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

by Melody Snow Monroe

  “Darlin’, I will never get this in your ass if you don’t relax. I need to do a little therapy on you.”

  She had no idea what that meant. Clint set her down. “Kneel.”

  She stretched out her hands to feel for what she was supposed to kneel on, and Sanford helped guide her down.

  “Lean forward, little sub.” Sanford’s voice had turned suddenly stern. How had she angered him?

  The padding felt like soft leather and ran under her breasts. Neither said anything. Then suddenly one of them drew her hands behind her and cuffed her wrists, stretching her tits taut. Instead of metal, the cuffs were fur-lined, and while she appreciated the softness, she was still unable to move or do anything. Once more she tried to close her legs, but failed. Stupid spreader.

  Sanford plunged his finger in her pussy over and over again until she nearly climaxed. Her groan came out garbled.

  Clint kissed her rear. “This is for your own good, darlin’.”

  The first slap wasn’t very hard, but it wasn’t a pat either. She did not whimper. Two hands plucked her nipples, and ecstasy shot down her belly straight to her needy slit. Vicki was so caught up in what Sanford was doing that Clint’s second slap didn’t register.

  “She’s not even red,” he complained.

  How could he tell? There wasn’t any light in the room. Uh-oh. Would he keep on spanking her until she had welts or something?

  “Hey, bro. What do you think of using the flogger?”

  She wasn’t sure she’d like that idea. Leather would sting more than a palm. Whips were made from leather and could break the skin.

  “Go ahead, but start slow. Vicki is going to love it.”

  I am? He dragged the soft leather strips down her back and over her rear, and the material almost tickled. “That good, darlin’?”

  It was soothing, so she nodded but clenched her bell behind her back just in case she needed to ring it.

  He swung the leather harder. It probably wouldn’t have hurt if she’d been able to see him wield it, but not having any ability to close her rear, made the strike sting, though it wasn’t enough to bring tears to her eyes nor did it excite her pussy very much.

  Clint rubbed her rear and lightly tapped it. “A few more to make sure you are nice and tender.”

  She wasn’t a piece of meat, but she understood his analogy.

  The next strike stung, as did the one after that. But it was the third whipping that really caused a spike of pain. Her breath caught and she wasn’t able to get enough air into her lungs. Clint kissed her rear and the ache quickly turned into pussy pleasure, lowering her blood pressure, but for those few seconds she’d panicked.

  Mentally, she knew she liked pain, and that if she waited, total bliss would result, but being tied up was so different from having her freedom.

  “Let’s try this little cock again.”

  More cherry lube filled her nostrils. This time when he placed the big object at her opening, with a few twists, the fake cock edged in an inch. While it wasn’t painful, she was convinced an object that size wasn’t going to fit. She debated ringing the bell, but then Clint reached between her legs and rubbed her slit, and her mind splintered. While he fingered her pussy with one hand, he nudged the dildo into her back hole with the other. The sensations were like sweet and sour mixing, with the sweet winning.

  Sanford rubbed her swollen nipples, and with each swipe, her pussy contracted.

  “Don’t clench on my finger, darlin’.”

  How could she not press down on his finger? She wanted something more than a thin digit.

  He removed his hand and clamped a palm on her rear as he edged the dildo into her ass, stretching her wider than she thought possible. He hit some nerve that had her rear tightening again. She was such a failure. Every action and every touch excited her, threatening her ability to keep control.

  “All set.” Clint tapped the end of the dildo, and a bolt of electricity lit her up.

  Whoa. She moaned.

  “When you’re stretched out, I’m going to change places with that sweet piece of plastic.”

  She was thrilled she’d get to finally feel the real thing.

  Paper rustled. “I have your surprise, angel. Once I install these, Clint is going to fuck your ass while you suck on my cock.”

  He removed the gag and she worked her mouth to stretch it out.

  “What number are you at, angel?”

  Seven? Nine? She was scared. “Two.”

  “Wonderful. This will pinch at first. I’m going to leave them on for a little while, and when I take them off, you will go off like a rocket.”

  She wanted a cock, but she didn’t dare ask. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You are the best sub we’ve ever had.”

  Delight spread through her.

  Clint rubbed her rear. “We’re never going to let you go, darlin’.”

  His conviction thrilled her, but that made her realize how easy it would be to disappoint them.

  Given all the paper rustling, she wished she could see what Sanford was doing. The noise stopped, and he lifted her breast only to deliver an incredibly sharp pain to her nipple.

  “Ouch.”

  “Easy, angel. It’s just a little clamp.”

  Little my ass. He rubbed her other breast, and soon the ache lessened.

  “Here’s the other one.” There was such joy in his voice that she couldn’t ask him to stop, though in truth, she did love the aftereffects of the ache.

  The pressure on the second one seemed more intense, and she barely caught her breath. Good thing she was wearing a mask so that Sanford couldn’t see her expression. If he had, he would have taken those clamps off. Clint pulled her arms back farther, stretching the skin.

  “Feel the exquisite pain, darlin’, as the divine pleasure races down to your clit. Do you want a cock?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Though she didn’t know if he meant his cock in her pussy or Sanford’s in her mouth. The last time he’d made love with her, she’d kept in the plug while he fucked her pussy. She’d liked it then, but that was with a small fake cock.

  “You look so fantastic, angel, leaning over the bench, with your pink ass and your glorious tits hanging over the padding. I could look at you for hours.”

  She was happy she pleased him. Sanford pressed on the back of her head. “Suck on my cock, my sub.”

  Oh, yes.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Just as Vicki opened her mouth to suck on Sanford’s cock, he pressed her head downward, and his hard cock hit the back of her throat. To keep from gagging, she swirled her tongue around his length and loved his masculine flavor. Too bad she wasn’t able to bob her head, as he controlled the motion.

  “Swallow my cock. Let him deep in your throat.”

  She wanted to take in all of him but couldn’t. He must have been able to tell and let up the pressure.

  “Maybe this will help.” Another sharp pain stabbed both her nipples at the same time.

  She was about to ring her damned bell, but the ache morphed into such glory that her fingers relaxed their hold.

  “I can’t wait anymore, darlin’,” Clint said with an intense amount of desperation.

  For what?

  He eased the fake dildo out of her ass and then rubbed her rear. “You have the best ass in the world.” He sounded sincere and she let out a breath.

  Sanford stopped moving. “I need to take these off.”

  She was glad, as the clamps had started to ache. He removed both at the same time, but the relief was short-lived. Her nipples must have fallen asleep because pinpricks rushed the end. This ache was different, but eventually the shards of bliss traveled down her belly to her wet slit. Now she knew why he was so excited for her to try these out. The resulting glory was divine.

  Sanford let go of her head and allowed her to suck on him at her own pace. He reached over her shoulders and rubbed her back. When she smelled more lube, she tightened her jaw instead of her ass
. This was what she’d been waiting for—well, that and a cock in her pussy.

  “Darlin’, just breathe and let me love you. Sanford, let the girl concentrate. She can’t handle both of us at the same time.”

  Sanford pulled out and disappointment washed over her, but she said nothing. Did they think of her as so inexperienced that she couldn’t handle both? Darn. Here, she’d prided herself on having done so well.

  “I’m playing with her tits at least.”

  She almost laughed at the pout in Sanford’s voice.

  Clint cupped her ass and pressed his cock to her rear. The dildo had been large, but Clint’s cock was wider. She squeezed her eyes and told herself not to clench. He massaged her rear, and the anxiety disappeared. Surprisingly, he nudged his cock past her tight ring without much fuss.

  “Good girl. You’re doing awesome.”

  Using little strokes, he worked his way down her channel. Having a real cock in her ass was a totally different experience than the fake cock. His textured skin hit nerves no piece of plastic could.

  “God, but your ass is tight.” He groaned and she smiled.

  Sanford must have wanted her attention because he rubbed her nipples again.

  “Uh, uh, uh.”

  “Slow and easy, angel.”

  He knew what he was doing, but if he didn’t stop soon, her climax would swamp her. She was weak around these men.

  Fully seated, Clint leaned over her back and kissed her neck. “What you do to me.”

  He withdrew his cock slowly then drove it back in. This time bolts of electricity ran inside her rear and spilled over to her pussy.

  Had Clint not reached across her belly and touched her clit, she might have been able to stop the waves of lust from crashing down on her. He reached his other hand under her and drove three fingers into her pussy.

  All hope was lost. Sanford only added to her complete failure by pinching her nipples super tight. The stab of pain set her whole body on fire. Between Clint’s cock driving into her ass and him finger-fucking her pussy and pressing on her clit, her climax stole her away.

  She screamed and Clint’s cock exploded, stretching her ass to the max. Her pulse raced and the realization that she wasn’t able to keep control nearly felled her.

  “I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I didn’t mean to come.”

  “Angel, no.”

  Clint stood back, and his cock popped out. In seconds, he’d uncuffed her hands and removed her blindfold.

  “Let’s get you out of this.” Clint dropped to his knees and removed the spreader.

  When she was free from any ties, he led her over to the bed. Both men sat next to her. “Why did you say you were sorry?” Sanford asked.

  She couldn’t tell him that she wasn’t right for them, that she wasn’t woman enough. “I’m tired. I think I want to go home.”

  They probably thought she was a loser. She’d so wanted to be with them, but she wasn’t cut out for this lifestyle. Not climaxing was impossible.

  Clint rubbed her back. “We want you to stay the night. We’ll just sleep. I think the break-in has bothered you more than you realize.”

  She nodded. “Yeah. That must be it.” She didn’t have the heart to tell them that she hadn’t even thought about the break-in the moment she saw the candles and an almost naked Clint.

  Sanford picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Why don’t you shower and crawl into bed.”

  “Okay.” She couldn’t even look at them.

  “I’ll get your suitcase.” Sanford jumped up and went into the living room.

  The light in the other room slowly extinguished. When it was dark, he carried in her suitcase. She felt like a failure.

  She stood. “Thanks.”

  He placed her case on the corner chair. She opened it up and pulled out her pajamas. Clint slept in the nude, but she wasn’t ready for them to see her naked in the morning. Right now, she wasn’t sure of anything.

  * * * *

  As soon as Vicki disappeared into the bathroom, Sanford picked up the flogger and tossed it across the room. “How could we be so stupid?”

  Clint paced. “Keep your voice down. We don’t need her to hear us.”

  She’d said ouch. He should have stopped right then and paid closer attention. “What were thinking asking her to go from a little bondage to this extreme?”

  “She did climax. It wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy it.”

  “It doesn’t matter. The fact she said she was sorry implied she doesn’t get what we’re all about. I should have taken more time to explain our lifestyle. I should have gone slower.”

  Clint stopped. “You mean I should have gone slower. Hell, I was the one to use the damned spreader. That’s a lot scarier than getting your hands tied. At least people are used to that sensation.”

  He spun to face his brother. “We know that one doesn’t start with a blindfold or a gag for Christ’s sake. It should take weeks or months before we get to that level.”

  “You’re right. She can’t even make love with the lights on. Clearly, she doesn’t feel good enough about herself to be delving into what we asked her to do. We should have listened to her body, not just her words.”

  That was the problem. Sanford thought he had listened. “What can we do? How do we repair the damage?”

  Clint sat on the bed. “Maybe she’s not as upset as we think.”

  “Then you have your head up your ass.” The shower was still running. “She’s climaxed before, taken her punishment, then got right back into the action, begging for my cock.” His balls hurt. “This time she said she was sorry and totally hung it up.”

  Clint grabbed a pillow, placed it on his stomach, and leaned over as if he needed something soft to cushion the blow. “Do you think she’ll want us again or ever trust us?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t know. I’m not sure I would. I could tell she was scared, but when I asked her where she was, she told me she was at a two.”

  “I’m thinking she lied because she didn’t want to disappoint us. You know what a caregiver she is. She’s a pleaser, which is why she makes the perfect sub.”

  With an attitude like that, it was no wonder she freaked. Sanford tapped his chest. “We’re the ones who are experienced. We are the ones who should have sensed she wasn’t being truthful.”

  Clint tossed the pillow to the side and got up. He strode over to the dresser and pulled out pajama bottoms, something he only wore when he was in the living room. “I need a beer.”

  Vicki might appreciate coming out to an empty room so she’d have some time to herself to think. She might feel self-conscious if she walked out of the bathroom and they were standing there, watching her. “I’ll join you.”

  Sanford crossed the living room to his room and dressed in a pair of pajamas Chelsea had given him one Christmas. Tonight should have been the most amazing night of his life, but he’d been hasty. If only he’d had more patience and paid more attention to her, he would have seen she wasn’t ready.

  The question that seared his brain was could he and Clint salvage this relationship? He prayed they could. Maybe if they started from the beginning, they could do it right the next time.

  Clint strode into the kitchen, retrieved two bottles from the fridge, and handed him one. “Before she comes out, we need to figure out how to handle her. Do we apologize? Do we pretend nothing happened? Or what?”

  None of the choices suited him. “Let’s see how she reacts. We’ll have to pay very close attention to her body language and respond accordingly.”

  Clint twisted off the cap and drank from the bottle. “You think you can be in the same small office with her for the next few weeks and not talk about this or want a repeat performance of your last office event?”

  Shit. “I might be spending a lot of time campaigning just to keep out of her way. I don’t want to pressure her into thinking she has to stay with us when in reality she’s afraid of what we do.”

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bsp; Clint sat in the chair opposite the sofa. “Do you think she doesn’t want to be a submissive?”

  “I think she does. It’s who she is, but we need to take our time.”

  The door to the bathroom opened, and he heard the snap of the suitcase. He hoped she wanted to come out and talk about this.

  She opened the door and peeked out her head. “I’m going to bed. Good-night.” Then she disappeared.

  He and Clint looked at each other. They were fucked. “Maybe I should sleep in my room. She might feel less threatened. Sleeping in between us could scare her.”

  Clint nodded. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

  He shook his head. “No. That would make her feel like we are disappointed in her. You’ve slept with her before. Go in now and tell her you love her.”

  “She probably isn’t ready to hear our side of the story, is she?”

  “No. She’s tired. The break-in didn’t help, not to mention what we did.” His cock had ruled his actions.

  When they were fighting in the war, there wasn’t a day that went by when he didn’t think about her. He’d imagined her tied and bound so many times that he forgot she had no idea they were Doms. He was living out his fantasy, not hers, and that was the problem.

  Clint swigged his beer. “Not only did the break-in disturb her, but when we saw Earl, she was quite upset.”

  “I know. Even if we talk with her now, she’ll deny she was upset.” He needed time to think. “She blames herself when it’s really our fault.”

  “I know.” Clint finished his beer and got up. He went into the kitchen and tossed the bottle in the trash. “I bet I don’t sleep a wink.”

  “Me, too.”

  Once Clint stepped into his bedroom, soft voices floated out. He waited to see if she’d throw him out. When the light extinguished under the door and all was quiet, he relaxed. Maybe there was hope.

  Chapter Nineteen

  When Vicki woke, she once more found herself alone in the room. She’d heard Clint get up a few minutes ago and head into the shower. That gave her a good excuse to stay in bed a little longer. Her nipples were sore and her ass a little tender, but to be with her men again, she would do it all over again—just not too soon.