RIDE: The Complete Delancey Brothers Trilogy

by Joanna Blake

  Angie was shaking her head no, looking frantic. I nodded, dropping it back in the drawer.

  "Okay sweetheart, we can save that for later."

  "You can't do this Jackson. You can't just tie me up and fuck me!"

  I smiled at her, rolling my sleeves up.

  "Who said anything about fucking?"

  Well, that seemed to do the trick. She was utterly silent as I used a pair of scissors to cut her dress off of her. I inhaled sharply at the sight of her bare pussy and tits. She had come prepared, or rather, unprepared. I suspected I had my brother's girlfriends to thank for that.

  "You have a dirty little mind Angelina. I'm about to see how naughty you really are. I've been planning this for a while."

  SNAP

  I caught her left foot and attached it to the bottom of the bed. She was frantically trying to pull her right leg away but I grabbed it easily, spreading her wide. I grinned and ran my hand over her body possessively.

  "You really have no one to blame but yourself."

  I unbuttoned my shirt a little and went to the fridge to grab a bottle of cold water. I took a sip and held it up, a question in my eyes.

  "You sure? It's important to stay hydrating when... exerting yourself."

  She was breathing heavily, not saying a word. I shrugged and put the water down.

  I walked over to the drawer and pulled out a few more things I'd found online. I thought it was best to try them out one at a time, so she didn't get overwhelmed. Plus I was looking forward to really exploring each toy, dragging it out for maximum pleasure.

  Mine, not hers.

  I brought them over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it. I stared down at her delicious naked body and smiled politely.

  "I didn't know what to get, so I got everything."

  Her eyes widened as I held up a hand held massager, a pair of nipple clamps and a long thin feather.

  "Where should we start?"

  Angelina

  "Hmmmffff!"

  I was wiggling around on the bed, trying to get away from the feather. Jackson was slowly dragging it over my skin, paying special attention to my nipples.

  And my armpits. He was trying to tickle me into submission. It was working.

  If I could have talked I would have begged for mercy. I would have promised him anything. If he would just please, for the love of God, stop this torture.

  I squirmed around frantically, trying to get away from the feather. Meanwhile, I was also trying to get closer to the vibrator held lightly against my clit.

  Jackson Delancey was very coordinated. In fact, I was pretty sure the bastard was ambidextrous. I wondered randomly if he played the piano.

  Judging from the way he used his hands on me, he would be very, very good at it.

  He put the feather down. Unfortunately he put the vibrator down as well. I moaned, my hips rocking helplessly on the bed. My pussy had never felt so empty and unfulfilled in my life.

  He held up two wicked looking little clamps.

  "Should we try these? They look like they might hurt but I want to try everything... You tell me if they hurt okay?"

  I shook my head no but he just smiled benignly. I watched as he crossed the room to the mini fridge and pulled out an ice cube tray. He was still fully dressed and I was naked and sweating, spread eagle on his bed.

  I stared as he came back with an ice cube in each hand. He rubbed them on my nipples until they were rock hard. Then he played with them awhile, warming them up with his lips and hands.

  I was close to coming just from that. But he stopped whenever I got close. He seemed to have some sort of sixth sense for orgasms.

  Again and again he used hot and cold on my nipples. I was beside myself at this point, unable to think or do anything but feel. After a while the ice was completely gone. He leaned down and started to apply the clamps to my nipples.

  I tried to move away but he held me firmly. It was obvious that he barely had to exert himself to do it too. That only made it more humiliating.

  He tilted his head, admiring his handiwork. Then his hand slid down and started to toy with my folds. His hand was still chilly from the ice but that didn't make it feel any less exquisite. I moaned in ecstasy.

  "Does it hurt?"

  I tried to nod but I couldn't, too distracted by what his hands were doing to my pussy. It felt good. Way too good. It felt-

  He stopped. I watched as he walked back to the other side of the room and opened his drawer again. I was coming to realize that he had filled it with sex toys. All of them brand new, washed and there just for me.

  He'd told me so at the beginning. He hadn't wanted me to worry about hygiene. He also made it a point to tell me that it was I who had driven him to such extremes. That he wasn't a man whore who did this with other women.

  He also made it clear that I wasn't leaving this room until I agreed to a permanent arrangement.

  I was so horny right now I would agree to anything. I moaned. I was pretty sure that was the plan.

  "What the hell is this thing?"

  He turned something over in his hands.

  "Oh right, a butt plug."

  My eyes grew wide and I shook my head in desperation. I tried to shout but there was no way he could hear me around the rubber ball gag he'd put into my mouth about an hour ago.

  Or was it two hours?

  It felt like a year.

  A year of being brought to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to be cruelly denied.

  Jackson was true to his word though.

  He had not tried to fuck me.

  He walked over towards me, squirting a tiny bit of lube onto the shiny black plug. It wasn't too big. Maybe the size of two fingers. But I'd never had anyone touch me there before.

  I had a boyfriend or two who tried, but I had never been interested.

  Of course, there was no way for me to tell him that.

  He put the plug on the bedside table and lifted my hips, placing a pillow underneath them. I gasped as he kissed my pussy lips for a minute. Then he sighed and shook his head.

  "You are delicious but I can't. Not yet. You've been bad Angie. I have to teach you a lesson."

  I groaned.

  "Now, let's see how this feels..."

  He pressed the cool tip of the plug against my anus. I tensed up at the feeling of it. He didn't force it in. He just waited for me to relax. After a while he picked up the feather again. He dragged it over my belly to tickle my pussy lips with the lightest touch.

  It took about two seconds for him to slide the plug home after that.

  Now I was plugged, spread eagle, with nipple clamps while he dragged a feather up and down my thighs.

  I had thought it couldn't get any worse.

  I was wrong.

  It was three hours later when everything changed. He'd rearranged my position on the bed twice without untying me.

  The first time was to use a paddle on my ass.

  He'd spanked me lightly, each smack sending the plug further into my ass.

  Lastr he'd done it to turn the plug on.

  The damn thing vibrated.

  I was on the brink of the 40th or 50th orgasm he'd denied me when he took mercy on me and took out the gag.

  "Are you hungry?"

  I shook my head.

  "Thirsty?"

  I nodded and he fed me a sip of water.

  "Is there anything else you want?"

  I nodded.

  "Tell me Angie. What do you want?"

  "You. Please Jackson..."

  I sighed with relief as Jackson stood and took his clothes off.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jackson

  "Is this what you want?"

  Angie was staring at my cock as I stroked it, standing beside the bed. She was breathing heavily, her eyes glazed with lust. She looked like a sex starved warrior princess, all wild, beautiful and eager.

  Not eager. Desperate.

  I smirked. I liked her like this. I like
d it a lot.

  Sweat gleamed on her skin from the exertion of the past few hours.

  I'd put her through her paces alright. And then some. I wasn't even close to being finishing. But I was tired of waiting for my own release. I had waited too long, and now I was ready to burst.

  I was done with phase one. Now it was time for phase two.

  "Angie? Is this what you want?"

  She moaned incoherently and nodded. I chuckled. I had done this to her. She was just one big mass of lust at this point. I could have done anything to her at this moment.

  "Alright. But you need to do something for me first."

  I walked back to the drawer and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. I stood by the bed, reading it to her.

  "I, Angelina Randall, being of sound mind and body, agree to provide sexual comfort and services to Jackson Delancey, whenever and wherever he sees fit. I will not provide these services to any other parties. I will belong to him body and soul. This includes my womb, which is at his disposal. I will give him a child of my body."

  I lifted the pen and amended that.

  "As many children as he wants."

  She was listening I thought, but I couldn't be sure. She was staring at my cock with her mouth slightly open. It was sexy as hell. But this needed to be settled once and for all.

  "I will be obedient in all things."

  I smirked at her when I read that part.

  "In return I will be cared for and given the greatest pleasure of my life."

  I paused, waiting to see if she was paying attention. She was.

  "I was going to get a notary in here to witness this, but I think this would hold water in court."

  "In- what?"

  I held out a pen.

  "Are you going to sign it? Or I could get the feather out again?"

  "No! Please God no..."

  I laughed at the desperation in her voice. She really would have signed anything at this point. I knew the letter wasn't really legally binding, but I thought it would be useful for blackmail purposes at least.

  Plus, I had a feeling that Angie's sense of honor was strong enough that she'd stick to her end of the bargain.

  "You have to sign this if you want me to finish you off sweetheart."

  She stared at the pen in my hand, nodding. She looked like she had never seen a pen before. I placed it in her hand, and held the paper up to it. She made an effort to sign it, but I admit I helped her along a bit.

  Yes, definitely not legally binding. But she didn't know that. At the moment, I doubted she could put two and two together.

  "There you go... that's a good girl..."

  I folded the paper and took it over to the painting that hid my wall safe. I entered the code and put the paper inside, closing it firmly again. Then I climbed onto the bed and reached for her bottom.

  "Now... let's see if this thing goes up any higher..."

  She gasped as the plug in her life started buzzing furiously. I grinned. That was just going to make this that much more intense for her.

  Everything I had planned was working out perfectly.

  I held my shaft, stroking it up and down her trembling pussy lips. She was soaking wet and beyond ready. I reached up and pulled the nipple clamps off gently as I pushed my cock slowly inside her. She came immediately, her pussy clamping down on me like a vise.

  I held still, letting her orgasm fade. She groaned in frustration. Then I started to move.

  Every time she starting to come, I stopped.

  "Are you going to hold to our agreement Angie?"

  "Ye-yes! Oh God please-"

  I sat up, my thighs under her ass. Now she was really lifted and exposed to me. I picked up the vibrator I'd used on her earlier on a low speed.

  I turned it up.

  "You're mine. Say it."

  "Yes!"

  "I need to hear the words Angie. You are mine."

  I waited, my cock still inside her. I noticed that she was drooling a little bit. I smiled.

  "Say it Angie."

  "I'm yours!"

  "You belong to me."

  "I belong to you."

  "No more running. Promise me."

  "Yes! I swear!"

  I lowered the vibrator to her clit as I started to rock my hips gently in and out of her tight little pussy. She screamed as her body convulsed violently, shaking the bed. I didn't stop. I fucked her slowly, keeping her orgasm going.

  And going... and going...

  She was whimpering now as wave after wave hit her. She'd begged me to let her come. Now she was going to have to beg me to let her stop coming.

  I picked up my pace a bit, pulling the vibrator away. I grunted as she squeezed my cock. It was the most glorious feeling I'd had in my life.

  I lowered the vibe to her clit again.

  "AHHHHHH!!!!"

  I was grinning as I fucked her harder now, pushing into her pulsating pussy again and again. I was pretty sure even the white noise machine wouldn't mask the sound of the noises she was making.

  "Fuck Angie. You are going to make me come."

  I stopped, pulling almost out of her. Then I plunged in, pumping my cock into her as my seed erupted from my tip. I screamed then, almost as loud as Angie.

  I bent over her body, kissing her red nipples. Then I leaned up and slowly pulled out.

  But not before I put the nipple clamps back on.

  Angelina

  "Had enough?"

  "Hmm hmmmfff... yes..."

  I was on the bed, still tied. I had thought it was over. I was wrong.

  So so wrong.

  He'd finished. Then he'd made me come again, using his tongue and the vibrator. And again. And again.

  No matter how I begged, he wouldn't stop making me come.

  I'd lost count of how many orgasms I'd had long ago. I was exhausted. Spent.

  I had given myself to him completely. I felt totally submissive.

  I felt owned.

  "Are you going to keep our bargain Angie?"

  He held the vibrator against my clit, turning it up higher. I started to come again. So hard it almost hurt.

  "Yes! Oh God please-"

  He kissed my pussy, sliding his tongue between my lips. I bucked wildly on the bed, shuddering in agonized ecstasy. He didn't stop until the trembling started to fade.

  "Good girl."

  I was drifting off as I heard the sound of a key turning in a lock. Suddenly my arm was loose and he was rubbing my wrist, kissing it tenderly. He repeated the process with each limb. I was free.

  I realized I could run. I could try and leave.

  But I didn't.

  I let him pick me up and carry me to the bathroom. He held me in his arms as he turned the shower on. I felt him pull the plug from my bottom. I sagged against him in relief. I felt empty without it somehow.

  I was also more relaxed than I'd been in my entire life.

  "You have more stamina than I imagined Angelina. I'm proud of you."

  He kissed my neck as the hot water started to sluice over my tender skin. I moaned at the feeling of his rough hands, soft lips and the pressure from the water. He soaped me up, his calloused palms scraping my nipples.

  Jackson was very, very thorough.

  By the time he carried me back into the bedroom I was nearly asleep. He laid me on the bed and rolled me to my side. I felt his cock press against the small of my back as he nuzzled my ear.

  He was hard again.

  What he said made my eyes open wide again.

  "I'm not quite ready to let you sleep. Just relax. I will be gentle this time princess. Then you can rest a little while before we begin again."

  I heard him apply something to his cock, rubbing it over himself thoroughly. Then I felt the lubed up tip of his cock pressing into my anus. His hand was on my hip, the other hand reaching forward to grab my hands. He held them above my head as he started to slide inside me.

  It was such strange feeling, such a tight fit. But he slid in m
uch easier than I would have imagined, given his size and my lack of experience. I had never had any interest in anal sex. I would have told him so, but something stopped me.

  He wanted this.

  And I was completely under his power.

  "Hmmfff... God Angie you feel good. I'm the first aren't I?"

  I nodded.

  "Tell me. I need to hear it. Am I the first to take you this way?"

  My voice was soft and meek as I answered him. I barely recognized the sound of it.

  "Yes, you are the first."

  He grunted as he started to make small thrusts, pushing his cock in deeper every time. It felt... better than I expected it to. Especially when he reached forward to play with my nipples.

  I whimpered, my pussy suddenly feeling empty. I wanted him there instead. He chuckled against my ear, making me sure he knew it too.

  "I think you've come enough for now. Remember that. I control when you come and how much, or how little."

  His hand snuck down to my clit, teasing it softly. I moaned in frustration. He just kissed my cheek and moved his hand away.

  Then he got down to business.

  In and out, he fucked my ass in long, slow, deep thrusts. It seemed to go on forever. He stroked and teased me from time to time but he was focused on his pleasure. On his cock as it slowly and thoroughly took my ass.

  "This is mine... all mine."

  "Please Jackson..."

  "Hush princess, you had your turn..."

  I rocked my hips against him helplessly, feeling the pressure of an orgasm building. He stopped, looking down at me.

  "Angie- are you close?"

  "Oh God- yes-"

  "Hmmm... very interesting sweetheart. I didn't know you could come this way. I'm not sure I should let you."

  He traced his fingers over my belly to my pussy. He circled my clit a few times, not moving his cock at all.

  "I don't want to stop. But I don't think you've earned another orgasm yet."

  I arched against him, trying to pull him deeper into my ass. He chuckled and bit me.

  "I don't think so."

  Then he pulled out. I felt him stroking himself behind me. I looked backwards at him. He was jacking himself off.

  "No!"

  "Hmmfff... I was already so close. If you are a good girl, I will give you more later."