by Angel Payne
“Is she okay?” Concern underlined Kellan’s query.
Tait nodded. “Ohhh, yeah.” He held back from sharing his impression that the woman had slipped into a preliminary version of subspace without even knowing what the euphoria actually was. “Sweet woman,” he murmured, “you really have entertained this fantasy before, haven’t you?” He swept a kiss across her lips, taking his time, making sure she felt how much he’d heard her, truly saw her. “You need this to take the silver dome off, don’t you? You need someone to show you the way, to make the choice for you.”
After Lani blinked again, tear tracks streaked her cheeks. “Yes. Take me away…please.”
Tait kept his mouth close to hers. “We’re on our way, dreamgirl. Your trust has opened the gate on this path. Now let us handle the rest of the journey.”
He reached and skimmed her spine in a long, praising stroke. A high sigh rolled out of her in direct proportion to his stroke, until he reached the end, raised his hand, and—
Smack.
“Ohhh!”
He grinned as her sweet cry pierced the air, and then he threw his smirk at Kell. “I love that sound almost as much as I love nailing the first swat.”
His buddy nodded, swallowed, and shifted on his feet. Tait empathized with his buddy’s hot-and-horny discomfort, having experienced it from the middle of a lantana bush last night. “Goddamn,” Kellan finally uttered. “You turned her that red from one blow?”
“I did say I nailed it.”
Kell stepped forward and reached out a hand toward their woman’s backside, still raised at a perfect angle for their admiring gazes. “May I?” he asked. After Tait swept out a hand in gentlemanly invitation, the guy swirled his touch across his woman’s backside in a figure-eight pattern, emitting a low whistle of sensual approval. “Hell, Starshine,” he finally grated. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” He paused, savoring the seductive undulation she gave him in thanks, before straightening again. By this point, the guy grimaced like he could hang a lead counterweight off his dick. “I don’t know who’s going to be suffering more at the end of this, her or me.”
Tait lifted one side of his mouth and shook his head. “Prepare for your ordeal, dude. The destination for this goddess is not the valley of suffering.”
Though Kell smiled as well, something extra entered the guy’s gaze. Complete curiosity. Tait almost pumped a fist in triumph. It was damn satisfying to see his friend’s eyes opening about the Dominant/submissive dynamic and what it could do for a submissive. Yeah, Kell had accompanied him to Bastille plenty of times, but even after all those nights, the guy still didn’t get it. Kell still thought the BDSM lifestyle was a one-sided advantage for the Doms, an objectification of women wrapped in flowery terms and Victorian manners to make it “romantic” for the subbies. But now, Kellan couldn’t deny the reality that drenched every inch of Lani’s face in satisfaction—and every inch of her pussy in glistening dew.
God, he couldn’t wait to take her deeper into bliss.
“Hang on tight, sweet girl.” He angled himself to lower a steadying hand to her waist. “Here comes more.”
“Yes, Sir,” she rasped. “Thank you, S—”
Smack.
“Ahhhh!”
Smack, smack.
“Ohhhh!”
Smack, smack, smack.
“Kanapapiki!”
“I sure hope that translates to Thank you, Sir. May I have more?”
She let out an adorable girl growl. “Not exactly.”
“Hmm.” He paused to massage the burn into her skin, making her writhe like a wet cat. “Too bad.”
Smack.
“Ohhhh! Aia!”
Kellan came back over. He secured one knee on the couch in order to press his upper body atop hers. “Starshine, if you take your mind off the screaming and direct it toward the experiencing, maybe you’ll get the program of what T-Bomb’s trying to do here.”
Bingo. The guy really did understand now. Tait dipped an appreciative nod at his buddy. “Good point, Slash-gasm. But I don’t mind subbies with a little spirit. Makes it so much more fun when they tumble over for me.”
“Tumble?” Lani snapped. “Tumble where? What are you—”
Smack, smack.
“Owww!”
Smack.
“Kahaha! Are you doing it harder now?”
“Maybe I wouldn’t have to, babe, if I could hear myself working here.”
Kellan chuckled. “What was that about liking a little spirit?”
“Shut up.”
“Damn. Maybe I will. The view alone is worthy of silence.” His friend dropped his gaze, transfixed on the new condition of Lani’s gorgeous bottom. “Fuck me, Starshine. If you could see how breathtaking your ass is…”
Tait motioned him over with a jerk of his head. “Wait until you feel it.”
“Shit.” The word was a verbal form of Kellan’s appreciative sweep across one half of the woman’s ass. Tait took charge of the other half, reveling in the burn of her skin beneath his palm, greedily watching as the heat prowled her whole body. Her shoulders bunched. Her nipples beaded. Her breathing shallowed. “I had no idea… This is incredible,” Kell uttered.
“Yeah,” Tait replied, “it is.” He smoothed his hand up from her bottom, over the gorgeous landscape of her hips, her waist, her back. Kellan wasted no time in following his lead on her other side. Beneath them, Lani had slipped into silence. That wasn’t surprising.
“Is she still okay?”
He grinned at his friend. “Oh, she’s fantastic.”
“She sure as fuck is. Damn. Think anyone has a radioactive meter handy?”
“There’s a reason it’s called power exchange, my friend. She entrusted hers to me, and now we’re returning it in a transformed state. Purified by her pain…but strengthened by her surrender.”
“Wow.”
“That’s a good way of putting it.”
“And what happens now?”
He let a grin spread. “The really good stuff.”
In short, the best way he knew how to show her that she didn’t have a monopoly on profound gratitude tonight.
Chapter Fifteen
Lani heard Kellan and Tait talking, but they could have been reciting regulation manuals for all she comprehended—or cared. Had it been minutes since Tait rained that sting storm on her ass or hours? She couldn’t figure that part out, either, and still didn’t care to. Right now, all that mattered was the heat. Covering her. Consuming her. Lifting off the shell of her control and pulling her senses into a haze where she was weightless yet anchored, soaring yet safe…free to simply feel.
And aue, did she feel. Every exquisite moment. Hands on her skin. Fingers in her hair. Knuckles rolling down her spine, over the tingling planes of her ass—
Then fingers again, spreading her…there.
Growls filled her ears. Appreciative versions of naughty words. She moaned as the fingers pulled apart her labia, seeking and finding her intimate entrance.
“Kamahaˋo. Gods, yesss!”
There was another harsh groan. Not Kellan. She knew many of his sounds of passion by now. “Goddamn, her little Polynesian words are a turn-on.”
“Roger that, brother. With the volume turned up.”
One of the fingers slipped inside her. “Dear fuck. Her pussy is an inferno.” A hand grazed her ass before drawing back and giving her another swat. The blow was fast but hard, tearing a sharp keen off her lips. “That’s it, dreamgirl. Give me some more juice. Damn, Slash. This is going to be a good fuck for you, man.”
Just above her, Kellan emitted a tight grunt. “I can’t wait much longer. My balls are on fire.”
“Mmmm,” she managed while writhing against Tait’s finger. When he curled another digit in, capturing her clit beneath, it escalated into a moan before she could help it. “Ohhhh!”
Tait laughed. “I think she’ll be willing to help you with that blaze.”
“Thank fuck
.” The audio backdrop for his declaration was the crackle of foil being opened, the wet sluice of latex against skin, and the louder tumult of the rain against the earth outside. Through it all, Tait sparked new flames through her body and mind, fanning her blissful ether, spinning her senses higher, reaching for a pinnacle that seemed so close yet so far…
Please…please…please…
“Ready to rock this, Slash-and-burn?”
Their large bodies shifted. The pressure on her clit was pulled away, along with Tait’s fingers from her vagina. Lani whimpered in protest. “Ahhh!” she cried. “Please…I need…”
“What?” How Kellan could turn one word into a work of sensual art, she’d never fathom. He continued that satyr’s growl while scooting her knees out with his own, spreading her wide to accommodate his muscled bulk. “Tell me what you need, Starshine. Don’t hold it back any longer. What can I give you?”
“Fill me.” She gasped when he teased her entrance with the tip of his cock. The heat of his desire was palpable even beneath the condom, the edges of her entrance trembling from the kiss of the tip, now filled with his precome. “Ohhhhh,” she moaned. It was everything she’d yearned for, yet it wasn’t. In an instant of clarity, she realized the illicit thrill she did crave. Ohhh, shit. The express elevator to hell’s basement is waiting on you now, Hokulani. She licked her lips nervously. Then again. Did she dare say anything? They’d told her this was safe ground. Guided her to it themselves. Opened her senses to so many new horizons already. If there was ever any time to ask for this fantasy to come true, this was it. “Fill me,” she repeated before biting her lip and blurting, “B-Both of you.”
For a second, the only sound in the air was heaven’s waterfall, pounding everything around and over them. More thunder snarled. The torrent intensified.
Exactly like the tension inside the house.
Tait’s gritted voice was the first to crack the silence. “Dear Christ.”
Lani had expected that. Waiting on Kellan’s reaction was a harder ordeal—
Ending in a much greater surprise.
“That’s our good girl.” Once more, he sounded like the talking version of a Godiva bar. “Very good.”
Tait’s cough hammered the air. “Dude, do you understand what she’s—”
“Of course I do. Maybe you don’t. Say it again, Starshine, so T-Bomb has the full message. Let him hear what you need right now—from both of us.”
She smiled at the new surge of warmth in her heart, this time as a gift from Kellan instead of Tait. Had this man really walked onto her beach a week ago by sheer chance? How could that be possible when he saw into her mind, knew all of her darkest and dirtiest desires, and shelved his own ego to help make them reality? Either she’d racked up a huge favor from the deities of luck and magic somehow or there was another power at work here.
Right now wasn’t the time for figuring it out. This moment was simply about savoring the gift.
“I need to be filled.” With the repeat, she dared a glance up at Tait. She discovered his stare already locked on her, his eyes burning with amber lust but his lips twisted in beautiful conflict. “By both of your cocks,” she whispered. “Pleasing both of you…at once.”
Kellan gave both her ass cheeks a reassuring squeeze. It burned in all the right ways, making her tremble with need for the hot stalk he still teased at her sex. “You heard the woman, my brother. You still all about meeting her needs or not?”
The torment deepened on Tait’s face. Despite the need in her body, her heart ached with the appearance of every new crease around his eyes and along his jaw. She witnessed the battle being waged in his heart. Embracing this moment, this passion, meant stepping out from the shadows of his yesterday—and the six months of yesterdays before that. It meant being vulnerable again. Feeling something besides grief and anger again.
She knew the fear well.
Though he still didn’t say a word, Tait reached down to her. He pulled in a stark breath. His fingers shook against her head, twisting her long hair in his grip. His hold tightened as he knelt on the couch again—and now there was no way she could avoid the view of his penis, swollen and crimson, sprouting from the nest of dark gold curls between his rock-hard thighs. He was inches away now. She breathed heavily in hopes she’d soon taste his thick, hot flesh…
“Look at me.” Tait gave her the order from teeth that were bared. “So goddamn beautiful,” he uttered when she did, coiling her hair tighter, forcing her face a little higher…aligning her mouth with the head of his cock.
“No more beautiful than you, Sir.” Every word was true. Tait’s physique was as drool-inducing as Kellan’s. His chest, looming like a cliff above her, was his most striking feature. He had pecs, delts, traps, and biceps that should have had their own Facebook page, especially with how the lamp’s glow turned them into a collection of copper artwork. She longed to reach up and explore every ridge and valley of his magnificent torso, but the man had decided on other plans for her. Thank the gods.
“Kiss my cock, dreamgirl.”
As her spirit rejoiced, Lani eagerly obeyed. She opened her mouth and captured his crown, letting his tangy milk dot her lips. She wiped the liquid clean with the tip of her tongue.
Kellan emitted a sparse snarl. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Not arguing.” Tait’s reply was equally graveled.
Words eluded Lani as Kellan pressed the first inch of his erection into her channel. She let her high cry do the communicating. Holy hell. The man’s voice may have been verbal chocolate, but his cock was solid, sinful meat, filling her body in all the best ways.
“Christ, man. Her cunt is even hotter. If I burn alive, what a way to go.”
Tait curled a hand to the back of her head. With his other, he guided his tip to her lips again. “Make me hot, too, dreamgirl. Take me deep, Hokulani.”
The heat in her senses, already so dense, consumed her fully. One word alone resounded through her mind.
Yes.
Yes…
As if Tait would give her any other choice. With one hand, he fed his stiff flesh into her mouth. The other, still locked on the back of her head, angled her to suck as much as she could. And then he was…everywhere. On her tongue. Stretching her lips. Flooding her with his taste, earth and salt tinged by the hint of cedar that was simply part of him. She moaned, drew in a deep breath through her nose, and hungrily took in even more. She wanted as much of his body as she could hold. As much of his power as she could drink.
“Damn.” His ragged rasp filtered through her aroused haze, inspiring her to open her throat deeper. “Damn.”
Kellan hadn’t moved much during that minute, though his clasp on her hips, kneading her skin with increasing force, communicated that he hadn’t missed a moment of her exchange with Tait. “You like that, Starshine?” he asked in a rugged rasp.
She moaned again, the fire in her body turning it into a sound she barely recognized. That came as no surprise. Nothing about her body, her entire being, was familiar anymore, as if the fire of this night had morphed her into another creature entirely. She felt as untamed as the storm churning across the sky outside, a force of nature ruled only by her most primordial desires…to give as much pleasure as she was given.
Kellan made it even better by praising, “You’re so breathtaking, sweetheart. So goddamn sexy. I’ve never seen lips that looked so perfect around a cock before.”
“I’ve never felt lips this perfect before,” Tait amended. “And that tongue… Damn, Lani, your tongue is a gift from every one of your gods.”
Lani sighed from their veneration, but her pussy reacted more fiercely. Her vagina walls squeezed down, silently begging Kellan’s cock for more. He groaned though stopped to spread her legs a little wider as he solidified his positioning. “I’m going to fill you up now too, sweetheart. So deep…”
Tait astonished her by emitting a wry chuckle, right before swinging over to sit on the back of the couch. The new ar
rangement ensured that his erection filled her throat from straight ahead and freed up his hands to lock her wrists against the cushions beside his hips. “Let me help you hang on tight, babe. Slash has that fire in his eyes. I think you’re about to get shot to heaven.”
The words were no sooner out of his mouth than Kellan brought the prediction to life—in screaming detail. His cock rammed her sex, huge and commanding. His balls slapped her pussy, hot and teasing. His hands, now at her waist, jerked her back against him, over and over, while his hoarse grunts kept her mind latched to the primitive pulse of his.
It was pleasure, total and complete, twined with the pain of Tait’s clamps on her wrists and the continued invasion of his flesh in her mouth. He’d hardened to the texture of a battering ram, stabbing the succor of her throat with violent lunges of his hips. His hissing breaths mixed with Kellan’s urgent effort. Lani added her greedy sighs to the mix, unable to fight the rising demands of her body anymore. Her skin throbbed in Kellan’s hold. Her thighs ached. Her ass clenched. Her nipples tingled. She’d never been more aware of every sensation in her body before, had never felt all those impulses zinging together, pulling at her like lightning to thunder, a seagull to the wind…passion to its climax.
As the heavens collided overhead, those needs crashed in the core of her being. Her scream, muffled by Tait’s flesh, exploded through her head. Rain fell harder somewhere, its deluge weaving with the chaos of her mind, the ecstasy of her body, the completion in her soul. She was drenched in its joy. Wet with its wonder. Ready, so ready, for her warriors to give her their floods too.
“Fuck. Even my balls felt that scream, dreamgirl.”
“She’s going over. Oh damn, T, she’s squeezing me so tight. I’m going to blow. Any…second…”
“Our sweet girl. You’re coming so good for us. We’re right there with you. Take my come…deep in your throat…yessss…”
Kellan’s bellow drowned out the rest of it as his penis swelled against her walls and then jerked from his orgasm. Seconds later, Tait’s fluid filled her throat, torrid and thick and perfect.
And stinging…and tart?