by Amy Brent
“No Lila, you’re not allowed… not yet?” She frowned at him and whimpered. She was so close she needed it. She whispered “Please” and he moved in front of her quickly
“I told you no Lila, you have to be punished. Rules are rules and they are very important Lila.”
He stood and pushed her legs back together, almost forcefully and pulled her upright. Her hair was a mess around her shoulders and her chest was heaving, the look in her eyes almost ready to strike out at someone… anyone for that matter. She needed it more than she had ever wanted anything else, and he had told her not yet. She kept her head down, not making eye contact. She would do as he asked even though it was painful, but she needed no further promise of punishment. She had seen the room, and the riding crops found there. She knew Derek was a fan of those, and she was not ready for that yet. This was a world unfamiliar to her, something new and dangerous, but she loved it. He had found a part of her no one else could touch. She trembled and held her breath in anticipation waiting for his next move.
He moved over the side of the room to her desk and told her to come over to him, of course she did as he asked. Her body was aching and she could feel her own wetness as it ran down her leg slightly. She would have done anything he asked if it meant letting her find release. At the desk He pulled her to him kissing her deeply, sucking on her tongue as he forcefully bent her over the rough wood. She welcomed the coolness of the wood on her chest. Her fat hard nipples now enjoying the friction of the wood as he moved her until she was right where he wanted her to be. She felt him slip a finger into her, but only for a moment. He focused his attention on moving her wetness to her other entry and she knew he was preparing her for something new, something she was terrified to explore. He moved his finger around her tight back opening. She could feel him rubbing gently probing a little at a time, moving her wetness over the area. She tried to allow herself to relax. This was new for her and she really didn’t know what to expect, but she would try… for him.
He felt her resistance and knowing this was a first for her, he felt himself get even harder. He would be the first in this area too and she knew he took great pleasure in that.
“I won’t hurt you Lila, I promise if you trust me we can both enjoy it.”
Lila could feel her legs starting to tremble even more. He continued to lubricate her and slip a finger in deeper and deeper until she was stretched. He guided his throbbing member into the opening and pushed gently, feeling her stretch even more to accommodate him. She inhaled sharply. It was too much, and she was scared more than she realized she could be. Her body was no longer hers, it hadn’t been in a long time. In this moment, however she really had to give over to Derek and trust him with her everything. She had given over to the desire that swept through her and carried her to new places, and new heights with or without Blake.
“You know Lila, this is the first time in a long time for me too, having a woman like this. I knew you would let me do anything I wanted to, Lila, and it is good so good, you are perfectly shaped for me.”
She felt his hand on her throbbing button again, rubbing her, exciting her. She forgot about her fears as he rubbed harder and harder, the glistening nub throbbing even more now if that were possible. He slowly pushed into her more. She felt him fill her up. She was in the most intimate position she'd ever been in. Her body was stretched out in a new way and she slowed her breathing down to enjoy the feel of him there. She heard his labored breathing and she knew he wanted it… he needed it. He pulled out slightly and pushed back into her, slowly and deftly. He did it repeatedly until he was pumping into her over and over. He was slow at first, just making long strokes into her. She was moaning loudly now the increase in the strong sensations there were overwhelming and good. He increased his strokes until he was pumping into her with abandon, she couldn’t stop her cries and he grabbed a fistful of hair riding her hard. Pain mixed with pleasure and she had never felt anything like this before with them, it was all new and almost simply too much. She could feel him getting closer and closer to climax as his body shuddered over and over again, and it excited her more.
“That’s it Lila, … that’s it baby move against me, back into me.” He worked her, giving and taking with her as he went, pushing her to take even more in.
Lila moaned his name and bucked wildly on him wanting and needing it hard and deep. She was lost in a swirling haze as she finally made the climb.
She orgasmed with such force it created a lasting effect throughout her entire body, wracking her entire length from head to toe twice. She felt it in every part of her and loved it. She loved the way he used her and took great pleasure in his moans, groans and cries as he pulled out and spilled himself over her massive tits. It took more than a few moments for her to be able to move again. Her body was changed now forever. He was massive in size and he gingerly withdrew and moving to clean himself up, and as usual he made sure to serve her as well, cleaning her up anywhere she may need him to. She waited until he motioned for her to get up as well and she moved to the bathroom to take another quick shower.
She felt him there behind her soaping her up once more, this time the pressured of his body was different, less sexual. She let him wash her and he kissed her gently, almost lovingly. She knew she would have to ask him, but she didn’t want to.
“What will; Blake say Derek… about this?” She paused and then went back to getting dressed.
“He won’t say anything. We are fine to do whatever we want at any time. There is so much I want to share with you, but I will wait until tonight.” He stood to go, leaving her even more confused.
“Tonight, what’s happening tonight?”
“Come to the house. We need to talk.”
She sighed, knowing she was weak where Blake was concerned. “OK fine, but dinner that’s it.”
She watched him leave, only then realizing what kind of pain she was in thanks to him. Even the pain was exquisite and would make her think of him often.
Chapter 125
She stood at the door, her level of anxiety was high, but it had to be done. The door opened and Blake was standing there. His lighter hair reflected the last remaining rays of sunlight and he took a step towards her. She backed up slightly. Glancing up, she saw the pain in his eyes, and for a second she felt his pain as well.
“Lila, don’t do that… don’t back away from me.” He was almost pleading and she squared her shoulders and took a step in his direction.
He only waited a split second before pulling her into him covering her mouth with his.
“She was nothing. And nothing happened. I’m sorry Lila if you think otherwise.” He pulled back to look into her eyes.
She felt the tears well up and she let them fall, pausing only to let Derek come pull her into a hug as well.
“Ok ok come inside so we can show you properly Lila.” Derek led the way and she was greeted by a tour down the west hall into a small alcove.
She gasped as she opened the door in front of her. Everything about it spoke of her, the light gray and purple of her favorite colors, were splattered all over the walls, and her bed was beautiful.
She turned to look at them questioningly.
“We want you Lila…” Derek started.
“And no one else but you. We want you to live here with us. We are all so full of pleasure it will be a wonderful thing to have you and you have us anytime you want. We both love you, so no one else for any of us.”
Blake smiled at her and she knew in that moment she could trust his sincerity. She reached for them both, pulling them in close and feeling their sweet kisses as they covered her face and neck. She looked up at them knowing they would always be there, and she could love them in her own way. As always, things may get complicated eventually, but they were all very open and she knew she had finally found a way to be content in her life.
As she slipped off her clothes she began the short trip over to her bed, turning to face them her fat nipples hardening in
the coolness of the air in the room. She backed up and on top of her new bed, crawling across it until they both sprang to life, she moaned loudly as she rolled on her back, spreading herself wide for Blake’s fat tongue as he tasted of her love juices. She would be happy this way, now and for always. She felt her body begin to suck and as she was grinding down on his face, she found herself eye level with Derek’s glistening rod, she sucked and loved him eagerly. Loving the taste of him as he stroked her mouth deep and fast. Her climax came fast and hard and with it came Derek’s This time, he held her head there, filling her mouth with his love juice and she eagerly accommodated him much like he always did for her.
She felt the bed move as Derek lay on his back, and she got on her knees to serve him better. What she didn’t anticipate the was the feel of Blake pushing his hard rod into her from behind, filling her up. As he moved she lost herself in the rhythm once more. IN this way she wanted him to pound her harder and faster, the sweet ache only there when she was loved hard, and angrily. Soon she was at the plateau once more and she tweaked her nipples in anticipation of her climax. As she soared through it, she felt Blade hold her tightly and Derek kissed her on the mouth full and hard.
Yes, there was no doubt in her mind that this as indeed a very good way to live, and she loved them both. They would take care of her, and she was a happy girl indeed.
Chapter 126
Double Dare
I sat in the chair and let the makeup artist work her magic as I listened to the activity around me. I remembered asking my agent if I really needed to do this fashion show since I was an established plus sized model here in New York, but she assured me that it was a charity of sorts by a well-known architecture company and for a great cause, helping the local hospital in the interest of sick children. I would be walking the runway in fashions by an up and coming designer who’d recently graduated from Parsons at the top of her class.
I think her name was Valerie something. I wasn’t interested in work that didn’t pay cash, but Monica assured me that this would be fantastic
exposure, and my agent hadn’t steered me wrong. I’d forgiven her for the calls that were for skimpy barely there lingerie a few years ago since they presented themselves as a legitimate clothing store.
I was a bigger model at size eighteen, but my curves were firm and sexy. My favorite look that I had was the highlighted loose curls that I’d given in to when I was young, highlighted in a soft honey shade, completely natural and wild. My sister shared my hair and taught me how to treat it and what products to use, and so far, it had done well for my modeling career. I also had some green eyes that while dark, could lighten depending on my mood. I wasn’t good at hiding my feelings about too much, and they’d flash as my voice started rising when I was irritated.
“Your skin is amazing. You look about nineteen!” The cute blue-haired artist told me as she brushed something over my broad cheekbones. I was twenty-six, so I liked that. “I barely need any foundation with this gorgeous caramel tone and I never say that.”
“Thanks,” I told her as my eyes darted to the mirror to make sure I didn’t look awful. I’d been zoning out since I got here, tired from staying out late with my roommate at a club opening the night before. We had stayed a bit later than necessary and enjoyed the free drinks more than I normally did.
I looked good, and she’d added some highlighter on my skin that popped out in an alluring way. It would look great with the slinky red dress that I was wearing tonight, and she’d done a great job darkening my eyes with smoky colors and great blending. “Ah, thanks. I like this. Can you do my face on a regular basis?” A lot of them took away from my skin color, and I would have to have them fix their errors.
“I’d love to. What do you think about a glossy red on these full lips? I hear you’re wearing a red dress tonight?” She asked, and I nodded as I raised an eyebrow. She giggled. “They tell me this stuff before the models come in.”
“I thought you were psychic,” I replied with a smile as she shook her head and grinned. “I like that idea.”
I was done within a few minutes, and I thanked her and headed to wardrobe as I tugged on the low messy bun that the man had done in my hair. It showed my curls but suited the dress, and I smiled as I pushed the door open and watched the madness for a moment. Models were running everywhere with clothes in their hands, and people were barking at them as I shook my head slowly. This was the reason I preferred solo work and photo shoots. I ran my hands down my yoga pants and stepped forward to the platinum blonde I’d spoken to earlier, who looked completely frazzled by this point. “Hi. I am here for my dress,” I told her as she asked me my name. “Trina James.”
Her tired brown eyes searched the paper on her clipboard, and she glanced up at me and pointed to the corner of the room. “Over there, number fifteen. There’s a place to change right there.”
“Thanks,” I told her as I smiled and turned to search the room with my eyes. The little curtained off areas weren’t the best conditions for getting some of the clothing that I’d worn on, but it was the nature of these events. I walked over to the spot where my dress was hung and stepped inside of the thin blue material as the noise level increased around me. I was quick to slide it on, and I made sure that it was covering everything before I stepped out, thought it was cut in such a way that it showed off all of my curves. I looked in the mirror and slipped my feet into the Louboutin heels that brought me from five foot nine to over six feet tall.
I needed some quiet, so I left the room to put on the black choker and earrings in the hallway as I reminded myself to never take a job like this again. Models were hard to deal with on a smaller scale, and this was chaos. I walked over to where we’d be entering the stage area, early enough to be on my own and find a seat as I prepped myself for this. These things were always bright lights and loud music, usually with a rambunctious audience that was drunk from the cocktails and little food they’d eaten over the dinner they paid top dollar for. I smoothed my hands over the top that was tied around my neck and cut daringly with a good tease of my cleavage. I knew not to mess with my face or press my lips together from the near ten years of experience that I’d gained, but I was nervous about this evening. I wasn’t sure just why, but my stomach fluttered as I heard other models approaching.
They were all dressed up in revealing dresses of various colors, and I had to admit that the designer had a good style about her. I’d opted to wear only one and be out of there since I wasn’t fond of the quick changes and Monica had grudgingly agreed. I might stick around in the back and check out some of the other clothes, but that was my limit. I wasn’t getting paid for this.
Chapter 127
The announcer stopped the music that was playing to announce the fashion show and the designer, Valerie Bacceli. She bounced by us, tiny and young in a black dress with an edge. She looked happy, and I smiled as she walked out and waved to everyone before answering the questions the man asked her. She was flustered and nervous and absolutely adorable. The crowd cheered obnoxiously, and I waited as they started calling our names to walk the long runway. I was the sixth model and walked out to a Sade song that I favored.
I walked to the sensual beat; shoulders raised and eyes forward as I let them pass over the vague crowd as if I could see them. I wanted to make Valerie look good, and I knew damn good and well how to own a dress. I flirted and swayed before making a turn at the end to show off every part of the dress from every angle. I paused for a moment as I felt someone staring hard at me and blinked before I started back towards the exit. It seemed to take forever, and I was happy to step into the dimly lit hallway as the next girl took the stage. I was done for the night, but I figured that I’d change back into my clothes and watch a little more from the back just to see more details in the clothes.
Once I was changed into my yoga pants and sweater, I was surprised when the blonde handed me a bag in the changing room. “What’s this?” I peeked inside to see the dress I’d model
ed as well as the heels and I stared at her. I was only in the bathroom for a few minutes rinsing off my makeup. “Why are you giving this to me?”
“I was told by my sponsors to give that to you since they thought you looked so beautiful in it. There’s some paperwork that you’ll want to read as well.” She gave me a bright smile, and I tilted my head as red flags showed up everywhere in my mind.
“Who might the sponsors be?” I inquired as she laughed.
“Brighton Architecture, among other businesses all over the world.” That’s right. My agent told me about them, but I’d hardly paid attention.
“Do they do these kinds of things often?” My question seemed to fluster her, and she shrugged mysteriously. “Have a good night.”
“Thanks. You, too.” I left with my purse slung over my body and the bag in my hand and skirted around the crowd to watch some of the remaining show. The dresses were quite impressive, but I found it odd that none of the other models seemed to be leaving with a bag like mine. I was at the bar ordering a drink when I felt someone beside me.
“You’re the sixth model, correct?” I turned to see a handsome man sitting beside me, muscled and dark and a few years older than my twenty-three years.
“I am. How do you remember me?” I asked as he smiled seductively and extended his hand.
“Colton Brighton. Trina, was it?” He asked, and a lightbulb flashed in my mind.
“Brighton as in the company?” He nodded, and I wondered what he did there. The man couldn’t be older than thirty. “You sponsored this event?”
“My company did, yes.” He said easily as a man that looked just like him came to stand beside him. I looked from one to the other and wondered what kind of family would produce such gorgeous people, twins at that. “This is my brother, Declan.” I shook his hand as we greeted each other and could immediately sense some tension thick in the air. I wasn’t sure if it was of a sexual nature since they were some of the hottest men I’d laid eyes on and I’d be crazy not to think a few dirty thoughts. I also sensed it between the siblings as I looked them over. “We own the company.”