Rose, Tara - Behind Blue Eyes [The Doms of Sybaris Cove 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Tara Rose

  She nodded. “Yes. Yes, I am sure. I don’t know how to do that. If you two could help me figure that out, that would be wonderful. Thank you.” She was overcome with emotion that just like that, they’d nailed her, and were willing to help. Then again, it wasn’t exactly a secret to anyone who knew her at work that she was wound pretty tightly. These two had been watching her for eight years. They knew her better than she’d ever realized.

  Taj and Jeff smiled at each other. “All right then,” said Taj. “Rule number one, stop asking us what’s going to happen next. Just relax today and let us decide what, when, where, why, and how. Do you understand?”

  “I think so.”

  “I think so isn’t good enough. This has to be consensual. That’s why we both kept asking you last night if you were sure you wanted to play and have sex. We need to hear you verbally consent to everything we ask of you today, and always.”

  She nodded. “All right. I understand. I agree. No more asking today what, where, when, how, or why.”

  “Good girl,” said Jeff. “Rule number two. We don’t want to hear the word ‘but’ associated with anything, because that usually means you’re about ask another why, when, where, how, or what question. It means you’re overthinking it. Agreed?”

  She sighed loudly. “But what may I talk about then?”

  Jeff stared at her with his mouth open.

  Taj rose, then walked toward the back of the boat, shaking his head. “That didn’t last long.”

  “What? I just need to know what I can discuss.”

  Jeff cupped her face in one strong hand. “Anything. Anything at all. But did you not just agree to stop with the who, what, where, when, why, and how questions?”

  “Yes, but…” She let out a loud exhale. “Fuck. Well…oh, shit.”

  Both men were laughing hard by the time Taj stood in front of her with an oar in his hand. She realized what she’d done, but surely there was supposed to be a code word or something to start the rules, no? “You’re kidding.”

  He shook his head, the grin on his face sending fresh wetness to her pussy.

  “So I’m assuming then that once I agreed, the rules officially began?”

  He nodded.

  “She didn’t consent to not using the word ‘but’ yet,” said Jeff. “Let’s get that out of the way before we go any further.”

  They both waited, and she glanced from one to the other, wondering what the fuck she’d just gotten herself into. She let out another loud sigh. “Okay. I agree. No use of the word ‘but’ today either. May I ask one question, though. Please? For clarification purposes only?”

  “One,” said Jeff. “And I mean only one.”

  “When does ‘today’ officially end?”

  “Midnight. We’ll see how the rest of this day goes, and then tomorrow morning we may be negotiating new rules.”

  “Negotiating? Was that an actual negotiation?”

  Taj raised his eyes to the sky and began to laugh again. “Oh my God…what have we done here?”

  “It was when you agreed to it,” said Jeff. “Right?”

  She thought for a second, but there was really no argument to that. “Yes.”

  He smiled. “And now that’s two more questions you asked after I told you that you could ask only one.”

  “May I ask one more please directly related to our negotiations and for clarification purposes again?”

  “All right. One more.”

  “How will I be able to clarify anything the remainder of the day if I can’t ask questions about it?”

  “If you need to know something, phrase it in a way that doesn’t make it sound like you’re directing what goes on.”

  “I’m not sure I understand.”

  “See? Now that wasn’t a question that directed anything. It was obvious you were only seeking clarification. Those are the kinds of things you may say without breaking the rules.”

  “I understand.” This was going to be the hardest thing she’d ever done, but she also saw the beauty of it. She didn’t have to make any decisions. All she had to was enjoy their company. No one had ever given her that option before.

  “Here’s an example,” said Taj. “Let’s pretend you knew nothing about fishing. If you asked questions related to what we were teaching you about it, that wouldn’t be considered directing anything. But if you started asking where we were going after we finished, what we were going to do later, et cetera, that would be directing the day. Do you understand the difference?”

  “Yes. Yes, I do now. Thank you.”

  “No, thank you,” said Jeff. “Now stand up and turn around, love. It’s time to teach you the difference between a punishment paddling, and a playful one.”

  “Right here? On the sailboat? Where anyone can see us?”

  He and Taj exchanged a look of incredulity.

  “This is going to be tougher than I thought,” said Jeff. He scanned the coast line. “Do you see anyone out there?”

  She shook her head. “No.” They were on a part of the lake that overlooked only forest and mountainsides.

  “Then who is going to watch us? The wildlife?”

  “I’m sorry. You’re right.”

  He shook his head. “Too late. And that was three more questions than I gave you permission to ask, making it a total of five. Plus, you didn’t do as I said, when I said to do it. You just earned extra swats.”

  She was so excited she could barely rise from her chair. Why had she worn white pants? Surely they’d see her pussy juices, because she was certain they’d leaked out of her panties by now.

  Jeff made a circling motion with his index finger. “Turn around and lean on the chair back to brace yourself. And hold still. You move away or try to stand up, we start all over again. Understood?”

  She nodded.

  “Verbal consent,” said Taj. “And you might as well start calling us both ‘Sir.’ So let me ask you Jeff’s question again. You move away or try to stand up and we start all over again. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Sir. She was allowed to call them both “Sir,” just like she’d heard the subs at work talk about calling their Doms “Sir,” “Master,” or another title. She was a real sub now, about to get punished for misbehaving. She’d never been this aroused. Not even last night.

  The first smack on her ass with the oar, even through her Capri pants, hurt like crazy. She imagined that was because she’d taken so many the night before. “Now that you know how one feels,” said Taj, “let me tell you many you will receive with each implement.”

  “Each…” She stopped and let out a sound of disgust. “Nothing. Never mind.”

  They both chuckled. “Good girl,” said Taj. “We won’t count that because you stopped yourself. Your safewords apply, but all they will do is delay the punishment. In other words, safeword if you must, but we will get through the swats, regardless. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” This was so fucking exciting she was about to come.

  “I will give you ten swats with the oar, and then Jeff is going to give you ten with one of the fishing poles. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Ten with each. That wasn’t so bad. She could handle that.

  “And the one I gave you doesn’t count.”

  “Yes, Sir. I understand, Sir.”

  When Taj pulled down her pants and panties, she started to turn around, but stopped herself. Her face burned with embarrassment. If anyone was on the shore right now, God only knew what they would think. She had assumed he’d keep her pants on, but clearly they meant to smack her bare, sore, and already-bruised ass with those things. She was in big fucking trouble here. And she loved it. Every decadent second of it.

  Chapter Eleven

  “Ouch! Jesus Christ!” Alaina couldn’t believe how much it hurt when he hit her bare ass with the oar. He’d obviously been holding back before. She started to move but remembered their words. She was not going to start this over again.

  “Goo
d girl.” Taj’s deep, sexy voice didn’t help much. She gritted her teeth as the next two blows were delivered, wondering how the fuck she was going to get through seven more, and then ten with a bamboo pole.

  But at the same time, her pussy was soaking wet and her clit began to throb. Images of fucking them both on this boat filled her mind, and she hung on to those as the next three blows were delivered. She yelled so loudly that she swore she heard her voice echoing off the mountainsides. Tears stung her eyes.

  “Just four more. You can do it.” Taj’s voice lulled her a bit more this time, but when he delivered the last four, she cried out again and the tears spilled over her lashes.

  He caressed her ass cheeks and nuzzled her neck. “Good girl. I am so proud of you right now.”

  Oh God. She was so fucking turned on it was ridiculous. She mentally begged him to fuck her, just like this, bent over and hanging on to the back of a chair for dear life. “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered.

  She heard Taj move away and sneaked a peek to her right to watch Jeff pull another pole out of the bag in which they were kept. Could she really do this? Yes. She could. She wanted to. She wanted to do it for them, because no one had ever indulged her fantasies like this or tried to help her overcome her tendency to control everything, and never settle down and have fun.

  The tears ran down her face, but they weren’t only from the pain. She was overcome with emotion, and with what this actually meant. They cared about her so much, and were willing to help her become a better person. The kind of person she wanted to be, not what they thought she should strive for. They’d recognized a character trait in her that she despised, and they were going to help her change it. Or soften it, at least. No one had ever cared enough to even try and do something like that.

  She wasn’t going to disappoint them. She was going to do this for them.

  When the first blows struck her ass, she yelled again. This was serious shit. It burned in a way the riding crop had, but worse. Much worse. Jeff paused between strikes, but tears still ran down her face and her ass was on fire. It was a struggle not to move.

  “Five more. You’re halfway there. You can do this.”

  She knew she could, but oh man did it hurt. When he was finally done, she understood the difference big time between play and punishment. And she never wanted to feel it again. She would do anything not to feel that again.

  He nuzzled her neck as Taj had done, and caressed the wounds he’d just made, rubbing something cool and soothing on her ass cheeks. “This will help. I am so proud of you. So very proud of you. I didn’t think you could do it, but you did. No more impact play on your ass this weekend. You’ve had enough. But don’t worry. We have plenty of other ways to play.”

  He helped her stand, and then he pulled her into a tight embrace. Behind her, Taj caressed her hair and back, and then Jeff kissed her rough and deep, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She made a loud noise in the back of her throat as Taj pulled off her top and removed her bra so quickly that she barely had time to process it.

  Jeff released the kiss, and then he helped her step out of her pants and panties, lifting each foot to take off her shoes and socks as well. Taj dragged what looked like a pool cushion to the front of the boat, and Jeff pointed. “On your hands and knees. Now.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She could hardly breathe. This was so damn exciting and unexpected that her pussy had already begun contracting in tiny spasms. It was the ultimate fantasy. Punished and then fucked, rough and hard. She’d wanted this so badly, and here it was, about to become reality.

  She heard them both put on condoms, and glanced up just to make sure she hadn’t hallucinated it. Where they got them, she had no idea. But did it matter? Taj pulled her hair. Not hard enough to really hurt, but she definitely knew he had done it. He knelt behind her, and then with his other hand he reached underneath to rub her clit.

  “You’re so fucking wet and ready for us, aren’t you? You’re a bad girl. I knew you were. You want us to fuck you. Admit it.”

  She cried out as her orgasm drew even closer at his words. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Sir. I want you both to fuck me.”

  He tugged her hair. “Are you a bad girl?”

  “Yes, Sir. Yes. I’m a very bad girl. You wouldn’t have punished me otherwise.”

  “That’s right. You are.” His fingers grazed her clit, bringing her closer and closer. “And bad girls get fucked as well.” When he shoved his dick into her pussy, she exploded in a blinding cacophony of lights and sound.

  He fucked her like he’d never fuck her again, holding on to her hair the entire time. It was so damn sexy and dominant that she thought she’d pass out from pleasure. And from this angle, his cock inside her felt better than anything she’d ever experienced with each hard thrust.

  “Your ass is so fucking red and purple. It turns me on something fierce.” That voice…it was full of command and lust, and it sent her arousal to insane heights. “I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful. I’m going to fuck your pussy until you beg me to stop.”

  She would never beg him to stop. She wanted this. She wanted these two to use her up and make her theirs. He thrust in and out at an impossibly fast pace, and then when he withdrew, Jeff took his place. He didn’t grab her hair, but he did reach under and play with her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. Another climax was building, and Alaina bent her elbows, resting on them, and just let it overtake her.

  “Oh yes…Oh, sweetheart, I love that. It feels fucking incredible that way.”

  Had he just called her sweetheart? She had no idea. She couldn’t think. She could only feel.

  “You’re such a bad girl. A bad girl with a red ass and a tight, hot pussy. You love this.” He squeezed her breasts, hard. “Admit it. This is what you wanted all along. To have your ass paddled red and then a cock shoved into your wet pussy.”

  “Yes…yes, Sir. This is what I wanted.”

  The more the fucked her, the more she cried out. Her orgasm crested again, and she lost all sense of time and place. There was only exquisite pleasure. Jeff pulled out and Taj took his place again, this time teasing her asshole as he fucked her again. When Jeff took another turn, he fucked her pussy hard and deep, as Taj had done, and when he pulled out she knew they still weren’t done.

  Taj pulled her hair again. “Turn around but stay on your knees.”

  She did as he asked, then stared at the cock in front of her. He’d taken off his condom, and she opened her mouth to let him inside. Jeff stood behind her, holding her head still with both hands, his dick brushing the back of her hair. Taj fucked her mouth roughly, but she didn’t care. She wanted this. When he came, she swallowed every tasty drop, and then before she had time to recover, Jeff stepped in front of her and pushed his cock into her mouth.

  If this is what she’d get after taking a punishment, maybe she should disobey the rules on purpose? It would be worth it to have this again.

  When Jeff came, she swallowed all of his cum as well, and then both men lay down with her on the cushion and took turns holding her. They told her how much they’d enjoyed that and how proud of her they were. They thanked her over and over. Alaina closed her eyes and let the emotions run free.

  This was the best day of her life, and it wasn’t even noon yet.

  * * * *

  Taj was afraid they’d gone too far, but as he let the gentle rocking of the boat lull him into a light sleep, he realized they hadn’t. They’d given Alaina something she’d craved for who knew how long? Every fiber of her being had cried out for this. The more time they spent with her, the closer Taj felt to her. It would be so easy to lose his heart. Too easy. And why not? Why shouldn’t he have what his friends and other family members had?

  Alaina was a beautiful woman, but it was more than that. He loved the fire inside her, and he loved the way she tried so damn hard. He admired her intelligence and her work ethic. Hell. She was fucking perfect. And she’d just given them th
e most beautiful gift of all. Her submission. He’d been so damn turned on watching her take twenty very severe blows that he hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d had to fuck her. He was just so damn grateful that it had turned her on as well.

  If he’d had to conjure up the perfect sub, he couldn’t have done better. She was it. And he intended to do everything in his power to make her so damn happy that she’d never leave him or this island. He only hoped Jeff felt the same way, because Taj liked this. He liked sharing her. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world, although he couldn’t have done it with any other man.

  But Jeff was different. Jeff had been his friend since he and Taj could walk and talk. They understood each other. Sharing a sub and a lover was the most logical extension of everything else they shared, starting with running the shipping department together.

  He pulled her closer and inhaled her sweet, warm scent. He could stay here on this boat forever. His thoughts were cut short by what sounded like a knocking on the bottom of the boat, and he jumped up, scanning the poles in their catches on the side of the boat.

  “We got one.” He grabbed the middle pole and had to ask Jeff for help to reel in the striped bass. “Ah…he’s a beauty. A few more like this and we’ll have a feast tonight.”

  “May I ask a question about fish, Sir?”

  Taj turned around and smiled at her. “You may. More than one, even.”

  She giggled and hugged her knees. “What’s the lake stocked with besides bass?”

  “Um, various species of buffalo fish, catfish, bluefish and these babies.”

  “May I ask a question that has nothing to do with fish?”

  Taj chuckled at the way Jeff narrowed his eyes.