Summer Temptation_A Summertime MFMM Romance

by Lana Hartley

  “Excuse me?”

  I narrow my gaze and furrow my brow, eyes locking with hers with an intensity that said I wasn’t fucking around.

  “Don’t make me tell you again, Grace. Crawl to me. Now.”

  I point down at my feet and then cross my arms over my chest, maintaining that stone-faced resolve that made women’s knees weak.

  “Okay Michael.”

  I shake my head at her and sigh, clearly displeased.

  “No manners? Tsk, tsk. Address me as Sir.”

  She glances at me timidly, nodding her head and I see a hint of a smile creeping up onto her lips, and I return it when she responds.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She gets moves to take off her heels and I shake my head, putting a hand up to stop her.

  “No,” I order. “Leave the heels on.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She smiles demurely and kneels down, then places her hands onto the stone floor and begins to make her way to me, holding eye contact and smirking the whole time.

  “You’re smiling now, but we’ll see how long you keep that up once I get started with you.”

  I hear a breathless sigh escape her lips and she continues to crawl towards me and stops when she reaches my feet, looking up at me through batted lashes.

  I gaze down at her and smile, nodding.

  “Good girl, Grace. Now,” I say, gesturing her upwards with my hand. “Stand up, let me look at you.”

  She rises and looks down at her feet when she reaches standing, but I take her chin and tilt it up so her gaze meets mine.

  “Eyes on me, got it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?” I say sternly, gripping her chin even firmer and tilting it upwards.

  “Yes, Sir,” she corrects herself.

  “That’s better.”

  I release her face from my grasp and stand back a few steps, looking her up and down slowly, drinking her form in.

  The dress she wore is gorgeous, and it hugs in all the right places. The plunging neckline is enough to make me head spin, and my cock twitches in my pants at the thought of peeling it off of her and see what’s underneath.

  “Stay there.”

  I walk around her slowly, eyeing her up and trailing my fingertips along her shoulders and collarbone as I circle her, eliciting a small shudder from her.

  I come around to the front of her and smile at her as I brush her cheek with my thumb, my other hand tracing a finger down between her breasts.

  As I glance down at them I can tell she’s not wearing a bra and I smirk, her nipples hardening and making themselves known through the fabric, betraying her arousal.

  “So turned on already? I’m going to use this body tonight,” I say as I drag my fingers back up and grasp her throat. “And you’re going to serve me for the next week. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she rasps, lips slightly parted.

  “Good girl.”

  I soften my grip on her throat and kiss her softly, then pull away.

  Now,” I say as I walk around behind her again. “Strip. Or rather, I’ll take care of this.”

  I grasp the zipper on the back of her dress and tug it down slowly, revealing inch by inch of creamy skin as my hot breath caresses her neck. I wrap my other arm around her and place it again on her throat, holding her there while I pull the zipper all the way down.

  Once it’s down I try to tug the dress down but it’s stuck, holding onto her skin and you gasp and shiver as I yank it harder, the tape finally letting it go.

  “Double-sided tape? I love it.”

  I haul the dress down over her hips and it pools onto the floor at the bottom of her feet, and I step back, a satisfied hum escaping my lips.

  “Step out of it, and step backwards towards me. Keep the heels on.”

  She nods and steps out of the fabric, carefully stepping backwards towards me until I tell her to stop.

  “Now,” I say, stepping back further and smirking. “Bend over, and pick up the dress. Knees straight, girl.”

  She pauses just a second, but then obliges, bending at the hip and reaching for the fabric. When she’s completely bent over she looks back at me and gives me a cheeky smile before facing forward again as she replies.

  “Can I stand back up, Sir?”

  Her voice is melodic and teasing and it sends a wave of heat through me, and I can’t help the low rumble of a chuckle as I reply.

  “Oh, you’re going to pay for that attitude,” I say, my voice stern full of promise. “But yes, you can stand. Walk the dress over to the bench there and lay it over it.”

  She nods and obediently does as she’s asked, hips swaying as she walks, that perfect ass jiggling just the right amount with every step she takes.

  I follow her and notice her eyeing up the piece of furniture behind her; a large, padded piece in the shape of an ‘x.’

  “That’s called Saint Andrew’s Cross,” I say as I walk up behind her and take a fistful of her hair, tugging gently. “And we’re going to use that first. Turn around.”

  She turns to face me and I smile at her, backing her up against the cross and leaning into her, taking her lips into a hungry kiss. I feel her hands rake up my neck and into my hair and I laugh against her, backing away and holding her there.

  “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

  “No.” Her eyes go wide and she quickly corrects herself, a hint of a smile teasing her features. “No, Sir.”

  “Nice catch. From here on, you’re not to touch me unless given permission, understand?”

  She nods and I raise her hand above her to one of the restraints, smiling as I bind it into place.

  “The same goes for coming,” I whisper into her ear, leaning in to restrain the other arm above her. “You come without permission and, you’ll be punished. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she says in a breathy voice, those big beautiful eyes looking back at my through hooded lids. “I understand.”

  “Good. Usually your legs would be restrained too, but since this is your first time I’ll take it easy on you…for now.”

  I waste no time and kneel down in front of her, her eyes going wide with shock and anticipation as I gaze back up at her with a grin.

  “Remember what I said. No coming without permission.”

  Before she can respond I dive my face into her pussy—which is already wet, much to my delight—and start lapping away.

  She gasps and a sharp intake of breath is all the reprieve I give her before I slide a single finger into her, her head falling back onto the cross with a heavy thud.

  “Fuck,” she hisses, back arching against the padding. “That feels so good, please don’t stop.”

  “Oh, I’m not going to,” I say with a wide grin, still lapping her up. “But you better not come until I say you can.”

  I can feel her body start to shake already as the pleasure builds, and I look up at her and smile even wider when I see her looking back, fighting the urge to come.

  Her lips are parted, a silent ‘o’ shaping them as her chest heaves and she pleads with me.

  I nod and give her permission, diving my face back into her nearly dripping cunt and slide another finger in, pumping in and out.

  She moans as she loses all control and her orgasm overtakes her, and I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, pulling another heady moan from her lips.

  She shudders and whines beneath my touch, and I slow down my tempo, letting the waves of pleasure ebb and wash over her, letting her come down from her high.

  I stand and kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips and she sighs into me, teasingly biting my lip as her arms fight against the restraints.

  “Please,” she begs. “Let me touch you.”

  I shake my head and stand back chuckling, rubbing my hard cock through my pants and watch her bite her lip.

  I undo my trousers and pull my hard cock out, rubbing it in front of her and moan softly, smiling when she tugs at her cuff
s and huffs in frustration.

  I smirk and walk back over to her tapping my hard cock against her and teasing her clit with it, pulling another moan from her.

  Her skin is glistening now and she’s looking at me with those big pleading eyes, how can I resist?

  I kneel slightly and hook my elbows under her knees, hauling her up while her back is supported by the ‘x’ frame.

  “Ready?”

  Without giving her a chance to answer, I curl my fingers into her soaking cunt. She gasps in my ear and I hold her still for a moment, letting her feel every stroke of my fingers inside her.

  I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking. We both want more.

  “Fuuuuuuck,” she moans, closing her eyes and gasping.

  I slide my fingers into her into faster and take a fistful of her hair, tugging gently to expose her collarbone. I suck at her pulse point, feeling her heart pounding in her chest against mine, soft sighs and needy moans escaping her.

  Suddenly she cries out as her back arches, and I feel her pulsating around my fingers, coming again and I growl, biting into her shoulder.

  “I thought I told you no coming without permission, young lady.”

  “I’m sorry,” she gasps, hips still rolling and pussy convulsing on my fingers in time with her shivers. “I couldn’t help it. Sir.”

  I laugh against her skin and continue to stroke her sensitive spots as I whisper into her ear, my hand still gripping her hair.

  “Just for that,” I groan and run the tip of my tongue over her cheek, quickly needing to taste her. “Do I ever have a naughty surprise for you, just you wait.”

  15

  Grace

  If someone told me that I’d be following the orders of three guys in the span of a few weeks, and that one of them was going to make me come against a padded cross while my arms were suspended above my head, I would have called them crazy.

  But, here I am, coming down from my orgasmic high and being helped off of the cross by such a man.

  I sigh and shiver as Michael unbinds me from the cross and massages each of my wrists, gently kissing each one as he brings them down from above my head.

  My legs are still shaky from my orgasm and my knees feel a bit wobbly so I wrap my arms around his neck for support, smiling when he welcomes it. He wraps his arms around my waist and leans into my ear, and I shudder when he speaks, his voice cold and demanding.

  “You came without permission, and now I’m going to punish you for it. Understand?”

  “I’m sorry, I-”

  He leans back and places a finger to my lips, shushing me, and for some reason the grin spreading on his face makes my heart thud in my chest.

  Anticipation, nerves, and lust are all swirling through me, and my head feels like it’s in a heavy fog.

  That’s the grin of a man who has something planned, and if I’m being honest, I can’t wait to find out what it is.

  “See that padded bench over there? That’s where we’re going next.”

  I follow his gaze and look to my left and take a deep breath when I see what he’s looking at. It’s a bench for sure, but not the kind you’d find in the middle of Central Park. Or any park for that matter.

  It has two different ‘seats,’ and both are covered with padded black leather. I’d seen one of these things before on some late night TV show. A spanking bench.

  Fuck.

  My nerves must be apparent because I feel his eyes on me and he laughs, shaking his head.

  “Relax, Grace. You’re going to like this.”

  I furrow my brow in confusion and tilt my head at him, my voice shaky.

  “I thought I was being punished?”

  “Oh,” he chuckles. “You are. But punishments aren’t entirely unpleasant. I think you’ll enjoy this. The contrast between pain and pleasure is amazing.”

  Hell, maybe he’s right. I didn’t think I’d enjoy being so submissive and serving a man, but I was proven wrong. Maybe this will be the same.

  I nod and follow him as he leads me over, and then stop in front of the bench, looking back at him for instruction.

  “Kneel on the bench,” he purrs, nodding to the upper piece. “And then lean over the top, resting your arms there.”

  I do as he says and I can feel his eyes on me once I’m bent over the bench, completely exposed to him. A wave of heat rolls through me when I feel him stand behind me and he runs his hand along my dip, pushing down softly at the dip in my lower back. My nipples brush against the cool leather and I can feel heat pooling in my core, my state of arousal clearly evident already. Or was it still? Who knows.

  “Lean just a bit farther,” he instructs, urging me forward, “there. Good girl.”

  There are those two words again; sending shivers down my spine and making me squirm. Who knew I’d be so into being praised? You learn something new every day, I guess.

  He stands beside me and tilts my chin up to look at him, his eyebrow cocked and a smirk playing across his face.

  “Have you been spanked before? Properly, I mean.”

  “No,” I say, shaking my head. “I haven’t.”

  I yelp and gasp as I feel a swat on my ass out of nowhere, the sting of his hand hot against my skin.

  “No, what?”

  “No Sir.” I correct myself.

  He smiles and nods as he soothes my skin with his palm, massaging it.

  “Well,” he says, “I’m going to spank you until I’ve decided that you’ve learned your lesson. Then,” he adds with a smirk. “If you’re good, I’m going to let you come. If you’re not, I’m going to leave you wet and wanting. Got it?”

  I nod and sigh, a shaky breath escaping my lips as he walks back to behind me and stops.

  I wait in silence for what seems like forever, and then jump slightly when I feel his hand caress my skin, warming me up.

  “Ready?”

  I take a deep breath and nod, my heart pounding and my mind racing.

  Am I going to enjoy this, or hate it? What if I hate it? I don’t want to disappoint him, and my min starts to unravel but before it gets too far, I gasp.

  The sting of his hand against my ass again sends a shiver through me and I sigh, biting my lip.

  He does it again—this time on the other cheek—and I sigh again, closing my eyes and taking another deep breath.

  Before I know it he’s back to the other side, and gives me three in a row, each one stronger than the last. I receive a fourth and whimper, the impact pushing my body forward slightly into the leather, and I move back into position.

  “Good girl,” he coos, rubbing my skin. “Other side now.”

  And just like that he repeats the motion on the other side, the last spank pulling another whimper from me and a shaky breath.

  He was right, this definitely hurts, but holy fuck am I ever loving it. I’m so wet that I’m practically dripping, and I feel the heat in my cheeks when he grabs my ass and spreads it.

  An approving hum comes out of him and he chuckles, sliding a single finger into me, pleasure shooting through me.

  “You’re so fucking wet, Grace,” he said, his other hand giving my ass a slap. “I think you’re enjoying this a lot more than you thought you would.”

  I feel him slide another finger inside of me as his other hand comes down on my ass again, harder this time, and I groan, my legs starting to shake.

  He’s slowly pumping his fingers in and out of me, all the while spanking my ass, alternating sides.

  I can feel pleasure and heat winding up and my knees start to buckle as my head becomes a lust-filled fog.

  Again, already?

  “Fuck,” I sigh, “I’m…can I come, please?”

  “Not yet,” he growls, sliding his fingers out of me.

  I mewl and whimper at the loss of his touch, only to be reprimanded with a harsh swat again.

  I still myself and take another deep breath, steadying and adjusting my posture.

  “Good,” I hear him say with a
low, sensual laugh that sends shivers up my spine. “You’re learning. I suppose that deserves a reward.”

  A reward? Right now all I can think about is how badly I want. I sigh.

  “Please.” I beg, my voice needy.

  Another hard swat, this one coming down hard on my reddened, hot skin and I yelp, correcting myself.

  “Please, Sir.”

  He teases my entrance with himself again, rubbing his cock up and down my cunt, testing my resolve.

  “Please what, Grace?” He asks coldly, “Tell me what you want.”

  I blush and sigh, and my face and neck feel hot, they must be as red as crimson right now.

  Is he really going to make me say it out loud, and beg for it? Why am I enjoying this so much?

  You know what, on second thought, who cares.

  “Please, Sir,” I beg, rocking back against him. “Please let me come.”

  “Well since you asked so nicely.”

  His thumb presses against my clit while the other hand grabs a fistful of my hair again.

  I moan as he works furious circles, picking up his speed now, each spin against my sensitive clit more tantalizing than the last. I can feel myself start to lose control again, and I open my mouth to ask for permission to come but it’s too late.

  My orgasm crashes over me and I moan, legs shaking as he continues to circle my clit, whimpering when he slows and tugs my hair.

  He pulls me up so my back is against his chest and chuckles into my ear, his voice low and heady.

  “Grace,” he scolds. “That’s the second time you’ve come without asking.”

  I feel his hand rake up my front of grab a pert nipple, rolling I between his fingers and pinching as I gasp, still held tightly against him.

  “It looks like you’ve got a lot to learn,” he purred, bending me back over and spanking me, his fingers grazing over my over-sensitized clit enough to make me whimper loudly. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  Well, fuck.

  16

  Grace

  Has something ever felt so good that you just had to take a moment to…bask.

  That’s the word.