Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2)

by Julie Shelton

  Her neck and back arched, thrusting her breasts forward into Caleb’s and Ash’s waiting hands. As they plumped and kneaded her generous flesh, pinching and twisting and tugging on her nipples, they were also busy dropping gentle kisses on her closed eyes, down the curves of her cheeks, along her jawline. Then on her lips, first Ash, then Caleb, back and forth between the two of them.

  The breath shivered from her lungs. Pleasure shimmered through her entire body from every contact point as Simon finger-fucked her, suckling and nibbling her clit, building her orgasm until her body seized in an explosion that ripped her apart with pleasure. Her scream echoed around them as they kept the pleasure going through continual gentle touches, kisses, and dirty words whispered into her ear.

  ‘That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Ash murmured as her body continued to spasm. “Take your pleasure. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous when you come like that. I can’t wait to fuck your little cunt and feel all those grippin’ muscles milkin’ the cum outta my cock.”

  When her body finally slumped in satiation, Simon backed away, his fingers departing from her cunt with a slurping sound. “Okay, darlin’, that’ll have to hold you for a while.”

  Huh? What? Lifting her head with effort, she just stared at him, confused, watching as he emptied the basin full of soapy, hairy water into the toilet, then rinsed it out as Ash patted her dry.

  Caleb picked her up from the counter and carried her limp body out into the bedroom. He held her while Simon and Ash undressed, ripping their shirts off, shoving their jeans down their legs, stepping out of them and their boots at the same time.

  Kylie’s first glimpse of Simon’s cock evaporated all the moisture in her mouth. Oh, my God! As she stared at it, her tongue came out in an attempt to moisten her lips. His cock was thick and wide, heavily-veined, and nearly purple with engorged blood. His scrotal sac hung below the even thicker base like ripe fruit hanging from a tree limb. White pre-cum oozed from the tip, like ice cream melting down the outside of a cone. She wanted to lap it up. Her eyes moved up over his flat stomach, the bumpy landscape of his abs to his prominent pecs. The slashing scar angling down his ribcage was a shock. As was the solid gold ring through his right nipple. Holy shit! Simon Rafferty, with his powerful build, his roguish two-day growth of beard, and his nipple ring, was stunning. An undeniable work of art.

  He crawled onto the bed, arranged the pillows against the slatted headboard and sat down, leaning back against the pillows. He spread his feet outward and bent his knees letting them fall open. His cock rose straight up like a flag pole.

  He was completely hairless, leaving Kylie to wonder if he shaved himself down there. Or did he wax? A shiver ran through her as she tried to imagine waxing that tender area. Holy shit that must hurt like a son-of-a-bitch!

  The moisture came flooding back to Kylie’s mouth, forcing her to swallow. She’d never seen a man’s cock before except in the photos on the websites she’d studied earlier. It had always been dark when Brad had had sex with her, almost as if he didn’t want to look at her. So she’d never seen his cock. But she had felt it and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it paled in comparison with Ash’s and Simon’s cocks. Just the thought of taking something that big inside her was daunting, to say the least.

  Ash walked around to the far side of the bed and stood at Simon’s right foot, facing sideways. His cock was identical to Simon’s. He was holding it in his hand, slowly stroking it up and down.

  Holy fuck! He’s pleasuring himself! For all of us to watch! Kylie’s mouth went dry again. That was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen! Forcing herself to tear her gaze away from the lascivious sight, she let it wander upward. The gold nipple ring through Ash’s left nipple was the mirror image of Simon’s. Fuck, these men were hot! Wide shoulders, broad chests with a dusting of crisp, curly black hairs, six-pack abs, flat bellies, prominent v-cuts. Their muscular arms, also dusted with black hairs, were corded with heavy veins, their thighs powerful, their skin deeply tanned.

  She licked her lips. She wanted to touch them, wanted to warm herself in the heat of their bodies, wanted to taste every inch of their bronze satin skin, and inhale their rich, earthy scents. It was not lost upon her that these were all things that, up to this point in her life, she’d never even considered wanting to do to a man. Any man. For the first time in her twenty-eight years, she found herself desperately wanting to taste a man’s cock. She wanted to lick it like a lollipop and take it inside her mouth and feel its power as cum surged through it and burst from the tip against the back of her throat. Holy fuck! Where had that vision come from?

  From those naughty websites, you pervert. Where do you think? These men are going to turn your life upside down. Alter your very perception of who you are and what you want from life! Are you sure you’re ready for that? Because if you’re not, now is the time to say so.

  Kylie was silent as Caleb maneuvered her around and placed her on the bed between Simon’s legs, with her back to his front. Simon reached forward and put his hands beneath her arms, pulling her backward, up onto his lap, his rigid cock aligned with her ass crack. She wiggled her hips, feeling her ass cheeks part around him, nestling him between them. He pulled her torso back against his chest. Her body was a sponge, soaking up the heat emanating from his skin, luxuriating in his different textures, the crisp roughness of his chest hairs against her back, the silken smoothness of his skin. “Hands over your head, darlin’. Grab the bars in the headboard and don’t let go.”

  Biting her lip, Kylie lifted her arms up and clasped her hands around two of the wooden slats, a move which arched her back and thrust her breasts forward. It was such a lascivious position, it sent her belly plummeting and juice gushing from her pussy, which was still tingling from the orgasm she’d just been given.

  With a low groan, Simon closed his hands over those luscious breasts, dragging his palms across her pebbled nipples, sending little mewls of pleasure shuddering from her throat. He couldn’t prevent another groan. “Christ, darlin’, you are so gorgeous! And so fuckin’ responsive!” He tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry, as parched as the Mojave Desert. His chest felt as if an iron band was being tightened around it.

  He watched her eyes drift shut. She arched her back, grinding her breasts hard against his hands, seeking more of the pleasure he was giving her. He squeezed and plumped and kneaded the pillowy flesh, all the while taking his lips and tongue on an excursion up the sweep of her neck, around the sensitive whorl of her ear, making her shiver and giggle and throw her head back against him. But his favorite spot was the graceful curve where her neck met her shoulder. The skin there was so smooth, he couldn’t resist giving it a little bite, making her cry out before soothing it with sweeps of his tongue. When he lifted his head to look at it, he was pleased to note that he’d left his mark.

  Kylie felt the mattress dip and opened her eyes to see Ash crawling up the center of the mattress, a roguish grin on his face. He stopped at her feet. Without volition, her legs parted and he crawled between them and sat on his heels. As if he couldn’t help himself, his hand lifted toward her. “What a beautiful little pussy,” he said admiringly, rubbing the tip of his forefinger up and down her labia. “All pink and swollen and shiny, ready for cock.” His fingers began dancing up and down her cleft, toying with her clit, teasing the entrance to her vagina.

  Then Caleb stepped up to the bed, taking the spot Ash had vacated.

  Oh. My. God! Kylie’s heart stopped beating and the breath died in her lungs. Muscular, powerful, perfectly proportioned, Caleb Rafferty was magnificent! A prime example of pure, primitive alpha male. In another life, another time he would have been a gladiator or a Spartan, possibly even Leonidas himself. Now that he was naked, Kylie could see why she thought of him as bigger than his brothers. He was bigger than his brothers with a raw, barbaric edge they simply didn’t have, although they were certainly no slouches in the barbaric edge department. The entire left side of Caleb’s chest, should
er and upper arm were covered with a primitive, black, tribal tattoo, full of swirls and sharp, blade-like points. From the looks of it, it most likely continued down his back and across his left shoulder blade.

  Her eyes roamed over his powerful chest, the muscles rippling in his arms and belly as he slid toward her on his knees, the deep definition of his abs, his taut belly, his v-cut, his—she gasped out loud. Her hands flew to her mouth.

  Oh.

  My.

  God!

  His penis is pierced!

  The piercing was a thick, stainless steel, curved barbell that entered through the tip of his flared cock head beside the urethral opening, and exited through the trench separating the head from the shaft. The two ends were capped by stainless steel balls.

  “Oh, my God,” she whispered, her voice muffled by her hands still covering her mouth. “I’ve never—that looks—did it hurt?”

  “Like a son-of-a-bitch,” Caleb grinned. ‘But if it increases your pleasure, then it was totally worth it.” He put his hand beneath his cock and waggled it up and down in a lascivious gesture. “Like what you see, sugar?”

  She just nodded, still staring at it, mesmerized by the sight of that shiny steel ring. And by the fact that Caleb’s cock was really, really thick. His skin was a deep, mottled purple, except for the shiny head, which was red and almost angry looking.

  “Good. Because it’s going to be inside you very soon.” He lifted his glance to Simon, evidently a signal, because Simon curled his upper body forward, a move which also curved Kylie forward. He slid his hands beneath her knees, lifting them up and out, opening her up to Ash’s rapt gaze as he knelt at the foot of the bed, waiting for just this move.

  “It’s not going to fit,” she gasped, biting her lip. “None of them are going to fit.”

  Caleb just smiled. “I promise they will.”

  “Put your hands back on the headboard, darlin’,” Simon ordered, his mouth against her neck, his tongue busy licking the faint bite mark he’d left earlier.

  She complied. “Sorry I let go earlier.”

  “I know you are, darlin’. There will, however, be consequences.”

  “What?” She would have jerked around to look at him, but his hands gripping her breasts kept her firmly in place. “What are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about the first duty of a submissive.”

  Oh, crap. She bit her lip.

  “And that would be…”he prompted when she failed to respond.

  “Um, to obey?”

  “Exactly. And did you?”

  She swallowed. Hard. “I forgot.”

  “You have earned a punishment,” Simon informed her. “And you can rest assured that we will not forget. There is nothing wrong with our memories.”

  Holy shit.

  Caleb watched her closely as the knowledge that she was about to be punished crept across her face. His heart stuttered. He loved that look on a sub’s face. Anxiety mixed with equal amounts of anticipation. Kylie Ferrell might have lingering doubts, but he had none. She was a true submissive and he could hardly wait to watch her grow and blossom under their loving discipline. The slow, measured rhythm of his hand up and down his cock matched the rhythm of Ash’s hand up and down his own. “Ash will be the first to take you. Then Simon, then me. I will go last because I’ll need the extra lubrication they leave behind. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m just a little bit bigger than they are.”

  “Trust me. I noticed.”

  Ash rose up on his knees and shuffled forward, still gripping his cock in one hand. He stopped mere inches in front of her and lowered it toward her slit, touching the flared head to her wet skin, sliding it up and down, coating himself in her slick syrup. She watched, lids drooping, fascinated by the lascivious sight. He took his time, using both his cock and his fingers to prepare her, to build her arousal until she was writhing and trembling, right on the cusp of what was going to be an explosive climax. Then, when he had her hovering on the brink, he withdrew his touch.

  “Oh, God! No! Please, please.” Kylie’s wail was pure frustration as her entire body shuddered with her receding orgasm. “Please let me come,” she moaned, bucking her hips upward, seeking Ash’s touch—anybody’s touch.

  Ash chuckled. “Oh, baby, you’re gonna come all right. But not until I get inside you.” He leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of her waist, walking them up the mattress until he was looming over her, looking down at her like he wanted to devour her. He bent his head and kissed her. “I am gonna fuck you, baby.” Another kiss. “I am going to put my cock”—kiss—“inside that sweet”—kiss—“juicy”—kiss—“cunt and I am going to fuck you.” Kiss. “And you’re gonna come so”—kiss—“damn”—kiss—“hard.” Lifting his head a fraction of an inch, he held her gaze captive until she felt like she was drowning in the fathomless depths of his eyes.

  “Ash…” It was a whisper, wrenched from the depths of her throat.

  “Do you want that, my love? Do you want my cock?”

  Her eyes darkened. “Yes, Ash, please.”

  “Tell me. Tell me how much you want my cock. How much you want it fucking you.”

  She couldn’t speak through the tears thickening her throat. The words were so dirty. So raw. Yet they reached inside her, probing deeper and deeper into her soul, seeking out her most secret hungers and needs. Needs that, if she were honest with herself, had always been there, hidden deep inside her, unacknowledged, unexplored, unrecognized. All she had to do was to accept their existence. To claim them as part of who and what she was. To allow these three men to free her from everything that was holding her back.

  “Yesss.” It was a hiss at the end of a long, exhaled breath. “I do want that. I want your cock inside me, fucking me.” She looked up at him, her tear-filled eyes pleading, dark with lust. “Please fuck me, Ash. Then I want Simon to fuck me. Then Caleb.”

  “You belong to us.”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it, Kylie.”

  “I belong to you, Ash. To you and Simon and Caleb.”

  Something twisted inside his chest. Christ, he loved this woman. She was the one for them, all right. The one they had been waiting for all their lives. How that could be possible after knowing her for less than a day, he had no idea. He looked up to see Simon staring at him over Kylie’s shoulder. Turned his head to meet Caleb’s gaze as well.

  Simon placed his mouth against Kylie’s ear. “You’re mine,” he whispered.

  “Yes, Simon, I’m yours.”

  Caleb bent at the waist and placed his hands flat on the mattress, leaning forward until his face was mere inches in front of hers. “And mine.”

  She gulped as her eyes lifted to meet his, tumbling into their swirling depths. Caleb. Simon. Ash. Her warriors. Her untamed, primitive savages. “Yes, Caleb, I’m yours.”

  All three men closed their eyes, swallowing their groans. The power of those simple words ravished their hearts like nothing ever had in their entire lives. They had found their woman. Their lifetime sub.

  Ash grabbed his cock with his right hand and guided it to the opening of her vagina, slowly penetrating her just as far as the trench at the base of his flared cock head. She let out a gasp at the burning sensation in her tissues as they stretched to accommodate his girth.

  Simon took his hands from beneath her knees and looped his arms around her thighs to give her the additional support she was going to need to withstand not only Ash’s entry, but also the force of his thrusts and the cataclysm of her own climax when he delivered it to her.

  Kylie’s eyes closed and the breath shuddered from her lungs. She was so close…so close.

  As Ash flexed his hips and began to push into her, she compressed her lips between her teeth, arching her back against Simon’s chest and letting out a low moan. A moan that was echoed by all three of her men as they watched Ash’s cock slowly disappear into Kylie’s sheath. God, he was so big, stretching her, filling her full…so ful
l. Oh, my God. “Ash!”

  It was a cry ripped from her throat and it ravished his heart. He was about to lose his control and come before he was even all the way inside her. It took every bit of effort he was capable of, but he managed to pause, giving her body a chance to adjust to his girth. He could feel the deep, liquid pull of her muscles as they rippled and flexed around him, nearly pulling him over the edge. He withdrew slightly, waiting until her hips lifted, unconsciously seeking his full penetration. This time it was a low, guttural groan that ripped from her throat as he sank into her another inch. “Jesus, Kylie, you’re so goddamn tight!”

  “You gonna need some lube?” Caleb asked, watching his progress closely.

  “Nah, we’re good. She’s plenty slippery, just really, really tight.” Ash pulled back out and penetrated an inch at a time until his balls tapped against her ass. He fell forward, placing his hands on either side of her waist where she lay back against Simon. Still on his knees, Ash held himself against her, pressing his hips into the cradle of her thighs.

  The entire room seemed to let out a sigh as Ash pressed his forehead against Kylie’s. Both of them struggled to catch their breath. “Jesus, baby, you’re squeezin’ me so good. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  She just moaned and shook her head.

  “You’re grippin’ me like a fist. Christ! I’m so fuckin’ close I’m afraid to move.”

  “Please move, Ash. I need this, more than you’ll ever know. I need you to move inside me. I need you to fuck me. Now. Right now!”

  Pupils so dilated his eyes appeared black, Ash raised his head and claimed her mouth in a kiss that was at once gentle and savage with need. At the same time he pulled his hips back, withdrawing from her in a slow, smooth glide. After a slight pause, he pushed back inside her with a little more force, making her inhale on a sharp suck of air. “Touch me, baby,” he begged.