by Zara Chase
Cody’s appearance hadn’t caused him to move. Instead, he lazily ran a finger across both her tits where they hung out the top of her bra—the only item of clothing she still half wore. She glanced up at Cody, who had his gaze fixed on her breasts as well. The large bulge in the front of his pants told her that he approved.
She felt empowered by all that it implied. Jason had always been at her to lose weight. All the other women she worked with in London had been stick thin, and she’d really believed she was the elephant in the room. Perhaps that’s why she’d clung to Jason for so long and put up with all the crap he threw at her. The way these two Adonises were looking at her with unabashed admiration made her think she might not be so bad after all.
Zac hadn’t given her a mercy fuck. He’d screwed her because he wanted to, and Cody obviously did, too. Was Zac serious about her taking them both? She moistened her lips, inexorably excited by the prospect. She’d tried being straightlaced, and it had gotten her nowhere. If Zac really was serious, then it was time to have some fun.
“Looks like we’ve found ourselves a new playmate,” Zac said to Cody, as though reading her mind.
Cody’s eyes widened. “Welcome to paradise, babe,” he said.
Zac finally levered himself upright. He extended a hand and helped her up, too. As soon as she was on her feet he unfastened her bra.
“That looked kinda uncomfortable,” he said, kissing her nape.
“Looked pretty good to me,” Cody remarked, hands jiggling in his pockets as though readjusting his cock and making himself more comfortable.
Justine smiled at him. “Glad to oblige.”
He chuckled. “Just so you know, you’ll be obliging me later.”
She batted her lashes at him. “I have to wait until later?”
“Anticipation’s half the fun.”
“Hit the shower, babe,” Zac said. “I’ll see the workmen off and then Cody can cook us a feast.”
“Er…” Justine wiggled her butt at him.
“Leave it where it is. If it’s okay with you, then it’ll be up to Cody to decide when it can be removed.”
Justine nodded. “Seems only fair, seeing as how you put it in.”
She noticed the men exchange a loaded glance as she gathered up her scattered clothes, peeped round the door to make sure there were no workmen lingering in the corridor, and dashed across to her room. The plug had warmed up inside her butt and sent thrilling pulsations through her as she moved. She figured it must be okay to shower with it in place. Too bad if it wasn’t because no way would she voluntarily remove it and deprive herself of the pleasure it gave her.
Justine took her time getting ready, reliving the interlude with Zac inside her head as she did so. She tried to dry herself off after the shower, but every time she thought about what they’d just done, her pussy leaked and the plug seemed to get even hotter. Hell, she couldn’t go down like this. Still naked, she lay on her bed and, knees bent, spread her legs wide. With one hand she shoved at the end of plug, sending it deeper into her anus whilst the fingers of the other played with her clit. She didn’t have a vibrator, so her fingers would just have to do.
Imagining it was Zac’s huge cock splitting her in two, she shoved four fingers inside her cunt, whilst her thumb agitated her clit. She lifted her hips and moved aggressively, panting as pleasure built, sending sensation rocketing through her body. She cried out as she came, juices sliding from her sodden pussy and trickling down her buttocks. Damn it, she’d need another shower now.
Clean once again, she wondered what to wear. Since her interview, they’d not seen her in anything other than jeans and old tops. Tonight would be different. But just how different did she dare to be?
Have the courage of your convictions, girl!
They both seemed to like her tits, so she’d give them a show. Smiling, she delved to the bottom of her underwear drawer and withdrew a basque that someone gave her as a present years ago. It was too small for her so she’d hardly ever worn it. She struggled into the lacy skin-tone straightjacket and pulled the laces as tight as she could stand them. Justine, just about able to breathe still, glanced in the mirror and giggled. Her breasts spilled out of cups that only just covered her areolas.
“At least the press-stud gusset keeps the plug in place,” she said aloud.
Justine found a straight shift dress and pulled it over her head. It finished just above her knees and the fabric was thin enough to give a clear indication of what she wore beneath it. She figured it looked pretty sexy. She pushed her feet into mules with four-inch heels, brushed her hair out and left it loose round her shoulders. She even dabbed on a hint of eye make-up and lip gloss and examined the results of her labours with a critical eye.
“Not bad,” she conceded.
All out of excuses to delay, she took a deep breath, threw back her shoulders, and headed for the door.
“Here we go.”
“You made it at last,” Cody said when she arrived in the kitchen. He was stirring a pot of something on the stove and only glanced away from it briefly when she walked in.
“Fucking hell!” Zac emitted a low whistle and simply stared at her.
“You like?”
Cody turned away from the stove, dropped his spoon into the saucepan, and did a double take. “We most definitely like.”
“Let’s get you some wine.”
Zac extracted a bottle of white from the fridge and poured her a glass.
“Thanks.”
Justine sat at the kitchen table with her drink and watched Cody at work. Zac sat with her, drinking from a bottle of beer. He didn’t say anything, which unnerved her, forcing her into making conversation.
“I’ve almost finished sorting through the boxes,” she said. “If you want to bring the rest down, I can make a start on them as well.”
“Found anything interesting?” Zac asked a little too casually, Justine thought.
“I haven’t really started looking yet. I need to get all the boxes emptied out first and everything put in the right piles. Then it will be time to delve.”
“Here we go.” Cody placed serving dishes filled with shrimp curry and rice on the table. “Help yourself, babe.”
“You made this from scratch?” Justine was impressed.
“Sure. It’s not so hard. Probably looks more impressive than it actually is.”
“It’s how it tastes that counts,” Zac said, trying it. “Hmm, not bad.”
Justine tasted hers. “It’s lovely.” She almost spilt sauce on her dress, only just catching it in time with her napkin. “Whoops!”
“Best take it off,” Zac said. “Wouldn’t want to ruin that pretty outfit. Besides, I think you want us to see what’s under it.”
Justine hesitated, wondering if he was serious. Cody tapped her thigh under the table. “Do it now,” he said in a tone that brooked no argument.
“Yes, all right.”
Justine lowered her eyes and stood up. She moved away from the table to a place where both men would have a good view. Then she grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. She tossed it aside, shook her hair away from her face, and stood there wearing nothing but her basque, four-inch heels, and a come-get-me smile.
“Very nice!” they said in unison.
“Touch your tits, Justine,” Cody said. “There’s something about a well-endowed woman playing with herself that does it for me.”
Justine did as he asked, rubbing her thumbs over her solid nipples and using her palms to mould the outsides of her breasts, squeezing them together. One nipple slipped free of its cup and she giggled and she squashed it back down. Both men appeared to have lost interest in eating and watched her intently instead.
“Does it feel good?” Cody asked.
“If feels good because you’re both watching me.”
Cody smiled. “You like having an audience?”
“I think so. I’ve never been watched before.”
“Then you
’re a natural sub,” Zac said, “and the three of us are gonna have a whole heap of fun.”
Fun? Was that all it was to him, Justine wondered, telling herself to get a grip. What else could she really expect?
“Sure,” she said lightly.
“Is your pussy wet?” Cody asked, rubbing a sizeable erection through the fabric of his pants.
“Dripping. And the plug in my butt’s red-hot.” She flashed a smile. “Wanna find out for yourself?”
Cody laughed. “All in good time. Come and finish your supper, babe. Once you have, you’re all mine.”
“We’re almost certainly going back to the States tomorrow,” Zac said in an abrupt change of subject.
“Oh, I didn’t realize it was definite.”
“Only for a week. It might not happen.” He checked his watch. “I have a conference call in an hour’s time and might be able to sort the problems without leaving England. If not, we’re out of here first thing tomorrow.”
Justine hated the thought of being alone in this big barn of a house. She’d gotten used to them being there, even though she didn’t see much of them. Still, she wouldn’t be alone, she reminded herself. There were builders crawling all over the place, and it was only a week they were talking about.
“What would you like me to do to you when we’ve finished eating?” Cody asked.
Justine blinked back her surprise. He spoke as casually as though they were discussing the weather. “Whatever gives you pleasure,” she said, her tone matching his for calmness, even if her heart was racing and her nipples had hardened in painful anticipation.
“She’d like to be tied up and spanked,” Zac said for her.
“Is that right?” Cody’s sexy smile went straight to Justine’s pussy. She rubbed her thighs together beneath the table and pushed her butt more firmly into her seat, hoping to drive the plug a little deeper. “You been misbehaving, Justine?”
“Yes,” she said when she realized he was waiting for an answer. “Yes, I need to be chastised.”
“Chastised and then fucked,” Cody said, grinning at her.
It took Justine a while to realize that they weren’t quite as relaxed as they made out. They certainly finished their food quickly and stacked the dishwasher in record time.
“Duty calls.” Zac waved at Justine and disappeared into his office for his conference call. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he called out over his shoulder.
Cody held out his hand to her and rolled his eyes at Zac. “As if!”
“You sure you’ve over the jerk?” Cody asked as they walked upstairs. “Zac told me he called and said he wanted you back, which got you all upset.”
“I guess there’ll always be a part of me that won’t be over him,” she said with patent honesty. “But I can also see him now for what he really is.”
“Which means?” Cody paused at the door to the lounge and fixed her with sharp gaze. “Zac and I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
She smiled. “I think it’s more a case of the other way round.”
“Well, if you’re sure.”
“Absolutely certain.”
Justine had hoped they’d go to his bedroom, but Cody obviously had something else in mind. He ushered her into the lounge and kicked the door closed behind him. His arms caught her round the waist from behind, and her ass crashed into his body. He pushed her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck, his tongue lingering and swirling, sending shivers down her spine. Then her turned her to face him and kissed her. His kiss was deep and hard, like he meant business. Placing his hands on the globes of her ass, he pulled her against him as his mouth plundered hers. She felt an impressive erection pushing into her stomach. Raw carnality ripped through her as he crushed her lips with hungry urgency, the fingers of one hand leaving her ass to creep round the side of the basque’s gusset and tantalize her pussy.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you and touch you since the first time I saw you,” he said when he broke the kiss.
“What, when I was trying to get Malcolm started?” Justine shook her head. “No way. I was a complete basket case then.”
“You were adorable and sexy as hell in your high heels, with engine oil all over your face.”
Justine playfully nipped at his lower lip. “I didn’t think you were so bad, as it happens, but it never occurred to me that you’d be interested in a great oaf like me.”
Cody shook his head. “You’re gonna have to get over this hang-up about your weight. You’re absolutely perfect just the way you are.”
She offered him a sultry smile. “Prove it to me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He released her and reached into a cupboard. “I got something here you might like.” He flashed what looked like nipple clamps attached to one another with a chain. “Ever tried these before?”
Justine licked her lips and nodded. “Once, years ago.”
“Wanna play again?”
“Absolutely.”
But it seemed that Cody wasn’t in the mood to rush. He dropped to his knees in front of her, his large hands slowly—tantalizingly slowly—working their way up her torso toward her breasts. Justine tossed her head backward and closed her eyes. The warmth of his fingers searing through the fabric of her basque sent heat straight to her pussy. Again! The gusset was now soaking wet and uncomfortable, but she didn’t care. She was more interested in the progress of those skilful hands. Unable to resist, she brought her own hands into play, pushing her breasts together from the sides like she had in the kitchen earlier. Cody had liked it then, but this time he slapped her buttocks hard, causing her to cry out.
“No one said you could touch yourself.”
Justine adored his masterful tone. “Sorry, sir.”
“I’m in control here, Justine, and you’ll do as you’re told.”
Even so, he got the message and finally gave his attention to her tits. One hand delved inside a cup and found a rock-hard nipple. He pinched it between his fingers so hard that it took a moment or two longer than she’d anticipated for the pain to transmute to pleasure. When it did, she gasped, almost overwhelmed with the intensity of the sensation.
“I thought so,” Cody said, sounding very pleased with himself.
He turned her sideways. “Look at yourself in the mirror there,” he said.
He moved behind her, freed both breasts from her basque and gripped the nipples with considerable force. She did as he asked, glanced at her reflection, and gasped for a very different reason. She couldn’t associate the woman behaving so wantonly with herself. The one in the mirror had a flushed face, her lips were full and pouting, and her eyes glowed with wicked passion. But what so astonished her was how her body appeared. Perhaps it was the tightness of the basque, but it almost looked as though she had an hourglass figure, which was just plain ridiculous.
She leaned back against the still–fully clothed Cody and ground her ass against his cock. How long would it be before she finally got to touch it and feel it inside her? Zac had only fucked her a couple of hours ago. She came three times for him, once more when she brought herself off, and was already desperate for more. Jason had never made her feel like this. For all that he was trendy and popular, he lacked imagination in the bedroom. With her tastes, how come she hadn’t minded? Probably because of her hang-ups about her appearance, she supposed. Jason was quite a catch, or so she’d been led to believe, and she’d gotten used to vanilla sex that was over with very quickly, leaving her feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.
“Like what you see?” he asked, his tongue tickling her ear as he spoke.
“I’d like it more if I could see you.”
He tapped her butt. “All in good time.”
His hands went to work on her nipples again, and this time it was him who ground his cock into her ass. Each time she moved a muscle he chastised her.
“If you move again, I’ll stop touching you.”
She knew he meant it because Doms got off on being obeyed absol
utely. Justine immediately stilled, willing him to carry on with the torture. He didn’t disappoint. With one of his hands still gouging a breast, she watched in the mirror as he released his belt and unzipped his pants. A huge erection sprang free, and she instinctively opened her legs a little so that it could nestle between them.
“That what you want, babe?”
She was panting with need. “Yes, you know it is.”
“Where do you want it?”
“Can I touch it?”
“Be my guest.”
Justine reached for him. He groaned as her fingers closed around his length and exerted enough pressure to make him expand even more.
“Taste it,” he said, placing a hand on top of her head and forcing her to her knees. “Wrap your sweet lips round it, babe.”
Justine willingly sucked his massive cock into her mouth, her tongue tantalizing his slit as her hands closed about his balls. She took him all the way to the back of her throat and then let him go again, repeating the process until Cody abruptly withdrew.
Ah, so Mr. Cool isn’t quite so in control as he’d have me believe.
“Where do you want it now?” he asked, his voice thick and husky.
“My ass. I like taking it up the ass, but you’re big. I might not be able to—”
Cody dismissed her fears with a casual laugh. “That plug should have distended you enough by now.”
His hands left her as he stepped out of his clothes and reached for the nipple clamps. He attached them carefully, clearly worried about hurting her, but the only pain Justine felt was desperation.
“The sensation’s going to kill me,” she said on a tortured breath when the clamps were in place, burning her.
“Get used to it because I haven’t even started with you yet. You have to learn to be patient.”
He rasped his tongue over first one sensitised nipple and then the other. Justine wanted to grasp the breast he was attending to and push it harder into his mouth but she knew better than to be proactive.
“Bite it, Cody,” she said, squirming. “I need you to bite it.”