End Zone (Game Plan Series Book 3)

by Breanna Hayse

  “Bryon …” she began.

  “Be quiet. When I want you to speak, then I’ll tell you. Thanks,” he said to his brother, taking the item handed to him. He balanced the long handle in his left hand and stroked the thick, eighteen-inch-long strap studded with holes. “Who am I, Cassandra?”

  “My Daddy?”

  “Daddies don’t do these things to their Little Girls in our world. Who am I when we are like this?”

  “Like what? Mean?” Rob’s chuckle earned a nasty look from his brother. Cassie’s lower lip started to quiver. “It’s not funny, Rob. Don’t laugh at me.”

  “I’m not laughing at you, so cool your jets and let me explain. After what’s happened this last week, starting with Glenn stripping your confidence in your Little and ending with giving back your engagement ring, Bryon and I realized that you need more stability and reassurance if we are going to succeed in this dynamic as a family. The jealousy and self-doubt will hurt all of us, but we can’t resolve those things with our words. You respond to action, and that’s what we’re giving you.”

  Her face fell in defeat. She didn’t have anything left to fight back, let alone play guessing games. “I don’t know what you want from me, and I keep saying all the wrong things. I feel so lost.”

  Rob squatted next to her as Bryon stroked her hair. “You’re not lost. We’re here to guide and direct you. Bryon and I want your obedience. We want your submission. We want your trust. When we appear to you dressed like this, it will be your cue to get on your knees and wait for our instruction.”

  “So, black jeans and no shirts mean that I’ll be caged and fucked?” A little twinge of sarcasm crept into her voice. Rob didn’t even blink.

  “That’s very possible. You gave your consent for us to assume the function of Dominants in your life, without limits. Has that consent changed?”

  “No, but …”

  “No, Sir,” Bryon corrected. “You will exercise proper protocol when in this role.”

  “Who are you and what have you done to Bryon?” Cassie asked.

  “This is the other side of Bryon that you will either love or hate. The only time I’ve gotten to see it in full force was when we’ve visited Graye Manor. Until now, he hasn’t had a reason to expose it.”

  “Does this mean you’re going to be fucking that girl if you let him fuck me?” Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared at Rob.

  “I’m holding a prison strap in my hand right now. Are you going to push me to use it as punishment instead of pleasure?” Bryon asked as he loomed over her body.

  Rob held up his hand. “Her question is legitimate, although the wording requires some rephrasing. Try it again, Cassandra.”

  She gulped, looking back and forth between them. Rob, who was typically regarded as the strictest of the two, was showing remarkable patience and restraint.

  “Are you being nice because I broke off our engagement and you just want me back?”

  “The ring is on your finger, and the engagement was never ended. I’m trying to ease you into the next phase of this lifestyle so that you don’t get scared and run off like you always do when your insecurities are triggered. Now rephrase your question and do it politely.”

  Cassie wished that she could just disappear into the woodwork. Bryon’s scoldings always left her feeling guilty, but Rob’s made her feel vulnerable and exposed. She bit her lower lip. “I wanted to know if you were going to have sex with Krissy since you are letting Bryon have sex with me.”

  “Do you want me to?”

  “Not really. I don’t care if you touch her if I know about it, but your cock is mine, and I don’t want it going anywhere except in me. I’m sure she’d feel the same way about Bryon.”

  “Actually, she doesn’t. Like you, she wants to know, but she also wants to be allowed to watch,” Bryon stated.

  “Watch? Like as in when we have sex?” Cassie’s mouth dropped open again. “She’s kinkier than I am.”

  “She might like to join in with some things, like side-by-side strappings.” He tried to keep a straight face. “Speaking of which, I want to paint some pretty stripes on that pretty ass. Rob? If you don’t mind, would you flip her over the side of the bed and stretch her arms for me?”

  “I don’t mind at all.”

  “I do! No! That thing will kill me!”

  “She told me ‘no’ again. I’d ask you to grab some of that ginger, but I’m afraid she’d like it. Stretch her more.”

  Her cuffed hands were held firmly on the mattress, stretching her torso as Bryon lifted her hips to place several pillows beneath them. She whimpered as he attached a spreader bar to her ankles, forcing her legs apart.

  “Don’t hold your breath,” he warned. Despite his instruction, her breath was captured in her lungs the second she felt the cool leather touch her flesh. The strap sailed across her protruding cheeks, and she lifted her head with a hiss as the pain sunk into her body. Rob kneeled on the floor and firmly held her hands to keep her in position. A tiny smile covered his face as he watched her reaction.

  A second lash landed a tiny bit lower than the first, this time burning as it cut into her flesh. A yowl filled the room as she tried helplessly to turn from the next blow.

  “Breathe,” Rob whispered, his eyes glittering as the crack of leather meeting flesh resounded through the room. “Embrace the pain. Don’t fight it. You know how to do it.”

  “I can’t take anymore,” she panted. Tears rolled down her cheeks as another full forced blow wrapped across the crown of her ass.

  “You’ll take whatever we want you to take.”

  Cassie’s protests turned into weeping as the strap fell cleanly across her sits-pots. Bryon didn’t pause this time and repeated the strike in the same place twice more. She forced her body to relax into the pillows and readied herself to absorb the next lash. Embrace the pain. Don’t fight it. The pain shifted, and she began to mewl in the back of her throat and slowly sway her bottom, hinting for more.

  “She’s there,” Rob said. “Let’s see how far you can take her.”

  Her head spun as the sensation of pain melded with pleasure, and the juices of her pussy poured down her thighs. With the spreader bar, she couldn’t do what she wanted—bring her knees on the bed and hold her ass high in the air like a bitch in heat. She began to rub against the pillows, her mind drifting in the sea of endorphins and aware of neither time nor place, just sensation.

  “Say it, Cassandra,” Bryon commanded as his strap left another welt in its wake.

  “Please …” she panted breathlessly, her body aching to be filled. The strap crossed the backs of her thighs, knocking her out of the trance. She cried out in pain, once again aware of her surroundings.

  “Say it!” The man’s low voice issued his demand as the strap fell in a wide arc over the crimson globes.

  “Fuck me! Please, fuck me,” she sobbed.

  “No. Not yet,” Bryon lifted the spreader bar to the edge of the mattress and locking the ends in place with chains attached to the columns on the opposite side. This restraining system, coupled with Rob’s iron grip on her wrists, spread her wide before Bryon’s eyes and the sense of vulnerability racked over her body even more than the pain. Her need to feel the intimacy of a cock being driven inside of her sparked every nerve of her body.

  “Please, don’t leave me hanging. I need … I need it all.”

  “Say it, Cassandra, and don’t you dare come.” The strap cracked again as her body began to tighten with the oncoming orgasm.

  “I want both of you. I want one of you in my pussy and the other in my ass. I want to be fucked hard and deep.” Sweat poured down her face as she fought back the orgasm.

  “You won’t be able to take both of us. We’re too big,” Rob warned her.

  “I don’t care! Fuck me, dammit!”

  Bryon tossed the strap to the side and, without warning, plunged his rigid cock straight into her open, wet slit. The shock of the penetration elicited a primal sc
ream which turned into loud grunts as his heavy balls slapped against her hot, tender ass.

  “She’s so tight,” Bryon groaned, burying his massive manhood inside of her. “Let’s give her what she wants.”

  “I’ll take her ass. I don’t want her to tear,” Rob said, releasing Cassie’s hands. Bryon pulled out and unhooked the spreader bar from her ankles. He then slid onto the bed and lowered her to ride his cock, impaling her as his brother positioned himself.

  Cassie’s eyes rolled back as Rob’s lubricated fingers worked their way into her asshole. She was so close to coming and clung to the edge. Bryon held her still as Rob carefully eased his stiff rod past the tight muscles of her ass.

  “Ow!” she shrieked as he worked his way inside. He had been right about their size—she felt like she would be torn in half—but it didn’t relieve her desire. She dug her nails into Bryon’s shoulders as the cocks slid back and forth in alternating strokes.

  “I’m so close. Please, let me come.” She was breathless as her hands braced against Bryon’s wide chest.

  “Hold on, Baby. I’m almost there,” Rob grunted as his pounding strokes increased in speed.

  “Go! Now!” Bryon growled between clenched teeth.

  Cassie released a string of profanity as her pussy and ass were filled with hot, spewing cum. She climaxed with them, opening her body to swallow them deeper inside. The orgasm touched every inch of her flesh and felt as though she had been thrown into a vat of boiling water and then sprayed with snow.

  “Holy shit,” she finally whispered as both cocks slid from her well-stretched body and she slipped off Bryon and crumpled on the bed. “What the fuck was that?”

  Both men collapsed on either side of her and panted as they stared at the ceiling.

  “Sex is never going to be the same after this,” Bryon whispered. “What have we done?”

  “We gave in to our fantasy. I won’t be able to resist the temptation to do this again, Bry.”

  “Me neither. Cass, would you want the two of us again?”

  She placed her hands on their rock-hard abs, smiled and closed her eyes. “What kind of submissive would I be to refuse the needs of my Doms? Bryon?”

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “I love that prison strap. Pull that thing out, and I’ll do anything you want.”

  “Pull this thing out?” he asked, turning towards her. His growing cock slapped her thigh.

  “That wasn’t what I was talking about,” she giggled as she was flipped to her side.

  “Sure, you were,” he whispered hoarsely, spreading her cheeks and finding her tender asshole with the tip of his dick. Holding her hips, he pressed against the soft tissue and slipped inside. She groaned and folded over to give him full access.

  “Rob? Are you going to sleep?” she whispered, placing her mouth on his nipple as the strokes in her ass quickened.

  “Mmm,” he nodded, lazily wrapping his arm around her shoulders and stroked her hair. “I’m tired, but feel free to enjoy yourself.”

  “Party pooper.” Her disappointment didn’t last as Bryon’s fingers played with her sensitive clit.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “You’re awfully quiet. Is everything okay?” Bryon asked Cassie.

  “You wore me out last night, and it hurts to sit,” she grumbled, snuggling under a blanket as she curled up on the back seat of the car.

  “We’ve spanked you much harder than what you got last night. You didn’t even bruise,” Rob stated, glancing at her in the rear-view mirror.

  “Don’t sound so disappointed. It’s not my fault that I have a leather ass. The reason I can’t sit is because I was impaled by two dinosaur dicks over and over and over again. What happened to being tired, Robert?”

  “I couldn’t resist, and you know it.” Rob grinned. “Besides, I can grab some sleep when we get to the Manor.”

  “What about you, Mr. Hard-On? Five times? I thought that was impossible.”

  “I didn’t hear you complain every time I made you come.” Bryon chuckled. “I will admit that I’m a little sore myself, but your ass is irresistible.”

  “Yeah, but five times? That was just your spurting. I lost count of mine. The pussy gets sensitive and starts to hurt after a while, dude.”

  “I guess it’s a good thing that you’re a pain slut,” he teased. “Go to sleep. We don’t want you to be cranky when you meet Dorian.”

  “You guys sound like you’re in a Bromance with this man. What’s so special about him?”

  “He’s the Dominant of the dominants—the king of our community. His contribution to the lifestyle has allowed so many of us to explore and pursue our needs. Many of us have trained under him, too.”

  “Everyone who knows him refers to him as the Whip Master. What he can do with a bullwhip is beyond explanation, especially when he Florentines,” Rob stated.

  “What’s that?”

  “Double whips. He also throws fire plaits. You’ll see,” Bryon added. “Now, go to sleep. You’re going to need your rest.”

  “Are you going to let this stranger do things to me?” Cassie asked suspiciously.

  “We will leave that up to you. He’s the only man I would ever trust to touch you besides Bryon.” Rob reached over his shoulder to invite her to squeeze his hand. “I want you to use this vacation to explore, discover and learn. Bryon and I also have some things to discuss with him about our family.”

  “Like what?”

  “Don’t be nosy. Sleep.” Bryon commanded.

  Cassie snorted. “I let you fuck me until you dropped from exhaustion and now you think you can boss me around?”

  “Sweetheart, I was bossing you around long before I fucked you. That’s something you better not forget. I’m not going to tell you again. Sleep.”

  Grumbling under her breath, she pressed her back to the seat and pulled the blanket over her head so he couldn’t see her smile. She liked this side of Bryon and hoped she would see it more often, especially since she made it clear that the age-play was no longer in the cards.

  ****

  “Are we there yet?” she yawned as Rob lifted her from the car.

  “Not yet. Dorian sent a private plane to take us directly to the Manor. Go back to sleep.”

  “I don’t wanna,” she grumbled, snuggled against his warm body. “I’m cold.”

  “We’ll get you warmed up as soon as we settle down.”

  “I’m hungry.”

  Rob sighed. “Everything will be taken care of shortly. I… Dorian? What are you doing here?”

  “You know I have no patience when it comes to meeting a little morsel. I’m assuming she’s hiding under that blanket. Hello, Little One.” The corner of the blanket was lifted.

  “Leave me alone,” Cassie grumbled, snatching the material and holding it tightly over her head. She couldn’t fight it—his voice brought her instantly to her Little self.

  “Sorry, Dorian. She’s cold and hungry,” Bryon apologized.

  “Never apologize when your Little acts her age. Give her to me.”

  “No! You can’t have me. I’m…”

  “Shh. Relax. I’m just taking you into the plane so we can warm you up and put some food in your tummy, Miss Cranky-Pants.” Dorian’s voice was hypnotizing. “She’s as light as a feather. Gentlemen, you need to put some meat on her bones and plump up this backside.”

  “Believe me; we’ve tried.” Rob snorted. “Her metabolism is as defiant as her attitude.”

  “We can take care of sass without a problem. As for the weight situation, I’ll have our doctor look her over and put her on a diet. There are liquid protein drinks that can help put some pounds on this little bottom.”

  “I’m not sucking on any goddamn bottles!” she spat, her rumpled face emerging to glare. Her heart pounded as she met face to face with the Whip Master himself. Dark eyes framed by long, sooty lashes stared down at her. She shrunk in his hard arms, trying to disappear but unable to pull her gaze away from the Grecia
n features of his rugged, handsome face, raven black hair and strong, square chin. A shiver whispered over her body as she looked at the smooth, plumps lips of his mouth that opened to reveal a shocking white smile.

  “You have a feisty one, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Sometimes a bit too feisty.”

  “I’m not concerned about the feistiness, just the mouth that comes with it.” He tapped Cassie’s lips. “Please mind your tone with me, young lady. We exercise respect in my home.”

  “This isn’t your home; it’s an airplane.”

  Dorian released a loud laugh and hugged her. “And to think that you boys were worried about her Little. It seems just fine to me.”

  “I’m not Little.”

  “You’re as tiny as a speck on the head of a pin. I’m Uncle Dorian.”

  “You’re not my uncle.”

  “Cassandra!” Rob barked.

  “What? He’s not my uncle. I don’t know him or nothing!” She brushed her hair away from her eyes and gave Dorian the ‘look of death.’

  “What a face!” he exclaimed with a squeeze before placing her on the seat of the plane and buckling her in. He removed the ever-present crop from his belt and placed it across his knees as he sat across from her. Leaning forward, he silently studied her body language before speaking. “Let’s put the attitude aside for a minute. I’m not your master nor are you my submissive, so you can’t call me ‘Master.’ I’m your elder and the authority of my home, so it’s inappropriate to call me by just my first name. Since you belong to two of my Doms, that makes you a member of my family and no one in my family calls me Mr. Graye. What’s your solution?”

  Cassie fought back the desire to put her thumb in her mouth. What was happening to her? She didn’t want to feel this transparent and vulnerable, especially with a total stranger, but his power was more than she could resist.

  “I don’t know,” she muttered, hanging her head.

  “Eyes up, munchkin. None of my girls ever look down for any reason, okay? Good girl,” he praised as she lifted her face. “You’re going to call me Uncle Dorian and my wife will be Aunt Merry. Everyone else you may call by their first name, okay?”