by Eileen Green
“Then why would you want me naked when you come here or I go to your place?” Her voice trembled with her question
JC smiled at her timidity. “We like to see you naked, baby girl. Your body turns us both on, and pleases us. When you present yourself naked, you are giving yourself to us, even if we don’t make love to you at that time.”
“And, don’t let that brain of yours think that if we don’t make love to you all the time that we don’t desire you, little one. You let that mind of yours go in too many bad directions. You think the worst of everything. You need to stop that.”
Brock had a good point. They needed to find a way to change her way of thinking. They’ll have to work on a plan.
“Yes, sir,” Skye said quietly.
“Good girl,” JC said with a smile. “Now, it’s my turn to make love to you.”
“May I ask a question?” she asked, the hesitation evident.
“Of course. Anytime. There’s no need to be afraid of us.” They had to find a way to get her to relax. JC let his arms roam down Skye’s arms.
“If we’re not going to be in a scene, as you say, all the time, why do I still have to have this plug in me still?” Her face had turned bright red with her question. It was going to take a while for her to get used to all this.
“Brock and I want to take you together, and that means one of us in your ass while the other is in your pussy. We have to train your ass to open up to us.” JC rubbed her arms for he felt her shudder. “Each day, you will wear a larger plug, until you are able to take us.”
Crystal blue eyes flew open larger than JC thought they could. Her mouth was a perfect O at the shock he had thrown at her. “You want me…I mean…you…”
“It’s perfectly normal, baby girl. Once you’re able to take us, you won’t have to wear it,” JC tried to explain.
“Unless it’s a punishment,” Brock threw in from his seat.
Her blond hair fell forward as she hung her head slightly. “This is all so confusing. It’s going to take some getting used to.” Her words were whispered.
“We don’t expect you to rush into anything, Skye. We only ask that you keep an open mind and love us.” If there was anyone with the most to lose out of the three of them, it was JC. He had already lost so much, and giving out his heart again was a large step. He had to hope he was making the right decision here.
“Now, no more talk,” JC said as he pulled her forward and slammed his mouth down on hers.
As she opened to him, he tilted his head to the side to give him better access. Her tongue met his and the two began an age-old dance. Skye’s hands came up to his chest and lightly skimmed across the flesh there.
It was as if she were exploring the area, her fingertips traced the muscular plains. Her thumbs found the small discs that were his nipples and flicked at them. He found the sensation of the action caused his cock to throb even harder than it had been doing.
Ravishing her mouth, he finally pulled back and watched her. Her eyes were still downcast, but he believed she was looking at his chest this time.
It was his turn to be surprised when she leaned forward and ran her tongue across his left pec. She focused on his nip there and used her small teeth to capture it, letting her tongue flick at the fleshy nub.
He groaned at the sensation, letting her tongue go on a sensual safari.
After lavishing attention on the one for several minutes, Skye’s tongue traversed the terrain between the two hills of muscles and paid homage to the other one also. When she moved, her breast bumped against the tip of his dick, which was so hard and sensitive JC thought it was going to explode.
Further shock came when his woman readjusted her position and slid her tongue down the groove between his abs. Her chin first collided with it, which she moved off to the side slightly and teased his abs.
Not using her hands, her cheek pushed his cock away from his body as she nuzzled her nose down between it and his body. When she came to the juncture at his groin, she licked it. His cock leapt at the contact and hit her face. A giggle escaped her.
A beautiful sound. I want to hear more of it!
Her tongue slid up the length of him driving him ever higher until she moved again so she had more room to play with him. As she explored him with her tongue, her hand came and fondled his sac.
Fighting himself so he wouldn’t cum before he wanted to, he grabbed handfuls of the comforter and ran lyrics through his head. Her mouth was magic, much like he had suspected whenever he had seen her on TV.
Now, her tongue circled the spot where his shaft met the mushroomed head. He had to admit it wasn’t the best work done on his cock, but it was Skye’s mouth, and that was the most important part. She would get better with much practice.
Finally, her tongue moved up and found his slit. He knew pre-cum exuded from it, which she found and savored. Moans were sounded from her throat as her tongue kept passing over the spot as if wanting more.
She handled his sac with a loving soft hand, twisting so that his balls were moving around inside the thin skin. When he became hard in his balls, he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. He wanted to be inside Skye, but there wasn’t enough time.
“I’m going to come in your mouth, baby girl! Pull back!” He didn’t want her to swallow him if she didn’t want to, but she surprised him by taking him further into her mouth and sucking on him.
White-hot liquid shot from his balls, up through his shaft, and into her hot mouth. He felt himself jerk with each expulsion, which never seemed to end, his seed spewing from his body with such force his dick actually hurt. Black spots appeared before his eyes as she continued to suck harder, as if she was trying to get every drop of him.
When he finished, he noticed she was still sucking and it hurt quite a bit. “Baby girl, you can stop now.” She didn’t let up. “Skye?” Nothing. “Skye, you need to stop!” He hated to be harsh, but he felt as if his insides were going to come out through his cock.
Her head flew up, the release of pressure on his cock quite harsh. “Sorry,” she whispered.
A flash of hurt in her eyes spoke to his heart. Gathering up in his arms, he held her, smoothing her hair down in the back. “No apologies needed, baby girl. It’s just after we cum our dicks are very sensitive. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
Her head nodded against his chest as JC glanced over at Brock. The man was smiling, but JC could see the concern in his eyes.
Skye was going to need a lot of patience to deal with both of them, but she was well on her way.
***
By the end of the evening, Skye had completed the interview with JC, asking all her questions and surprised that he had answered them. He had even shared things with her that weren’t on her list. Brock had held her while she listened to JC with attentiveness and wonder.
The man had truly gone through hell with his addictions. His wife must have really loved him a lot to suffer through all of it with him. That she had put herself aside while he was on the road and then hearing stories about him sleeping with every female around was even amazing.
Skye hoped she would be able to be in love with a man so much that she could ignore the vilest things said about him.
Chinese food had been delivered earlier and the trio shared it until it was all gone. Now the takeout boxes sat on her kitchen table and the plates on the coffee table.
She needed to get up and clean. Well she needed to clean up the house, and herself. A long overdue shower was needed.
When she rose, she collected the dishes scattered about, but JC bounded to his feet and took them from her. Brock wasn’t far behind him.
Brock stood before her. “You’ve had a very long twenty-four hours, little one. We’ll clean up in here while you go shower and get ready for bed. We’ll tuck you in before we leave you for the night.”
Panic rose within her. “You’re not staying the night?” she asked, mentally kicking herself for the crack in her voice.
; The man’s hand came up and stroked her cheek while JC slid in behind her and let his arms slip around her waist. Brock spoke for the two of them.
“Like I’ve said. It’s been a long day for you. You have a lot to process, not just with the interview with JC but with what we’ve laid on you. We want you to think about all that has transpired between us. I want you to go online to my website and read up about me. You need to know what you are getting into with both of us. We’ll be back late in the morning to see if this is something you would like to become involved in.”
It felt as if a part of her life was being ripped from her. They had gotten her used to them, to their bodies, and their minds, and now, they may not fit together?
She fought back the tears that threatened to spring forth. Brock turned and wrote down the information she was going to need. She intended to do an in-depth study of the man, although she already knew where her heart lay.
After Brock was finished, he placed his hands on both of her cheeks and drew her in closer to him. His lips touched hers lightly. It was more of a caress of lips rather than a kiss.
When he finished, he turned her towards JC who copied Brock’s actions and then he released her. “Get some sleep, baby girl. I’m going to miss you tonight, but you do need time to process everything.”
“Goodnight, little one,” Brock said before he nodded to the bedroom. “Make sure when you’re finished you come out and lock the deadbolt. We’ll lock the door when we leave.”
As if on automation, her feet walked her to the bedroom. Turning once, she saw them both watching her, hunger in their eyes.
She couldn’t understand if they wanted her so much, why were they leaving? They were giving her a chance to continue this or cut it off before they became too involved. That was a surprise.
The shower was refreshing, although she couldn’t stop thinking about her men. Yes, that’s how she thought about them after only twenty-four hours of knowing them. Was she wanting to be with them because they showered her with attention? Or, was she already beginning to have actual feelings for them?
After drying off and donning a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, her usual sleeping attire, she wandered into the living room. She found that room in impeccable condition along with the kitchen. Loneliness blanketed her apartment after having them there all day.
Grabbing her laptop bag from near the door where she had left it, she dug out the device. Turning it on, she let it boot up while she grabbed a partially eaten pint of Ben & Jerry’s Everything But. Extreme chocolate was the answer to everything in life, Skye had found.
With the information from the paper Brock had written on, Skye brought up the website and then put in the membership info. It was a site that required a subscription for each category, but she found that all of them were free for her.
Thinking it was a mistake, she double checked and found her name was on the login. The man had opened his life to her, which meant a lot to her.
There was a link to the inner workings of the video empire Brock had set up along with how the building they worked out of operated. It was a fascinating story.
Once she had that information set aside, she looked for videos with Brock in them. Most of them pertained to dinners set up in a regal fashion where Brock was the host, but there was an added bonus to each of them.
Naked, or near-naked women, and men, served the guests their fare. It appeared that if a guest wanted to fondle them, or more, they were allowed to do so. If service wasn’t conducted properly, or the guest felt like it, there were spankings, whippings, or some other kind of punishment administered.
Skye watched in fascination at the goings on there, but she was mostly drawn to Brock. One or two women acting as entertainment for the crowd in the center of the room.
One scene she watched had a woman sitting on a u-shaped device that vibrated under her. When she was close to coming, Brock would flip a switch and the device stopped, much to the woman’s aggravation. He would start it up again, repeating the scene several times, taunting the crowd to whether she should be allowed to cum, or not.
Skye noticed that Brock could be a cruel taskmaster with these women, but in the end, he would always let them climax.
Also in the videos, usually after everyone had eaten, they took to another room where punishments and sex abounded. But, as Brock had told her before, he played with the women by fondling them, bringing them to their orgasm, or using some type of device to punish them, but he didn’t have sex with them.
Bringing up other categories on the site, Skye watched gangbangs where there were spankings, rough sex, electrical usage, and many other things she hadn’t ever thought of. Other categories had rough sex and such with one woman and one man, while others consisted of men on men shoots.
The one that had her full attention was the one where women were trained to perform these tasks for the videos. They endured several days of training where the man working with them pushed them as far as they could go.
All this intrigued Skye. Sometimes she thought the subs were being treated harshly, but she found that all of it had her libido firing at Mach speed.
Sex wasn’t something she thought about very often because of her inhibitions. She avoided relationships; she didn’t have time for them. She didn’t want to be hurt in the long run.
Was this something she wanted to pursue? Did she chance having happiness even for a little while? Could she trust her heart not to totally break if they left?
Chapter Thirteen
“She’s not answering my texts,” Brock said with concern as he pulled on his leather chaps over his black jeans.
“And, she’s not answering my calls. In fact, the calls are going directly to voicemail.” JC was one-step ahead of him in the dressing department. He already had his helmet in hand and his hair was covered with a skull-decorated bandana.
Giving her full access to the website had been a chance he took, but Brock knew they had to be forthcoming with all information about themselves with Skye. He had watched his own parents keep secrets from each other and then the fallout hurt Brock the most. He wasn’t going to have any relationship he was in marred by secrets.
Fastening the last few snaps, Brock hurried through the task and then slipped into his boots. After tying them, he grabbed his own helmet and they were out the door.
Every time the duo walked through the lobby of the elaborate hotel, people pointed, snickered, and made comments behind their hands. He was used to it, as was JC. They didn’t care.
He had to wonder how Skye would react. She didn’t want to be in the limelight and Brock knew that her weight had a lot to do with it. She had told them that she felt as if people stared at her and made comments.
There was a way to break her of that, and he needed to put a plan together to get her to see her own beauty. He would call the office later and set it all into motion. She would be put on the spot and wouldn’t be able to back out.
That was if she was still talking to them. He worried that she wasn’t responding to them, his fear that she was done with them before they really began.
JC had been quiet since they had left Skye’s apartment the night before. Brock hoped it was from anxiety and not anger for what Brock had done. He couldn’t bear to lose JC as a friend, and that this could cause a rift scared the hell out of him.
The ride to Skye’s was filled with the usual New York traffic. Incessant honking, rude cab drivers, and road construction struck every one of Brock’s nerves. No one cared that they had a woman they had to get to. That the two men’s lives were on hold now because people didn’t care how they drove.
The doorman at Skye’s apartment building remembered them from the previous day. He was overjoyed that JC provided an autographed picture of himself for the man’s wife and promised not to reveal that JC was there. He let them up when they announced they were there to continue the interview Ms. Daniels was doing on JC.
Standing in front of her door marked with her apar
tment number on it, they both breathed in deeply. Brock knocked loudly, or at least that was how it sounded in his ears.
When there wasn’t an immediate answer, he glanced over at JC who was rocking back and forth on his feet. Both had their helmets in their hands and JC looked as if he had a death grip on his. Looking down, Brock found his hands were clutching his so tight, his knuckles were white.
After rapping on the door again, he heard mumbling from the other side. Two deadbolts were released and then the door opened, revealing a sleepy Skye.
Her hair was mussed up, standing up in some places for it looked as if she slept on it before it was completely dry. Droopy eyelids along with a drool spot on her chin attested to the fact that they had woken her up. A cutoff pair of shorts, made of what, Brock couldn’t guess, and an oversized t-shirt with a teddy bear on it clad part of her body.
Her eyes lit up once she saw them, then she must have realized what she looked like. A panicked look swept over her before she took off to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.
The two men glanced at each other before entering.
Brock noticed the laptop open on the coffee table. A carton of Ben & Jerry’s sat next to it. Nothing else looked out of place. He didn’t even see her phone anywhere.
JC went into the kitchen and began a pot of coffee, if the aroma of fresh grounds said anything. They should have stopped to pick up some baked goods, but then again, they had thought she would have eaten by now. It was nearly noon.
The coffee finished brewing and a cup sat on the coffee table when Skye returned. She had showered and her hair was combed back to dry. A pair of jeans clad her legs while a red t-shirt adorned her top. A dab of make-up had been applied though she didn’t need it.
Brock stood as she walked in as did JC. When she got near him, Brock looked for any sign of distress or anger. Not seeing any, he opened his arms up and drew her into him. She walked without hesitation into his arms and wrapped her arms around him. His heart soared.
After he hugged her for a minute or two, she went to JC and hugged him. JC didn’t release her. He sat down with her on his lap while Brock sat next to him. Brock handed her the cup of coffee.