Her Game, Their Rules

by Lara Valentine

  Jack had received more toys than any two-year-old should ever have. Jeremy and Cole had given him a police car he could sit in and pedal around Flintstone-style. Jack had been in heaven and had pressed the siren button most of the afternoon and then laughed with delight. They had also given him blocks, a Green Lantern action figure, and a set of educational DVDs. Cole had said he couldn’t find any educational video games he liked and that he needed to design one. Apparently, Jack had inspired a new line of products for the company.

  She felt a hand slide around her waist and pull her back against his hard body. She breathed deeply and let her lungs fill with his scent. Woodsy. Jeremy. She pressed back against him, feeling his cock harden against her bottom. These men were always ready, and she loved it.

  “You look very pensive, princess. Worn out from the party?” Jeremy’s voice tickled her ear.

  She shook her head. “Not really. Just run down from all the excitement. Jack was worn out, too. He fell asleep immediately after his bath.”

  Thank goodness, he had also slept through the sounds of the fireworks. He was a good sleeper.

  She felt Jeremy’s chuckle. “He had a big day. I thought he might be hyper after eating the birthday cake, but he was fine.”

  Sara elbowed Jeremy in the ribs. “No thanks to you and Cole. You spoil him. I think he wanted to sleep in his police car. How am I ever going to get that home, anyway?”

  “Let’s worry about that when the time comes. Are you ready for bed, my angel?” Jeremy’s lips nuzzled the crook of her neck, sending sparks of arousal coursing through her veins.

  “Mmmmm…definitely. I’ve been thinking of a new game.”

  Jeremy nipped her earlobe and soothed it with his tongue. “Name the game, princess.”

  Sara tilted her head to give him better access and was rewarded with nibbling kisses across her bare shoulders. Her pussy creamed in anticipation of the pleasure he and Cole could bring her.

  “Mistress and slaves.”

  Jeremy lifted his head and turned her around. He looked like he was trying hard not to laugh.

  “Mistress and slaves? Just who are these slaves?”

  Sara gave him a playful smile. “Why, you and Cole, of course.”

  Jeremy gave her an arrogant look. “I’m not so sure about this game.”

  Cole swung into the kitchen with a trash bag stuffed full. “Did I hear ‘game?’ What are we playing tonight?”

  Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Mistress and slaves. Guess who the slaves are?”

  Cole grinned as he tied off the trash bag and placed it on the other side of the garage door. Tomorrow was trash day.

  “I’ll go out on a limb and guess that you and I are the slaves, J. Sounds like fun. I’m in.”

  Jeremy playfully scowled.

  “I haven’t gotten to be the Master yet.”

  Sara smacked his arm. “You got to be Pirate Captain just the other night. That’s pretty close.”

  Jeremy sighed. “Okay, you’re the Mistress and we’re the slaves. But just this once. I like to be in charge.”

  Sara giggled. “Just this once. Now shuck those clothes and head to the bedroom. I want you both naked and on your knees.”

  The men looked at each other in surprise.

  Sara crossed her arms across her chest and gave them her best stern look. “Now, slaves. I know where the paddles are kept in this house. Move!”

  Cole grinned and headed quickly upstairs, tugging on his clothes all the way up. Jeremy followed more slowly. Seemed like she had a reluctant slave on her hands.

  * * * *

  Cole couldn’t hold back his smile as he and Jeremy waited on their knees in the bedroom. They were both naked as the day they were born, and despite Jeremy’s grouchiness about the game, they both sported enormous erections. Cole had to hold himself back from reaching out to stroke Jeremy’s cock.

  Sara entered the bedroom. One look at her and Cole almost had a stroke. Sara was dressed in a skintight, black micromini skirt and a black corset laced up the front. Her shapely legs were encased in fishnet, thigh-high stockings and bright-red fuck-me heels. Her long dark hair was pulled up in a long ponytail. The outfit was completed by the riding crop she held in one hand and tapped against her stocking-clad thigh. She looked like a male submissive’s wet dream. Cole wasn’t submissive by nature, but at this moment he could see the appeal.

  “I see my slaves followed my command.”

  Sara circled them, trailing the end of the crop across their shoulders and down their chests. She stood in front of them with a stern expression. She used the tip of the crop to tap on the inside of their thighs.

  “Spread your knees wider, boys. I want to see what you have for your Mistress.”

  Cole pushed his knees wider as did Jeremy. Jeremy was even more dominant than Cole. He wasn’t sure how Jeremy was taking this. One glance at Jeremy’s cock assuaged any fears. It was purple-red, and pre-cum had already started leaking from the tip. Jeremy was as turned on as he was.

  “Very impressive. Your cocks are beautiful and please me very much. But before I let you fuck me, there are a few things you need to do first.”

  Shit, I need to fuck her now.

  “Face each other.”

  Cole and Jeremy turned to face each other. Cole could smell Jeremy’s distinct woodsy scent. It was one of the first things he had noticed about Jeremy that first day in the office. It could still get him hard and horny all these years later.

  “Hands behind your back. Now kiss each other. Like you fucking mean it.”

  They needed no second prompting. Their lips met and tongues tangled as they fought for control of the kiss. It seemed to go on forever before they came up for air. They were breathing hard as they pulled back, staring deep into each other’s eyes. Jeremy’s eyes were dark blue with passion.

  “I enjoyed watching that, my slaves. You may kiss again and use your hands on each other. But don’t touch your cocks. Yet.”

  Sara’s voice was husky. She was getting turned on watching them. She really was the perfect woman.

  They kissed again, more slowly this time, tongues sliding and rubbing, while hands caressed and stroked. Cole ran his hand down Jeremy’s muscular back, the muscles bunching under his fingers. The skin was so smooth in comparison. Their cocks were trapped between their bodies, and they rubbed together a little. Jeremy’s pre-cum smeared on Cole’s belly.

  “Stop.”

  Cole pulled from Jeremy’s arms reluctantly. He was on the edge and needed to come badly, but he trusted Sara to take care of them.

  Sara pulled a chair from the corner of the room to a spot in front of them. She would have a ringside seat to anything she asked them to do. She hooked a leg over each arm of the chair, and her skirt tucked up almost to her waist. The position exposed her pretty pink pussy to their gazes. She was wet and swollen. Cole licked his lips in anticipation of licking her sweet cream. He smiled as he saw Jeremy do the same.

  Sara reached down between her legs and began to stroke her pussy and clit. She sighed as her fingers swirled in her juices.

  “Hmmm…that feels good. Do you want some pussy, boys?”

  * * * *

  Cole’s and Jeremy’s eyes were hungry as they stared at her exposed cunt. Their cocks were hard and their balls drawn up. She needed to let them come soon. These last few weeks the three of them had explored their sexuality in ways she had only dreamed of. This was the next step. She wanted to watch them together. They had been careful not to be together in front of her for some reason. She had heard them in the shower, and it had made her wet just listening. Tonight she would watch.

  “You have to earn my pussy. Jeremy, suck Cole’s cock. I want to see him come in your mouth.”

  Jeremy flashed her a smile. “May we change positions, Mistress?”

  Sara waved her hand. “You may move about in any way.”

  Jeremy pushed Cole up to sit on the bed with Jeremy on his knees. She shivered as Jeremy’s hands ra
n up Cole’s legs, pressing his thighs apart to insinuate himself in between. She remembered those hands on her body. They were pure magic.

  Jeremy leaned over and began licking Cole up and down, getting his cock shiny with saliva, before sucking the head into his mouth. Cole’s eyes closed in ecstasy as his partner began moving his head up and down. Sara could hear the wet, sucking sounds, and her own pussy responded by gushing more cream on her fingers. She wanted to come but ruthlessly pushed the thought away. This was about Cole and Jeremy.

  Jeremy’s fingers rolled Cole’s sac, and he grabbed the top of Jeremy’s head.

  “I’m coming, baby. I’m going to shoot my load.”

  Cole’s voice was hoarse, but Jeremy heard him and doubled his efforts. Cole shoved his cock into Jeremy’s mouth one last time with a groan. Jeremy’s throat worked to swallow the cum that filled his mouth. Sara couldn’t peel her eyes away. This was the hottest porn she had ever watched.

  Jeremy licked Cole clean before sitting back on his knees. He gave her an evil grin.

  “Did I please you, Mistress?”

  It took a moment for Sara to find her voice. “Yes, you did. And Cole, too, from the look of things. Now, I want you to fuck Cole. Any position, but make sure you give it to him good. I want you to be as satisfied as you made him. Cole is not to come again, though. I’ll be using his cock soon.”

  “Assume the position, baby.” Jeremy gave Cole a smirk. Cole must have known what Jeremy meant, because he laughed and turned so that he was kneeling on the bed, his ass in the air. His backside was at the perfect level for a good hard fucking from behind. Sara moved from her chair to sit at the head of the bed. She reached into the nightstand for the bottle of lube she knew lived there and tossed it to him.

  Jeremy caressed Cole’s backside and leaned over to trail kisses down his back. Sara was touched at the show of tenderness and love. What would it be like to be loved by these two wonderful men? She shook the thought away. They loved each other. There wouldn’t be room in their hearts for her, too, no matter how much they tried to convince her to stay. She shouldn’t wish for things that she could never have. She had certainly learned that these last months. It was better to deal in what she could have. At least for tonight, she could have these men.

  “Fuck him good, Jeremy. Then he’s going to fuck me.”

  * * * *

  Jeremy’s dick was so hard it ached. He needed to be balls deep in Cole. Now. He lined up his cock with Cole’s back hole and pushed forward, groaning as Cole’s tight ass surrounded him. Jeremy knew he wouldn’t last long. Between Cole’s stranglehold on his dick and Sara watching them with lust-filled eyes he was on the edge already.

  He pulled out and slammed back in. Cole groaned, pushing back. After all these years, Jeremy knew that Cole liked it hard and dirty. He wouldn’t disappoint him. He leaned over and locked eyes with Sara while he whispered in Cole’s ear.

  “Can you feel my cock in your ass, baby?” He pulled out and slammed back in. “Can you feel it? How does it feel to have my dick pounding your ass? Tell me or I won’t fuck you.”

  Cole pushed back against him. “Damn you, Jeremy. Fuck me, you asshole.”

  Jeremy moved his cock back and forth in small motions very slowly. He was running his dick over Cole’s prostate and probably driving him crazy. Sara’s eyes were wide as she watched him fuck Cole ever so slowly. Was she imagining him in her ass? He vowed that tonight she was going to feel him there.

  “How does my cock feel, baby? Do you love it? Tell me and I’ll fuck you hard.”

  Cole loved the dirty talk, Jeremy knew.

  Cole panted. “Yes, I love it. I love your big cock, you fucking asshole. Now fuck me with it.”

  Jeremy needed no further prodding. He rode Cole’s ass fast and hard. They were both breathing heavy and groaning. Sara’s eyes never moved from his as his sac drew up and the pressure in his balls became unbearable. He thrust in one last time and held himself there as his orgasm racked his body. He shot his seed deep into Cole’s ass, marking his man as he had done so many times before. This time was different, special. Sara was with them now.

  He pulled from Cole’s warmth and slumped on the mattress, pulling him close. Cole loved the raunchiness of the act. Jeremy loved it, too, but cherished the closeness afterward. He stroked his hands over Cole’s sweaty body, loving the feel of the hard muscles under his fingers. Cole’s cock was standing up proud and erect again. Hopefully, Sara had plans for his lover. Jeremy certainly had plans for her. It was time the tables were turned on their little Mistress. He levered himself from the bed and whispered quickly in Cole’s ear.

  Chapter 11

  Sara had never been more turned on in her life. Watching Jeremy and Cole make love had been amazing. She snuggled in with them on the bed, closing her eyes against her own raging need. This was about them tonight. She wanted to be as unselfish as they had been to her. Sara’s arm draped over Cole, and her fingers stroked over Jeremy’s. He quickly entangled them together. Jeremy was quiet, but he was also her snuggler. He loved being close and would hold her all night. Tonight they held Cole between them, feeling the warmth of his skin.

  She felt the bed move but kept her eyes closed. She could hear water running in the bathroom. Jeremy must be cleaning up.

  Cole moved slightly away to run his hands up and down her bare arms.

  “This outfit is really something, princess. It’s going to look even better in a heap on the floor.”

  Before Sara could react to Cole’s cornball line, she felt strong arms tugging her arms behind her back. Whisper-smooth silk ran over her skin, binding her wrists together at the small of her back. It had probably taken only moments. She tugged at the restraints, her eyes wide open now and taking in two smiling men.

  “What are you two doing? I’m in charge tonight.” She tugged a little harder on the ties but didn’t succeed in budging them at all. She had always fantasized about being tied up and helpless. Her body was reacting to the situation by dripping cream down her thighs and tightening her nipples. Damn.

  Jeremy crossed his arms over his chest, highlighting his muscled arms. He gave her a wicked grin. “Well, the thing about that is, you’re not anymore. Cole and I are your Masters now, and from now on, I might add. Not that your little foray into Mistress land wasn’t fun. It was. But things need to return to their natural order. And the natural order in this house doesn’t include me on my knees. Stand up, little slave.”

  For a moment, Sara thought about resisting but quickly pushed the thought from her head. This was exactly what she wanted, and they all knew it. She pushed to her knees on the bed and then scooted back to step on the floor, teetering for just a second on her high heels.

  “I don’t want you hurting yourself. Cole, help me take these shoes off of her.”

  Jeremy knelt down with Cole on the other side, quickly stripping her of her shoes and the thigh-high stockings while they were at it.

  “I’m a leg man, honey, and you looked really hot in that outfit, but when I fuck you tonight, I don’t want anything between me and your soft skin.” Jeremy ran his finger across her cleavage.

  Cole came up behind her and began tugging at the tie that held her hair. “Where’d you get the outfit anyway? I don’t think Champaign-Urbana has a BDSM store, but I could be wrong.”

  “Online. I had it shipped two-day. You didn’t notice it with the presents I ordered for Jack.”

  Her hair fell over her shoulders, and Cole raked his fingers through it. “Online, what?”

  Sara looked over her shoulder at him in confusion. “What?”

  Cole gave her an evil smile. “The correct response is ‘Online, Master.’ Try again.”

  Sara took a deep breath. “Online. Master.”

  Cole grinned. “Better. Now, Jeremy, what are we going to do with this picture of submission?”

  Jeremy was holding in his laughter. Sara knew she hadn’t been very submissive so far. She really did want this, but it
was hard to put away the Mistress mantle she had worn only minutes before.

  “We’re going to fuck this little slave, Cole. Hard and at the same time. But first I think we could use a little fluffing.”

  Sara looked down, and nothing could have been further from the truth. Both men were hard despite the fact they had already come once tonight. Her pussy tingled and her ass clenched at the thought of being fucked together. She had read so many books about it, but it looked like she was going to experience it for herself.

  Jeremy gave a lordly wave toward the floor. “Kneel, slave, and suck our cocks.”

  Sara lowered her eyes submissively. “Yes, Masters.”

  Sara carefully knelt on the floor, and Jeremy’s hand came out to steady her as she lowered herself with her hands still tied behind her back. The men came close to her, one on each side of her head. It appeared that she would be sucking them both and without the benefit of her hands.

  She turned her head toward Jeremy. He pushed his cock toward her mouth, and she eagerly sucked him in, lapping at him with her tongue. She heard his groan of pleasure.

  “Damn, her mouth is lethal. She sucks my cock as good as you do, baby.”

  She licked and sucked for a minute before turning toward Cole. His cock was ready and waiting for her mouth. She lapped at him like an ice cream cone until he tangled his fingers in her hair and gently tugged her where he wanted her mouth.

  “Suck me, slave.”

  She went back and forth between the men for several minutes, their panting and groans amping up her own arousal. She was the only one that hadn’t come yet tonight, and she was getting desperate.

  They finally pulled away and walked a few steps back.

  “You must be extremely aroused, slave. You have not had any release tonight. In fact, when was the last time you had release?”

  Sara blushed. She wasn’t sure she should tell them about her masturbation in the shower earlier today. She had been so horny watching them get ready for the party she couldn’t help herself.