by Opal Carew
“God, yes.” Ty reached up and clasped Noah’s face in his hands. “I want you both. Don’t you get it?”
Noah nodded, but Ty could see that his Master didn’t believe it. Sex wasn’t going to convince him. Only time could do that.
Chapter Two
Damn, she needed this. Tasha adjusted her blouse and studied her reflection. Ty was right. The schoolgirl look on her was sexy. She liked the way the skirt flared out, its red-and-green plaid giving her a festive look. The white satiny blouse was too tight but Ty’s note had said he’d bought it that way on purpose.
Once Noah had told her that Ty had reserved a spot at Master A’s house for the weekend, she hadn’t been able to think about anything else. Of course, both Noah and Ty had made her wait, keeping her on edge all week.
Now they were here, in this beautiful home with solid wooden furniture in every room and eye rings on every ceiling. Master A had been the perfect host, his dark eyes studying her carefully, since she was an unknown to him. Apparently his concerns were alleviated, because he smiled and shook her hand to welcome her.
Ty and Noah handed her off to Sasha Paulus with a list of instructions and a kiss from each of them.
Though Ty had dominated her on occasion over the last two weeks, the instructions she’d received indicated that tonight he was taking it to a new level. She frowned at her reflection. Neither of her new lovers had demanded too much, always keeping their times in bed together light and easy with just a hint of kink. And they hadn’t made love to her at all last week. Not that she’d felt left out of anything, but it had been clear that they weren’t going to push her into something she didn’t want to do.
Tasha was well aware that this wasn’t satisfactory to any of them. Noah was a hardcore Dominant with a taste for bondage and roleplaying. Ty was a switch who had been a submissive for years and wanted to break out as the Dominant she knew he could be. And she was a new submissive, hungry for the kind of experiences the two men could give her.
Yet all three of them had been cautious, almost hesitant to step into the kinkier side of their connection. Tasha wasn’t stupid. She was pretty sure the two men were being careful because of her. So tonight was important. She wanted to dive into what they had to offer and learn to trust them the way she’d always dreamed of trusting a partner. Or two partners in this case.
A knock on the door brought her out of her thoughts. “Are you ready?”
“I think so.” Tasha opened the door and gripped Sasha Paulus’s hand. “I’m scared to death.”
Sasha grinned. She had the most beautiful dark eyes and smooth brown skin. Her white peasant blouse was loose at the neck, revealing the swell of her breasts, and the belt at her waist emphasized her curves. Short, sassy and fun, Sasha had known Tasha when they were both younger, but they’d lost touch until they’d run into each other at a club in Los Angeles during Tasha’s submissive training.
“Well, I did warn you,” Sasha said, and fiddled with Tasha’s collar.
And she had. Sasha had warned her that breaking up Ty and Noah might be more of a task than Tasha was able to accomplish. She’d also said that Noah might be more of an asset on her side than Tasha had believed. It seemed like a million years since that fateful plane ride.
“What do think of this, Sasha? You’ve known me and Ty forever.” Tasha licked her lips. “Do you think we’re crazy to try to make it work with the three of us?”
For a moment, Sasha studied her, searching Tasha’s face with an intense stare. Then she answered quietly. “I think you’d be crazy not to try.”
Tasha swallowed. “I’m so fucking nervous.”
“You should be. I’ve seen the itinerary for tonight’s entertainment.” Sasha linked her arm through Tasha’s. “Ty looks positively evil, and for once, I’m jealous.”
“Liar. He’s not your type.” All Tasha wanted was to focus on something else instead of the butterflies in her stomach.
“So you think you know what my type is, do you?” Sasha bumped her hip against Tasha’s. “I can’t wait to hear this one.”
“Totally alpha but quiet, contained. Someone very serious.” The description fit Sasha’s brother, and Tasha had always believed that Atticus, or Master A, was the kind of Master any submissive would want, including Sasha.
The smile dropped from Sasha’s face. “You couldn’t be more wrong.” And for a moment Tasha wondered at the brief flash of hurt she noted on her friend’s face. But then the expression was gone. “I’m an equal-opportunity submissive. Any Dominant who can get me off will do.”
Lie. That was a bald-faced lie. She stopped and gripped Sasha’s arm. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
Sasha opened her mouth and then shut it. She cleared her throat and Tasha thought she’d hear what was really going on. Instead, Sasha said, “Have I distracted you enough? It’s time.”
Time? Time for what?
A door opened on Tasha’s left and Noah appeared.
Holy shit.
Noah was decked out in a three-piece suit complete with a solid-red tie. His black shoes were polished and all his tattoos were covered. He wore no piercings in his ears and he looked as if he belonged in a high-powered conference room.
When he approached, he wore a stern expression but was completely devoid of any other emotion. “The principal will see you now.”
Tasha blinked and stepped forward. Noah didn’t touch her as he stood aside to let her pass into the room beyond. When she scooted by him, he whispered, “You’re in trouble now.”
Those words electrified her and she struggled to catch her breath. She entered the room and glanced at the decor. A solid wooden desk dominated the room and a spanking bench to the left of it seemed to be part of the background. On the right of the desk was a table with a dark-blue tablecloth that held several items.
None of them looked comfortable.
There was a paddle about the size of a ping-pong paddle with the words “Bad Girl” cut out on it. There was a long stick that looked like a willow branch. A white cane stretched horizontally over more than half the table’s length. Lined up neatly in a row were about twenty clothespins.
Seated behind the desk, Ty seemed to be focused on papers in front of him and didn’t look up when she entered the room. “Sit down, Ms. Sears.”
There was a plastic chair facing the desk, and she carefully lowered herself into it. Her skirt was so short that it was a challenge to keep it over her ass when she sat. Ty still didn’t glance her way, and she began to feel nervous and uncomfortable, even though she knew this was a scene, that she had a safeword and that Ty would never hurt her in a million years.
“Mr. Dreyfus, would you please tell me the rules Ms. Sears has broken today?” Ty’s voice was flat, his gaze still on the papers.
Tasha jumped when Noah gripped her arm and yanked her to her feet. “Her skirt is too short and her blouse is too tight. Definitely not according to our dress code.”
Considering she’d dressed according to Ty’s instructions, she involuntarily spoke. “Hey, wait a minute—” The words died in her throat when Ty finally looked up.
His eyes glittered and the stern expression was borderline scary. He looked angry. It was hard to remember that this was roleplaying. Damn he was fucking good at this shit.
“Have I given you permission to speak?” Ty snapped. “I’m beginning to think Mr.Dreyfus is right and you are a troublemaker.”
Her cheeks burned. The bastard. He just wanted to punish her. She hadn’t done anything wrong. She tipped her chin and glared at the principal.
“Look at her. She’s defiant and disrespectful,” Noah said, and shook his head.
Ty sighed. “She will have to be punished. That offensive skirt. You can almost see her pussy. I think she’s flaunting herself. I will have to teach her the consequences.”
She couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t mean he was going to fuck her. He did. Anticipation whipped through her and she took a step tow
ard him. Noah pulled her back and pushed her into the chair. “Yes, she needs a lesson.”
“Mr. Dreyfus, you may choose one item for her punishment and she will choose the second.” Ty’s stare was cold, and Tasha shivered. She struggled to remember that it was a part he was playing, that this was a game.
Ty rose and walked around the desk in front of her. He bent down and whispered in her ear. “Tasha? What’s your safeword?”
“Persimmon, Sir.” She remembered now. It was a game for her pleasure.
He leaned back and towered over her. “What have you chosen, Mr. Dreyfus?”
Ty reached out and Noah handed him the paddle that said “Bad girl”. They were going to mark her and she couldn’t wait.
“Assume the proper position, Ms. Sears.” Ty’s harsh tone caused Tasha’s core to melt and a trickle of her response slid down her leg.
When Ty’s gaze swerved to focus on the inside of her thigh, she moved her hand to wipe away the evidence of her desire. She found her hand gripped by Noah. “She can’t resist touching herself.” Noah made a tutting sound. “Definitely a bad girl.”
“You’re only making your punishment worse,” Ty snapped. “Get over to that spanking bench.”
Tasha scrambled to the bench and bent over the saddle. The equipment was low enough that her knees were on the floor, but high enough that she had to grip the hand rings on either side to keep from sliding off. Noah produced a bolt of rope and began to wind the soft strands around her wrists until she was restrained to the bench. He slid the rope over her upper body like a harness, her breasts outlined by his work. When his hands brushed her nipples, she moaned and squirmed.
The smack of the paddle startled her. “Hold still,” Ty growled.
Noah lifted her skirt and bound it to her upper back with more knots. Her pussy and her ass were exposed, her outfit not requiring underwear.
“Shameless,” Ty said, and added, “but I’ll beat it out of you.”
Tasha’s pussy throbbed and she had to focus to hold still. The rope dug into her skin and increased her sensitivity to the slightest touch. Noah drove her crazy by adding strokes with his fingers as he knotted the rope around her body.
Once she was bound, Noah stepped out of her line of sight and silence filled the room. Tasha squirmed, trying to see where Ty might be, wanting to see him. But she couldn’t strain her neck to see over her shoulder.
“Hold still,” Ty snapped, and she froze. When would he strike? Was it going to be the paddle? A belt? The anticipation was worse than any pain from a spanking she’d ever had. When his fingers slid over the skin of her left butt cheek, she jumped and whimpered. “You are a very disobedient girl. Mr. Dreyfus was right to bring you to me.”
His touch was gone and she wondered what was next. When the paddle hit her bottom, she cried out involuntarily, more surprised than anything else. The next strike stung like a motherfucker and she snarled as she yanked on the ropes. Yet the sting spread over her ass, through her whole body, lighting up her nerves like Christmas lights.
The third whack hurt. Really fucking hurt. Tears sprang into her eyes and she sobbed. Maybe she couldn’t take this shit. Maybe she’d been kidding herself and Ty was too hardcore, too experienced for her. Even as she had those confused thoughts, her pussy throbbed with need from the sensations that flowed through her. It was amazing. It was frightening.
During her training, she’d experienced subspace, but it hadn’t been like this, on edge, yet floating. By the sixth strike, Tasha let go. She lost count, her body twisting and arching out of control. She loved it, yet she growled and snarled, emotions raw and painful. The tears that had gathered in her eyes now streaked her face, their progress making her cheeks itch and distracting her from the pain for an instant.
The burning spread over her ass, at the juncture of her thighs, in the dip where her hips bent over the spanking apparatus. The best and the worst of the sensation was centered on her right buttock, where Ty struck over and over, giving her a respite by whacking her in another area but coming back to that same spot.
How many had she taken? She couldn’t say. Everything was fuzzy. Even when he stopped, the sensations still blossomed over her skin, spreading out, causing her to gasp helplessly.
“How bad are you, Ms. Sears?” Ty asked her. Then he slid two fingers inside her wet channel and she almost screamed from the pleasure. She strained and pressed back to deepen his penetration. He chuckled, an evil sound that only made her hotter. “Very bad.”
“You...make me...bad,” she managed to gasp.
His hand moved like a snake to smack her sore ass, and she yelped. “Disgusting. Blaming others for your shortcomings. You need something in your smart mouth to remind you that you are not in charge.”
Ty stepped in front of her and unbuckled his pants. Tasha’s mouth watered, wanting and needing his cock. Yes! He wasn’t gentle as he filled her, but thrust his dick to the back of her throat, and her eyes watered.
“Mr. Dreyfus, if you would please administer the rest of this bad girl’s punishment.” Ty didn’t even sound affected by her frantic sucking and needy mouth as she moaned around his flesh.
“Gladly.” Noah picked up a wooden ruler from the table. Oh shit. That was going to fucking hurt.
She couldn’t help it. She whimpered and squirmed, her gaze seeking Ty’s face. He stared at her, a dangerous, erotic expression of satisfaction and desire setting his features in stone. When he thrust into her mouth, she gagged, and he held her head, making her keep his cock deep inside her.
Noah didn’t strike her with the ruler, but slid the smooth wood over her burning flesh. She moaned, her whole body focused on the feel of Ty’s flesh in her mouth and Noah’s heat at her back. He followed the touch of the ruler with his hand, squeezing her ass until she gasped and shifted.
She expected Noah to whack her throbbing butt with the flat wooden ruler, so she jumped in surprise when he leaned over her back and swung up to strike one of her breasts. Noah’s impressive dick was pressed against her sore ass as he snapped the ruler over one nipple, and she cried out, the sound muffled by Ty’s dick.
The rope Noah had wound around her tits made them sensitive and needy. As he switched hands and smacked the other breast, she wriggled and shook, desperate to get away from the intense sensation and craving more.
She couldn’t move her head and had to gasp for breath by opening her mouth more around Ty’s thick girth. He held her head with one hand, the other firmly on the nape of her neck, almost like the collar that she wanted so badly.
Tears streaked down her face and her whole body was a mass of pain, pleasure, and need. Things she’d never thought she wanted rose to the forefront of her mind and she mumbled incoherently.
“What was that, bad girl?” Ty demanded. He backed out, his cock still pressed to her lips.
“Come on my face, Master. Please,” she begged him. Never before, even with some of the more experienced Dominants who’d trained her, had she wanted that kind of...possessive marking.
Her focus, what little of it was left, was on Ty’s face, and she noted the way his jaw muscle jumped. She licked her lips as Ty gripped his dick with his right hand and yanked her head back with his left.
Involuntarily she opened her mouth, wanting all of it, needing the sensation of belonging to him. As Ty worked his cock, Noah began to give her stinging strikes on the sensitive skin of her ass. She couldn’t breathe, waiting, restless, her pussy throbbing and her butt on fire.
To Tasha, it seemed as if she couldn’t take another sensation or she’d explode. But when Noah slid two fingers inside her slick channel, she gasped and arched helplessly.
“Don’t you dare come without permission,” Ty said in a dark, mean tone.
“Please,” she cried, but she wasn’t sure if she was asking for Ty to let go of his release or if she was begging Noah for hers.
Ty’s breath was coming fast and hard as his hand jerked back and forth. Tasha strained to put
her tongue on his hot, needy flesh. He growled when she managed to touch him with her mouth. “Make her come. Now.”
She screamed as Noah swept his thumb over her clit and thrust deep. He curled his fingers inside her and she careened over the edge, her orgasm sweeping everything away in its path.
“Again,” Ty said, and his hand moved faster over his dick.
“No,” she cried out, but Noah was relentless.
It didn’t seem possible to come again, the last one had been so intense. But when Noah knelt down and shoved her legs out so he could put his mouth on her pussy, she blew into a million pieces. Just the touch of his tongue on her made her shatter, and her hips gyrated violently, seeking to be filled, needing Noah and Ty both to take her.
She gasped for breath, and then Ty jammed his cock in her mouth. His tone was gutteral and low. “I want to shoot my cum down your throat. Take it.”
God, she loved his cock in her mouth. He gripped her hair and fucked her mouth hard. Noah drove her higher, his mouth magic on her pussy. She screamed around Ty’s cock as she had her third orgasm, which made every one of her muscles strain.
When Ty exploded in her mouth, she managed to keep enough of her wits to tighten her lips and swallow every damn drop. But barely.
Time didn’t matter. She could spend forever with Ty’s cock in her mouth and Noah’s mouth on her pussy. Her thoughts were cloudy and hazy. She floated and came back to Earth when she sensed the ropes being removed from her boneless body. She had nothing to worry about, since Ty’s arm was around her waist, holding her upright as Noah unwound the restraints.
Both Noah and Ty’s hands were on every inch of her skin, making sure the rope hadn’t cut into her and massaging her sore muscles.
Though her mind was gone, there was one thought that bothered her. Ty had gotten his release, his cum still a fabulous taste in her mouth. But Noah?
It seemed like a huge struggle, but she lifted her head and sought the other man who had become so essential to her well-being. “Noah?”