by Amelia LeFay
That wasn’t all.
He held a flat head horsewhip.
He stood back to admire his handiwork, wearing nothing but his dark blue briefs. His hard cock was easily seen through the material. He licked his lips before shaking a hand out to calm himself down. Coming back over…
SLAP!
“Ahh…” She cried out in pleasure. He had smacked her tits so hard she’d jerked like electricity had just run through her body.
SLAP!
Right on her stomach.
SLAP
Her other nipple.
SLAP!
Her thigh.
SLAP
Her ass.
“Oh…” She moaned at that one, and her chest rose and fell. “Is that all, Chef?”
His grip on the whip tightened as my dick twitched anxiously. I wanted him to hit her more. I wanted to see her jerk forward.
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
SLAP!
“Fuck!” She gasped, breathing in through her nose. “Chef—”
SLAP!
SLAP!
Moving back to her, he grabbed her hair and pulled it back. “Don’t push me sweetheart, or you’ll never sit down again.”
Instead of getting scared, she blew him a kiss, and if I could have, I would’ve laughed. Wes reached between her thighs, taking out the vibrator slowly before thrusting it back in. Over and over again he did this until she was rocking with his motion. Throwing her head back, she ached with pleasure, and just when it looked like she was reaching her climax, he stopped.
“No,” she whimpered; he ignored her by bringing the vibrator over to me and placing it right on top of my cock.
Fuck.
I rocked and more than anything I wanted to touch him, to touch myself. He knew it too, and instead of mercy, he brought the vibrator up and down my cock, a shiver going up and down my spine with it.
It felt so fucking good and so unsatisfying at the same fucking time.
Fuck! I grunted out, trying to speak out against the ball my mouth, but nothing worked. Just like that, he moved away and walked behind Jane.
“Your ass is far too tight, Ms. Chapman. I’m going to have to stretch you out,” he said, getting behind her.
“Please…” she begged as her voice trailed off. I couldn’t see, but by the way she was wiggling, I was sure he was using the vibrator to tease her asshole.
“Please what, Ms. Chapman?” he asked, and she pulled on the ties and bit her lip so hard it looked like she would draw blood.
He grabbed the lube from the bedside table.
A few minutes later, she was shaking. Her pussy was so wet it was begging for me. Again, I struggled against the ropes.
“You should see Max, baby,” he whispered in Jane’s ear while staring directly at me. “He’s so hard. He wants to fuck you. What do you think? Should I let him?”
She didn’t just answer, just took a deep breath.
He grabbed on to her jaw. “You need to answer.”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, let him fuck me.”
“No. I’m just starting to enjoy myself.”
Fuck him!
“You need to learn patience,” he told me by flicking the tip of my cock.
Readjusting the whip in his hands, he turned back to her.
SLAP!
The whip hit right on the lips of her pussy. The ends of it were even getting wetter.
“Oh…”
SLAP…
“I…”
SLAP
“YES!” She cried out and came so hard it ached me to not touch her.
Wes dropped the whip down and walked out of sight to come back with a red candle. He held it over her breast.
“Shit,” she hissed as the wax dripped on to her nipple. He didn’t stop until her whole nipple was covered in red wax. He did the same the same thing to her left breast.
I didn’t understand what was happening until he came over to me. I looked to the flame; it reflected in Wes’ eyes.
“Urgh!” I grunted out. I tried to tell him not to, but he did, and the wax dripped on my dick. It burned for only a second before quickly cooling. Over and over the hot wax dripped; it was something I would desire again.
My eyebrow twitched. I could feel it and I wanted to cry out, but all I did was take deep breaths through my nose to calm myself down. That seemed to bother him. He wanted me to lose control. Blowing out the candle, he dropped it beside my feet. Reaching down, he rubbed the wax on my cock. The wax came off, but he didn’t stop stroking me.
This is driving me insane. So close…I was so fucking close.
He never looked away from staring me down.
“I’m going to make you go wild,” he stated as his thumb spread my pre-cum over my tip. I…so close… I was so fucking close, but just like he had with her, he stopped and let me go before I could come.
Instead, he moved back over to his tools and came back with collar. For a second I thought it was for me, his dog Max, but instead, he placed it around Jane’s neck. With a simple tug, he undid the ties around her wrists. She fell forward slightly, placing her arms on his shoulders. He didn’t undo the ones at her feet. Instead, he helped her onto her knees. Using the leash of her collar, he brought her over to me.
“Cum on her,” he demanded, and my eyes went wide. “Don’t you want to? Make her know who she belongs to.”
I couldn’t speak and just stared down at her blindfolded face. I expected her to speak…she could. “Are you waiting for permission? Jane, tell him.”
She swallowed and nodded. “Cum on me Max.”
Fucking Christ, have mercy on me.
“Help him, Jane.” He directed her by putting her hand on my cock and again she nodded. She licked from the base of my cock all the way to the tip.
Jane! She didn’t stop but just licked like I was the sweetest thing in the world, like my dick was her favorite food. Just like that, she took me into her hot mouth and sucked.
I can’t.
The sounds she made as she sucked. The way she latched on.
“Don’t get greedy, Jane.” Wes tugged on the leash. She took her mouth off me just as my eyes rolled back and I came, hitting her right in the face. It was everywhere, even in her hair. Some even dropped on her lips and she just used her tongue to lick it up. Fucking Christ, it was beautiful.
“Good boy,” he said petting my head. “I’ll let you have a short break before round two.”
Damn him.
Whoever said dreams don’t come true was most likely dreaming about the wrong kinds of things. It only took him twelve minutes to get hard again—a personal best. I had to hand it to him; he was trying to deny how much he enjoyed this and how much more he wanted.
“Oh,” Jane moaned. She, on the other hand, dove head first into everything. She was the perfect submissive and it only turned me on more.
Putting the collar on Max, he didn’t grumble or fight back. Instead, he stayed still when I cut the rope from him. When I took the ball out of his mouth, it dripped with saliva, and he took a deep breath, licking his lips. I used the extra rope to tie his arms behind his back.
“It’s only fair you taste her too,” I said to him while pulling on the leash. He followed and crawled onto the bed where Jane was now tied up again. Her legs were wide and her pussy was wet and throbbing for more.
“Eat her out good. Don’t waste even a drop,” I told him, and he bent over, giving me a perfect view of his tight, sculpted ass.
He sucked on her clit like a man dying of thirst. She moaned so loudly that it rang in my ears and her body partially rose off the bed. She yanked on the ties as hard as she could. Walking around the bed, I bent over and licked her hard nipple. My tongue rolled around it over and over again before I returned it back to my mouth. Biting gently enough, I got the taste of her.
Focus Wes!
Backing away, I had to take a rest. My cock was throbbing
so hard I couldn’t concentrate, and sweat dripped from my forehead.
I yanked on the leash, and he stopped.
“Fuck her.” I needed to watch how he fucked her. Sitting up, his arms tied behind his back, the corner of my lip turned up as he tried to position himself. He tried to stick in, but either she was far too wet or he was too anxious. Reaching over, I gripped his cock and squeezed it once before helping the tip into her.
It was like he forgot how to speak; he had gone wild. The moment he was in, he rammed himself forward and her body jerked up. Grunts and moans poured out of his mouth and he slammed himself into her. The room was full of the sounds of his skin slapping against hers and the thick smell of sex rolling off them both.
I can’t any more.
The leash slipped from my hand, and I reached for the lube and coated my cock in it before climbing on the bed. When I undid Max’s ties, his free hands knew what to do.
SMACK.
I hit his ass as hard as I could just to see the red mark it left on his skin. Taking my dick, I rubbed it against his ass crack, allowing his cheeks to massage me for a moment.
Only a moment!
“Fuck…” I hissed so loudly and so hard, spit came from my lips. He stilled his ass to welcome me in. Closing my eyes, I savored that he was clenched around my cock. Putting my hands on his hips, I pulled out some more.
“Ahh,” he grunted, reaching out to grasp Jane’s breast as he rammed himself into her.
YES! I couldn’t stop. His ass was my mine, and I’d fuck him like that until the day I died.
“What time is it?” I asked, too tired to even lift my head off Max’s chest. My legs were over Wes, and I wasn’t even sure how we had gotten into this position, but I was too tired to move.
Max reached to the bedside table for his phone. “6:08 a.m. Shit, I have to be back at work in two hours.”
“Since when does it take two hours for you to get ready?” Wes inquired, and I could feel his chest rising and falling.
“I have a lot of sex I need to wash off me.” Max grinned, glancing over at him. “And wax.”
I laughed at that while running my hands through my hair. “We definitely need to do that again.”
They both groaned and forced me to look at them.
“What the fuck are you made of?” Max asked me.
“Give me twenty minutes,” Wes replied, closing his eyes.
“I didn’t mean now, you big babies.” I propped myself up on Max’s chest. “And here I thought I had two of the most capable lovers.”
“I bet you couldn’t find any better lovers in the world,” Wes stated; Max nodded.
Eyebrow raised, I looked between them and asked, “Should I try?”
Both of their eyes snapped to me angrily.
“Kidding.” I lifted my hands up in defense and they both relaxed. “I’ve decided something.”
Wes looked at me, confused. “When did you have time to think?”
“Somewhere between my third and fourth orgasm,” I shot back, and they both looked proud.
“Well, Ms. Chapman, what were you thinking of when you should have been screaming our names?” Max played with a strand of my hair.
“I’ll marry you.”
They both froze. Max even found the strength to sit up against the headboard, forcing me to sit back up.
“Come again?”
“I’ll marry you,” I said, stretching out my neck. “I don’t want any more rumors about you or any more jerks blackmailing you. So I’ll marry you, Maxwell…if you still want me to.”
He looked to Wes, who for some reason was looking pleased; I wasn’t sure why. Max was his, and yet he was just going to let him get married to me.
“Jane, I won’t lie. This will be helping me, but my family is messy.”
“I don’t have a family, so I’ll make do with a messy one.” He didn’t know that even with everything he had told me about his family already, I was still jealous of that. Having people to call mother and father, even if you didn’t get along, was better than nothing. “And then you two can actually go out.”
“You think so?” Wes asked, sitting up as well.
“I know so. We’ve all been together. Max, you aren’t gay, you are bisexual, but they don’t know you. With me around, they won’t think otherwise. You two can be best friends, bros, or whatever guys call it without worrying about anything else…but again, if you don’t want to…”
“I want to,” Max said, waiting for Wes’ response, which was to kiss the back of my hand.
“Thank you, Jane.”
“Why are you thanking me? I get to marry a millionaire husband and get a sexy lover on the side who cooks.” I smiled, shifting to rest between them. “I’m living the dream, gentlemen.”
“Then you’re welcome,” Max said, still trying to be an ass.
“So.” I lifted the sheets. “What round are we on?”
They snickered and rolled over to me, Wes in front, Max at my back. They were already hard again…and they were wondering what I was made of?
“Fuck me,” I demanded, and they didn’t have to think twice.
Wes slid down, kissing my chest and lifting my leg slightly before thrusting so deep into my pussy that I had to hold on to his shoulder. He spread open my ass cheeks for Max.
They were insane.
I was insane.
Fuck it. All three of us had lost our minds. We wouldn’t stop. We didn’t want to stop.
“Yes!” I cried out as Max entered me from behind.
Once again I was sandwiched between two men and it was even better than the first time.
God help us.
Chapter Fourteen
I couldn’t believe it had already been two weeks since I’d moved in, though at the same time it felt like it had been much longer. I spent my days being more of a maid than I had been before, butthis time, we all just coexisted. I’d also started to take some online classes in business management. It was Wes’ idea, but trying to find who I was outside of a maid was not as easy as I’d expected. Later in the week, I was officially coming out as Maxwell Emerson’s fiancée. We hadn’t done it instantly because, well, because they both said they wanted me to know them before everything became chaotic. I’d learned a few things in that time. The first was what was behind the door to the ‘secret room’. It was a room I thought could have been a sexual dungeon or Dexter’s kill room. Turned out to be a damn gym.
They didn’t want anyone in there because Max also had some unpacked boxes he needed to go through. One of them even had photos of Wes and him. Every morning they worked out together. It seemed harmless enough until I realized exercise was just another form of foreplay for them. They’d push themselves, sweat dripping down their abs and necks. Every once in a while, I caught one of them staring at the other. Eventually, they both stared at each other, panting from their workout, covered in sweat and horny. All of this equaled to shower sex…a lot of fucking shower sex.
Second thing I’d learned from them was that neither of them was ever too tired or sick of having sex. When Max got horny, Wes would stop everything to see that he got him off. When Wes was hard, Max was already on his knees. My poor heart could barely take it any more. They both just seemed to know when I wanted them. We’d fucked everywhere in the penthouse: in the kitchen, in the living room, and in the spare bedroom, which was supposed to be my room, but I was always in their bed. We fucked in the shower and while taking a bath. I was covered in hickeys all the time.
The third and final thing I had learned was that they liked me wearing as few clothes as possible. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time I’d worn a bra there…or panties for that matter. They wanted access at any time and who was I to deny them that?
“Your nipples are getting harder.” Max glanced down at me. We both stood in the bathroom and I was supposed to be brushing my hair.
“They do that,” I said, brushing as he cupped my ass. He did that now—they both did; t
hey touched me all over randomly and I loved it. It felt like they were aching to have me back on their dicks.
“Don’t tempt me, Ms. Chapman, I’m—”
“Shit!” Wes cursed. “Of all the fucking times.”
I glanced over at Max, who was brushing his teeth beside me. His eyebrows rose as we both walked to the bedroom door. Wes stood there in his boxers holding a light blue striped shirt.
“What’s wrong?” Max asked.
“Nothing.” Wes just sighed, throwing the shirt onto bed before walking into the closet.
“You are aware you’re going to need to lie a little bit better than that, aren’t you?” Max said, going back in the bathroom.
Wes didn’t reply. He just brought out more clothes, but he was far too tense for someone who had spent a whole day having sex. Walking over to the bed, I took the first shirt he had cursed at. There was a tear under the fold of the collar. Moving to my suitcase—which I still hadn’t bothered to unpack, partly because I hadn’t had a moment to do so—I dug into my purse. Readjusting the towel around my body, I took a step back on the bed with the sewing kit in my lap.
“What are you doing?” Wes asked me as I searched for the right thread color.
“Sewing your shirt.”
He paused, giving me enough time to string the needle.
“Why?”
“Why what?” I asked in reply, not looking away from the shirt in front of me.
“Why are you patching up my shirt?”
“Dumb question.”
“Why did do you want to wear it?”
Again he didn’t say anything, but instead he ran his hands through his sandy brown hair. “I have an interview today.”
Max came out of the bathroom again with his arms crossed over his chest. He leaned on the doorframe. “An interview with whom?”
“Time magazine. I’ve made the top ten chefs in the country list,” he said as if it were nothing. Even Max was shocked.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked, stepping forward.
“It’s nothing—”
“Bollocks,” I whispered, smiling to myself as I continued to sew.
He turned to me with the corner of his month turned up. “It is not bollocks. I don’t really care about the ranking or fame or anything like that.”