by Sophie Oak
“You’re killing me, baby. Finish what you started. Undress me.”
“I wouldn’t want to kill you.” The shy girl seemed to be gone, and a playful siren was in her place. Yeah, she was going to give him hell, and he would enjoy every minute.
She undid the buckle of his belt. She dropped to her knees, and he couldn’t help but hiss a little as she undid his fly and brought down the zipper. She unwrapped him like she was unwrapping a Christmas package. She licked her lips as his cock bounced free.
It was definitely time to start taking control, or she would unman him.
“That’s enough, Hope. Let’s start this little scene of ours.”
She frowned, but sat back on her heels.
James kicked out of his boots and got out of his jeans and boxers, deeply grateful to be free of the confines.
“Have you ever been tied up, baby?” He needed to assess just how little she knew. Hope seemed so innocent.
“No.”
He was deeply grateful. He wanted to be the first. He wanted to introduce her to how much fun it could be. “I want to tie you up. I want to restrain you so I have total control over your body. I don’t want to do this for me, although I will enjoy it deeply. I want to do it to bring you pleasure. If it scares you or makes you upset, then it isn’t doing what it’s supposed to. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Hope, I want a verbal answer.” He would have to ease her into play. He might not be a full-time Dom like Trev, but when they were playing, he wanted respect.
“Yes, James.”
“Good. Then put your hands behind your back, lace the fingers together.”
She caught her breath but did as she was asked. She was beautiful sitting there, her breasts thrust out, her chest rising and falling with each breath. James walked to the wall Beth had so cleverly hidden and pulled out some thin rope made of jute. Trev, it seemed, was a practitioner of Shibari, or as James liked to call it, the fine art of tying up a lady.
He caught sight of his brother staring at Hope like he wanted to get to his knees and worship her. But it was James’s turn. He wasn’t going to call his brother in. He wasn’t going to have Noah hold her wrists as he bound her. He wasn’t going to have her suck his cock while his brother worked a plug in her ass.
He wasn’t going to do any of that.
He forced himself to get to his knees and bind her hands behind her back. He wrapped the rope around her wrists, forming a bowline knot. He tied it off, testing it to make sure it couldn’t cut off her circulation, and then leaned back, admiring the arch of her back and how it flowed to the globes of her ass.
“Spread your knees a little more, baby.”
Hope pressed her knees out. The dimples above her ass deepened. James couldn’t help but run his hand down the length of her spine. “Have you ever had a cock in your ass, Hope?”
She was quiet for a moment and then a hesitant, “Yes.”
He was a bit surprised, but he didn’t know everything about her. She was twenty-seven years old. She wasn’t a kid. “Did you like it?”
Her hair shook. “It hurt.”
“It’s not supposed to. How long did you wear a plug?”
“I didn’t. It…was a mistake.”
There it was. A tiny shake of her shoulders. She got upset when she talked about certain things, and this seemed to be one of them. Hope’s past was starting to be a mystery he had to solve. Someone had hurt her. The thought made him want to find that someone and beat him to death, but he needed to deal with Hope. “I want to play with you today. I want to show you that it doesn’t have to hurt.”
“Had many cocks shoved up your ass, James?”
He stifled a laugh. She was a smart-ass, and she’d just given him a very good reason to put his hands on her ass. “No sarcasm, Hope. Lean forward. Put your ass in the air.”
“I already got a spanking today.” Her bottom lip quivered sweetly.
“Well, you’re getting another one because you didn’t learn your lesson. It’s a count of twenty right now. Would you like to make it thirty?”
She huffed a little and leaned forward, her ass on perfect display.
“Well, hell, baby, Noah didn’t even leave a mark.”
“I was trying to be careful with her,” Noah said, his voice a low growl.
“Well, now, there’s careful and then there’s perfection.” James pulled his hand back and smacked that gorgeous ass.
Hope whimpered as her flesh flushed to a nice shade of pink. James struck three times in rapid succession, varying the strength of his hand.
“This is what we call an erotic spanking, baby. And before you ask me, yes, I have had this done to me. Noah and I met a very nice Dominatrix who taught us a few tricks, but she used the other one as an example. Oddly enough, I think we were better at the techniques we had applied to us. I took the spanking, and I’m awfully good at giving them.” He went in for another round, the sound of his hand on her flesh filling the room, accompanied with her breathy little cries. “This spanking should heighten your arousal. The pain blends with heat until you can’t tell the two apart and everything is just a sensual experience.”
He struck the center of her ass. There was a fine sheen to her backside as he continued on, but he could smell the sweet scent of her arousal starting to flow. She’d stopped tensing at each blow as he hit seventeen and eighteen. She relaxed down and took the last two with a breathy sigh.
Later, he could introduce her to the pleasure of a single tail. Hope was perfect.
“What was Noah good at?” The question came out on a sensual little huff.
James snorted. He couldn’t help it. “You want to tell her?”
Noah was as red as Hope’s ass. “I…well, I…I lost at cards and I…I’m really good at anal sex.”
Hope’s laughter filled the dungeon. James joined in.
Different. It was so damn different than his other experiences. Hope made him laugh. The sound of her laughing made him feel buoyant and young.
“What Noah doesn’t know, baby, is that I cheated at cards. There was no way I was taking that plug.” James grinned at Noah’s offended gasp. “But if you want me to try it, I will. I’m a little older and a lot more open.”
“It sounds like Noah’s the one who’s more open.”
God, he was crazy about her smart mouth. He leaned over and kissed the cheeks of her ass. “Let’s see how open we can get you. Stay in this position.”
He got to his feet and found the offered plug set. As Bo had said, they were neat, clean, and sterilized for use. Trev was a perfect host. He thought briefly about the ginger lube but decided he wanted to keep his head on his body. Later. A simple water-based lube would work today. And a small plug. He didn’t want to scare her. He needed to make her like this. Noah might be better at anal than he was, but it couldn’t be by much. He loved the way a perky little asshole opened to take his cock. Sharing that with Hope would be so good.
He got back to his knees, well aware that Noah was looking on, his face back to being grim and dark. He wanted to be involved. Well, he should have damn well thought about that before he’d fucked Hope earlier.
James gently pulled apart the cheeks of her ass. Damn, that was pretty. Her asshole was pink and looked tighter than any fist. She was small, and he would have to be careful.
“I’m going to use some lube first, and then we’ll settle this little plug in. Are you all right, Hope?”
“I’m a little nervous,” she admitted.
But she was still aroused. He let his hand slide down to her pussy. She was soaking wet. Every inch of that pussy was swollen and wanting. He split her labia, pulling the petals aside and delving into her cunt with a single finger. Heat surrounded him. She was blazing hot. Whatever anxiety she had, she still wanted him. He slid the pad of his finger over her clit. Pleasure. That was what she needed. A little starter orgasm would make everything easier.
“Relax.” He made it an order.
He was starting to understand her.
Hope’s shoulders lost their tension. Her eyes closed, and her knees spread a little wider.
That was what he wanted. Trust. He worked his thumb into her cunt, allowing two fingers to slide over her clit. Cream coated his fingers. So fucking wet. She started to move, to try to take him deeper.
He smacked her already-sensitive ass. “You stay still. Take what I give you.”
“It’s hard. It feels so good.”
“Has you taking control worked before?” He would bet his life the answer to that would be no.
“No,” she murmured. “Nothing worked until this morning.”
Noah wouldn’t have allowed her to control the sex. He might have been Ally’s lapdog, but he seemed to want more from Hope. Noah seemed a bit harder than before.
“Then you do as I tell you, and I promise I won’t stop until you’re satisfied. I’ll give you what you need.”
She stilled beneath him.
James went to work. He pressed his thumb in, rotating and opening her up. He caught her clit between his two fingers and pressed, pinching at it as he hooked his thumb and rubbed her G-spot.
Hope’s mouth opened, and a little cry let James know he’d hit the perfect spot. Her body shuddered as she rode out the orgasm. Arousal poured out of her, coating his hand and permeating the air. Her scent was like a drug, making his cock jump.
How long was he going to be able to hold out?
When the shudders stopped, he pulled his hand out and, without a single self-conscious thought, licked his fingers, tasting her for the first time. Tangy and sweet. Like Hope herself. He sucked her cream off his fingers.
“You taste like heaven, baby. I can’t wait to get my tongue on you.”
Her little sigh told him she was interested in that prospect. But he had something to do first.
“This is going to be a little cold at first.” He dribbled the lube right over her asshole. She whimpered a little. Those sounds she made were killing him. How would she sound when he had her on a cross counting out lashes in that sweet Southern voice of hers?
He picked up the small plug and fitted it to her asshole. The small puckered hole was closed, but he knew it wouldn’t stay that way. He rimmed her with the plug, opening her in tiny increments. He could see his cock there. When he fucked her ass, he would take it slow, and he would watch as his cock sank in, disappearing into the hot recess of her ass. He would push in until his balls caressed her flesh, and then he would watch as he pulled out. He would watch that same asshole that had tried to keep him out, fight to keep him in. He would watch and memorize every moment. It would be a beautiful thing, the ultimate trust.
He pressed in, the plug finally gaining ground. Hope moaned, her ass twitching.
“Almost there, baby.”
“It feels weird.” A fine shiver went across Hope’s skin.
“But it doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No,” she admitted. Her voice was tight. “It’s odd, but it doesn’t hurt. I don’t know. But don’t stop.”
He wasn’t about to stop. He slid the plug home, seating it deep in her ass. He looked at it for a minute. The flat base was neatly pressed between the cheeks of her ass.
His cock throbbed. She was absolutely perfect. Never in all his thoughts about her had he imagined he would get her in a dungeon. He’d thought about fucking her and cuddling her and sharing a life with her, but not this. When he’d thought about getting married, he’d figured he would have to give up this part of his life, but now he wondered why.
His wife should know all of him. His wife should love all of him. If Hope could accept him, the dark and the light, maybe they could be happy. Maybe they could be more.
He helped her to her knees, her eyes slightly dreamy. He’d given her that. A whole fucking year wasted because he’d thought he had nothing to offer her. This. He could offer her this.
He leaned forward and kissed her, a sweet brushing of lips, ignoring the desperate calls of his cock. He took a moment to hold her, her bound arms forcing her nipples out to poke at his chest.
“Are you all right, baby?”
There was a soft little smile on her face. “I’m lovely. James, you said I tasted good.”
He kissed her again, opening her mouth under his and letting her taste herself on his tongue. “You taste like heaven, baby.”
Her nose nuzzled his. “I want to taste you, James. Please.”
He got to his knees, his cock finally taking over. She’d asked so sweetly. He wasn’t about to refuse her.
Chapter Eleven
Hope’s head was still reeling as James stood and took that gorgeous cock in hand. She looked at it. It was really a work of art. Long and thick and the nicest shade of purple. The crown of his cock was perfectly shaped, and there was a drop of pre-cum seeping from the head.
He wanted her.
She wanted to touch him, but her bound hands wouldn’t allow it. It was just as well. If she could, she would caress him, selfishly exploring every inch of that bronzed skin covering muscled flesh. He was one amazing cowboy. Lean and tight, he’d earned his physique through grueling daily work. She wanted to run her tongue over the notches at his hips.
But more than anything, she wanted to please him as he’d pleased her.
Her body still hummed from the orgasm he’d given her. And he’d been right. Tying her up and forcing her to remain still had helped enormously. She hadn’t been able to think about anything but what he was doing to her. He’d forced out her self-consciousness and her doubt. Without the use of her hands or the ability to move, she’d had to be in the moment. There hadn’t been a thought in her head beyond James, his touch, his voice, the heat of his skin.
She didn’t even mind the plug. She hadn’t told James, but her only experience with anal sex had been horrible. She’d been drunk and stupid, trying to obliterate herself. So dangerous, but with James she felt safe. She was safe. At least her body was safe. Her heart was in serious damn jeopardy and from more than one source.
Noah was watching. Noah was here, but he couldn’t touch her. And she wanted him to.
“You want to taste me? I want that, too, baby. But I’m not coming in your mouth. Not this time.” He stroked that hard cock, his balls tight against his body. “This first time I want to be deep inside your pussy.”
She couldn’t imagine anything better. Until she caught sight of Noah. Being between them would be perfect, but she would have to work to bring them together. James was still far away from that.
Noah gave her an encouraging wink. He wanted this, too.
Hope took a deep breath, uncertainty crowding her again. Christian had never wanted a blow job. When she’d offered, he’d told her only whores did that. “I don’t know that I’m very good at this.”
James’s hand found her hair. Noah would have tightened his hands and told her not to talk bad about herself, but James smiled down, his face soft, his hand smoothing over her hair. “That doesn’t matter, baby. All that matters is that you want to. Hell, I bet you’re really good at it. And it doesn’t take much to please me. I promise it’s going to be okay.”
Tears pricked at her eyes. He was so gentle when she needed it, as though he could read her emotions and cared enough to give her what she needed. Somehow, these two brothers who could barely stand to be in a room together managed to give her exactly what she needed, when she needed it. Earlier it had been Noah’s outrageous dominance that had pulled her from the edge. Now James’s understanding made it easy to lean forward and let her tongue find his cock. She swiped the drop of pearly cream up, tasting his essence. Salty. Savory. James.
He groaned a little, thrusting forward. “See, that is working, baby.”
It was. Another drop leaked from the slit of his cock. His cockhead seemed to pulse her way like a compass pointing north. She sucked the head into her mouth and whirled her tongue around.
So good. She was so aware. Aware of her own body and not jus
t the task at hand. She was aware of the hard wood under her knees and the rope that held her wrists together. She was aware of the soft tickling of her hair caressing her back and the hard thrust of the plug that claimed her ass. Every inch of her body seemed awake and alive.
James buried his hands in her hair as he started to thrust lightly in and out of her mouth. She opened her jaw, trying to take him deeper. He was so big. She groaned as he forced another inch or so in. Her mouth was full, and she didn’t think she had half of him. She worked her tongue, trying to suckle every bit of soft skin she could.
His hips pivoted. “Damn, girl, you’re killing me.”
He pulled out and then slowly thrust back in. Hope lapped at his pre-cum before sucking him inside, hollowing out her cheeks. She tried to relax and take more than before. Another hot inch and then another. He filled her, tickling the back of her throat. His cock pulsed inside her mouth. She could guess what that meant, and she wanted it. She wanted his cum coating her tongue, shooting down her throat. She wanted to walk around with his cum in her belly, his taste on her tongue.
James pulled out abruptly, a curse on his lips.
She looked up, doubt flooding her again. “Did I do something wrong?”
His breath sawed in and out of his chest. “We’re going to have to work on your self-esteem.” He palmed his cock, though he held his hand still. “No, Hope, you just about unmanned me. One more suck from that sweet mouth and I was going to blow, and I promised not to do that until I’m inside you.”
He took a long breath and disappeared from view. She felt a flick across her skin, and her hands came undone. James picked her up like she weighed nothing, one arm around her back and the other under her knees. He cradled her to his chest.
“I want you to hold on to me this first time. Later I’ll fuck you with your arms and legs tied down, but now I want you wrapped around me.” He placed her on the bed, following her, covering her body with his.