by Jenny Penn
God help her, she did. She loved it. Loved knowing they wanted her. Loved the way they watched her with hunger in their eyes. Loved imagining knowing just how much it killed them all to know they were never going to get a chance have her.
More than that, though, she loved the way Konor and Alex looked at her, and the way they touched her…there weren’t words good enough to describe the pleasure as Alex finally reached the tip of her breast.
Heather’s breath caught, her cunt clenching painfully tight as Konor’s fingers refused to release her nipples. Those wickedly rough tips dueled with the quick swipes of Alex’s velvety tongue as the two sparred over her breasts. Heather whimpered as her breasts flushed with a heat that quickly consumed her entire body.
Melting back into Konor’s arms, she let the flames consume her as it spread straight down from her tits to the knot of nerves buried between the swollen folds of her pussy. Her clit swelled, throbbing painfully in silent demand to be treated to the same kind of carnal duel.
As if he read her mind, Alex’s hands fisted in the folds of her skirt, ripping the heavy cotton free from her body. The sound sliced through the air, sending a forbidden thrill racing across Heather’s skin as she felt the night’s humid air caressed her bare flesh as he left her standing there with nothing left on but her shoes.
The very idea had the inferno smoldering in her cunt igniting with a need that was fueled by equal parts embarrassment and excitement. Both parts only added to her anticipation as Alex’s fingers slid through her creamy folds to discover the sensitive flesh beneath. Her cunt clenched, greeting his invasion with a wave of heat as her feet parted, her legs spreading, allowing him full access to the pussy weeping for his attention.
Like before, he didn’t bother with the pleasantries but instead caught her clit beneath the heavy roll of his thumb as he fucked three fingers straight up into her spasming sheath. Heather arched, squealing with the frantic explosion of bubbly delight that erupted out of her cunt. The pleasure only intensified as he began to fuck her fast and deep, making her heart race just the same.
Konor, though, had it coming to a complete standstill as he began sliding down to his knees, raining slow, bone melting kisses all the way down her spine until Heather swayed and collapsed against Alex. With his arm still wrapped around her waist he kept her pinned to him as he continued to greedily devour her breasts.
He paused only when Konor had finally sunk all the way down, his breath washing over the flushed curve of her ass as his teeth nibbled over the plush globes, sending bolts of pure, white-hot rapture shooting out of her pelvis. He lingered there as Alex’s head lifted, his voice rasping out into the night, a dark, seductive lure that tugged on Heather’s heart.
“Oh, my little sweetness,” Alex crooned softly as he nibbled his way along her jaw. “I’m afraid these curls must go.”
As if she had any doubt about what he was referring to, Alex’s fingers retreated, abandoning her molten flesh and leaving her whimpering as he combed his fingers through the patch of the tailored curls covering her mound.
“The first rule, and the most important one, of the cube is that you remain bare in it at all times and always. You are to be wet, ready and available to fill any craving Konor and I have. Is that understood?”
Perfectly. Not that she could answer with the gag still muffling her words, but the very fact that she didn’t resist should have told him all that he needed to know. If that was too subtle of a signal for him to read, then the shiver of anticipation his arrogant assertions sent racing through her limbs spoke more than loud enough for her.
So did the rock-hard cock swelling beneath the zipper of Alex’s jeans and pressing into her stomach tell Heather all she needed to know. She wasn’t alone. They were equals in this…well, maybe not true equals because Alex clearly had the upper hand. He also had her in hand, and he knew it.
Alex growled, the deep, rich sound holding a promise that had Heather’s hips arching instinctively toward the fingertips now teasing her as they gently traced over the lips of her pussy. He had her crying out again, desperate for something more, even though she knew he had no intention of giving it to her.
Konor did. He’d nibbled his way right down to the sensitive crease that divided her ass from her thigh. He lingered there, teasing her as he slid a hand up her leg in an electrifying caress. Her pussy creamed in eager anticipation as he cupped her knee and lifted it out of his way, opening her cunt up for the most intimate kiss of all.
Heather unleashed another squeal, this one loud enough to pierce the night air as Konor’s mouth broke over her cunt. Not to be outdone, Alex’s fingers return to plunder the spasming depths of her sheath once again. The two friends of warred over her sensitive flesh, fighting each other in a way that only maximized the pleasure.
All too quickly, they drove her back up to the pinnacle’s peak as the rapture thickening in her veins started to pound with the frantically growing drumbeat of a release ready to snap and consume her whole. Heather tensed as she felt the tidal wave swell within her. It was only a matter of seconds, and the right touch, and she would be free.
Of course, they had no intention of giving her any freedom. Instead, Konor and Alex denied her, teasing her as Konor’s tongue tasted after Alex’s finger, lashing and rolling her clit for mere seconds before dipping down to fuck its way deep into her sheath.
Konor chased the shivers trailing behind Alex’s touch as he licked his way right up the pulsing walls of her cunt. Both men danced around the magical spot that would’ve detonated the dam holding back the ecstasy she could feel twining through her muscles and pulling her almost painfully tight.
She’d have given anything in that moment to unleash the lust beginning to fill her soul. Anything. But they didn’t ask for anything, didn’t demand it. Instead they simply tormented her, playing her body perfectly.
Alex’s head dipped once again to capture the tip of one’s swollen breast, perfectly mimicking the wicked role and tease of Konor’s tongue below, while her other breast remained trapped in Konor’s hands, his finger toying with her with the same ruthless savagery that Alex showed as he commanded the cunt cupped within his hand.
All the while, both men murmured and growled, muttering and whispering all sorts of wicked promises against her flushed flesh. Each vow fed Heather’s hunger until she was ravenous with a want to try everything all at once. She knew they could make every one of those dreams come true.
Every little detail, every little touch, every little taste, and whispered word or hungry growl was perfectly designed to rile the desire crawling through her. They wanted her insane, deprived of all reason and sanity. That’s just what she was—senseless, mindless with the pleasure.
That’s just how they kept her—on the edge of insanity.
Apparently, they needed to hear it, too.
Using his one free hand, Alex abandoned Heather’s waist to rip her gag free, allowing her the freedom to finally scream. That’s just what she did. Heather screamed and begged and demanded that he fuck her, that he feed her every hard inch of the cock she could feel straining at his fly. He had to be hurting, just not as bad as her.
He certainly hadn’t lost his mind, and neither had Konor. They knew exactly what they were doing when they left her like that. Withdrawing with a swiftness that had Heather roaring and even trying to take a few swings, they abandoned her to the ravages of the unfulfilled lust boiling through her veins.
She couldn’t stand it, couldn’t take the agony anymore. Unleashing her frustration she fought her binds with every breath, unconcerned if she choked herself or not.
“Jesus, Heather! Be still,” Alex snapped, not that she paid him any mind.
Heather had only one objective in the second she felt the rope twined around her wrists loosened enough for her to slip three, she tackled Alex. Ripping at his clothes blindly, she was in way too much of a rush to pause and pull the blindfold off to actually see what she was doing.
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nbsp; Then she didn’t have the freedom to try as Alex caught her in his arms and swung her back off her feet. Heather found herself tipped upside down again, her stomach bent over the hard ridge of his shoulder and all the blood rushing to her head.
“Come along, sweetness,” Alex ordered in that gratingly-cheerful tone that had her considering biting the tight ass flexing beneath her cheek.
Heather resisted the urge, afraid to incite him any further until she at least knew what he planned next. She didn’t have long to wait. It took only seconds before he was dumping her unceremoniously down onto a plush mattress. She bounced and sank into the soft bedding, quickly scrambling to her knees as her hands went instantly to the blindfold this time.
She ripped the satiny stretch of fabric away, eager to both take in her surroundings and get a look at her two competitors. Only one disappointed her. With their muscles bulging and their eyes darkened with hunger, both Alex and Konor looked like predators on the prowl. The room, on the other hand, looked like it belonged at a cheap hotel.
It was little more than a tacky box with cement floors and walls shrouded in floor-to-ceiling velvet and mirrors overhead. All that was missing was a bed that vibrated. Of course, she was thankful there was a bed at all, given the complete lack of furniture in the room.
Then again, they might not have been able to afford anything else after they spent all their money on the bed. It was monstrous and in case in for those, each outfitted with all sorts of rings in some strange kind of fully system. She could easily imagine what they were used for.
“You know even porn is filmed in more attractive settings,” Heather informed, not even trying to disguise the distain in her tone. “I can see now why you blindfolded me, because this place really ruins the illusion.”
That wasn’t entirely true, but it sounded good. Besides, she didn’t have much to fear as far as she could tell. She certainly didn’t have to worry about any examination chair or whatever Alex had been referring to. The only danger she was in, in that moment, was being leashed to the bed.
If only she could be so lucky, Heather sighed as she eyed Konor and Alex wistfully. They looked good enough to strip naked, dip in chocolate and lick clean, but despite the impressive-looking boners each man was sporting, neither looked interested in playing the role of her lollipop right then.
Instead, they were all serious-faced, particularly Konor, who stepped up to the edge of the bed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He lifted it up but paused before tapping away on the screen to pin her with a pointed look.
“Tina’s number?”
Heather held her tongue, silently debating the merits of defying him. No doubt that would earn her some kind of punishment, a concept that would normally outrage her, but right then she began to understand just what had Patton and Rachel so eager to get caught violating their men’s precious rules.
Still, when Konor cocked a brow at her in a silent challenge, Heather caved, more curious to discover just what he was up to than what he’d do if she denied him. She’d save that treat for later…or, maybe, now. Heather reconsidered her position as Konor typed in the numbers she gave him only to grow even more demanding after she was done.
“You’re going to tell her that you need the rest of the week off,” Konor informed her, pausing before he pressed said to shoot Heather a pointed look. “You’re not going back into work, so this is your only chance to give anybody that heads up.”
Again Konor didn’t bother to ask for her agreement, but thrust the phone up to her ear and glared at her, silently daring her to the fight him. This time Heather didn’t disappoint him.
“Tina?” Heather asked calmly as the other girl answered her phone.
“Heather?” Tina responded, sounding more than a little confused. No doubt she was, because Heather had never called her before. “Is everything all right?”
“No. I need you to do me a favor.” Heather paused only long enough to meet Konor’s gaze and smile before she all but screamed into the phone. “I need you to call 911 because I’ve been kidnapped!”
Heather rushed her words, speaking faster and louder until she was yelling. She was certain Konor would pull back the phone at any second, but he didn’t. Instead, he just sighed and shook his head, leaving Heather to sound like a complete ass as Tina obviously struggled to understand the problem.
“Kidnapped? Really?”
“Yes!”
“Wow…did they take you hostage or are you like stuck in some trunk?”
“No, what trunk?” Heather had no idea what Tina was talking about. “I’m not talking about a trunk. I’ve been kidnapped!”
“By who?” Tina demanded to know, sounding more eager than alarmed.
“Oh for the love of God,” Heather groaned. “What does that matter?”
“I guess it doesn’t,” Tina answered, sounding uncertain. “I was just curious, but you can tell me later. You want me to call the sheriff?”
“No! I don’t want you to call the sheriff!” Heather snapped.
“But—”
“He’s the one who kidnapped me.”
“The sheriff?”
“Yes!”
“Can a sheriff even kidnap person? Doesn’t he technically take people into custody?”
“Damn it, Tina! Just call 911,” Heather commanded out of patience with the whole conversation. That didn’t mean she could escape it.
“And say what? That the sheriff kidnapped you?” Tina snorted, dismissing the very idea. “And just where am I supposed to tell them to look for you?”
“At his club.”
“You mean the Cattleman’s Club?” Tina all but squealed with excitement, dashing Heather’s last hope. It was clear now, she wasn’t gonna get any help from Tina.
Not that it really mattered. Heather really wasn’t looking to be saved. She’d been looking for leverage or, at the very least, a reaction from somebody other than Tina. She got nothing but Tina gasping for breath on the other end of the line.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! Ohmygod!” Taking Heather’s hesitation in the affirmative, Tina squealed with childish delight. “You are not at the Cattleman’s Club! Are you? Are you really there?”
“Tina—”
“Tell me everything!”
“No!”
“Have you seen anybody we know?”
“Tina—”
“I mean besides the sheriff,” Tina quickly informed her with a pointed lack of enthusiasm, as if Alex wasn’t worth squealing over.
The very fact that Heather suddenly found herself silently growing defensive over him just went to prove how far gone she was. Not as far gone as Tina, who continued to talk fast enough to trip over her own words.
“Is it true that they make their women crawl around naked on leashes?”
“Tina—”
“Did you crawl around naked?”
“Tina!”
“Yes?”
Heather heaved a heavy sigh over the anxious anticipation in her assistant manager’s voice. Her tone fairly quivered with eager excitement as she clearly waited with breath held for whatever revelation Heather wanted to bestow on her.
“I’m not coming in tomorrow.” Heather paused to look up and glare at Konor before adding on, “Or the rest of the week.”
“Now you’re just bragging.”
“Bye, Tina.”
“I expect to hear every detail when you get back,” Tina shouted into the phone, managing to get that demand out before Konor disconnected the call.
He slid the phone back into his pocket and then just stood their smiling down at her. Alex wore the same goofy grin and both of them were driving her nuts. She didn’t want to be smiled at. She wasn’t there to amuse them. She sure as hell wasn’t kneeling there naked, putting it all out on the line so they could do what? Stare?
“This ain’t no peep show.” Heather stiffened up her spine, thrusting her breasts out right along with her chin. “You got to play to stay.”
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p; Heather thought that was kind of clever, but from their snickers she could deduce that Konor and Alex didn’t agree. Their grins widened and she knew she’d amused them with the impatience marking those words. That wasn’t the worst thing, though. The worst was when Konor just turned and walked away.
Walked away!
The son of a bitch. Heather shook her head in disbelief as she watched him go, half-tempted to leap out of the bed and chase him down. She would have, too, if she actually thought for a moment he was abandoning her. He wasn’t, of that she was certain.
Just as she was certain this was some kind of test. Turning her attention toward the other man beaming down at her, Heather eyed him like a cat about ready to pounce on the mouse. Only Alex didn’t look like any kind of rodent.
With his arms crossed over his chest, he lorded over her like some benevolent master waiting for his pupil to figure out the lesson. Heather wasn’t into figuring things out right then. She’d rather be shown. A demonstration.
A hot, wet, skin–slapping demonstration.
Alex was going to give it to her. He just needed to be pushed in the right direction.
“Well?” Taunting him with her own smile, Heather ran her hands up her thighs to settle right over her hips and frame the amount of curls that hid the swollen lips of her pussy. “Was there something you wanted?”
She asked him as she spread her legs showing off the pink folds creaming for his attention, making Alex’s grin stay even as his gaze dipped, darkening with a savage hunger as his eyes focused in on her current. He was close to snapping, she could feel it.
The anticipation had a trail of goose bumps snaking down her limbs as his gaze dipped even lower to settle on her feet before sweeping back up to meet her eyes with his own amused ones.
“Nice shoes.”
Heather glanced down at her very comfortable but less than attractive sneakers. The fuzzy, pastel colored socks she wore with them to help the look. Then again, short of fuck-me heels, which she did not own, none of her shoes would have looked any better with the outfit she wasn’t wearing. That was kind of the point.