by Tawny Taylor
“Yes, that’s the way, baby. Next time you’ll last longer. Maybe.” Logan withdrew the toy. “With both our cocks inside you, you may not last more than a few seconds. He flicked his tongue over her ubersensitive clit and her body responded, heating up again. “But we’ll forgive you this once. You’re so responsive.”
She couldn’t deny that. Even she was surprised by how easily Logan and Brad warmed her up.
The guys unstrapped her wrists and legs and helped her off the table. Dizzy from lying down so long, and from being so aroused, she wobbled across the kitchen, following their lead. They escorted her to the den.
“Give us just a minute,” Logan said.
He quickly lit a fire while Brad went around the room with a cigarette lighter, illuminating the candles scattered on tables and shelves. She made herself cozy in a leather recliner, positioned close to the fire. Brad slid the silver cock ring in place. She watched him, intrigued. The guys then wrapped their erections in latex and grinned at her.
“Are you ready?” Brad asked.
She took a look at those two thick rods and swallowed hard. Was she? Now that she’d had time to settle down a bit, she was having second thoughts. “I…I’m not sure.”
Brad and Logan angled worried looks at each other. Brad stepped up, erect cock bobbing up and down as he walked. For some reason, Jamie just couldn’t tear her gaze away from that region of his body. “Come here, baby.” He eased her out of the chair and took her place, pulling her onto his lap. “What’s wrong? Are you afraid?”
“A little,” Jamie admitted, unable to lie to him when he was looking at her with such genuine concern.
“You enjoyed being fucked with the dildo,” he pointed out.
“Yes.”
“Did it hurt?”
“It stung a little at first. After that, it felt good. Very good.”
“That’s what it will feel like now. It might sting at first. If it becomes unbearable, we’ll stop. Say ‘red’.”
Instead of making her feel less anxious, this discussion was making her feel more. She felt her body stiffen as all those old thoughts about sex started to bubble up to the surface. Clearly, they hadn’t been wiped out entirely, just submerged for a little while. “I don’t think I’m ready for this.”
Logan, who’d been sitting across from them, directly in front of what had become a crackling fire, leaned forward. “You’re physically ready. We wouldn’t try if there was any doubt.”
She gnawed on her lower lip. “Maybe it isn’t the physical part that’s stopping me.”
“Baby, did you enjoy what just happened in the dining room?”
“I did.”
“Are you feeling guilty?”
“Because this is different. You’re actually… There will be penetration.”
“Mmmmm.” Logan nodded, understanding her concern. “What’s that mean to you? What’s the difference between me using my fingers versus my cock?”
“Do we really need to have this conversation?” she asked. “It’s completely different. It’s everything.”
“Do you think we’ll think less of you afterward?”
Did she? “No…well, maybe.”
“We’re not that shallow. Or judgmental,” Brad said, caressing her shoulder.
“Of course, you say that now.”
“How many assholes have you slept with?” Logan said.
“I guess a few more than I should have.”
Logan shook his head. “Baby, we are going to have sex tonight. And then, afterward, we are going to show you exactly how much we respect and adore you.”
She shuddered against Brad. She wasn’t ready for this. Too many doubts lingered, too many emotions swamped her. She started to stand but Brad held her around the waist, keeping her from leaving. Logan cupped her face and kissed her, murmuring sweet promises against her mouth.
“We won’t do anything until you beg for it.”
“You’re going to learn to trust us.”
“I promise we’ll stop if you tell us to.”
“Let us show you how beautiful sex can be.”
When Logan’s tongue stroked the seam of her mouth, she opened to him.
It felt so right, this kiss.
It felt so right, being held by Brad.
It felt so right, having Logan’s fingertips torment her breasts.
They were wearing condoms. She would be safe.
Let us show you how beautiful sex can be. Logan’s words echoed in her head as she dropped it back and sighed. Logan was kissing a fiery path down one side of her neck while Brad’s hands slid between her thighs, pushing them apart. She resisted at first, knowing once they touched her there, she’d probably lose all ability to tell them no.
But then Logan, devious, glorious Logan, slid south, took one of her nipples into his mouth and pulled hard on it.
She arched into him and shivered as a rush of carnal need blazed through her system. Her thoughts became muddy as her focus snapped to the throbbing need gathering in her center.
Can’t.
Shouldn’t.
He turned to the other breast, and while he rolled the first nipple—now a hard, tight point—between his finger and thumb, Logan suckled the other one. Brad’s fingers explored the burning flesh between her thighs, parting her labia to find the little hard bead that ached to be stroked.
Oh yes.
Should.
Must.
She felt her body trembling as the need within her blossomed. God help her, she wanted Brad and Logan to take her. She wanted those two glorious cocks pumping inside, stroking away the need she could barely endure.
She pulled her legs wider apart, opening herself to them, a silent plea for more.
Logan, no doubt sensing her acquiescence, left her breasts for new territory. He kissed and nipped a winding path down her stomach to her pussy. He pushed two fingers inside and she nearly came with the first stroke. “So hot. So wet. Are you ready for us now, baby?”
“Yesssss,” she hissed, rocking her hips as his fingers slowly pistoned in and out of her. “Oh yes.”
“Mmmmm,” Brad’s voice rumbled through her body. It was a very nice sensation. In fact, her nipples became even harder. “I don’t think she’s ready yet.”
Logan’s breath cooled her swollen tissues between her legs and she sighed. Then she gasped when he parted her labia and flicked his tongue over her clit.
She shoved her hips forward, shamelessly grinding her cunt into his face. They didn’t think she was ready? She’d show them how ready she was. “Please, Logan.”
“Please, what?” A fingertip circled her entry, the motion making her tighter, hotter, more desperate.
Meanwhile, Brad decided her breasts were being neglected. He flicked and pinched and pulled on her nipples until they were so hard and so tight her teeth gritted.
“Please stop torturing me,” she grumbled.
“Is this torturing you?” He rammed two fingers into her pussy and she arched into his hand, lifting her ass completely off Brad’s lap.
“Oh, ohhhhhh!” Her voice was breathy, barely audible.
“Or this?” He slid two lubed fingers into her ass.
It was.
Then he started pumping all four fingers in and out, matching thrusts, and she shivered and quaked her way to a fierce orgasm. One thrust, only one more and she would—
“What?” she squeaked.
He’d stopped.
So had Brad.
She opened her eyes—when had she closed them? “Why?” She gulped air into her deflated lungs.
“Time to change things up a little.” Logan took her hands in his, tugging her to her feet. Brad shuffled around them, trading places with Logan. Then Logan grasped her hips.
Brad handed Logan the lube.
“Beg him,” Brad said while Logan spread lube over her anus. He slid a slick finger inside her ass, spreading some lube in there too.
Standing with her back to Logan, bent sl
ightly forward at the waist, hands braced on Brad’s shoulders, she struggled to stay erect. If it wasn’t for Logan holding her hips, she’d slam straight down on his cock.
Brad lowered himself to his knees, his eyes never leaving Jamie’s. “It’s your choice. Beg him. Or not.”
They didn’t touch her. They didn’t try to convince her. They just waited. For what seemed to her like an eternity.
She was about to have sex with two men. At the same time. Did she want to? Yes. Could she do this without hating herself afterward? God, she hoped so!
“Logan, please fuck me in the ass,” she whispered.
He eased her down onto him, waiting for her tissues to relax and let him inside. There was pain, but it wasn’t terrible. In fact, the lingering burn made the pleasure that much greater. And the fullness, when she finally rested on his lap, was absolutely exquisite. She tightened around him, and they both groaned.
Brad moved into position, pulled her legs wider apart so his hips fit between hers, which were now draped over Logan’s. Her feet were no longer resting on the floor. Kissing her, his tongue gently caressing and exploring her mouth, he slowly entered her.
She had no idea. Couldn’t have known.
Oh God, how insanely good did that feel?
She was full. Fuller than she’d ever been. With Logan’s cock in her ass, her pussy was tighter. And that made her supersensitive to every minute movement of Brad’s cock. He started stroking in and out of her slowly at first. With every inward thrust, she tumbled closer to climax. And with every withdrawal, the air left her lungs in a panting huff. Innn. Outtt. Stoke after stroke. She curled her arms around Brad’s neck and clung to him, rocking her hips, grinding against Logan.
Hot.
So close.
Almost there.
Yessss.
The orgasm thrashed her like a wild river and she tumbled and rolled through the flurry of sensations that followed. Clenching. Pulsing. Spasms. Blood throbbing. Heart pounding. She cried out, her voice echoed by two male voices as Brad and Logan found release too. As the intensity eased, she rode the waves, unwilling to let them stop, praying the pleasure would last forever.
When she was finally able to open her eyes, she looked into Brad’s flushed face and smiled. She kissed his sweat-slicked forehead and flopped back against Logan’s thick bulk.
Brad gently withdrew from her, pulling off the condom and silver cock ring. Then he helped Logan lift her off his lap so he could remove the condom from his semiflaccid cock as well.
That was…beyond words. Beyond imagining.
She wasn’t regretful.
She wasn’t hating herself.
Quite the opposite. As she settled in bed, nestled safe and cozy between the two guys that night, she was downright joyful.
Chapter Seven
The rest of the week passed by too quickly, and by Saturday, Jamie was starting to wish this thing the three of them had started didn’t have to end. She didn’t just feel lust for these men, she also trusted them. She admired them. She cared about them.
Five evenings they spent talking over dinner, sharing little pieces of their lives. They talked about their hopes. Their dreams. Their fears. They discussed their feelings about sex, including Brad and Logan’s D/s lifestyle and Jamie’s gradual realization that she was a submissive. But one subject had not come up yet—the future of their relationship.
Five nights they spent experimenting, exploring, testing each other’s limits. After the fifth night, Jamie knew she’d never again feel ashamed of her fantasies and desires. She was healthy. She was adventurous. She was submissive. She was perfectly, one hundred percent normal.
She was, for once in her life, truly happy.
Sort of.
Tonight was the last night they’d spend together. It was bittersweet. The week had gone by so quickly, she hadn’t thought much about how she would feel when it was time to say goodbye to the guys and go back to being casual acquaintances. But now that the time was near, she was battling all sorts of emotions, both good and bad. She was thankful for all Logan and Brad had done for her. She was happy for having finally pushed past the issues she now realized had enslaved her for years. But she was also uncertain how she was expected to act around them in the future.
Was it over? For good?
Tonight, she’d ask them.
The guys had told her they had something extra special planned. Outside of telling her it had to do with D/s, they’d given her no other hints.
Just as he had every day, Logan had given her a short list of things to do to prepare for the evening. She was to shower and shave, as usual. He also asked her to curl her long hair into bouncy ringlets and put on some makeup. She was also to use an enema and wear a butt plug all day. Clearly, more anal sex was on the night’s agenda. That made her happy.
But unlike the previous days, they’d given her something very special to wear for their final night together. It was a whisper-thin negligee. The delicate fabric was a pretty rose shade that set off her complexion perfectly. Of course, she was told to wear no panties. In a second gift-wrapped box, she found a pair of fierce high-heeled shoes.
When the clock displayed six p.m., she was standing at the door, feeling sexy and beautiful and anxious. At dinner, she was going to ask them what they thought about making their arrangement more permanent. She couldn’t imagine trusting any other Dom. Patiently, gently they’d guided her on this journey. She hoped they’d take her further than this. She’d just begun. There was so much more to learn.
The front door swung open and her heart jerked in her chest. She curled her shaking hands into fists as Brad strolled in, followed by Logan…followed by a man she’d never seen before…followed by another man, and a woman, and several more men and women. She stood there, watching the parade silently, too shocked to react.
This put a real wrench in her plans.
Brad gave her a soft kiss on the mouth, “Hi, baby, we have a surprise for you.”
Logan gave her a reassuring look then corralled the guests, leading them to the kitchen and taking drink orders.
“What is this?” she asked Brad.
Brad cupped her cheek, grazing her lower lip with his thumb. “You’ll see.”
“But what about dinner?”
“It’s on the way.” He took her hand, giving it a slight squeeze. “You look beautiful tonight.”
“Thank you. I was hoping we’d have a chance to talk.”
“We will.” He tightened his hold on her hand and quirked a smile. “Later. After your surprise.”
While Logan continued serving the guests, Brad led her back to the bedroom. He motioned to the bed, waited for her to sit.
“This isn’t just any party, is it?” Jamie asked him, knowing the answer already. Brad’s expression was more serious than usual. She wasn’t sure what that meant, but she knew it was significant.
“Not exactly.”
“Will you explain it to me?”
“Every one of those people out there are Doms. They are all looking for new submissives to train.”
Her heart slipped to her toes. Surely Brad and Logan didn’t mean to pass her off to some stranger…? She started to shake her head.
“Jamie. You’ve never been with another Dom. Only with the two of us. You may find another is a better fit for you.”
She couldn’t see how that was possible. Brad and Logan were the perfect Doms for her. They were gentle but firm. They were caring and patient. They were her Doms.
“In addition, you will learn something different about yourself and about domination and submission from every Dom who trains you. If you allow yourself to be open to it.”
She stared down at her hands clenched together in her lap. This wasn’t what she’d expected. Not at all. They didn’t want her? She couldn’t speak. She didn’t know what to say, what to do.
“We would like to put you on display tonight. It’s a common thing among the Doms in our community. What it mea
ns is that our guests, your potential Doms, will have a chance to see you, to touch you intimately, to talk to you.” A little quiver raced up her spine. “It’s not only their opportunity to determine whether you would be a good submissive for them but whether they would be a good Dom for you.”
“I don’t know.” She wanted to tell Brad Hell no! but she was too overwhelmed and confused to say anything. She still didn’t understand why they’d done this.
Brad gently cupped her cheeks in his palms and lifted her face. “I want to make sure you understand, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We arranged this for you.”
Their eyes locked.
Shadows. She’d never seen so much darkness in his eyes before.
Why?
Was that pain she saw? Uncertainty? Sadness?
Something inside her clicked.
They were doing this for her sake. That was what he’d said. And he’d meant it. They had invited these other Doms here tonight not because they wanted to dump her into someone else’s lap. At least, Brad didn’t want to.
They wanted to help her. To encourage her to grow, to explore, to push her limits.
Just as they’d encouraged her to do all week.
“Brad, do you want me to do this?” she asked.
Looking a little sad, but trying valiantly to hide it, he nodded. “I do.”
“Then I’ll do it. But if I decide none of them are a good fit—”
“Then we’ll talk.”
She inhaled a deep breath, the first in several painful minutes. “Okay. What do I do?”
“I think you’d feel more comfortable blindfolded, since it’s your first time. You’ll stand in the center of the room. We will be nearby at all times. As a safety precaution, one or both of us will be within reach the entire time. You have nothing to be afraid of.”
Easy for him to say.
“Also, I want to add we have personally known each Dom here tonight for years. We respect them and trust them not to harm you.”
“Okay.”
Brad helped her remove the butt plug, gave her a warm hug and, sandwiching her head between his hands, kissed her forehead. He left the room, returning within seconds with a blindfold. “Ready?”
Her mouth was dry when she nodded. “Yes.”