by Jane Jamison
The warm night air caressed her breath, but it was the pleased expressions on the men’s faces that made her clit throb. She paused, hoping they’d encourage her to keep going.
They did, but not with their words. Instead, it was how they slid their lust-filled looks down over her breasts to the waist of her skirt.
Happy that her hands didn’t tremble, she reached for the zipper on the skirt, then eased it down. The tightness of the skirt kept it from falling to the ground and that’s when she remembered that she didn’t have any underwear on.
Yet embarrassment was the farthest thing from her mind. Instead, as the women and men of the club, friends and neighbors of the Casing men, watched, she felt emboldened, more powerful than she’d ever felt while holding a gun.
She slipped her thumbs under the material and pushed it over the curve of her hips. The skirt fell to her feet and she kicked it free.
Who knew she’d like getting naked in front of others? And yet, somehow, she suspected that the men had known all along.
“Get in here, sub,” ordered Destin.
Without any hesitation, she took the steps up to the trough. Before she could climb over the edge, Paul lifted his arms to her and helped her over the side.
The water was colder than she’d have thought it would be. She gasped as her body sank until the cool liquid lapped at her waist. Goose bumps erupted over her skin, and her nipples, already taut from her excitement, hardened even more.
“I can’t wait any longer.” Destin pulled her against him and crushed his mouth to hers.
His tongue danced with hers and a moan escaped him. Pride at having given him pleasure sent another rush of lust through her. The chill of the water was gone, replaced by the furnace of heat he’d lit inside her. She started to put her arms around his neck, but was caught off guard when Paul took hold of her arms and held them at her side.
Destin slid his hand between her legs and cupped her mons. He caressed her, skimming his finger between her folds. She arched her back, silently begging him to suck on her nipple.
Paul put his mouth close to her ear. “You like being watched, don’t you, baby? Every time you get naked, you like it better.”
She whimpered, unable to say more. Yet when Destin broke the kiss, she still couldn’t find the strength to answer.
“I knew you would.” Paul locked her wrists together with one hand. “You’re a natural sub and now you’re learning that.”
Destin rubbed her clit harder. “Hold it together, sugar. Don’t climax until we give you permission.” He plunged a finger into her pussy.
She cried out, then tightened her pussy walls, willing her body not to let go. “Please, sirs. I’m not sure I can stop from coming.”
“You can and you will.”
She thrust her pelvis forward, hoping the move would compel Destin to let her have a release. “Please.”
Paul took a hunk of her hair and yanked her head back. He raked his tongue along her neck then nibbled on her shoulder. “Call me Master Paul. You know you want to. And my brother is Master Destin.”
She mewled, realizing in that second that he was right. Weren’t they always right?
“Please, Master Paul.”
“Aw, what a sweet sub you are.” Master Destin pushed another finger into her pussy, putting the ball of his hand against her clit. “Hang in there. I want to taste your juices when you come.”
Master Paul reached a hand around her and took her breast. He squeezed, then pinched her nipple between his fingers. “Tell me what you are, Georgia.”
At first she didn’t know what he meant. Then it hit her. “I’m…a submissive.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you saying anything you don’t mean.”
Although he still held onto her hair, she managed to shake her head. “No, Master Paul. I know it now. I’m a submissive.”
“Good girl.”
“Turn her loose, bro.”
When Paul did, Destin took his digits out of her then lifted her out of the water and placed her on the platform. She shivered as the night air struck her body. The chilly air couldn’t touch the burn that took hold of her and turned her into a human torch of desire.
“Do you like them watching?” Destin kissed her, a chaste kiss, yet a seductive one.
She nodded, then scanned her eyes over the crowd. Their expressions were mixed, some filled with desire, some with happiness, and a few with jealousy. Most loved watching her give her masters pleasure while receiving pleasure of her own.
“I’m going to eat you out, sugar. Spread your legs.”
Having everyone watch the men stroke her was one thing, but could she let them do an even more intimate act in public?
“Baby, you remember the safe word, right?”
“Yes, Master Paul. It’s red.”
“Do you want to use it? Remember, nothing happens that you don’t want to happen.”
“I remember, sir. And no, I don’t want to use it.”
“Then spread them, sugar. Now.”
Although Destin pushed at her legs, she was the one who opened wide for him.
“Hey, guys. Are you sharing tonight?”
She sucked in a breath. Surely they wouldn’t do that.
Paul gripped the side of the trough. “Forget it, Charlie. And the same goes for the rest of you. Georgia is exclusive to my brother and me. No other Dom has the right to touch her.”
She was flattered when many of the men groaned their disappointment. At the same time, however, she felt relief that Masters Paul and Destin had claimed her.
Masters Paul and Destin. Thinking of them as master came so easily now.
Her attraction that had begun during the winter had kept her warm until the summer. That attraction had grown into something special in the past few days and she suspected it would blossom more the longer she stayed. She never wanted to be without them.
Her emotions, however, still warred inside her. She wasn’t used to giving up control, wasn’t used to a man calling the shots. But was that because she didn’t want to? Or because she’d never found anyone she respected that much?
Master Destin shot her a wicked look, then bent lower until his head was level with her crotch. Flicking his tongue over his lips once, he pulled back her labia, then pressed his mouth to her clit. If Master Paul hadn’t been holding her, she might have fallen off the platform.
His tongue caressed her clit, then swept around it, tasting her juices. The fire burning between her legs grew hotter, turning her insides into a whirling mix of passion. She leaned back on her elbows and threw back her head, letting her hair spill behind her.
“Please, please, suck harder.”
A slap against her leg reminded her of her error.
“Oh! Please, Master Destin, suck harder.”
He sucked on her clit, then drove her crazier by turning it loose to flick his tongue over the top of it. Again and again he drew her sweet nub into his mouth, eliciting another cry from her.
Her pussy clenched as though trying to take his tongue inside. As though he understood what she wanted, he thrust his tongue into her pussy, then added a finger to massage her tender bud. She cried out again, arching her hips toward him.
The sound of water splashing against the side brought her head up to see Master Paul climbing onto the platform.
“Suck on her good, man. But I’ve got a need to be on the receiving end.”
He moved, standing over her, then placed a foot on either side of her. His cock, fully erect and sensually curved at the end, came close to her nose. “Do you like what you see, baby?”
She smiled up at him. “Yes, Master Paul.”
“Then suck on me and make it good. I don’t like punishments, but you might deserve a good spanking if you don’t work hard enough.”
She was torn. She wanted to please them, yet at the same time, she’d love to get a spanking.
She drew his cock in, steadying herself with one hand and enclosing the ot
her around him. His skin was slick and warm and she could smell his muskiness. Her next cry was muffled by his cock in her mouth, the taste of his pre-cum sliding down her throat.
“Fuck, but she feels so good. That’s it. Wrap your tongue around me.” Master Paul rocked his hips back and forth, helping her to keep the movement going.
She cupped his balls and earned a satisfied moan from him, then smiled. Giving him pleasure filled her with joy. If she could give him happiness every day of his life, then she’d have given herself a lifetime of bliss.
Master Destin pressed his tongue against her clit and added two fingers to her pussy. His other hand on her breast, twisting her nipples one way then the other, added another delightful sensation.
When he pulled away from her, she almost lost her hold on Master Paul’s cock. But she couldn’t stop from complaining. “Please, Master Destin, please don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of stopping. In fact—” He reached up and whacked his brother on the back of the leg. “I want a hell of a lot more. Move, man.”
Master Paul grumbled as he stood to the side. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Get on your hands and knees, sugar. Give everyone a good look at your luscious body.”
Georgia glanced around her. The crowd had thinned, but those who remained were enthralled. She wondered how so many people could remain silent. Even more of a wonder was that she wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed by what was happening. Instead, her wild flurry of lust rose to a greater height. She liked, no, loved that they were watching. Her mind was as much in turmoil as her body was. That kind of turmoil was beyond words, fulfilling her. Obeying her master, she got onto her hands and knees.
“Damn, but she’s a pretty sight, bro. Her pussy lips are glistening with her juices. I can see the difference between that and the water on her skin.”
Paul squatted next to her and feathered a hand along her flesh down from her shoulders to her butt. He swatted her cheek then swatted it a second time.
The pain wasn’t bad. Instead, it gave her an added sensation that spilled away from the place where he’d struck her all the way to her burning pussy.
“Do you like that, sub?”
“I like it a lot, Master Paul.”
He brushed her hair over her shoulder. “You’re learning fast. I think you can stop adding the master every time you speak. Say it when you think we deserve to hear it.”
“Yes, sir.” She twisted around to smile at him. “Master Paul.”
He chuckled. “You’re a spirited little filly and we don’t want to break you. All we want is to ride you.”
“Then let’s get to it. Move, Paul.”
“What are you doing now?”
“This,” answered Master Destin.
She let out a yelp as Master Destin pulled her off the platform and back into the water. He held onto her, bringing her breasts against his mountain of a chest, then grabbed one of her legs and told her to wrap them around him. His cock brushed her entrance, sending a fresh wave of yearning to swirl inside her. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders as the water buoyed around them.
“Hold on, sugar.”
Chapter Six
Destin couldn’t have waited a moment longer. He did a half circle in the water, pushed her against the other side of the trough, then thrust his cock inside her pussy.
No woman had ever felt so good. She was tight, enclosing around his cock and making it hers. He gripped her hips, then thrust against her pelvis, ramming his cock inside her as far as it would go.
Her leg muscles tautened around him and her body stiffened as she set her back against the trough and used it to push her body against his. Her breasts bounced on top of the water, teasing him until he could resist her no longer. He bent and brought a sweet brown nipple into his mouth, then laved his tongue over the hard bud. She whimpered when he clutched the back of her hair, pulled her head to the side, then nibbled on her neck.
His cock throbbed and his balls ached. Pulling out was delicious torture that was followed by the delight of ascending to heaven once more as he plunged inside her. He skimmed his tongue over her dew-covered neck and up to her plump lips. Her cheeks were pink with the heat wafting up from their bodies. They created a natural sauna as the water sloshed around them.
He heard the splash of Paul getting into the tub, but didn’t bother checking. Instead, he slammed into her again, eliciting another one of her sexy little moans.
“Hold up, Destin.”
Stopping was hard, but he knew Paul wouldn’t have told him to stop unless it was important. He leaned away from her, but didn’t pull his cock out. He couldn’t have done that to save his life.
Paul took a water bottle from one of the other subs, then held it to her lips. “This is her first public fucking. We don’t want her to get overwhelmed.”
He put the bottle next to her lips. She swallowed at his urging. “Easy, baby. Not too much too fast.”
Destin’s body was about to split apart if he didn’t continue. When Paul took the bottle away, he crushed his lips to hers and brought his cock back just far enough to thrust it inside her again. Her pussy muscles wrapped around him, enveloping him. He put all of his hunger for her into his kiss, all of the yearning he’d kept locked inside him since their time in the cab. She was perfect for them and the more she learned how to be a sub, the more perfect she’d become.
He was on fire for her, hot enough that he almost expected to see steam rising from the water. “Tell me to fuck you harder, sugar.”
“Fuck me harder!”
She was out of control. He could see the primal glint in her eyes. Her reason was gone, replaced by the basic need to get fucked. He plunged into her again, sloshing the water higher and slamming her against the wall.
“Nooo,” he groaned, at once promising himself that he wouldn’t let go, yet knowing all was lost. His seed shot out of him, then felt the different texture in the water around their crotches. Georgia tensed, her rhythmic movement pausing. He took her by the hair, making her look into his eyes as she let her climax free.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!”
He held her as the orgasm shuddered through her body, stroking her hair and telling her how beautiful she was. Her cries turned into whimpers until, at last, her legs fell from his hips. The water stilled as her body quieted. She went limp, letting him hold her up.
She was so vulnerable, so sweet, putting her complete trust in him to keep her head above water. He would’ve sworn his heart doubled in size with his love for her.
Paul came next to them and gave him a hard look. They’d agreed to not fuck her until later, to let the initiation be a tame one by the club’s standards. But once he’d seen her on her hands and knees, he’d forgotten everything they’d said. He didn’t like it, but he allowed Paul to tear her away from him.
Paul lifted her into his arms, then took her to the platform and laid her over it. He moved the wet strands of her hair away from her face.
“Are you all right, sub?”
Her eyelids fluttered as she opened her eyes. Destin moved closer, yet still giving Paul room to take over.
“I’m more than all right.”
He relaxed. If he’d taken it too far, more than she’d wanted, changing physical pleasure to emotional pain, he’d have never forgiven himself.
Paul grabbed the platform and lifted his body to sit beside her. He raised his hand to the others. “As I said, Georgia is one of the club’s subs and she’ll do as you ask, but like all our other subs, she has the right to use the safe word and refuse. Remember, she is mine and my brother’s and no one else can enter into a scene with her.”
Destin hopped up to the platform, then pulled her next to him. “Do you agree, sugar? You’re ours, understood?”
She nodded, then bit her lower lip. His cock twitched to life again.
“What is it, baby?”
Her gaze drifted to Paul, desperation in her tone. “I want more.”
Destin saw the joy on his brother’s face, then followed the direction of her look
“More what, sugar?”
Her attention stayed focused on Paul. “I want you. Please, Master Paul.”
Paul groaned then stood and waved Destin off the platform. He jumped off the side, ready to let his brother experience the thrill of a lifetime.
* * * *
Paul had never had any sub like her. But then, what else had he expected? From the first moment they’d met last winter, he’d known it. He thanked his lucky stars that she’d finally come to them when she had. Otherwise, he’d have gone crazy until he’d gone back to Atlanta and dragged her home.
She was beautiful and he had to remind himself that it was his responsibility to take care of her, to give her the pleasure she deserved while teaching her their rules. As time went on they’d negotiate other rules with her, allowing her to give her input, but for now, the basics had to come first.
He stepped past her, then motioned for her to follow him. She stood, the waterdrops still clinging to her body shining under the moonlit sky, giving the illusion that she was covered in diamonds. If any woman deserved to have diamonds covering her body, it was Georgia Fox.
All at once, he wanted nothing more than to have her in privacy. “I can tell that you enjoyed everyone watching, but sometimes alone is good, too.” He turned to face those members who hadn’t gone back inside to resume their own play. “Please give us some time together.”
Although he recognized disappointment on many of their faces, men and women alike, he knew they’d honor his request. He waited until they were gone before he turned back to Georgia. Her sigh told him that she’d enjoyed her public display.
“Sub, get on the steps.”
She obeyed him immediately, exciting him with her quick acceptance. Once she was halfway down, he held up his hand, stopping her. “Turn around and put your hands on the top step.”
She started to question him, but once he gave her a hard look, she pivoted around, then lowered her body until her hands were flat on the top step. The position pushed her sweet ass high.