She had sucked him off twice. The first time he had pulled out of her mouth and ejaculated over her breasts, marking her to his satisfaction, and the second time, she had swallowed him down, something she rarely did and didn’t like. With Peter it was different. The actual sex hadn’t seemed vanilla either. He had set her down on top of him, holding her hips and forcing the cadence while sucking and biting her nipples as she leaned over him, her hair stroking and shadowing his face. She couldn’t see his eyes, and she remembered wishing she could read him better. She had climaxed in that position, too, as well as when he had rolled her under him and pounded her into the mattress, biting down on her neck where it joined her shoulder. But the other time, the one that had elicited the promise, that famous, regrettable promise, was when she was on her belly, her bottom half propped up on pillows, the lights on so Peter could see everything. That time had been explosive.
Peter had her positioned to his liking while being careful of her comfort. He had lubed up her anus and played with her gently, relaxing her before inserting a fingertip. By the time he had pushed in another to join the first and began to scissor them, stretching her, Jillian had overcome her discomfort and embarrassment. Her clitoris had stood out from its protective hood in response to his touch and dirty sex talk, and her pussy had been so wet. The small plug he had pushed in caught her breath, but she had rocked back to meet it and the blooming pain was totally overwhelmed with such pleasure that Jillian nearly came with it. Peter had then kissed her buttocks and licked her between her legs before pushing his big cock inside her. She had felt so full and so wanton and heard herself begging for something, anything. He had slipped his hands beneath her and lifted her onto his spread thighs, squeezing her breasts with his big hands, hard, almost to the point of pain.
Then he had simply waited. Jillian tried to rock against him, to move somehow, but to no avail. Peter had nibbled and nipped at her shoulder again, and the shivers pulsed to her clit. Her poor button just needed a touch, a press, a rub, anything. But Peter had waited until Jillian asked him why. And he had told her. He painted such an erotic picture for her. He told her that he and Sean took women to the absolute heights of ecstasy and how they did it. He asked her if she could imagine it, and she certainly had been able to and hadn’t been shy about saying so. In graphic, mortifying dialogue. Peter asked her if she would like to try, as he kneaded her breasts and flexed his hips into her, bumping the butt plug and causing his penis to push against that spot high inside her. She would have said yes to almost anything by then and nearly sobbed out her compliance, not hesitating when he told her they would make good use of the week they had been given off work as part of their bonus. Peter had fucked her senseless then, and the combination of his cock sharing close quarters with the plug and the fact that his hand somehow snuck up on her clit and pinched it, well, she had fallen off the cliff. She hadn’t woken again until morning. Come to think of it, the butt plug had been removed, and for sure she didn’t remember that part. But now here she was, having made a promise that had been extricated from her under sensual torture, trying to find a way out of her predicament. Because, even considering how amazing last night was, Jillian knew she couldn’t do two men, especially together, and Peter was already too close to getting another piece of her. Sean might want his piece. Jillian was afraid of losing her heart. She had never felt this way about a man before, and the scary feeling applied to both Sean and Peter. She had fought the knowledge for months, sublimating it.
Jillian hadn’t dated seriously in years, and relationships never worked out for her anyhow. The men she had been with in the past found her too abrasive, too driven, too much like them. She was proud of her ability to work long, hard hours and focus on the job, but it seemed that those other men preferred softer, sweeter, less competitive women. She wasn’t thin, either, and her curves made her self-conscious. She worked hard at dressing to minimize her large breasts and booty, believing that they detracted from her professionalism. Jillian liked sex, and had gotten her fair share in college, but had been in a dry spell the past few years, not finding the time or inclination to have a life away from work that included sex and relationships. She had come to accept that her career would sustain her through the future years of her life, and until the Penney account, Jillian had been able to ignore her body’s sexual needs, and her reserve and attitude effectively kept men at bay. She had convinced herself that she would also be able to move past the attraction both Sean and Peter held for her. Last night had severely threatened her resistance, and her head and society’s rules told her forget it, forget them, or choose between them. Except there probably wasn’t going to be a choice. She was kidding herself to think she could have either of them for any length of time. They were likely playing with her, and in contrast she felt deadly serious about them.
Jillian sighed and straightened to her full height, squaring her shoulders, and headed to the kitchen to do battle, fully aware of her poorly defended position, but never a quitter. She stopped, frozen in the doorway, as the first thing she saw was the other shoe. Sean, looking delectable in faded jeans and a tight, black T-shirt stretched across his formidable pectorals and shoulders, was already here. Even his abs looked sculpted. Her eyes resolutely traveled up to his face in profile, for neither he nor Peter had seen her yet, intent on transferring food from stove to counter. Sean was shaven totally bald and had a beautifully shaped head, high cheekbones, a blade of a nose, and dark-brown eyes. Eyes the colour of bitter chocolate. His mouth was as sensuous as Peter’s, if wider and harder. Jillian was drawn to his hands, big, competent hands, with long, sensitive fingers. She shook herself out of her mental lapse, and the movement drew Sean’s attention. Sean’s eyes met hers with dark arousal, and she thought he might just have read her thoughts before her poker face came on. She watched a smile stretch across his face and then was stripped by his look as he leisurely examined her from head to toe.
“Morning, babe,” he said silkily. “Sorry I missed last night.”
Jillian fought her blush with limited success and tossed her hair back. She wished she hadn’t done it when Sean came up on point like a bird dog and moved toward her. She put her hands up, and they hit his hard chest with such force that she took two steps back. Sean leaned down and captured her lips with his, and Jillian nearly forgot her good intentions. It took a couple of minutes to wrest her mouth away, and then she slipped to his side and made it to the counter without touching him again.
“We need to talk, guys, now,” she announced, hating the small tremor in her voice.
Peter reached to hook the towel, and she shimmied away from him, backing right into Sean, who wrapped his arms around her waist and bent to nuzzle her neck right at that same point where it joined her shoulder and made her crazy for his touch. Peter pressed against her front, pushing a thigh between her legs and lifting her on it. She felt Sean’s hard length poking into the small of her back, matching the one Peter sported under his pajama pants, and she couldn’t get a deep breath to protest. The towel began to slip, and she grabbed for it, only to have Sean capture both wrists while Peter pulled it away and dropped it on a stool. The feeling of Peter’s muscled thigh against her now really damp sex, Sean’s mouth on her shoulder, and then Peter pinching and twisting her nipples pushed Jillian near the brink.
“Stop,” she moaned. “Please, stop. I can’t think while you’re touching me.”
“You think too much, babe,” murmured Sean as he licked up her neck and down again. “You taste as good as I thought you would.”
Peter chuckled and continued to rock her on his thigh, her labia actually making little wet sounds against him now. He pulled her breasts upward by the nipples, the little spike of pain pushing her higher. Sean transferred her wrists to one of his big hands and found the nub of her sex unerringly with his finger and thumb. He pinched it, and Jillian went over, her legs softening, held up by the two men pleasuring her. Sean caught her up and sat her on the towel but grabbed her w
rists again when she tried to cover herself.
“No, Jilly,” he ordered, “you don’t need anything to cover that great body. We want to be able to look at you and touch you whenever we like. Nobody else is here, so you’ll be fine.”
Jillian set her jaw and glowered at him. “Since when do you tell me what to do, lawyer boy?”
“Since you promised Peter and I a week, babe. And if you continue to resist or breach the contract, there will be consequences, I promise you.”
Jillian looked at him assessingly then pushed off the stool, grabbing up the towel to wrap it around her. “Not only are you bossy, you must need glasses, too. I’m quite aware of my non-runway-model status, thanks.”
Things seemed to happen in a flash after that. Sean shoved his shoulder into her stomach and straightened up with her, and the next thing he was striding down the hall. She flailed at his back with her fists, and he slapped her butt, hard, never saying a word or issuing another warning.
* * * *
Peter smiled to himself. He knew Jilly wouldn’t obey nor comply easily, so this was going to get very interesting. He contemplated the utensils in the container on the counter and selected a large rubber spatula. He filled a small bowl with ice, covering it with a cloth. Then he followed the shrieks and screams. Breakfast would get cold, but all for a good cause. He entered the bedroom and beheld Jillian’s delightful bottom raised high, compliments of several pillows under her belly, her arms secured at the wrist to the headboard of the king-size bed. Sean was in the process of tying her ankles to the footboard, spreading her legs wide, keeping her bucking, struggling form under control with one hand as he slipped a foot into the soft velvet loop. Peter admired the view as he set the bowl of ice down and handed Sean the spatula. Sitting near Jilly’s head, Peter swept her hair up and away from her face, dropping a kiss on her temple. He jerked back from her snapping teeth and burst into laughter.
Sean grinned at him and said, “Jillian hasn’t learned how to obey those of us in charge, buddy. And maybe we should be gagging her, too, to protect us from those pearly whites.”
Jillian’s threats were nearly incoherent with rage and indignation, but the personal epithets were clearly audible. Peter watched Sean shift from amused to darkly dangerous in a second. He cracked her across the ass with the kitchen utensil and swiftly got her attention. Jillian went silent and very tense. Sean ran his tongue across the pale pink welt he had raised, and she shivered, trying to clench her buttocks and close her thighs against him. He slipped his fingers between her labia and pushed the lips open, exposing her vaginal opening and the area around her clit. Then he slid those digits up and pressed against her anus. Jillian shivered again and ordered, in a cold, stern voice, that he stop, that they untie her. The juices soaking her thighs belied her tone.
“You’ll get five more smacks as punishment for disobeying in the kitchen, babe, but more than that, the smacks are to remind you that we will never let you put yourself down,” Sean stated flatly. “And I suspect that Peter is going to explain to you that biting isn’t allowed either.”
* * * *
The rubber stung as it connected with her flesh. She couldn’t anticipate where it would land, whether on her ass crack or the middle of a cheek or where her buttocks met her thighs, but by the third smack she was astonished and mortified to feel her pussy begin to swell and moisten even more. The pain was changing into something deeper, something erotic, as Jillian became more aware of what Peter and Sean were seeing between her legs and how much control they had over her. She was wrestling with a vagrant thought about how ceding power, putting the responsibility elsewhere, and how freeing it felt somehow when the smacks stopped and a hand rubbed the hot, sore parts of her bottom, making the whole area warm. Not to mention the heated wetness between her legs. Someone swirled a finger or two in that wetness, and Jillian gasped as her vagina was then penetrated. The fingers withdrew and slipped up to press at her anus, her natural lubrication allowing access through the tight entrance. Restrained as she was, Jillian could only rock a little on the pillows and moan.
“Well, Peter, spanking doesn’t appear to be the punishment we hoped would deter our little lady from acts of rebellion,” commented Sean.
“I think that we’ll cool her fine ass down a little, and I’ll express my disapproval about nearly getting bit,” replied Peter.
Jillian hated how hot she got when they talked about her as though she wasn’t in the room, but was also amused at the fractured grammar coming from their team’s quality control specialist. She somehow knew better than to say anything. She wasn’t sure she could take another spanking, at least not for awhile. What on earth was she thinking? How could she even consider another spanking? There was something so wrong with her. Again that thought about letting go of control flitted through her brain but was trashed by the sensation of bitter cold gliding over her ass. Jillian screamed. Peter was applying ice cubes to her hot flesh, skirting the fingers still moving in her anus, but the water was dripping down around them and creating strong sensations. She tried to move away and heard herself begging and pleading, especially as the ice melted further and dripped down her cleft. No, that wasn’t fair. Yet somehow she trusted them.
The cold sensation stopped, and Jillian took a breath of reason only to scream again as an ice cube was pushed up into her vagina. The feeling was indescribable, particularly when Peter’s cold fingers rolled her clit and the ones in her anus pushed deeper and scissored. The orgasm blindsided her, and she saw a sprinkle of flashes behind her eyes, her vagina and anus clenching in concert, melting the ice cube and setting off a series of mini orgasms. Peter petted her clit gently, and the fingers slowly slid from her. When Jillian could compose a rational sentence, she opened her eyes and then opened her mouth to make a promise of another sort, only to find Sean crouched beside her, staring, looking inflexible and dangerous.
“Think hard about what you want to say, Jillian, baby,” he suggested. “We can give you the greatest pleasure, or we can take you nearly there and deny you, over and over. You belong to us for six days, and that’s nonnegotiable. You’ll need the seventh to rest.”
Jillian shut her mouth and then closed her eyes against him, only to spring her lids open when he fisted her hair and lifted her head.
“Uh-uh, babe, no retreating, no distancing yourself. We want every gorgeous part of you, temper, warts, and all. You’ll be getting all of us, and you’ll have to trust that we won’t break you. Now, we’re going to feed you, and you’ll sit with us, naked and available.”
Jillian fought back tears. She didn’t know if she was angry, humiliated, or aroused, but she was certainly overwhelmed and scared of the huge wave of emotion that was sweeping over her. Sean’s face softened in an instant, and he freed her wrists while Peter did the same to her ankles. Sean sat on the bed and shifted her onto his lap to hold her close while she cried, murmuring nonsense and rocking her. Peter kissed the top of her head, then wiped her tears and helped her blow her nose. Jillian couldn’t look at either of them, and Peter lifted her face with a hand under her chin, forcing her to see their faces.
“You want this, sweetheart, truly you do,” he stated, “and we have waited a very long time to show you what you need and what you are capable of. Let us dominate you and see to your pleasure, bring out your best. And Jillian, we want this to be forever.”
Jillian stared at them both, shifting her gaze between them, seeing their intense stares. She found that she was tired of always being in charge, avoiding men because she intimidated them. Except Sean and Peter didn’t seem to be intimidated, and she decided to take the plunge. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
“Only in the bedroom, do you understand?” she asked. “And if you hurt me, then you’d better kill me, because you will pay through every method known to mankind and beyond, even you, lawyer boy.”
Sean’s face darkened at the slight, and then he smiled at her. “Agreed, babe, but I don’t negotiate punishments ei
ther. Nor do I forget. You’ll be disciplined for that lawyer boy comment later.”
Jillian quailed a little but held herself firm and looked at Peter.
“We only want your compliance in the bedroom, well, maybe in the living room and the kitchen, the bathroom, too, probably, but we would never be the alpha male in public, honey. We love your sass, we respect your business acumen, and your social skills are so polished. We love who you are. The only time we might react is if you put yourself at risk,” Peter answered.
“At risk?” she questioned. “What the hell does that mean?”
“Never mind,” Sean interjected. “There won’t be any risk taking in this condo. Unless it’s us making you take them, and they will be the good kind.” He glared at Peter, and Jillian wondered what message passed between them.
“And what happens in six days?” Jillian asked.
Sean answered first, “We’ll talk on the seventh day and go from there, babe. Now, no more chitchat. We need to eat, and then you’re going to get fucked. Amongst a few other things.”
Chapter Three
Eating warmed-up bacon, eggs, and soggy toast and drinking stewed coffee while naked and ogled by two horny men had never been on Jillian’s fantasy list, but she was starving and secretly wondered if there was enough protein to support her body and soul through what Sean had promised. They touched her constantly, albeit without actually being really sexual. It was kind of like gentling a nervous animal, getting her used to them and their intensity. Her body hummed with arousal, and she was glad to be sitting on a towel. Sean made her open her legs so that he could turn the stool and look at her spread folds from time to time, and, rather than embarrass her, it fed her excitement. They clearly approved of her pussy, the red pubic curls catching the sun as it streamed through the window behind Sean. She had never been the subject of such focused attention by one man, let alone two. She had never been in the presence of such dominant men who clearly desired her and would not let anything stand in their way of slaking that desire, either. They didn’t seem to notice that her thighs were a bit heavy, well, maybe more than a bit, or that her ass was definitely cushiony. She was okay with her breasts, still high and firm even at thirty-two, and so far she had only a little roll around her middle, and that disappeared when she laid down, which was the position she expected to be in most of the time for the next several days. Her thoughts of fleeing had pretty much diminished, and the only thing that really niggled at her was the impropriety of being shared by two men. She hoped that in six days time she would have an answer as to which one she might choose and wilted a bit inside to think that she might have neither. Sean was probably close to her age, but Peter had just turned thirty, she thought, remembering a surprise office party a few months ago. It wasn’t exactly like a May and December thing, but why would these two hot, virile men want chubby, career-focused Jillian Brandt? Jillian resolutely set those negative thoughts aside. She was going to do this.
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