“Oh, yes please, Sir.”
Ramón reached down and held his hand out to her. She took it and rose to her feet. He then gave her hand to Clint.
“Come, darlin’. I’ll get you ready for Ramón.”
He felt the gaze of another burning a hole in his back. Carefully, he let his peripheral vision seek out the source.
A man stood by the bar, a drink in hand, his elbow leaning on the polished wooden surface. He wore an air of indifference, but Ramón knew immediately this was the one who’d been staring at him. He’d been introduced to that particular Dom. It didn’t take him long to come up with a name. Chance Carter. It took him only a moment more to pull the rest of the information out of his personal mental archive. He had seen Carter at Leathers. He also recalled that Chance was a member of the Houston Police Department.
Interesting. Was he just staring because, being a cop—and knowing that Ramón had made some edgy inquiries early on—he wondered about Marcia? Or was there something more to his apparent fascination in their little scene?
He’d talk to Christopher about the man. But later.
Ramón followed Clint and Marcia to the play area they’d reserved, a raised dais with a prominent spanking bench. Clint lifted her onto the apparatus, whispering to her as he bound her hands and feet to the bench. He also added extra binding, securing her lower thighs and forearms, giving her an even greater sense of bondage, as well as ensuring she couldn’t hurt herself with any sudden moves.
This particular bench, due to its convex surface, lifted her ass to a perfect position for paddling. Clint hadn’t opened the back of her costume, clearly leaving that pleasure for Ramón.
So far, they’d only pleasured her, giving her orgasm after orgasm and introducing her to light bondage and impact play. They’d agreed it had to be that way, a reward for all she’d had taken from her, from the time she’d been a child. So far, they had focused completely and exclusively on her pleasure. Doing things this way, not only putting her first but denying their own sexual gratification, was to show her that she was their center and their focus.
Tonight, when they got back to his apartment, that would change. Tonight, they’d claim her as their woman in the most fundamental way, by finally making love to her.
There might come a time when they would scene here and fuck her in front of whoever wanted to watch, but tonight was not that night. Tonight would be an important, other kind of first for him—and for Marcia. Or it would be if what he and Clint had discussed proved to be true.
Clint believed that Marcia had been on the very edge of subspace the other day. Tonight, they were going to do their best to take her all the way there.
While Ramón was going to be the Dom wielding the paddle, Clint was going to join him in tuning into their sub. He was glad for that. This was important, and he didn’t want to miss the signs. He’d paid attention on previous occasions, when there’d been various demonstrations or just at times when others had been in the play area. He knew subspace existed. He even understood the importance of it to some submissives.
Knowing all he did about the altered state, he thought it would be a condition Marcia could benefit from greatly. He really hoped he’d be able to give this gift to her.
Clint nodded, letting him know Marcia was secure. He then took up a position near her head, and Ramón knew the other man’s focus was all on their sub.
Ramón leaned over her and kissed her shoulder. “Are you ready, mi ángel?”
“Yes, Ramón.”
“Where are you?”
“Green, Sir.”
“Good.” Ramón reached down and opened the Velcro fastener, moving the black straps out of the way, effectively baring Marcia’s ass, and a view of her moist pussy, to the room.
“Let me warm you first, little one.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Ramón used his hand to place slaps on the cheeks of her ass, alternating sides, spreading his attention to cover the entire area he intended to paddle. Her perfect white flesh turned a light pink. He used his hand to caress the area, spreading the heat, enjoying the sensation of her warmed skin on his palm.
“You’re ready, now. Count as you’re able to do so, Marcia.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Ramón reached down for the paddle he’d placed there earlier, the same paddle he’d used during their practice session here the other day. He took up his position on her right side—the side she had her face turned toward.
He knew his own strength and had used his paddle on his own bared thigh so he’d have some sense of the feel of it. The beautiful canvas of her flesh awaited him. He brought the round, smooth wooden paddle down on her right ass cheek, the resulting deeper pink blossom a beautiful sight.
“One, Sir.”
Ramón raised it again, and then again, the sound of Marcia’s voice, soft and smoky, counting each stroke. He felt the room shrink, felt his senses magnify. Her breathing changed, a reflection of the softening of her muscles and the stress literally flowing out of her body. He tilted his head, not at all surprised to see her cream coating her slit.
Her voice sounded airy, and her eyes seemed to take on an almost ethereal light as she counted ten and eleven. He felt it when she floated, acknowledging a corresponding high—of accomplishment? Yes, because his gift, his care, was necessary, and it had been accepted.
“Twenty, Sir.”
Ramón stopped and used his hand to caress her reddened ass. The heat felt enormous, sending a shaft of feral hunger straight to his sex. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to sink his cock deep into her, to feel the heat of her paddling—his gift—against his flesh and the hair nesting his cock.
“How do you feel, querida? Where are you?”
“Green, Sir.” Her response floated away, and Ramón looked up and met Clint’s gaze. His friend nodded. Together they untied their woman. Christopher handed Ramón a light blanket, and he laid it on her before he picked her up and cradled her in his arms.
She sighed, laid her head on his shoulder, and closed her eyes. This wasn’t the first time he’d carried her, but it was one he knew he’d always remember. The depth of her relaxation meant they’d been successful. He had no doubt their little sub had reached subspace. He thought they’d sit on one of the sofas set back along one side, shrouded by plants. His brother, it seemed, had another plan.
“Follow me,” Clint said.
Ramón carried his precious bundle through the crowd to one of the private rooms. Ramón hadn’t been in one of these before. The presence of the very large bed made him raise one eyebrow as he looked at Clint.
“I remember the first time I hit Domspace,” Clint said, his voice quiet. He locked the door behind them and then indicated the bed. “We don’t have to wait until later. We’re private here.”
Ramón looked down at Marcia. She’d opened her eyes, and there was no mistaking the heat in her gaze.
He wanted her more than he wanted his next breath. But he would not take. It would have to be her choice. “Do you want us, Marcia?”
“Oh, yes, please. I’ve never felt so relaxed and yet so needy. I’ve never hungered like this, not ever. Please, Sirs. I need you both. Please fuck me.”
In that moment, he felt like the most powerful and the most fortunate man in the world. “First we’ll care for you. Then, sweetheart, we will give you what you need—what we all need.”
Chapter 9
The hunger writhing inside Marcia was visceral. All that had been seemed long ago and very far away. All that was now stood before her, these two men, her Doms, and soon, please, soon, her lovers.
Ramón’s hands, infinitely gentle, stripped her outfit from her and then massaged a cool cream over her reddened flesh. Yes, her ass had stung with the use of the paddle, but something awesome had happened. That stinging heat traveled through her body, lighting fires and fanning flames. She’d felt herself drifting, as if her spirit and her mind entered a bubble, and a sense of euphori
a filled her. Then she’d been in Ramón’s arms, and as that euphoric high slowly dissipated, in its place had come the most urgent hunger. This hunger, this…need…even eclipsed the memory of the awesome orgasms these men had already given her.
“I did not know seeing your flesh redden under my hand would send me someplace…other.” Ramón kissed the shell of her ear. His words connected.
“Like me? Floating? Full of…a quiet kind of jubilation?” She knew her focus was on Ramón, on the expressions that crossed his face. If they could share this connection, too, on top of everything else, Marcia knew she’d be beyond ecstatic.
“Yes.” He cupped the side of her face and placed the gentlest, most reverent of kisses on her lips.
Then he stood and stepped back from the bed just a little. Marcia didn’t get a moment to wonder what would happen next because both men began to toss off their clothes.
A cock had never been something she’d considered beautiful, or alluring, but their cocks were. How can that be? Having sex wasn’t something she’d ever thought would be something she’d crave, but having sex with these two men had become a craving greater than any she’d ever known.
In a heartbeat she understood the basic, intrinsic difference between what she’d endured in the past and what they were about to share. For the first time, she knew the day would come when her past would be completely behind her, and making love would come in every flavor—light and flirty, soft and reverent, and raw and dirty.
For now, for this first time—and she truly considered this to be her first time emotionally if not physically—she’d cling to the notion that she was about to make love with two men who, if she wasn’t already completely in love with them, she at least was very heavily in like with them.
Do I love them? She had no answer for that, but she had something almost as good as an answer. She had hope.
They reached her, deep inside of her, as no others ever had. They touched her as no others ever would.
Ramón’s cock was longer than Clint’s, but Clint’s boasted a thickness…Marcia licked her lips and then met each man’s gaze in turn. She couldn’t mistake the need that shone so brightly in their eyes, a need for her.
For the first time in her life, she felt a depth of feminine power, a force as old as Eve, yet, until this moment, unknown to her.
“Edge over just a little,” Ramón said. “But stay on your side until I reach you.”
Marcia did and then gasped the moment Ramón was stretched out beside her, he lifted her so that she straddled him.
She’d never been on top before.
Clint extended his hand. “Darlin’, suit him up.”
She took the condom and marveled that her hands shook as she tore into the foil and removed the latex. She wanted this. Was she shaking from fear or excitement?
They’d told her she’d please them, but this was the true test of their claim.
“No thinking.” Ramón reached up and tweaked her nipple. “I’m so fucking hard. Hard for you, only you, Marcia. No other woman has ever done this to me, so hurry, please.”
This wasn’t something she had a lot of experience doing, but she found that she was in a hurry, too. She could feel her own wetness. She rolled the latex into place, groaning from the pleasure of feeling the satiny, hot hardness of his cock in her hands. Before she could raise herself up, Ramón lifted her.
She reached down and placed his cock at the opening of her body. And met his gaze as he lowered her onto him.
Hot and hard, his cock steadily impaled her, stretching her tender tissues, filling her in a way she’d never been filled before. This time was so different from every other time. This was Ramón, and he was finally a part of her. His cock had come home, to her.
She closed her eyes and shivered. Then she looked at him once more and, with every bit of inner control she had, used her pelvic floor muscles to squeeze him.
His nostrils flared, his gaze glittered, and his hands held her waist. “Ride me, little one. Take us both where we need to go.”
Although she was a novice in this position, it didn’t take her long to find the right rhythm, the right position. Her hands flat on his chest, she used them to lever herself so that she moved on him, up and down, his cock’s in and out motions sending her higher, and higher still.
Clint moved onto the bed, on his knees, close, so that he could watch every moment. A shadow of past times nearly formed. His words, more powerful than any weapon, chased those shadows away. “Look at you, so in the moment, so needy, so giving. You’re so fucking beautiful, darlin’.” His voice caressed her in a way more beautiful than the glide of flesh on flesh.
She felt her smile, even as she continued to move on Ramón. The sensation of his cock moving in and out of her channel consumed her, the thrill enormous, and growing. If she gave a little swirl, she could brush her clit against the patch of coarse black hair that nested his cock.
That was fucking awesome. She couldn’t hold back her words. “So good. Now I understand. It’s not the what…it really is the who.”
Marcia saw the emotion in Ramón’s eyes, and for once, he didn’t hide it but let her see. “For me as well, Marcia. No other woman has given me this. No other ever will.”
He reached up and covered her breasts with his hands, massaging her flesh and catching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The heat of him, the scent of their loving, and the solidness of his body beneath hers all combined to surround her in his presence, drench her in his life force.
Pleasure chased pleasure, and she was free to revel, safe to indulge.
“Let go, Marcia. Fly with me.” Ramón moved his left hand, trailing it down her body until he reached the place they were joined. With one finger, he gathered their nectar and massaged her clit.
The explosion sent her soaring, the shivers and quivers and vibrations of ecstasy so powerful she felt captured in their glory, a willing prisoner of their grace. She barely registered the stiffening within her, the flood of warmth against her womb. The sound of Ramón’s triumph, a guttural groan of masculine pleasure, enraptured her spirit as surely as the orgasm enraptured her flesh.
Her limbs lost their ability to hold her, and she collapsed on Ramón. Her ears rang with the sound of bells or something otherworldly. She’d never believed in all that poetic jargon before, but she did now. Her perspiration mingled with Ramón’s, and the caress of his hands on her back as they both struggled for breath grounded her.
Clint bent down and kissed her shoulder. “Trust me.”
Before she could process his words, he lifted her off Ramón and laid her prone, her head on a pillow. Already, just the thought of having this man a part of her gave her energy when she’d been certain she was done. When he lifted her hips, she understood what he wanted and raised her ass, instinctively spreading her knees to make room for him.
“I’ve never been this turned on.” His heat tented her as he moved closer. Then she felt his latex-covered cock kiss her folds. She moaned as he entered her, his thickness stretching her even more than Ramón’s had.
“Let me know if it’s too much.”
“Fuck me, please.” She relished the sensations, the stretching, the filling, and the heat of him in and over her. She needed him as if she hadn’t just had the best sexual experience of her life, to date. She didn’t understand how it could be, but she knew she wouldn’t feel complete until she’d claimed Clint as her lover, too.
“Hang on, darlin’.”
Marcia took him at his word and curled her hands into the sheet. The moment his cock came all the way into her, he pulled out and thrust into her again.
“Oh! Yes, yes, please, I…” Speech became a luxury she couldn’t afford as Clint began to pound into her, one hard, deep thrust after another.
This time her arousal took off, racing for a climax that was racing for her. No time to brace, no time to cherish the build, it was one long soaring, rapturous climb. Her orgasm consumed her, her entire
body plunged into spasms so fierce she thought for sure everyone in the building would feel the earthquake they created.
Clint pushed in and held himself deep, his large, masculine hands beside hers on the bed. The cry of his soul and the pulsating of his cock as he came within her wrapped her in a sense of wholeness she’d never known. The sensation of his head resting on her shoulder as his sweat dripped down convinced her of a new truth, and it was one of the most awesome things, ever.
Marcia Crane was woman enough for these two Doms. The emotions moving within her, though never felt, she recognized immediately.
It was the sensation of healing, and she wanted to weep from the joy of it.
* * * *
Clint eased himself off Marcia and gathered her close. Spooning her, he helped Ramón pull the soft blanket up from the foot of the bed to cover them all. Marcia sighed as they snuggled her in, a special sound that felt like the finest of prizes. Clint smiled and met Ramón’s gaze. They may not have known each other long, and certainly didn’t know each other well, but they were on the same page when it came to this woman—their woman. They were brothers. New brothers, yes, but brothers nonetheless.
There was no time limit on this room, as he’d booked it for the entire night. That meant they’d give her as much time as she wanted to just be in the aftermath of loving.
Marcia shivered, and Clint moved just a bit closer to her. The force of his emotions left him shaken. He’d thought he understood what it would be like, to make love to the submissive—the woman—meant to be his. But his imagination paled in the presence of reality.
Clint Parrish loved Marcia with every breath in his body. Just the idea that anything might happen to her left him mentally trembling. He wanted to wrap her up in a protective layer so thick no one could touch her, not ever again. He wanted to keep her in his own private dungeon, chained to his bed, and yet he yearned to lavish her with every good thing.
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