by Eileen Green
JC was still pulling or pinching her nipples, building up the fire in her breasts, making them feel as if they were heavy in their arousal. He kissed, licked, and nipped at her shoulders and neck, sending chills through her body.
Between the heat generated in her and the tub, Skye thought she might disintegrate right then and there. Sweat sprung up from her pores on the parts of her body that weren’t submerged and she needed some cool air.
Pulling her mouth from Brock’s, she whispered, “I need to get out of here. I need you both, but not in here. It’s too hot!”
Both men pulled away from her before they stood. She stood along with them and looked at both, afraid she might have burst the bubble of desire. JC’s half-lidded gaze was sultry, as he looked her up and down. Glancing down, she saw that both men’s cocks were straining against the skin that covered them, their tips darkened from the blood that had rushed to them.
Brock climbed out of the tub and then helped Skye over the edge. He led her over to one of the chaise lounges that was made for two and he reclined on it, his upper body at an angle. Once he was situated, he helped Skye straddle him.
The cooler air caressed her flesh, but she knew she would be at a fevered pitch soon once they made love.
Again, she rubbed herself on Brock’s long hard cock as it lay against his lower abs. She loved looking at both men in their aroused states as they nearly reached their navels. Brock’s stood nearly perpendicular with his abs, while JC’s jutted out from his body as if it were reaching for Skye.
JC opened the cabinet next to the chaise, pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom, and laid them next to Skye’s leg. He then knelt on the chaise behind her as she lay against Brock’s chest. He bent over her back and laid a kiss between her shoulder blades, a gesture she found endearing of him.
Looking down at Brock, she found him watching her, a smile on his lips. She leaned forward and ran her tongue across his smile, tasting him, filing that loving smile away in her mental file cabinet to pull out in the future when she was lonely.
A warm finger ran down the crevice between her butt cheeks, tickling a bit. Before JC reached the end of the butt plug that she had been wearing since last night, he reversed direction. His finger moved back up to the top of her crack, which caused her to arch her back and her ass to rise towards him a bit.
“Someone’s eager,” JC murmured against her back.
“Oh, yes,” she said against Brock’s mouth. “I need both of you.”
“And you will have us both inside of you in just a bit, sweetheart. Then you will truly belong to us.” Brock peppered her lips with kisses as he spoke. Again, she wanted to believe his words, but something still inside her said he didn’t mean it.
It bothered her that she didn’t believe them, but a part of her had to wonder why she was so adamant about it. Oh, she remembered the arguments her parents had when she was young, her father always calling her mother fat and ugly. However, something else was just out of reach of her memory that caused her to believe no man would want her. She just couldn’t catch it.
Brock’s hand moved down to her pussy and a finger slipped in to find her clit. He began to rub in circles around the swollen nub, stoking the flames within her. She heard herself moan at the sensations that saturated her cunt and she wanted more.
When JC’s fingers touched the butt plug causing it to move within her, her orgasm shot out from her catching her off guard. A cry escaped her even though she remembered where they were.
She rode the climactic waves until they subsided and as quickly as they did, Brock maneuvered her body until his dick was positioned at her pussy opening. Her body sank down the length of him as he filled her up with his thickness until she felt him at her cervix.
“Oh, my! That feels so good,” she gushed. “You fill me up so much.”
“And you grab onto my cock like you’re not going to let me go,” Brock whispered against her mouth. “I could live in you forever, Skye.”
More words that gave her hope, but she still had to resist.
A pressure on her backside told Skye that JC pulled on the offending plug. There was a bite of pain as it stretched her muscles as the largest part of the invader moved past her sphincter. Relaxing, she let go of the plug and she felt relief as it disappeared.
Once it was gone, fingers covered in semi-warm lube began to ring her puckered star. They pushed in and rimmed her before disappearing and returning with more. This happened several more times, JC’s fingers scissoring apart to help keep her open.
Skye felt him shift behind her and then felt the hot slick tip of his cock at her opening. There was a quick moment that she clenched her ass as fear rushed through her, but Brock whispered to her. “Relax, little one. It will go much better if you relax, like we taught you when we’d put in the plug.”
Nodding, she relaxed. Brock’s hand was in her hair, combing through it with his fingers, a gesture Skye found relaxing. JC was also laying small kisses on her back, trying to distract her from what he was doing lower on her body.
The mushroomed head of JC’s cock pushed through her tight muscles and he stilled himself. She knew he was waiting for her to get acclimated to the foreign object now impaled in her ass.
It felt bigger than the last plug, but it was also not cold or as hard as the plug.
“Are you okay, baby girl?” JC asked, his lips on the back of her neck.
“Yes!” she exclaimed in a hushed voice. “I need you to move. Do something.”
He moved again, pressing himself further into her, taking his time. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, but she couldn’t wait.
The more he filled her, the fuller she felt. One cock in her pussy and now one in her ass, she wondered how they would even move. She didn’t have to worry about the dynamics of the act, for the men took over.
JC pulled out until just the tip of him remained, and then he pushed back in. He did this a couple of times, allowing Skye to feel sparks igniting along his path.
After he did this a few times, he held himself within her, and she felt Brock pull out until just his tip remained. They moved in a rhythm. One would move out while the other moved in, alternating so that one of them was always in her.
Repeatedly, they moved, fanning the flames that had been smoldering deep within her. Each scrape of Brock’s cock across her sweet spot was ecstasy while JC struck something within her ass that drove her wild as well.
When she tried to move to speed them up, JC held a hand on her shoulder while the other was on her hip. “Let us do the work, sweetheart. You’re off-balanced right now and we don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
A signal went off in her head at his words. They wanted her to be comfortable in her mind as well as with her body. In a fling, would the man be so concerned?
Letting them take control, she let her body relax between them and just let herself feel. Heat suffused her inside and out. A light sheen of perspiration covered her body and she felt the same on both men.
Brock’s dick slid across her clit with each movement, enhancing the electrical sparks shooting through her cunt. Her pussy throbbed. Her ass throbbed.
Both men moved faster until they both pushed in at the same time, their cocks slamming into her. Skye panted as she tried to catch her breath, absorbing the maelstrom of feelings shooting through her body.
A hand reached down to her clit and she knew it was Brock’s. He pinched the hard-magical nub between his thumb and finger and Skye’s orgasm shot out from her core. Brock pulled her head down to his chest, most likely to absorb her cry of ecstasy as she rode the internal shockwaves.
It felt as if her whole body came as she felt it in her fingers and toes. Even her brain felt as if it was spasming.
When it began to subside, she felt JC tighten behind her and hold himself deep within her. His hot cum bathed her rectum and sent her orgasm spiraling again. Within a few moments, Brock shot his load into her and she felt as if she was on fire from the inside
out.
Letting herself float as her climax faded, she let herself just feel with every fiber of her being.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brock said it was best for Skye to have just a light dinner that evening. Even though there was to be no anal penetration at the dinner the next evening, they were going to clean her out as they would any actress going into a shoot.
Before bed, Skye laid across the spanking bench that looked like a sawhorse with padding along the top for her body to rest on. There were four small platforms, one on each leg for her arms and legs to rest upon, allowing her to rest comfortably on the piece of furniture.
Brock and JC, armed with thick deer hide floggers, worked over her backside. They worked opposite of each other; when one raised his implement, the other brought his down on her. This provided a relaxing effect for her allowing her to drift in her mind.
This was the part of BDSM that she enjoyed. The ability to leave her mind, the everyday tolls of thinking, was a blessing. For just a little while, she left the confines of her thoughts and floated on clouds of freedom.
When she came back to reality, she was in bed between her two men. The sheets were still cool against her backside so she hadn’t been there long; also, heat still covered her from the floggers.
Brock laid on his back to her left, cradling her against his side, her head on his shoulder. “Welcome back, little one,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?”
“Hmm,” she murmured as she snuggled against him. “I need you,” she said even though they had told her they wouldn’t make love to her tonight.
“You need to rest, baby girl. Tomorrow is going to be a long day for you.”
Skye turned to face JC as he spoke. He laid on his side facing her, his head resting on his hand. His other hand skimmed along her cast.
Both men looked relaxed as they lay with her although their bodies betrayed them. They were aroused for their hard cocks demanded release, but they weren’t going to get any satisfaction, just like Skye.
Trying not to pout, Skye laid her head back on Brock’s shoulder. She saw him watching her so she applied a small smile and asked, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’ve earned a spanking, little one, but you won’t get it tonight. You really do need to rest. First thing in the morning, you will have a nice relaxing bath and then a massage. You will be a pampered princess before we ready you for the dinner.” His words were kind and gentle, most likely wanting her to stay relaxed.
Skye had to admit she was terrified of what was to take place tomorrow. She had to wonder why she had even agreed to something so ridiculous, but she had and she wouldn’t go back on her word. However, she was also intrigued.
Brock and JC had opened a world to her that was so foreign, so terrifying, and yet so bewildering, that she knew she wouldn’t be able to go back to a normal life after they left her. She was hooked. She’d have to find a club where she might be lucky enough to find someone to play with her, but she knew she’d never find anyone like both men.
JC leaned up and turned off the two sconces above the headboard with the flick of a light switch posted on the wall. The room became dark save a strip of light that came from where the curtains on one of the windows hadn’t been pulled all the way. It must have been from a streetlight.
Listening to the deep breathing of both men, Skye kept her eyes on the light, trying to will herself to sleep. Slumber didn’t come easy as her mind worked a mile a minute thinking about what would happen tomorrow. She wasn’t sure how long she had laid that way before sleep finally took her.
The bed was empty of Brock and JC when she woke the next morning. A glance at the clock told her it was ten o’clock, past the time the three of them usually rose. Sitting up, she could hear them moving around down the hall and she wondered what they were doing.
She didn’t have long to wait for they both entered the room within moments. Brock carried a tray of food which he brought to the bed and set down in front of her. JC went around the room and opened all the curtains, flooding the room with sunlight. Blinking against the suddenness of the illumination, she eyed what was on the tray.
Oatmeal and coffee, both natural laxatives. At least there was brown sugar for the oatmeal. A groan escaped her as she remembered the unpleasantness that was going to happen besides the relaxing part of the day.
“Eat up, sweetheart,” Brock said cheerfully. “We do have a schedule to keep.”
“What time is the dinner?” she asked as she poured the sugar into the oatmeal. They hadn’t told her that yet.
“It’s at five. We’ll want to have you down there and ready before that.” Brock eyed her. “Are you, all right?”
A slight shrug of her shoulders had Brock’s gaze a bit more intense on her. She knew she had to answer him, and truthfully. “Scared,” she murmured.
JC climbed onto the bed next to her and took her hand in his. “There’s nothing to be afraid of, darlin’. Both of us will be near you and all you have to do is safe word to let us know you’ve had enough.”
Skye knew JC meant what he said, but she knew she needed to do this. She didn’t know why, but she knew deep down inside she had to.
“I know,” she whispered. “I’m still frightened though.”
She watched as Brock knelt beside the bed before he said, “I wish you would be honest with us and tell us why you won’t fully trust us, Skye.”
Staring at the bowl of porridge before her, she tried to keep the memories out of her head. They were dark, back from the time when she lived with her parents. Horrible things that were said during the arguments that went on long into the night.
Skye would hide her head under her pillow to keep out the angry voices, to stay out of their way. It didn’t help when she moved in with her grandmother; the hateful words were still said, but this time to her. She tried hard to leave them in the past. It was better that way.
Now, she wished she could hide herself away from her men’s prying questions. No matter what they said to her, they would leave. Just like…
“Skye?” Brock’s voice broke into her thoughts. Turning her gaze towards him, she saw the concern on his face. “Are you okay? You looked like you were a thousand miles away.”
She nodded, trying to tamp down the thoughts in her head. She wanted them gone. “I’m fine,” she choked out.
Both men looked at her with sad faces. She hated to see them like this, but there was no way that she could put her life in anyone’s hands. Too much hurt had been in her life, and she couldn’t endure anymore. Everyone lied to everyone. Everyone hurt one another. And, everyone left sooner or later.
Looking back down at the tray before her, her stomach twisted within her and she knew she couldn’t eat anything. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to hurt you.”
Brock glanced over at JC before returning his gaze to her. “When you deny your feelings to us, it hurts us greatly. We want to know everything about you, not just the good things. Hopefully one day soon you’ll open yourself to us.”
“Until you can reveal all of yourself to us, you aren’t being truthful with us. Usually, keeping secrets is a punishable offense, but since you are new to all this, we have been lenient. But, I don’t know how long we can keep this up,” JC said as he rubbed her back.
The silence was thick in the air, hanging over them like smog in the LA basin on a summer day. It made Skye bristle being under their gaze. Finally, Brock jumped up. “You still need to eat something. I’ll run your bath the way you like it.”
JC remained next to her as Brock disappeared into the bathroom. He lifted the spoon and brought it up to her mouth and Skye knew she wouldn’t get out of eating.
Her rock star fed her as if she was a child, intermittently raising the coffee mug to her lips. Nearly everything was gone by the time Brock returned. He gathered her up in his arms and carried her to the large jet tub, setting her down inside it.
The smell of vanilla scented the a
ir from the bubbles that rose to the top of the water and burst open. Leaning back against the edge, her casted arm lying on the edge, Skye drifted from the heat that surrounded her.
Both men climbed in with her, JC on her left and Brock on her right. They held her quietly, letting her have her relaxing bath.
When she was ready to get out, they shaved her legs for her along with her underarms. They led her to the shower afterward and washed her hair, which she was getting used to. She loved the feel of their fingers massaging the shampoo into her hair, their slight nails scratching her scalp. When they were done, they dried her and then wrapped her in a terry cloth robe.
After she dozed for a bit in their arms in the living room, she was led downstairs for a massage, which she thoroughly enjoyed before she was taken into a bathroom off the massage room. Both Brock and JC had told her that they would give her the enema before the dinner, but Skye insisted that there needed to be some obscurity between them. So, now a middle-aged woman with a cheerfully attitude was giving it to her.
Once that was finished, Skye felt as if she had already been through the mill, but it was nearly time to get situated for the dinner.
On the fifth floor, Skye was amazed at the detail put into decorating it as if Caesar himself lived there. Rich red carpets ran the length of the hallways over the marble flooring between multiple rooms that were used for various scenes. Gold sconces stood out from the walls while rich drapery hid windows and doorways.
The room she was led to was large. The three sections of folded walls covered by gold trimmed red draperies and the four doors that led to the hallway indicated the room could be closed into four individual rooms. Several fountains were set around the room amid low couches and BDSM furniture. Columns stood sentinel, separating the rooms and completing that ancient Roman feel.
Two black Saint Andrew’s crosses along with several spanking benches and massage tables sat off in one section while hooks had been embedded into the columns to hang ropes and chains. A massive table setup in u-shape sat off to the side of the room, the chairs all around the outside of it so everyone could concentrate on the table that sat in the center a bit away from the main tables.