Two Doms for Vicki [Pleasure, Montana 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “I understand. You don’t want to disappoint your constituency.”

  She was amazing. He leaned over and kissed her. “You know me well.”

  Clint jogged over. “We ready?” He looked between them.

  “Yeah. How about if you drive Vicki’s car back so she can come with me?” Sanford raised his brows to indicate this was important.

  “No problem.”

  After a few false starts to get out of there, they made it outside. “I’m parked over here.”

  He escorted her to the SUV, opened the door for her, and helped her in. Vicki wasn’t her usual bubbly self, but he understood. She cared a lot for Earl. While his injuries would heal, the violence would bother her for a long time. It was one of the things he loved most about her.

  He started the car and turned up the heat. “I can’t thank you enough for organizing this party. We’ll be getting a slew of donations and hopefully a lot of votes.”

  “I was pleased with the turnout.”

  He backed out. “What do you say we don’t think or talk about the election for one night? I want to cap off my night of celebration by giving my woman some much-needed loving.”

  As if he poured water on a plant in the desert, she sat up straighter. “Really? I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed holding you.”

  “Does that mean we can stop by your house to pick up some clothes so you’ll spend the night?”

  “You plan on giving me your loving ways for hours and hours?”

  “You bet.”

  She twisted in the seat to face him. “You think you can last that long?”

  He loved the challenge in her tone. “We’ll see who can last longer, young lady.”

  She laughed, and the delightful sound energized him. “You know you’ll have more control because you’ll tie me up, blindfold me, and then spank me until I come. It’s not fair.”

  Those words were music to his ears. “Is that what you want? Do you want Clint and me to dominate you, to tease you until you are crying for release?”

  She didn’t answer right away as if she needed to think about it. “Maybe.”

  He laughed. “I’ll take a maybe.”

  Stopping at Vicki’s house would give Clint time to set up his room for this special event. Earlier today, they’d returned to their home on the outskirts of town and picked up a few items they had stored there. They then went to Danielle’s Pure Pleasures Sex Shop to purchase a spanking bench. Once they returned to their home after the election, they planned to outfit their third bedroom just for Vicki. Imagining her bound and gagged turned his cock painfully hard.

  He pulled into her drive and helped her out. He wanted her to pack for a few weeks, but he didn’t want to scare her by asking her to commit to them before she was ready. Tonight, he knew, would be a huge step for her and require a trusting leap of faith.

  As they went up her porch steps, he looked around. Everything seemed to be in order. No men in masks and no ex-boyfriend hanging around. Doug had been lucky Clint had run into him instead of Sanford. He wouldn’t have been as nice.

  He slipped the key from her fingers and opened the door. She stepped inside, and he followed. As she headed toward her bedroom, he scanned the house to make sure no miscreants had snuck inside and targeted more than the campaign headquarters. Her house had only one bedroom, so he didn’t have far to look to see nothing had been disturbed. While Vicki packed, he texted Clint to say they’d be home within a half hour. He debated going into her room to help, but then he’d see the bed and they might never make it back. Clint would be highly pissed if that happened.

  Finally she came out, and he rushed to take her case.

  Vicki lifted her chin. “I can carry it.”

  “I know, angel, but I like to take care of you.” He slipped the luggage from her fingers and ushered her out the door.

  He could hardly wait until he had her naked. Fortunately, the drive didn’t take long. He drove past headquarters and spotted a large wooden board covering the entrance. He would have liked to check it out himself, but he had other needs right now. Besides, he wanted to put everything about the election out of his mind.

  “I’m glad Justin got Brody to repair the door.” He didn’t like the worry in her voice. Maybe he shouldn’t have driven by.

  “Me, too.”

  He pulled down John Arnold Boulevard and turned right into the back alley. Both Clint’s and Vicki’s car were parked there.

  He pulled in next to them, cut the engine, and jumped out. From the backseat, he picked up her suitcase. Together they walked up the path to the stairs alongside Mountain View. He had her go first.

  “It should be open.”

  She entered and he quickly followed. Clint had gone all out. The room lights were off and every conceivable surface was lit with candles.

  Her intake of breath was audible. “This is amazing.”

  Clint came out of his bedroom with a towel around his waist, drying his short hair with another one.

  Vicki groaned. “Are you two trying to seduce me?”

  Sanford set down her case. They’d decide later in which bedroom she’d spend the night. “Yes. Is it working?” He stepped behind her and slid her coat off her shoulders.

  They both knew she liked the room to be bathed in darkness when they made love. She’d mentioned she didn’t want them to see her flaws. For now, he’d let her have her way. At some point, he’d insist she see herself as beautiful, and that every line, crease, and bulge was what made her special. He wanted her to realize how truly lovely she was. A flat stomach, slim hips, and large breasts didn’t make a woman gorgeous. Her joy for life, ability to care, and resilience against life’s issues did. He wanted to teach her all that and more.

  “Yes.”

  Clint tossed the hair towel on the sofa, strode toward her, and grinned. “We wanted to make tonight special in many ways.”

  She looked back at him. “Sanford asked if I’d like the full-court press.”

  He laughed. He’d never used a basketball analogy, thinking she wouldn’t understand, but she probably said that for Clint, who used to play point guard in high school.

  Clint dropped the towel from around his waist and pressed against her. “What did you say?”

  Sanford swore he heard a gurgle come from her. “That I’d consider it.”

  He leaned over and kissed her, then kissed her again, and kissed her some more. Sanford had had enough. He tossed off his jacket and toed off his shoes. He didn’t need to start twenty points down in the fourth quarter.

  “Bro, leave some for me.”

  Clint broke the kiss and looked up. “Why don’t you join us in the bedroom when you’re ready?”

  He didn’t need any time to get ready. He lifted off his shirt, unbuttoned his pants, and slipped out of them. He’d pick up his clothes later. “Lead the way.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Vicki was overwhelmed with all the candles and having Clint’s hard cock pressed against her belly. She licked her lips after kissing him and wanted to drop to her knees and suck him into oblivion, but she feared Sanford would stop her, saying he hadn’t give her permission. Confusion swamped her. What was her role with these two men? They kept saying she was their submissive, but what did that really mean? Did she have any free will? Was she just their play toy, or did they really want to please her?

  “Vicki?” Clint said.

  She looked up at him. “Sorry. I spaced out. I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

  “You don’t have to ever apologize to us.” He stroked her face. “Are you too tired to be with us tonight? Maybe you’d rather take a shower and go right to sleep.”

  The pain in his voice cut her. “No, never. I’ve wanted this for so long.” Besides, her men had gone to a lot of trouble to make this evening special. She loved romance, and they must have sensed that in her, too.

  He clasped her hand and walked her into the bedroom where he’d lit only three candles. The
soft glow barely lit the room, and her heart soared. The men understood her so well.

  The bedspread was already folded back and piled at the foot of the bed, and the six big pillows leaning against the headboard spoke of luxury. Her pussy creamed in anticipation.

  Her gaze wandered to the contraption in the corner. “You have a spanking bench?” She was proud she kept the panic from her tone.

  Sanford stepped behind her and rubbed her ass. “Don’t you remember how much you loved it when I spanked you?”

  That was true. “Yes.” She could take a few spanks, but the paddle and the flogger that looked more like a leather mop sitting on top of the bench kind of scared her. However, she did love it when the men took control as it made her feel special and small and adored. Besides, her friends loved being submissives, and she needed to give this lifestyle a chance, too. If she loved her men, then she would enjoy how they made love with her.

  Clint, in all his naked glory, stepped over to a chair in the corner and picked up something with a bar that in no way looked comfortable.

  “Clint,” Sanford commanded. “We need to take this slow.” He turned her around.

  Oh, my. He was naked, too.

  Her heart pounded. Images of ropes, cocks, and lips slammed into her. Excitement and trepidation collided. She wanted to be everything for them, but was she ready?

  “Do you remember all the rules?” Sanford stood close and looked down at her.

  “I think so.” She immediately lowered her gaze.

  He tilted up her chin and held it in position. “Everything we ask of you is to make our lovemaking better. It may seem strange to you, but know we will never harm you. It’s all for you.”

  With a speech like that, how could she not agree? Her trepidation lessened. “I understand.”

  “When we ask you not to climax, it’s not to punish you, but to bring you to a place where the world stops. You might not hear or even see anything, but the fulfillment will be so glorious that you won’t care.”

  Maybe she’d been too hasty. It all sounded so wonderful. “I’m ready.”

  Sanford smiled. “We will take it slow.”

  While she couldn’t really see his eyes all that well in the dim light, she got the feeling that he wanted to move faster and that he didn’t think she was up for the challenge. That just wouldn’t do. She was curious what it would be like. Everything they’d done had been wonderful, so stopping now made no sense.

  “No. I want the full experience. I want to be tied down, blindfolded, and spanked. I want to show you I can be your submissive.”

  He cocked a brow. “You trust us that much?”

  She wished he hadn’t sounded so surprised. “Yes.”

  He stroked her face. “You do know if you call out a ten that we will stop? Even if you say a seven or eight, we will take a break and talk about it. We don’t want you afraid.” He winked. “Well, maybe a little.”

  She nodded. Blood pounded in her ears at the anticipation.

  “Then let the training begin.”

  Shivers of delight rippled up her body. Clint came up behind her and handed her a bell.

  She looked behind her. “What’s this for?”

  “You said you wanted to be dominated. When we gag you, it will be difficult to talk, so all you have to do is ring the bell and we’ll go no further.”

  She wasn’t sure she liked not being able to shout her wishes. Don’t be a wuss.

  She thought he’d come over to take off her pants or something, not hand her a bell. “Okay.”

  You love them and trust them.

  Clint knelt behind her, reached around to her ankle and untied the laces on her boot. “Lift your foot.”

  She held onto Sanford’s shoulder as Clint tugged off her boot and sock. He repeated on the other side. This time she didn’t need to ask if she could undress them, as they were already gloriously naked.

  Clint set her boots aside and undid the button and zipper on her pants. “I’ve been waiting for this all night darlin’, dreaming about driving my cock into your ass.”

  She automatically clenched. She didn’t mind the little plug, but could she handle his big cock?

  He tapped her rear. “You okay, darlin’?”

  She wouldn’t back down now. When she started something, she wanted to see it through. “Yes.”

  Sanford kissed her forehead, her nose, and then her lips while his fingers slid under her jersey top. He stepped back and slid it over her head.

  He whistled. “You went all out, angel.” He grabbed her hand and placed it on his cock. “See how hard I am for you already?”

  His size delighted her. “Yes, Sir.”

  He lowered her bra straps until the cups inverted, and then he drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. Since she was still holding his cock, she reacted by tightening her fingers.

  He gently removed her hand. “You are going to love what I have in store for you.”

  He hadn’t gagged her yet, so she believed she could speak. “What is it, Sir?”

  “You’ll see.”

  Clint slowly dragged her jeans down her legs. “Step out of them.”

  She did. He slid his hands up to her rear and slipped her panties over her rear. Thank goodness for darkness. He ran his tongue across her cheek.

  “God, but you are divine.” He placed his face on her rear.

  Sanford pinched the hook open, and her bra fell to the ground. Clint must have wanted her totally naked, too, because he removed her panties then tapped her rear. “Are you ready for us both?”

  Both? Could she take a cock in her ass and her pussy? “Yes, Sir.” Not really, but she wasn’t going to say no now. Her pussy was vibrating and creaming. Surely, that was a good sign of her intense desire.

  Clint stood and walked to the dresser across from the bed. He picked up something pink with holes in it and returned. He waved it in front of her.

  “This is a gag, and it will serve a few purposes. When you think you are about to come, you can bite down on this to stop yourself from climaxing. Also, by not being able to talk, it will heighten your arousal.”

  Now, she couldn’t wait to see what this new contraption would do. He stepped behind her and when he placed the gag in her mouth, her pulse raced. Oh, no. She couldn’t breathe.

  “Just inhale, angel. That’s what the holes are for.”

  She did and when she found she could take in enough air, relief washed through her.

  Sanford and Clint changed places. Sanford pressed his chest against her back and ran his hands down her shoulders, soothing her fears. His hard cock banged against her back a few times, and she was sure he’d done that on purpose.

  “I have a surprise for you, darlin’.”

  She looked down to where Clint was attaching a cuff to her ankle. That was okay. She wanted to be tied up. He widened her leg and when he attached the cuff to the other side she spotted the very long rod. She wanted to ask the purpose of the metal, but with the gag in her mouth, all that came out was garbage. She tried to move her legs together but couldn’t. The role of the rod became clear.

  Sanford cupped her breasts and leaned so close his lips touched her ear. “Relax. Remember you have the bell. To answer your question, the spreader will allow me to do this anytime I want.”

  Now, her pussy reacted by dripping her honey down her leg. He slipped two fingers into her wet pussy, and she moaned in delight. Not being able to close her legs did make it more exciting. She was at their mercy. This is where she needed to be.

  “I’m glad to see how much you like it. I can smell your arousal, but just wait until I suck on your sweet honey. I will drive you wild.”

  Oh, God. She wasn’t cut out for this. Her hair-trigger pussy had no control. With two men touching her, she’d be banned from their lives when she climaxed time and time again. She bit down on the rubber mouthpiece. It helped a little until Sanford curled his finger and hit her sweet spot. Electric sparks jumped outward, calling for
her climax. She’d never last.

  Clint stood and once more changed places with Sanford. Clint placed a blindfold over her eyes. No! It was one thing to close her eyes, but not being able to see scared her.

  “Are you doing okay, angel?” He had the nerve to draw a nipple into his mouth and pull it taut. A rush of warmth spread over her body.

  No one could say no to him. She nodded.

  He tugged on the other nipple. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  Clint rubbed her rear. “Darlin’, I want to put a slightly larger dildo in your ass than that little plug you had in you before. I need to stretch you out.”

  She didn’t mind the plug, and it would hurt less if she took this in stages, so she nodded.

  Sanford had her bend over. “Put your hands on my thighs for support, but don’t touch my cock or you’ll be on the spanking bench faster than you can ring that bell.”

  Had his voice not held cheer, she would have been more afraid. She did love them touching her and hoped she was enough woman for them. Disappointing them would be terrible.

  “That’s it, angel. You are perfect and are doing great.” He reached under her chest and twisted her nipples that were now tender and slightly swollen, but he was gentle as if he knew a lot of pressure would cause her unnecessary pain.

  Cherry-scented lube wafted toward her and she tried to relax her rear. “Darlin’, don’t clench on me.”

  Sanford’s slow circling of her nipples mesmerized her as well as made her pussy yearn for more. Clint slipped his thumb in her anus and ran it around the tight muscled ring. Having had a plug in before helped keep her anxiety to a low level. He quickly slipped in a finger and dipped it deeper. There was a slight pinch, but it disappeared right away.

  Clint tapped her rear. “Remember to keep those cheeks relaxed.”

  Whoops. He placed something incredibly huge against her back hole and had to press hard for the object to get into her anus. Instinctively she tightened her rear.

  The fake cock disappeared and she was suddenly swept up in the air.

  She tried to tell him that the dildo was too big, but the damned gag prevented the words from coming out.