CurvesForHerBillionaireDoms

by Christa Wick

  "Don't worry, love." Daniel coaxed me into a position where I straddled Aldon's hips. "This time you only move how and when I tell you until I say you can move on your own. Now rest your upper body against him."

  Aldon's hand slid down to guide his shaft toward my pussy but Daniel blocked him, laughing again. "Oh, none of that, not yet."

  "Bastard." Aldon's eyes rolled back in his head and he arched beneath me, his cock running against the split of my labia where my swollen clit protruded. "You're such an asshole sometimes, Thor."

  "Mmm…yes, I am. But you're really going to thank me later."

  Air left me in a rush as I realized Daniel's intent. His hands parted my cheeks, the rough pad of his thumb caressing the nervous pucker of my ass.

  "Hand me the box, love."

  My hand shook as I reached out, captured the box and passed it back to him. Half-terrified but trusting Daniel, I buried my head against Aldon's chest. Feeling the soft curl of a tongue against that tense hole Daniel had just thumbed, I moaned softly.

  "Reach between you and stroke baby girl's achy little clit," Daniel directed.

  Aldon complied, moaning with me, and I felt another stroke of Daniel's tongue against that forbidden spot. A fresh quiver rolled up my spine. His thumb replaced his tongue, this time something thick and fluid coating it. He worked the digit in, slow and twisting, retreating then plunging until I rocked with him and begged for more.

  More came in the form of a training plug that he slowly worked into my ass with the assistance of lots of extra lube and my own greedy muscles sucking at it.

  Daniel wrapped my hair around one hand and reined me up. Reaching between my legs, he captured Aldon's cock. Pulling up on my hair, he coaxed me higher then tugged me down onto Aldon's thick shaft.

  Aldon moaned, his fingertips digging into my hips. "Oh, hell, that's tight."

  Still controlling me, Daniel placed one palm against my shoulder. His other hand pressed against the base of the plug still lodged in my ass. "Now you can fuck him, baby."

  Daniel played me like an instrument. A firm press against the plug's base forced me up, Aldon's long, plump cock hooking and dragging. Daniel's palm on my shoulder pushed me down, the fat tip of Aldon's cock a battering ram aimed at my cervix. Up and down, Daniel kept my body moving in a circular, lightly bucking rotation. A sweet, relentless pressure bore down on my ass and cunt, both orifices so full that even my neglected clit felt a phantom rub.

  Fuller than I could have ever imagined, I didn't have a single thought in my head except close.

  Close, closer, almost, a little harder, deeper…

  Cunt throbbing, clit dancing, I cried out at the same time Aldon's fingertips dug deeper into my flesh and his cock twitched inside me. I jerked, my entire center squeezing at his shaft, my interior muscles swollen and sensitive to the slightest movement of Aldon inside me and to the bulging network of veins that textured his entire length.

  Little whimpers of ooh and mmm unspooled from my mouth, my bones and muscles liquefied by the strength of my climax.

  Daniel let me collapse forward for a few seconds, his hand continuing to press against the plug to keep it inside me. Urging Aldon out from under me, he opened another condom and slid it on. Bracing an arm beneath my stomach, he pulled me to him, his shaft sinking sure and deep inside my still pulsing cunt.

  Taking me from behind, the hard muscles of his lower abdomen pressed against the plug, ensuring that the toy mimicked the motion and strength of the in-and out-strokes of his cock. With his body draped over me, I felt and heard every ragged breath he took as his cock jackhammered inside me.

  Aldon kneeled next to us, his hips against my side as he reached beneath me to find my clit.

  That they were going to kill me with pleasure was the last thought that traveled through my mind before another explosive release ripped through me and I passed out.

  **********

  The plug stayed in even after Daniel and Aldon revived me. It stayed in as they bathed me and dressed me, napped and cuddled with me then led me once more to the library.

  I felt like fainting again when Aldon sat me down on the spanking bench. I had been in an almost constant state of arousal the entire day, had more orgasms than I had fingers and the day wasn't over.

  Daniel left to draw Hunter from his study. Aldon moved around the room turning the lights off until the only illumination consisted of two small circles that intersected on the bench from nearby lamps. Daniel and Hunter returned and I quickly realized that my three lovers intended to give me a more thorough and intense lesson of how complete their domination of my body would be.

  Having me stand, Aldon lifted the lid on the spanking bench to remove a small cushion and a smaller box covered in blue velvet. I stared at the other items hiding under the lid, worry fluttering in my stomach. Before the lid closed, I saw paddles, cuffs and other binding strips, plugs far larger than the one then snuggly encamped in my bottom, and floggers, some with soft fabric strips that were knotted, others with thinner strips of leather.

  Did they really want to use all those things on me?

  Taking the cushion, Hunter put it on the floor in front of me and coaxed me into a kneeling position. He ran his hand over my bottom, the same bottom he had thoroughly spanked that morning.

  "Do you hurt anywhere, love?"

  "No," I whispered, my thoughts still on the flogger with the thin leather strips.

  Hunter continued to caress my bottom. "And yet the spanking was intense."

  I nodded. Aldon had placed the velvet box on the bench and was removing his clothes. Daniel had already stripped.

  "It doesn't hurt because it was expertly done." Hunter cupped my chin and pulled my gaze to his face. "Everything in that bench will be used expertly and carefully and only with your consent. And only for your pleasure. Do you understand that, love?"

  I blinked, the tears in my eyes relieved and because I felt these men genuinely loved me. So strange to think that just the day before I never could have imagined such a dramatic change in my life -- at least not so dramatic a positive change. In twenty-six years, I've had the rug ripped out from under me more than once.

  Stroking my cheek, Hunter kissed my mouth as Daniel knelt behind me. I could feel the base of Daniel's erection and his heavy balls pressing gently into the valley between my butt cheeks. A sharp thrill zigzagged up my body, spiking hard along my clit and bringing my nipples to sharp peaks.

  Grinning, Aldon dropped down in front of me, the box open in his hand. Testing one swollen tip, he nodded at Daniel and Hunter. "Thank you, gentlemen. You've made pet's lovely nipples all thick and alert."

  "These are alligator clamps, love." Aldon held shiny silver hardware up, its purpose clear from its design and the area of my body he fondled. Bending down toward my breast, he sucked the nipple into his mouth with a hard pressure that promised to make the tissue swell even bigger.

  At the same time, Hunter and Daniel began to tease other parts of my body. His tongue stroking inside my mouth, Hunter's fingers started a slow dance along my clit. Daniel sucked at my neck as he toyed with the plug in my ass.

  Moans drifted lazily from my throat as a slow undulation guided my torso and arms. I felt the first clamp fastened, then the second. Aldon tightened them, the pressure not yet painful but noticeable. Then he attached a chain that ran between the two clamps.

  His mouth crowded out Hunter's for a few brief seconds to kiss me. I felt the first small weight hooked onto the chain, followed by three more. Breaking the kiss, Aldon finished tightening the clamps until the pressure was a firm pinch and I was exquisitely aware of my nipples.

  My body like a willow buffeted by the wind on a dark night, I moved when my men moved. A little extra pressure against the plug and my hips rolled forward, my head tilting back while a shuddering moan escaped. A curling stroke of a finger along my clit produced a swaying S curve in my spine. A rub of Aldon's thumbs along the barely exposed nipple tips left me tremblin
g and thrusting at the hand against my pussy.

  Standing, Aldon was the first to take a position on the bench, its length supporting his back and his legs straddling it. Bright blue-green eyes glittering in the low light, he watched me as he rolled a condom down his thick shaft. Hunter and Daniel each grabbed an elbow and helped me to my feet, my legs unsteady from my lust.

  They had me straddle Aldon. Daniel rolled a condom down his deliciously long cock, added more lube to its surface and straddled Aldon at my rear.

  Fingering the chain attached to my nipples, Aldon made the small weights dance. "These cannot touch me, pet. You have to hold yourself so that they won't, so you'll feel gravity pulling at them."

  Nodding, I wrapped my hands around the front and back edge of the bench for support. They intended to take me all at once, Aldon in my pussy, Daniel in my ass and Hunter's cock filling my mouth. I sucked a ragged breath in, my body too aroused to feel any fear or hesitation.

  Looking at Hunter standing so close and unsheathed I licked my lips and settled slowly onto Aldon's erection, crying softly with my pleasure as he stretched me.

  Aldon wrapped his hands around my thighs. "Mmm, pet, such a slick pussy, so tight."

  Yes, I already felt filled to overflowing and knew I would only get fuller once Daniel replaced the plug with his cock. He started to ease it from me, taking shallow dips back in as Aldon flicked the weights on the chain.

  I would come quickly if…

  Ooh...too good…so…wait…ooh.

  A shudder wracked my body, my cunt locking down on Aldon and another soft cry leaving my lips. Aldon chuckled. Daniel swatted my bottom.

  His gaze intent even in the low light, Hunter stroked my jaw. "Seems some control lessons are in order. We don't want that lovely pussy coming at the first stroke."

  I lowered my gaze, fighting the urge to argue. We were well past the first stroke!

  Feeling my ass release the plug, I sucked another breath in. Applying more lube, Daniel's fingers filled the space before I could close around him. Groaning, he gave me another swat with his free hand.

  "She seals very quickly."

  I had no idea what he meant, but his tone sounded full of approval. Removing his fingers, he started to push his cock into me. He groaned each inch of the way in, Aldon and I quickly joining in chorus from how tight and gripping my two holes had become. Everything throbbed, nipples, clit, ass. My pulse pounded inside my head.

  Filled and stretched to my limit below, I lifted my gaze to Hunter's face and silently beseeched him to close the circuit. Cupping the side of my face, he stepped closer. His other hand held his cock in offering, just the fat head in reach. I swirled my tongue around the tip, my body starting to rock as Daniel and Aldon engaged in a gentle tug of war. Squeezing at them, I sealed my lips around Hunter, my tongue teasing a pearl of cum from the center slit.

  The men held me tighter, Aldon's hands like vise grips around my thighs, Daniel seizing my hips and Hunter wrapping his hands around the back of my head as he started to slow fuck my mouth. I moaned, one long vibrating thrum of pleasure that had my lovers moaning with me. They thickened inside me. I drew every muscle tighter, milking them, controlling those three powerful men if only for the moment.

  Pressure mounted. I closed my eyes, trying to keep my climax at bay. I could feel, taste and hear everything. The drops of salty cum on my tongue, the pull of the weights at my nipples, the quickening in the breaths they took and my pulse pounding harder and harder as the muscles of my cunt corkscrewed around Aldon's shaft. My channels tight and swollen, they could only let me hold them, the muscles of my pussy contracting wildly, sucking, milking, driving us all to the edge all at once.

  Behind me, Daniel groaned, took one last deep thrust and held. The twitch of his cock inside me was mirrored a second later with Aldon's release, his hips yanked high and suspended. Too much pleasure filling me, I followed after them, moaning around Hunter's shaft as I bucked and came and sucked until he finally surrendered, too.

  Tenderly, they retreated. Last to exit, Aldon took my hand and led me to the couch where he carefully removed the clamps. He sucked at the nipples, rubbing and kneading to lessen the sharp sensation of blood rushing back into them. Hunter covered me with a plush throw blanket then tucked his body against mine, cradling me as Aldon continued his gentle suckling.

  Daniel lingered at the edge until Hunter whispered his regrets along the curve of my neck and returned to his study, leaving me in the capable and loving arms of his friends.

  **********

  Monday came too soon. Hunter and Aldon agreed it was necessary for all of us to put in an appearance at the office. Disagreeing, Daniel wanted to lock me in a safe room, but Hunter and Aldon won out. I won, too, because I had panties and a more modest outfit to wear. I also got to watch Daniel sulk handsomely the entire ride in -- when he wasn't taking his turn kissing me in the back of the limo.

  Our work week had actually started on Sunday. Hunter spent most of the day in his study, excited about something but close-mouthed. Aldon and I combed through personnel files and financial reports because Daniel was certain the postmark on the letter was fake. That meant someone within Whitsun had brought the letter into the building and either slipped it on my desk or slid it onto the mail cart as one of the clerks made her rounds. He had a team reviewing the security feed, but nothing suspicious had been spotted yet.

  Monday followed the same pattern. Finished scouring through expense reports for anything suspicious, I called up the last six months' worth of deleted charge items -- those non-expenses erroneously put on a Whitsun company card but ultimately paid by the employee.

  The report query kept spinning until, four minutes later, it gave me far more results than I expected.

  Fifty-five pages, eight-point font, half-inch margins.

  Ugh!

  "Sorry tree," I sighed and hit the print button. Grabbing my yellow highlighter, I pulled the first sheet off the printer and started reading. Mostly the entries were for morning coffee, the sleepyheads in question sliding the wrong card out of their wallet. I spotted at least three dozen entries for the Starbucks on Twelfth Street, five for the one on Grant. Ready to skip over yet another Starbucks' entry, I froze.

  Starbucks in downtown Tallahassee.

  It was probably coincidence that someone had bought a coffee two states away and thirty miles from my former home town on a weekend, but a chill ran down my spine anyway. I highlighted the entry then typed the personnel number into my computer to see who had made the charge.

  My cell phone rang while I was waiting for the page to load. I looked at the display, my expression souring as I recognized the number to my step-brother's cell phone. Pretty much the last person I wanted to talk to, I answered the call anyway and stepped into the hall outside the executive suite.

  "Hello, Roland." Hoping to avoid the tension his calls invariably provoked, I started pacing the hallway.

  "Hey, Mama Cass, bet you won't guess why I called."

  "Why don't you save me some time then." I ignored his use of the nickname he had given me so many years ago that played off my name and that of a notoriously large singer from some sixties band.

  I knew why he was calling -- money. He had emailed me out of the blue six weeks back with camera shots from his phone of heirlooms that should have been mine, including my dad's service medals. He had lied about having them when my mom died, now he was admitting it but refusing to hand them over and asking me for enough money to cover a storage locker while he decided whether he would be generous and sell them to me or burn them.

  I had sent him a hundred dollars and immediately called an attorney to see what I could do about getting them back. Nothing in a nutshell. Of course, the attorney had charged me one-fifty for the answer.

  "Got a present for you, Cass. All you have to do is walk your lazy, fat ass across the street and collect it."

  The tone in Roland's voice -- familiar since childhood whenever "grown-ups
" were absent -- caused the fine hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. He was a mean bastard and a sadist. He had moved to Atlanta from Florida two years back and probably wasn't even across the street. He just wanted to call and toy with my emotions and make me cross six lanes of traffic for nothing.

  "Yeah, right." I passed through a double set of doors, heading for the front of the building where I could look out the big glass windows. "I'm not stupid enough to believe you'd drive all the way out here or give me something out of the kindness of your heart."

  Reaching the windows, I squinted for any sign of his beat up Buick. Even if he had been there, I doubted I could see the vehicle. Before reaching the street, there was half a football field of parked cars in the employee lot to cross.

  "I've got two boxes of shit for you and a can of kerosene to burn them with if you're not here in ten minutes. Better decide fast if I'm lying, baby sister."

  The call ended. I looked at the time on my phone then back down the hall to the executive suite. Daniel had forbidden me to leave the building without him or Aldon. I couldn't even ask someone from the security team to accompany me instead because they would likely call Daniel first.

  I didn't have the time. Either Roland was lying and it would be a wasted walk with no one the wiser, or I would be too late and would find nothing more than the ashes of the only physical mementos of my father because Roland really would burn them.

  Shoving the cell phone in my pocket, I ran for the stairway, almost broke my neck going down the stairs two at a time in heels, and slid by the lobby security. In their defense, they were supposed to be keeping threats out, not acting as my jailors.

  I made it across the street thirty seconds early and out of breath, but didn't see Roland's vehicle. Before I could dial his number, he stepped out from behind a van swishing kerosene in a can.

  He snorted at me. "Never saw a fat girl move that fast."

  "Where are they?" My fists clenching, I advanced on him. "So help me, if you don't have them--"