by Tara Rose
He reached underneath and caressed her left breast, sending shock waves of desire racing through her body. “Please? We won’t leave them on for too long. Just a little spanking?”
She giggled at the pleading tone in his voice because she was so excited by the images racing through her mind that she could barely stand it.
Liam gave her a droll look. “I don’t think she’s all that opposed to the idea. I think she’s just messing with us. I think she wants us to tie her hands behind her back and spank her luscious ass until it’s good and red.”
“Oh God…”
“Uh-huh. I was right.” Liam’s beautiful blue eyes gleamed with lust, and his voice was full of triumph. He ran a finger along her spine, and she moaned again. “Now be a good girl and put your arms behind your back.”
She couldn’t have resisted that voice if she’d wanted to. It had taken on a commanding quality, but it wasn’t cruel. Rather, it evoked images of candlelit rooms, in which was she tied to a St. Andrew’s cross or draped over a spanking bench. And now those fantasies would star both these men instead of only one of them.
She knew they both were Doms. Most of the Durante and Raleigh men were. There was no BDSM club on the island, but a great many of the residents lived the lifestyle. Jade had never been fortunate enough to date a man who’d taken the time to introduce her to any part of the lifestyle, including play. Then again, that would have been difficult for them to do with Santos threatening each one if they went out with her a second time.
Jade mentally shook away thoughts of her brother. He wasn’t allowed into her head for the rest of this weekend. She put her arms behind her back. “What’s my safeword, Sir?”
“Oh lord…” Estevan’s voice sounded like he was barely hanging on. “You call me that and I’ll lose it. That is so sexy to hear you say it like that.”
“Yeah. You’d better call us by our names for now, Jade, okay? We can only handle so much in one day.” Liam placed the cuffs around her wrists. “Your safeword is red. It stops the play immediately. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She almost added Sir again but decided to honor their request even though calling them by a title would make her feel like a real sub. Like their sub. But she was assuming a lot here. This was only play and goofing around for them. She needed to get a grip on her thoughts and emotions.
He clipped the cuffs together. “Good girl.”
That voice! How was she supposed to even think when he spoke to her like that? “It’s your own fault. Both of you. You’re so damn sexy.”
Liam kissed each ass cheek. “And you, my beautiful Jade, are everything I’ve ever imagined and more.”
Estevan gave each ass cheek a hard smack. “All true, but she’s still a bad girl.”
“Indeed. I’ll be right back. I have just the thing you can use so your hand doesn’t get tired.”
She tried to twist her head around but it was too difficult with her arms behind her back. “What are you getting?”
Estevan smacked her ass again, hard. “Never mind, sub. Eyes down.” The endorphin rush forced up a moan. Her pussy was so wet now they wouldn’t need much help getting their dicks inside there again.
“Yes, Sir.” She smiled, waiting for his reaction.
“Jade, you’re going to kill us both. I swear it.”
“I can’t help it. I’ve waited for so long for this.”
“To have sex and be spanked by both of us?” The humor in his voice brought on another fit of giggles.
“Well, truthfully, I’ve never had fantasies with both of you at the same time, but this is way better than any of my daydreams with only one of you.”
He caressed her hair. “Same here.”
She watched Liam’s feet move into view. “Here you go. This will help. And I’ll use this.”
A hard smack with what felt like a leather paddle came down on both cheeks at once, and Jade yelled, craning her head around. “What the hell was that?”
Liam knelt in front of her face and held it up. She’d been right about it being a leather paddle, but hadn’t realized it had holes in it. No wonder it had stung so badly “What do you think?”
“I think it hurts, Sir.”
“She’s going to call us both ‘Sir’ anyway,” said Estevan. “We might as well let her do it.”
“All right,” said Liam, holding her gaze. “You may do that, but we each get something in return.”
Anything. “What do you want in return, Sir?”
He held up the paddle. “Ten swats with this, from each of us. And Estevan has on a leather spanking glove. Ten swats on each cheek with it, from each of us. Agreed?”
She swallowed hard as she fought to keep breathing. What he’d said sent shivers up and down her spine. It was as if he’d reached into her darkest, most decadent fantasies and pulled one out. “What if I have to safeword?”
“You safeword, we stop.” He brushed the edge of the paddle down her spine. “But I really hope you’ll take all the swats. May we give you another safeword? Use yellow if you need a break for anything. That could include water or repositioning. And then once your needs are taken care of, we’ll resume the swats. Will you do that for us? Will you try and take them all?”
“Tell me why it’s important to you that I do. Help me understand this.”
Estevan helped her up and they sat on either side of her. “You know we’re Doms, right?”
“I know. But I have zero experience with the lifestyle.”
“That’s all right. It’s about more than cuffing someone and spanking them. This is just play, but at the same time, I really love it. I love the control, and I love pushing a sub to her limits. But it’s important to us both that you understand we’d never hurt you for real.”
“I know you wouldn’t. I’ve had fantasies about being spanked for years.”
Liam smiled. “That’s good to know. That’s very good. But just as you trust us not to go past your limits, we trust you to use your safewords when you need to. Have you ever been spanked or paddled, even just goofing around?”
She shook her head.
“Then what we suggested might be too much.”
“No. It’s not. I really want to try it for both of you. This turns me on so much.”
They exchanged a triumphant glance, and then they helped her back over Estevan’s knee. “All right then,” said Liam. “Use yellow to take a break, or even if you’re feeling overwhelmed or afraid. Red stops it completely. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Jade held her breath as she waited, imagining herself poised on the edge of one of the cliffs that dotted the shoreline on the western edge of the island. They overlooked the ocean, but no one jumped off them because of the rocks below. But as the image formed in her mind, she knew that if she dove off, instead of being split apart on the rocks, she’d float into a deep pool where every fantasy she’d ever had would come true. Her life was about to change forever, and she welcomed it.
Chapter Eleven
Jade thought the first sensation would be either the leather gloves or the paddle, but it was their hands, gently caressing her ass, her back, and her thighs. Every few passes one of them would slip a long finger into her pussy and she’d moan and writhe against Estevan’s hard thigh. Surely they knew how aroused she was.
Then they dragged what she swore was a piece of soft fur across her skin, and she shivered with each gentle swipe from the fabric. The anticipation of not knowing when they’d start spanking or paddling her was as much fun as knowing they intended to do both.
The wind outside was louder now, but she didn’t care. It only served to heighten her awareness of every touch, every smell, and the sounds of their breathing. When the first spank with Estevan’s gloved hand smacked her left cheek and then her right, in quick succession, she flinched and cried out. But it wasn’t from pain. It stung, but at the same time her arousal went through the roof.
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ngers she assumed belonged to Liam teased the opening to her asshole and her pussy in between each of Estevan’s swats. By the fifth smack on each cheek, they were seriously on fire, but she loved it. The pain mixed with the pleasure until she couldn’t distinguish the two, and she felt like she was floating on waves, just as she’d done in the ocean hundreds of times.
When he stopped, she was surprised he’d already reached ten. They helped her sit, and Estevan asked if she was all right. “Yes, Sir.”
“Liam’s turn with this.” He removed the glove and she watched Liam don it, then Estevan draped her over Liam’s thigh. This time, there was no preamble. Liam swatted her with the leather glove ten times on each cheek, so fast she could hardly believe it. And it really, really hurt. She yelled and tried to squirm away, but his other hand held her firm, and his legs pinned hers against his left thigh.
“Holy shit,” she whispered.
“Was that a safeword?”
She giggled without meaning to, and caught Estevan’s soft chuckle. “No. I mean no, Sir. It wasn’t a safeword. I don’t know why I laughed.” Every happy thought she’d ever had came rushing at her simultaneously, and the emotions just bubbled over until she couldn’t even contain them. She didn’t want to. She gave over to them, letting them fill her.
“I think she’s a bit punchy already,” said Estevan. “We’ll see if the paddle makes her less silly.”
Liam helped her stand, and then they draped her over the edge of the bed, her torso and head supported by pillows. They asked her to spread her legs shoulder-width apart, and then explained they were putting a spreader bar around them. She’d seen one before, so the hard leather fitted around her ankles wasn’t a surprise. Once it was in place, she was totally at their mercy, and loved the feeling of complete surrender.
She’d always wondered what being restrained with cuffs or other bondage equipment would feel like. Would she become claustrophobic, or would she enjoy being unable to move? What she felt now was definitely the latter. Was this what Celina experienced with Arizona and Dallas every day? No wonder she was blissfully happy these days.
Once again, she prepared for the sting of the paddle only to be surprised when instead they brushed thick suede falls over her back, ass, and legs.
“This is called a mop flogger,” said Liam. “It doesn’t really hurt.” He slapped them against her several times, and she relaxed into the pillows underneath her. It didn’t hurt at all, but rather gave her a nice thudding sensation that soothed her tense muscles. Even when his strikes became more forceful the sensation resembled a deep tissue massage more than anything else.
But then the paddle came down across both ass cheeks, and she yelled again. It stung far worse than the leather glove had, but at the same time she loved it. Sweat broke out along her hairline, so she concentrated on keeping her breaths deep and complete, finding that helped make the strikes more pleasurable. When he finished, she realized she still had ten more to take, and called yellow.
They helped her stand, and Estevan placed a hand on each shoulder. “What do you need, beautiful.”
“Just a break before the last ten.”
“I am so proud of you right now. Do you know that?”
“So am I,” said Liam, patting the paddle against his thigh. “And I hit hard. I know that.”
She was surprised by the look of admiration on their faces and the tenderness in their voices. She hadn’t expected that. As pleasurable as this was for her, she hadn’t considered what it did for a Dom in return. “This is important to you, isn’t it? I mean the opportunity to play. You need this.”
Liam nodded, the corners of his mouth turning up as he did so. “Yes. Exactly. That’s exactly right. We do need to do this, as much as a true sub needs to experience it.”
“I hadn’t realized that. I have such a skewed perception of the BDSM lifestyle.”
“Most people do,” said Estevan. “But maybe now we can both teach you everything you’ve ever wanted to learn.”
“I would like that, Sir. I would love that, in fact.”
He gave her a thoughtful look then kissed her gently on the mouth. “All right then. It’s settled. But for now, I owe you ten swats.”
They draped her over the pillows again, and this time she was able to take the last ten swats without gritting her teeth or flinching. She loved this, and their revelation as to how much they needed it had sparked her interest. She felt so proud when they each told her how well she’d done, and took turns caressing her sore ass cheeks.
“Are you comfortable like this for a while yet?” asked Liam.
“Yes, Sir. Very.” She wondered if more punishment on her ass was forthcoming, but instead one of them knelt behind her and licked her wet slit. She moaned loudly and writhed on the bed, loving how she couldn’t move her arms or legs. When a warm, wet finger was gently inserted into her ass, she held her breath.
“Have you had anal sex before?” asked Estevan.
“Not for a while.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes, Sir. As long as enough lube was used.”
“We’ll definitely do that. And we’ll use condoms.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. Jade couldn’t believe this was happening. How incredibly sexy and raw was this? Bent over, tied up, and about to be fucked in the ass by each of them. She whimpered, but not from fear or pain. She was so turned on it was ridiculous.
When something hard and wet teased the opening to her pussy, she gasped. One of them slid a large dildo into her wetness, and then two fingers were slipped into her asshole. “Oh my God…”
“Is that good for you, beautiful?” Estevan’s voice was so sexy she nearly came.
“Yes. So good.”
She heard the sound of a condom being slipped on, and then the man she assumed was Estevan slid his dick into her ass, slowly and gently. He moaned softly under his breath the entire time, and before he got it all the way inside a crazy orgasm crashed over her. The contractions went on and on, helped along by both holes being filled and the fact that each thrust of his cock inside her ass massaged her clit between the dildo and the pillow under her body.
She cried out loudly, shaking her head back and forth, and the noise she made competed with the wind and thunder outside. She swore she could hear the rain lashing against the windows, but even that took a back seat to the exquisite pleasure in her ass and pussy.
Estevan pulled out, and she heard the sound of a condom again, and then Liam slid his dick into her ass. Her orgasm was still going strong as he thrust in and out, faster and rougher than Estevan had done, but she didn’t mind. She loved it. It was so raw and dirty, and she loved giving her body to them this way.
When he pulled out, she heard the guys remove their condoms, and then they gently pulled the dildo out of her pussy. Estevan whispered close to her ear. “We’re going to fuck your pussy again, and you’re going to take it.”
“Oh…Yes, Sir. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me hard.”
Both men groaned, and then she didn’t know who had just shoved his cock into her, but she didn’t care. He reached underneath to massage her tender clit, and within seconds another climax was building. This was almost too good to be true, but she wasn’t going to argue. She cried out in pleasure and rode the waves of desire racing through her body, hoping this never ended.
When he came, he cried out loudly, and then once he withdrew, the other man was inside her, fucking her rough and deep. He grasped her hips and pushed inside further, and when she came again, he did as well. Their moans were as loud as the storm outside, and when the power went out she barely noticed that the silly newscasters had stopped yammering.
He pulled out, they uncuffed her and took off the spreader bar, then took turns holding her on their laps and stroking her damp hair and back. Over and over they told her how much they’d enjoyed that, and asked her if she had as well. She couldn’t tell them enough times how perfect it had been, but she tried. Each time they whispered
how proud they were of her, shivers ran up and down her spine.
When she finally walked on shaky legs toward the bathroom, she glanced at the battery-operated clock on Liam’s dresser because the room was so dim. It wasn’t even six in the evening yet. The full force of the storm must be over the island.
They each took a turn in the bathroom, and then Liam threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and left the room. Within a few minutes, the TV came back as did the lights in the bathroom. Estevan turned off the TV. “I know he wants to save the generator for non-essentials.”
She checked her phone. “Cell towers are still standing. I can get online. Here’s the radar image.” She held up the phone and Estevan whistled. “It’s gotten bigger. And it’s here earlier than they said it would be. Do you think the security guards at Phoebe’s Playthings are all right?”
Liam returned to the room as she finished her question. “I’m sure they left as soon as we did. When I returned your visitor’s badge, he said we were the only ones in the building.”
“Oh good.” She held up the phone for Liam. “Look how big it is.”
“Yeah. We could be stuck in this house for days.”
His grin made her sore pussy wet all over again, and she giggled when he took the phone from her hands, tossed it on the bed, and then crawled on top of her. “I can’t get enough of you.” Liam planted kisses up and down her neck as he dry-humped her leg. Jade was laughing so hard she could barely breathe, but she loved every second of it.
“You’re pathetic,” said Estevan. “And I’m going to get more food.”
Liam sighed heavily and sat up. “We do need to eat. I’m starving. And we’d better light some candles.”
“How long will your generator last?”
He smiled down at her. “Don’t you worry about that. It’s a commercial grade one, like businesses use. I have enough propane to keep it running for three days if I have to. But I really only care about keeping the AC and refrigerator running right now, and I think candles will be more romantic, don’t you?”