by Mari Carr
She closed her eyes and acted on instinct, feeling her way through her first experience as a stripper. It was hotter than she would have imagined. Her skin burned and tingled and her clothing felt too constricting. She longed to bare herself to Ned and Justin.
Reaching up, she popped the button on her blouse, enjoying the collective intake of breath she heard from her audience of two.
Slowly she allowed the silky material to glide over her arms, the gentle brush of slickness against skin adding even more fuel to her own arousal. Then she stepped away from the pole and dropped the shirt over Ned’s shoulder. His hungry gaze encouraged her to continue, to push the temperature even higher.
Returning to the pole, she straddled it, arching her back, moving her hips in time with the music several times, losing herself to the power of the movement, to the spellbound stares of her soon-to-be lovers.
Then she stood upright once more. Turning her back to her men, she unfastened her bra and let the straps slide down one at a time while holding the cups in place. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave them a teasing smile, thrilled by their rapt attention. She dropped the bra to the floor before reaching for the pole once more and spinning to face them.
Justin’s groan warmed her, made her even more daring. Slipping the zipper on her skirt lower, she shimmied the tight material over her hips torturously slow, keeping her gaze on their faces. Inch by inch, she revealed herself to them, her pussy already naked thanks to the fact Ned had claimed her panties at the table.
Once the skirt hit the floor, she kicked it off then turned to face the pole. Bella bent forward, swaying her hips and giving them a bird’s eye view of her ass.
She didn’t have time to consider what her big ending would be when Ned’s voice broke through the music.
“Come here.”
His deep, commanding tone sent shivers of anticipation along her spine. Bella didn’t hesitate. Once she stood directly in front of him, she stopped and awaited his next order. Her obedience wasn’t lost on him as he slowly perused her body. Then he patted his thighs.
“Lap dance.”
She giggled, loving the opportunity to finally get up close and personal. So far she hadn’t had a chance to explore their bodies. Her fingers itched to touch Ned’s skin, to stroke his muscles, to taste the light sheen of sweat she could see at his temple.
Bella opened her legs, straddling Ned’s lap. His hands came to her waist, where he grasped her lightly for only a moment before tugging her down completely. She placed her hands on his shoulders, still gyrating in time with the music as he stroked her sides. His fingers were wreaking havoc on her system, making her long for so much more.
Her pussy ached to be filled when he lifted his hands and gripped her breasts in his large, firm palms. Nothing about Ned was gentle or easy. His rough touches, his stern, hungry expressions let her know he’d be denied nothing.
Not that he needed to worry. She sure as hell didn’t intend to turn down a single thing he offered. He awakened wicked places inside her she didn’t know existed.
“Open my pants, Bella.”
Her fingers were at the fastening to his slacks before he’d finished speaking her name. She needed with a passion so overwhelming, so devastating, nothing short of slamming down on his cock would satisfy it.
Sliding the zipper down, she licked her lips as she uncovered her prize. Holy mother. Ned’s dick was long. Thick. Her pussy clenched with eager expectation and the slightest bit of trepidation.
Oh yeah. This might actually hurt.
Ned seemed to read her concern. “We’ll go slow, Bella.”
Something shiny captured her attention and she turned to see Justin standing next to her. He handed her a condom. “Put it on him.”
Justin’s pants were open as well and she closed her eyes, fighting back a wave of lightheadedness. Justin was equally well endowed. What the hell had she signed on for?
She took the condom and slid it over Ned’s erect flesh as Justin stroked himself. Personal space didn’t seem to be a concern for either man, neither bristling at their oh-so-close proximity. She loved that there were no boundaries between them.
Ned clasped her hips, lifting her slightly until his cock nudged her wet slit. “You decide the pace. Determine how much you can take. Slide down. Nice and easy. Once you’re all the way in, you’re going to open that pretty mouth and suck Justin’s cock while you ride mine.”
She wondered what it said about her to be so turned-on by Ned’s dirty demands. She’d told them she longed for a man to take charge in the bedroom. They were answering that plea. And then some.
Ned helped guide her descent, paying careful attention to her facial expressions and slight gasps when his thick dick stretched her. She suddenly understood the concept of being ruined for all other men. Despite the brief tinges of pain, this was the most beautiful moment of her life. Bella prayed for time to slow, needing tonight to last long enough that she could memorize every glorious second. She had no doubt she would relive this experience over and over.
The journey took time. Justin whispered beautiful compliments and stroked her hair. Then, finally, she was seated to the hilt. They all froze.
“Damn.” Her voice broke on the last word, even as she fought to hide her feelings, but the moment was so perfect, she couldn’t keep her emotions contained.
Ned cupped her face affectionately. After his stern looks and tone, the kind gesture was almost her undoing. If she wasn’t careful, her crush on these men was going to blossom into full-blown love. Her heart couldn’t take much more.
“You’re amazing, Bella.”
She hoped he couldn’t see the tears forming in her eyes.
“Ready for more?”
She nodded eagerly, prompting Justin to grasp her hair in his hand. “Thank God. Come here, Bells.”
He leaned forward and kissed her—the touch full of heat and passion. She rejoiced in its power and sheer hungry need. They weren’t treating her with kid gloves. They knew what they wanted and they were claiming it. She was so glad it was she who provoked them to such desire. Bella broke the kiss first, stroking Justin’s close-trimmed beard. She loved the texture of it.
“I think you promised me a ride,” she said to Ned. Then she looked back at Justin. “And you owe me a taste.”
She twisted slightly as Justin placed the head of his cock against her lips. Mere inches separated Ned and Justin. Again, she was taken aback by their genuine ease with this nearness.
“Open your mouth, Bella. Let me see you suck that cock in.” Ned watched intently as Justin began to thrust into her mouth, shallowly at first, then driving deeper. She fought against the urge to gag when the mushroom-shaped head brushed her throat.
Ned’s fingers tightened on her thighs. “Relax. Let him go deeper.”
She struggled while Justin patiently continued to tempt her past what she thought she could handle.
Then, suddenly, she did it. Opened her throat and swallowed Justin deep.
“Fuck.” Justin’s fingers tightened in her hair, her scalp prickling as he used it to pull her closer. “So good, Bells. God. Perfect.”
Justin found his pace, directing her as he fucked her mouth. She’d only adjusted to his motions when Ned’s hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her off his cock slightly.
After several awkward attempts, they found their rhythm as Bella bounced on Ned’s dick while Justin thrust into her mouth.
Too many sensations raked over her as she was inundated by pleasure laced with slight twinges of pain. Ned stretched her pussy deliciously as Justin tugged her hair. The dual sensations sent shards of electricity straight to all her erogenous zones. They were taking over her body, making demands she had no choice but surrender to.
After a lifetime of mediocre, so-so, meaningless affairs, Bella felt adored, cherished.
Powerful.
Justin’s and Ned’s actions told her they needed her every bit as much as she needed them. It was an i
ntoxicating realization.
Justin was the first to fall, jets of come splashing against the back of her throat. Bella swallowed deeply.
As Justin withdrew from her mouth, Ned was there. Ready for more.
Apparently he had been holding back. His hands tightened as he lifted and dropped her more roughly on his cock, each entry touching places that had never known the stroke of a man. Bella dug her nails into the muscles of his shoulders, resentful of the shirt that still covered him as her orgasm started.
Before she could give herself over to it fully, Justin stepped behind her, cupping her ass. He added his strength to the fucking, using his grip to pound her faster on Ned’s cock.
She screamed as the impact of her climax magnified, morphed, grew. When Justin pressed a fingertip into her anus, she was well and truly lost. Her body writhed, out of control as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her.
It was only as Justin lifted her limp frame from Ned’s lap that she realized her other lover had come as well. She had been so overwhelmed by her own orgasm, she’d lost track of her surroundings.
Justin carried her to the bed and gently laid her down on the soft duvet as Ned followed, grabbing a washcloth from a bowl of water on a nearby dresser. Together they gently cleaned her body, wiping away any remaining traces of their lovemaking, while carefully massaging away any lingering pain.
Bella closed her eyes, touched by their kindness, their care. So much for holding on to her heart.
She was falling fast.
This night was going to end far too quickly.
Chapter Seven
Justin watched Bella’s breathing soften as she fell into a light sleep. They would give her a few minutes to rest and recover. Then they’d rouse her, even though Justin suspected she could sleep the remainder of the night if they allowed it.
They couldn’t. She’d insisted on the time limit. They needed to take advantage of every second. Needed to use each moment to wrap her tighter to them, tie her up with lust in the hopes that binding would keep her close enough to eventually let them capture her heart as well.
Ned lay down next to her, facing her, resting his hand on one of Bella’s breasts. Justin followed suit, understanding his friend’s inability to resist touching her.
“Well?” Justin whispered.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit soon to try to claim the I told you so? After all, we haven’t succeeded in our goal yet.”
“We will.” Justin wouldn’t rest until Bella belonged to them completely—sexually, emotionally, even legally, once they figured out those logistics. While he lusted after her body, he felt an even bigger pull to her smiles, her intelligence and creativity, her beautiful spirit. His life was a brighter place with her in it. The love he saw reflected in Ned’s eyes as he gazed at their sleeping beauty told him it was the same for his friend.
“She was remarkable.” Ned’s tone mirrored exactly how Justin felt. Seeing her dance and watching her respond to their touches had stirred more than his cock. She was made for them.
Ned glanced at the clock on the bedside table. “Time is slipping away from us.”
Justin understood the urgency. “Wake her up.”
Ned bent forward, kissing Bella softly. It occurred to Justin they hadn’t spent much of the night paying homage to her lips. They’d have to make up for that. Bella was made for kisses. Lots of them.
She stirred slowly, her lips moving to meld with Ned’s before her eyelids lifted.
“Sorry, Bells,” Justin said. “But you’ve put us on a clock that’s ticking too fast. We haven’t scratched the surface of our fantasies yet.”
“I can’t imagine anything more incredible than what we’ve already done.”
Ned shook his head. “Then I’m disappointed. You’re one of the most creative artists I’ve ever met. Surely you can think of something wilder. More wicked.” His face softened. “Are you tired?”
She shrugged lightly. “A little. Not enough to stop. Justin’s right. We need to take advantage of the few hours we have left.”
Ned scowled at her stubbornness, but he didn’t call her out or try to correct her misapprehension. She’d find out soon enough that things weren’t going to end at dawn. There would be no locking this night—or their future—in some damn vault.
Ned gestured to the room. “Look around, Bella. Point to a piece of furniture and let us draw you a picture of how much more there really is. With our hands.”
Justin kissed her shoulder. “And our mouths.”
Ned grasped Bella’s hand and guided it lower. “And our cocks.”
Her eyes widened. “Already?”
Justin wrapped her free hand around his thick erection as well. “You inspire us.”
Bella pressed her legs together, prompting Justin to push between them to drag his finger along her slit. Sure enough, she was wet and warm.
“I see you’re ready for more, too,” he teased.
Ned pulled her to a seated position on the bed.
“Point to something, Bella.”
She studied all the sex furnishings, her gaze sliding around the room slowly.
Justin expected her to ask what some of the pieces were for. After all, she was a novice when it came to BDSM games. Surely she would struggle to figure out the purpose of some of the benches.
Or maybe not.
Justin’s cock nearly doubled in size when she pointed to the spanking bench. Goddammit. She’d landed on his favorite. How many times had he dreamed of tying Bella facedown over a bench just like this, spanking her until she begged him to fuck her? Taking her pussy, her ass.
“You know the purpose of that bench?” Justin wanted to make sure she understood exactly what she was asking for.
“You’ll spank me. Like Ned said in the Voyeurs room.”
Justin hadn’t just imagined it. She really did like the idea of being punished. He stood rapidly, unable to resist making her fantasy a reality. “Good pick.”
He tugged her from the bed as she giggled at his haste. Ned shook his head at Justin’s impatience, but shadowed them across the room.
She followed Justin’s lead as he guided her into position and secured the restraints. She offered no resistance. Simply let him put her where he wanted.
Then Justin stepped back to admire his work. The sight of Bella bent over the bench, her wrists chained to the front legs while her ankles were fastened spread eagle to the back legs was almost more than he could stand. She still wore her stockings, though he’d encouraged her to toe off her heels.
There wasn’t a doubt in Justin’s mind that a slight breeze could set him off and make him come at this point. He’d wanted this fantasy for too long.
Bella’s firm, bare ass taunted him. Unable to resist, he laid his palm against it sharply. She gasped and her flesh turned pink. The color prompted a need for more. Justin continued to spank her, changing the rhythm, the pace and placement, so Bella would never know when or where to expect it. For several minutes, he worked her over until her ass glowed red.
Bella didn’t cry, didn’t ask him to stop. She never uttered her safe word, though part of Justin kept waiting to hear it. She’d asked them to give it all to her. They’d offered sweet and she’d refused. Her honesty and courage deserved the same. He would give her all of himself, without holding back. He’d started the night unwilling to lie, and apart from allowing her to believe this was a one-night stand, he’d managed to remain true to that goal.
Soon Bella panted, begging him to fuck her, the juices of her arousal gleaming on her inner thighs. While the idea of whips and chains frightened her, she certainly didn’t have a problem with his hand spanking her ass. Thank God.
Through it all, Ned had been a quiet observer, allowing Justin the space and time to indulge his favorite kink.
“Please,” Bella cried. “Fuck me. I need you.”
Ned ran his hand along her cheek, forcing her to face him. “That’s right, Bella. Beg us. Demand. Plead. Let
Justin hear how much you need him.”
“Ned. Justin.” Her voice broke on their names, the tone telling him she still needed them, that they’d left some desires unsatisfied.
Justin didn’t give in. “Not yet.”
“Dammit!” she cried, prompting Justin to place another slap on her ass.
Then Ned pulled something from his pocket. Justin grinned as his friend put the blindfold over Bella’s beautiful green eyes.
“There’s something deeply erotic about losing one or more of your senses,” Ned whispered. “You won’t know which of us is touching you or what’s coming next. We can do anything to you and you won’t be able to anticipate it, to steel yourself for it or prepare.”
Bella shivered at Ned’s dark taunt, but Justin knew her body’s responses well enough to know it wasn’t fear driving the reaction. She loved being bound, blind, at their mercy. As they uncovered more and more of her layers, it was becoming obvious her desires were as kinky as theirs.
Justin was pleased with Ned’s game. He lightly stroked Bella’s ass as she jerked in surprise at the unexpectedly soft touch.
Ned joined him, each of them taking turns touching various parts of her body. Justin pinched her left nipple as Ned lightly bit her earlobe. Justin tickled the bottom of her foot as Ned wiggled his finger around her anus. Every stroke and caress fed her arousal, her pleas growing louder, more vehement. For nearly thirty minutes, they played, explored, tested her limits for pain. Found her hot spots.
Bella shook her head when they continued to tease, refusing to give her what she needed most. “No more. Please let me come. I can’t take it anymore.”
Justin nuzzled his nose against her cheek. “No, Bells. You’re ours. That means we control your body. And your orgasms. You’re not going to come without permission.”
Ned crossed the room, studying the array of toys available before coming back with a vibrator. “And just so you know. We’re going to put your self-control to the test.”