Leila
Goddess – The Second Coming
R.J. Castille
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DEDICATION
For My Precious
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Thank you to my cheerleader and fellow author, Tom Speed, for encouraging me to just keep writing, just keep writing, just keep writing.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
A special thanks to Erica Bankston Stokes, my Editor, for your review and valuable input (and for occasionally kicking me into gear).
Cover by: Jessica Tahbonemah of
The Magic Quill Graphics
Formatting by Jaye Cox
DISCLAIMER
This work contains graphic, sexual content intended for Adult Readers only. The adult, fictional characters engage in consensual sex, acts of BDSM and those classified as kink or fetish, and occasionally use explicit language that may be offensive to some. Discretion is advised.
The people and places of this work are a figment of the imagination of R.J. Castille. Perception of their resemblance to anyone in reality is unintentional and any correlation to real-life people, places or events are purely coincidental.
Please do not try any sexual practice in the scope of BDSM, Fetish or Kink without the guidance of an experienced professional. Author is not responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from the use of the information contained in any of her titles.
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“Who is your Goddess?”
A simple question.
“You are, Goddess.” They answered in unison. Their voices music to my ears. A smile found its way to my lips as I approached the two figures that knelt before me. As I neared them, I revealed a small, oval-shaped paddle in my hand. My intentions were quite clear.
I walked slowly around them, taking in the view. Perfection in the flesh, I could ask for nothing more. When I finished circling them in a predatory fashion, I came to a stop directly in front of them. Neither one looked up as I drew in a purposefully loud breath, tapping the paddle onto the palm of my other hand.
Matthew was poised to my left. Muscular shoulders framed his strong body. It was though an artist had chiseled a masterpiece in stone. Dark curls topped his head, sweat forming across his forehead as he anxiously awaited my command. Ice-blue eyes cast down, as was expected. Next to him, Gordon crouched, mirroring Matthew’s position perfectly. His arms stretched back and upward, hands clasped tightly behind his neck, elbows back. It caused his delicious pectoral muscles to protrude forward and his arms and shoulders flexed with the pose. I could see them trembling, struggling to maintain my favorite posture.
Reaching forward with my hand, I ran my fingers through Matthew’s dark curls, pulling his head back and forcing him to look upon me. His gaze met mine for a few seconds before he automatically deflected his eyes. I traced the muscles of his shoulders with my fingertips down and around toward the front where his abs formed a path toward his proudly erect phallus. Goosebumps formed beneath my touch and Matthew could not help but shudder as I began to warm his flesh with the paddle.
Tap…tap…tap…
A warm, red glow appeared after each soft, strike of the bamboo. I could sense him attempting to anticipate when my first, real blow would come. Instead of giving in to his silent plea, I crossed over to where Gordon waiting patiently for my attention.
Gordon was taller and leaner than Matthew. His broad shoulders topped by his strong neck and sharp jawline, culminating in his perfectly shaped head shaved down to the skin. When I approached him, I could sense his anticipation, but I was not ready to give him what he wanted, yet. His muscles tensed as I ran my fingernails across his hard chest and down to his abs. I briefly wondered how he got his abdominals so very tight. Gordon had an eight pack rather than a six pack, something I had rarely seen other than in the pages of a magazine designed to encourage others to exercise their lives away. Without a thought, I leaned forward and ran my tongue across the top of his smooth head from the forehead to the spot where the bones came together and formed a sharp ridge on the back of his head. He shuddered uncontrollably and I felt him almost release his hands from their place behind his neck.
As I withdrew, I caught Gordon eyeing me, his breath was coming faster. I smiled down at him when I noticed that his cock had become quite enlarged, begging for someone to reach out and touch it. I used my hand to slap it back and forth a few times and was quite pleased that it snapped immediately back into its original position each time. I wrapped my hand around him and gave him a few slow tugs, milking him toward the tip as I did so. Gordon was holding his breath. When I released him from my grasp, he breathed out slowly between pursed lips. I laughed out loud as a look of slight disappointment made its way across his masculine features. Dark eyes begging me for mercy.
Not yet, my lovely. This thought brought another smile to my face. Knowing that he was beholden to no one but me, his Goddess, was truly a magnificent feeling. I began to warm Gordon’s skin in the same manner I had done to Matthew. Gordon’s skin was darker than Matthew’s so the marks appeared an angrier, red color.
Tap…tap…tap…
My tongue ran across my lips as I arched my arm up and brought it down squarely on Gordon’s flesh. The sound was musical. The bamboo paddle made a sharp smack as I landed another blow on the opposite side of his buttocks. Two oval-shaped welts made their way to the surface of his skin, which only served to egg me on. I landed several more alternating blows, the last one forcing Gordon forward, almost to the point where he had to unclasp his hands and reach forward to keep from falling. I watched in fascination as he righted himself using his incredible abdominal muscles and maintained his position. His chest was heaving slightly while he attempted to regain control of his breathing .
Matthew knelt next to him still, frozen in his subservient position. I crossed over to him and trailed the edge of the paddle in circular patterns across his chest before snapping my wrist back and smacking one of his firm nipples and then again on the other side. He drew in a sharp breath between clenched teeth and blew it out as slowly as he could. I continued to trace patterns across his chest, around his shoulders and then down his back. Matthew tensed his muscles in anticipation when my arm arched up and came down in the center of his perfect ass. I arched up again and landed another on the other side, as I had done to Gordon. Always symmetrical, always even, I said inside my mind. My amusement at this thought resulted in another set of punishing strikes onto the backs of Matthew’s thighs down to where they met his knees. I stepped back when I was finished to admire the view.<
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They both faced away from me, strong backs flexing as they framed their heads with their outstretched elbows. Their hands remained firmly clasped behind their necks. I looked upon their tortured flesh proudly; the welted patterns left by the bamboo paddle appeared as though an artist had crafted the dark patterns across their human canvases. I was quite pleased with my work .
As I walked back around to the front of my unquestioning subjects, I tapped them both on the wrists in turn, signaling for them to release their hold and rest their arms. Both men did so immediately, breathing deep sighs of relief as their arms came to rest at their sides. They remained kneeling, awaiting my command.
Without a word, I reached forward and folded Matthew’s cock into my hand, squeezing slightly as I pulled it upward, his member immediately springing back into life. I could see in his eyes, he was begging me not to stop, he was ready for his release, but I was not. I stopped suddenly when he began to quiver in my grip with each stroke. Matthew let out a long, disappointed breath as I moved on to Gordon.
Gordon did not move when I began to stroke him with my hand. A torturously slow and steady pace. His breathing began to become erratic as I felt the tiny droplets of fluid escape from the tip of his organ, he too begging me silently behind dark eyes to give him what he wanted. I decided to finally oblige them both. I signaled for them to stand and follow me to the other side of the room where silk sheets covered the large mattress. I sat down on the edge of the bed and beckoned for them to approach me .
They stood in front of me, side-by-side. Both men were a sight to behold, their glorious erections standing tall and jutting out toward me, longing for my touch. Taking one into each hand, I proceeded to stroke the length of their shafts. Leaning forward, I teased the tip of Gordon’s cock with my tongue, swirling it around the tip and periodically kissing it, the salty taste of his fluids feeding my hunger to have what was mine. I slowly took his length into my mouth, closing my lips tightly around him as I withdrew. Several strokes later, he began to quiver in my mouth. I released Gordon from my mouth and turned my attentions to Matthew.
Matthew moaned lowly as I took him into my mouth. I stroked his length slowly with my mouth, swirling my tongue around his shaft as I retracted, stopping short of allowing his release, he groaned loudly in disappointment. His cock an angry-red color was glistening with my saliva. This image, combined with the view of my two adoring subjects kneeling before me, drove my hunger over the edge.
“My turn,” I stated matter-of-factly. I smiled at them as they looked at me, questioning without words what they were to do next. I reached out and pulled Gordon toward me, my lips meeting his in a deep kiss. My lips parted his with my tongue as I teased him with the tip, running it along his bottom lip, then taking it into my mouth and biting down. Gordon groaned into my mouth. The sound of his pleasure sent swirling heat through me, settling in my groin.
Matthew did not wait for my command, he reached forward and began to squeeze and rub my round breasts. He paid particular attention my nipples, pinching each one between his fingers before leaning in and sucking one into his mouth. When he bit down slightly, I almost melted into the mattress. I released Gordon from my kiss and turned my head around toward Matthew. My lips met his in an equally burning kiss. I felt my excitement building deep inside my core as our tongues wrestled with each other.
I opened my mouth wider to allow Matthew to deepen his kiss. As I did so, I felt Gordon’s hand running down my thighs to my knees. He used his hands to part them and force them wide open. I felt his lips trailing the inside of my thigh, edging closer to my waiting femininity. When he reached his destination, he hovered over me. I could feel his breath beating down on me. I reached my hand up and grasped Matthew by the back of his head, pulling him deeper into my kiss and opening my mouth wider, inviting him to explore. When Gordon sucked my clit into his mouth, I groaned loudly into Matthew’s mouth. Gordon teased me with flicks of his tongue, twirling it around in circular patterns as he simultaneously sucked on it.
Suddenly, Gordon’s fingers found their way inside me with one thrust. My hips rose up slightly to allow him better access automatically. He continued to lick me slowly while he stroked me from the inside with his long fingers, waves of pleasure crashing into me and sending me over the edge. Matthew withdrew from our kiss and bent forward, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, biting down as my orgasm pulled from my limbs into my core. I shook uncontrollably as Gordon continued to tease my clit with his tongue.
“Now, Gordon! I want you inside me, now!” I yelled out. He obeyed immediately, standing before me and guiding my body to turn over. My stomach pressed into the mattress as he pushed me over the mattress, the silk fabric teasing my nipples, I was now at his mercy. I moaned as Gordon thrust his length inside me, filling and stretching me with his impressive cock. As he slid into my deepest desire, Matthew moved around and poised himself above my head. I reached forward and wrapped one of my hands around his thighs and pulled him toward me. He came to rest with his cock in front of my face.
I took Matthew’s phallus into my mouth and began stroking it with my lips and tongue. Matthew let a low sound of pleasure escape his lips as I tilted my head and allowed him to slide all the way down my throat. He began to quiver in my mouth and I could feel him pressing his hips forward with each stroke I made. Gordon’s fingers dug into my hips as he thrust himself deeper inside me, I could sense that he was soon going to lose control. As I continued to massage Matthew with my tongue, I reached around with one hand and grasped Gordon by his firm glute and pulled him into me, arching my back as I did so to allow him to penetrate deeper.
Matthew’s member quivered in my mouth just before he released his salty fluid. I forced my head forward and took him deep as it shot into my throat. Matthew groaned out loud. His hips thrusting uncontrollably forward as his hand found the back of my head and pushed himself deeper into my throat until he was completely spent.
Gordon drove deep inside me once more before finding his release, his seed spilling deep inside my wet pussy. His fingers grasped my hips, fingernails biting into my skin as he shuddered. With one final thrust, he held himself there. When he slid himself out of me finally, a tinge of disappointment crept up. We lay there, breaths coming in quick succession. Sweat and flesh becoming one.
I rolled over and gazed at them both lovingly. Matthew remained silent, waiting for my command. I inched toward the center of the bed and motioned for them both to join me. I lay there in inherent bliss, the two most important men in my life surrounding me with their warm energy. I tilted my head to the side, my eyes fell upon Gordon. I sighed out loud. My hand reached forward and stroked Gordon’s strong jaw as his eyes closed and we drifted off to sleep.
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Their bodies gave me comfort, pressed up against me as I slept. In the distance, I heard a high-pitched and rather redundant beeping sound. It continued to grow louder as it drew me out of my comfort zone. I stood slowly and began to follow its source down a darkened hallway. A tiny, red light appeared in the black, bouncing up and down with each chime. I followed the red light until I felt myself swimming upward, escaping my slumber. When my eyes finally fluttered open, I came to the sudden realization of where I really was.
I still lay in Gordon’s arms, my head resting on his shoulder. He had moved over enough in the hospital bed he occupied for me to squeeze in next to him. I slowly picked up my head and turned my gaze toward him. His eyes remained closed, breathing even. The annoying beeping sound was coming from a large machine on the opposite side of his bed as I was lying. Several clear tubes would their way across to his arm, where they combined into one final tube that was taped securely to his arm.
Briefly, I felt the pangs of guilt in my stomach. It was just a dream, but I still felt bad for having it. I imagined Gordon would not be pleased if he could see inside my mind while I slept. He would, in fact, be quite upset that I continued to indulge in sexual fantasies with Matthew, despite the eve
nts that transpired and led us to the place we were in now. As if I had any control over my dreams. Some people believe that they hold a deeper meaning, perhaps an unrequited emotion surfacing in strange images as we sleep. A Psychologist might analyze my particular dream to include the conflict I was now facing regarding my feelings for Gordon and the whole situation with Matthew. I was skeptical of these ideas. Forcing the thoughts from my head as I carefully sat up, and shook my head slightly to clear my mind the rest of the way.
Gordon stirred slightly as I slipped around the safety rails on the side of the hospital bed and made my way to the bathroom across the room. I suddenly felt waves of nausea washing over me so I picked up the pace, placing my hand over my mouth, just in case. Barely making it inside the door before the contents of my stomach came forth, I had not even had a chance to kneel down as I reached behind me with my other hand and swung the door closed. Vomit splashed loudly into the porcelain bowl as my abdominal muscles clenched repeatedly, a tell-tale sound coming from my throat. I hoped that the sound would not wake Gordon, but knew he would probably hear the awful noises coming from behind the door.
My stomach finally calmed as I gripped the side of the toilet with one hand. I remained on my knees for a few moments longer to make sure that I had nothing else to give to the porcelain god before me. I stood slowly, my legs shaking slightly with the effort, and leaned over the small sink next to me. Splashing some cool water onto my face, I began to feel a little better. I cupped my hands under the running water and carefully drew some into my mouth between pursed lips. I did not swallow it as I was fearful that my stomach would reject that as well. Instead, I swished it around a few times in my mouth before spitting it into the sink. I grabbed a hand-towel that was folded neatly on a shelf next to the sink and patted the droplets off of my face. In an attempt to not look as if I had just lost the entire contents of my stomach, I smoothed my hair down with my hands before turning to exit the bathroom.
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