by Zara Chase
She nodded, her eyes suddenly too large for the face that housed them.
“What with you being so vocal when you get what you want, darling, we decided a little peace and quiet would be in order,” Kent said.
“We’re going to whip your backside first,” Jared told her. “Not to hurt you but to give us pleasure. And we’re going to use this. It’s a Japanese flogger and the multiple thongs spread the sting so it’s bearable and quickly becomes pleasurable, provided you embrace the pain and don’t fight against it. It’s a good implement to use on beginners. We’ll work up to much stronger stuff once you get used to it. But all you need to remember is to control your breathing and go with the pain. Think you can do that for us?”
She nodded.
“Okay, Naomi, come with us.” Jared took her hand and led her across the room. “This is a spanking bench. You need to lay across it with your tits dangling on one side and your cute arse exposed for us on the other.”
He didn’t need to tell her twice. Before he had even finished speaking, she had got into position, backside raised slightly in the air in anticipation.
“Just one thing I forgot to mention,” Jared said softly from behind her, sliding a lubed finger into her anus. “We’re going to distend your backside with a plug while you’re being whipped. Get you ready for my cock later,” he said, leaning forward to kiss and then nip at first one shoulder blade and then the other. “Yes, that’s right, baby. When we’ve finished chastising you, you’re going to let me fuck your arse, while you give Kent head. Only one activity is prohibited. You’re being punished so your role is to give us pleasure and under no circumstances are you to come yourself.”
A muffled protest sounded around the gag, causing Jared and Kent to exchange a grin. She was so turned on, she’d probably be able to make herself come just by rubbing her thighs together. Heaven help her if she tried it. No one got to come in this dungeon without Jared or Kent’s particular say so, or without the expectation of severe repercussions.
“You brought this on yourself, sweet thing,” Jared told her, rolling his tongue down her spinal column as he deftly added a second finger to the first. “Yeah, you like me playing with your arse, don’t you?”
He removed his fingers and carefully inserted the plug, pushing it in as far as he considered to be safe. Kent had taken up a position beneath the bench, distracting her by gently agitating the chains attached to the various clamps. Jared rested the thongs of the flogger on her backside, getting her used to the feel of them.
“Ready?”
Her head moved so he took that to be a yes and brought the flogger down as lightly as he could over the rosy globes of her arse. She flinched, probably tugging at the clamps in the process, which was the point. The reaction would fire all her nerve endings and she was sufficiently aroused for that reaction to be pleasurable.
Jared’s second blow was harder and the sound of the thongs making contact with her skin was sharp in the otherwise quiet room. She gurgled around the gag but there were no signs of distress that Jared could detect.
“Better than the feeling you got when I used my hand, eh?”
Another nod.
“Shit, Naomi, don’t let me hurt you, darling. You’re taking to this so naturally that I might get carried away. Can you take it a little harder? It would give me a great deal of pleasure if you can. I really get off on flogging you, but it’s your call.”
She nodded again and so Jared obliged. Then again. And then harder still. His arm ached from the amount of force he was using but Naomi was taking it like an old hand, rolling with the pain, letting it chase through her body until it roused her pleasure took over, and clearly loving it. Kent, beneath her partly to gauge the reaction on her face, would have told him had it been otherwise. So, too, would Naomi’s body. He’d spanked enough women in his time to know when they weren’t enjoying it, and Naomi wasn’t giving out any negative vibes.
“She’s had enough for now, Jared,” Kent said, emerging from beneath her after Jared had administered a few more blows.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
He threw the flogger aside and helped Naomi to her feet. She stumbled, but otherwise seemed fine with what she’d just taken.
“You okay, darling?”
She nodded, dark flames of desire dancing in the depths of her eyes.
“Well, you were a good girl and made Kent and me very happy. But we’re still cross with you, so you don’t get to come yet a while.” He chuckled at her aggrieved expression. “Our game, our rules, baby,” he reminded her, wagging a finger beneath her nose. “I already told you, I’m gonna fuck your backside and you’re gonna swallow Kent’s cock.” He stood behind her and squeezed her shoulders, tilting her backward so her body rested against his, wondering how long she could hold off the orgasm that had to be building inside of her by the second. He and Kent had made sure of that. The best way to get someone as rebellious as Naomi to do something was to forbid her to do it. “Yeah, I know, life ain’t fair. But you have to consider things from our perspective. How many orgasms did we give you between us yesterday?”
“She managed just two with me,” Kent said, grinning. “But I figured there was plenty more where that came from.”
“And four with me just hours before, plus she masturbated at least once that I know about.” Jared pulled a disapproving face. “Now, that’s just plain greedy, and it’s time to redress the balance.”
* * * *
Bring it on, Naomi thought, conscious of the stinging sensation still playing through her buttocks. Who knew pain could be so rewarding?
Naomi instinctively flexed her jaw when Kent released the ball gag. She was still wearing the complicated arrangement of clamps and the tarty boots and was especially conscious of the plug warming her butt. She’d gotten used to it quicker than she would have thought possible and it only felt mildly intrusive now. Still, a small plug was one thing, but now Jared intended to replace it with his cock, which was an entirely different matter. She glanced at him, standing in the periphery of her vision, and struggled not to gasp with a combination of appreciation and dismay. She would defy any female with a pulse not to appreciate such a fine display of masculinity. His erection was impressively thick, pulsating, reaching way up his belly, and a blue vein stood proud along its massive length. The dismay came because she’d never be able to take all that! Well, not where he intended to deposit it.
“Don’t worry, darling,” he said softly. “We know what we’re doing.”
How did he always seem to know what she was thinking, or when she needed reassurance? But did she feel reassured by his persuasive words? She had no doubt he did know what he was doing, but what if she really couldn’t accommodate him and he ended up disappointed? No, that couldn’t be allowed to happen, she decided, calling on the courage that had seen her survive the jungle otherwise known as the modelling industry. She could do this.
She absolutely could.
Kent sat on the end of the bed, spread his legs wide and rested his weight on his muscled arms stretched out behind him. His cock was just as erect as Jared’s, twitching, pulsating, a drop of pre-cum seeping from its smooth head. Kent obviously noticed her eyeing it and flashed a glamorous smile as he grabbed it at its base and offered it up to her.
“Hope you know how to open your throat, darling,” he said. “Because this baby’s gonna need all the space you can make for it.”
“On your knees, Naomi, between Kent’s thighs,” Jared said curtly. “And then stick your backside up so I can get to you. Brace your weight on your arms on the edge of the bed, either side of Kent.”
God, it was a turn-on, being told what to do! Having two such hot, glamorous, self-assured guys looking to her to get their rocks off. Well aware they could take their pick from half the female population of England—make that the universe—Naomi felt ridiculously privileged to wear their collar.
Even so, she was unsure what Jared had meant when he’d sa
id she could wear it indefinitely, inside the house or outside, and implied her lessons with them could go on indefinitely, if that was what she wanted. That made no sense. They were well aware that once they’d finalized Saul’s business, she had a life to get back to.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. She wasn’t accepting any more modelling assignments, even though her agent had been inundated with requests for her services since Saul had died. Heartless organizations trying to cash in on his fame posthumously, just as so many people had tried to cling to his coat tails when he was alive. I don’t think so.
She had assumed she would return home to the States when she had settled Saul’s affairs and do…do what?
Thoughts of Saul and her own uncertain future momentarily spoiled the mood, so she pushed them aside and gave her full attention to what she was about to do. If she agreed to do it, that is. Doubts in that respect had once again surfaced. It was a huge step for her. Would she really let Jared fuck her ass, or say she wasn’t ready to go that far? He seemed really keyed up, obviously enjoyed ass-fucking, and disappointing him really wasn’t an option. He would look after her. He’d already explained that he and Kent, as Doms, had a duty of care and they clearly took their responsibilities seriously. They were right to say she’d been more than a little greedy the day before. It was payback time.
She dutifully lowered herself into position between Kent’s thighs. His cock sprang a little higher when her face was up close, bashing against her nose.
“See what you’re doing to me,” he said, laughing as he slipped its tip between her lips. “You have a lot to answer for, lady.”
Naomi teased its head with the tip of her tongue, sliding it between his slit and lapping up the salty pre-cum that seeped out. Kent groaned as she slowly, deliberately licked him from tip to balls, and then back again, enjoying the devastatingly erotic taste that filled her mouth and drugged her senses. She stalled, almost biting the most precious part of Kent’s anatomy, when she felt Jared kneel behind her, his hard body a hot prison over hers as he slowly removed the plug.
“There you go, darling,” he said softly. “I know you were getting used to it, but there’s way better to come.”
She felt several of his fingers replace the plug. They slid in easily and she felt none of the tight, stinging sensation she had previously experienced. At the same time Kent tugged at the chain connecting the nipple clamps, sending shock waves of painful pleasure streaking through her, making her moan around his cock. Distraction, she thought. These guys were a well-oiled team and knew precisely how to fire her up, even though this wasn’t supposed to be for her. Kent wanted her not to think too much about what Jared was doing, and it was working just fine. She sucked him deeper, then let him go again and applied her tongue to one of his testicles, lapping at the sensitized sac, tugging at the hairs on it with her teeth.
“Shit, darling, that feels good! Take my cock back in your mouth and open your throat for me,” Kent ordered, thrusting deeper the moment she complied.
“That’s it, baby,” Jared said from behind her, his voice an elongated sigh. “That’s the tip of my cock you’ve just taken up your arse without even flinching. You like that? Hmm, I can tell you do. It feels sooo good. Told you it would. Now I’m going to go just a little deeper, sweetheart. Got to be careful. No, don’t move. You concentrate on feeding off Kent’s cock and let me do the work here.”
Naomi opened her throat as instructed and sucked Kent deep, as deep as she could, aware that her body was rapidly going into meltdown. What Jared was doing to her ass was one massive turn-on. She thought only men got off on anal sex. What had she been missing? The feel was exquisite, the guys’ diminishing control over their own reactions—the first evidence she’d seen of it as they grunted, groaned and perspired their way toward their ultimate reward—fuelling her own desire. She’d held back the orgasm that tested her restraint to the limit when they’d flogged her, but there was zero chance she’d be able to do so again this time. What was the worst that could happen if she came against their instructions? It might be fun finding out.
As though sensing her painful indecision, Jared tugged on her clamped labia, slid a couple of fingers inside her cunt and buried a little more of his massive cock up her ass.
“That’s it, babe,” Kent said, his voice an anguished groan. “Keep right on doing that and I’m gonna fuck your face like there’s no tomorrow.”
His words and Jared’s actions were too much for Naomi. She was on fire with need and simply couldn’t hold back. Her pulse skittered in her veins as turbulent heat flooded her body and glorious pleasure hovering tantalizingly just out of reach. She removed one hand from the bed, squeezed Kent’s balls with it and sucked him harder.
“Fuck it!” he yelled, bucking his hips toward her face as a stream of hot sperm hit the back of her throat. It kept right on coming, flooding her mouth faster than she could swallow it.
Kent fell backward on the bed with a grunt of contentment, pulling his cock out of her mouth and leaving her to concentrate on what Jared was doing to her. Or so she thought, until she felt one of the clamps being removed from her tits and replaced with Kent’s lips. Lips that bit rather than sucked. The pleasure was too much. The feel of his teeth on her already sensitized nipple, Jared’s cock doing wonderful things to her backside, would be beyond any woman’s capabilities to resist.
“Guys, I can’t…I’m going to—”
“No you’re not.” Jared slapped her sore butt hard on an outward stroke. “No one gave you permission.”
“Can’t help it. It’s too much.”
Someone’s fingers were back inside of her—at least four fingers by the feel of it, and Jared was riding her ass like a man with a point to prove. Fire lanced through her veins as her orgasm exploded with volcanic ferocity. She screamed Jared’s name, begging him to fuck her harder. Then she implored Kent to delve deeper with his fingers. They both obliged her. Jared also swore as hot sperm shot into her ass. It reignited the dying embers of her orgasm and she came again.
Was life allowed to be this good, she wondered, on sensory overload as she rode the endless tide of orgasmic waves until her body finally stopped thrumming.
* * * *
“She’s out of it,” Kent said, smiling at Naomi who had collapsed on her back on the bed the moment she’d found the strength to move from the floor.
Jared pushed her onto her side and gently wiped her clean, while Kent removed all the clamps and the boots, leaving her naked but for their diamond collar.
The guys sat on either side of her as she dozed, leaning against the headboard, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she slept.
“Do you think we pushed her too far?” Kent asked softly.
“I think she had the time of her life,” Jared replied. “I know I did.”
“Yeah, but we owe it to her to sort this business of Saul. Find out what happened to him. She won’t know any real peace until we do.”
“But presumably she’ll go back to the States once we do.” Kent scowled. “Not sure I like that idea.”
“She says she’s not going to model anymore, but we can’t know how serious she is about that. She doesn’t know her own mind right now.”
“What’s happening here, Jared? Are we letting our sympathy for her override our strict rule of not getting too close?”
“Hell if I know.” Jared shrugged. “And ask yourself another question. Why did it seem right fitting her out with the diamond collar?”
“It looks so damned good on her. We’ve never talked about who we intended to bestow it upon, or why we even had it made for that matter. I suppose we just thought that someday…anyway, I approve your taste, mate.”
“Should we let her sleep on here, or carry her back to her room?”
“I was hoping for an action replay.”
“Not tonight. We’ve pushed her to the limit already, and she hasn’t slept properly since she got to this country.”
“
She’s making up for lost time now,” Kent said, smiling as Naomi rolled to one side, curled into a fetal position, and threw her arms across Kent’s thighs.
“Yeah, well, the healing properties of hot sex should never be underestimated.”
“She took well to having her arse fucked.”
Jared closed his eyes, threw back his head and expelled a deep sigh. “You got that right.”
Naomi stirred, sat up and pushed her tousled hair away from her face. He eyes were puffy with sleep and she had that just-fucked look in her eye that had both guy’s cocks springing enthusiastically back to life. It was obvious that she didn’t know where she was for a while. Then she caught sight of herself, and them, in the mirrors on the ceiling.
“Hi,” she said, her eyes glistening at the sight of their erections. “You guys pleased to see me?”
Kent kissed the end of her nose. “I can’t believe you just said something so cheesy. A classy lady like you.”
“Well, the evidence is kinda hard to ignore.”
“The evidence might be hard, but you’re exhausted.”
“I only closed my eyes for a minute. You guys believe in getting your pound of flesh.” She giggled. “Whoops, I did it again.”
“More like an hour you’ve been asleep, darling.” Jared stood up and scooped her into his arms. Still naked, Kent opened her door for him and Jared carried her through it. “Come on, you need to get some rest.”
“Aw, can’t we play some more? Masters,” she added, batting her lashes at Jared. “That was very educational.”
“Tomorrow, if you’re a real good girl, we’ll do some more stuff.”
They trooped into her room and Jared briefly considered putting her in the shower. Her eyes had fluttered to a close again, which changed his mind. They’d already cleaned her up and she now needed to sleep more than anything else. Kent pulled back the covers. Jared gently deposited her between them and kissed her long and deep.
“Sleep as late as you like, darling,” he said. “We’ll fit ourselves around you tomorrow.”