by Bobbi Brattz
“Silence,” Piers snapped. He was taking his role seriously.
She closed her eyes and tried to relax though her whole body was trembling in outrage. Before she could sit up and leave the bed, Piers put his hand on her shoulder and held her in place.
“Are you going to run like a coward as you did last night?”
He didn’t appear to be mocking her, but the serious tone of his voice warned her that he was getting angry, too. Tara closed her eyes and forced her breath to slow, her body to respond to her will. Piers knew how to push the right buttons on her. There was no way she was going to beg, or so she hoped.
“Kona, you may go first. I’ll watch.”
Oh! I want to punch him in the nose. He’s so arrogant and demanding.
Piers smiled, though it was with anything but pleasure. He bared his teeth, his eyes like chips of ice.
If he didn’t smell so damn good, I’d kick his ass out of bed. Tara was livid and having a hard time hiding it, and he knew it!
“You will beg, slave girl. I guarantee it.”
“Go to hel–"
Before she could finish, Piers seized her lips and claimed her, his tongue seeking entrance. At first she resisted, but soon melted under his command, every muscle in her body turning to mush. He held her chin in one hand, keeping her imprisoned, though she didn’t want to escape.
Kona kissed her breast, worrying the tender nipple until she cried out into Piers’s mouth. She felt Kona’s hands roving over her tender skin, sending waves of sensation to her core. She was taken by surprise when he slipped a finger into her pussy and found just the right spot to make her want to beg for more but she fought it, tears coming to her eyes.
Now I know what Piers meant about me begging. I’m not going to lower myself to--ahhhh, shit! That feels so good.
Another finger entered her, making her hips rise off the mattress. She was getting close to climax already, but just before she could crash over the precipice, they stopped. Panting, she lay as still as she could and waited an excruciatingly long time for them to say or do something, anything!
“Are you ready to beg us, slave girl?”
She shook her head, unable to stop the trembling. When Piers gave her a predatory smile, she shuddered. How was it possible that two men could have such control over her? She still tried to appear unaffected by the kisses along her neck and chest as they started again, moving along every inch of her body until she was squirming from head to toe.
“Use your Kegel muscles to trap my fingers,” Kona murmured, stroking her pussy once again. He put in a second finger, stretching her gently.
“Don’t close your eyes. I want to see them,” Piers whispered, wrapping her braids around his fist.
He didn’t kiss her again, which made her nearly mad with want. With her hair trapped and her body a willing slave, she couldn’t move for fear they would stop. Kona was doing marvelous things to her as he explored her channel. When he hit a spot within, she went wild, wanting, praying he’d continue.
“I’m going to enter you now, slave girl. You have only to say one word and I’ll stop. Do you remember it?”
“Yes…Master Kona.” Her voice was husky, like she’d just swallowed brandy. Tara wanted all of him, and Piers, too, though he remained aloof, kissing her breasts but watching her eyes. Suddenly, she realized he was looking for something. Surrender, that was what he wanted. Well he isn’t getting it.
Once Kona slipped on a condom, he spread her nether lips gently and placed only the head of his cock at the entrance. She tried to push down to take him, but he held down her hips.
“Do you want me?” he whispered. “Do you want me now?”
She nodded her head, but he wanted more from her.
“Yes, Master Kona. I want you.”
“Show me.”
Show him? How do I show him? He won’t let me move.
To make him come closer she wrapped her legs around his hips and tried to pull him forward, but he wouldn’t comply. Piers slid his hand down to her nub and began to rub it gently.
“Damn it! Do something,” she cried.
“Are you begging us?” Piers watched her, waiting for her to give in.
“No!” This time her voice cracked as they denied her.
“I can’t wait, Piers.” Kona gasped, pushing forward until a few inches of his incredibly long length rested inside her.
Now Tara felt a tiny bit of power over Kona, but not Piers, who was trailing his fingers over the skin he’d kissed only moments ago. She squeezed her Kegels, which made Kona cry out and push forward, sinking deep within. Instant satisfaction captured her attention.
“You’ve been practicing.” Kona’s eyes filled with surprise.
She allowed herself a quick smile, but Piers caught it and looked up at Kona. Immediately he withdrew, leaving her empty and desperate for more.
“Again!”
Piers waited while Kona sank within once again, pulling out once again. Tara was frantic, needing more of it…of him.
“Kona, I want you,” she whispered.
The men jumped on her error, stopping in place. She realized her mistake and cried, “Master Kona! Master Kona. I’m sorry.”
“Too late.”
“Kona, lift her legs.”
When he did, Tara thought he was going to continue but started as he smacked her ass, hard. She moaned and squirmed, aching to beg but refusing. Wild sensation rolled in her belly.
Why don’t I give in and beg? What will it cost me?
There was no way she’d give in. She’d promised herself that small victory, or was it worth keeping a little bit of control?
“Say the word and I’ll stop, slave girl. All it takes is one word.”
He slapped her again, burning her cheeks, but it only turned her on more. Once more and she nearly lost her will but instead held firm. Piers continued to study her reactions, his eyes daring her to give up. That only made her more determined.
“Continue,” he barked to Kona.
Kona thrust forward, sliding in deep. She was so wet it didn’t take much to do it. When he pulled back this time, she cried out. The spanking continued, then another thrust, another slap and finally…finally she decided to give up.
“I give up! Please, Master Kona, take me. Take me hard and fast.”
Rather than follow her direction, Kona sat back and shuddered, giving Piers a look of anger. He was so hard and long, dripping with her juices.
“Take a break and give me the balls.”
“No!” Tara shrieked. Her rage made her forget once again.
When Piers leaned in close, his sensual mouth a hairsbreadth away from her lips, she knew she was in trouble. He and Kona were the masters while she was the slave. He’d have it no other way. Finally, she got it. The only “out” she had was either to say the word, or give in and follow their instructions. Piers must have seen her submission in her eyes because he grinned.
“Insert them,” he ordered her.
With shaky hands, she did as he told her. Once they were in, she moaned, distressed beyond what she could take.
“Please, I beg you. I beg you. Finish it.”
The satisfaction on their faces made her feel ashamed that she’d given up, yet she was beyond caring when Kona entered her, sliding past the balls until she cried out,” God, yes, Masters. Please…please, more.”
Kona began a quick pace, almost sending her to climax, but he pulled out at the crucial moment so she couldn’t come. A moment later he started again, his face a mask of pain as he held back. When she started the climb one more time, he withdrew, waited, and then sank once more, building a pace that made her ache for release.
“Go ahead, Kona. She begs you.”
Somehow when Piers said that, the magic was gone. She felt Kona release his seed deep within her but took no joy from it. When he was done he sat up, watching her with concern.
“Did I hurt you, Tara?”
She shook her head, turning to hi
de her tears of frustration. At that point she hated Piers for what he’d done. When she tried to get up, he stopped her.
“We aren’t done yet, slave girl.”
“Oh, yes we are! I’m out of here.”
Though she tried to rise, he held her down and stared at her until she stopped fighting him.
“You got what you wanted. You humiliated me and made me grovel. At least give me a chance to keep some of my dignity and let me go.” Again she struggled, unable to break his hold.
“Piers, release her,” Kona said, his eyes filled with anger.
“No. It’s not time yet. You haven’t worked with me yet. It isn’t about humiliation, Tara, it’s about surrender. You can’t be a submissive unless you give everything to us. We are your masters, and you are the slave. Until you yield to us you won’t enjoy the full experience of a ménage. It’s about bondage, domination, and allowing yourself to experience completely submitting your body and experiencing total release.”
“It’s about you! You don’t give a damn if I…if I…oh, forget it. I want to go to my room.”
Piers shook his head, his mood pensive all of a sudden. Instead of letting her go, he leaned over ever so slowly and kissed her with tender care. At first she tried to keep her lips firm, her mouth closed tight, but soon she was kissing him back, yearning for more. Surprised, she took his face in her hands and pulled him closer, losing herself in him.
Desperation made her forget being dominant, allowing him to lead her. When his tongue invaded her mouth, she moaned into his. He lifted his head, breaking the kiss, and smiled at her.
She saw pride in his eyes and whispered, “More, please, Master Piers.”
When she looked at Kona, she saw the same thing, he was proud of her, too. Piers slipped on a condom and knelt between her legs, his gaze filled with question. She couldn’t help but nod for him to continue, all thoughts of escape gone.
The moment he entered her, the Ben Wa balls clanged together and sent her into a climax she wasn’t expecting. Piers’s cock was wider than Kona’s but not as long, so it was a tight fit. She closed her eyes as she rode the waves of bliss, but he called out to her.
“Open them, Tara. I want to see you.”
She blinked a few times and opened them to see he was watching her again. As soon as she was done, he thrust deep and began a rhythm that sent her on another wave of pleasure. Kona pinched her nipple hard, which only made it better.
“Come with me, Tara. Squeeze your Kegels and join me. The balls enhance our satisfaction, don’t they?”
“Yes, yes, yes, Master. I–I’m going to…ahhhhh…come.” Her voice ended on a squeak as she fell once again over the precipice and dug her heels into his ass cheeks, her fingers deep into his biceps.
For the first time in her life, Tara felt complete. Kona kissed her hard, his soft lips taking control of her mouth. He smelled of mint and cinnamon. Suddenly, she was comparing him to Piers, their kisses so different, their taste and scents unique.
Piers went to clean himself up. Tara took that opportunity to escape. She leapt up off the bed and raced to the door. Kona sat back, surprised at her.
“Where are you going?”
“To my bedroom. I can’t stay here for the night.”
“Tara, come back.”
She couldn’t go back there. Everything was new, fresh, and unsettling. Never had she given so much of herself to a man, let alone two. Down the hall she raced to her room, locking her bedroom door behind her.
For endless moments, she pressed her back to it, unable to move. Panting, she fought to catch her breath. Her body trembled harder than it had before, and she began to cry, tears making trails down her back.
There was a soft knock at the door. Piers called out in a gentle voice.
“Tara, come back to the room with me. We are only getting started.”
“No, Piers. Not tonight. I’ll see you in the morning.”
“You’re crying.”
“No, I’m not,” she murmured.
“Let me in, Tara. I want to hold you.”
“If you come in, I’ll be the dominant, Piers. You will call me Mistress. This is my room, not yours.”
His soft chuckle tickled her heart.
“Have it your way, my sweet, but I’ll never be submissive.”
She could hear his gentle footsteps padding down the hallway. When she heard his door close, she raced over to the bed and threw herself down on it, bawling like a baby. No man had ever had such control over her and it scared the hell out of her.
“How will I face him again?”
When she heard a noise and saw the door open, she panicked, pushing against the headboard as he walked slowly toward her. He was magnificent from his head to his toes, each muscle defined, yet it was his eyes that held her tearful gaze. They were compelling, commanding, determined.
Piers leaned down and grabbed her ankle, pulling her toward him until her ass met with his groin. He was already hard again but not wearing a condom.
“I’m not going to have sex with you here. You’ll come to my room when you’re ready. I want you to know that I won’t allow you to be anything but what I tell you. Do you understand?”
All she could do was nod. His powerful body proved that she had no authority in any bedroom.
“I’ll see you in the morning. Kiss me, Tara.”
He took her hand and pulled her up so she could reach him. When he took her hair in his fist, she knew she’d not fight him again. She slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him for all she was worth, delving into his mouth with her tongue as she threaded her fingers through his hair. She was lost and knew it.
When Piers pulled away, she felt his loss, determined to bring him back. It was all she could do to stop herself from begging him again to stay. She let him go, lying back down on the bed. He stayed still and watched her for a minute then smiled.
“You are a beautiful woman, Tara. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night in my bedroom.”
“But–”
“No, don’t talk. Goodnight, my sweet.”
He turned and walked away, closing the door behind him. In that moment, she knew he would always be her master. The night hadn’t worked out anything like she’d expected. It was her first ménage and she wanted more, so much more.
Tears emerged as she lay there. It wasn’t long before she cried herself to sleep. Tomorrow was a long way away.
Chapter 10:
Vengeance Can Be Costly
The tourist bus would be heading back to the resort in two hours. She would be done with her business by then. As she walked down an old street, she found that people stared at her from their homes. These people were poor. Their dilapidated homes set them far apart from the tourist area. As she’d hoped, she was approached by the right people.
“Hey, lady, are you lost?”
The man was young, his teeth were stained, and some were missing. His clothing reflected the lack of money, and his eyes held a hunger only those without money had.
“No, but I’m sure you can help me. I’m looking to buy a gun.”
He automatically put his hands up, palms facing her.
“You’re talking to the wrong man, señora. I don’t know anything about guns.”
His fake smile told a different story. She studied him for a moment then asked, “If you don’t know about any, tell me who does. There is fifty bucks in it for you.”
Eyes lighting up, he said, “Follow me, after you give me the fifty.”
Heart beating faster, she fished out the money from her purse and handed it to him, holding onto her end for a moment.
“This had better be legitimate or I’ll tell the police you tried to sell me drugs.”
Anger now replaced the interest.
“Keep your money then.”
“Are you saying that you don’t know where to buy a gun, or that you do sell illegal drugs?”
“You want guns or drugs? Maybe you want both.”
/> She gave him a cold smile, her heart fluttering with excitement.
“Both. I want Ecstasy and a gun. Hurry up and find them for me. I have a bus to catch…”
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That morning, Tara was relieved to see that Selina was not in the audience. The woman gave her the creeps after she flew off the handle during the soup incident. There was something about her that screamed “psycho!” She’d put on a good show of being a blown-up Barbie doll, but her façade cracked when she didn’t get her way. Why Piers liked her was beyond Tara. He obviously was a ladies’ man. That made the relationship between her and Piers awkward, and that was just what she wanted.
“Who has been working on your Kegels?” he asked. Most of his students put their hands up.
“It will take months to build them up, but believe me, they’ll make quite a difference with your bladder control and in your love life. Tara, would you please come forward and give me a hand?”
For once, she didn’t want to help him. As a matter of fact, she’d rather be anywhere else but at the class. It was almost impossible to look him in the eye, she was so unsure of herself. Being in the spotlight normally didn’t bother her, but after last night she found that it was hard to act flippant. Piers stared at her until she stood and made her way to the stage, always in control and sure of himself.
When she was beside him, she kept her eyes down, feeling incredibly shy. That definitely was new to her, since she was a travel agent and spoke to groups of people often. What was it about the man that made her so jumpy?
He took her hand in his, sending tingles up her arm until she shuddered. She was sure he knew how he affected her, and that pissed her off. Being submissive in his presence wasn’t something she’d planned, but as she recalled the incredible sensations from their tryst, her thoughts went to places she didn’t want them to go.
“Yes, M—uh, Dr. Piers,” she murmured, afraid the audience would clue in to what had happened between them.
He grinned, pleased with her. The last thing she wanted to do was please him in front of people, so she took back her hand, putting them both behind her back.