by Ramona Gray
No, I fucking well wouldn’t.
“You all right, sweetheart?”
“Fine,” I snapped irritably at Seth. I immediately tensed and fought my urge to cover my ass with my hands. My attitude almost guaranteed a punishment.
To my utter surprise, Seth simply started to undress me while Theo went to the closet. I was naked when he returned and he buckled the collar around my neck and the leather cuffs around my wrists before Seth urged me onto the bed. I was still incredibly close to tears, my skin felt too tight and hot and that lovely feeling I had earlier was a distant memory.
Be a bad girl. They’ll spank you again and you can get it back.
Now that was a very fucking good idea. I suddenly didn’t care that my ass was swollen and painful or that the faint bruises I had from yesterday would become dark purple blotches by tomorrow. I needed that feeling back. I needed it and they were going to give it to me.
I moved my legs restlessly on the bed as Seth and Theo, still fully-clothed, laid down on either side of me. I glared at Theo. “Not going to get naked because you don’t want me to see the bruises on your ribs?”
He arched his eyebrows at me. “Why would I have bruises?”
“Because a fat girl rode you last night?” I retorted.
Seth immediately rolled me to my side to face Theo and I could have crowed with victory even as I was tensing for that first painful slap. Instead of a spank, he kissed my upper back as Theo cupped my breast and toyed with my nipple.
“No,” I whined. “No, not that.”
Oh my God, what the hell was wrong with me? I was acting like a spoiled brat.
“Yes, this,” Theo said.
“I’m being bad,” I moaned and arched my back as Seth licked my spine and Theo pulled on my nipple. “I need to be punished.”
“No, Libby,” Seth said. His hands traced circles on the back of my thighs as he kissed the top of my shoulder.
“Theo, please,” I whimpered. “Please spank me, Sir.”
“No, you’ve had enough spanking for now,” Theo said. He kissed me hard on the mouth, forcing my lips open so he could thrust his tongue between them. I sucked at it before fisting my hands in his shirt and clinging to him. He tasted so damn good and as desire and need burned in my belly, I could feel my frustration melting away.
Seth was lifting my leg and hooking it behind his. He was wearing jeans and the denim made my ass sting, but I rubbed my butt against the bulge of his erection anyway. As Theo trailed his fingers down across my belly, I whispered, “Please, Sir.”
I realized with sudden clarity that I didn’t want to be teased or tormented. If I couldn’t have that floaty feeling back, I wanted an orgasm. Wanted and needed it in a way I didn’t quite understand.
“Don’t tease,” I moaned. “Please, don’t tease.”
“No teasing this time, baby,” Theo whispered into my ear before nipping my earlobe. “We know what you need.”
As Seth reached around and cupped my breast, Theo slipped his hand between my legs. His warm fingers found my swollen clit and he rubbed it with precise strokes that had me on the edge almost immediately. I cried out when Seth pinched my nipple hard as his other hand pulled on my collar and forced my head back. I arched my body, rubbing my ass against Seth’s erection as Theo stroked my clit.
I moaned – or maybe I screamed – both their names as my climax rushed over me and I collapsed in a quivering heap between them. As the high of my orgasm started to fade, I slumped against Theo and tried to bury my face in his t-shirt, but Seth tugged on my collar and forced my head back.
“Is she in subspace again?” He asked.
Theo studied my face before shaking his head. “No, but she is more relaxed now.”
“Good,” Seth said.
I tried to hide my surprise when both men moved in close and cuddled me. Theo stroked my hair and Seth rubbed my thigh and hip as I stared up at Theo.
“Do you feel okay, love?”
“Yes. Why aren’t you fucking me? Did I hurt you yesterday?” I asked anxiously.
He scowled and tucked my hair back behind my ear. “No, you most definitely didn’t hurt me. Also, if I ever hear you refer to yourself as a fat girl again, I’ll spank you until you can’t sit down. Do you understand?”
I nodded, stupidly happy at the thought of being punished by Theo. “Then why aren’t we fucking?”
“Later,” Theo said.
I leaned my head back until it was resting against Seth’s chest. He pressed a kiss against my temple. “How do you feel, Libby?”
I frowned. Why did they keep asking me that?
“Fine.” I hesitated and then said, “What’s subspace?”
“Subspace is a reaction to intense stimuli,” Seth said. “It varies for each submissive but, generally speaking, it’s an awareness change. Lots of subs refer to it as flying or floating.”
I jerked against him. “That – it felt like that for me earlier when you were spanking me.”
He cupped my breast and squeezed it gently as Theo said, “When a submissive goes into subspace, his or her Dom needs to be very careful.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because usually a submissive doesn’t care what happens to them at that point. They’re completely unaware and will let a scene go too long. They can be hurt if the Dom doesn’t know what he or she is doing.”
I shivered and Seth gave my breast another almost soothing squeeze. “That rarely happens, sweetheart. A submissive takes a long time to go into subspace with a new Dom. She needs to feel complete trust with her Dom before she goes into subspace around them. By the time she does, her Dom knows her limits intimately and won’t let a scene go too far, even if his sub isn’t safe wording.”
“Oh,” I said. “But you said I was in subspace earlier and we’ve barely, uh, played together.”
Theo and Seth glanced at each other and I groaned in sudden understanding. “Oh my God, so I’m not just a freak, I’m a super freak.”
“You’re not a freak,” Theo scolded. “Being submissive doesn’t make you a freak, Libs.”
“No, but going into subspace so quickly does,” I argued.
“It’s a bit unusual,” Seth admitted, “but you didn’t go in very deep and you didn’t stay in it very long.”
“I was upset and frustrated when I wasn’t, uh, in subspace anymore,” I said. “It’s why I begged you to spank me.”
I turned bright red and buried my face against Theo’s chest. I smelled pine trees again as I said, “I am a freak.”
“You’re not,” Seth insisted. “There can be a low coming out of subspace – it’s normal. Besides, going into subspace so quickly with me was a gift of trust and I’m glad it happened.”
I sighed and said, “I was feeling stressed and worried and when you started spanking me, even though it hurt, it made all of that fade away. Maybe because it hurt and that was all I could concentrate on, you know?”
“Were you spanked in your previous relationships?” Theo asked.
“No,” I said. “The thought of being spanked and of being forced to, you know, suck on a dick or even being, um, fucked when it wasn’t exactly, uh…”
Oh God, how did I say this without really sounding like a freak?
“When it wasn’t one hundred percent clear that you wanted to be fucked?” Seth asked.
I nodded, my cheeks burning like fire and my entire body tense. “Yeah. Anyway, those things turned me on and I knew that they did, but my previous partners weren’t like you and I was shy and nervous about certain things. Sometimes when I was having sex, I would close my eyes and pretend they were forcing me to have sex with them. It always made it hotter, but I’d feel so dirty after. Like I had used them for something they would never understand and would be disgusted by if they knew.”
I took a deep breath. “My ex, Wayne, he was – was not experimental at all. I had more self-confidence when I started dating him and I asked him one night to pin my arms above my head while we wer
e having sex in missionary style. He would only do two positions – me on top and missionary. I never even tried doggy style until that night in the hotel room with the two of you.”
“Christ,” Theo said in a low mutter.
Libby! Stop talking! You do not have to spill every single humiliating detail.
Inner me was right but I couldn’t seem to stop. There was a cathartic release in telling them.
“Anyway, he did it and it was hot to be pinned down so I asked him a few times to do that. He always would but it started to lose some of its appeal. I guess because it never truly felt real. Like I knew if I actually tried to break free, he’d let me and that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to be…helpless. You know?”
“Yes,” Seth said. He kissed the back of my shoulder as his fingers stroked across my nipple.
“I thought about asking him to restrain me to the bed with handcuffs or ropes, but I couldn’t work up the nerve. But I asked him to spank me once. I’d had a couple glasses of wine and figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask, right? Only, the look he gave me was so humiliating. He couldn’t even hide how disgusted he was by the idea. He said no immediately, and I tried to pass it off as a joke. In the morning, he wanted to know why I would ever ask him to hurt me like that and I – I told him I had more wine than he thought and was really drunk.”
Theo leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “I’m sorry, Libs.”
“It’s fine,” I said. “It’s not a big deal. But it’s why I reacted the way I did when you guys threatened to spank me at the bar that night. My biggest fantasy was just handed to me on a silver platter.”
“I’m glad we could help,” Seth murmured into my ear. His fingers pulled on my nipple and I made a soft moan.
“Are you – are you sure that I’m not a freak for wanting to be hurt?” I asked.
“Positive,” Theo said. “Why did you and Wayne break up?”
I immediately tensed and Seth kissed my shoulder again as Theo rubbed my hip. “Tell us the truth, sweetheart.”
I didn’t want to, but fuck I’d already spilled my pathetic sex experience to them. Why not go for the gold, right?
“When I first started dating Wayne I was thin,” I said. “I had lost a lot of weight, but it took work to stay that way. I was never happy constantly watching what I ate and going to the gym for two hours a day. My career was going well and I was busy with that. Eventually I stopped counting calories and, instead, tried to eat healthy and do some exercising every day. For some people, that’s enough. It isn’t for me, and I gained the weight back until I was my normal size.”
Theo and Seth didn’t reply and I said hastily, “I’m very healthy. My blood pressure is good and my cholesterol level is completely normal and - ”
“Libs, stop,” Seth said. “Your health is your own business, not ours. We’re not judging you for anything.”
I blinked at him in surprise before continuing. “Right. Well, anyway, Wayne didn’t seem to be bothered by my weight gain. We still had sex and he never called me fat or anything. But then we started having sex less and less. I blamed it on how busy I was with building my career, and Wayne was, well, he was pretending to try and open his own restaurant. I never even thought it was because of my weight gain. Then I came home early from work one day and found Wayne banging a younger and thinner woman in our bed.”
“Asshole!” Theo snapped as Seth made a sound of disgust.
“I broke it off with him, obviously, but I asked him why he cheated. I thought he would say because I spent so much time and energy on my career.” I laughed bitterly. “I couldn’t have been more wrong. He said it was my weight. He said that he was tired of being that guy with his friends – the guy who had a fat girlfriend and all his buddies felt sorry for him and were secretly glad it wasn’t them. He also said that I…”
I trailed off and Seth rubbed my back. “Tell us, sweetheart.”
“He said that I was so fat it hurt him when we had sex and I was on top,” I said. “He said that he had a cracked rib from letting me ride him.”
“He was lying,” Theo said.
“He went to the doctor,” I replied.
“I don’t fucking care if he went to the doctor or if he did have a cracked rib,” Theo snapped. “He didn’t get it from you riding him.”
“Fuck,” Seth muttered, “so, that’s why you freaked out about sitting on Theo’s face and about being on top.”
“I don’t want to hurt you like I hurt Wayne,” I said. “It’s humiliating and - ”
“He was lying,” Theo repeated.
“He wasn’t as big as you are,” I said. “He was taller than me but I probably weigh more than him now and - ”
Theo cupped my face, his fingers digging into my cheek as he forced my head up to look him in the eye. “Look at me, Libby. You are not too heavy to ride a man’s dick, and you’re going to ride both Seth and me repeatedly until you believe it.”
“I don’t want to,” I said.
Theo gave me a predatory grin that both unnerved me and lit up my nerve endings with lust. “You don’t get a say in the matter, love. You belong to us and we’ll fuck you however and in whatever position we want. Is that clear?”
I swallowed and licked my lips. “Theo, I don’t - ”
“Is that clear?” He repeated.
“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
“Good.” He bent his head and sucked my right nipple into his mouth. He bit it hard and I cried out, my back arching as Seth pulled my legs apart and pushed his hand between them. He cupped my pussy, rubbing it almost angrily as Theo licked away the sting of his bite.
“Seth,” he said, “I want to use the clamps on her tonight.”
“Fuck, yes,” Seth said. “Get her nipples nice and hard while I grab them from the - ”
I blushed furiously when he was interrupted by the loud growling of my stomach.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Did you eat dinner?” Seth asked with a frown.
I shook my head. “No, I worked late and then I wasn’t hungry. I’ll have a bigger breakfast in the morning.”
“No,” Seth said. “You need to eat, Libs.”
“I don’t,” I said as I rubbed the bulge at the front of Theo’s jeans. He groaned and Seth gave him a warning look.
“Hey,” I said when both men pulled away from me, “I don’t want to stop.”
“Not your decision, remember, love?” Theo said with a wicked grin. “Besides, I should go and grab the tree. It’s still strapped to the top of the car.”
I gave him a blank look as Seth said, “On your hands and knees, sweetheart.”
My stomach made a happy little flip of excitement. Seth had changed his mind and even though I was hungry, I wanted his dick a whole fucking lot more than food. I climbed to my hands and knees and spread my legs eagerly when Seth pushed up behind me.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Spread your ass cheeks for me.”
I gave him a startled look, my gaze dropping to the plug he held in his right hand. “What?”
“Spread your cheeks, sweetheart.” He tapped my burning ass with the end of the plug. “We’ll pop this in and then I’ll make you something to eat.”
“You’re going to make me wear the plug while I’m eating?”
“Yes,” he said. “Now, take a deep breath and try to relax. This one is a bigger size than yesterday’s plug.”
“Fuck,” I muttered but I grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them apart as Seth spread lube over my anus and the plug.
“Ready, sweetheart?” He asked.
“Is anyone ever ready to have a plug stuck in their ass?” I asked.
He laughed and kissed my lower back. “You’re my good girl, Libs. Relax, please.”
I tingled with happiness when he called me his good girl and buried my face into the quilt as Seth eased the plug into my ass.
“Oh my God,” I moaned.
Theo reached under me and pinched my nipples hard. The sharp
pain distracted me from the dull pain in my ass and I gasped and tried to wiggle away. He slapped my dangling breast and wound his hand in my hair, yanking my face up until I was staring at him.
“Be good, Libby,” he warned as Seth pushed the plug in deeper.
“I – I am, Sir,” I gasped.
“There, how does that feel?” Seth asked as he patted my ass cheek.
“Uh, good, I think,” I said. He pushed on the plug at the same time Theo pulled on one nipple and I cried out like a needy cat. “Oh please, I’m not hungry. Please!”
“Liar,” Seth said and gave my throbbing ass a hard slap. “Let’s go to the kitchen, sweetheart.”
Theo helped me off the bed but shook his head when I reached for my clothes. “You don’t need them.”
I balked immediately. “I can’t walk around naked.”
“Why not?” Seth asked. “The blinds are all closed. No one to see you but us.”
“I can’t,” I repeated. “I don’t want to safe word so please don’t make me go naked.”
Seth nodded and stripped off his shirt. “You can wear this but no bra or panties. Clear?”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” I said gratefully. I tugged his t-shirt over my head. I was afraid it would be too small, but it was actually too big and fell to mid-thigh. I felt much better even though the plug in my ass made it feel weird to walk and it would be even harder to sit.
“Ready?” Seth asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I replied.
He took my hand and I followed him and Theo out of the bedroom.
Chapter Seven
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to hang balls when you’re doing that?” I said.
Theo laughed and squeezed my tits again, rubbing his crotch against my ass as I stood on my tiptoes to hang the round silver ornament on one of the branches. His movement jostled the plug in my ass and I couldn’t help but moan.
“Someone’s getting horny,” he said.
“I’ve been horny since I got here,” I replied. “But someone made me eat dinner first and then someone else made me decorate their Christmas tree.”
“Hey, it can’t be sex, sex, sex all the time,” Seth said as he crawled out from under the tree. “We’re not just dicks for your pleasure, you filthy girl.”