by Zara Chase
“How does it make you feel when you think about submitting to us?”
Her blush deepened but she managed to maintain eye contact with Vasco, sensing it was important to do so. They were both prime alpha males but he appeared to be the one in ultimate charge, and so it was him she needed to convince.
“I feel totally turned on by the thought of both of you touching me.” She inhaled sharply. “It’s funny, but not once have I worried about exposing my body to you. That’s what stopped me dating some of the guys who asked. I thought they would be repulsed.” She shared a candid glance between them. “Somehow, I know you two won’t be.”
“Ah, we’re making progress.”
Vasco silenced Ty with a look. “If we do this, then you have to obey every command we give you.”
“Yes, I know.” Hurry up. I so want to get started.
“You call us Sir or Master.” She nodded. “Say it.”
“Yes, Sirs.”
“You keep your eyes downcast when addressing us.” Sorrel dutifully dropped her gaze to the floor, almost panting with expectation. “We shall tie you up, maybe blindfold or gag you. We will spank your ass and teach you how to embrace the pain. Then we will fuck you. Do you understand?”
She swallowed. “Yes, Sirs.”
“Have you sucked cock before?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Hmm,” Ty said. “We’ll teach you to do it properly.”
“Is there anything you won’t do?”
“Well, I’ve never had anal sex. I’m not sure I can—”
“You can and you will. We’ll introduce you to it slowly. Anything else?”
“Well, both of you at once.” She shook her head. “I like the idea, but I’m not sure I can accommodate you.”
“That’s something else we’ll work up to.”
There was a long silence and Sorrel sensed Vasco trying to make up his mind. Please! If they rejected her, she would know they hadn’t meant what they’d said about liking her body and all her insecurities would come flooding back.
“We need a safe word,” he said softly. “Something you will remember easily. If things get too much, you say that word and we stop immediately, without question.” She glanced up and discovered Vasco watching her intently. He had unsnapped his jeans and was slowly fisting the most enormous erection. Holy moly, was that all for her? Her eyes widened in frank appreciation. “What word works for you, sweetheart?”
“Backstabbing.”
They both grinned. “Fine, backstabbing it is.”
Both men stood up and pulled their shirts over their heads. Sorrel drank in the sight of them and gasped. Knowing they had good bodies was one thing. Seeing the evidence with her own eyes was something else entirely. It wasn’t a sight many women got to see at close quarters, and yet she had a legitimate excuse to gawp. Sorrel moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, noticing that Ty had unfastened his jeans too, and sported an erection as large as Vasco’s.
Suddenly filled with doubts about her ability to satisfy them, she hastily returned her gaze to their broad-shouldered, godlike bodies. All taut flesh over hard muscle and chiseled abs, they were lean, toned and intoxicatingly, unquestionably male. Their granite chests tapered to narrow waists and slim hips, from which their jeans hung loose. All that coiled strength, rippling muscles shifting and flexing with their movements, and sheer animal vitality, took Sorrel’s breath away.
“What must I do?” she asked.
“Go and stand over there,” Vasco replied, his voice different now. Hard, commanding, impossible to defy. “Slowly take your dress off for us, but keep your underwear and stockings on and replace your shoes.”
Underwear? Thank heavens she’d thought to wear matching bra and panties. Okay, so the bra had half-inch-wide straps. All of her bras did, out of necessity, but at least they made them with pretty lacy cups in larger sizes nowadays. The guys were sitting side by side on the settee, waiting for her to do as she was told, but she hesitated, suddenly full of self-doubt.
“Remember what we told you about keeping us waiting,” Ty said, in a firm tone that closely matched Vasco’s.
Sorrel hadn’t heard either of them speak with so much forcefulness before. Did they have voices they reserved for such situations? She wasn’t sure, but she did know it was impossible to ignore their commanding, authoritative presence. Impossible not to react to the dark intensity that formed the bedrock of their expressions. Completely beyond her not to yearn for their respect by doing absolutely anything they asked of her. Already she was beginning to appreciate that pleasing them would bring its own rewards, and she so did not want to disappoint them. Her lingering uncertainties evaporated beneath the expectancy in their penetrating gazes, focused squarely and unflinchingly upon her.
Sorrel scampered across the room as though it was on fire.
Chapter Nine
Vasco watched her, wanting her like he couldn’t remember wanting a woman quite so desperately ever before. Breaking in a sub was a first for him and Ty. They always played with women who were into the lifestyle and understood the rules. Sorrel, it seemed, was the exception to that rule, just as she was special in so many other ways. Even so, this was so not a good idea.
It was the best idea he’d ever had.
He glanced at Ty, suspecting from his expression of fierce expectancy that his thoughts ran along similar lines. Then he returned his attention where it belonged, which was upon Sorrel. It was clear she’d only just realized they had asked her to stand beside a full-length mirror. Even with lowered eyes, she couldn’t avoid looking at herself in that mirror as she undressed for them. Nor could she avoid observing their reaction to her, which was Vasco’s intention. She needed to get used to this kind of stuff, feel comfortable in her own body, shed her inhibitions, and enjoy giving them a sensual show.
Vasco was already hopelessly addicted to Sorrel. Something about her combination of vulnerability and sassiness had gotten to him. It was their job to make sure she was equally committed to them, and didn’t regret what she had committed herself to. The responsibility hung heavily on Vasco’s shoulders. It was vital that Sorrel enjoyed herself, learned to embrace pleasure and pain, and that they didn’t freak her out by placing too many demands upon her too soon.
No pressure then.
He had an opportunity to help someone to reassess their self-perception, the way he should have hung around and helped Alice. Perhaps he’d been too young, too angry, to realize that was all Alice had needed. He couldn’t change the past, and the guilt he felt at his failure to act would never leave him. But he could do something about the here and now, even if his methods were a tad unorthodox. Sorrel would not become another Alice—not on his watch.
“That’s it, baby,” Ty said, flashing a slow, appreciative grin. “Let us look at you.”
She had lowered the zip at the back of her dress. It fell from her shoulders, revealing wide pink bra straps. She held the dress up against her breasts, looking anxious, unwilling to take that final step.
“Sorrel,” Vasco said softly.
His austere tone did the trick. With a reckless shrug she allowed the dress to fall, pooling around her feet. She had already replaced her shoes and stood before them in her pretty pink underwear, hold-up stockings and four-inch heels. She lowered her eyes and folded her hands neatly across her pussy.
“Hold your arms to your sides, darlin’,” Ty said. “We need to look at all of you.”
She shivered, presumably because she was nervous, and yet was obviously turned on enough to see this thing through. Vasco noticed the insides of her thighs were slick with her own juices, proof positive that she was excited by this game and wanted to play. Join the club, baby. Vasco could see large, dark areoles through the fabric of her bra, and heavy nipples that already looked as though they were rock hard fighting against the lace. The sight was driving him crazy, but he resisted the urge to rush things. He also made no comment about how much he approved of what he sa
w. Instead, he gave her another curt order.
“Open your legs and remove your panties.” She gasped, shot him a look that resembled a rabbit caught in headlights, and hesitated. “Do it now, Sorrel.”
Slowly, her limbs trembling so violently he was surprised she could still stand, she did as he asked.
“Unacceptable,” Ty said.
“What!” Her head shot up, and she forgot all about being subservient.
“No one gave you permission to speak,” Vasco said curtly.
Ty, naked now, dashed into the nearest bathroom. Vasco knew why, and what he planned to do. Neither of them liked their women to have pubic hair. Sure enough, Ty returned with a bowl of warm water, shaving foam and a razor. Both men approached her and noticed apprehension in her eyes.
“Keep absolutely still, darlin’,” Ty said.
Vasco leaned against the back of a chair, close enough to breathe in Sorrel’s fragrance—a combination of sweet perfume and the musky scent of arousal. Ty squatted in front of her spread legs and slowly applied shaving foam to her pubic bone. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and a tinge of embarrassment, but gamely held her position.
“That’s it, babe,” Ty said. “Don’t move a muscle and let me do my work.”
Slowly, carefully, he wielded the razor with long, practiced sweeps, ridding Sorrel of the offending pubes. He moved her labia to the right, getting into the area between her pussy and the tops of her thigh. He grunted with satisfaction before repeating the procedure on the left.
“That should do it.”
He carefully wiped her clean of foam, and then dried her with a towel, revealing a sweet, naked pussy with enticing pink lips. Vasco glanced at her face, which was flushed. Her eyes no longer showed anxiety, but burned with sexual awareness. Her legs still trembled, but he was now certain it was only anticipation that made her unsteady.
Ty stood back with Vasco and together they admired his handiwork.
“Now ain’t that the prettiest sight you ever did see,” Ty said. “You ask me, our little sub is pretty damned anxious for some of this.” Ty grabbed his rigid cock in both hands. “What do you think, bud?”
“I think she needs to be chastised first.”
“Good point.” Ty, still with his gaze focused on Sorrel’s cunt, gave her a curt order. “Remove your bra, but leave the stockings and shoes,” he said.
Once again she hesitated.
“Each time you’re slow to do something we ask of you,” Vasco warned, “it will earn you an extra punishment.”
Sorrel bit her lip, then reached for the clasp at the back of her bra and unfastened it. Again she hesitated for a beat, then let the straps slip down her arms and threw the garment aside. She blushed crimson but gamely held her position, eyes downcast, legs still spread because they hadn’t told her to close them again. At last her glorious tits fell free from their lacy prison, and she didn’t attempt to cover them with her hands.
Both men inhaled sharply. The reality exceeded Vasco’s expectations. He was a breast man through and through and right then it felt as though all his Christmases had come together. Just as the three of them would soon get to come. But not too soon. He would enjoy tantalizing Sorrel. He was willing to bet she had no willpower whatsoever, or wouldn’t have once he and Ty showed her what she was capable of feeling. If her only previous sexual experience had been with the chef jerk, then he figured she didn’t have any idea about the strength of the fires burning deep inside of her.
“Come here, Sorrel,” Vasco said, holding out a hand.
She walked across to him slowly and slipped her hand into his. Ty fell in on her opposite side and took her other hand.
“Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” Vasco said. “Then it will be time for your first chastisement.”
Her breath hitched—a nervous or excited little gurgle at the back of her throat, Vasco was unsure which—but she didn’t speak. Vasco opened the door to his bedroom and the three of them walked through it. It was dominated by a huge bed, easily big enough for the three of them, and there were mirrors on every wall.
“Go and stand in the corner with your face to the wall while we decide what to do with you, Sorrel,” Vasco said.
He pointed to the corner where he wanted her and she went without argument. Vasco stripped off his jeans and then rummaged in the drawer where he kept his sex toys. What to start Sorrel off with? He held up a flogger, but Ty shook his head. He was probably right. It would be too much for a novice. Ty mouthed the word hand to him and Vasco nodded his agreement. He and Ty turned to look at Sorrel, standing obediently in the corner, head bowed, her lovely, virginal backside on open display. Oh, what a treat! Vasco pulled a padded stool into the center of the room.
“Come here, Sorrel,” he said.
She turned, face flushed, and walked slowly toward them. “Yes, Sirs. What would you like me to do for you?” she asked.
“One of the best ways to enjoy the things we do is to have one or more of your senses taken away,” Vasco told her. “I don’t want to gag you because that will stop you safewording us if things get too much. And I also think it’s too soon to remove your sight. So, that leaves your hands. You will be able to feel, darlin’, but you won’t be able to touch. Well, not with your hands, anyway, but I’m betting you can do a truckload of damage with those sweet lips of yours.”
“I’m counting on it,” Ty said, grinning.
“I will do whatever pleases you, Masters.” Her voice wobbled, but her resolve clearly did not.
“Damned straight, you will.” Vasco picked up the fluffy restraints he’d taken from his drawer and made sure she got a good view of them. “Hands behind your back, sweetheart.”
As soon as she complied, Vasco snapped the cuffs into place. “Comfortable?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir. Well, I think so.”
“Okay, now it’s time for your first punishment. Just remember to relax, and breathe evenly. Don’t tense up or you won’t get the full benefit. I’m going to spank your butt with the flat of my hand because it will give me pleasure, and you want to please me, don’t you, sugar?”
“Yes, Sir, more than anything. But I’m scared.”
“Don’t be.” He ran his hand across her backside with tenderness. It was the first time he had touched her since she’d undressed and he savored the moment. “It’s my job to ensure I don’t take you too far. It will give you pain to start with, but if you remember to keep your breathing even and are patient, endorphins will run riot in your body and the tingling will transmute to pleasure. Trust me on this.”
She swallowed. “I do trust you. I trust you both, otherwise we wouldn’t be doing this.”
“Kneel down in front of the stool, Sorrel. Lean your torso over it so your tits dangle free on the other side.”
She was clumsy with her hands shackled, so he helped her into position. He and Ty shared an appreciative glance at the sight of her unfettered tits swinging beneath her and her ass sticking in the air. Ty slid beneath her, sideways, grasped a handful of breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth. Sorrel gasped and almost elevated into the air.
“Keep still!” Vasco tapped her butt lightly.
“Sorry, Sir, but damn, what Master Ty just did to me felt so good. I wasn’t ready for it…didn’t know, I—sorry.”
Fucking hell, hadn’t the chef even bothered to suck her tits? What a selfish jerk.
“Now then, Sorrel. You’ve been a real bad girl and need to be punished. Do you have anything to ask me?”
Vasco hadn’t told her what he needed to hear her say, but had a feeling she already knew. Her next words proved him right.
“Please, Master, I’ve misbehaved. I need to be chastised.”
“What did you do that was so bad, darlin’?”
“I keep having thoughts about you and Master Ty fucking me.”
“Hmm, that is bad.”
Vasco rubbed the globes of her ass with his hand, warming it, getting fully acqu
ainted with its contours. Her breathing immediately hitched.
“What did I tell you about breathing?”
“Sorry, Master.”
He continued to massage her ass until he sensed her breathing becoming deep and regular. Then, without telling her to expect it, he brought his hand down fairly lightly. She jerked and cried out.
“The thought is worse than the reality, babe. Now, let’s try it again.”
He spanked her several times in quick succession, and this time she held her position and remembered to breathe.
“Oh!” she said, sounding shocked.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” Vasco brought his hand down a little harder, and Sorrel’s excited reaction sent his throbbing cock into orbit. “I just knew you’d take to this, sugar. You’re doing real well, giving me a lot of pleasure.”
Vasco glanced at Ty, who had grasped one of her fleshy tits with both hands and was feeding on the nipple like a man coming off a two-week diet. Vasco needed his share of titty. Besides, she’d had enough punishment for the first time.
“Up you get, babe.”
Ty released her breast as Vasco helped her to her feet.
“Okay?” Her glittering eyes told their own story, but Vasco needed to hear her say it.
“I can’t believe how much I enjoyed that,” she replied, shaking her head in wonderment.
“That,” Ty told her, “was just a taste of things to come. What are we gonna do with her next?” he asked Vasco.
“Lay on the bed, darlin’, on your back, and raise your hands above your head.”
As soon as she’d done so, Ty attached the restraints to the headboard.
“Now ain’t that the prettiest picture you ever did see?” Vasco asked as he and Ty looked down at their lovely sub, shackled, naked but for her stockings and shoes, at their complete mercy and clearly more than happy to be that way.
* * * *
Sorrel wondered if she was dreaming, hallucinating, or having one of those out-of-body experiences that were all the rage. Her sore backside told her this was for real, but she still had a problem accepting it really was her—shy, retiring, fading-into-the-background Sorrel—who had attracted two such alpha hunks. And she clearly had attracted them. The size of their erections as they stood at the foot of the bed, absently stroking them as they looked down at her, didn’t leave her in any doubt about that. Feeling Vasco’s large hand playing with her backside, then spanking it, had been an astonishing experience, once she got the hang of controlling her breathing. Who knew pain could be channeled to be so rewarding?