by Tara Rose
“What were they talking about?” asked Summer.
“I don’t know, but dear old Dad shoved the maps under a pile of papers and the two were suddenly chatting about football. Not one of the things I hear him talk about very often, and certainly not on a video conference during business hours on a weekday.”
“Holy shit,” said Wes, taking a sip of wine. “Did you tell anyone about it?”
“Nash and Tommy know.”
Summer drained her wine glass. “I never knew there was so much drama in this town.”
“It’s amazing the shit that goes on behind closed doors,” said Dalton. He glanced at each of them in turn. “So, do either of you want dessert? The cheesecake here is really good. And then afterwards we can head to Nash’s house. He’s saved one of the private rooms upstairs for us.”
Summer swallowed at the look of mischief and lust on his face, but she didn’t say anything. She just waited for him to direct the conversation.
“You didn’t think we’d forgotten about your punishment, did you?”
“I haven’t really thought about it in a while.” It was true, at least. She’d been too busy listening to tales of hidden money behind walls that a fake ghost hunter was looking for.
Dalton signaled for a server. After they’d ordered dessert, Dalton turned his attention back to Summer. “Once we get to Nash’s house, Wes and I will figure out the best way to punish you.”
Every erotic memory from the night before came rushing back as she looked into Dalton’s eyes. She thought about everything the two had told her earlier, and realized how much more comfortable she was now than when they’d picked her up to go bowling hours ago. Both men had opened up a bit about their families and their lives, and that helped ground her, and put everything that had happened last night in better perspective than it had felt this morning. Summer was so happy to be with them, and she couldn’t wait to find out what this night held for her.
Chapter Thirteen
“How big is this house?” Summer knew she must look ridiculous gawking like a tourist and touching everything, but walking through Nash’s house reminded her of being in parts of the Denver Art Museum. Gran had taken her there for her sixteenth birthday, and Summer had always longed to go back.
“About fifteen thousand square feet,” said Dalton. “But that’s not counting the basement. The carriage house is another four thousand, but no one lives there now.”
Summer shook her head. She couldn't imagine living in a home this large. She’d get lost in it. Dalton led them upstairs and stopped in front of an unmarked door. He opened it, allowing Summer to enter first. She had just enough time to take in the soft lighting, lampshades with Victorian tassels, and bondage equipment like Nash had in the club downstairs before she remembered what they’d told her to do when they were together in private.
Summer turned to face them and dropped to her knees. She kept her gaze on the carpet, her pulse racing and every nerve ending on fire. Everything Dalton had told them about his family still rattled around in her brain. But as she inhaled the combined scents of their colognes, plus the smell of the candles and leather in the room, thoughts of stolen jewelry hidden behind walls faded into the background.
“Good girl,” said Wes. “You remembered.”
“We’re very pleased, Summer. You may look at us now.”
She lifted her gaze and smiled as she spotted both lust and pride in their eyes. She wanted to please them. The desire to do this right, and make them both proud of her was so strong. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Wes and I have to figure out how to punish you now. Wes, what do you think?”
Summer watched their faces for a few seconds, and then her gaze drifted down to the bulges in their pants. Would she finally know what it felt like to have their cocks inside her pussy tonight? Should she simply ask for that? Whatever punishment they had in mind for her, surely they intended to fuck her as well, didn’t they? If they didn’t, she was going to go out her mind with desire for these two.
“She had a lot of impact play last night,” said Wes.
“That’s true, although if we intend to make that a mainstay, she’ll need to get used to it. What else did you and Ian work on?”
“We talked a bit about edgier things like fear play, humiliation, and even the wax and knife play we all watched last night.”
Dalton gave Summer a grin that forced a soft moan from her lips. Her pussy was soaked now and her clit began to throb. How did he keep doing that to her with only a smile? “I think I rather like the idea of making her go through something edgy. Not sure how much of a punishment it would be though. She looks pretty turned on right now.”
“She does indeed.” Wes’s voice was raspy and rough, as though he were having great difficulty controlling his own hormones. That realization only increased Summer’s arousal.
“Then again, orgasm denial is a pretty potent punishment technique.”
“It certainly is.”
“I think we’ll do that. What do you say?”
Wes nodded. “Sounds like fun.”
Dalton took out her hair clip and handed it to Wes. Summer watched as he placed it in her purse, then Dalton tucked one finger under her chin. His touch burned like fire. “Summer, if you come tonight before we give you permission to do so, the game is over. We’ll tie you to a chair and make you watch while we both beat off in front of you and come in a towel. We won’t let you have any of it in your mouth or even on your tits. Do you understand?”
She nodded, fighting against the sudden wave of desire crashing over her. “Yes, Sir.” She was dead meat. There was no freaking way she was going to be able to do this. Her traitorous pussy was already teasing her with tiny spasms. Maybe they wouldn’t notice if she had just a little orgasm?
“You will have the same three safewords tonight. Just to review, ‘green’ means you’re all right and enjoying it, and you want us to keep going. ‘Yellow’ means something needs adjusted. That could be anything from us needing to adjust a restraint, move a limb, or that you need to pee or need a drink of water. ‘Red’ stops the scene immediately, no questions asked. Do you understand these safewords and their use?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“As for the rest of the scene, first I need to know that you trust us both. We’re not going to do any actual harm to you, and we will be careful to watch for signs of emotional triggering as well. Do you understand?”
Summer nodded. “I believe so, Sir.” She had no idea what they intended to do, but at his words a hot sliver of fear had pierced through the fog of euphoria and lust, and she didn’t like it one little bit.
Dalton narrowed his eyes slightly. Had he seen the sudden change in her? “Tell us what you’re thinking right now, Summer.”
His voice was commanding, but soft and encouraging at the same time. Summer took a deep breath. It would be all right to tell them this. They wanted to know. “I think it’s just the fear of the unknown, Sir.”
“I understand that. But we want you to experience new sensations tonight. You have your safewords, and we will honor them. So I will ask you again, Summer. Do you trust us?”
She looked into Dalton’s eyes, wondering how she could have lived here all her life and never exchanged more than perhaps ten words with this man before the other day. Granted, she hadn’t exactly hung out with the same crowds he ran in, but how had she missed all this?
Summer turned her gaze toward Wes, who looked so eager and ready to please her. He’d always looked that way, and she realized that now. Every morning when he came in to work he always had a smile ready for her. He always said “Good morning” and he never failed to at least nod in her direction whenever he left the building for lunch or at the end of the day, if Summer was still working.
Wes was steady and dependable, and his very aura evoked comfort and security. Dalton, on the other hand, was just a little bit dangerous, but Summer liked that. She’d never gone for the bad boys. There had been enough chao
s in her life as it was. But now, she longed to know what it would be like to have a bad boy in her life. This was controlled chaos, and she would never be in any actual danger, but Dalton was edgier than Wes, and she wanted to experience both of them and all they had to offer.
She had safewords. Just knowing that made her feel special and exclusive, as if she were part of something that only the privileged few could take part in. Summer had never felt that way before, and she wanted more of it. Much more.
“Yes, Sir. I trust you both. I’m ready, Sir.”
Dalton’s smile lit up the room. “Good girl. Wait here and keep your eyes on the floor.”
Summer dropped her gaze back to the carpet. “Yes, Sir.”
She heard rummaging but resisted the urge to glance over her shoulder and see what they were doing. The men spoke in hushed tones, and Summer tried to listen closely, but she couldn’t really make out any complete sentences. She only caught words here and there, but they were so fragmented that they didn’t give her any clue as to what they were talking about. She assumed it was the scene they had planned. Finally, Dalton’s shoes appeared in front of her, and then he slipped a blindfold around her head.
“Remember, Summer. You have three safewords. We trust you to use them. What color are you right now?”
“Green, Sir.” In reality, it was more like orange, for fire. She was so turned on it was ridiculous. The very air in the room was charged, as if a storm were approaching.
“Have you ever done any role playing, Summer?” That was Wes’s voice.
“No, Sir.”
“How about acting in a school play?”
“Yes, Sir. I was the witch in Hansel and Gretel in fifth grade.”
“Good girl. We’re going to ask you to pretend we’re all in a play tonight. You’re our prisoner, and you have to do what we say. Remember though, it’s only make-believe. You will never be in any true physical danger, and if you safeword, we won’t make you do whatever it was that made you stop the scene, unless you want to try it again. Do you understand?”
Oh my God…Summer practically came as Wes described what they wanted her to do. She’d never have been able to conjure up such hot fantasies on her own. These two were adding to her arsenal in a huge way. “Yes, Sir.” There was no fucking way on earth she’d be able to stop herself from coming if they did this to her. No fucking way.
“We would like you to play along and pretend that you’re being forced to submit to our every whim,” said Dalton. “We want you to pretend to be afraid when we threaten you. Do you feel comfortable doing that?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“One other thing. How attached are you to these clothes?”
What? “I don’t understand the question, Sir.”
“I mean, if we were to cut them off, would you be upset? We’ll replace them, of course, but I don’t want to ruin something that we can’t find again, or that is special to you in some way.”
Summer swallowed hard. Had she heard him correctly? “Um…the bra and panties are nothing special. I’ve had them for a while. The dress is newer, but it’s not one-of-a-kind or anything like that.” Nothing at Walmart was, after all. She didn’t want to tell them that’s where she bought most of her clothes. They were cheaper there than at any of the boutique shops downtown.
“All right then. We’ll replace any clothing we ruin. I promise. Are you ready, Summer?”
It was now or never. If she backed out of this, she’d regret it, because this promised to be the most wanton adventure of her life. “I’m ready, Sir.”
“Then here we go.” One of them grabbed her hair and tugged, hard. “On your feet, Summer. Now.” The change in Dalton’s voice was actually palpable. Holy shit. Maybe he should have been an actor?
Summer rose and stood on trembling legs as he turned her around roughly and pulled her against his body. She inhaled the scent of his cologne as his bulge pressed against her low back. His hands grabbed her breasts and kneaded them roughly, and Summer cried out in pleasure. She simply couldn’t help it. Every inch of her body craved more.
Dark, decadent images raced through her mind. There was nothing she’d deny either man right now. This was already way, way more fun than anything they’d done last night, and it shocked the hell out of her that she could even enjoy something so edgy and intense.
Dalton’s teeth grazed her neck, and Summer drew in a sharp breath as he pushed the straps of her dress and bra over her shoulders and down her arms, pinning them against her body. He then wrapped his arms around her so tightly, it was almost difficult to take a breath. “We’re going to see what you have under your clothes, beautiful. And there isn’t one damn thing you can do about it.”
Summer moaned loudly as cold metal lightly touched her forearm. “Don’t flinch, don’t move.” Wes’s voice was completely different as well. There was a hardness to it that she’d never heard, and her pussy grew even wetter at the sound. Her entire body was on fire now. “If you do, you might get cut. Understood?”
She nodded, because words weren’t possible right now. When one of them grabbed her breasts again and squeezed them tightly, she screamed, but it wasn’t from pain. Her breathing came in short gasps now. This heady excitement was something she’d thought only possible during great sex, not scary foreplay. She loved it, and wanted more.
“I asked you if you understood,” said Wes. He should have been an actor as well because had Summer not known this was only a game, she would have believed the harsh tones in his voice were real.
“Yes, Sir. I understand. Stay completely still.” They wanted her to play along, so she added a line, just for fun. “Please don’t hurt me, Sir.”
“I won’t. If you do exactly what I say and stand still.” The sound of ripping fabric forced a loud moan from her. She couldn’t tell exactly where Wes was until he touched her left upper thigh with what she assumed was a knife. She flinched a bit, but then forced her body to stay completely still as he brushed the flat edge of it up one thigh and down the other. She pictured it in her mind, and her nipples began to tingle. Was it normal to be so turned on by something like this?
Cool air swirled around her pussy as the sound of clothing being torn filled the room again. “Nice,” said Wes. “Black panties.” He brushed the blade against them, and even though Summer couldn’t feel it directly on her skin through the lace, it sent a jolt of electricity straight to her throbbing clit. Her pussy contracted in tiny spasms, and she moaned again.
“I wonder what’s under them. Swollen, wet pussy lips, perhaps? I’m going to find out, and you can’t stop me.” He slapped her pussy, hard. “Step apart. Wide apart. Now.”
Summer did as he asked. Her arms and torso were still pinned tightly by Dalton, and she could feel his dick throbbing through his pants, pressed up against her lower back. This excited both of them, and that realization increased her arousal to crazy heights.
“I’m going to cut these pretty panties off you, and then I’m going to cut off the rest of your clothes.” The blade lifted the edge of her panties, and teeth grazed her pussy lips. Summer groaned and struggled to hold still. She wanted his mouth on her pussy so badly.
His tongue touched her clit and she cried out loudly. If he licked her, there was no way she’d be able to hold off the climax. “You taste ready for me, beautiful. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.” His teeth grazed her pussy lips again, and Summer moaned loudly. “And there isn’t one thing you can do about it. But first I think I’ll take off the rest of this pretty dress.” She felt the air shift as Wes stood up, and then Dalton took his arms from around her body.
“Stand perfectly still,” said Dalton. “If you move even one inch while he does this, the game is over.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Summer held her breath as Wes cut the straps of first her dress and then her bra. She could feel each of them release, and she swore she actually heard the thin strips of fabric rip. Every sensation was
heightened not only by the blindfold, but because of the potential danger of the knife. If Wes was able to slice through fabric with it, it must be a real one.
Her dress fluttered to the floor and pooled at her feet. Wes brushed the flat edge of the blade against her skin, up and down each forearm, slowly. He followed the blade with his teeth, grazing her skin, until Summer was trembling and her breathing came in short gasps. When he did the same to both nipples through the fabric of her bra, she began to whimper.
Her pussy was completely soaked now, and her clit throbbed constantly. She had to have them both, and she didn’t care how hard, fast, or long they fucked her. She just needed them to before she exploded. Her arousal was so intense it actually hurt.
“Are you afraid?” asked Wes. “Are you afraid of what I could do to you with this?” He tapped the point against her left breast, just enough that she felt the pinprick, but not enough to actually hurt.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Please don’t hurt me.” It was only a game, but real fear raced through her body, enhancing her desire for them.
“Are you afraid of my cock inside your pussy? How about your mouth? What if I tie you down and shove it inside your mouth?”
Summer moaned. Was this Wes? Where the hell had he been hiding all this?
“And what about mine?” asked Dalton, giving her hair a sharp tug. “What if I shove my dick into your pussy while Wes fucks you in the mouth? With your arms and legs tied up so you can’t move or get away from us?”
“Please, Sir…” Summer wasn’t sure if they’d know she was begging for exactly that, or would assume she was playing along, but it no longer mattered. The game was real and her need for them was the game. They were one and the same, and she suddenly understood that in a way she hadn’t before.
Wes pulled the front of her bra away from her body slightly and cut it open between the cups. She felt it fall away and then her breasts were free. The flat edge of the blade brushed over one nipple, then the other, and this time it wasn’t cold. It was red hot, or perhaps that was only because she was out of her mind with desire.