by Jenny Penn
He knew how much that sucked, but it wouldn’t last for long.
Stepping back, Josh took the harness from Lana. It snapped open on either side, allowing him to tuck one of the built-in dildos against the weeping opening of Casey’s pussy and slide it in before folding the back around her ass and fitting the rounded knob of the second dildo against the dark opening that eagerly ate up every inch he fed her.
“Oh,” Casey breathed out a deep sigh of delight as she wiggled her hips. “That feels so good.”
“That’s the point,” Josh warned her as he snapped either side of the rubberized panties that basically made up the harness back together.
“Yeah?” Casey smiled as she tipped her chin to gaze blindly over her shoulder at him. “Now what, quiet boy? A spanking? Because, you know, I’ve been a baaad girl.”
“That you have,” Josh easily agreed as Lana lowered the chains that would snap into the hooks sewn in to either side of the harness.
The chains were linked into a motorize pulley system. Though Josh wasn’t sure what it did, he could take a pretty good guess. Clearly he and Lana were thinking along the same lines, which just went to prove that, while great minds thought alike, perverted ones worked in perfect harmony.
“And you know what happens to bad girls?” Josh asked, watching as Lana cranked the chains back upward until Casey’s feet floated inches off the floor.
The sudden lift up had Casey squealing as her weight sank her deeper down onto the matching dildos stretching her wide. Clearly bereft of the ability to answer, she still managed to gasp out a series of “no”s as Josh stepped up to push her higher like a child on a swing. He held her aloft as he offered her up a compromise.
“I can see you need some time to consider your answer, so how about I give you an hour or two?”
“Wha—no, wait!”
But Josh was through waiting. He stepped to the side and released Casey, letting her swing back through the air and ride those dildos into a screaming fit. She fought her cuffs, cursing at him as her breath grew into short pants that quickly turned into full-on gasps as Lana followed Josh back toward the door. He paused there to glance back at the sight of Casey not only bound and clamped but also penetrated and sweating.
God but she was beautiful, and he needed to zip his pants up before he did something stupid.
Speaking of stupid… He caught sight of Dylan racing down the path as Lana hesitated just outside the door. She waited there to the side as he jogged right past her toward Josh, who crossed his arms and intentionally blocked Dylan’s path.
That didn’t stop his brother from all but running into him. Josh, though, was braced for the impact and managed to hold steady while Dylan stumbled backward.
“Dude,” Dylan yelped in outrage. “What are you doing? And what did you do to Casey?”
Dylan’s eyes widened with that question as he caught sight of her through the glass wall, clearly having missed the last few minutes of the show. He probably had panicked the second Josh had nodded toward the harness.
“Holy crap!” Dylan spat as he gaped at the window and Casey swinging on the other side of it. “What did you do?”
“Punished Casey,” Josh answered succinctly. “And I’d thank you not to interfere.”
“Well, look who suddenly thinks he’s king of the hill.” Dylan snorted as he glanced over at Lana. “You headed out?”
“I’ve got to go meet a friend.” Lana smiled as she cast an appreciative look back at Josh. “Besides I think your brother’s got it covered…just don’t forget you have to get those clamps off in the next ten minutes.”
“Like he’s going to last two more.” Dylan snorted at that.
“I can last,” Josh objected instantly. “And I don’t need any assistance.”
“Is that right?” Dylan cocked a brow before obnoxiously mimicking Josh’s position and crossing his arms over his chest. “And do I need to remind you that you’re only here because of me?”
“No, but all that makes you is in charge of the investigation. Casey is mine.” Josh couldn’t make it clearer than that.
Equally clear was the glint that darkened in Dylan’s gaze and deepened his tone as he instinctively rallied to that bold challenge. “She’s ours.”
“Whatever you say, man.” Josh waved away that correction, playing indifferent, despite the fact that he was secretly pleased. “So…you wanna go whip her with the flogger?”
Chapter 13
Casey didn’t know how long she hung there strapped in the harness at the mercy of the two men who seemed intent on driving her insane. Her mystery lover had joined the party, and, unlike the quiet boy, he didn’t keep his comments to himself.
Just the opposite, he grunted out encouragements as he drove the lust consuming her higher and hotter with every snap of his flogger. He was as ruthless as he had been earlier that day, making Casey dance backward and straight into the quiet man’s clutches. He didn’t say a word, just pushed her back into the rain of velvety tassels and making her squirm on those damn dildos.
The hard plastic cocks were just thick enough to tease and far from filling enough to please. They certainly didn’t compare to the fantasies she’d been harboring for the past four years. Casey knew what would—the thick meat of her mystery lover and his sidekick, the quiet boy.
She wanted them. She needed them. She begged for them, but they denied her, forcing Casey to endure the pleasure of being played with until every second became thickened with a new delight that quickly pooled into a sea of bliss.
She was drowning in the rapture that was both blindingly intense and yet still not enough to release her from the pressure winding through her muscles. It didn’t matter how much she pleaded, demanded, or threatened. They didn’t pause or hesitate.
This really was punishment, and it didn’t stop until she was left incoherent and incapable of doing anything other than moaning out agreements to whatever her mystery lover demanded.
Only then did he give her a moment to catch her breath. That moment grew as long and labored as her breathing as the silence thickened with the same tension beginning to twist through her stomach. Casey could sense them circling her and felt very much like bait strung up in a shark tank, waiting for the first strike, but it didn’t come.
Instead, they held back, and she could sense the dare in their hesitation. They were waiting for her to say or do something that would earn her another round of punishment, but Casey wasn’t going to give it to them.
Remaining still and silent, she bit down on her lower lip to hold back her moans as her mystery lover stepped up behind her. She recognized him instantly. His scent, his touch, the very feel of the air that surrounded him, they were all familiar to her now, familiar and comforting while, at the very same time, eliciting a thrill of excitement through her.
That flicker flared into a full flame that licked up her back as her mystery lover reached out to settle his hands on her waist and pull her back against his heated length. Almost instantly, the tantalizing scent of man and leather, of wind and a storm ready to break free, infused her every breath, drugging her with its intoxicating heady aroma.
“Well, Firecracker? You ready to submit?”
“No,” Casey breathed out, daring to defy him, even as she relaxed into his hold. “Do it again.”
“You don’t demand,” her mystery lover whispered back as he reached a hand around to grasp her still-throbbing nipple within his rough grasp. “You beg.”
With that growled command, he snapped the clamp pinched around the tip of her breast free and allowed the blood to rush in. Pure, molten pleasure blossomed through her chest, making her beg and whimper when her mystery lover captured her tit in between his fingers and twisted.
“Oh…oh…please!” Casey panted out, writhing with the motions of his fingers as he rolled her puckered tip with a mastery that distracted her long enough not to remember exactly what she was begging for.
It didn’t matter. He remembe
red, and so did his sidekick, who answered her cry by snapping the second clamp free and sending another searing rush of pleasure washing through her. Casey squirmed and squealed as every nerve ending she possessed popped and fizzled with the frantic sensation.
Even as the tide of delight rolled back, it left her buzzing with a bliss that had her murmuring that it was too much, not that her lovers cared. Casey’s quiet boy stepped up to capture both her breasts in his large hands. Her mystery lover released her swollen and flushed flesh to him, allowing his own hand to slide down to her hips and the hooks linked into the chain holding her aloft. He snapped the first one free, even as the heated wash of his breath whispered across the curve of her breast.
“Oh, yeah,” Casey moaned, pressing her hips back against her mystery lover and her breasts toward the lips brushing softly over the puckered tip of her nipple.
Back and forth, he teased her with the barest of touches, distracting her as his partner in crime snapped the other hook free. She’d have fallen to her feet if quiet boy hadn’t stepped up to capture her breast deep in his mouth while he pinned her back against the naked length of her mystery lover.
Using his lips, teeth, and tongue, he tormented her, making her squirm back against the slender dildo filling her ass even as she felt the thick, heat of a real erection pressing against the side of her cheek. That’s what she wanted.
“Please,” she whined. “I need you, both of you. So thick and hard…I wanna feel you rough…fast, deep…any way you want to give it to me. Just undo the harness and take me.”
The frustration thickening in her words had her plea ending in a demand that was instantly punished as her mystery lover wrapped the chain still connected to the last clamp holding her clit in a tight fist and gave it a little tug, making her mew and moan as her quiet boy continued ravaging her breasts.
He sucked, licked, and nibbled his way from one pebbled peak to the other, making her twist and whimper for more. It didn’t even dawn on her that she was back to demanding, but Casey couldn’t help herself. It felt too good not to insist on more.
That’s what she wanted—more, more of everything, more of those maddening kisses making her breasts throb, more of the wicked tug and pull of that damn clamp that kept her cunt weeping, and definitely more meat on the thin shafts teasing her with a hint of what it might feel like to take two men at once.
That’s really what she wanted. She wanted to get fucked, to get double-stuffed. She wanted to ridden—raw and wild because that is just how she’d always imagined it would be like to be taken by both Dylan and Josh at the same time.
If pleading didn’t buy her that fantasy and demanding didn’t work, then maybe taunting would.
“You’re both so thick and hard,” Casey murmured as seductively as she could, given the ragged pant of her breath. “But if you’re having trouble with the rough, fast, and deep part, then don’t worry. I can do the work…and I’m always available for practice.”
Casey’s offer ended in a squeal as her mystery lover tugged hard on her clit’s chain, making the sensitive bundle of nerves explode with frothy, fizzy delight that left her panting for breath as her cunt clenched down around the dildo teasing the sensitive walls of her cunt. They rippled and pulsed, desperate for something meatier to cling to.
There was nothing. The sparkly explosion that held her in its thrall quickly imploded back into a need that had her moaning out her approval as her mystery lover’s hands finally curled around the latches binding her in the harness. Quiet boy’s hands joined him, and they both stepped back, allowing her to slide down onto her own feet.
Casey’s knees shook and threatened to buckle as the snap of the latches echoed loudly in the heavy silence. Then they were peeling back the flexible plastic and making her whimper as the skinny dildos began sliding free of her body. Not thick enough to satisfy, both cocks were nonetheless solid enough to make her whimper as they rolled down the sensitive walls of her sheath and ass. The delicious sensations ignited a ripple of excitement as she tensed, ready for the real meat.
The harness finally fell free, and her two lovers stepped back up to pin her between their equally hard and thick erections. Behind her, Casey’s mystery lover pressed his cock between the rounded globes of her ass, teasing her with the heated feel of his cock. With a slow roll of his hips, he began to pump that big dick up and down, a silent reminder of just how he’d taken her earlier that day.
“Oh, yeah,” Casey breathed with a sigh as he taunted her with the tantalizing press of his deliciously engorged cockhead against the sensitive ring of muscles guarding her ass.
“You like that, my little firecracker?”
Those words, soft and filled with a husky warmth, rolled over Casey, making her twist with a primitive reflex as she answered him with the flex of her own hips, grinding her ass back against the velvety heat of his erection. The sensual motion pulled a feral growl from the man behind her.
It rumbled out of his chest in a warning that was more than familiar, but she was too lost to heed the voice whispering through her head. In that moment all that mattered was the feel of a second meaty erection pressing down over her mound to slide right between the splayed and swollen folds of her pussy. With his mouth still ravaging her breasts, her quiet boy’s hands tightened on her hips, forcing her to arch toward him as he pumped his thick dick over the still-clamped and pulsing bud of her clit.
That sensitive bundle of nerves throbbed with a deep ache that had Casey whimpering once again. “Please…”
“Hush now, Firecracker,” the quiet boy murmured, lifting his chin to brush soft, gentle kisses across her lips. With a tenderness that beguiled her, he lapped up the tears of frustration that had begun to roll down her cheeks. “We’re going to take good care of you.”
Another warning rolled through her, but Casey barely had a second to take note of it before she was being pressed forward, forced to bend over at the waist by the big hands of her mystery lover as he controlled her motions. She eagerly obeyed the silent command, her breath catching as his callused fingers slid down her back to dig into the fleshy cheeks of her ass and part them.
She remembered how good he felt before when he’d taken her there and couldn’t resist pressing back on the rounded, bulbous head of his cock as it pressed a sticky kiss against the entrance to her forbidden channel. Only nothing was forbidden. Not here. Not now. Not when she ached to feel him stretching her wide and pumping her full of cock.
That’s just what her mystery lover treated her to, a hard pounding stroke that fucked his latex-covered dick all the way into the tight clench of her ass. There was no hesitation in his motions, no gentleness to temper the searing burn of his penetration, no stopping until he’d seated his full length deep inside her, and no difference between him and her dreams of Dylan because this was exactly how she’d always imagined him taking her, how she’d always imagined how he’d make her feel—deliciously full.
Casey panted over the sensation, unable to help her body’s instinctive response as her muscles pulsed and contracted around the heavy cock stretching her wide. Neither could she control the urge to wiggle and make him growl as her cunt melted and wept, eager for a taste of what her ass was getting.
Her chances appeared good as her mystery lover’s fingers slid around her hips and over her tummy to press in on the quivering muscles and direct her back upright. Casey didn’t wait to be told before spreading her legs wide and opening her pussy up, a silent offering to her quiet boy.
For a moment she thought he was going to take her up on the invitation, but instead of the hard feel of his cock sliding over her folds, Casey felt the blunt tips of his fingers part her lips and the heated wash of his breath over the creamy folds of her cunt. In that moment she knew just what he planned and couldn’t help but whimper as she squirmed backward onto the cock keeping her pinned in place.
There was no escaping the lips boldly closing over her clit, though. They popped the clamp free from her c
lit, sending an echoing boom of rapture through her body. The searing flash of delight was too much, and it ignited a release that had her crying out as she bucked under the force of her climax.
The ecstasy that pounded through her and drove her to a pinnacle of pleasure condensed quickly, imploding into a whirling pool of agonized need that grew only stronger as the man kneeling before her began to devour her cunt. Like a living flame, his tongue danced over her molten flesh, fucking itself deep into her cunt and tickling over the spasming walls of her sheath.
He drove her damn near mad in a matter of seconds. What little sanity she clung to was shredded as her mystery lover began to sway behind her, offering her small little pumps of his cock that teased her with a friction that was just enough to bring her to the quivering edge of another release.
She just needed a little more and she would be flying free once again, but instead, she sank back to earth as her lover denied her. Together they slowed their motions until Casey was writhing blindly in a frantic protest that had her trying to take what she wanted, what she needed.
Her mystery lover was stronger, though, and he easily managed to force her still, holding her steady as she sensed her quiet boy lifting back up to his feet.
What they intended became clear only a second later as her wrists were freed from their cuffs and a hand fisted hard in her hair. It dragged her steadily down until her lips were brushing against the sticky head of a cock, all swollen and hot. The heady scent of male arousal filled her senses as a need to taste overwhelmed the rules that demanded she wait for direction, or at least permission.
With blind hunger, she let her tongue lick out and around the flared head before she caught it between her lips and sucked him straight in, taking him as far and deep as she could before she began pumping her cheeks and making the quiet boy squirm.
This was going to be fun.
Casey was about to claim her revenge.