Looking at her back, he was pleased to see the whip marks from earlier had started to fade, all but one. Chip knew that one would take some time to heal, and he just prayed it didn’t mar her delicate skin, because if it did, he was going to whip his brother with his own whip.
Cupping her cheek in his hand, Chip pushed his thumb into her mouth again and said, “Suck.”
She sucked it as he cupped her full, hanging breasts. After giving each breast equal attention, he walked around the little table to her side, and ran his hand down over the smooth skin of her shoulder, her back. Sara arched her back, purring a little like a cat. Chip grinned as he continued to stroke down over her hip, her ass, as he moved behind her. Sara shivered a little, but not from cold. Palming her ass with both of his hands, he squeezed as Sara writhed under his touch. Turning his palm, Chip moved his right hand up between her legs, cupped her bare little pussy, and found her drenched, slick, and open. He could feel her juices on his palm, his wrist, and he could feel the lips of her cunt swollen, soft, and parted.
“Chip?” Sara moaned as his fingers lightly rubbed her swollen lips.
“Yes, baby?”
“Do it, please. It’s been so long. Please,” she begged. Chip knew exactly what she wanted, and he was more than happy to oblige. Removing his hand from her wet pussy, he licked her juices off his fingers, and without warning, he slapped her ass hard.
Sara cried out, repeatedly, as he administered slap after slap, until her ass was beet read and glistening. Rubbing the heat around with his left hand, he reached between her legs and sank his finger into her dripping cunt.
“Oh God yes!” she moaned, rocking her hips onto his hand, trying to get his fingers deeper.
“Hang on, baby. I’m just starting,” Chip said as he removed his hand and spanked her again.
When her ass was a nice rosy color, Chip swiftly removed his shoes and jeans. After ripping off his shirt, he stroked his cock and walked around to face her. Sara lifted her head off the table and said nothing when he ordered, “Lube me up, baby.”
Sara opened her mouth and Chip groaned as he slid his cock deeply into her wet, open mouth. He pushed his hips forward and pulled on the back of her head. Sara hollowed her cheeks, and Chip felt her choke a little. Letting go of her head, Chip smiled. “That’s a good girl,” he said and walked back around the table.
Stroking his cock with one hand, Chip fingered her pussy with the other, heightening her ecstasy. “Tell me you don’t want this and I will stop, Sara. Tell me you don’t want my hard cock, sinking into your tight little pussy, giving you orgasm after orgasm. Tell me you don’t want my hands all over, while I fuck you long, and hard, until I empty myself deep into your cunt.”
“Oh God yes! Fuck me, Chip. Fuck me with your big cock. Make me come all over you. I want it. Please give it to me,” she whimpered, grinding her hips harder on his hand.
Chip rolled her clit harder for just a moment, which made her gasp and squirm more. Then he took his hand away. His thumb slipped slickly from her pussy, and he couldn’t help stroking the pad of his thumb over her little asshole, which made her jump. He pushed his thumb just a little way into her ass, and she moaned.
“Want me to fuck your ass, Sara? I might come in it, too. Remember how good I made you feel, baby, as I slid my cock into your ass? Remember how I stroked your little clit as I pounded into your backside? You miss that, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes! Oh God, yes!”
Not wanting their first time in years to be on her writing table, Chip picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Pushing her down on her stomach, he pulled her hands behind her back and tied her wrists together with the rope from her robe behind her back.
He kissed her between her shoulder blades, licking her skin as he tasted her. Trailing kisses up to the back of her neck, he bit her hard on her shoulder. Sara’s mouth opened but she made no sound. He had prolonged his desires long enough. Now he wanted heaven.
Chip grabbed her arm and flipped her over roughly. Naked and hard before her, he pushed her thighs wide apart as he knelt on the edge of the bed, his feet still on the floor. He took his cock in his hand and stroked the head up and down her heated slit, opening her, as he placed his hand on her throat. Grinning at the sight before him, Chip thrust his cock into her hard, making his pelvis slap against her thighs, forcing her to open wider. Sara opened her mouth silently as he pulled back and thrust forward again, hard enough to push her forward on the bed.
Chip gripped her hip with his other hand and pulled her back towards him, driving his cock into her again and again. Sara gave a little cry with every thrust, and it drove him on, as he leaned forward and sucked on her straining little nipples. He pulled on them with his teeth, and Sara tried to break free from his grip on her throat, but he wouldn’t let her move. He never did. She was his to fuck and love any way he wanted, and she had agreed.
Driving his hips forward like a mad man drunk on lust, he felt her begin to struggle as she tried to swallow. Loosening his grip on her throat, he watched his cock move in and out of her bare little cunt, sloshing and mixing their juices together. Sara pushed her hips up towards him, trying to get him to go deeper. Chip let go of her hip and stroked her inner thigh, running his fingernails across the perfectly smooth flesh. He drew his hips back far, so only the head of his cock was still inside of her, and then slammed forward again, hard. The slap of their bodies meeting was music to his ears. Her soft cries and screams filled the air, adding credence to their coupling.
Raising his hand, he brought it down sharply, high up on the inside of her thigh, where he’d been stroking her. Sara gave a sharp little cry and swallowed against the pressure on her throat. Driving his hips forward again, Sara raised her legs, wrapped her thighs around him, and drew him in, and in. Leaning forward, he took her mouth and breathed her into his soul just as his cock swelled. Pressing his hips forward, he ground his dick into her, pushing Sara’s whole body forward on the bed, as the first jet of cum streamed from the head of his cock. Chip released her mouth and cried out her name as his cock spasmed and jerked inside her hot body, jetting his seed deep into her womb. Sara lifted her head to keep her mouth on his, straining her body up to him, as he emptied himself into her. His cock finally sated, Chip roared then gasped, breathing heavily as he fell on top of the woman he loved.
* * * *
Chip stood there panting heavily as every livid detail played in his head. He knew what he was doing last night, and he played her like a fiddle. He knew what buttons to push, and he pushed them. He had gotten what he wanted, and he didn’t give a damn what anyone thought. But now, with her lying there before him, sleeping peacefully, he realized his mistake.
She wasn’t his to take. He gave her up long ago, and now she belonged to another…his brother.
Fuck!
He had just screwed up big time. How was he supposed to work with a brother he didn’t know, knowing that he had just fucked said brother’s submissive? There were lines one did not cross, and the biggest was screwing another man’s sub. Chip had preached the rules of decorum in the BDSM world for years, until he was blue in the face, and given the opportunity to walk away and do the right thing, he didn’t. He just did what he wanted, letting his emotions and his cock lead the way.
He dressed quickly, knowing he needed to rectify the situation. Because if he was going to work at the Pleasure Cave, he refused to let a secret come between him and his relationship with his brother. If there ever was one to begin with.
Chapter Five
Jason was in tunnel four practicing. With a whip in each hand, he flicked his whips over and over again, never missing the spot he aimed for, except for today. He did this regime religiously, every day, to make sure he was ready for any instance. However, looking at the mattress he had just shredded to pieces, he wasn’t sure he should even be allowed to wield a shoelace, let alone his whips.
“You’re pulling to the left,” the voice of all his anger and fr
ustration said behind him.
“Go away,” Jason growled, shifting his stance and flicking his whips again.
He missed.
Fuck!
“I said you’re pulling…”
“I heard you, asshole,” Jason shouted, dropping his whips and turning to face the intruder. “What do you want?”
“We need to talk,” Chip said, leaning against the door.
“Well, I’m busy.”
“Make time.”
“Do you like bossing people around or is it hereditary?”
“Never met my dad, so I couldn’t say. As for my mom, all I know is that she was a hard worker and did her best until she died.”
“Well, you better thank your lucky stars you never met the old man. He was a bastard, a drunk, and a murderer.”
“Well, thanks for the family history lesson. But seriously, we need to talk about Sara.”
“She’s my submissive.”
“Please tell me you’re not the whiney sibling, because if you are, we’re gonna have problems.” Chip smiled, crossing his arms over his chest. Jason bristled. He had only known about Chip Patterson as his brother for twenty-four hours, and he was already wishing he were still an only child. “Speaking of which, how old are you?”
“Why?” Jason asked.
“Because I need to make sure I’m the oldest.”
“I’m the oldest,” Jason argued back.
“Says who?” Chip asked grinning.
“Me. I was born August 7, 1987. That makes me twenty-seven.”
Chip laughed. “Hate to break it to ya, baby brother, but I was born July 25, 1987. That makes me the oldest.”
“By two fucking weeks!”
“Well, it sucks to be you, don’t it.” Chip grinned. “Now that we have established that I am the oldest, that means I’m in charge. As such, by the laws of seniority, you have to listen to me.”
“Like hell!” Jason roared. He didn’t know what kind of game Chip was playing, but he really wasn’t in the mood. All he cared about right now was finishing his practice time, and then he was going to find Sara. He still didn’t understand why she insisted on leaving him last night and returning to her room, but he needed to make sure she was okay and that her back was healing. He still felt like a total shit for hurting her the way he did, and he hoped to make it up to her by taking her to dinner tonight at the club’s restaurant, Eatable Tits and Ass. Jason had already called ahead and made a reservation for a private booth, now all he had to do was get rid of his annoying brother and find his girl.
“About Sara,” Chip began just as Jason rounded on him, seething.
“She is my submissive. Back the fuck off. You lost your chance with her years ago. She chose me. Leave her alone.”
“Can’t do that brother. I still love her.”
“Too fucking bad. She’s mine and I don’t share.”
“Apparently she didn’t understand your decree.”
“What do you mean?” Jason asked, not sure he wanted to hear what his gut was telling him that was coming next. Bracing himself, he waited, never taking his eyes off his brother.
“Explain to me how she was alone last night when she entered her room and that she freely and willing submitted to me.”
* * * *
Sara woke to a quiet room. Stretching, she reached for Chip, only to find his side of the bed cold. Slowly sitting up, she looked around for him, knowing that sometimes he liked watching her sleep. However, he was nowhere to be seen.
She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. The air was still warm from use. She smiled, stepping into the shower and turning on the water. His scent still lingered in the air around her. She missed him. She really did, but she wasn’t sure how him taking a job at the Pleasure Cave was going to help their situation. She had listened as he told her repeatedly last night that he loved her and that she belonged to him and part of her believed him.
Nevertheless, she wanted more, and that was something that Chip wasn’t ready to give her. That’s why she left him before. It broke her heart, but she couldn’t get over his betrayal. Regardless, that was in the past and her future was Jason, and that’s when it hit her.
“Oh God,” she moaned, dropping her head into her hands as the shower spray washed over her body. She had slept with two men, on the same night, within hours of each other. She had just screwed up…big time.
Growing up in the small town of Simple, Tennessee, her whole life revolved around Chip Patterson. When they married, she thought she had it all. Then the accident happened, and her life shattered. Moving on, she found solace in the Pleasure Cave and soon within her budding friendship with Jason, yet even that transformed into more. She loved Jason and wanted to be with him always, but she still loved Chip. How she managed to forget that detail before sleeping with her ex-husband, she would never know, but she knew she better figure it out soon, because Jason was waiting for her down in the training room. Moreover, what worried her most was that a Dom always knew when their submissive had just screwed up.
Shutting off the water, Sara swiftly dried and dressed for the day. Grabbing her keycard, she stuck it into the back pocket of her jeans, and went in search of her new Master. She only prayed that he would be as understanding as he was last night.
However, that was not the case.
Upon entering the training room, Sara stopped in her tracks and stood speechless as Chip and Jason rolled around on the floor like children, spouting profanities as they each took turns punching each other. How they came to this predicament she didn’t know, nor did she know how to stop them.
“You fucker!” Jason roared, slamming his shoulder into his brother’s midsection, knocking him backwards onto the mat. “She was mine!”
“Well, she was screaming my name last night,” Chip quipped back as he took a swing at his brother’s face and missed, only to slam his fist into the wall. “Fuck! I think I broke my hand.”
“Good! I hope it hurts, you sub stealer!” Jason laughed as he pushed his brother again, tripping him. Chip fell face-first onto the mat, only to turn at the last minute, landing on his back. With a swipe of his leg, he deftly tripped Jason, who landed hard on his back.
Getting to his feet quickly, Chip shouted, “Pile driver!” and slammed his body down hard on Jason’s stomach. A loud ooff came from Jason’s lips as he rolled and groaned. “You cracked a rib, asshole.”
“You broke my hand!”
“Did not,” Jason panted, holding his stomach. “You hit the wall.”
“I was aiming for your face.” Chip sat up, looking at his rapidly swelling hand.
“Guess your eyesight is going, big brother. Better get that checked out.”
“Yeah, maybe I will.” Chip sighed and plopped back on the mat, gasping for air. “What are we going to do about her, Jason? We both love her, and you are being a selfish brat. If you would just get to know me, you’d find out that I’m not such a bad person and I am not opposed to sharing her.”
“So you’ve said. But I barely know you, and I don’t trust easily. All I know is that I won’t give her up. I need her. She gets me, and doesn’t see me as a freak.”
“Who said you were a freak?” Chip asked, sitting up quickly. “I won’t have anyone saying anything about you. You hear me? I don’t play that game. I know what it feels like to have nothing and have my world crumble around me. I have fought for everything in my life, and I’ll be damned if I will sit by and let someone pick on my brother. I may not know you well either, but we are blood. That means something to me.”
Jason turned and looked at Chip, “You mean that?”
“Hell yes I mean it.”
“And so do I,” Sara whispered, letting her presence be known. Both men turned and looked at her. Sara didn’t know how to proceed, but when Jason quickly got to his feet and hurried over to her, engulfing her in a hug, she knew that just maybe they might all be able to work this out.
“How are you feeling? Is your back
all right? Do you need help applying more arnica cream?” he asked quickly, hugging her tightly, and then without letting her utter a word, he pushed her at arm’s length. Gone was his compassion, replaced swiftly with anger. “What the hell, Sara? Please tell me that that big oaf over there is just trying to piss me off. Tell me that you didn’t submit to my brother last night, after what we shared?”
Okay…maybe things weren’t going to go as easy as she planned.
Wait a minute! What brother?
“Excuse me?” she whispered.
“Yeah, about that, babe, Jason is my baby brother from another mother,” Chip said smiling, casually getting to his feet.
“Oh my God!” she gasped.
“She is my sub. Let me handle this, will you please!” Jason interrupted, and then turned his attention back to Sara. “Are you still my submissive?”
Sara gulped and slowly nodded, answering, “Yes.”
When Jason grinned mischievously, she knew her punishment for last night had just begun.
* * * *
“Present yourself,” Jason ordered in a firm voice that had her immediately falling to her knees. He was so happy to see that Sara obeyed him instantly. Turning around, Jason grinned at his older brother, who rolled his eyes, leaning against the wall, and said, “So, she fell to her knees. Any decent sub will do that. That doesn’t mean she will obey you.”
“Oh ye of little faith, big brother,” Jason replied sarcastically.
“Oh, I have faith. I have faith that when you order her to suck your cock, she will laugh and do as she pleases.”
Jason ignored his brother’s quip and looked at the woman kneeling before him. It had been entirely too long since he last saw her, and starting right now he was going to remedy that fact. From now on, she was staying with him and sleeping in his bed. Reaching under her chin, he raised her face to his and smiled. God, she was a beautiful woman.
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