“Exquisite isn’t she?” Antonio spoke.
“I am without words.” Santos’s voice was rough. “Her skin turns pink very easily. We need to be careful not to bruise our slave.”
Antonio moved across the bed until his legs bracketed hers. His engorged cock bobbed with his movements.
“You have a talented mouth, Beauty.” His hand fisted around his cock and gave it a few rough jerks. Pre-come leaked from the narrow slit. “Now, suck me.”
Lowering her head, she had to bend at the waist to prevent toppling over. Her mouth descended upon his cock taking him deep into her throat.
Every nerve was on high alert. Bound, she was totally at the mercy of these two men. With her hands behind her back, even if she tried to get away from them, she’d be sorely handicapped.
Antonio thrust his hips, forcing his thick cock in and out of her mouth. His hand landed on the back of her head putting him in control of her movements, her body. Her pussy clenched.
Concentrating on his cock, she sucked him for all she was worth. His taste was familiar, sexy and she wanted more of him.
More of both of them.
“I’m going to come, Beauty. And I want you to swallow every drop.”
His hand fisted in her hair, and his thrusts grew more dominant. Keeping her mouth tight around his cock, her tongue swirled along the bottom of the head. He pulled her hair and it stung, still she didn’t stop.
With a final jerk, a cry was torn from deep inside his throat. His come hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed. Swirling her tongue around his cock, she licked him clean before releasing him.
“She’s fucking brilliant,” Antonio panted.
“That she is.” Santos chuckled. “And now it’s my turn. Sit up, slave.”
Jane straightened. He tugged on her cuffs and the right one opened. He guided her hands around to the front where he secured them again. Antonio piled pillows in front of her and when he was done, he moved back to lean against the headboard.
Keeping her gaze fixed on the duvet, Jane sank into the pillows, her cheek coming to rest on the bed. With her ass in the air and her lower abdomen braced by the pillows, she was completely exposed. Her pussy tightened.
“Now that is a sight,” Antonio spoke. “Her rosy ass in the air, she looks good enough to eat, my friend.”
Her pussy quivered. She was so close to the edge, it would take little for her to come.
“It just doesn’t get any better,” Santos said.
She closed her eyes and buried her burning face into the duvet. Strong fingers nudged her legs further apart. His cock nudged her upper thigh as Santos spread her ass cheeks. A cool squirt of lube and he took his time smoothing the slippery gel around and inside her ass. His thick cock pressed against the tight ring, and she began to pant.
The pressure on her anus increased until her muscles gave way. The broad head slipped inside, and he paused.
“Do you want this, Beauty?” he rumbled.
She moaned into the bed.
“You need to say it, slave. Tell me you want my cock in your ass. Tell me you want me to fuck you until you come.”
“Yes,” her voice was muffled.
“I didn’t hear you,” Antonio taunted.
Santos started to pull out, and she squealed. Desperate, she thrust backward wanting to keep him inside. A sharp slap struck one cheek, and her head shot up.
“Fuck me, master. Fuck me.”
Another slap landed across her ass, and she screamed. She was so painfully aroused that the sting no longer registered.
“Again,” he commanded.
“Fuck me, master,” she wailed.
A sharp slap struck her outer pussy lips, and she screamed. Desire tore through her flesh leaving her raw and exposed.
“Again!”
“Fuck me, master, please, I beg of you.” Tears streamed down her face, and she bucked her hips toward him.
Santos thrust inside and her breath rushed from her lungs. His hand slid between her thighs and into her pussy. Slipping between the damp folds, he fingered her clit.
Every muscle in her body screamed with her need for orgasm. She shoved back, meeting him thrust for thrust. Lifting her head from the duvet, her cheeks were slick with tears. Sobs were torn from her mouth as the pressure increased.
Antonio sat against the headboard watching them. His gaze was heavy, aroused and he reached for his cock. Wrapping his hand around it, he began to stroke.
She whimpered. There was something undeniably naughty about on man fucking her in the ass while another lover watched them. She licked her lips, her body thrusting even harder against the cock in her ass and the hand in her pussy.
It was forbidden, wicked. Only in her wildest fantasies had she ever dreamed this scenario would play out, starring her.
“I’m going to come, slave,” Santos rumbled. “But you may not. Not until we give you permission.”
She opened her mouth to complain then Santos delivered another sharp, painful smack to her ass. Fire scorched her flesh, and she shuddered. The need for release backed off leaving her panting. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep herself from coming.
Santos’s hand left her pussy to latch onto her hip. His grip tightened, and his thrusts grew rough. Her pussy burned with the need to be filled. How could they torture her so?
With a final thrust, Santos buried his cock deep in her ass. He jerked, and the hot flood of his release filled her.
Antonio’s cock stood at attention, his hand continuing to stroke. Her pussy ached, and she needed him to fill her. To fuck her. Her body was tense with unrealized orgasm. Behind her, Santos pulled out though she couldn’t make herself move.
Gentle hands took control of her body, and she was eased onto her back. Her lashes fluttered. Santos took her cuffed hands and raised them over her head. She wrapped her fingers around the rails of the headboard.
“I’m going to eat your sweet cunt, Beauty.” Antonio pushed her thighs open. “Remember, you’re not to come until we tell you.”
Antonio’s chuckle sent shivers down her spine. Jane swallowed hard, and her pussy clenched when he bent his head. His tongue plunged into her needy flesh and she bucked, her body bowing upward. She didn’t care what he did to her, just so he would allow her to come.
“How does she taste?” Santos voice sounded from somewhere to her right.
“Delicious. She’s ready to come any second.” Antonio pressed his finger against her clit forcing her orgasm to back down. “She can last a little while longer.”
“No, I can’t, please—”
“We’re in charge here, slave.” Santos reappeared, and he had a wicked smile on his face. “You can’t come until we say you can.”
“You’re killing me,” she hissed.
“Then you’ll die of bliss.”
Antonio moved from between her thighs. Reaching for her hands, he urged her to release the headboard. Santos produced the key and removed the cuffs from her wrists.
“That’s better.” Antonio murmured. “Now we can have some fun.”
Her stomach flopped when he covered her. His big body pressed her into the bed and his thick thigh slipped between hers. She rocked her hips, desperate for anything to relieve her torment.
“She’s ready to ride,” Santos said.
“We’ll see how far this beauty can go.”
Antonio pressed his other leg between hers forcing her thighs wide. His cock rested against her hungry pussy. Desire burned deep in his eyes, and she longed to be consumed by the heat. His head dipped and his lips touched hers, once, twice.
“I want you, Beauty,” he growled against her mouth. “You make me so fucking hot I could explode just from looking at you.”
His hips rolled against hers. “Let me inside.”
Spreading her legs further, Antonio seized the moment and thrust deep. Her breath caught, and she lay there, motionless, impaled by his cock and pinned to the bed beneath him.
Without warning Antonio twisted and rolled until she was on top of him. Santos reappeared and secured her hands in the cuffs again, this time guiding her hands up and around Antonio’s neck.
Jane lay pinned to Antonio, unable to move with her arms cuffed behind his shoulders. The bed jiggled as Santos moved behind her, his big hands settling at her waist. His cock nudged at her ass, and she knew what he wanted.
Leaning into Antonio, she arched her back to give Santos better access.
Blood rushed in her ears and for a moment she felt dizzy. The insistent press of his cock against her ass brought her back to earth. Their hands seemed to be everywhere at once, and she had no choice but to give them control over her mind, body and soul.
“Easy, Beauty.”
Santos pressed forward, his cock sliding into her anus. Antonio began stroking her nipples. The gentle tugs sent shivers down her back, and she relaxed into him. Santos pressed in, his cock filling her from behind. It was both pain and pleasure as he sank into her body.
Both men groaned, and Antonio’s hips twitched. Her desire exploded, and she began to move. The twin cocks slid in and out of her body in mind-numbing pleasure. Antonio thrust upward, his cock hit her sweet spot dead on. Orgasm tore through her body stealing her breath and her balance. The only thing keeping her earthbound were the two men who held her captive.
Wave after wave sparked through her body and she shook. Behind her, Santos thrust and Antonio completed the movement. Inexplicably, her body responded with a gush of fluid. Exhausted, she could no more stop her hips from moving than she could prevent the sun from rising.
Her world became these two men and their magical cocks thrusting and pulling at her senses. She moaned as her body was forced up the peak again. Her arousal clawed at her flesh burning deep in her pussy.
She heard Antonio say something, but she couldn’t make it out. It sounded as if he were a million miles away. A dull roar enveloped her as both men worked their cocks in and out of her voracious body.
Her heart expanded as another orgasm tore through her. She jerked helplessly in the aftermath, her body and mind no longer connected. The convulsions went on and on, each one seemed to take hours as every drop of feeling was wrenched from her body.
Antonio came seconds before Santos. Their hands burned into her flesh, and her body absorbed their liquid desire. How long she drifted on the waves of her release she didn’t know.
Faintly she was aware of the men withdrawing from her. The cuffs were released and gentle hands rubbed her abraded wrists. She was eased onto the bed, and they stretched out on each side of her. There was no need for a sheet with two, healthy males in her bed.
She glanced out the French doors. The sun was creeping across the sky and the final event of the weekend was to begin at dusk. It was a lavish masquerade ball and no expense had been spared. Dozens of cases containing the finest champagne, Russian caviar, Swiss truffles, Japanese Kobe beef and fresh caught crabs and salmon from Alaska had arrived that morning.
Jane yawned. She couldn’t wait to attend the ball as a very special guest would be in attendance, her ex—Peter Ellington.
Revenge would be sweet indeed.
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Seducing Jane Porter
© 2008 Dominique Adair
After being jilted by her former master, Jane Porter looks to end her year-long celibacy by attending a bondage-themed event. Thanks to her ex-boyfriend’s stunning betrayal, she isn’t looking for happily-ever-after, just a master who’s willing to explore the depths of her passion and teach her what the BDSM lifestyle is all about.
Antonio Villareal was a wanted man. Single, rich and good looking, he’s on the hunt for a submissive to share his world. The moment he sees Jane on the arm of another man, he wants to possess her body and soul. The only problem is; Jane makes it clear she isn’t a forever kind of girl.
Can Antonio convince Jane to give him a chance?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Seducing Jane Porter:
Exquisite was the only word to describe her. She moved easily beside her escort, with a grace that was undeniable. With her easy smile and hot body, his cock was already standing at attention.
Considering she’d come to a bondage-themed party, her dress was modest. Her black skirt was longer than most though it showcased her long, shapely legs. The corset nipped in at the waist and just the sight of the tiny hooks down the front created an itch in his fingers. He’d bet her nipples were rosy and would taste like sweet wine.
At the tender age of fifteen, he’d lost his virginity to a lusty field worker at his father’s vineyard. In the sun with the scents of crushed grapes and lavender, he’d worshipped her full curves and she’d made a man out of him. Ever since then his tastes had run to a larger, curvier physique with the exception of his most recent ex, Giselle. There was something about a plush female figure that turned him on. Just thinking of her, the baby soft skin and all those delicious curves to explore, sent all his blood rushing to his cock.
“There she is,” Antonio said.
“Who?”
“The blonde on Jean Jacques’ arm.”
Santos made a noise of approval. “As always, you have excellent taste in women, my friend.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“And will you share this one with your best friend?”
“We’ll have to see how adventurous she is.”
Antonio vividly remembered the first time he and Santos had shared a woman. They’d been at college here in America and Santos had picked up a beautiful Latino girl with long, dark hair and wicked hands. It had been she who’d convinced them to overcome their hesitation and join her in the bed. With that beautiful woman sandwiched between them, both men had experienced a deeper level of pleasure than ever before.
Over the years they’d shared many women though none would ever be considered a relationship. It was all in good fun and they treated their mutual women like queens both in bed and out.
The image of the blonde in his bed struck him with the force of a hammer blow. Her lush body on his sheets, her silken cries as he ate at her pussy like a starving man…
His breathing increased.
Wet, hot, hungry for both of them…
His cock in her mouth, or her bare ass up in the air as Santos paddled her…
He gritted his teeth, glorying in the swift rush of lust that struck him. The sensation was thick like warm honey in his veins. His breath left in a rush and he swore. His zipper dug into his engorged cock with such force it was all he could do not to wince.
“Slow down, my friend, we don’t even know her name.”
Santos began to laugh when Antonio was forced to readjust his aching cock. His teeth gritted at the rush of arousal the innocent nudge created. Before the night was over, not only would they know her name, they’d know every inch of that beautiful body. They’d possess her mind, body and soul and she’d be ruined for any other man.
She would be theirs.
Gliders and Wizards and Sex Droids… Oh My!
Not in Kansas
© 2008 R.G. Alexander
Kansas Frayne has everything he needs. Except a life—and love. A freak storm changes all that when it hurls him into the darkness. He wak
es up to find he’s been thrust into a world of promiscuous and directionally challenged beings, sensually sentient water and servants created solely to fulfill any imaginable fantasy.
The sexuality he’s long denied is tested to its limits, especially when a darkly erotic wizard issues the ultimate challenge. If Kansas wants to go home, he must fulfill one task. Resist the allure of the unbearably beautiful king.
Sounds easy enough.
Until he gets a look at the golden monarch. The chemistry between them is undeniable, and Kansas quickly realizes this is a challenge he is doomed to fail. Yet he has to try.
Before he loses his heart.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Not in Kansas:
The storm rolled in from nowhere.
Five minutes ago the sky had been a cloudless, nearly blinding blue. Now, angry black shadows skimmed the tall fields he’d been wandering aimlessly through, all on a collision course toward each other.
Toward him.
There was no time to run. No safe direction. The deafening roar of the Furies screaming his way had him covering his head and falling instinctively to the ground. For a moment, time seemed to slow. He thought about his empty house. The long line of days that had passed exactly as this one had. In silence. Alone.
He wished there were more exciting memories to flash before his eyes, and then he just wished for a chance to make a few more. A chance to live.
Thunder cracked and his eyes squeezed shut as the hot, angry breath of the tempest tore him away from everything he knew. His world went black.
Kansas was gone.
“I think it’s dead.”
“Don’t be daft, Lenard. Would it moan like that if it were dead? And just think, if I hadn’t gone left when you told me to go right, we’d never have seen it at all. Look, look. Its eyes are opening. Ooh, pretty. I’ve never seen eyes like that before.”
Kansas took a breath. Blinked.
Blinked again.
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