Hot Sauce [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations

by Tymber Dalton

  Vanessa was a happy girl now, her orgasm washing over her, those unmistakable sounds rolling from her sweet lips.

  That gave him a thought.

  He changed positions and knelt next to her head while still forcing Reed to keep licking her. Now his spent cock dangled over her mouth. “Open, baby.”

  She did, without even opening her eyes, and he let out a moan as she started licking and sucking him.

  Okay, maybe he did have energy for seconds. He felt his cock start to inflate as he watched Reed’s tongue dart into her pussy, lick and suck on her clit, before fucking her with his tongue again.

  There was something really hot about that sight.

  She was probably into her third orgasm with Reed when Lyle realized he definitely wanted a second go. He pulled Reed out of her pussy.

  “Pool sex,” Lyle declared. “I turned the heater on earlier today. It should be perfect.”

  Reed had to make a stop to clean up in the bathroom and dispose of the condom, but Lyle grabbed Vanessa, slung her over his shoulder, and carried her to the lanai with a hand on her ass.

  “Bring the lube,” he called back to Reed. “And another condom.”

  When he got to the side, he tossed her into the deep end, enjoying her squeals of protest. Then he jumped in with her, glad the pool did, in fact, feel warm enough.

  That would have put a damper on his spirits, much less his erection, to land in cold water.

  He grabbed her, kissing her hard before spinning her around and sliding his cock into her pussy from behind. He flipped onto his back, holding her in place with a hand around her waist and one between her legs, fingering her, making her moan.

  “Gonna keep you primed, and keep my cock primed, baby,” he said.

  Reed emerged from the house, set the items at the edge of the pool, and jumped in. “What’s the plan?”

  Lyle reluctantly withdrew, handing her off to Reed. She wrapped her legs around Reed’s waist, her arms around him, and started to suck face like her life depended on it. Lyle fumbled around between them, found Reed’s rapidly inflating cock, gave him a few tugs to finish the job, and got him lined up with his target.

  Then he swam around behind Reed. “Get in the shallow end.”

  Reed did while Lyle rolled the condom rolled onto his own shaft. With Reed’s ass now exposed, he made quick work of lubing the man up and sliding his cock deep inside him.

  “Oh, you fucker,” Reed gasped.

  “Sweet talking will get you everywhere with me,” Lyle teased. He grabbed Reed’s hips and started fucking him, hard, totally driving now.

  Reed managed to get her over to the stairs, where she could hold on to the edge of the pool and the safety railing for traction. No, Reed wouldn’t likely be able to fuck one out of her like that, but they’d take care of their girl again in a minute, if she was even able to get over.

  He held onto Reed’s shoulders, bending him over, pounding him. “Seems like someone enjoyed fucking my ass a few minutes ago.”

  “Oh, fuck, yeah. You know it.”

  Lyle couldn’t last long this time, either. Reed’s ass felt too damn good. So he opted for force over finesse and banged him like he stole him, finally ramming deep inside him one last time before falling still.

  “That’s it,” Lyle whispered. “Just like that.”

  “Can I finish now?” Reed snarked.

  “Sure.” Lyle pulled out, climbing out and depositing the condom in the garbage before returning to the pool and sitting next to Vanessa. He cradled her against him as Reed fucked her. He kissed her, deeply, pulling moans from her even as Reed quickly finished and filled her with another load of cum.

  Pulling her off the steps, he had Reed support her in the water while he wrapped his arms under her thighs and finished her off with his mouth. Reed stuck two fingers in her mouth to help muffle her cries as she came, and when she tried to push Lyle’s head away, Reed trapped her arms against her body with his arms, freeing Lyle to keep licking and sucking her to one last whimpering orgasm.

  Only then was he content to snuggle close in the water, the three of them gently floating, only their heads exposed in the chilly night air and their arms wrapped around each other.

  “Why don’t we have pool sex more often?” she mumbled. “I love pool sex.”

  “Carlo,” the men replied in unison.

  “Oh, right.” She giggled.

  If they left him inside and attempted pool sex, he’d whine and bark and scratch at the back kitchen door. If they put him in his crate, he would bark because he could hear them.

  If they left him loose, he ran around the pool, whining and nosing them anytime they got close to the edge.

  “I’m glad Jenny dogsat for us tonight,” she said.

  “Me, too,” the men agreed.

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Vanessa would have remembered the date even if Lyle hadn’t surprised her with breakfast in bed while she lay cuddled next to Reed. It was a Sunday, but Reed had blocked the day out and not booked a charter.

  They were now living full-time in her house—their house. The men had sold Lyle’s house because hers was larger and worth more.

  At least, that’s the reason they gave her why they’d decided to sell their house. They hadn’t given her a choice in the matter, settling it for her.

  She suspected the truth was they would never make her give up her home when she’d shared it with Tony.

  She’d finally found the strength at New Year’s to start going through his room again. His pillow and sheets no longer smelled like him, and the clothes hanging in his closet no longer pained her when she thought about the last time she’d seen him wear them.

  She kept a couple of things she could wear, a couple of his shirts, just for her. But she let the rest go.

  They sold his bed and moved her old bed in there as a guest room. She left some of his furniture in there, many of the knickknacks he’d had either getting moved to the master bedroom or the home office-guest room.

  The books and movies, the ones she or the men wanted, she integrated with their other books and movies throughout the house. It took her two days of work and cleansing tears, but she did it and felt better for doing it.

  Tony’s urn sat on a shelf next to the TV, a picture of them and their parents from three years ago next to it. Jenny had taken it for them during Thanksgiving, when their parents had been home for the holidays. Their parents had been standing, Tony in front of them, grinning, and his arms wrapped around her, making her laugh as he’d threatened to tickle her, while Carlo looked up at them all like they were crazy, but he still loved them.

  It was a picture that made her smile, brought her joy every time she looked at it. That made it appropriate to sit there, next to his urn.

  Where she could smile every time she saw it.

  She cracked open an eye and looked at the tray of food Lyle held. “I’m okay. Really.”

  “You’ll be even more okay after some coffee and French toast,” he said.

  “And a round of morning orgasms,” Reed added, his voice still sounding thick with sleep.

  She whimpered, knowing what that meant.

  They didn’t often get to have morning sex because of their schedules. On the rare days that they did, it usually meant she would be impaled between their cocks, her hands clipped behind her back, while whoever was on the bottom and in her pussy used the Hitachi on her and the other reached around her and tormented her nipples while fucking her ass.

  And with her coming like that, it kept their cocks nice and hard, meaning they didn’t stop that until she safeworded. Which sometimes took…a while.

  And morning orgasms meant a lead-off into afternoon orgasms, her wearing a butt plug while they had fun with her, spanking her, edging her, alternating the play until she begged them to make her come.

  Which led to her having to beg them to stop making her come, finally safewording…

  Which led to them repeating morning orgasms,
only with the men switching places.

  Just to be fair.

  She looooved morning orgasm days. They were like little mental holidays from the world, a day guaranteed to keep her in some degree of subspace all day long.

  Before bed, she would take turns giving them blow jobs while the other spanked her and used the Hitachi on her at the same time. It always took the men a while to come that last time…

  Which was sort of the whole point.

  She would finish her day crashed out in a blissful exhaustion and a delightfully sore ass that would last at least a day or two.

  Morning orgasm days rocked.

  “We have something else for you,” Lyle said, setting the tray down on the bed. He picked up a small box from it and handed it to her.

  She sat up and opened it. Inside lay a stainless chain collar with a small padlock and a pink heart-shaped metal tag hanging from it. She turned it over and read the engraving on the back of the tag.

  baby girl

  Owned By

  RH & LB

  Her heart pounded in her chest. She looked up at him. “What does this mean?”

  “It means,” Reed said, sitting up, “that we want to own you as our slave. That when you’re not at work, you shut down your brain and let us take care of you. That you’re more than our baby girl and our submissive. That you belong to us. It’s the closest thing we can offer you to marriage.”

  Reed reached out and gently cupped her cheek. “I know it’s a case of semantics, because you pretty much do all of that anyway, but we want to formalize it, and add a couple of rules, for which there will be consequences if they’re not followed.”

  Despite her heart racing, she nodded. She did want this, had craved a deeper level of control from them but hadn’t known how to ask for it or if it could even be reasonably integrated into their schedule. “Yes, Sir.”

  He smiled. “That’s one of them. That, from now on, you always address us as Sir, at home or out. Failure to do so will be a hard stroke, from a cane, one for each infraction.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He leaned in and kissed her. “Oh, baby girl, you have no idea what that does to me.”

  “Another rule,” Lyle said, “is panties are now officially a privilege, not a right at home. Unless you’re at work, sick, or on your period, you don’t wear panties without permission. We catch you wearing panties and you didn’t ask one of us for permission first, it’s five cane strokes.”

  She swallowed again. “Yes, Sir.”

  Reed continued. “If you ask one of us for permission for something and we say no, that’s the answer. We will compare notes. If you ask one of us and we say no and then come to the other one? That’s ten cane strokes.”

  She nodded. “Yes, Sir.” That wasn’t something she’d ever done, but they’d never said no to anything, either.

  Then again, she’d never really needed to ask before.

  “No masturbating,” Lyle said. “Unless you have permission. That’s ten.”

  “And,” Reed added, “there will be times we edge you, maybe even over several days, just to keep you horny because we want to be a little sadistic. You don’t get to safeword for that. If you want to be our slave, you will accept that we now control your orgasms. You can only safeword for orgasms if it’s too intense, or becomes painful, not because you’re horny and want to come.”

  Her throat went dry. “Yes, Sir. What about safewording for pain?”

  Their expressions softened. “Baby,” Reed said, “you can always safeword for the bad kind of pain. Always. And we will still respect your other hard limits. But if you safeword during punishment, it doesn’t end the punishment, it only delays it. You will still get all your cane strokes that you earned, plus an extra for the delay.”

  “What about during play?”

  “That’s different,” Lyle said. “Safewording during play will always be honored. But before now, you’ve never had real punishment, just funishment.”

  He walked over to their closet and pulled a cane out of the tube, showing it to her. “And if you want to accept our collar, you need to first take ten hard cane strokes from us now, five each. Hard, as in the kind you’d get for punishment.”

  She felt a chill. “Why, Sir?”

  “Because before you can agree to be our slave, you need to see what we mean by punishment. Of course if you say no, you’re still our submissive, still our baby girl, still the love of our lives and our partner. But if you want to be our slave, you have to understand the full package.”

  “What other rules will there be? You won’t like order me to play with anyone, or order that I have to accept you playing with someone else, will you?”

  “No!” they both said. “None of our relationship stuff like that changes,” Reed assured her. “None of it. Your hard limits still remain. Just like work, that’s all outside of this. That’s all as equals. However, if you want to play with someone, and you ask us and we say no, that’s it. No pouting, no whining. Understand?”

  She didn’t often play with others, so that was an easy term to agree to. A few times with Kel and Scrye with suspension, and with Leah with a singletail. Never sensually, either. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Work will still be off-limits,” Lyle said. “But there might be times we tell you that you’d better come home from work with a butt plug, and if it’s not there, you’ll get punished.”

  “Or,” Reed said, “we might make you spend a day off running errands while wearing one. Or a vibrating egg in your pussy. Or I might take you out on the boat with me and you’ll be wearing a butt plug all day.”

  “Then I’ll probably need panties for that,” she snarked. “But yes, Sir.”

  “And you’ll start every day with five hard swats from a paddle,” Reed said. “Which Lyle will probably end up giving you most mornings, but you’ll have a morning ritual of getting the paddle and presenting it and asking for them. You don’t get to safeword for it, either. If something’s happening and we don’t have time, we’ll delay it until that evening. If you forget, it’s twenty swats with it when we catch up to doing it.”

  She wasn’t surprised to feel her clit throbbing in anticipation of that. “Yes, Sir,” she softly said, feeling subspace rapidly creeping in.

  “Do you want to know why?” Reed asked.

  “Why, Sir?”

  Lyle leaned in. “Because,” he said, “it will be a reminder to you who owns you, who protects you, who takes care of you, who loves you. When you sit in the car on the way to work, or whatever is happening that day, you’ll immediately be thinking about us.”

  “And when you’re home,” Reed said, “if we want a blowjob or we want to use our sweet slave, we will. Safewording will be allowed for that if you’re sick or on your period, though. But if you’re not sick or on your period, you might get bent over the counter and fucked whether you want it right then or not.”

  “Or put on your knees in front of the couch after dinner to give us blowjobs,” Lyle said. “Or bent over our laps and spanked with our bare hands, just because we want to.”

  “Or we might just borrow one of those bondage frames from Max and Sean, tie you to it, and spend the night using every sweet hole you have,” Reed finished.

  She was already wet. She felt it. She also knew these two men could be trusted to ease her into that new dynamic, not break her, but slowly, gently reshape her in all the good ways.

  “Are you wet, baby girl?” Lyle asked.

  Her face heated. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Spread your legs,” Reed ordered.

  She didn’t even think about hesitating.

  He reached between her thighs, two fingers easily sliding inside her and making her softly moan. “Very wet,” Reed said. He pulled them out and her lips opened automatically. She knew the rule—they who made the mess cleaned it up.

  And it was just as hot watching the men do it to each other.

  “Good girl,” both men cooed as she sucked her
juices from Reed’s fingers.

  Lyle took the box from her. “Breakfast, then this. Your food will get cold.”

  She wasn’t sure she could eat, now that she was hornier than hell, but she managed it.

  After breakfast and giving her a chance to use the bathroom, the men stood waiting by the bed. They each held a rattan cane.

  The open box holding the collar lay on the bed.

  And the large oak paddle they had lay on the bed, too.

  “If you still want this,” Lyle said, “if you really want to be our slave, then you need to kneel, ask for our collar, and ask us for the cane strokes.”

  Both their cocks were hard, which only made her wetter.

  She sank to her knees. “Please, Sirs. I want to be your slave. I want to wear your collar, and I want you to give me your cane strokes.”

  “That’s the paddle that will be used on you every morning,” Reed said. “You must always know where it is, and you will always present it in the morning to one of us and ask us for your paddle strokes. Including this morning. We’ll do it first now, before the cane strokes.”

  “The proper way to present it,” Lyle said, “is to get it, bring it to us, drop to your knees, and say, ‘I need my Sir to please give me my morning paddling to remind me who owns me,’ while holding it up to us.”

  Reed nodded his head toward the paddle.

  She stood, picked it up, returned to her previous place, and held it up to them with both hands. “I need my Sir to please give me my morning paddling to remind me who owns me.”

  “Fuck,” both of them whispered.

  “Okay,” Reed said, “that’s even hotter than I thought it’d be.” He took the paddle from her. “Get on your hands and knees,” he said. “Some mornings, we might have you bend over the bed, or the counter, or where we say, but it will always be over a bare ass.”

  She dropped to all fours and waited.

  Reed stepped behind her. “I get to do this today since I won’t get to do it very often. These will sting. Ready?”