BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras) (17 page)

Well done, semental.

"Depends
why
they're calling me that. My 'Master' will decide who to share me with." She shot Sebastian an uncertain look. "Is it too soon to call you that?"

Sebastian reached out to take her hand, squeezing her fingers, his tone steady despite the impact of her words. "Yes, but you may refer to me as Master tonight if it makes you more comfortable with what we're doing." He turned to Luke. "Anything else?"

"No. I'm good." Luke went to retrieve the rope. "Where do you want her boss?"

Hand clasped to his wrist at the base of his spine, Sebastian circled his sofa, which jutted out across the end of the living room, dividing the space from the wide hall. Thick wood feet at the base of the sofa provided the perfect anchor for ropes. They had no scars from it yet, but he looked forward to putting several on them tonight.

"Sit her on the sofa. Tie her legs apart at the knee." The edge of his lips quirked up at Jami's gasp. "Bind her wrists in front. I want her as comfortable as possible."

Luke helped Jami to her feet and propelled her towards the sofa. Her bottom hit the smooth padding and she almost sprang right back up. Her blush had vanished and she squirmed as Luke held her down.

Unsure whether she was still playing, or genuinely afraid, Sebastian latched onto her wrists with one hand and tipped her chin up with the other. "What is your
safeword
, mi cielo?"

"Red." She gave him an impish grin. "I don't need it. You didn't expect me to make this easy, did you?"

Naughty, gatita.
He chuckled and stretched her arms out over her head, tipping her off balance as Luke cut the rope in three pieces, one short, two long. Jami seemed fixated on the knife, not fighting as Luke held the blade between his teeth and swiftly bound one knee to one sofa leg, then the other, spreading her open.

Sebastian released Jami and leaned on the back of the sofa as Luke tied her wrists together. "I do believe I mentioned a gag?"

Jami stared up at him, clamped her lips together, and shook her head.

"Can you be silent while he's licking your cunt?"

She nodded.

"Even when he refuses to let you come? Because he will. You must be punished for forcing us into this situation. We may not let you come until we both do."

Her second nod was hesitant.

He smiled and positioned her arms over her head once again, letting her wrists rest on the back of the sofa. "Keep your hands here. If you move them, or speak, there will be a penalty."

The muscles in her arms tensed, but she kept her wrists where he'd placed them. Her breasts quivered as she pressed her eyes shut and arched her back. He could practically taste the anticipation flowing from her. Her skin took on a rosy glow.
Lovely.

He walked around the sofa to stand behind Luke, then patted his shoulder.

"If you want her, you will strip as well, semental."

Luke stood and stripped down to white cotton boxers, the material thin enough to show the darkened head of his fully erect cock. His clothes were tossed across the room and he dropped to his knees with a
thunk
. His entire focus was on Jami, but something about the way he reacted to Sebastian’s commands made it obvious he was very aware of his presence. He focused so intently on Jami, it was clear he wouldn’t acknowledge Sebastian any more than he had to.

So close to naked, and he was still hiding.

And I will let you, niño. For now.

Bending forward, Luke ran his hands up the insides of Jami's thighs, his eyes locked with hers as he spread her pussy open with his fingers. He brought his lips close, then lifted his head to press light kisses on the slight curve of Jami's belly. He used his teeth along the shallow indent by her hipbone, teasing her by moving closer and closer to her mound, letting his chin brush the very top. She shivered and moaned.

Sebastian trailed his fingers over her thigh, up her side to the underside of her breast. He licked his finger, then circled her rosy areola, avoiding her nipple until she bowed her body as far as the ropes would allow, seeking more.

He pinched her nipple hard as he bent down to kiss her, swallowing her breathy scream. "How does it feel, Jami? Having us both tease you?" He pressed his fingers over her lips before she could speak. "I don't need words. Answer me with your whimpers, your sobs, your screams." He kissed her long and hard, then let out a cruel laugh. "
You
didn't think I would make this easy on you, did you?"

* * * *

Evil man.
Jami whimpered as Sebastian lifted her breast to his lips. A moan escaped her as Luke rubbed his scruffy chin right over her clit before drifting down to finally give her pussy a long, slow lick. She dropped her head back into the sofa, hips quivering as sweet sensations melted through her. Part of her knew this was so bad. But being naughty made it that much hotter. And when Sebastian had called her '
Puta
' . . .

Damn, he had no idea how wet that made her. And Luke accepted her liking it. This couldn't be more perfect.

Sebastian sucked on her nipples until they ached and throbbed, so sensitive his breath sent sharp jolts down to her clit. Luke's tongue hardened and slid inside her. His whole mouth covered her cunt and everything inside tightened up. Another thrust and she'd come. She'd never come so fast, but she was so
so
close . . . .

"Stop." Sebastian knelt beside Luke and cupped the other man's face between his hands, holding him still as he kissed him. The way he sucked her juices from Luke's lips made heat surge into her core, but his next words had her shaking her head. "Don't let her come."

"I'm trying not to." Luke swallowed, leaning closer to Sebastian as he licked his lips. "But I can feel her, right on the edge . . . ."

"Shallow thrusts, long strokes of your tongue." Sebastian patted Luke's cheek. "Avoid her clit as you feel her tense up."

Fuck that!
"Please, Luke! I need to—you're so good—"

Sebastian smacked her inner thigh. The stinging pain made her eyes water. The look Sebastian gave her froze her words in her throat. "This is not the time for begging. The next time you do it I will put you in the cage with a chastity belt and you will find no pleasure at all tonight."

His threats brought her even closer. Her thighs tensed and her hips shook.
Oh God!

Sebastian pinched her clit so hard she screamed. Heat pierced the swollen flesh. The urge to come buckled under the pain, as though she'd been thrown back from the edge of a cliff, still within reach, but too far to fall over. The ropes chafed her wrists as she twisted them, but he held her firmly in place, using his other hand to grab a fistful of her hair.

Luke thrust his fingers inside her.

She groaned, simmering, but kept her mouth shut.

"Be a good little
puta
. You will get what you need soon enough."

She whimpered as Luke withdrew his fingers and nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks. Using her
safeword
occurred to her for a split second, but she wanted this. She loved that Sebastian wasn't shying away from treating her rough. She needed him to use her. For him to let Luke use her.

She just hoped they wouldn't both be disgusted with her when it was over. Ford had been and he'd never gone this far.

"Please continue, Luke." Sebastian stroked his hand down Luke's back as his mouth covered her once again. But his eyes never left her face. The way he paid such close attention to her reactions made her feel safe.

As Luke gently licked and sucked, she let herself sink into the pleasure, but fought to hold back as erotic tremors carried her back to the edge. Luke dug his fingers into her thighs, his own moans adding vibrations to the already exquisite sensations. Her grip on control slipped and she cried out as a violent orgasm ripped through her, shredding her control like wet silk. The disappointment in Sebastian's eyes drew a sob from her chest which lodged in her throat. She should have—

She jumped as Sebastian laid a solid slap on Luke's ass.

Luke roared, red flaring on his cheeks as he sat back on his heels. "What the fuck!"

"What is
your
safeword
, hombrecito?" Sebastian bared his teeth in a sneer. "Did you not understand my instructions?"

"I understood." Luke wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "But—"

"Either use your
safeword
, or bend over and try again."

The muscles in Luke's jaw ticked, but he took his position and carefully ran his tongue between her tender folds. His eyes met hers, as he teased her, dark with defiance barely reigned in. He’d chosen to take it, to give Sebastian control, much like she had. And there was nothing weak about the way he submitted. She couldn’t see him doing it for someone he didn’t respect, which made her feel like she finally understood him.

Until his eyes narrowed and he grazed her clit with his teeth.

Another hard smack.

Luke grunted and pressed his forehead against her thigh. Jami watched Sebastian peel down Luke’s boxers and slap his ass twice. Then he pulled Luke up by the hair.

"I don't reward defiance." He shoved Luke away. "Kneel there, out of my way. You may use your hand to jerk off while I fuck her. But if you come, you won't touch her again tonight."

Sebastian seemed to dismiss Luke as he stood and went to the clothes folded neatly on a chair by the window. He pulled a condom from his wallet and rolled it on even as he returned. Jami swallowed as he leaned over her.

He cupped her cheek and whispered in her ear. "I will not have him ruin this for you. But we will both take care of him, won't we?"

She nodded.

"But first, I will take care of you." He kissed her lips and smiled. "You will come for me,
puta
. Come again and again until you can't stand it anymore. Until you're begging me to stop. But I won't until I feel you've had enough. Until you've learned your lesson."

In a way, she felt sorry for Luke, but not enough to deny herself from getting what she wanted. Hell, what she
needed.
No experience in her life compared to this. She'd expected Sebastian to spank her, tie her up, then make love to her. But she had to admit, if he'd done that, she would have been disappointed. Everything with him seemed like it could be—should be—more.

He held her gaze as he slid into her with one long, slow stroke. As she stretched around his hot, hard cock, he massaged her inner thighs and ran his fingers along the ropes around her knees. He drew out, inch at a time, and she whimpered at the languid, torturous pleasure. Then he slammed in and covered her mouth with his, drinking in her soft cries as he continued to pump in and out, dragging over a spot deep within that triggered another orgasm before she even saw it coming. She tugged at the restraints and screamed into his mouth.

His breath came out in a humid gasp as he continued at the same pace. "More."

Her inner walls were tender. Every slick slide of his dick kept her on the verge of another climax. But she had already come twice, so it seemed impossible. The edge became painful and she made a low sound in her throat as it evaded her again and again. That one word became part of a chant in her head.
More! No more!
Moremoremore
!

 
Circling his hips so his dick hit the spot within from a different angle, Sebastian
V'd
his fingers over her clit.

"Come for me, gatita." Sebastian bent down and closed his teeth around a nipple.

The pain pitched her up until she was falling and falling and screaming with the undulating ripples of heat, drowning in it until she couldn't breathe.

"Another." Sweat slicked Sebastian's chest as he pressed against her. The dark hairs rubbed her nipples and he pushed in so hard the sofa creaked beneath them. He let out a roar that resounded within. Her clit felt like it would burst between his fingers.

She couldn't though. Not again. But then her pussy wrapped around him and she let out one last strangled scream. She felt him pulsing within and it was too much. She tensed, hoping he'd stop moving. It hurt. In a good way. So long as he didn't move.

He held still, his eyes searching hers. As she inhaled he smiled and kissed the tears from her cheeks. "You are very sensitive. Tell me when you're ready for me to draw out, mi cielo."

I'll never be ready.
She pressed her head again his shoulder and let her arms fall over his neck, pretty impressed that she'd kept them where he'd told her to for so long. She felt him going slack within and shifted her hips. She was okay. In one piece.

But the leather felt gross under her ass which was just as slick with sweat as his chest. She made a face. "I'm ready. Please get off me."

With a gruff laugh, he drew out, disposed of the condom, then went to work on the ropes. They fell away and he pulled her into his arms, sitting on the floor with her in his lap. The way he stroked her hair was an odd contrast to the rough way he'd used her, but right somehow. Because she'd trusted him enough to show him this side of her. And he seemed to be telling her, without words, that there was nothing wrong with her needs.

Only, he wasn't the only one there.

Luke knelt on the floor, a few feet away from them, pumping his dick in a way that seemed painful. His face was red, strained, as though he was holding back. Which was exactly what Sebastian had told him to do. She pictured herself in his position, having to watch him getting off with Sebastian when she didn't dare because then she'd get nothing. Hoping that if she pleased him, the torture would end.

"Master—" She made a face as she looked up at Sebastian because addressing him that way felt weird. "May I . . . ?"

Sebastian inclined his head. "You may. He's done well."

She slipped off Sebastian's lap and crawled to Luke, wincing at the ache between her thighs. Still on hands and knees, she glanced up at Luke. Then slipped her lips over the head of his cock.