by Tara Rose
When Mark came, he lay on her back and kissed her neck tenderly for a few moments, and then he moved off. She stayed where she was, not wanting to open her eyes for fear she’d realize this had all been a dream. Her pussy was sore, but she didn’t care. She hoped they did it again, and soon. When she finally rolled over, both men were almost asleep, one on each side of her. She wondered if they’d ever seen each other naked before, and that thought brought on another fit of giggles.
Brett opened one eye and grinned at her. “Something funny?”
“Yes.” She told him what she’d been thinking.
“No, we haven’t, come to think of it. Unless you count those quick peeks at each other’s dicks when we pee side-by-side.”
Nita laughed so hard she had to run to the bathroom.
* * * *
When Nita woke, the room was dark, and she forgot where she was for a moment. Then it all came back to her and she smiled, sitting up to hug her knees. Gradually, the night light cast enough illumination that she made out Brett’s sleeping form on her left, and Mark’s on her right. It was real. She was in Brett’s bed, with both men, and they’d made love to her last night. She didn’t even mind that they’d fallen asleep shortly after she’d emerged from the bathroom.
She crawled out of bed and took care of her own needs, including drinking an entire bottle of water, and then found her phone. She’d only been asleep a couple of hours. Should she wake them up? She wasn’t tired now, and everything they’d done to her last night had awakened a beast inside her. She needed more of them. A lot more.
Nita crawled back between them and wondered what to do. How did one wake up a man to let him know she wanted sex? She giggled as scenarios ran through her head, from the totally absurd to the extremely sexy. Finally, she reached out with both hands and caressed their bodies. Mark was on his back, so her hand drifted to his dick, but Brett was on his stomach.
His ass cheeks were firm and muscular, and Nita began to moan softly as she brushed her hand over them. Under her right hand, Mark’s cock twitched and then grew, and he woke up first. “Well…hello there.”
“Hi.”
“What are you doing?”
She giggled. “Well, you did say something about becoming hard again, so I thought I’d help.”
He sat up. “Actually, Brett said it, but who cares?” Mark covered her body with his and kissed her, forcing loud moans from both of them. He cupped her face and rubbed his dick against her pussy, which was soaking wet already.
Brett woke up, reached over and turned on a light, and then watched Mark for a moment. When Mark released the kiss, Brett handed him a condom. “I like being woken up this way. Although we both may never sleep again.”
“Sleep is overrated.” Mark slipped on the condom and asked Nita to lie on her side. “Do you know what I was dreaming about?”
She lay on her left side and stretched her arms overhead, feeling wanton and very sexy for the first time in her life. “No. What?”
“Me fucking that tight, hot pussy while you suck on Brett’s cock at the same time.”
“Really?” asked Brett.
“Yeah. Really.”
“I’d love to make that dream come true.”
“Really?” She laughed because they both asked it at the same time, in identical tones of voice.
“Yes, really.” She reached for Brett, grasping his dick in both hands. She had no idea what to do, so she went on instinct, brushing her fingers over the veiny surface. It had a surprisingly velvety feel to it, as well, and judging by his moans, she was doing something right. When she moved to his balls, Brett’s moans grew louder and he tangled his fingers in her hair.
“That is really hot to watch,” said Mark, his voice breathy and far away.
“Feels pretty fucking good, too.” Brett moved closer to her face, and she opened her mouth. He slid his cock into her so gently that she had to blink back tears again. She hadn’t expected them to be so careful.
As he thrust slowly, Mark teased her pussy lips and clit, and then he slid his dick into her. Nita couldn’t believe the intensity of the sensations. Mark and Brett each thrust together, and she could barely hang on to what little control she still had. It didn’t matter anymore. She was theirs, body and soul now, so Nita simply let go.
Mark pushed deeper into her pussy, rubbing her clit at the same time, and her orgasm was so strong and so sudden that she had to consciously relax her mouth so she didn’t accidentally bite down on Brett. He slid more of his cock into her mouth, and she relaxed her throat muscles so she wouldn’t gag. She had no clue what she was doing, but judging by his soft grunts and the dreamy look on his face, she guessed it felt good.
“Can we switch?” asked Mark, withdrawing.
Brett made a sound that she assumed meant he agreed, and then he took his dick out of her mouth and kissed her, tongue and all. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For all of this.”
“No, thank you. Both of you. For being so considerate and…so wonderful.”
“Oh, Nita. You should have had this much care and passion when you were younger.”
“It’s all right.” She brushed her hands along his torso. “It doesn’t matter. That part of my life is dead and gone. I’m here now, with both of you. This is my reality.”
Mark took off his condom and knelt next to her face. “Wise woman. You understand what’s truly important in life. Most of our relatives could take a lesson from you.”
She gazed into his eyes as he slid his cock into her mouth. Brett put on a condom and slipped his dick into her pussy, and then they began to thrust again. Mark held her head still with both hands, and just as she’d experienced a thrill when Brett caught her wrists above her head, erotic images danced through her head at being restrained this way.
Would they tie her up one day and spank her? Or do whatever it is they did to subs? She knew nothing beyond the few details Celina had shared with her, but now she wanted all of it. She needed to experience anything and everything these two could give her.
Brett played with her clit and her ass cheeks as he fucked her pussy, and when he lightly slapped her ass, she groaned so loudly that Mark pulled out. “Are you okay?”
“Yes. I’m sorry. That was a noise that meant I liked it.”
They exchanged a quick glance. “Well then,” said Mark, “perhaps it’s time to introduce you to some play?”
“Oh…I would love that. Yes. Please.”
Chapter Eleven
Nita hoped they weren’t done with the fucking, but now that they’d suggested kink, she wasn’t going to stop them. Her entire body tingled with anticipation as Brett crawled off the bed and opened an armoire. She sat up and gasped at the array of toys inside. Everything from floggers to metal cuffs hung neatly on hooks or rested on shelves. “Is that product from Phoebe’s Playthings?”
He turned and grinned. “Of course. You think I’d use a competitor’s toy?”
“Well, I don’t know. You might.”
Mark grabbed her around the waist and bent her over, delivering several blows to each ass cheek in quick succession. Nita screamed in laughter as endorphins raced through her body. Her lust was so intense now that she became dizzy. When he was done, she didn’t move, hoping he’d start again. “That’ll teach you to even suggest such a thing.” His voice was playful and so damn sexy!
“Yes, Sir. I am so sorry, Sir.”
“Oh lord,” said Brett. “You start calling us Sir and we’re going to lose it.”
She straightened up and glanced from one to the other. “May I? Just for tonight? Can I pretend to be your sub?”
They exchanged a glance. “Um, it isn’t really something you play at,” said Brett, gently.
“I know. And I mean absolutely no disrespect. I just…” Hellfire. Why had she started down this road? They’d never understand because she could barely explain this to herself.
Brett sat next to her and brushed a finger along her arm, which only served to
make her even hornier than she already was. “What is it, sweetheart? You can tell us.”
She took a deep breath. “I’m not sure I can, but I’ll try. It’s no secret on this island that most of you live a BDSM lifestyle. I’ve always been interested in it, and the older I get, the more intense my fantasies become. Talking to Celina only makes me want what she has.” She bit her lip. Had she gone too far? “I mean to know what’s it like to be a submissive.”
“Are you talking about knowing what it’s like to be a bottom in play?” asked Mark. “Or are you saying you want to live as Celina does? A sub to two Doms, full-time, in a permanent relationship?”
Well, yes. That was what she wanted now. But she couldn’t simply blurt that out after one night with them. They’d think exactly what Keith and Billy had tried to convince everyone of. That she was a gold digger. That she was after the money all Durantes and Raleighs had. That she expected one of them to marry her.
How could she convince them this wasn’t about their wealth or their name? That what she really wanted was a man to look at her the way Arizona and Dallas looked at Celina? That she wanted to kneel before a Dom each day, and serve him, and submit to him? If she talked about that now, they’d think she was just telling them what they wanted to hear, or that she was assuming way too much about this one night.
But they did both say they wanted more than a one-night stand.
Brett watched her carefully. Too carefully. “Nita? You all right?”
“Yes. Sorry.” Her thoughts were all mixed up. She struggled for the right words. “I would love to experience being a bottom in play. Yes. That’s the dynamic I’m talking about.”
Was that disappointment in his eyes? The emotion was gone so quickly she must have imagined it. “Well, we can certainly give you that experience, if that’s all you want.”
Did that mean they’d give her more? Should she say something? Nita hadn’t been this confused since agreeing to have lunch with them yesterday, and she didn’t like it. Had that really only been twenty-four hours ago? She wanted her head back in the same space it had been in before the conversation had taken this turn, but she was afraid to say so. She didn’t want them misinterpreting her words.
But she had to say something. “It’s enough for now. I don’t know how I’ll feel…another time.”
They nodded, but she sensed an uncomfortable undercurrent. “All right,” said Mark. “If we’re going to add play to this, your safewords are even more important now. Do you remember them?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And about that title,” said Brett. “We’ll let you use it for now, but we want you to understand that as Doms, we earn a title. It’s not a given.”
“I understand. All right.”
He cut his gaze toward Mark for a quick second. “Would you like a scenario to act out? Would that help you slip into the role easier?”
“Yes. That would be so much fun.” In grade school, she’d acted in class plays numerous times because hardly any of her classmates wanted certain parts. But Nita had loved the challenge of getting into roles that required more prep work and an active imagination. This was right up her alley. “What should I pretend to be?”
Finally, the men smiled, and she relaxed again. She’d probably imagined the whole thing and everything was fine. She really needed to stop trying to read others so much and just allow life to happen.
“You could be our employee,” said Mark. “Let’s pretend I really do run the sales department and you’re—”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Give that a rest, would you?”
Nita laughed. “Maybe we’d better choose a different role for you?”
“No. I’m head of sales.” He glared at Brett. “You can run it with me, like Jagger and Graham run PR, and you and Ian run accounting.”
“Why do some departments only have one person at the helm?”
“Because no one will work with Sallyanne,” said Brett. “And as for Lucie, she’d rather chew off a foot than let anyone run legal with her.”
“Then I guess you two will have to pretend to run the department now. Otherwise I’ll assume you can’t get along.”
Mark narrowed his eyes. “Watch it, Nita. You’re getting mouthy.”
“I like that in her,” said Brett, his eyes shining. “It’s nice to see her stand up for herself. All right. Mark and I run sales, and you’re an intern. They have them in charge of Alaska and Hawaii, which aren’t very busy, but you’ve managed to fuck up a huge sales contract and we’re very upset.”
“Very,” said Mark. “And we’ve just instituted a new way of dealing with female interns who screw up.”
Brett walked over to the armoire again and plucked a wooden paddle off one of the shelves. He smacked it against his palm. “Yes, we have. Good old-fashioned paddling.”
Nita thought she’d faint as she stared at the paddle. It was exactly like a fraternity paddle, without the Greek letters. It also looked long enough to strike both cheeks at once, and her pussy contracted at the thought of it. “But it was only one contract, Mr. Durante. No big deal, right? I’ll try harder next time.”
“Only one contract? They were one of our largest customers, and now they’ve pulled out.”
She shrugged, rising from the bed to walk around the room. “You’re making such a big deal out of nothing. It’s a huge company. You have other contracts. Who cares about Alaska? I mean, how many people live there? Less than one hundred?”
Mark walked over to the armoire and took thick leather cuffs with chains attached to them off a hook. Nita’s pulse raced, and sweat broke out along her hairline. She stared at them as he advanced toward her, a wicked grin on his face. “Quite a few more than one hundred. You really messed up big-time. Now, be a good girl and let me put these on you so we can properly administer your punishment.”
“I don’t think so, Mr. Raleigh. You try to put those on me and I’ll go to HR.” She hoped they knew she was only playing along.
“Go ahead,” said Brett. “Beth Durante is my father’s cousin, and she’ll be on our side.”
Nita had heard of Beth but had no clue if she actually was in charge of HR at Phoebe’s Playthings, so she went along for the ride. “She’s a woman. She won’t let you two treat me this way.”
Mark grabbed her and turned her around, fitting cuffs on her wrists before she had time to do anything except gasp. A crazy rush of endorphins swept through her body, and she had to close her eyes briefly against the onslaught of emotions. Her deepest, darkest fantasies had included scenarios like this, but the reality was dirty and raw. She never wanted it to end.
He hissed in her ear. “She’s a Durante, like Brett. And you work for us.”
When he licked her neck, she tried not to moan as she jerked away. It was difficult to play along, because all she wanted to do was throw herself on the bed and beg them to fuck her. “You can’t do this.”
Mark brushed his hands over her breasts roughly, and she cried out more from excitement than acting. “We can do it, and we will do it.” He clipped the cuffs together, and then he picked her up as if she weighed nothing and placed her in front of the bed. “Bend over.”
Brett was next to him now, and the two pushed her torso down and then shoved a thick pillow under her hips. She could still move her legs, and as she tried to step away from the bed, Mark pushed his body weight against her from behind, forcing more loud cries from her. This was so much fun, and so erotic, that her pussy began to contract in tiny spasms.
“We’ll need to restrain her legs, too,” said Brett. “She’s stronger than she looks.”
“Stop this. You can’t do this.” She hoped they knew she didn’t really want them to stop.
Brett tugged her hair hard enough to lift her head off the bed. “Be a good girl and take your punishment, Nita. You really don’t want us to give you extra swats simply because you won’t admit you fucked up, do you?”
“No. I won’t let you do this at all.”
Brett chuckled as Mark fitted cuffs around her ankles, and then stretched the chain in between them until her legs were shoulder-width apart. She heard him attaching the other ends of the chains to what she assumed was the bed frame. She really couldn’t move anything except her head now, and Brett still had control over that.
Her pussy was soaking wet, and her clit throbbed. It was difficult to breathe because she’d never been so turned-on in her life. She wanted them to spank her, paddle her, and use every fucking toy they owned on her. She wanted them to fuck her mercilessly, in her sore pussy, in her mouth again, and in her ass. Nita had never entertained thoughts like this, but now they raced through her mind at lightning speed.
Is this what Celina experienced with Dallas and Arizona? Did Alaina play like this with Jeff and Taj? How would she ever return to the modest shop downtown and dust off shelves and books all day long again? This was what she wanted. Every day. All day and all night. For the rest of her life.
Brett let go of her hair and bent close to her face. “Are you all right? Seriously…is this too much for you?”
He must have interpreted her silence as fear, and she hated that. “Oh, yes. I’m fine. Just so overwhelmed and…and I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my entire life. Really. You two could play like this with me every day, and I would never grow tired of it.”
His smile was brilliant and full of relief. “And we’ve barely touched you. Your safewords are very important now. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
“You’re a very good actress, Nita. You had us both totally into it.”
“Thank you. So are you two.”
He cut his gaze toward a point out of her line of vision for a second or two. “I think you’re doing more acting than we are, but just so we’re clear, unless we hear yellow or red, we’re going to assume that anything you say from this point on is part of the game. Do you understand?”