"Yes, Brent."
"You aren't allowed to come."
She thought he exercised enormous self-restraint by saying, “Yes, Brent” again, with no accompanying sighs. She was glad Zach had only given her the two rules.
"You don't have permission this morning either, Dana."
Her answering moan sounded whiny even to her own ears.
Jacob leaned in and kissed her as Zach continued his torture of the back of her neck, nibbling and licking below her hairline.
When she was sure she'd go crazy with need, Zach spoke softly near her ear. “I'll give it one full squeeze and wait two minutes before doing it again. You'll deal with it for another two minutes and I'll deflate it and remove it. I know you're hurting already, I'm aware this isn't the kind of pain you can easily handle, and I'm about to throw a whole shitload of it at you, but please find a way to survive it. I need to know you want to submit to me bad enough to take it."
Her temper spiked. “I put up with the damned thing all night; I can do it another four minutes."
The room was silent a few heartbeats before Zach calmly said, “Would you like to rephrase that, pet?"
His voice was dangerously soft, but her temper spoke for her yet again. “No, Sir. I stand by my statement."
"I see. You wouldn't be feeling the need to test me, would you?"
She sighed, thought he was probably right, but remembered the rules from the night before and said. “You told me I could say what I wanted last night. Are you retracting that, now?"
"No, I won't retract it—we both know the problem isn't what you said, but how you said it. If you can honestly tell me you weren't testing my authority I'll let it go."
She searched inside of herself and realized she needed him to reassert his authority, to make things right between them again. “I don't want you to let it go. Sir."
His hand caressed her cheek as he said, “You'll hold it four minutes after the second pump instead of two. And I had intended to allow an orgasm before breakfast, but that's not likely to happen now.” He nodded towards Jacob. “Throw your leg over his hip; give him room to get in you."
Dana looked into Jacob's face as she straddled his torso. He wrapped his arms around her, lined up, and began to press the hard length of himself into her. Her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensation, but then her ass exploded in pain and she gave a short scream before stopping it, remembering where they were.
"You can do it, breathe through it and relax,” Jacob said, massaging her back as he continued to slowly move in and out of her. “Feel my cock in you, my hands on you, hear the sound of my voice. Open for him; give him this. He's got his phone set, it'll go off when it's time for your next pump, so you can let go until then, right?"
Zach pushed in on the plug and she squealed in pain again as her body jerked and tensed.
Jacob's voice was soft against her face. “Shhhh, it's his ass, he wants to play with it while it's stretched. Give him this; show him you belong to him."
Dana relaxed her shoulders, nodding, realizing he was right. She felt Zach pushing at the plug again, making it shift around inside of her a little, and moaned in torment as Jacob soothed her through it.
When the alarm went off she thought she'd have a few seconds, but Zach was ready just as it sounded and the stretch screamed through her body almost simultaneously.
She instantly started moving and begging, the burn too intense for her to handle this time, her colon trying to create a bowel movement and cramps setting up—her ass wanting to expel it, but not able to do anything with the size.
Zach put his mouth near her ear. “You want to do this for me. You want to hurt for me, to prove to both of us how much you belong to me. You need me to hurt you, and it's gotta be more than you think you can take. Another minute and it would've come out if you hadn't sassed me. You need me to exert my authority, and you'll suffer through another three. Say your safeword and the valve releases immediately, but is that what you want?"
"No, Sir,” she gasped out. “I know we need this, but it's too much, please help me."
"We are helping you. Can you feel Jacob's cock in you? My fingers on your nipple?"
When his phone finally buzzed Zach was as quick on the release as he'd been on the pump. She came close to orgasming as the air went out, the relief so great, and the power exchange between them setting her libido off in a way nothing else could.
"Don't come, pet. I'd have to find a replacement for the armbinder, and switch which leg goes into the air, but there's nothing to stop me from giving you the rest of the consequences for coming without permission."
She held onto it, but only barely, as he pulled the plug free of her ass.
"Jacob, I'll be fucking her from behind. The bed is the right height for you to stand beside it to get a blowjob. Does that work for you?"
Brent answered. “Yes, it works just fine for him. Ditch the condom Jacob, and stay nice and hard, but don't come. We've got plans for that load of yours, be sure you hold onto it."
Zach piled pillows on the edge of the bed and had Dana shift onto her knees so she was leaning forward with her chest on the pillows, both hands by her side.
"You can use your right hand to hold his dick if you want, as long as it doesn't hurt your shoulder. Spread your knees wider; give me better access, pet."
He took something from Brent and said, “As much as I'd like to surprise you, I need to let you know this won't cause harm. It's lube spiked with cinnamon and ginger oil, and it'll feel like hot pepper sauce, but it's pain without damage, I promise."
Brent spoke from the other side of her, no longer watching from their bed. “Jacob, if you let her mouth come off your cock I'll put a funnel in the head of it and pour his special oil into your peehole, and when we get home you'll go into the jailbird for a month."
Zach added, “And Dana, if you take your mouth all the way off his cock you'll wear a gag every minute you aren't working for the next three days. Small ones, big ones, ring gags, ball gags, bit gags, dental gags, spider gags... I'll have such fun changing them out."
She looked at Jacob and said, “I don't want to wear a gag for the next three days.” He nodded and she saw they were in agreement, knew she could depend on him to help her stay put. He aimed past her lips as Zach's gloved finger probed her ass.
It took a moment for the heat to hit, but when it did, she writhed frantically and tried to scream around Jacob's cock, but he gripped the back of her head, resolutely pushing her onto his length. She caught a glance of Brent masturbating in her peripheral vision, and wondered if he were getting off on the predicament he'd put Jacob in, or on her pain.
The burn was growing exponentially, and she felt Jacob's strength as he held her onto him, forcing into her throat to keep her from screaming as she fought to escape. She sometimes forgot how strong he was, this man who knelt for her. She thrashed and flailed, trying to push off him, but he was too strong, and held her firm. Dana was just along for the ride.
When Zach removed his fingers and drove in with his cock, her body went into full fight mode, her right hand shoving her away from Jacob's leg, her left shoulder shouting at her as she dragged it up and tried to use it, too. Zach wrapped an arm around her hips and increased the pace, the friction adding to the fire until she thought she'd self-combust. She frantically fought them, but Zach just fucked her harder and she had no way to stop him. When he finally pulled out the inferno inside of her continued to blaze, and he kept his arm firmly around her torso, holding her in place and, she realized, protecting her injuries so she hadn't hurt herself while she struggled.
"You can pull out now Jacob. Let's get her turned over."
She heard Brent reminding his slave he couldn't come without permission as Zach gently helped her off the pillows and onto her back. The fire in her ass still burned, and she was so horny she was in danger of a spontaneous orgasm if anyone touched her just right.
"I'm close Sir, I'm not sure I can hold back."
He shook his head. “You know the consequences; it's not open for discussion. Maybe you'll think before smarting off next time. Scoot closer to the side of the bed and spread your legs—careful of your injuries. Will it be better to have your knees bent and your feet near your bottom, or your legs straight in spread eagle?"
"Bent, Sir."
"I need you to put your hands out to your sides and get comfortable. If you move anything once we've started, you'll be severely disciplined later.” She opened her mouth to argue and he interjected with, “I'll allow toes and fingers, but that's it. Your head stays in place, too. I suggest you find a spot on the ceiling and stay focused on it."
Dana settled into a position she could hold and nodded her head.
The men moved around her, Zach kneeling on the bed on her right, Brent standing on the floor to her left, and Jacob still above her head—all three cocks hanging over her, and all rock hard.
Zach began jacking off, and Brent followed as she heard him telling Jacob to get started, and she knew what was coming. They'd all been close, so she didn't have to endure the indignity of three men beating off over her while she stayed frozen in place for too long before Zach's cum shot onto her cheeks, down her neck, and onto her breasts. Brent was next, his landing mostly on her chest, grunting out Jacob's permission as he finished emptying himself over her. She closed her eyes as spunk rocketed out of the cock over her forehead, felt it splashing on her face and chest, and concentrated on keeping her head exactly still, fighting her instincts to keep from jerking away and avoiding it.
The warmth was cooling as it began running down her cheek towards her hair, a finger caught it, pushed it up her cheek, smoothing it around, mixing it all together. She opened her eyes to see Zach's looking into hers as he finger-painted with the spunk on her face, his expression cementing the claim he was swirling on her body. He moved to her breasts and massaged it in before saying, “You've done well so far, not moving your head to avoid us—I'm pleased. You'll continue to stay absolutely motionless."
He looked toward Brent and nodded as he moved out of her line of vision.
"Jacob,” said Brent, “clean her with your tongue. Every last molecule."
"Yes, Brent."
The bed dipped as he climbed onto it—she couldn't see him, but didn't dare try to look down to get eye contact. In some ways, this was worse than being blindfolded.
Jacob's warm tongue swiped tentatively at the base of her rib cage and she wiggled her toes and fingers to keep from squirming under him. She hadn't realized how torturous this would be. She concentrated on her breathing while attempting to ignore the burn in her ass and the rasping tongue relentlessly licking closer and closer to her breasts.
When he reached her nipples, licking over them as a cat would with the flat of his tongue, the rough parts scraping over ultra-sensitive skin, she thought she'd lose it.
Her nipples were nothing compared to the sensation of him making his way up her throat and onto her face. She was amazed to discover having her face licked was more intimate than a mouth on her pussy. Now there was eye contact—the man who was submissive to her, cleaning her, doing it as a service, while her Master forced her to stay still and accept it. She had no idea how Jacob managed it without appearing dominant over her, but he did, and she was thankful.
Keeping her pelvis still was becoming harder and harder. She desperately wanted to hump the air, fuck an imaginary cock. She was in danger of coming, and wasn't sure she'd be able to hold it off much longer.
She was a little humiliated, or maybe objectified, at having the come of three men licked off her face, and the depth of Zach's ownership sank into her psyche and threatened to set her off like a cannon. Jacob's tongue swiped across her lips, up the base of her nose and across both sides of it, and over to her other cheek, his body leaning over hers so she could feel his hard cock at her hip. She moved her pelvis into it, a tiny movement she hoped the two Doms wouldn't notice, desperately wishing she could order Jacob to fuck her. He pulled up and looked down at her face, leaning in and licking the other side of her face from her ear up to the edge of her mouth before sitting back, moving out of her line of sight again.
"Good job, Jacob. You can get dressed—no time for a shower or we'll miss breakfast."
Zach's voice followed Brent's. “Well done, pet. You can move now. Here's a skirt and tee, and another shirt to go over the top of it. You shouldn't need a bra with the two shirts, and you don't get panties. Put them on and let's go."
She sat up and looked at the clothing, approving of his choice and agreeing she could get away with going bra-less for breakfast, where she wasn't likely to move around much.
"Permission to put make-up on to hide my bruises? And can Jacob help me with my hair to cover the stitches, please, Sir?"
He glanced at the clock and nodded. “Five minutes."
Dana was dressed and finishing her make-up when Jacob joined her in the bathroom. She'd already brushed the tangles out, so it only took him twenty seconds to maneuver her hair into place, but this time he put it in a loose ponytail, with the hair draping enough on the side to cover the stitches. He rubbed her shoulders a few moments when he finished, their eyes meeting in the mirror, clearly showing their love, with no words needed.
"Thanks Jacob, that looks good. God, I'm still so horny I can't see straight."
He kissed the top of her head, smiling. “Sorry. I'd help you with that if I could. C'mon, let's go eat."
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Chapter Fourteen
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Dana had mixed emotions as they pulled into the driveway of Zach's home. Their home. Was it theirs? She'd left it awfully easily, and wasn't sure how much it felt like her place now, returning to it.
The four had decided during breakfast it'd be better to head to Zach's for the rest of the weekend. They'd checked out and explored the Tennessee Aquarium, since neither Brent nor Jacob had been. They'd taken in an Imax movie and then gone to a hilarious Murder Mystery Dinner Theater.
She opened her car door and stepped out the instant it stopped, walking to the trunk to wait for Zach to open it. Jacob exited as swiftly as she did, striding to her as he said, “Don't even think you're going to pull luggage out of there, you're still supposed to be babying your hand and shoulder."
She turned and snapped, “I'm not an invalid, dammit!"
He took a half step back and quickly recovered, his face showing compassion. “No, you're not. But there's no need in aggravating your injuries when we're here to... when I'm here to offer my services."
Zach's voice spoke softly beside her. “I think you owe Jacob an apology, Dana. That's not an order, just an observation."
Damn, he was right. She looked at her feet and took a breath, raising her head to look into Jacob's eyes, and saw the hurt in them. “I'm sorry; you were trying to help and didn't deserve my snapping at you. You've been so good to me, and I...” She sighed again. “There's no excuse, I'm sorry."
"Apology accepted,” he said, smiling sadly, “but only because I know you won't make a habit of it."
Stepping behind him, Brent placed his hands on Jacob's shoulders in support. “He doesn't mind being the whipping boy when it comes to whips, but words can cut him to the soul."
Fuck, she knew this, and still she'd snapped at him. She leaned against the SUV Zach had driven, reached up to rub the area around her stitches, trying to calm the itchiness. “I know, which makes it even worse.” She dropped her hand and looked at the ground. “It's easier to screw up when you're the submissive, there's punishment and then it's all put behind you."
Looking back up, meeting Jacob's eyes, she added, “I'd offer to let you punish me, but it doesn't work that way, does it? I'm the one in charge. How can I be expected to control you if I can't regulate myself?"
She took another breath, grasping for a way express that she knew she'd screwed up. “I'll accept a forfeit, same as Brent, or we can come up with something els
e, if it'll make things right."
Jacob sighed and leaned into Brent. “Apology accepted. It hurt, but you understand why, and your eyes tell me how sorry you are. If it becomes a pattern we'll have a problem, but I won't throw everything away over it happening once. I love you, and I think I know where your head is, so I won't accept your offer of a forfeit.” Brent squeezed his shoulders and he added, “I'm not giving you an excuse, just explaining why I accept your apology."
Her eyes rose to Brent's. “Do you?"
He smiled, too, easing her heart a little. “Thank you for asking. Yes, I do, for the same reasons Jacob does.” His hands wrapped around his lover's body as he said, “I'm not perfect, either, and we've created a separate set of protocols to live by when I'm under a lot of stress."
Zach's hand touched her arm, caressing it as he said, “You both know where your room is here, I'd like an hour alone with Dana before we meet up in the playroom."
Brent looked at his cellphone and said, “Can we make it an hour and a half? I'd like some time in the playroom with Jacob before it's all four of us, and would like to get him settled in upstairs before we come down."
"Perfect. We'll see you then.” He let go of her arm and pulled both bags out, sitting them on the ground before pulling his own handle up and walking through the garage with it. “Come along, Dana. You got it out of the house I'm sure you can get it back in."
He waited for her at the bottom of the staircase, silently reaching for her bag and carrying them both up the steps, his eyes telling her not to argue. He left hers at the top of the stairs, letting her roll it the rest of the way to her closet.
She appreciated being allowed to bring it in—the unspoken message that he wasn't going to smother her, would let her do what she was capable of, but he'd put his foot down to be sure she wasn't hurt. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye as she was emptying her suitcase and swiveled her head to see him leaned against the doorway—arms crossed with a neutral look on his face.
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