Double Doms: A Menage Baby Romance

by Tia Siren

  She was so damn sexy, and I had to think about what I wanted to do next. I never realized what kind of restraint being a dom really took, but I could tell Grant had a lot of practice. He nodded his head, showing me he knew exactly what I was thinking. I pulled my hand back and lightly slapped Kylie’s ass, watching it jiggle. She gasped and giggled, not expecting it.

  “Shhh,” Grant said leaning toward her face. “You’re being punished.”

  I reared back again and slapped her a little harder, reaching over and grabbing the anal beads. I thought about it for a moment but decided I would much rather have my dick inside of her. I reached back one more time and slapped her again, this time leaving a red mark on her ass. She moaned in pleasure, and I grabbed onto her hips, ramming my cock into her ass. She screamed out with passion, grabbing onto the bed and smiling. I reached over and picked up the vibrator, pulling her away from the bed and situating it between her thighs. I laid her back down, feeling the vibration shaking her clit around my cock.

  Immediately, I started to thrust my hips back and forth, fucking her deep while the toy did its job. She moaned out, putting her face down on the comforter and spreading her arms out in front of her. I slapped her ass again, continuing to plow into her, feeling the tightness around my shaft. She screamed out, laughter following, showing me she was really enjoying it.

  “You’ve been naughty,” I said through gritted teeth. “Were you supposed to tease me in class?”

  “No,” she moaned.

  “Were you supposed to give me a hard-on during class?”

  “No,” she screamed out. “I wasn’t. But I was a bad girl.”

  “Yes, you were,” I groaned. “Do you think this is enough punishment? Or do you need more of a spanking?”

  “More. I deserve so much more,” she moaned.

  I slapped across my waist, catching her left ass cheek, jiggling it with my hand to lessen the sting. She growled into the comforter, the pleasure mixed with pain surging through her body. I grabbed onto her waist and pushed in deep over and over again, listening to her whimpers becoming higher pitched by the second. I slapped her ass again, this time grabbing on tightly to both cheeks and fucking her faster. She grabbed onto the bed, breathing heavily as the vibrator massaged her clit. I reached around and clicked the notch up one, causing her whole body to tighten.

  She was getting close, and I wanted her to feel every wave of pleasure that washed over her. As she screamed out and began to shake with her orgasm, I rammed into her rapidly, pushing her pleasure to the next level. When her body began to relax back onto the bed, I pulled out, slapping her again on the ass and chuckling at her whimper. Grant walked behind her and lifted her up, pulling the vibrator off and tossing it to the side. He flipped her over onto her back and rubbed his hand down her face, kissing her lips gently. She breathed heavily, her fingers gently touching her raw clit. I smiled and backed up, sitting down in the chair and stroking my lubed cock.

  I wanted to watch her get fucked, to see every expression on that beautiful face as she wavered between pleasure and pain, arousal and agony, and finally when she came hard for Grant, which I knew she would. Grant was gentler than I was, which was a good difference between the two of us. He leaned over and ran his lips down her chest and across her nipples, flickering his tongue against them. His hands trailed down her body as he stood up, looking down at her with a straight face.

  “You ready?”

  “Mhmm,” she said, smiling. “Punish me.”

  A smile flickered across Grant’s face as he stepped forward and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders. He reached down and steadied her ass, grabbing the lube from the side table and lathering it all over his cock. He rubbed some on her and then put it down, sliding his palms against one another. She looked up as he reached back and slapped her ass from underneath, grabbing tightly and jiggling it in his hand.

  “Will you be a bad girl again? Will you come to my office and deny me fucking you?”

  “No, sir,” she whimpered.

  “You want to be punished?”

  “Yes.” She bit into her lip.

  He stepped forward and slowly guided his cock to her ass, pushing in slightly and stopping for a moment before continuing forward. She rolled her eyes back in her head and moaned out, her body writhing against his cock. He reached back with both hands and slapped both of her ass cheeks, letting them bounce around, the sting caught by the pushing of his hips. He reached up and grabbed her waist and started to push and pull her against him, slowly sliding his shaft deep and then back out again. She moaned loudly, throwing her hands up above her head and lying there, just letting him do whatever he wanted. I watched as her perfect perky tits bounced up and down while Grant pushed and pulled on her body.

  I looked down at my hard cock and slowed my hand, not wanting to come until I was inside of her. With the sounds of her moaning and the look on her face as she was plowed in the ass, it was hard to hold back. I let go of my cock and stood up, walking over and standing at the foot of the bed. I looked up at Grant and caught his attention.

  “You mind?”

  “Not at all,” he grunted.

  I reached forward and grabbed her tit, rubbing her nipple between my fingers. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, a smile moving across her lips. Her hand slid slowly down toward me as I crawled up next to her, and she grasped onto my shaft, squeezing it tightly as she closed her eyes and moaned.

  “You getting close?”

  “Yeah,” she said breathlessly.

  “Rub her clit,” Grant said, looking at me.

  “You like how that feels?” Grant asked as I began to rub her clit feverishly.

  “Yes,” she screamed.

  “Come for him,” Grant demanded. “Come for Ben. He’s working hard for you.”

  I rubbed faster and faster until she finally screamed out in a sensory explosion, her body almost too tired to do anything but lie there with the waves of pleasure washing over her. She brought her fingers up to her lips as she melted into her orgasm, smiling with her eyes closed as the climax came and went. Grant thrust inside of her a couple more times before pulling out and standing back.

  “Now it’s our turn,” he said.

  Kylie smiled and got up on all fours as I stepped in front of her and Grant went around back. He immediately slid into her pussy and began to fuck her, the sound of his body slamming into her echoing through the room. I grabbed her by the side of the face and guided my cock into her mouth, closing my eyes as her warm lips wrapped around the head. I fucked her mouth while Grant fucked her pussy, knowing I didn’t have long until I was going to come. I wrapped my hand through her hair and pushed my cock deep into her throat once, twice, and then, feeling my loss of control, plunged deep inside, holding her face there as I exploded. I could feel the hot streams of my seed shooting down her throat, and I pulled back, letting her swallow and get a breath.

  As she wiped her lips, her body moving forward from Grant’s push, he grabbed tightly to her and came hard, grabbing her ass cheek and squeezing. She had done her job, and I could tell she was absolutely exhausted. I got her a towel, and Grant cleaned up one side while she took a sip of the water on the nightstand. We all lay down in the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

  “That was fucking amazing,” she said. “Our sexual chemistry is off the damn charts.”

  “Yes. It is,” Grant said, chuckling.

  “I think we should do this again and really soon.” I looked over at them.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Kylie said, turning to Grant and me with a satisfied smile.

  Chapter 10

  Kylie

  Wednesday night had been so amazing that I had my shift covered at work on Thursday just to take a night to recover. I hadn’t realized how sore I would be the next day, but it was all totally worth it. I couldn’t wait until they decided when we would be doing it next. I had already worked up what I would do if they were taking too long to decide, and it would, of
course, warrant me getting punished again. At the coffee shop working on a Friday, though, I tried to keep my mind on the job.

  “I went out with the guy from Halloween last night,” Piper said.

  “Oh, yeah? How was that?”

  “Boring,” she said with a giggle. “Turns out he was only having fun for one night apparently. The rest of the time, he talks about stock markets, business history, and the fraternity he belongs to.”

  “Oh god, he’s one of those guys.” I rolled my eyes. “The ones who will one day be a stockbroker, wearing an expensive suit and married with three children.”

  “And doing the babysitter on the side.” She laughed.

  “Yeah, that’s the one I’m talking about.” I chuckled as I wrapped up the bagels from the morning.

  “That’s not really my kind of guy,” she said. “So, I’m starting from scratch again.”

  “That’s not a terrible thing.” I smiled. “Better that than being stuck with Mr. Boring.”

  “What are your plans this weekend?”

  “I don’t know,” I said, thinking about Ben and Grant. “I thought I would have an invite, but I haven’t heard from anyone.”

  “By anyone, you mean the super-secret agent men you’re boning?”

  “Yeah.” I laughed. “Those guys.”

  “Well, there’s supposed to be another rager on Saturday night. I was thinking of making an appearance,” she said. “You want to be my date, and we can scope out the hot guys? Maybe you can point out someone not in your classes, and I’ll try that approach.”

  “You could end up with an accounting major,” I said with wide eyes, trying to hold back a laugh.

  “At least they would be responsible,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “Boring as hell but responsible.”

  “True, but still not your type,” I pointed out. “Have you ever thought of maybe meeting someone at like an art showing or something? Someone with a little more in common with you than some graduate guy looking to make millions?”

  “I would never date an artist. They are way too out there.” She wrinkled her nose.

  “You’re an artist.”

  “Yeah, but I do portraits for a living and work at my parents’ coffee shop. Most of them don’t have a job,” she said.

  “Touché,” I replied, turning and putting the bagels in the cooler.

  “So, you want to go tomorrow?”

  I was turning around, about to tell her I’d go, when Ben and Grant walked through the door, taking a seat at a table by the window. I could feel my heart flutter in my chest from the excitement, knowing they had come to see me. I looked at Piper and grabbed a book, wanting to get to them first.

  “I’ll take them,” I said.

  “’K. I’ll clean the other tables off.” She grabbed a rag and headed to the side of the room.

  I walked nervously across the floor, knowing they were watching me. I walked up to the table and smiled, pulling my pen out of my apron and looking over my shoulder at Piper. She was busy wiping tables and wasn’t paying any attention to me.

  “Hey, guys,” I said. “What can I get for you?”

  “I’ll have a plain black coffee and a plain bagel with cream cheese,” Ben said, looking up at me and smiling.

  “I’ll have the same,” Grant said, handing me back the menu and sliding his hand over mine.

  I nodded and walked back to the counter, letting out a deep breath as I poured their coffees and slid their bagels into the toaster. I sat there tapping my foot, looking into the backsplash, which was a giant mirror. I could see Ben and Grant talking and laughing, looking over at me like I was eye candy. I liked the feeling of knowing they were talking about me, lusting after me. I put the cream cheese on the bagels and loaded up the tray, heading back to their table. I served both of them and brought cream over to the table for them to use. Neither of them wanted it so I took it back to the cooler. When I got back to the table, Ben put his bagel down and wiped his hands, glancing at Grant and then looking up at me.

  “How are you?”

  “I’m good,” I said. “How are you guys?”

  “Anxious,” Grant said, chuckling.

  “Why is that?”

  “What are your plans for tomorrow night, Kylie?” Ben smiled and put his napkin back in his lap.

  “Is there a way I am supposed to answer this?” I was being coy, and I could tell they liked it.

  “That depends on how much of a punishment you want later,” Grant whispered with a mischievous smile.

  At first, I thought about giving them a tough time. I hadn’t spoken to either of them since very early Thursday morning when I’d taken a cab back to my place. However, with Piper around somewhere, I knew I should probably play it safe.

  “I was about to make some plans before you two showed up,” I said. “Piper asked me if I wanted to go to another party on Saturday. It’s supposed to be a real rager. Though, I suppose if someone or multiple someones had something else they would like to offer, I might be inclined to change my mind.”

  “You are asking for it, aren’t you?” Ben smiled and laughed.

  “You know I’m not that easy, unless you bring out the red ribbons,” I whispered.

  “I don’t know, Ben. It sounds like she isn’t all that interested,” Grant said, taunting me. “Maybe we should pick someone else up instead.”

  “You may be right,” Ben replied with a smirk. “She’s really going to miss out on a hell of a time, though. I had everything all packed up for her, just how she likes it.”

  “And I had some serious plans for some chocolates, champagne, and strawberries,” Grant replied also smirking. “I guess we’ll have to find someone else.”

  “Toooo bad,” Ben replied with a laugh he couldn’t keep in any longer.

  “All right, spill it,” I said, leaning on the table. “What are you guys up to?”

  “We just so happened to have booked a room at the nicest hotel in Providence for tomorrow night,” Ben said.

  “Why Providence?”

  “Well, it’s a change of scenery,” Grant said. “And far enough away that no one will catch us.”

  “What do you say? You wanna ditch the rager for a hot night with us?” Ben wiggled his eyebrows.

  I put my hands on my hips and pulled out my notepad, scribbling down a note. These guys were driving me crazy, and it had only been two days. You would think after the number of orgasms I had last time we were together, I would be good for quite a while, but I could feel the heat building between my legs. The idea of sneaking off to another city, being secretive, and spending an entire night in a luxurious hotel with these two was extremely arousing. There was no way I could turn down their offer, even though I knew they were bluffing about finding someone else. I smiled and dropped the paper on the table.

  “Lunch is on me boys,” I said turning and walking away, knowing I had written a note to text me the address and that I would be there.

  I went back behind the counter and continued wrapping up the food from the morning. I glanced up every now and then to check on them and refilled their coffee once, not saying a word as I poured and walked away. I could tell my behavior was driving Grant and Ben absolutely nuts, and I loved it. I watched Grant pull out his phone and type a message, looking up at me as my phone buzzed in my pocket. The message read that I was going to be in big trouble. I smiled and stuck the phone back in my pocket. After about an hour, the two of them nodded at me and walked out the door. I took some money from my pocket and went over to the register, ringing up their food and paying for it. Piper walked over next to me and stood there.

  “So, those are the two guys you’re fucking,” she said, laughing.

  I looked up in shock, not realizing she could hear our conversation earlier. She must have overheard us as she was wiping the counter. My cheeks grew red immediately, and I looked up and around the coffee shop. I didn’t say a word to her, hoping she would let it go, but that was ridiculous. This was Piper
we were talking about here, and she never let anything go. She shifted in her stance and crossed her arms in front of her, looking at me with a smirk.

  “What?” I walked over and started wiping the back counter off.

  “It is them.” She smirked. “Those are the guys you’ve been fu—”

  I covered her mouth and shook my head.

  “Just let it go,” I said.

  “Um, no,” she replied following me back up to the front counter. “You are Miss Secret about everything. No one here gives a shit who you’re screwing. I could yell it from the counter, and no one would care. Watch.”

  “Don’t,” I said, grabbing her arm and pulling her off the counter. “Please, keep it down.”

  Piper’s face went from amused to serious and curious at the same time. She looked me up and down and stood there, obviously waiting for an explanation. I kept cleaning for a minute but knew she wasn’t going to let it go.

  “Why?”

  I turned to her and sighed, tossing the rag on the counter and grabbing her by the arm. I pulled her through the swinging doors into the kitchen and looked around to make sure no one else was there. I turned back to her and let out a sigh.

  “There’s no one else here.” She looked around. “You are acting so weird.”

  “They are both professors at the university,” I admitted. “And not just any professors but my professors.”

  “Oh,” she said. “That’s hot.”

  “Piper, no one can find out,” I said. “They could get fired, and I could get expelled.”

  “Dude, my mind is completely blown,” she said, laughing. “You are fucking two of your very hot, might I add, professors? That is so wild, even for me. Good for you. Get yours.”

  “Piper, please, you have to promise me you aren’t going to tell a soul,” I pleaded. “Not even by using nonspecific names. Like you can’t mention a word about any of this.”