“Got a blindfold, Mac?” Zach asked.
“In the drawer to the left.”
“Blindfold?”
“Thanks.”
“Lift your head, Jessie.”
She did, but only to shake it. “No. I don’t want to be blindfolded.” There was something very scary about not being able to see.
Zach’s smile was gentle, but he didn’t take the black piece of silk away. “You need it.”
She jerked her head away. “No.”
Zach cupped his hand behind her neck and pulled her forward, looking over her head at Mac as he did so. “Is she always like this?”
“She has a tendency to challenge authority.”
“She needs a good spanking.”
“She just had one.”
Zach brought his face close to hers. His eyes were very dark and hot as they met hers. “Maybe she needs another.”
“Maybe I just need to be able to see,” she pointed out, a little breathlessly as her entire body jerked at the possibility.
Zach’s smile was knowing. “Oh, you’re hot to have that little ass tanned, but good.”
He slipped the blindfold over the back of her head. “Pull back again, and I’ll do it for you.”
She didn’t know if that was a threat or an invitation, but she didn’t want to risk it either way. Zach simmered with an intensity that scared her. She held herself perfectly still as he pulled the blindfold over her eyes and the world went dark. She didn’t so much as breathe when his fingers touched her face as he adjusted the blindfold. His chuckle was low and deep as his fingers skimmed her cheek. “Good girl.”
There was no sound in the room for a moment. She strained to hear where the men were. What they planned. Then there was the rasp of a zipper. The rustle of clothing. The jingle of change shifting in pockets. The drawer slid on its hinges. Plastic crinkled as it separated from cardboard. There was a click as something fell into place and then Mac’s ominous low drawl of “All set?”
And Zach’s equally serious. “Yup.”
A hand touched high on the inside of her thigh. Her breath squeaked in as she jumped. The palm opened over the curve, squeezing it firmly before sliding around, the rough calluses telling her immediately who touched her. Mac. She relaxed. He drew a strap around her left thigh and fastened it. He did the same to her right. Then he pulled something hard and smooth against her vulva giving it a tug so it pressed into her engorged clitoris. She could only kneel and shudder as he fastened the strap around her waist. The sense of helplessness amplified every sensation. It was thrilling, and it was as scary as hell.
“There you go.” The light slap on her buttock caught her by surprise. Her senses were so overloaded, she yanked away from the stinging pleasure.
“I don’t think so,” Mac countered.
The bed shifted and hands at her waist dragged her back. They lacked calluses.
Zach. She strained against him. Another slap came down on her ass, and another. Zach pulled her into each one, holding her there, offering her ass up to the waves of concentrated pleasure that crashed into her pussy, gathering at her clit before exploding throughout her body. Those mind-bending, thrilling, scary waves that stole her strength and her control. Another slap, another explosion. Another unraveling of her tenuous control.
It was too much. Too much. She fought, bucked. To no avail. The more she wiggled the harder and faster the slaps came and the more the unrelenting arousal increased. She took a shuddering breath, dropped her head and forced herself to hold still. The grip on her waist loosened. The spanking stopped. Hands caressed her butt cheeks, soothing and yet still arousing, but not so intensely. Not so much that she couldn’t endure.
“Good girl.”
Zach again. Where was Mac? She needed Mac.
And then he was there. She felt a callused palm on her skin. “Now, honey girl, I’m going to have Zach warm this ass for me. And when Zach starts spanking you, I want you to thrust that sexy butt back at him. Let him know how much you’re enjoying it.” His fingers drifted across her skin, bringing goose bumps up in their wake until he slid into the crack and found the base of the plug. He pulled steadily on the massive toy as he said, “Keep him coming back for more until you think you’ll scream from the need to come.”
“And then what?” she asked breathlessly, the erotic pressure of the plug only adding to the throbbing anticipation. “I can’t come without—”
His hand cupped her sex. His finger thrusting within. Tiny muscles clamped down on him. Needing him desperately. “Oh, honey girl, we’ll come for you,” he drawled roughly. “You just need to tell us when and we’ll come.”
He tugged hard enough to have her womb clench while thrusting another finger inside her greedy cunt. Her arms collapsed. “Where?” she moaned.
He pressed a tender kiss to the hollow of her back. “Wherever we want.”
She shuddered, and bit the comforter. She was almost tempted to say now. She needed them to come now, but if she did that she would miss out.
He pulled his fingers out of her. The plastic over her vulva shifted as he took hold of it. He slid it back and fourth across the peak beneath. Her womb clenched again in unfulfilled ecstasy. She squealed and pressed harder into his hand. He laughed low and deep, the sound skittering along her nerves before lodging in the hard knot of desire swelling to consume her lower body. He kissed the corner of her mouth, his breath teasing the sensitive nerves there as he said, “Oh yeah, we’re going to have fun.” With a last caress to her buttock, he stepped away.
She expected Zach to start immediately. He didn’t. She waited, her muscles tense. Braced. And waited some more. Her breaths grew shorter. Her pussy clenched. Her fingers dug into the quilt. She thought she heard someone move. Nothing happened. Oh God, was the plan to torture her? Her whimper broke the silence. It was followed by a soft male chuckle.
The first blow was light. Just a tap. The second was no harder. She hadn’t expected such delicacy from Zach. This time her moan was of disappointment. Again that male chuckle, and another butterfly tap. Remembering Mac’s orders, she pushed back into the next tap. And the next. And the next.
Zach worked the soft blows over her entire ass and down her thighs, sensitizing her skin. By the time he got to her inner thighs, they were drenched with her cream. That deep, knowing male chuckle came again just as he rapped the end of the plug, sending the merest glimmer of potential vibrating up her spine.
And then he was working his way back up to her buttocks. She didn’t need to remember Mac’s order to push back, her body was doing it instinctively, doing its best to force Zach into making firmer contact.
Instead, he started all over again, with just the barest hint of more.
“Stop teasing me, damn it!”
Mac, who’d been silent up until now spoke, “Unless you need to come, Jessie, no talking.”
“Mac, I need more,” she implored, turning in the direction of his voice.
A ghost of a touch whispered by her mouth.
“Zach knows exactly what you need. Relax and let him give it to you.”
She didn’t have a lot of choice. With the exception of hoping to entice with the swing of her hips she had no choice but to endure the erotic torture. He was back at the inside of her thighs now. She held her breath as he got to the plug, the tap was harder, but nothing like what she needed.
She groaned as he started over. Her body quivered with the sensations he was giving. Light shivery promises of what she needed. Her pussy ached and flowered, reaching out, wanting him to connect there. Anywhere she could really feel it. Her ass clenched down on the plug, welcoming the sting. Her whole body was alive with a breathless anticipation. A shimmering excitement.
A new sensation entered the game. The device strapped to her vulva began to vibrate. Jessie jumped, strained.
“Don’t fight it, Jessie,” Mac ordered in a rough drawl, his voice seeming to come from across the room. “Relax into it. Let it take you h
igher.”
Higher?She’d never survive higher.
“Do it, Jess.” He was closer now.
She did, as Zach kept up his own personal torment of her poor overcharged body. For the briefest of moments, the toy offered a respite, at last delivering sensation to where she needed it, but then it too just became another tease of not enough. Promising everything, delivering nothing. She dug her fingers into the comforter and moaned.
“Are you ready?” Mac whispered darkly in her ear. “Are you ready for Zach to spank you like I want?”
“Yes.”Oh God yes.Anything but this!
“Hard Jessie? Hard enough to make those cheeks shake and shiver? Hard enough to turn them nice and red. And hot. Hot enough when I take your ass, I’ll feel their heat on my thighs?”
Her arms collapsed again. Her thoughts, the ones she meant to keep secret spilled from her mouth. “Oh God, yes. Spank me like that,” she mumbled into the comforter.
Mac pulled her up with a hand under her chest, his fingers lingering to play with her engorged nipples. Her body reacted to the stimuli with pathetic enthusiasm. Mac wrapped his free hand in her hair, pulled her head back and kissed her mouth hard. “Damn, I love you.”
She felt the disturbance of his nod, and then Zach’s spanks picked up in intensity. Not one circuit to the next, but from one blow to the next. Harder and harder they came. More and more. Faster and faster. The one that landed on the plug sent shock waves through her pussy. The vibrator also picked up its tempo.
Where before she wanted more, now she wanted time. Time to breathe. Time to figure out how to control the sensations coiling deep inside, but she didn’t get it. The vibrator continued to buzz its tormenting song, Mac continued to whisper hot words of encouragement into her ear as he milked an equally hot response from her nipples, and Zach… Zach just continued his relentless herding of her arousal toward a peak she’d never, ever dreamed existed. A peak so high, it terrified her. And suddenly she was there, hanging on the edge, too far over to go back, too scared to go on alone.
“Mac!” she screamed.
“Right here, honey girl,” he whispered against her ear. “I’ve got you. No need to be afraid.”
But she was. She couldn’t fight this. Couldn’t control this. The bed dipped as he knelt beside her. Her left shoulder sank with the mattress as his hand settled beside hers. She dug her nails into the back of his hand, holding on to him for dear life as the wild desire inside roared and twisted for freedom, threatening to push her over into that bottomless pit she could sense on the other side.
“Help me!” she sobbed. “Help me, Mac.”
“Shhh!” His big hands stroked her back from shoulder to waist. “I’ll help you, honey girl. Just hold on.”
His hands on her body should have been soothing. They weren’t. It was just one more sensation piled onto too many already. Behind her, Zach rained a series of slaps onto her inner thighs that had her whimpering. The last landed square on the vibrator. Her whole body arched and jerked as heat flooded up her spine and out over her arms, uncontrollable shaking coming in its wake. Mac’s arm came around her waist, holding her tightly. Her only security in this sensation-charged world.
“Now, Mac. I need younow !”
The bed dipped in front of her. The vibrations stopped. The restraints let go. She fell forward. Another pair of strong male hands caught her, brought her cuffed hands up and over his head, catching in his long hair. Zach held her with ease as she untangled herself and her hands dropped behind his back. And then he was lowering her down his chest, the sweat on both their bodies making it a smooth slide, the muscles slabbing his torso teasing her hypersensitive nipples unmercifully. She bit his right pectoral in retaliation. He laughed deep in his throat as he slipped his arms free of hers.
“She likes to bite,” Zach observed, holding her mouth against his chest with both hands, the well-honed muscles flexing beneath her teeth.
“Yeah,” Mac grunted as he tilted her hips toward him. “Forgot to warn you about that.” There was a hiss of air being released and then the tremendous fullness in her rectum abated. “She’s a bit of a wildcat.”
“Oh, I don’t mind.” Zach stroked her cheek, pulling her close when she would have let go, prolonging the contact. She lapped at the indents left by her teeth. He groaned—or growled—as he lifted into her mouth. His muscles bulged beneath her lips. His skin was hot and salty against her tongue. “She can sink those pretty teeth into me any time.”
He tipped her chin up, and brushed her lips with his. “But if you forget and bite my cock,” he warned her in a quiet drawl, “I won’t come for you.”
Jessie shuddered as the warning wafted over her lips at the same time Mac’s cock wafted over her clit and the tide of lust rose again to torment her. As the plug drew clear, Zach took her cry into his mouth.
“Sweet,” he whispered, before kissing her deeply, his tongue expertly exploring hers, his hands tilting her face the way he wanted. The way she needed.
A finger touched her sensitive anus. It was cool and slippery.
“Mac…?”
“Right here, honey girl.”
He slid a second finger in, scissoring them, testing, stretching. It felt so good.
“Don’t tease me anymore,” she whispered to both of them as Zach’s hands dipped to her breasts.
“No teasing, honey girl,” Mac answered, his big cock snuggling against her anus.
The shock of pure lust that hit her at the darkly erotic connection would have toppled her if Zach hadn’t been holding her.
“We’re going to make you feel so good,” he promised in his deep voice as he steadied her.
Mac felt impossibly huge like this. Powerful as he pulsed against the small, hungry opening, his hair-roughened thighs brushing the inside of hers as big hands touched the small of her back. Steady pressure forced her forward. The heel of his hand smoothed up the ladder of her ribs as he urged her down. Zach’s hands guided her descent.
“Open your mouth, Jess,” Mac ordered as she doubled over, her chest resting against the warmth of what felt like Zach’s calves.
She parted her lips, knowing what was coming, wanting it.
She remembered vividly how Zach’s cock looked. Darker than his skin. Thick. Impressive. Simmering with the same energy that would have scared her if Mac weren’t here. She wondered if he tasted as wild as he looked. As pleasing and as earthy as he smelled.
She leaned forward, following Zach’s lead. The hair on his legs scraped her nipples. She whimpered, and moved on him again.
Zach laughed the deep way he always did when she found pleasure. “I aim to please.”
She couldn’t see, and she was off balance. She felt awkward with her arms locked around Zach, searching for a cock with her open mouth. Helpless to do anything but trust in Mac’s lead.
Zach’s cock brushed her lips. Just a soft butterfly touch, but she felt it all the way to her toes, especially when Mac ordered, “Take him in your mouth, Jessie. Let him give you what you need. For me.”
Mac jerked against her as Zach’s fingers touched the corner of her mouth.Was he watching?
“Open for me, Jessie,” Zach ordered.
She did.
“Wider.”
She stretched her jaw. The heavy weight of his shaft rested against the shelf of her teeth. Behind her, Mac pressed. Both men were poised to fill her. Fulfill her. Oh God she’d been dreaming of this for so long. And she was so empty and hungry.
“You won’t stop?” She meant it to be a clear statement. It came out a tense whisper, the words caressing the tip of Zach’s eager penis.
Mac’s cock jerked against her again, the wide head sliding across her sensitive rosette in a red-hot caress. His response was just as tense. “No, honey girl.”
She needed this reassurance. Needed to know for sure this time. “No matter what, you’ll fuck my ass hard and deep like I want?”
“Jesus!” Zach swore. His cock jumped against
the shelf of her lips.
The broad head of Mac’s cock centered on her anus. “No matter what.”
She closed her eyes briefly at the divine pressure. “And you’ll come for me?”
“God yes!”
“If he stops, Jessie,” Zach muttered, his voice sliding across her awareness like warm velvet, “I’ll shoot him myself.”
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