“Land,” Rex said sadly. “The mountain giants are a conquering people. They’ve already taken over the forest and water giants, and now they planned on taking over us. That’s why Kama and the others were going to the peace talks. We were willing to compromise. We’d give them a section of the Lowlands near our borders, if they would settle for that and leave our people be.”
“But their answer was to murder your wife and friends,” I said softly, padding across the cool tile to touch his cheek.
He sat in a old railback chair, talking to me while I bathed. He’d moved to leave, but I had asked him to stay, tell me about Kama and the war and this world above the clouds.
He nodded, and his light amber eyes shone as he looked at me. “Mountain giants don’t like to take no for an answer, and they aren’t big on compromise.”
“Sounds like you’re fighting your own version of imperialism,” I said, giving him a lopsided smile. “We below folks went through that, too, and we still wrestle with that shit. I hear you.”
The dark haired giant turned his usual glower into a grin, then he swooped me up into his lap. I squeaked in surprise, but then settled against his warm, breeches and leather vest clad flesh.
“You know, I never properly thanked you, and I have a confession.” He placed his big brow against mine and looked deep into my eyes. “I’m a little jealous Logan got to play with you and I didn’t.”
I cupped his beard-fuzzed cheeks. “Are you proposing a game, giant?”
He kissed the tip of my nose. “I am.”
I threw my arms around his neck. “Okay, but I get to pick the game this time, and set the rules.”
His grin was wolfish and wide. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
***
Ten minutes later we were in the pleasure cage. I had learned this was the name of my prison, because Rex and Logan had used the gilded cage, along with Kama, to engage in creative sex games. We brought an assortment of erotic toys with us, a deck of cards, and we sat atop the nest of pillows, playing a game we’d invented on the fly.
My hair dried into a messy wreathe of curls I left loose. We were now both naked after a few rounds of Strip & Dare 21. The object of this game was to get 21, just like with blackjack, and the loser of the hand had to remove a piece of clothing. Once we were naked, the stakes changed to the loser taking a dare from the winner, and the loser couldn’t turn the dare down.
I laid a King and an Ace on my pillow and said, “Hah! I win again.” Then I chose a whip from among the toy selection. “Now, big boy, assume the position.”
With a smirk, Rex got on all fours. I trailed the tails of the whip over his shoulder, down his back. He wasn’t allowed to react, to move, to cum, until I told him he could. I moved between his legs and stroked the tethers over his ass, between his cheeks. I swept them back and forth over his balls, which were well peppered with dark, curling hair. Then I reached between his legs with one hand and wrapped my fingers around his long, thick cock. He was well endowed, being a giant and all, but still looked manageable for me. While I brushed the strips of the whip up and down his leg, I milked his cock until it grew ramrod hard.
“You like that, Rex?” I whispered as I dipped my thumb into a bead of his pre-cum, then I swirled this wetness over his shiny glans.
“Oh, yes,” he growled. “Very much, little one.” His hips swayed backward, bringing him closer to my touch.
Now he was relaxed, mine to claim, I drew the soft, leather tails of the whip back, then brought them down across his left cheek with enough force to make his firm ass jiggle. Then I squeezed his cock hard and dipped my face between his legs to lick his balls.
He gave a carnal, throaty chuckle of pleasure. “Ah, little one, you’ve done this before?”
I wore a lopsided grin he couldn’t see as I drew the whip away and gave him another sharp rap with the tails. “Maybe.”
“Your skill shows experience.”
I laughed and whipped his butt again, while I continued to milk his cock and tease his balls with tongue, mouth, and teeth. I paused only long enough to say, “You’re the first giant I’ve spanked, but not the first man.”
“Ha! I knew it.” His back arched and his balls pushed against my chest when I whipped him again.
I was tracing my tongue toward his puckered, pink asshole just as Logan entered the bedroom. He’d gone to Lowland Council Headquarters to give them the news of the ancient mountain giant’s intended ambush. “Rex, Janet, I have news--”
Rex rose up on his knees and I turned toward the cage door to see a wide-eyed, grinning Logan approach.
“Oh hell,” he said. “The news can wait. I want in on this game.”
“Nu uh.” I shook my head and stopped him at the door. “If you want in, you have to play by my rules.”
His smile widened. “You’ve got a deal.” Then he grabbed my hand and yanked me back into the cage, obviously eager to join the fun.
I told Rex to suck his lover’s cock while I returned to my position between his legs. Once there, I stroked the feathery soft leather over his scrotum, watching him draw his balls up into him in reaction to the pleasurable touch. His cock twitched harder still.
While I tormented him, I watched his husband bury his long, thick cock down my submissive’s throat. He took him balls deep, then swept his tongue out over the kneeling giant’s scrotum. The caramel haired big man threw his head back and growl-groaned out his pleasure. He fisted his hands in his lover’s hair and guided him up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm.
I dipped my head back between my submissive’s legs and plucked at his balls with my teeth, then I licked from his perineum to his asshole, burrowing my tiny pink tongue into the hole until he writhed and moaned loudly. I swished the whip tails back and forth over the glistening head of his cock as I did so.
He reached a hand up, balancing on one palm and his knees now, so he could fondle his lover’s sac, tease and pluck his perineum, while he lapped under the ridge of his glans. The lighter haired giant pruned his face, then his features relaxed under this assault of intense pleasure. He yanked on my submissive’s hair, urging him to suck harder and faster.
Watching them made my lust overcome me, and I had to have them both right then and there.
“Fuck me while you fuck him,” I demanded, my voice thick and throaty with lust.
The giants wasted no time complying with my wish. The fair-haired big man took his dark-haired lover in his arms and positioned him for his cock. He groped his lightly furred chest and kissed him passionately as he impaled the man with his steely erection. As he pumped in and out of his ass, he narrowed his eyes to slits filled with desire and looked at me. “Ride him, little one. Come for me. Come hard.”
Caramel eyes had turned the tables on me, taking control momentarily, but I had no objections. I went to the pair who writhed in wanton ecstasy and I wrapped my small hand around his plump penis. I worked it, using pre-cum that spurt from his shiny head to lube up the fat, veiny shaft. Then I teased him before I took his length, rubbing my clit with his glans until it tingled deliciously.
I let myself stretch for him as I took inch after inch of his cock. Once I had him deep inside, I rode him, letting his slippery length rub my walls perfectly. His glans thumped and stroked my g-spot awake, making it thrum with wonderful pressure that built when I rode him faster, took him deeper.
The giant beneath him reached for me as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. He kneaded my teardrop shaped, full breasts and pinched my nipples until I whimpered and moaned. The giant I rode dug his big fingers into my ass and pummeled my pussy with fierce, rapid thrust. I soon trembled and bucked in the throes of another orgasm that had me ejaculating juices all over his shaft. The copious juices trickled over his balls and between his buttocks.
Moments later, I gave him permission to cum, and his lover soon followed, driving his penis deep into the dark haired giant’s ass and letting out a loud snarl as he spurting his seed.
“If we win,” Rex added, a look of deep thoughtfulness wrinkling his face.
“With our combined forces, there is no way we can lose,” Logan assured.
As the big men drifted off to sleep, I worried about their future. War was a terrifying venture, and judging by the ancient mountain giant they’d brought down today, they were facing formidable foes.
Something blue and wispy caught my eye as I watched Rex’s barrel chest rise and fall in deep slumber. I sat up between them as the giantess floated out of shadows gathered near the door. She smiled at me, at the men, and floated to the edge of the bed.
“Thank you,” she whispered, before she vanished into thin air.
I felt very cold suddenly, yet oddly comforted. “You’re welcome,” I whispered back, before I snuggled in between the giants once more.
***
“You’re what!?” Rex slammed his fist down on the table, making the tin mug jump a foot off the wooden surface.
“Really.” Logan paced and frowned. “You can’t just leave us, Janet.”
Guilt squeezed my chest. “Guys, I have to. I made a promise to my Aunt Macy that I’d do whatever I wanted with that shop when she died. I can’t let her down. She was one of the only people who believed in me when I wanted to become a tattooist. One of the only ones who didn’t say antiquated crap like, ‘Girls don’t get or give tats!’ I owe it to her to make my own shop a success.”
Rex huffed angry breath while Logan sat down beside me, putting a big hand over mine. “Then we’ll have to understand, won’t we?” He gave a stern look to Rex when he once more objected. “And you wouldn’t want to let your Aunt Macy down. She was a fine lady.” He flashed a knowing grin and I gawked at him.
“You knew my Aunt Macy?”
Rex protested Logan telling me more, but Logan held up a hand and shushed him. “She was a good friend, little one. You see, every so often we giants venture down below, and we like to get to know the locals when we do.” He gave me a lecherous smirk that told me exactly what he meant by that. “I found your Aunt’s bookshop on one such visit, and I discovered her love for a good bodice ripper.” He leaned close to my ear then and kissed the shell before he continued, “Let’s just say I made her fantasy come true.”
I laughed as this new revelation sank in. “Somehow, Logan, I’m not too surprised.”
***
Though I had been gone roughly two days, when I returned below I found only hours had passed since I climbed the gargantuan stalk. I spent my first few hours back packing books, drinking tea, and chowing down a turkey sandwich while I let the reality of my adventure soak in.
No one would ever believe I was Janet with a beanstalk, but there it was, looming larger than life outside my bedroom window. Hell, no one would believe I’d spent a wild two days with two sexy giants, but then, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction. And thankfully I lived on a corner lot shrouded by thick willows, so no one had noticed the garden monstrosity yet. But I did wonder how long that would last.
However, when I woke up the next morning after my return, I was sad and surprised to see the beanstalk had vanished overnight. I gave a rueful glare to the big hole in my Aunt’s garden, knowing I would miss those guys. No option for returning above existed now.
A month went by and I wondered how Rex and Logan fared in their giant war. Did they, along with the water and forest giants, successfully push back the mountain conquerers? I wished them victory, though I would never know the outcome.
My tattoo shop was coming together nicely, and I planned on opening my doors for customers in one week. I was checking the tattoo chairs I’d had installed the day before when someone knocked on the window in the front.
Quickly I went to the door to see who it was. I wasn’t expecting anyone. For now my shop would be run by me alone, though I planned to rent out one or two of the three chairs I’d had installed in the place to other tattooist or body piercers I knew in the business. So who was stopping by unexpectedly? An anxious, early customer would be nice, and I could book them an appointment.
I opened the door to find a towering man clad in a dark coat and hat that obscured his face. Frowning up at him, I said, “Hello, can I help you?”
He took off the hat and smiled. “I was wondering if you might have room for a pair of wayward giants?”
I gasped and threw my hands up over my mouth. “Logan!”
Rex stepped up beside him and I ushered the pair into the store. “What’re you doing here?” I asked, beaming at them.
“Well, after we and the others won the war against the mountain giants, we decided we’d grown bored of castle life,” Rex told me, wandering deeper into the store as he looked around at all the empty and half empty bookshelves, the couch in the back, and the staircase leading up to my apartment.
“And it’s been forever since we’ve been below,” Logan continued. “So we figured we both deserved a vacation.”
“But we’d be happy to stay, help you fix up the place, run your business,” Rex added, trying not to sound too anxious.
“Yes.” Logan smiled at me. “Rex and I appointed a young giant and giantess as new leaders of the Lowlands. We’re free agents without a home, and entirely at your mercy, milady.” He gave an exaggerated bow that made me chuckle, then his face went serious. “The truth is, Janet, you helped us heal after Kama’s death nearly ripped our relationship apart. We’ve missed you.”
“Well, boys,” I said, taking their hands and leading them toward the couch in the back of the store. “It’s a good thing this place has high ceilings, cause I hate renovating.” I made them both bend down so I could kiss their cheeks, then I said, “You can hang out with me as long as you like, but I will put you both to work.” I went to the small steel table beside one of the chairs. “Now, have either of you ever worked a tat gun?”
***
The Executive’s New Clothes
A fashion designer redresses an arrogant dom.
By Roxxy Meyer
***
The Executive’s New Clothes
Ethan snuggled up behind me and we spooned after our usual dynamite sex. He kissed my ear and I shivered, smiling sleepily as I nestled my head deeper into the pillow. I was warm and comfortable, and in a perfect world I’d never have to move.
But this isn’t a perfect world, and my cell phone picked that moment to trill its Donna Summer ringtone--She Works Hard for the Money.
Ethan groaned, and I wiggled my bare butt against his growing erection.
“Hey.” He swatted my thigh. “Not fair. You’ll end up answering that, and--”
“I don’t have to.” I turned in his arms and swept my fingers down his lightly haired chest, smiled up at his boyish Jude Law face.
He stopped my hand just before it curled around his hard on. “But you will.” He smiled, and I tried not to see the disappointment in his expression. “You’re Katey Kitteridge, fashion designer and creative director extraordinaire. It’ll kill you to let it go.”
I kissed the tip of his nose, ruefully edged away from his irresistible, lithe body and warmth. “Just ten minutes,” I told him as I bent to grab my cell from my pants pocket.
“Right.” He grinned. “And pigs will fly this Tuesday, or so I’ve heard.”
I shook my head and threw a stray sock at him before I punched TALK. “Hello?”
“Katey, I need you at the office STAT.” My no nonsense boss and longtime friend, Lynette Perkins, had just ruined my morning quickie.
“What’s up?” I asked her, casting an apologetic look at my best friend and amazing photographer, Ethan Whittaker.
Ethan nodded knowingly and got out of
bed. My gaze followed him to the bathroom door, not missing the guilt-tripping pout he sent my way before he disappeared inside. Before he did, I mouthed, “I’m sorry,” again.
Lynette cut through my guilt, giving me details that had my heart racing and my anger climbing. “Blaine Devereux wants to personally commission you to make a suit for him,” she said in a rush, her usual calm, cool voice rising with excitement. “This is big, Katey. Real big. This could put us in the ranks with brands like Gucci, or at least get us rubbing elbows with them on a more frequent basis. This will make your name as a designer. You could open up your own house.”
I tried to quell the anger rising in my gut. Lynette and her husband Jake were not only my bosses, they were my best friends. We’d worked together in the fashion industry from day one, and we’d gone to college together. People called us the three musketeers. I knew this was big--Blaine wasn’t someone you said no to, but I truly detested the man, solely based on reputation alone, and I had no desire to work with him.
“Blaine Devereux,” I simply said, trying not to give the depth of my loathing away. “But he hates women.”
Ethan emerged from the bathroom and raised an eyebrow at the name. He looked delicious, his lean chest still sprinkled with shower droplets, his golden blond hair wet and slicked back. Once more I regretted having to leave.
“He doesn’t hate women.” Lynette snorted, bringing me back to the present conversation once more. “You can’t believe everything you hear from models and read in gossip rags.”
“Well, I won’t pretend I’m happy to work with him, but I’ll do it.” I let out an annoyed sigh. “It’ll help me, it’ll help Well Dressed Man. We can’t say no.” I could almost see Lynette’s corporate shark smile when I agreed. One of the reasons I loved the woman. She was ruthless, but she also had an ethical compass. Like me.
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