“Good musculature here,” Drake’s hands squeezed so hard, a tiny whine escaped her lips. She thought she knew now what a thoroughbred might be going through as that hard curry comb coursed over its flanks. “But if we keep her she’s going to need to work it more.”
“Definitely,” Parker agreed, chuckling.
A slap rang out, heat blooming across her ass. Then another, making her cry out.
“Good movement to them too,” Drake said, satisfaction plain in his voice. “Have you spanked her yet?”
Parker laughed. “What do you think we were doing? You think I wouldn’t be spanking an ass like that at the very first opportunity I got?”
Drake’s deep laughter made her clit tingle.
“I gotta get her in those fucking jeans again. Unreal, Drake. Fucking unreal.”
“Well, let’s get a better look, Parker.”
She tried to look back at them, but a hand caught her locks, yanking down, hard. Her head craned back, her eyes wide, staring up at the harness above. “Keep your eyes forward and your mouth shut, girl. Drake wants to look at you — and he will. As long as he wants.” Another slap landed on her ass, and she gasped at the bright pain. “Be a good girl, and obey.”
Trying to nod against his tight grip, his arm reached around her, his hand clutching her breast, the thumb lazing across the rock-hard nipple. “That’s it, Ashley. Just be quiet now. Let him explore you. You don’t have any choice about it anyway.”
The touch of his thumb sent pulses of heat straight to her clit at each pass of the calloused pad over her throbbing nipple. She had no idea how he knew how to do that, but the gentle touch was just enough to make her fear flying completely apart, the clever gentleness of his touch so at odds with the hellish fires those hands raised in her flesh earlier.
Each man took one of her legs in hand, pulling them forward and upward the coolness of the air on her moist, exposed cleft making her inhale sharply. They held her legs up quite high, the knees bent as if she were seated. What the fuck were they doing?
“Here,” Parker said. “Give me that strap — no, the suede one, the black one will gall her legs too much.”
“Got it. Raise her legs a little more, there’s room.” Drake’s voice almost rasped, lust drenching the deep rumbling. They raised her legs yet higher until the turgid tips of her breasts brushed her thighs. A hand eased along one thigh, a thumb circling over the flesh lovingly. “So beautiful.”
Cold suede pressed to the back of both thighs, just above the crook of each knee. She watched Parker tie off the ends of the light tan of the strap at the apex of her harness, the taut strap angling up to meet at the heavy steep ring, a triangle of leather holding her legs up high like a sling. Parker tightened the strap, and it fitted firmly behind the knees.
His hand cupped one of her knees and he peeked around her, his gray eyes inches away. “Keep those legs bent, girl. The strap will dig into those tendons if you try to straighten.”
She nodded, her mouth dry, feeling even more helpless, suspended above the tile like a prized game trophy. Just when she thought these men had brought her as low as she could go, they plumbed new depths. She felt the cool air on her widely spread cleft now, knowing that all of her charms were as blatantly displayed as it was possible to be.
“Fuck me, Park. Unbelievable.”
“Good deep cleft there, right? I warned her she was going to wish she wasn’t born with that ass once you got your hands on her.”
Drake’s chuckle neither dispelled nor confirmed the notion, which was somehow worse. Not knowing his true intentions either way, might have been the scariest part of all.
Don’t you mean the hottest part, Ashley?
A thick finger touched the sensitive flesh of her anus, stroking lightly over the tightly clenched opening. “She’ll need to be stretched here.”
“How do you know? Want to try her out?” Parker moved behind her, and Ashley dropped her head, closing her eyes. If it was possible to actually die of embarrassment, she thought she was probably on death’s door.
“Here Drake, just use plenty of this.” Ashley heard the top of a bottle pop open. Lube? “Won’t matter how tight she is.”
“No.”
What?
“Dude, she’s right there. Perfect height even.” Parker stood close behind her, making sure she could hear him. “You can’t tell me you don’t want to stretch that hole with your cock. You’re a fucking liar if you say otherwise.”
Fingers whispered along her cleft, stroking her perineum, almost tickling her. She jerked in her suspension, wincing at the way the strap dug into the tendons at the backs of her knees.
“She’s not ready for that, Park.”
Yes!
No, God no.
“Drake, you need to understand something here.” A big hand pinched the flesh of her ass between hard fingertips. “She is staying here as long as we want. She’s going to do whatever we want. That’s what this is about.”
“I said I’d touch her, not fuck her, Parker. I meant it.”
“What are you, a fucking monk?” A hand slapped her flank, making her jerk, heat flaring out. “Just do it, Drake. This is what she wants from us. She doesn’t want choice in the matter. She wants to be taken.”
The tension in the room thrummed behind her, even as she tried to block out the image of her ass splayed out for their inspection.
“That’s your thing, Parker. That’s not how I do this.”
“Okay, fine.” She could just imagine the shrug of Parker’s defined shoulders. “So tell her how you do it then? She needs to know, right?”
Drake leaned close, his hands again crushing her vulnerable buttocks in their harsh grip. “When that time comes, Ashley, you’re going to ask me to fuck your ass.” He squeezed harder, hurting her. “Answer me.”
“Yes — Drake.” She tried to swallow away the lump in her throat.
“Good.” Then he stepped behind her again.
She jerked up involuntarily as wet fingers stroked her bottom hole, rubbing copious amounts of lubrication around the opening, two fingers slicked her entire cleft, pausing to spread her cheeks even further apart, another hand pulling down on her shoulder, making her feel as if she might split apart in truth.
“Here, need a little more.” Drake whistled softly, and Ashley hid her face against her arms once more. There she hung, her privates on blatant display for anyone to see, and he was seemingly treating this as if this was just a pleasant way to pass some time, a lark.
A hard, thick finger pressed to her bottom hole — and stayed there. “Now, I need you to try to loosen it, Ashley. Relax and open up.”
“Drake, what are you—”
“No talking, girl!” Parker’s voice was soft, but the tone was deadly serious. A harsh smack landed on one of her thighs and she cried out at the sting. “Unless you want even more, you’ll keep that mouth shut.”
Every muscle in her body wanted to tense, and she wished she could pull her ass up, straighten legs that were just beginning to tingle.
“Just relax, and push against me, Ashley.” A hand stroked circles over her trembling ass. “I’ll be gentle, but we aren’t stopping until you let me in. Be a good girl, now.”
“Listen to him, slut.”
She inhaled a sharp breath at the word, breathless, confused arousal flooding through her. There was too much to examine there, so she concentrated on Drake’s insistent finger, pressing remorselessly against her most private of places.
“Take a deep breath. Another.” Drake pressed the tip just inside the cringing circlet. “That’s it, push out now. Relax and push out.”
It burned, but the crazed maelstrom of sensation in her cleft was nowhere near all pain.
“Have you been taken here before, Ashley?”
She tried to look back at Parker, unsure of what she should do or say. He met her eyes, his gaze sharp, expectant. She averted her eyes, nodding her head.
“Good, then you know w
hat to do,” Drake said “I want you to bear down on me. You know what I mean. Bear down, and take it like a good girl.”
He pressed harder, and she keened at the harsh sting, but obeyed, knowing it would ultimately make it easier. His finger instantly slipped in, making her catch her breath at the contradictory sensations, the strange mixture of discomfort and dark pleasure, as the nerve endings responded to the stimulation.
“That’s my good girl, Ashley.” Drake’s big hand reached up, stroking the side of her neck tenderly. “Just a little more now. Stay relaxed.”
She groaned as he thrust the remainder of his thick finger deep into her bottom, the knuckles hard against the inner slopes of her buttocks.
Ashley stayed very still, trying to adjust to the alien sensation, to the pleasure she felt it was wrong to feel, but couldn’t be denied.
Then he began to thrust within her. At first it was slow, shallow strokes, letting her bottom hole acclimate to the invasion, then as the breath burst from her lungs at each down stroke, he thrust in with more authority, heedless of the strangled, scared whimpering each strong thrust elicited from her. Fingers reached between her thighs, his finger still pistoning within her bottom, and eased between the slickened, bereft lips of her cunt. A calloused finger tip found the burning clit, making her arch up in her bonds.
“She likes this, Parker. Jesus, she likes this.”
The wet sounds of the lips of her sex spreading around his circling fingers mortified her, but the feeling of having her ass impaled by that thick digit was all she could concentrate on. And that was just his finger!
“I don’t think she’s very experienced back there, Drake.” Parker’s lips whispered against her ear. “Lucky you, girl.”
“Her pussy is dripping, and her clit is so fucking hard.” Drake’s lips pressed to the nape of her neck once more. “I want to feel you squeeze me when you come, Ashley. Can you do that?”
Nodding her head, she bit her lower lip. Her hips had already started writhing, jerking up and down with the deep thrusts, the feelings that finger stirred within her unlike any of the handful of hurried gropings she’d undergone at Terry’s hands.
She wasn’t sure if she really liked it, or if his clever manipulation of her clit was simply pleasuring her through the confused storm of sensations.
Why do you lie to yourself?
“She’s close, Parker.” Drake pushed even further within her, staying his hand, keeping it breathlessly deep within her ass. “Definitely will need to be stretched though. I want her to feel it, but she’s practically cutting my finger off.”
“Relax, Ashley,” Parker said, his even tone belying what it was — an order. “Let him feel you. You’re going to be getting this a lot, so you’d better get used to it. That ass is ours now.”
Fingers swirled over her clit then, the thrusting of the finger in her ass resuming once more, shaking her suspended body. Her breath came out in short pants as she spiraled higher and higher, her sex tingling, burning, her clit so swollen it felt twice its normal size under the relentless ministering of those knowing fingers.
“Come now, Ashley. Surrender to it.” Drake kissed her between the shoulder blades. “There’s nothing you can do about it. You’re ours now. Let go. Come for me!”
With a tweak of her clit and a hard, punishing thrust deep within her bottom, Ashley went over, her body spasming in her bonds, her keening wail through clenched teeth echoing within the shower enclosure. For a moment, all awareness fled her, the sensation too much to register, her perception of pleasure and pain, sight and sound, overloaded.
Then she sagged in her bonds, blowing out great gusts of breath, beads of sweat meandering down her heaving back.
“You were so good, Ashley. So good.” Drake’s lips pressed kisses to her ear, the thrumming pulse at her neck, his teeth nipping the skin. She cried out as he eased his finger from her bottom, the sensation less painful than it was surprising. She tried to ignore the shaming feeling of loss as her bottom hole clenched against empty space.
The firm grip of hands turned her back to face the two men, her entire body shaking. She gazed up into Parker’s eyes, their gray depths now warm, the corners of his mouth turned up. “Sir, my legs. Starting to get numb.”
His hands shot up to the harness, freeing her legs in moments, the leather strap falling away allowing her to stand once more.
“I’ve left them up too long, girl.” Parker stooped, stroking her feet and calves, the pins and needles sensation making her wince.
Drake’s hand whispered over Ashley’s hair, and he leaned in to kiss the crown of her head. “Be good, Ashley. I’ll be close.”
Her gaze searched that handsome, impassive face. “Where … why?”
Drake’s lips quirked. “Time for alone time with your Sir.”
A protest was on her lips, but the shake of his head silenced her.
His presence, while it should have mortified her … didn’t. For the first time, she realized that something else was really happening here. Her needs encompassed more than what Parker would give her, needs she’d not really considered before during her long ordeal with Terry. It was then that Ashley knew the truth of it.
She needed both of them.
Drake’s big hand stroked one of her breasts, a finger slowly circling her aching hard nipple, and despite herself, she arched into his touch. “There’ll be time for us. Lots of time, Ashley.” He glanced at Parker, who still kneaded her feet his hands. “There’s much more you need to learn though. More to show you.”
She knew she was pressing her luck with Parker, but she took the chance while he concerned himself with ensuring circulation was good in her feet, then releasing her arms, checking her hands as well. “More to show me about what?”
Drake stepped back with one last brush of his fingertips against her chin. “About yourself.”
Then he was gone, the door to the shower enclosure clanging shut behind him. Parker freed her arms from the rubber cuffs, his hand tipping her chin up. “Undress me.”
She exulted in the ability to finally, finally be able to touch him again. Her hands shaking, she snatched at the zipper of his jeans. His hand clasped her wrist, pulling her up short. “No. Not like that. You’re going to learn the proper way to undress a man.”
Her eyes met his, searching for the meaning in those gray depths, for what he needed from her.
“Get down on your knees. You’ll only stand when you have to — otherwise, you’ll kneel at my feet.”
Sinking to the tile, she found herself eye level with his crotch, the fabric of his jeans already bulging.
“First, how do you expect to pull my jeans off when you haven’t even removed my boots? Those are first — always.”
Though she would normally have snarked something biting, this was different; a new calmness had settled over her at his words. Should she have been offended? Of course — if she were to actively deny who she really was.
But facts were facts, and though it might pain that small, and increasingly powerless part of her still wedded to what she’d grown up believing, the fact was that being given orders by Parker, and obeying those orders turned her on. Conformity to those old beliefs didn’t make her pussy wet, but obeying Parker’s orders certainly did.
Nothing about those old beliefs spoke to her anymore. It didn’t resonate with that girl that was still inside her, that sensual, gentle being that enjoyed being told what to do, that reveled in pleasing. Perhaps her boundaries were expanding? Her outlook on life evolving? To Ashley what it all really meant now was that she had the choice to be who she really was.
Even if that choice meant giving away her freedom to her Sir.
“Pull them off and tuck the laces inside, then take off the socks. Do it exactly as I say.”
She couldn’t believe how heavy the black boots actually were, marveling that he was able to even walk around in the things. Absurdly, she found herself relieved to find he had on clean socks. Too many men
— in her experience — seemed to find that a minor, unimportant detail.
“Kiss them.”
Ashley shook her head, then looked up at the face looking down upon her from far above. “What?”
Dark clouds crossed that fiery gaze, a shiver passing down her spine. “Did I give you permission to speak?”
She shook her head, dropping her gaze, the heat at her cheeks once more. It was entirely possible her cheeks might take on a permanent rosy hue, so often had she been blushing of late.
“Kiss them, Ashley. This is non-negotiable.”
Was she really capable of doing this? In her fantasies the male took her, even against her will, but this … was something else entirely. Why was this so hard? Just kissing.
His fucking feet? Like some harem girl?
That thought actually helped, in a way. The idea of service to him — it worked. She was trying to be at peace with submission, with surrendering, and when she remembered that, this just fit.
Pressing her lips to the top of each long foot, she realized it wasn’t all that bad, despite how her cheeks continued to flame. It actually felt almost … loving. She tried not to contemplate it too much; examination of the whole situation was ill-advised, she knew, so going with it, just accepting, would have to work.
For now.
“It will get easier, girl. You’re doing very well so far.” His fingers glided through her hair, stroking electric lines over her scalp. “Now take off my shirt, fold it neatly, and set it on the counter.”
Uncertain, she met his eyes, then seeing nothing untoward there, rose to her feet, just long enough to unbutton the shirt. She spread it open, feeling the need to be especially gentle as she pulled each sleeve from his muscled arms. As she removed the shirt fully, she licked her lips, her mouth growing dry. A beautiful male body did that to her.
He was not as massive as Drake, but there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him, his physique all corded, lean muscle. The broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, the abdomen sectioned with clearly defined abdominals. She silently thanked the gods that he didn’t shave the dark hair from his chest, nor the trail of it that led down under the waistband of his jeans. She longed to run her fingers through that hair, to kiss the tight brown nipples, lay her cheek against the hard muscles of his flat belly. But she knew, somehow felt, that to touch him this way was forbidden — and that prohibition just turned her on more, made the urge to feel his flesh under her hands that much stronger.
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