Morgan raised his head.
Lauren gasped, taking in much-needed air.
Morgan removed his fingers then shifted so he was standing in front of her. He placed one hand on either side of her waist. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, tucking his cock between her legs but not entering her.
“Y-Yes,” she said, wetting her lips with her tongue.
Morgan leaned down and flicked his tongue across her right nipple.
Lauren shuddered, her knees quaking. She felt the handcuffs bite into her wrists. The sensation made the muscles in her lower tummy coil tighter.
“Nice,” Morgan said, flicking his tongue across her nipple again.
“But I’ll bet there’s something even sweeter just a bit further down.”
And down he went.
Lauren looked down, watching him move lower until his face was centered at the apex of her legs. “Aw God,” she whispered.
“Now for the sweet spot,” he said then leaned forward.
Morgan’s warm tongue slid into the cleft of her pussy, up to her clit, then began to undulate in pulsing waves over her swollen bud.
Lauren’s knees threatened to buckle. Closing her eyes, she let her chin fall to her chest. The handcuffs bit in again as her arms stretched.
She moaned, the wave of pleasure building inside her with every swipe of his experienced tongue.
“Mmm,” Morgan moaned. Then he leaned back. “You are so wet, so sweet.”
She opened her eyes, her body tensed and ready to explode.
Morgan rose to his full height.
Lauren whimpered, “Please…”
He smiled. “Oh no, I want to be inside you when you come, Miss Brooke.” He tucked his cock between her legs again, moving his hips back and forth, sliding against her without entering. “And to make
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you come,” he said, lowering his lips to hers, “I’ll be wanting someone to help.”
Before she could ask anything, Morgan’s lips crushed hers, and she moaned, lost in the kiss.
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Chapter Seven
Lauren’s arms were beginning to feel the effects of being stretched above her head. When Morgan released her mouth, she struggled to catch her breath. Her lips felt swollen from his assault, her nipples so tight and hard it stung. “What-What did you mean, you wanted h-help?” she asked, her voice sounding raspy in her ears.
Morgan only chuckled then looked over her shoulder and nodded.
Lauren tried to look over her shoulder. Was there someone else in the room? Someone watching?
She soon found out.
“Hello, Lauren,” Justice said, pressing himself against her back.
His naked chest was warm against her. His erection bumped against the cleft of her ass.
Morgan caught her gaze with his own. “No more struggling, Miss Brooke.” He ran a fingertip across her bottom lip. “You will enjoy what we are going to do to you. And you will tell us you enjoy it, won’t you?”
Oh, sweet Jesus. Two men at once. While handcuffed. A fantasy I
hadn’t fathomed…until now.
“Miss Brooke?” Morgan gave her a stern look. “I want an answer.”
She swallowed, her throat clicking it was so dry. “I…I will.”
“Let’s begin, shall we, Justice?” Morgan asked, pressing himself forward, crushing her breasts with his chest.
Justice pushed against her from behind. “Oh yeah,” he said, brushing her hair back from her neck. He kissed her softly, just below her ear.
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Hands, so many hands, roamed her body. Two hot cocks, one behind, one in front, probed between her legs. Her skin dewed with a thin sheen of sweat, slickening their bodies.
“Relax, Lauren, just relax,” Justice breathed into her ear.
“I’m trying,” she said, her throat tight. It was hard to relax when your body was screaming for release.
“I’m going to slip something inside you,” Justice said at the same time Lauren felt his fingers slip between the cheeks of her ass.
“I’ve never—”
“Shh, don’t say anything right now. Just feel,” Justice said.
Lauren slowly closed her eyes and allowed herself to just experience the sensations of two men having their way with her. She no longer struggled to define which man was touching her where. It didn’t matter, not as long as they continued to touch.
A hot tongue laved her right breast while fingers separated the cheeks of her ass. More fingers pinched her left nipple, sending sparks all the way to the back of her tongue. She tilted her head to the side and grasped the chain holding her up with both hands. The fingers toying at her back entrance disappeared for a moment then returned again, warm and wet this time.
“Relax,” someone whispered. She thought it was Justice.
Lips closed over her right nipple and began to suck at the exact time the warm, wet finger slowly slid into her back entrance.
Lauren let out a sigh, the sensation new to her and decadently good.
“Do you like?” It was the voice coming from behind her again.
“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned, arching her back the slightest bit, pushing against the finger that began to move tentatively in and out.
The mouth released her nipple with a small
pop
.
“Can you take more, do you think? Do you want more?” Justice asked.
“More, yes, more,” she said, her body on fire.
“Let me distract her a bit,” Morgan said.
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A hand slid down her front and dived into her pussy cleft. Fingers pinched her clit, rubbing deliciously.
“Yesss,” Lauren hissed between her teeth, her head rocking back.
Justice moved behind her, his cock sliding between her legs against her ass. She wriggled.
“Widen your legs, Lauren,” Justice said.
Gripping the chain above her head, she slid her feet as best she could, which opened her pussy cleft wider also, the fingers rubbing there sending her close, so close.
“Does it feel good, Miss Brooke?” Morgan asked, so close she could feel his breath against her mouth.
“Mmm, good, yes, good.”
“Don’t come yet. Not yet, Miss Brooke.”
“I can’t…can’t wait too much longer,” she answered. Her body vibrated, her legs getting weaker.
“Bend forward if you can, just a bit,” Justice instructed.
She did slightly but not much. She wasn’t able to move much trapped between the two of them, shackled to the chain as she was.
She was bound. A wave of heat washed over her at the thought.
Hands gripped her hips, one on each side. “Here we go, Morgan,”
Justice said.
The ministrations on her clit increased. A cock probed her ass from behind, grazing her back entrance then pushing against her. “Oh my God,” Lauren gushed, Justice’s cock entering her ass, sending shivers of sparks up her spine. Instantly the hand at her clit disappeared and her mouth was crushed beneath a hungry kiss.
“Jesus, you are so tight,” Justice said behind her as he started to move, to fuck her, to move deeply and stretch then pull back. Morgan released her mouth. “What do you feel, Miss Brooke? What do you want?”
She opened her eyes a crack and looked directly into his as Justice moved in and out behind her, fucking her. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice low and demanding. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
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Morgan smiled widely then moved back a bit, centering himself.
“As you wish, Miss Brooke.” Then he speared her pussy with his cock, all the way to the hilt.
Lauren threw her head back and let out a guttural scream, the orgasm crashing into her. Her heart stuttered as she gulped air. Her legs could no longer hold her, but it didn’t matter.
Justice dived deep in her ass, pulling out as Morgan dived deeper yet into her pussy. The twin cocks fucked her in a rhythm she’d never forget. Her stomach clenched, her muscles pulsing.
“She’s coming so well, milking me,” Morgan said.
“Yeah, mmm, I feel it,” Justice said. “I want to taste her.”
Lauren was coming down from the heights but wouldn’t be down for long, she knew. “More,” she said. “Fuck me more.”
“Yes, baby,” Justice whispered in her ear. “We will.”
Lauren could smell their sex and their sweat. Her body rocked with the assault of two men spearing her in front and behind. The chain holding her rattled above her.
“Morgan, have you tasted her?” Justice asked.
“Yes. I still do. Come closer,” he said.
Lauren opened her eyes, watching them through lowered lashes.
Justice leaned forward over her right shoulder. Morgan met him there, still moving slowly inside her.
The two men melded together at the mouth, their tongues tasting each other, searching.
Lauren thought it was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Her insides began to coil again, winding tightly.
“Mmm, you taste so…so sweet,” Justice said then licked Morgan’s lower lip. Their mouths met again with a hunger.
She closed her eyes. Lauren could hear them, sighing, kissing, sucking each other’s tongues. One of them moaned deep in his throat.
“I’m going to come,” Lauren whispered. “Come with me.”
The men began to stiffen. Lauren could feel them swelling inside her as their hungry mouths devoured each other over her shoulder.
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Then the dam broke, and she spiraled off into oblivion, both men shooting hotly inside her. It seemed to go on forever, the pleasure-filled blackness encompassing her. Slowly, ever so slowly, she surfaced, both men breathing heavily against her.
Morgan slid out of her, backing away. Then Justice.
“Hold her,” Justice said. “She can’t stand. I don’t want to hurt her arms.”
Morgan grasped her around the waist while Justice reached above and unlatched her cuffed hands from the chain. Morgan caught her against his chest. “Limp little woman,” he said, sliding his arm behind her knees and lifting her into his arms.
Lauren licked her lips. “Water, please.”
“Take her to the whirlpool, Morgan. I’ll meet you there,” Justice said.
* * * *
Justice left Morgan to take Lauren to the whirlpool room and returned to his own office. He grabbed a robe from the back of his office bathroom door and slid it on. Then he retrieved three bottles of water from the small refrigerator beside the filing cabinet and exited the office.
Entering the whirlpool room, he found Morgan removing the handcuffs from Lauren’s wrists. She was lying on a chaise lounge, looking extremely relaxed and utterly exhausted.
“Here you go. Drink up. You’re probably dehydrated.” He handed a bottle of water to Lauren, who was rubbing her wrists. “Your wrists are okay, I hope.”
She nodded, taking the bottle from him. She opened it and took a long drink before answering. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m…more than fine.”
Then she giggled, running a hand over her forehead. “That was—”
“Amazing,” Morgan finished for her. “I’ll be going to take a shower now,” he said, taking a bottle of water from Justice. “Miss
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Brooke, very nice to meet you. I hope you’ll enjoy your employment at Cane, Moss, and White.” Then he smiled and headed for the door.
Lauren stretched her legs and lay back, sipping her water.
“Ready for a soak in the whirlpool? So your muscles don’t cramp up,” Justice said.
“Yes. That would be lovely.” She smiled up at him.
* * * *
Justice was pleased that he didn’t see any embarrassment in her face, only a satisfied afterglow.
Justice moved to the control panel on the wall.
The whirlpool room was his favorite hideaway at the compound.
The room was tiled on three sides in muted hues of blues and greens, with recessed lighting that could be dimmed or turned off altogether.
The whirlpool was built like a cross between a small swimming pool and a hot tub. It was large—eight feet wide by ten feet long—and had seats and lounging benches molded into the walls. There were too many water jets to count and underwater lighting that gave the water a bluish glow when the lights were out. The fourth wall of the room was floor-to-ceiling glass, hidden behind motorized shades. When the shades were raised, a view of the thick woods made you feel as if you were outside, communing with nature.
Justice punched a few buttons on the control panel. The water, which had been quietly swirling, burst into a roil of bubbles. The recessed lighting dimmed then turned off, the lights in the pool coming on.
“Wow, this is some room,” Lauren said, rising from the chaise.
She padded over to the stairs leading into the pool and touched her toe to the water. “Mm, warm.”
“Go ahead, get in. I’m right behind you.” Justice took the remote control for the control panel from its slot and shrugged out of his robe. He tossed the robe on the chaise and stepped into the pool,
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hitting the button on the remote to raise the shades. When the motors kicked in and the shades started to rise, he laid the remote at the edge of the pool and waded through the bubbling water to the center where Lauren stood, waist-deep and her arms crossed over her breasts.
Justice moved behind her and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. “Why are you covering yourself?”
he asked, concerned that her inhibitions had returned.
“Can anyone see us?”
The blinds were completely up, the forest revealed in all its glory.
“Lauren, there’s no one out there.” He reached up and massaged her shoulders. “Besides, if someone were out there, they would be part of our cozy little family and would take no notice of us.”
“Are you sure?” She let out a little sigh.
He felt her shoulders beginning to relax. “I’m sure. Our land is fenced and gated. Only those of our group can get in. You’re safe here, Lauren. Trust us. Trust me.”
She turned to face him. “I do trust you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have allowed you or Morgan to…” she placed her palms on his chest, “…to see into my fantasies.”
She looked up at him with such a wide, innocent look, Justice’s heart clenched. He cupped her cheek in one hand. “You surprise me.