Submission for Skeptics [Club Libertine 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Diane Leyne

  He slapped her ass.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Masterrrrr.” The word ended on a moan as Brad pushed a finger inside her pussy and then quickly removed it. She tried to push her hips down, pleading for him to put his finger back, but her movements were severely restricted.

  “Boy. Let’s play a game with girl. You see how many times you can make her come in the next fifteen minutes, and I’ll try to stop her from coming. We’ll make it interesting. For each time you make her come, you get to give her five strokes with the implement of your choice. What you do you think of that game?”

  “Can I use my mouth and hands, Master?” Brad sounded extremely happy about the game, but Kris wasn’t so sure. He’d told her how much he liked pain. She was worried about just what he’d use for those strokes. She definitely wasn’t going to let herself come.

  Damon laughed. “Boy is so eager, girl. Do you think you’d enjoy boy making you come over and over and over? Or are you too worried about the strokes? Well, since boy’s good at this game and you are new, I’d be willing to help you stave off orgasms. Would you like that, girl? Would you like me to help you?”

  “Oh yes, Master.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Kris had second thoughts. This was Damon’s game, and there was no way he was really going to help her win. There was a catch somewhere, but she couldn’t seem to concentrate.

  Damon pressed against her side, one hand around the front of her waist, holding her tightly to him, pressing against the undersides of her breasts, and the other hand caressed her ass. Brad’s talented mouth was back between her legs. In fact, he’d almost inserted his body between her spread legs so his mouth was directly under her dripping pussy. His mouth quickly latched onto her clit, licking and sucking while his questing fingers were pushing up inside her pussy.

  She felt the tension building inside her and the tremors that signaled an orgasm. She tried to hold back, but Brad’s talented mouth and fingers were too much for her. Just when she thought she couldn’t hold out any longer, Damon’s hand came down hard on her ass. Smack! It was the shock as much as the pain that pushed back her orgasm as she nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise.

  He murmured soothing nothings in her ear as he caressed the hot spot on her cheek, and soon the pain had transformed into a kind of warmth that was spreading to her pussy. She quickly felt her arousal build up again. Smack. Damon spanked her other cheek and then ran his hand caressingly over the spot he’d just hit. She moaned. Damon wasn’t actually helping, damn him. He was making things worse. Each smack had pushed down her orgasm, but then as Brad continued his ministrations, it came roaring back more powerful than before.

  She could feel Brad’s fingers inside her. She thought there were three now, but she wasn’t sure. Damn, the need to come was almost overwhelming. The pressure was building up inside her, and her pussy was clenching down hard on Brad’s fingers. Damn it. She’d take the five strokes. As she relaxed into it, smack, another hit to her ass. But this time, Damon didn’t pause. He smacked the other cheek. Smack, smack, smack. He was alternating now, occasionally pausing to caress the hot spots, but mostly just hitting her ass over and over and over until she couldn’t take it anymore. The feel of Brad’s mouth on her clit and his fingers in her pussy, it was too much. She moaned and squirmed as much as she could against the chains and Damon’s restraining arms.

  Suddenly he moved. He was behind her now, and his engorged cock pressed against her lower back, through the tight leather pants.

  He cupped her breasts, lifting them in his hands and lightly pinching the tips.

  “Now. Come for me, girl!” he commanded, and simultaneously, he pinched harder and twisted her nipples. Brad curled the fingers inside her to rake her G-spot, and he bit down lightly on her clit, and the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had slammed through her body, causing her to buck wildly against her restraints.

  She went limp, held up by the chains and by Damon’s arms, and it took a moment to realize that Brad wasn’t done. He was still hard at work on her pussy, licking and sucking with his mouth and fucking her with his fingers. Damon’s mouth lowered and started nibbling on her shoulder as his hands kneaded and caressed her breasts, playing with the tortured tips.

  “I can’t wait to clamp your nipples, girl. I’m going to run a weighted chain between them so it always feels like my hands are tugging on them. Or maybe I’ll put a longer chain on them and run it behind your back and then I’ll use it like reins as I ride you hard. Would you like that, slave?”

  He matched actions to words, pinching and tugging on her nipples. Whereas before, the pain drove away impending orgasms, this time, it drove her arousal higher, causing new tremors to begin to build inside her, and her entire body began to shake with need. She tried to plead with him to allow her to come again, but the words came out just as keening sounds, and she tried to push her pelvis lower onto Brad’s face. Damon gave her nipples one last brutal twist and that put her over the top as a second, even stronger orgasm slammed through her.

  Working quickly, the two men undid the chains and removed the spreader bar from between her legs. Between them, they carried her over to the spanking bench, laying her across it. It supported her torso from below her breasts to her pelvis. They wrapped a thick leather strap across her midsection and tightened it so she was held fast. Then Brad spread her legs, fastening them to the spanking bench. Damon, meanwhile, fastened her arms to the equipment so she was effectively immobile, with her ass, pussy, and mouth all vulnerable.

  “Pick your implement, boy. She’s earned ten strokes. When you are done, you can have her pussy.”

  Damon squatted down in front on her. She realized that he’d removed his pants and that his cock was hard and angry-looking. It was almost as thick as Brad’s and looked like it was even longer. She moaned, opening her mouth, wordlessly asking for his cock.

  “Patience, girl. You’ll get to suck me off when boy is buried in your pussy. Think of it as a contest. You need to get me off before you come, or else you’ll get ten more. Okay, boy. Get started. And, girl, you had better count them out so we don’t lose track.”

  Kris braced herself. With all the talk about punishment and Brad telling her how he liked to inflict pain, she was braced for the worst. When the first strike hit across her backside, it hurt, but she wasn’t in agony. She was so surprised that she almost forgot to count.

  “Uh, one, Master, that was one.”

  “Nice save.”

  Brad spread the nine remaining strokes all over her ass and upper thighs, not hitting the same place twice. She was pretty sure he was using a paddle of some kind, but he definitely wasn’t hitting her with his full strength, at least not at first. By the time she got to seven, she realized that he was hitting harder with each stroke, but by then she didn’t care. The pain, the heat, it had all coalesced and gone straight to her pussy. She felt so hollow, so empty inside, and she’d take more than ten strokes to have his thick cock inside her. She could feel another climax building as the cream poured from her, but she needed more to get her over the edge again. She was so horny she was ready to beg them to fuck her.

  When she got the last words out, “Ten, Master,” she could hear their murmurs of encouragement and pleasure, and she was happy she had pleased them, but now she needed them to please her. She didn’t have to wait long to feel the blunt head of Brad’s cock pushing inside her. The pressure was slow and steady and relentless until he was buried up to the root inside her hot, wet pussy.

  She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of fullness when she felt a tap on her cheek. Then Damon’s cock pushed at her mouth. Gratefully, she opened it, and he slid the bulbous head inside. She swirled her tongue around the cockhead and could taste the drops of pre-cum that had already gathered on the tip.

  Closing her lips tightly, she sucked hard before swirling her tongue again. Restrained as she was, her movements were restricted. She wanted to swallow him deep, but since she was im
mobile, she had to wait for him to move.

  After taking a moment to enjoy the sight of her body penetrated by both of them, Brad and Damon began pushing in and out of her body, no thoughts of games or finesse or anything but their own satisfaction.

  Damon dug his fingers into her short hair and held tight as he started fucking her mouth as Brad started pistoning in and out of her pussy, his hips slapping against her ass as he moved quickly. Even though the men were clearly concerned more with their own pleasure than hers, Kris was shocked to find yet another orgasm rising inside her. Brad must have felt the tremors in her pussy because he wedged a hand under her and pinched her clit hard. Her climax slammed through her, causing her body to shudder and her pussy to clamp down on Brad’s cock, trying to milk him, but he just pounded into her harder and harder, but the tremors from her climax didn’t abate. The shudders just kept rippling through her, and she found herself swallowing hard on the cock in her mouth.

  She wanted to beg them to stop and beg them never to stop, but she was effectively gagged by Damon’s cock pushing in and out of her mouth. His cock pushed at the back of her throat, grabbing her attention as she fought her gag reflex. Suddenly, he held her head tight and lodged his cock deep. It twitched once, and then ropes of thick, salty cum shot down her throat.

  She swallowed hard, exhausted. Damon ran his hand over her back, soothing her.

  “You came first, but we’ll postpone your punishment. You did really well for your first session, little sub. Boy, let’s plug her ass, and then you can give her some aftercare while I set up a light supper. I think it’ll be an early bedtime for all of us.”

  Kris’s head jerked at the reference to plugging her ass, but all she really wanted now was to sleep. She found herself pulling away a moment later when Damon’s hands moved on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. She felt the red-hot embarrassment suffuse her face as the two men stared at her puckered back hole.

  “You’re beautiful, sweetheart,” crooned Brad, “And you’ll be even more beautiful with my cock breaching your ass. Now just relax and let me stretch you so you can take me there while Damon fucks your pussy. Do you like the thought of that, of taking us both inside your body at the same time?”

  There was something about the thought of a man stretching her ass that was both disturbing and exciting. She didn’t think she wanted her ass “stretched,” but on the other hand, the thought of both of them fucking her together turned her on. She knew Damon felt the shudder that moved through her body when he gave her ass a squeeze.

  “Don’t worry. We’ll train you to crave anal. Soon you’ll be begging us to fill your ass and pussy at the same time.” He gave her a quick swat on the ass. “Now relax your ass. Brad’s going to stretch you for a bit with his fingers and then insert a butt plug. You’ll wear that tonight, and tomorrow morning, we’ll change it out for a bigger one.”

  She tried to relax, but jumped when she felt the cold lube Brad squirted into her crease, followed by the feeling of one of his broad fingers swirling it against her tight rosette. Patiently, he circled his finger against her opening, pushing slightly until he was able to slide a finger in to the first knuckle. Softly, he pumped it in and out.

  * * * *

  Brad looked at Damon and grinned. He’d dreamed of taking Kris’s ass since the day they’d first met, and the end was in sight. Tomorrow, he was going to fuck this ass, and he was going to keep fucking it until she became addicted to the feeling of his cock inside her. Impulsively, he leaned across Kris’s body and kissed Damon. He loved both of them so much.

  Now it was time to push in further. He removed his single finger and added more lube. He was able to squirt a bit right into her hole before it closed up again, and he squirted more against the re-closed rosette. Pressing harder, he inserted his finger in further, swirling it inside her. When he met with no resistance, he pulled back and then went back in, this time with two fingers. Kris groaned, and he wasn’t sure if it was in desire or pain.

  Damon released her ass, reluctantly, but knowing it was important to watch her reactions. He used one hand to stroke her back while he leaned down, murmuring encouragement into her ear. Checking her expression, he nodded to Brad to continue.

  Brad started scissoring his fingers, stretching her for the plug and eventually their cocks. With his other hand, he stroked his dick. It was like iron and he couldn’t wait until he could bury it inside her, but it was too soon to take her ass, unfortunately. He wanted to bury himself in there balls deep and feel her clench on him. Hell, he wanted all of her holes. He couldn’t wait to fuck her with Damon and he couldn’t wait to fuck her as Damon fucked him. Hell, he’d have to think of something else for a while or he’d lose his load like a horny teenager.

  He felt a jolt go through Kris as his fingers moved inside her ass, activating nerves she probably didn’t know existed. It didn’t hurt exactly. He knew just what she was feeling. He remembered his own first time. She probably felt stretched, almost pinched, and a dark, edgy something that was going through her. He could see her cream glistening on her labia and he could smell her new arousal.

  “Oh, Damon, she’s got the most beautiful ass, and the way she’s accepting my fingers inside her. My cock is so hard right now. I can’t stop thinking about filling up this ass and fucking while you’re in her pussy. I’m about to come right now just at the thought.”

  * * * *

  Kris found his words caused her pussy to spasm. She wanted that, too. She didn’t realize it until just that moment, but she wanted nothing more than to take both of them inside her body and come apart from the pleasure they could give her. She was close to coming just at the thought of such pleasure.

  Brad added a third finger, and this time it hurt. Her arousal subsided, and she bucked against the constraints, and Damon soothed her again with his hand down her back and his words of encouragement.

  “You can do this, girl. I know you can. You want to please us, don’t you?”

  She nodded desperately. She did want to please them, with every fiber of her being. All she could think of was Damon’s approving voice, and she whimpered in pain and need as Brad kept fucking his fingers in and out of her ass, and she found herself growing aroused again in spite of, or maybe because of, the pain which was now morphing into a dark pleasure.

  “Shhh. Just relax and accept what Brad’s doing. He’ll be putting the plug in soon, and then he’ll bathe you and put you to bed. I’ll bring up a tray for a light dinner. We’ll have an early night so you have time to process what happened, and we’ll talk in the morning. Okay?”

  She nodded, not able to form words as Brad pulled his fingers from her ass, and she now felt unbearably empty. She whimpered at the loss, but he was back quickly. This time, instead of his fingers, something hard, rubber and well lubed pressed at her opening. Brad pushed it in a few inches and then pulled back, pushed it in a bit more and pulled back. Slowly, he fucked it into her, enjoying the sight of her hole stretching more and more each time.

  Kris tried to keep her ass relaxed, but each time Brad pressed the plug inside her, she was being stretched more and more until she didn’t think she could take it anymore, when with a last push, it was suddenly inside her, with her sphincter squeezing shut around the smaller neck with the base protruding from her ass.

  * * * *

  Brad reached between her legs and pinched her clit, smiling with satisfaction as he set off another climax in Kris. She moaned with pleasure, lying there limply, her eyes half closed as she trembled. She barely noticed when they unstrapped her. Brad picked her up while Damon went ahead and ran a bath before heading downstairs to get their food. Brad knew Damon had prepared most of it beforehand. He just had to heat up the quiche, organize the tray and bring it upstairs.

  Tucking the blankets around her, he reached for one of the bottles of water that they’d left on the dresser. She would be dehydrated after such an intense scene and, as her Dom, it was his responsibility to take care of her. Her Do
m. The words sounded so good to him. He wanted to hear her say it out loud. He was her Dom.

  Not that he wouldn’t always be Damon’s sub. It was funny. While they would occasionally shift roles for special occasions, for example, Brad was allowed to top Damon on Brad’s birthday and several other select days, he had no desire to do it on a regular basis. He needed Damon’s strength and love as much as he needed to submit to a Master. He did a dangerous job that required heightened vigilance at all times. It felt good to come home and be taken care of and to serve the Master he loved and who loved him.

  He’d always thought it would be just the two of them forever and then Kris had moved in and she’d touched something inside him. Maybe he did need to top someone. But not Damon, never Damon. Kris, on the other hand, from the moment he’d seen her curvy ass, his hand had itched with the desire to redden it before fucking it.

  He’d been nervous, at first, to tell Damon what he was feeling, and then one day he’d noticed how Damon’s pants had tented when he watched Kris modeling a bikini she’d just bought. She’d been worried that she was too fat for it. Fat. Fuck, she was perfect. She was soft and round and just made to fit between two hard bodied men.

  And now that they’d done a scene together, he was more sure than ever that they all belonged together.

  By the time Damon carried the food upstairs, Brad had already tucked Kris in the middle of their king-sized bed and was cuddling beside her. Poor baby was almost asleep. She drank all the water and now she needed some food. Then they’d let her rest. The morning was soon enough to talk.

  Chapter Seven

  Kris wasn’t sure what time it was when she woke up. The room was dark and the bed unfamiliar. She was also hot as it felt like she was hemmed in on both sides by electric blankets or hot water bottles or something. It took her a moment to realize that she was wedged between Damon and Brad and she was on her back, which she hated. She must have been really exhausted if she could sleep that way, but now she was having trouble getting back to sleep.