Sami took her time, tapping her chin. “I am. I want to try this.”
Jason shook his head. “You don’t try submission. You do it.”
“Okay, I want to do this, then. Where do we start?”
Jason popped open the buttons on his shirt, revealing his tan chest. “We start with some rules. Rule number one, you do not have permission to speak. If you speak without permission, you will be punished.”
“That doesn’t seem fair.” If she was quiet, how would they know they’d done something she liked or didn’t like? It sounded like a bunch of male chauvinist crap.
Jason looked at Gabe. “I think you should run the show. I’m not sure I’ve had enough lessons for this.”
“I doubt anyone has, but I think we first need to get her in the right frame of mind. Kneel, Samantha.”
When she didn’t respond, he placed his hand on top of her head and spoke again, the deep timbre of his voice sending shimmers of heat through her body.
“Kneel, Samantha. Obey now.”
She dropped to her knees instinctively. He’d gone into a commanding mode and damn if her body didn’t want to do as he bade. She peeked up at him through her lashes, his face a mask of concentration.
“That’s better. Thank you. I want you to put your hands behind your back, lacing your fingers together and leave them there. You can rest your bottom on your heels, if you like.”
She moved into position and relaxed. This wasn’t so hard.
“You will address us both as ‘Sir.’ You speak only when spoken to. Your only replies are ‘Yes, Sir’ and ‘No, Sir.’ If you need to speak, you politely ask for permission to do so. Do you understand?” He was circling her, invading her personal space and she actually started to feel submissive to him, wanting to please them both more than she wanted something for herself.
“Um, yes, Sir?”
Gabe nodded and started to strip off his shirt and suit pants. “Excellent. I think we’ll start out with something easy. Samantha, suck Jason’s cock.”
Jason had already stripped down to his boxers and she reached for him but he caught her hands. “Did Gabe tell you to move your hands? Put them back, Sami.”
She reluctantly put her hands back behind her. She’d wanted to feel his cock underneath her fingers. The velvety skin, the steel hardness underneath. She loved the way it pulsed in her hand, hot and ready. Instead, he pushed his boxers down and fed her his cock with his hand, controlling how much she was able to pull into her mouth.
“Easy, sunshine. I control this, you don’t. You accept what we give you, nothing more.”
She fought her instinct to grab his cock and suck it down her throat until she choked. She allowed him to fuck her face, shallowly at first, then deeper and faster. His fingers tangled in her hair tightly, holding her exactly where he wanted her. The soft bite of pain and the feeling of being under his control sent her arousal into the stratosphere. Heat swept through her veins and honey dripped from her pussy, down her thighs. She pressed them together to ease the ache in her clit and cunt.
Jason noticed her movement and shook his head, wedging his foot in between her knees. “Uh-uh, no cheating. Spread those thighs for me.”
She would have cursed if her mouth hadn’t been full. She pushed her knees apart and suddenly realized this was submission. It was about what Jason and Gabe wanted, not what she thought she needed. Her pussy clenched with need and she sucked on his cock harder and deeper until he groaned his pleasure.
“That’s it. Suck him good, Samantha and you’ll get a reward.”
She wasn’t sure what the reward was but she knew she wanted it. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him as far down her throat as she could. She knew she’d succeeded when his fingers tightened painfully in her hair and curse words fell from his lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit, fuck, I’m gonna blow.” Hot jets of cum filled her mouth and she swallowed frantically to keep up. He pulled from her mouth and she sat back on her heels waiting for her next command.
“Fuck, her mouth is dangerous. She’s so fucking good at sucking my cock.”
Gabe chuckled. “Get her and you a drink of something cool. The night’s barely begun.”
Her stomach fluttered at the promise in his words. She felt his hand under her elbow helping her to her feet. He swept his arm indicating the toys and implements on the walls and shelves.
“Is there anything you want to try? I’ll give you the opportunity to choose a few things as a reward for being a good sub.”
Sami stepped forward eagerly just as Jason pressed a cold bottle of water into her hand. She drank thirstily as she shopped for kink, fully aware Gabe and Jason watched her every move and expression. Her gaze landed on a pair of nipple clamps and she scooped them up for Gabe’s approval. He smiled and nodded at her selection.
“Excellent choice. Anything else?”
Her fingers caressed the leather handle of a crop. “How about this?”
Gabe pulled it from its hook on the wall. “It’s a medium impact. I can work with this.”
She walked a few more steps and let her hand trail down the long strands of a flogger. They felt soft against her skin and she turned to Gabe with a hopeful expression. “This one.”
He shook his head. “That’s a heavier impact. You need to work up to it, babe. How about this one instead? I promise you’ll love how it feels.”
He moved her hand to a flogger and she grasped the strands, letting them fall through her fingers. She lingered over them as her mind anticipated what they would feel like on her bare skin.
She nodded wordlessly and he pulled it down from the wall. He reached onto a shelf and grabbed a large purple vibe with a clit stimulator.
“You got to choose, this is my selection. Jason, do you want to make a choice?”
Jason grinned and pulled something off the shelf, holding it up for her to see. “A cock ring, sunshine. A vibrating cock ring, to be exact. This is going to drive you crazy when I’m fucking you.”
It most certainly would. His cock alone was enough to make her forget her own name but add in vibrations and she was a goner.
Gabe pointed to her. “Strip.” Her clothes almost fell off from the sound of his deep, commanding tone alone. She stripped her bra and panties and kicked off her shoes. Jason led her to the St. Andrew’s cross but turned her toward him when she thought he would press her back on it. He bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth and she couldn’t hold back a tortured moan as his tongue and teeth worried the nub until it was hard and standing at attention. He repeated the process on the other side then stood back in satisfaction.
“She’s ready for the clamps.”
Gabe’s callused fingers brushed her sensitive skin as he placed the tweezer clamp on her nipple and tightened until she winced slightly. She raised her hands to remove it, the burning almost unbearable, when the pain turned into something much more delicious. It was as if there was a string from her nipple directly connected to her clit and her body shook with the power of her arousal. Gabe watched her closely as he attached the second clamp, but this time she knew the pain would turn to pleasure and simply waited for the morphing to complete. She sighed as her body relaxed, the pressure on her breasts never ceasing.
“Good girl. That’s my good girl,” Gabe praised. “Let’s get you on the cross.”
She’d been fantasizing about this but nothing prepared her for how it felt as Jason and Gabe, one on each side of her, pressed her front into the cross. They lifted her arms and attached them but kneeling down, widening her legs, and attaching them as well. She tugged against her restraints but she was held firmly. The cool, smooth wood was in contrast to her heated, tumbled thoughts and she let her forehead fall forward against the cement wall. She concentrated on her breathing as she heard her men walking behind her, then the brush of soft strands against her overheated flesh.
“Just relax, sunshine. Let your mind turn off and wander free.” It was Jason’s voice in h
er ear, his warm breath on the curve of her neck. They’d barely even done anything to her and she could feel her honey dripping down her thighs and her arousal tightening in her belly with every caress. Their hands rubbed her skin, touching, seeking and making her crazy with want. She cried out in abandonment as they pulled their hands away but they replaced them with the soft, long fingers of the flogger. It swished over her back, bottom, and thighs, then up to tickle her neck and shoulders.
Back and forth it moved until the strands suddenly came down with a soft thud on her bottom. It wasn’t enough to hurt her and she eagerly welcomed the sensation all over her body. It felt like a really great massage and by the time the strokes became slightly harder she was arching into them, her skin flushed from the contact.
“Let’s change things up and see if you like this as much.” Gabe this time. She didn’t know what he was talking about but she didn’t have time to ask. She heard a whistle through the air then the sting of the crop as it drew a line of heat across her ass cheeks. She was going to tell him off but then the crop came down again, and then one more time.
“I think three is enough. You can tell me if you liked it later.”
She was incapable of speech. The heat from her bottom had flown straight to her cunt and she needed something in it badly. She opened her mouth to beg for cock, but only a moan escaped. Gabe patted her sore bottom.
“Do you need to come, little sub? I know what you need.”
She was panting, her body covered with sweat when she heard the sound of the vibe and felt the press against her soaked pussy. She was so wet it slid in easily, the rabbit ears snug against her clit, her cunt filled. It took mere moments before her first orgasm hit her, hard and fast. Her knees would have given out if she hadn’t been restrained and she screamed as a second wave, stronger than the first took over her body. She gave herself over to the pleasure, letting it have its way. Her breathing was ragged and her head spinning when she came back to earth. Both Jason and Gabe were holding her and telling her how beautiful and wonderful she was. Her head lolled back onto Jason’s chest.
“I need a cock.”
Jason laughed. “So much for the submissive portion of the evening.” He reached up and took off her restraints, before bending down and releasing her ankles. She sagged against him as he swung her up in his arms and carried her over to a large four-poster bed in the corner of the room laying her gently on the silky sheets.
With a hot man stretched out on either side of her, they kissed and licked every square inch of her body until she consumed by the flames they’d fanned. She cried out as their tongues played between her legs, Jason licking her clit and Gabe tongue-fucking her hole. When she didn’t think she could take anymore they kissed their way back up, tugging on the nipple clamps as they journeyed to the hollow of her neck and the curve of her shoulder.
Gabe had shucked his boxers and rolled on a condom. He shifted so his weight was on top of her, lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist. The head of his cock pressed against her for entry and she lifted her hips to accommodate him. He thrust in hard and deep but barely paused, starting a fast and hard rhythm that had her on the edge of orgasm quickly.
Their breathing ragged, their skin hot, Gabe rode her cunt mercilessly. He found the spot that drove her insane and never let up until she screamed his name as her climax spiraled out of control. The room seemed to spin and the lights danced in front of her eyes. The feeling washed over her again and again until she was wrung out, her hands gripping Gabe’s shoulders. He felt like sanity and she kissed everywhere she could reach as he hit his own pinnacle. She watched fascinated as he climaxed, his cock jerking inside of her, his face contorted with passion.
When he slumped over her she stroked his back and let their bodies return to some semblance of normal. He levered himself up with a groan and pulled from her sensitive flesh with a grimace. Jason was there with more cool water and she drink gratefully from the bottle he placed on her dry lips.
It appeared Jason was content to let her rest but she needed both her men tonight. She reached for him, pulling his naked body on top of hers. She loved this position when they made love. It never ceased to make her feel small and delicate. When she looked up, their muscular torsos beckoned to her greedy fingers and she allowed herself the luxury of exploring the hard ridges and curves under her palms.
At some point, he’d stripped off his boxers and donned a condom and the cock ring. He handed her the wireless control.
“You can control the vibration. A little or a lot. Whatever you want, sunshine.”
She could press the buttons with one hand and she pushed the top button experimentally, immediately jumping as the ring came to life against her hip. She giggled and turned it off before beckoning to Jason.
“I think I have this figured out.”
As hard as Gabe had fucked her, Jason was determined to do the opposite. He took his time, slowly thrusting in and out, looking her directly in the eye, and watching which angles gave her the most pleasure. When he found her sweet spot, he grinned and began the inexorable slide over it again and again until she thought she would explode.
She pressed the top button and the vibrations against her clit with every thrust placed her at the edge of a cliff, about to go over. Jason never sped up his leisurely pace, driving them both out of their minds. He was the epitome of the patient male and tonight he was showing her exactly what that meant. She dug her nails into his back to urge him to go faster, but he simply hooked his arms under her thighs and lifted her legs higher and wider so the ring hit more directly on her clit.
Before she could press the off button to drag out the sensations, her climax hit her. She bit into his shoulder riding the relentless waves, almost painful in their intensity. He groaned into her ear and she felt the heat in her cunt as he came, his body tense and stiff. Eventually, they both relaxed, their bodies curled together until Jason left the bed to take care of the condom.
Both men cuddled her close until she found her eyes getting heavy and she slipped into a dreamless sleep. When she awoke, she was alone but she could hear her men’s soft voices not far away. She sat up in bed, ready to make a decision that could change all three of their lives forever. They’d wasted too much time apart. They needed to be together. Forever.
She was going to call to them but they returned with a tray of food she knew was leftovers from the party earlier. Her men didn’t make cocktail meatballs and parmesan chicken.
“We thought you might be hungry.” Gabe set the tray on the bed wearing nothing but a smile.
Jason popped a meatball into his mouth. “I know I am. We worked up an appetite.”
Sami didn’t answer and her men exchanged a concerned look. She licked her dry lips and screwed up her courage for the second time that evening. “The thing is, I’ve been thinking.”
“About food?” Jason teased.
She swallowed. “No, about us. And you know, the future.”
Gabe leaned on his elbow. “The future? How far in the future? Tomorrow? Next week? Or further?”
“Further. The thing is…” She wrung her hands together. “Gran’s going to expect us to get married.”
She sure as hell hadn’t meant to blurt that out. She didn’t want to guilt them into marrying her for her grandmother’s sake.
Gabe nodded solemnly. “You’re right, she will. What do you think we should do about it?”
“I think we should get married.”
Jason rubbed his chin. “Will that be enough? Maybe we should have two or three kids? I bet she’d like grandkids.”
She was getting a warm feeling in her heart. She could also see smiles on their faces they were trying to hide. She smacked Gabe on the arm.
“You could have asked me, you know. The girl isn’t supposed to have to do the asking.”
Jason chuckled. “Sunshine, we were terrified of asking. We didn’t know if you wanted forever.”
“Well, I do,” Sami sa
id. “I really do.”
Gabe brushed the hair off her face. “We do, too. So, we’re getting married then. Just for Gran’s sake, of course.”
“Of course,” Sami echoed. She’d never felt more full of love and happiness than she did at this moment. These men were everything to her. Her whole world.
Jason lifted a meatball to her lips with a smile. “We should probably do it as soon as possible. Because that would make Gran happy.”
Her men were grinning now. “Do you think we could get a Justice of the Peace to marry us tonight?”
Gabe shook his head. “How about we grab the first plane to Vegas on Sunday and get married there. We can get married by an Elvis impersonator. Gran always loved Elvis.”
Sami clapped her hands, already picturing her wedding. “Gran’s going to be so excited.”
Jason laughed. “But not surprised. After all, she told us to ensnare you with amazing sex.”
Thank goodness for Gran. She’d known what Sami needed even when everything seemed lost and dark. Her men would always want to take care of her and Sami knew there would be times she would have to push back. She would have to stand on her own two feet.
She knew she could do it. She’d faced her greatest fear and come out the other side. She had her whole life ahead of her.
Scratch that. They had their whole lives ahead of them. Together forever in Plenty.
Sami sent a prayer of thank you heavenward for this wonderful second chance. Her second chance with the first, and last, men she’d ever love.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’ve been a dreamer my entire life. So, it was only natural to start writing down some of those stories that I have been dreaming about.
Being the hopeless romantic that I am, I fall in love with all of my characters. They are perfectly imperfect with the hopes, dreams, desires, and flaws that we all have. I want them to overcome obstacles and fear to get to their happily ever after. We all should. Everyone deserves their very own sexy, happily ever after.
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