by Tara Rose
“Yes. Absolutely.”
“How intense do you want this?” asked Mark.
Nita took a deep breath. “I want it all, Sir. Every toy you want to use, and…” Hellfire. Just say it. “I want you both to fuck my pussy and mouth again, and my ass, too. Although I ask you please to go slowly with that one.”
“Jesus Christ,” whispered Mark. “You got it, sweetheart. A full-blown role-play session.”
Brett kissed her gently on the lips. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you so much for this.”
Nita smiled and Brett stood. As she listened to his feet on the carpet, walking toward the armoire, she closed her eyes and knew that tonight would change her life forever.
Chapter Twelve
Mark followed Brett over to the armoire. “We’re right over here, Nita. Safeword if you need to. We won’t leave you alone in the room.”
“Are we back in the role play now?”
“In a second, hon. We have to plan our strategy.”
As she turned her face toward them and watched, Mark’s heart gave a strange lurch at the trust and excitement in her eyes. What had they unleashed in her?
He turned his attention toward Brett, lowering his voice. “What do you want to use? I’m afraid of losing control and hurting her. I’m assuming she’s never had impact play.”
“I can’t hear you two. Speak up.”
“We’re plotting evil things. Just relax.” He turned his back on her and lowered his voice even further. “What the hell did we do to her?”
Brett shook his head. “I don’t know, but I like it. I say we go for it and give her what she asked for. She has her safewords, and we’ll make sure to keep asking her what color she is.”
“She went really deep into it, and quickly.”
Brett glanced around him and addressed Nita. “We’re giving you a third safeword. Use green if you’re okay and want us to continue when we ask you what color you are.”
“Okay. Thank you, Sir.”
Mark nodded. “All right. That will work. So what do you want to use?”
They selected a pair of leather spanking gloves, a leather paddle in addition to the wooden one already chosen, a mop flogger, a thick leather one with tiny blue leather flowers at the end, a riding crop, a pair of vampire gloves, and a thick Wartenberg wheel with seven rows of pins across the head. “That should be plenty for her first time, no?”
“I would say so.” Mark took a package of butt plugs off a shelf. “Mind if we open these?”
“Great idea. The lube is already over there, and we still have plenty of condoms.” He pointed toward nipple clamps. “Too much?”
“For tonight, yes. We can introduce more toys next time.”
Brett frowned. “If there is a next time.” His voice was so soft, Mark barely heard it.
“I hope there will be,” he whispered. “We told her this isn’t a one-night stand.”
“Yeah, but when we asked her if she wanted what Celina has, she skirted the issue.”
Mark glanced toward her. She had her eyes closed now, and a serene smile graced her pretty face. It was all he could do not to cross the room and fuck her. To hell with the play. Was there anything sexier than a woman tied up and bent over a piece of furniture, waiting for her Dom to make the next move? “She might not have known what to say.”
Brett glanced her way, too. “True. I hope she wants more than this night. Because I sure do.”
He and Mark stared each other down for a few seconds, and then Mark chuckled. “I never thought I’d want this. Never. But I do. I want it all. What those three have. Fuck. We’re in deep trouble here, dude.”
* * * *
Brett knew they were in trouble, and he didn’t even care. Talk about every fantasy he’d ever had coming true in one night. Tina had hated role play and impact play, which Brett hadn’t known before they progressed further into their relationship because she’d outright lied to him about both before he asked her to become his sub. He should have known, but he was so damn happy to have a sub that he ignored the obvious signs. She safeworded all the time when they did either, but he just assumed she was triggering and backed off. It was part of his role as a Dom to be patient, after all.
But he knew Nita wasn’t triggering. Her eyes were open again, bright and full of lust. He watched the quick rise and fall of her body, and the way she rubbed her groin against the pillow under her hips. The expression on her face made his dick so hard it throbbed. How long had she held these fantasies in her heart? And why had it taken him fourteen years to talk to this stunning woman?
They finally advanced toward her, armed with more toys than they could carry, and Brett watched the change come over her face as she slipped back into the employee who was about to be chastised in a very sexy way. She was a born actress. Did anyone else on this rock know that about her? Did Celina know it? Had anyone ever bothered to truly get to know this girl?
Brett intended to. This was not a one-night stand. He wouldn’t let it become that. Nita was everything he’d ever imagined, and he wanted her. All of her. For as long as she’d have him.
* * * *
Nita hadn’t heard a word they’d whispered to each other in front of the armoire, but it hardly mattered. She watched them place the toys, one by one, on the bed next to her, and then she closed her eyes to wait.
The first sensation on her ass was a flogger, but all they did was brush the falls over it. Then they slapped them lightly on her upper back and across her thighs. Celina had told her that these kinds of floggers really didn’t hurt, but rather were used for warm-up. She loved the feeling of them because it was a toy. She was cuffed and at their mercy, and for tonight at least, she could pretend they were her Doms.
“Are you ready for your real punishment?” asked Brett.
“I told you that you can’t do this.” She felt silly even saying it. Of course she was ready!
He pulled her hair again, and she cried out in pleasure. “Too bad. We’re doing it anyway.”
The hand that struck her ass cheeks, alternating in quick succession, wasn’t bare. Was he wearing a leather glove? She cried out again and tried to twist away, but she wasn’t going anywhere. It really stung, but at the same time, the pleasure was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Every happy thought she’d ever had came rushing to the surface, until the pain was all mixed up with the happiness.
Tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. She lost count at ten swats on each cheek, and just gave herself over to it. If this was what Celina experienced when she played with Arizona and Dallas, it was no wonder she barely saw her anymore. It was a wonder Celina ever left their houses.
When he finally stopped, her ass was on fire, but she didn’t care. Brett asked what color she was, and Nita had to concentrate simply to speak. “Green, Sir.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Yes, I am.”
“Good girl.” That voice! She’d do anything to hear that sexy tone in it. One of them brushed the flogger over her skin again, and then something sharp but not unpleasant rolled over the backs of her thighs.
“The wheel of pain,” said Mark. “Used only on very bad employees who fuck up contracts. What do you think of it?”
She bit her lip to keep from laughing. It wasn’t painful at all, although she imagined it was supposed to be. “It hurts. Stop it.”
He chuckled. “Too bad. Maybe this will teach you to be more careful with contracts.” He brushed it over her ass cheeks, which really did hurt because they were tender, but just like with the spanking, the pain was all mixed up with the pleasure. She moaned and squirmed against her bonds, hoping they kept this up all night.
When he moved the wheel over her pussy from behind, she groaned loudly. Talk about intense!
“That’ll teach you,” he said. “And so will this.” Mark ran the wheel along her left side and then underneath her body, over the nipple on that side. Nita moaned and squirmed again, loving the contrast betwee
n the tiny pinpricks and the endorphin rush they produced.
“What is that?”
Mark held it in front of her face. “It’s called a Wartenberg wheel.”
“Stop using it. It hurts.” She almost laughed. So much for acting. It was becoming more difficult each minute to pretend she didn’t love this.
He brushed it up her right side and then over her right nipple a few times. “I’ll stop using it now, but we have more punishment for you.”
“No, please…haven’t I had enough? I’ll be good at work. I promise.”
“I don’t believe her. Do you?”
“Not even close,” said Brett.
Nita yelled as the wooden paddle came down across both cheeks. “Holy shit!”
The men chuckled. “Now we have her attention,” said Brett. “Bad girls get paddled, Nita. You brought this on yourself.”
She gritted her teeth as he delivered five more blows. The only saving grace was that he paused for a few seconds in between them, but it really hurt. She panted by the time he stopped and brushed the flogger over her skin again, but at the same time, she wanted more. This was exquisite.
She’d never conjured up the kinds of emotions washing over her now when she’d fantasized about being spanked or paddled. She hadn’t expected this release. It was as if she truly let go of part of the past with each swat and each pass of the flogger. Each time chased away one more demon from the last fourteen years.
Brett moved to her left side, still holding the paddle, but her eyes were drawn to his stiff cock. Red and swollen, it looked ready to burst. Something sharp was dragged across her tender ass cheeks, but it wasn’t the wheel this time.
“Vampire gloves,” said Mark, grinning. “For really bad girls who still don’t learn their lesson from spanking gloves, a Wartenberg wheel, or a paddle.”
“I’ve learned my lesson, Mr. Raleigh. I’ll be good. I promise.” She could hardly breathe. The gloves had to be covered with the same tiny spikes as on the wheel, because it felt like pinpricks again, but spread out over a greater area. They sent shivers up and down her spine, and each time he rubbed them over her ass cheeks, she moaned.
Brett rose. “I still don’t think you’re as contrite as we’d like you to be.”
She started to protest that she was, but only managed a loud yell as he paddled her again. Now it was really starting to burn, and she wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t want to disappoint them, but at the same time, this was her first time with impact play. Would they be upset if she had to safeword?
“Yellow.”
Brett stopped and knelt so he was eye level with her. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
She swallowed hard. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I can take any more paddling.”
“Do you want us to uncuff you, or may we try something else?”
She bit her lip. “I don’t know. That would depend on what you want to do. My ass is really, really sore.”
“Enough said.”
They uncuffed her and rubbed the areas where the leather had been, but there were no marks or irritation on her skin from them. Then she nearly cried again as they took turns holding her on their laps and stroking her hair and back.
“Did I do all right?”
“Oh, Nita.” Brett’s voice was soft and tender. “You took more than either of us thought you could for your first time.”
“You were wonderful,” said Mark. “But we’d like to continue with something a bit more edgy, if you’re up for it.”
“What is it, Sir?”
“Lie on your back, and grasp your ankles.”
She did, and they fitted the cuffs around her wrists and ankles again, but this time they clipped them together so that she was spread-eagle. Brett grinned at her and picked up the riding crop, lightly smacking each nipple and then her pussy. She wasn’t sure about getting her nipples hit with it but loved the sharp sting of the crop on her pussy.
“Now will you be good?” asked Brett.
“Yes, Mr. Durante. I sure will.” Nita almost giggled again, and she guessed the guys had pretty much given up the role play, but that was all right. They were having fun, and that’s all that mattered. She’d never known anything this decadent was possible, and she certainly hadn’t expected them to make her laugh at the same time, or to enjoy themselves like this.
She’d missed a lot all these years. But they were here now, and so was she. And no matter what happened in the morning, she’d treasure every second of this night for the rest of her life. She hoped like crazy they’d meant what they said about this not being a one-night stand. But if that’s what it turned out to be, she wouldn’t feel used or hurt this time. They hadn’t treated her the way Keith had. They were charming, and funny, and so damn sexy she couldn’t stand it.
But oh, how she hoped this was only the beginning with them. They’d unleashed the woman inside that had been hiding and afraid all these years, and Nita couldn’t imagine shoving that person back inside her own mind. She wanted to be free. Free of the past, free from the fear, and free to live her life the way she wanted, without memories crowding their way in.
And she wanted to live that way with Brett and Mark.
Chapter Thirteen
Mark picked up a black flogger with deep-blue leather flowers at the end, and she stared at it, remembering the picture of this particular one inside Phoebe’s Playthings. He raised his brows. “You’re familiar with this?”
“There’s a photograph of it hanging in a room off the lobby.”
He brushed the thick falls against her pussy. She’d guessed right. The flowers were stiff, not delicate the way they appeared to be. “Do you like it? It’s fairly new.”
“Yes. Yes, Sir. I love it.”
“We don’t want you to love it too much,” said Mark, picking up a different flogger. “This is supposed to be a punishment, after all.”
When he struck her with that flogger, she yelped. The falls were thin, and they stung like crazy. He hit her nipples with it, while Brett used the flowered flogger on her pussy. They alternated like that, switching floggers on her breasts and pussy, until she writhed on the bed and sweat dotted her hairline. It was fun, but she’d reached her limits. “Yellow.”
They put down the floggers and took off her cuffs, and then Mark lay on top of her. “Your punishment isn’t over.” He licked her sore nipples, and when Brett brought the lube and condoms over, Nita moaned. “That’s right,” said Mark, gazing into her eyes. “We have a lesson to teach you. You will take our cocks, where we say and how much we say. And there isn’t one thing you can do about it.”
She didn’t protest this time, even in jest. There were no words left. Lust consumed her until she could do nothing but watch them put on condoms. Then they gently turned her onto her stomach. She heard a package open, and then something wet was slowly inserted into her ass.
“It’s a butt plug,” said Mark. “To get you ready for us.” He kissed her swollen ass cheeks and then made his way up her back to her neck and down again to trail his tongue over her thighs. “And it’s covered in lube, sweetheart. We won’t let this hurt you.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.
Brett took his place, trailing his tongue up and down her body and planting tiny kisses along the way. “You’re beautiful, Nita. Don’t you know that?” Nita moaned and clutched fistfuls of the comforter, no longer caring that they’d all slipped out of character. The reality was pretty amazing, as well.
When they removed the butt plug, Brett kissed her neck again. “Use your safewords if you need to. All right?”
“Yes, Sir. Do you want me to pretend I don’t like this?”
He laughed softly. “No. I think we’re done with the role play. But did you enjoy it?”
“Oh, yes. Very much. Will we do that again?” Her heart pounded in her ears as she waited for him to answer. Had she gone too far?
“I sure hope so, Nita. We meant what we said. This isn’t a one-time thing.�
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She smiled at the conviction in his voice, and then let out the breath she was holding. “I’m so glad. I don’t want it to be.”
Mark brushed his hands up her spine. “Not a chance, sweetheart.” When he reached her ass cheeks again, she heard them put on condoms, and then a finger was in her asshole, covered in lube. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, Sir. It feels wonderful.” That was an understatement. She had expected pain and burning, but there was none. Only the most amazing sense of peace. When he pulled his finger out, she felt the head of his dick tease the opening and forced herself not to tense her muscles. He slipped it inside her anus gently, and once he was all the way inside, Nita moaned softly as he fucked her with shallow, slow thrusts.
“Oh my God, you’re so tight. Are you okay?”
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. The emotional reaction had rendered her mute. All she could do was moan.
“What color are you?” asked Brett.
“Green,” she whispered.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir. It’s exquisite.”
“Good girl.”
Mark withdrew and Brett took his place, first using his fingers, covered in lube, as well. He gently moved them in and out, making sexy, soft noises in the back of his throat, until Nita thought she’d go out of her mind with need. When he slid his cock inside, he did so as gently as Mark had done, and tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes.
Once again, an overwhelming sense of peace filled her, and every happy thought she’d ever had bubbled up. She let go and gave in as his thrusting increased a bit. When he pulled out, the men took off their condoms and turned her onto her back.
They took turns kissing her, touching her, caressing every square inch of her skin, before they put fresh condoms on and then fucked her in the pussy, taking turns. They were tender and sweet, and she knew they had to be as tired as she was.
But when she came, it was just as intense as the orgasms she’d had earlier, and Nita clung to each as they thrust deeper now. When each man reached his climax, his cries joined hers, and then they took turns holding her in their arms and stroking her hair and back.