up to criticism. She could hear them: "I'll pray for you," from her aunt and cousins. They weren't bad people; they were just avowed Baptists who didn't see anything outside their quintessential bubble. Kara was all for compartmentalizing and keeping her family in the dark.
No, that wasn't what she wanted. She loved Zeke and Chase. Both of them. Her heart swelled and overflowed with the enormousness of her feelings for them. So at the end of the day, she didn't care what other people thought, she was proud of her two men and she wanted a life with them. It only mattered that they were committed to each other. That they were open and honest with each other.
That was why it was time for Chase's feelings to be revealed. He loved Zeke. She'd witnessed it beneath the surface and when he didn't think anyone was watching. The only way Chase could be truly happy was if he was honest with Zeke. That didn't mean that Zeke felt exactly the same way, but it needed to acknowledged and honored if the three of them were really going to have a chance to make this threesome work. She just had to give her men a little nudge in that direction. The image of her guys making love to each other blossomed in her mind; the thought of watching Zeke thrust his cock into Chase's ass set her blood on fire. It felt like a natural step for them to take, and she hoped that Chase wouldn't be too mad at her for pushing them.
Chase opened the door to her room, and Zeke carried her inside, heading toward the bathroom. They divested themselves of their clothes, tossing them on the bathroom floor, and entered the shower. Zeke set the water at just under boiling. Chase picked up her loofah, added soap to it, and then her Doms cared for her, cleansing all the sperm and sweat from her body that they hadn't in the DFC. Her back and bottom still stung from her punishment, but they were so gentle with her body it brought tears to eyes.
It only seemed right as a good little sub that she do the same for them. The scent of her soap, a vanilla sandalwood mixture, filled the enclosure as steam fogged the glass. She washed Zeke's chest first, feeling Chase at her back, caressing her sides, and then she switched to Chase, sudsing his impressive chest.
Kara knelt before them as she washed their cocks, the tile cool under her knees. As she washed them, their shafts hardened underneath her caress. Unable to help herself, she licked the ruby head of Chase's member, running her tongue along the ridge. He growled in delight. Then she shifted her head and gave Zeke's cock the same caress. Then Kara alternated back and forth between them. Zeke and Chase closed the gap between them, which gave her easier access to their erections. Sucking Zeke's cock into her waiting mouth while her hand fisted Chase's member, she utilized the shower's moisture to glide her hand up and down over his dick.
Back and forth, her mouth moved over Zeke's cock then released him with a pop, and moved to Chase. They stared down at her as she shifted between them; the hunger in their gazes ratcheting her own desires higher. T
hen she tried something she'd always wanted to do. Kara opened her mouth wide and took the heads of both cocks inside at the same time. Chase groaned, Zeke moaned, as her tongue flicked over the two heads stuffed in her mouth. She couldn't go deep with them, only fitting about a third of their erections, mainly the head of the shaft, inside her mouth, but the guys didn't seem to care. She set up a rotation, sucking and bobbing her head with both stuffed in her mouth. Then she would switch and deep throat Zeke, then deep throat Chase. And all throughout, she watched Chase's facial expression, awash with pleasure when his dick was sliding against Zeke's in her mouth.
Chase was wild with ecstasy, pumping his hips and near mindless with desire. Zeke wasn't much better. She knew they were caught up in a lust haze but it gave her hope and fueled her ideas.
"Enough," Zeke growled, pulling his member from the tight embrace of her mouth as he shut the water off. "I want you on the bed with your ass in the air for my pleasure," he commanded her.
"Yes, Master." The arrogant Dom, his words, made her sex tremble with euphoric excitement. She bowed her head and shot a sidelong glance at Chase. His chest was heaving with the force of his arousal and the way he glanced at Zeke who wasn't paying attention to him.
That would change. Now.
She would do something about that before the night was over. They exited the shower; Zeke dried her body, and then himself before leaving the warmth of the steamy bathroom. The cooler air of the bedroom hit her skin and made her nipples tighten. Chase trailed two steps behind them as they reached the bed. Zeke yanked the sheets down. Chase picked her up and deposited her on the bed, following her; he knelt and began positioning her with her rear canted up for Zeke.