by Angel Steel
She thumped him in the chest with her fist. What did he think that she was one of those women that would just stop because she was injured? Hell no. “I can do anything you ask me to do in this room, even if I have a twisted ankle,” she growled.
“Chantal. You don’t have to prove to me who you are and what you can do, I already know that about you. But you need to get off that foot, and get some sleep. To me, it looks like you haven’t slept that much.”
Damn it, why did he know her so well. Was she that easy to read? “I’ve had too much on my mind lately.”
“Go and relax, take a bath, get laid. Do something other than be here. We got that covered.” He pulled her in for a hug.
Of course, he would be upfront in his advice. “Well I can do two of those things tonight.” She hopped to the door, as her foot was really starting the throb now.
“What about the third thing?” he teased with a wicked grin.
Laughing, she yelled over her shoulder, “Not happening tonight.”
Once she was finally in the car, she was relieved that she didn’t have her car. Since it was a manual, she would have a hard time changing the gears. Her father had insisted that she keep one of his cars on hand, to use at any time. He first choice was the Bentley, but she agreed upon the Mercedes. It was more her style.
Turning the engine on and sliding on her belt, she was ready to pull out when she received a text message. Placing the car in park as she reached for her phone, she read the text:
Joey: Picking u up at 7p.m. for dinner and dancing, can’t wait to see you .
Chantal: I’ll be ready.
She wouldn’t be up to dancing, but she had something better in mind. She grinned. She was going to wear the outfit that she bought last week. It was one for her shop and she wanted to test it out. Now, she had that chance.
He would freak when he saw her in it. The temptress was coming out in her, and she loved every bit of it. Placing her car in gear, she pulled out of the car park, and drove towards home. Tonight was going to be fun, whether she had a twisted ankle or not.
Chapter 13
Joey parked in Dom’s driveway the day after he had sent him the text saying he needed to talk to him. After hearing what Chantal had said, he was so close to walking back into the room and telling her he would do whatever she wanted, but he wanted it to be special for her, and if she wanted Dom, he was going to do his best to fulfill her wish.
Once he was out, he knocked on the door, but Dom did not answer. Knowing he was home, he did it again. Ready to knock a third time, the door finally swung open, revealing Dom standing there in only a towel.
“You could have waited, you know,” Dom grumbled.
“Sorry, this is more important than whatever you’re doing.” He laughed, as he watched Dom walk back towards the end of the house.
Joey sat down, and moment later Dom was back with a brunette attached to his side. Now he understood why he was grumpy. She was gorgeous, the model type, long legs that went on forever, a body to die for, and the biggest tits he had ever seen, that were natural looking anyway. Where the hell does he find them? But Joey wasn’t interested, not in her anyway.
Dom walked the girl to the door. “Can I see you next week?” she purred; even her voice was sexy.
“I’ll see if I can squeeze you in, Bethany.”
She giggled like a schoolgirl, jumping up and down. What was the deal with that? He must be doing something right in the bedroom for them to get that excited.
“So, what was so important that you couldn’t wait to tell me?” Dom inquired as he walked over to the bar, poured two drinks, and passed one to Joey as he sat down opposite him.
“Well, the other morning I was at Chantal’s, and I heard her and Skylar talking.”
“Why were you at Chantal’s?” Dom hissed.
“I asked her out on a date. We went to dinner, took her home, and one thing lead to another—you know the rest man.”
“So, you slept with her?”
“Do you want me to tell you no?” Joey raised an eyebrow to him.
“I don’t want to know. So, was that what you wanted to tell me?” Dom mumbled.
“No. I wanted to tell you what I heard her say. I’m sure you would be interested in that.”
“Well, spit it out. I have things to do today.”
“She was telling Skylar about a dream she had, the same night I stayed.”
Dom stood. “I not interested in dreams, Joey,” he said as he made his way to the kitchen.
“Chantal’s fantasy is you, me and her, having a threesome.” His grin widened further as Dom pulled to a stop.
“Are you interested in fulfilling it for her?”
Spinning around, Dom stated, “No. I can’t.”
Standing himself, Joey continued, “Why the hell not, Dom. You have both wanted each other for as long as I can remember. You might hold it back, but she sure can’t.”
“It’s not going to happen, end of story,” he groaned.
“You know, she did say that there is no way either of us was the sharing type, or that we would go for the idea. Maybe she was right about you. Whatever man. I’ll go find someone that is interested in doing it for her.”
Moving pass him to the front door, Joey pulled it open. “If I do it, I’ll scare her off,” Dom mumbled.
“Why would you scare her off, Dom? What the fuck are you into that would do that to her?”
“It’s not what I’m into, it’s what I am.”
“And that would be what?” What could he possibly be into that would do that to her?
“I’m way too dominant for her.”
“Aren’t we all? They can never handle all that from us in one hit.” He laughed.
Dom sat down, putting his face in his hands. “No. I’m a dominant, and a rough one at that. Every time I am around her, I have to hold myself back. It’s getting harder and harder to just sit back, and not carry her off, with what I need to do to her. The smart ass remarks that come out of her mouth, the way she pushes my buttons, the way she moves seductively, all make me want to flog the shit out of her. Or tie her to the post in the basement and whip her. Every time she says anything, or simply walks past me, she’s doing it on purpose to get on my nerves, or she has absolutely no clue as to what she is doing. I’m just barely holding myself back from her.”
“Damn, Bro. I had no idea.” He sat beside him.
“You and Nate are the only ones that know. If I told her exactly what I want to do to her, she would run. I don’t want that to happen, and she is not the type for what I have in mind.”
“You would be quiet shocked to what she might like, Dom. Chantal is a tough one, and she wouldn’t run from something like that if you told her.”
“I can’t tell her. She would either run from me or despise what I am,” Dom answered.
“Are you up for this threesome, or not?”
“Only if you follow my direction, that is the only way it will happen with me there.”
Nodding, Joey didn’t care what the directions were. As long as he got to spend another night with Chantal, he would do anything Dom told him to do. His cock was hard, thinking of the fun they were going to have with her. She was in for a shock when it happened; her fantasy was going to come true. Joey continued to nod absently as Dom spouted out instructions. He would have to ask what he agreed to later, since his brain wasn’t working right then.
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Chantal showered and dressed in her new outfit—a light blue teddy that tied in the front just below her breast. The opening showed her belly and the tiny, thin lacey thong she wore under it. Leaving her hair down, she slipped on a pair of stockings and clipped them on. Smiling, she was pleased with the job she had done. Walking awkwardly to the fridge, she pulled out the ice bucket, and cream. Placing it beside her bed, she contemplated whether to have candles burning, or just the lamp on. The lamp won out, and once it was on, she laid down on her bed, facing the door, careful not t
o lie on her injured ankle.
The lamp lightened the room just enough that she could make out the items in her room. As she was glancing around, she heard a knock on her door. Then another, five minutes later. Smiling, she knew it was cruel to not answer the door, but she knew he was going to either call or text her.
The text came through, moments later, saying:
Joey: I’m here. Are you home?
Chantal: The door is unlocked, come in and find me ;)
She turned her phone off and threw it onto the pile of clothes in the corner. She heard her front door open and close behind him as he made his way to her room. Once he stood at her door, she flashed her hand down her body. “Do you like?”
“Hell yeah, I like,” he replied, as he rearranged himself in his pants. “I love where this is going, and we definitely aren’t going out,” he said as he moved towards the bed.
She couldn’t help that she was panting. The thought of being with him again had her blood pumping. “I would rather stay in. I kinda hurt my ankle today, so I wanted to keep the pressure off it.”
Sitting down near her foot, he placed it in his lap and rubbed it lightly.
“Well, we can do that.” He smiled down at her while running his hand up her leg to her thigh, and letting it linger there. He was so close to where she wanted him. Leaning over her, he whispered against her lips, “Do you trust me, baby?” Nodding was the only thing she could do, as he leaned further over her and pulled her satin blindfold off her nightstand.
Laying her further down on the bed, Joey leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Your wildest dreams.” What did he mean by that? He doesn't know my wildest dreams! She felt the satin blindfold slide over her head, resting over her eyes. He moved further up the bed and tied her hands together against the headboard, using the rope from her silk gown.
When he was finished, she heard a rustling noise. Knowing exactly what is was, she felt her nipples harden and her clit swell. She panted as he guided an ice cube over her stomach and down to her pussy, making her gasp at the contact. After he slid his hand lower between her legs, she felt him lean over and start to lick her.
Chantal’s feet started to curl, her body shaking. She could feel how slick she was, and God, she wanted to touch him. Suddenly, Joey stopped all contact. After what seemed like an eternity in her dark room, he came back at her again, but this time she felt the tip of his cock on her nipples as he straddled her on her stomach. She could feel the heat from his body being so close to hers. As his cock nudged her chin, he demanded, “Open.”
Obeying his wish, she opened her mouth as he glided it around her mouth. She moaned at the taste of him, but that is as far as he went. Frustrated, Chantal groaned, “Tease.”
She tried to move closer to him, but he pressed harder against her, and then he gently grabbed the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth. Finally. Swirling her tongue around the head of him, she heard him groan, making her wetter than she had ever been before. Loving the sound that came from him, Chantal started moving her mouth over him as much as she could. Her clit swelled further and she could feel the tingles going through her whole body.
Chantal wanted to scream at him to put it in her in pussy, but she wanted this to be perfect. The only thing she could do was groan as he pushed his hard cock deeper in her throat.
Jesus, she was on fire. She needed to touch herself, something, anything. She was so close to coming, without even being touched. The suspense was killing her. Chantal’s body started writhing, squirming under Joey’s body. She needed to touch him, bad.
Joey moved all of a sudden, removing his hardness from her mouth, and slowly worked his way down her body. Sliding off completely, he reached where she wanted him most and started kissing and licking. She thought to herself, is this it? It is. This is the moment! Chantal was ready to explode. Then he just stopped. Just like that. She wanted to scream. “Joey,” she whispered. She felt the bed dip the moment he got up. What was he doing now? She had never, ever, been this turned on in her life.
Everything was so quiet in the room, and then Chantal heard the ice again. Leaning over her, Joey started at her nipples, rolling the ice cube around them. Then, ever so slowly, he traced a line with his mouth down her stomach. Once he reached her core, Joey parted her lips, and then she felt him slide between her legs, entering her slowly with his hard cock. He drove deep inside of her, cupping her ass with his hand, and then he really started thrusting. She let out a moan at what he was doing to her. She needed more; she just didn’t know what.
It was like he could read her mind. Joey slid his hand up behind her knee and draped it over his shoulder. Wiggling them both up the bed, he started hammering harder into her.
It felt like her head was going to explode. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she screamed.
Abruptly, again, he stopped. “I need to take a piss.”
What? Damn! Fuck!!! She was so close, right there on the verge. “Joey,” she pleaded, but got nothing from him as she heard him open the door and go to the toilet. Within seconds, he came back and quickly settled himself into position, and immediately resumed slamming into her.
“Fuck, Jesus Christ,” she hissed. This is what I asked for! She heard him quietly giggle.
“Harder, faster, deeper ... Fuck, you feel good!” she screamed.
Joey did as she asked, and she felt herself coming over and over again. Then it hit her—a cramp. Her body was telling her to stop, but her pussy had a mind of its own, saying keep it coming. In the end, her body won out. “Shit, that hurts.”
Joey stopped. “What’s wrong?” She could hear the concern in his voice.
“Cramp,” she ground out around the pain.
He rested his body over hers, rubbing her aching leg with his hand. She felt a drop of sweat drip from his body onto her chest. Then, out of nowhere, he instructed, “Open your mouth.” He removed himself from her and off the bed completely. Lying on the bed with her mouth wide open, she wondered what the hell was going on? Then something entered her mouth. Sucking a little on the object, she realised it was a lollypop.
“Suck it,” Joey growled. Then she heard a groan. How could he growl and groan at the same time? Doing as she was told, she licked and sucked the shit out of the pop the best way she knew how. She found it interesting that she had never seen this side of him, but it really excited her.
“That’s enough,” Joey told her and removed it from her mouth. Chantal felt him move and place it inside her pussy, swirling it around. She heard that same groan from before. Joey doesn’t sound like that, does he? Removing it from inside her, he pushed it back into her mouth.
“Now, it’s time for the real fun,” Joey told her as he removed the blindfold, and the lollypop. As her eyes adjusted to the filtered light, that is when she saw him sitting on the end of her bed holding the lollypop, and wearing a huge grin.
Surprising her, he said, “I’m thinking...‘oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck....’ ”
Chantal looked around for Joey, and found he was standing right beside where Dom sat, at the foot of the bed. Is this what I think it is? Who has been fucking me? Dom smiled again, and asked, “Are you ready?”
She nodded. Why did I agree to my hands being tied? All she wanted to do was grab each of their cocks and eat them. As she thought that, she missed Joey moving up to her chest as Dom moved between her thighs. “Open your legs.”
The way he ordered her to do that was the hottest thing she had ever heard coming from him. Obviously hesitant, she took her time in doing what was asked. “It’s ok; this is for you, babe,” Joey whispers.
Dom started to lick over her inflamed clit, and her legs began to shake again. Closing her eyes and groaning, her toes started to curl once again, and she shuddered with excitement. Her mouth must have been wide open, well open enough, that Joey gently slid his cock in and started pushing deeper, thrusting in and out of her wet mouth. Dom was sliding his fingers in and out, while his tongue tickled her clit. Movin
g one of his fingers to her ass, he pushed in slightly. Damn, I never knew that felt so good. Adding another finger, he started pumping in and out of both her ass and pussy. Gradually, he started to roll his fingers around in her ass to stretch her out. She knew exactly what would come next.
Joey leaned over to untie her hands from the bed, and then reached over and grabbed some lube that she had not realised was on her bedside table. Reluctantly, he pulled out of Chantal’s mouth with an audible “pop”. He tossed the bottle down the bed as Dom slid out of her pussy, and stood. As Dom leaned forward and started sucking on her nipples, Joey moved down in between her legs and thrust in all the way. Dom applied some lube to his rock hard cock, although she couldn’t see it because he had moved behind Joey, who repeatedly slammed harder into her. Joey rolled over, so he was on bottom as Chantal rode him. Dom pushed in between her shoulder blades and Chantal leaned forward, and then felt the tip of his cock nudge against her ass. He pushed his way in with one hard thrust. Chantal screamed at the burn from his rough entrance, but it did not linger long. There was something different about the way his cock felt in her ass. Once Dom was seated inside of her fully, Joey thrust all the way to the hilt. Gasping at the fullness, all she could think of was that she was in a sandwich with these two hot guys, and she so loved it.
Dom rolled all three of them onto their sides, and they both started thrusting into her; one thrusting in while the other pulled out. A perfect synchronized rhythm. Then, they started moving in and out at the same time. Both of their hands are all over her. Joey was in front of her and Dom was behind her. Although, she had wanted to look into Dom’s eyes as he fucked her, she was happy that Joey was there. She had not wanted Dom to see the emotions in her eyes. Dom pulled out of her and moved away as Joey kept going, harder and harder.
Eventually, Joey rolled her onto her back. Dom wiped himself clean and moved up near her head, sliding his gorgeous cock into her mouth, while Joey still hammered into her. Holy shit, he’s pierced. She knew she had felt something, but was unsure if it was actually him or just something about him.