Mastering Angela [Passion Peak, Colorado 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  Angela floated into a haze of exquisite pleasure and pain combined, where the sounds in the club faded away, and she heard only the whistle of the flogger through the air, the sharp smack of the strap against her skin, and their voices when they asked what color she was. Even her own voice when she answered, “Green, Sir,” each time sounded as though it came from inside a wind tunnel.

  The smells in the club were all mixed up with the scent of her own sweat. She had an image of the wax still on her skin, melting as they continued to flog her. Her ass cheeks were seriously on fire now. She was nearing her limits, and again they seemed to know that instinctively. How did they do that?

  “I am so proud of you.” Ian’s voice whispered into her right ear. Her cuffs were removed, as was her blindfold. Ian’s face was full of admiration.

  Angela stared into his eyes and had to bite the inside of her cheek. The urge to tell him that she loved him bubbled up, along with every other raw emotion, until her breath came in hitching gasps and she began to cry again. “Are you?” she asked, not even understanding why she’d asked it. “Are you both proud of me? Do I please you? I need to know. Please tell me.”

  “Shhhh…” Ian pulled her close and held her tight against his body, which felt warm and slightly damp, as though he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat as well. He stroked her hair and back, and her puffy, sore ass cheeks. “Angela, you’re doing a fantastic job. We’re both so proud of you.”

  “But are you happy? Is this what you want from me?” What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she simply shut up and enjoy this?

  “Yes. We’re very happy. This is what we want. Everything is okay, baby girl.”

  Ian released her, and Nash pulled her into a tight embrace. He smelled like leather, sweat, and cologne. She breathed in the scent, letting it fill her senses and chase away the frightening uncertainty she felt. What was happening to her?

  “You’re safe, Angela. Everything is okay. We’re so proud of you, and so happy right now. Do you hear me, love?”

  “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry I forgot to call you both ‘Sir’ before.”

  Nash stroked her back. “Don’t worry about that. Everything is fine.” He pulled away and cupped her face gently. “Do you want to go upstairs with us now? I think we’ve spent enough time down here.”

  “Is that what you want, Sir?”

  Nash’s smile made her heart soar. The urge to blurt out her love for him was as strong as the compulsion she’d felt to say the same thing to Ian a moment ago. She was in big fucking trouble here. “Why do I feel this way, Nash? What’s going on with me? It came on so suddenly.”

  “It’s normal, Angela. You were in subspace, and you dropped pretty quickly out of it. We didn’t expect that, and I’m sorry we didn’t know it was happening right away.”

  “I’m confused. You didn’t do anything to me that I didn’t enjoy.”

  “It’s an emotional let-down called subdrop, Angela. Now that we know what triggers it for you, we won’t let it happen again. I promise you that.”

  “But how do you know what triggered it? I don’t even know.”

  “You needed more praise from us.” Nash touched her face so tenderly, that Angela had to take another deep breath as she gazed into his beautiful blue eyes. “More reassurance that you’re doing well, and that we’re pleased and proud of you.”

  “But you did say all that.”

  Nash frowned. “I have a feeling something from your past may have intruded without you realizing it. We’ll talk about it in a moment. It’s important that we understand where your head was before this happened to you. Let’s get you dressed again and go upstairs now so that we have some privacy, okay?”

  Angela nodded. That plan sounded perfect to her right now.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Once they’d dressed her again and took her upstairs to Nash’s sitting room, Angela kneeled in front of them. Both Ian and Nash stroked her hair. “You remember so much of your training each day, Angela,” said Ian. “We can’t tell you how impressed we are by that.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Stand up.”

  She did, and they led her to the sofa. “Sit down and talk to us, Angela,” said Nash. “Tell us what was going through your head before you felt so unsure.”

  She didn’t want to tell them that she’d been debating whether to tell them that she loved them, but she could talk about Brett. They’d want to know that. “I’ll try and explain it, Sir, but to do so I need to mention Brett again.”

  “Angela, please don’t feel as if you can’t bring up his name,” said Ian. “You were with him a long time. That’s not going to simply disappear.”

  “Okay. That makes sense. Tonight, when you both were paying so much attention to me, making sure I was all right with the wax play and teasing me with your tongues, I realized that you’d both been doing that all week. Paying attention to me, I mean. The text messages, and making sure I had lunch and dinner with at least one of you every day. And I realized that in all the years I was with Brett on and off, he never made such a fuss over me. He never cared that much, or worried about what I was feeling or doing when he wasn’t with me.”

  “Did you live with him?” asked Nash.

  “Not really. I mean, he had stuff at my condo and I had things at his, but we never spent more than a few days in a row at each other’s place. He talked about me moving into his house, but something always held me back.”

  Nash nodded. “And tonight something triggered all that?”

  “I guess so, but it wasn’t anything either of you did. I just suddenly realized how different this is from anything I’ve ever known. It’s so wonderful. Much more than I ever imagined it would be. And then I became afraid that I wasn’t doing enough for both of you. That I wasn’t submissive enough, or pleasing you enough. I don’t know what happened.”

  Nash gathered her into his arms. “We won’t let that happen again, Angela. Now we understand the level of reassurance that you need.”

  “It makes it sound like I'm so needy. What if you don’t want to give that much?”

  Nash released her and looked at her with incredulity. “Are you kidding me?”

  She shook her head, unsure what to say.

  “Angela, as Doms, we look for opportunities to give that much to a sub. We want to reassure you in exactly the way you need us to.”

  “I didn’t realize that. God…I have so much to learn.”

  Ian stroked her back, sending shivers up and down her spine. “And that’s our job. To teach you. Angela, we want to do this. We want you to trust us completely, and we want you to be so secure with us that you tell us anything and everything.”

  She stared into his eyes, wishing she had the courage to tell him and Nash what had been at the core of her fear tonight. “But what if it’s something you don’t want to hear?”

  He gave her a thoughtful look and Angela almost averted her gaze, but that would have given her away for sure, so she forced herself to keep looking into his eyes. “How do you know it’s something we don’t want to hear?”

  She shrugged. “I don’t.”

  “Then don’t assume so, okay? Whatever you want to tell us, at any time, just say it.”

  She nodded because words weren’t possible right now.

  “Do you have something to say right now?”

  Ian’s green eyes were filled with intensity, almost as if he were trying to read her thoughts. She had to divert them and quickly. She shook her head. “No, Sir. I was speaking in general terms.” A wave of guilt washed over her. That was the first time she’d lied to them.

  Ian nodded once. “All right, Angela. But please remember what we talked about. You can tell us anything. All right?”

  “I will, Sir. I promise.” She would. When the time felt right, she would tell them.

  Ian took her hands and pulled her to a standing position. “And now, we did promise you several more things would happen tonight.”

 
Angela shivered as they led her into the bedroom. Nash closed the door and then pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Angela moaned into his open mouth as his tongue assaulted hers. She had the sensation of melting into him, and she just let go. The man was an amazing kisser, and she’d missed this so much all week. It went on forever, and she lost all track of time.

  When he finally released her, Angela was dizzy again and her legs felt weak. It was all she could to do to walk over to the bed and sit down. As Ian began to kiss her, Nash removed her boots. She heard rustling, but her attention was focused on Ian’s tongue moving inside her mouth. She clung to his broad shoulders, never wanting to let him go.

  When he released the kiss, he moved off the bed to undress, and she glanced at Nash, realizing he was indeed naked, as she’d guessed. The sight of his cock, red, slick, and ready, forced a loud moan from her. Her pussy began to contract in tiny spasms, and she whimpered, trying desperately to hold off the climax that had been threatening since Monday.

  Nash smiled at her. “Lie on your back, Angela. It’s time to reward you for being such a good girl all week, and especially tonight.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She lay down and moaned as she watched Ian’s equally impressive red dick spring out from his leather pants. Both men crawled onto the bed, one on either side of her, and then removed her clothes. It was so damn sexy having them both undress her at the same time. Angela watched their faces, memorizing their features. How could this be real? When she was naked again, they sat back on their heels, next to her upper thighs. They exchanged a quick glance, and then spread her pussy lips, one man on each side.

  Angela swore like a drunken sailor as they then took turns licking her clit with one quick flick of the tongue from each of them, alternating sides. They were going to torture her, even after all the time she’d spent holding back her climax. “Sadistic bastards…both of you…fucking sadistic, rotten, fucking mean bastards…”

  The more she swore, the more they chuckled and licked her. She reached for her clit but stopped when Nash’s hand grabbed her wrist. “Try that again and we stop cold for the night. Got it?”

  She believed him. The look in his eyes left her with no doubt that he meant it. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Now, where were we?”

  They went back to their tongue flicking, and when the orgasm started, Angela let out a steady stream of incomprehensible words as wave after delicious wave crashed over her. It went on for long moments but still they didn’t stop. Ian crawled between her legs and licked her clit, her soaking wet slit, and even the opening to her anus, and she was still coming.

  He moved aside and Nash took a turn, doing the same thing to her. Angela could hardly breathe. She began to pant as the contractions continued. When Nash slid first his fingers and then his dick into her pussy, the climax intensified all over again, and Angela screamed as it crested again. Hands turned her head to the right, and she opened her mouth to let Ian’s dick inside.

  Being filled by both of them was so overwhelming that Angela could only feel. She relaxed as they fucked her, just letting them take her body and use it. She wanted to give her soul to these two gorgeous, sexy men. When she felt a finger tease the opening to her anus, she opened her eyes.

  Ian pulled out of her mouth and kissed her roughly on the lips while Nash pulled out of her pussy and moved off the bed. She was too busy enjoying Ian’s hands on her breasts, kneading them almost to the point of pain, to notice where Nash had gone. When he returned, Nash gently rolled her onto her side.

  Ian knelt in front of her again and rubbed his slick cock over her breasts while Nash inserted what felt like a lubed finger slowly into her asshole. He reached around with one hand and stroked her pussy, sending shock waves of desire throughout her body. One finger became two, and when Ian teased her lips with his dick again, she opened her mouth to take him inside once more.

  Nash pulled his fingers out but kept up the pressure on her wet slit and sore clit. He removed his hand from her pussy briefly, and she heard a condom wrapper. “Don’t be afraid, baby girl,” said Ian. “He won’t hurt you.”

  Angela didn't even try to process what he’d just said. She knew what Nash intended to do, and the realization sent her over the edge. She wanted him to fuck her in the ass. She wanted them both to do it. She wanted them to take turns fucking her ass, her pussy, and her mouth. She wished they could each clone themselves at that moment so that they could fill all three holes and have a dick to spare.

  Nash inserted his dick into her asshole, slowly and gently, while Ian continued to fuck her mouth. Angela moaned in the back of her throat. It felt so damn good she couldn’t even believe it. Another climax began to wash over her before he was halfway in. When he started stroking her clit again, she exploded and had to be careful not to bite Ian.

  Both men knew what was happening, because Ian’s thrusting inside her mouth became more hurried, and Nash slid the remainder of his dick into her wet asshole. He started moving, and Angela simply slipped away into the most fucking amazing state possible. This was pure wanton sexual bliss, and she never wanted it to end.

  Ian pulled out of her mouth, and Nash withdrew from her anus, removed his condom, and crawled over her body to wave his dick in her face. “Suck me dry, love. Your asshole was so fucking tight I’m going to explode.”

  She took him into her mouth and wrapped her lips around his dick. He held her head still with both hands, and Angela relaxed her throat muscles so that she could take his entire length inside. Each thrust hit the back of her throat, and she didn’t even mind. She wanted this.

  Behind her, Ian teased his dick, now covered in a condom, against the opening to her anus. Then he filled it with a lubed finger and stretched the sensitive walls a bit more. When he slid his dick inside, Angela groaned deep in her throat again. Ian brushed his fingers against her clit while he fucked her ass, the same way Nash had done, and Angela collapsed into a pile of delicious submissiveness as she simply gave over to the competing sensations.

  Nash exploded inside her mouth, and Angela worked hard to swallow it all. She loved the taste of cum. After he pulled out, Ian pulled out of her asshole and tore off his condom. He rolled her onto her back, lifted her hips, and plunged his dick into her soaking wet pussy. Angela cried out in pleasure as each thrust grazed her sensitive spot.

  When Nash knelt beside her and began to tease both her nipples and her clit with his hands, she screamed as another climax tore through her. She’d never come so many times in a row in her life. If this was what waiting almost a week for an orgasm did to her, she’d do it every week.

  When Ian came inside her pussy, it was with loud cries and quick, rough thrusts, but Angela didn’t mind. She loved it. She clung to his forearms and urged him on. “Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me hard. Fill me up.”

  “Oh…baby girl…oh…”

  When he finally finished, he collapsed over her, breathing hard. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and pulled him close, closing her eyes. Her own breathing was still so fast she was sure she was going to pass out. Ian finally crawled off her and flopped over onto his back.

  Nash pulled her into his arms and stroked her hair and back. “Angela, that was fucking amazing.”

  “For me, too, Nash. Thank you. Thank you, both of you. So much.”

  “Was it worth the wait, love?”

  “Oh my God, yes. Absolutely.” She realized her mistake. “I’m sorry, Sir. I called you by your name just now.”

  “I don’t give a shit about that right now,” said Nash.

  Angela began to giggle. She couldn’t help it. Every emotion she’d held in check came rushing to the surface, and she hugged Nash tightly, laughing now, no longer sure why she was doing so. She only knew two things. She’d never been this happy, and she’d never felt this way about Brett. Not even close.

  She was in seriously deep shit here. Head-over-heels in love with two men, and she couldn’t tell either of them how she felt. What the hell was she supposed to
do now?

  “May I assume from the laughter that we didn’t hurt you?” asked Nash. “That you enjoyed the butt fucking?”

  His question made her giggle all over again, and Ian turned onto his side to gaze down at her face, a big grin on his. “I think that means she did.”

  Angela managed a weak nod. “I did, Sir. A lot.”

  “You may call me Ian.”

  “Okay, Ian. I liked it a lot.” She still couldn’t stop laughing.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever made a woman laugh after sex.”

  “I’m not laughing at your…performance.”

  He stroked her face tenderly. “I know you’re not, baby girl. I’m just getting such a kick out of you right now.”

  She didn’t know how to respond, so instead she simply closed her eyes again and took a few deep breaths. Nash rolled her onto her side, but kept his arms around her. Behind her, Ian cradled her against his body. She lay for long moments, drifting in and out of sleep, listening to their heartbeats.

  She was almost asleep when someone began to lick her breasts. She looked up into Ian’s face, and then when he guided her hand to his cock, she was amazed that he’d become hard again so soon. Or had she been asleep longer than she thought?

  “There’s something I want to try.”

  “Anything.” She meant it. There was nothing she’d refuse them.

  Nash stirred, and when he saw Ian put on a condom and massage Angela’s ass cheeks, he began to play with her clit. She moaned as another orgasm began to build. “What are we planning now?” he asked, grinning.

  “One in her pussy and one in her ass.”

  “You game for that, Angela?”

  She nodded, unsure what to say, because she was so overwhelmed with these two. She wanted to do this, but was a little bit afraid. One look in Nash’s eyes and she knew her fears were groundless. She trusted them both. They wouldn’t hurt her. She wanted to give them this. She wanted to give them everything.