Authors: Cheryl Dragon
She looked up at Jason and licked her lips.
“Don’t scream too loud. We don’t want to attract attention.” Teddy slapped her ass a few times.
“Please!” She put a hand over her mouth.
“She wants to be fucked. We can play hard on her later. Roll over on your back.” Jason stood and opened his fly.
She obeyed, rolling over onto her back and spreading her legs without hesitation. “I’ll try my best.”
Jason smiled and pulled her towards him until the back of her head dipped off the edge. Without orders, she sucked his cock.
“She likes you.” Teddy climbed on the table and slid on protection.
Jason watched his best friend lick her pink pussy. Her moans vibrated on Jason’s cock and he thrust faster into her mouth. Smacking her breasts gently, he watched her body arch. “She looks good and wet for you. I love the ones who look innocent and are really sluts when it counts.”
“Wouldn’t this be better every day than just wanting to get fucked?” Teddy asked as he slid three fingers in her cunt.
She moaned.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Jason smacked her breast harder.
Her sighs and groans turned him on but Jason didn’t want to come too soon. “Fuck her good, Teddy. I want to see her ride.”
Teddy thrust into her pussy and she lifted her hips to meet him. Jason let his buddy shake the table.
“Am I doing okay?” she asked in between groans.
Without responding, Teddy rolled carefully onto his back and smacked her ass. Jason fingered her ass and she settled onto her knees and began to ride his cock.
“Kiss him,” Jason said.
She leant down, kissing Teddy slowly then sucking his nipples. Before Jason could give another order, she turned and kissed him. He leaned in and held her, rubbing her clit as he shared her. His cock throbbed. The fire in her eyes told him she loved it as well. Would she resent him once it was over?
Maybe he shouldn’t have started this? Seeing the pleasure in both of them and feeling it in himself, Jason knew he wouldn’t regret this. He’d miss it. Pinching her ass, he climbed on the table and slid on protection. If it was their last time, she’d be double stuffed right.
He opened the other packet and squirted lube on her asshole. She moaned and held still.
“Ready for the real test?” Jason slid his hand up her stomach, flicked her nipple ring and moved up to her neck.
“Yes, Sir,” she said.
* * * *
Relaxing her body, she closed her eyes and savoured the feeling of two hot cocks in her body. They’d done this a few times every month since they’d started to play, always with Jason planning the event. She’d subbed before Jason so the play was natural.
As Jason filled her ass slowly, she looked down at Teddy. He was a sexy ginger and his rust-coloured chest hair teased her fingers. He hadn’t found the right sub yet but he wasn’t the only friend Jason had shared her with. The variety kept things interesting, but she never felt anything for the other men but friendship and sexual attraction. Play was play. Love was love.
Jason kissed her ear. “Ride us both. Fuck two men at once, you little slut.”
She wasn’t little, but she didn’t argue. Easing forward, she took her time. Life was about change. Moving towards marriage and kids was what she wanted. Some things would have to go. Other couples had great love and kinky sex that involved other people but she wanted Jason to feel secure with her love.
“I think she likes it. She’s a secret whore. Want it?” Teddy squeezed her breasts.
Moaning, she took them harder and faster. “I love it.”
Jason pressed into her deeper and ground against her ass. “You like to swallow cum?”
“Yes, Sir.” She was so close to release that they wouldn’t deny her. Would they? They certainly had done before to make her crazy, but they wouldn’t, not on their last ride…
Strong fingers rotated on her clit and the orgasm racked her body as she squeezed them inside her. She screamed for more and bounced on the hard cocks until Jason pulled free and lifted her off the table. The men took off the protection.
“Don’t miss a drop.” Jason grabbed her by the hair and pushed her face towards Teddy’s cock.
She sucked him all the way down to the balls. Tonguing the tip, she stroked his balls. Jason slapped her ass gently to remind her he was right there watching. It made it so much better to have his hot body urging her on.
“Fuck! Suck it,” Teddy ordered.
“Swallow,” Jason added.
She moaned and obeyed as the cum shot into her mouth. The familiar flavour sparked her need for more sexual play. Jason dragged a chair over and sat in it. As she licked and sucked every drop from Teddy, Jason fingered her folds.
“Get down here. More to swallow,” Jason said.
She kissed Teddy’s sac one last time and turned. She wanted him to play rougher with her. Finally Jason grabbed her by the hair and moved her.
Bending at the waist, she sucked Jason’s cock and left her ass up in the air for attention. Jason swatted her bottom a few times. His groans made her wet and she spread her legs.
“Slut wants more.” Teddy slapped her ass hard.
She whimpered in agreement.
“Spank her red. See if she can take what else we like to do to sexy women.” Jason gave her a good crack on the ass.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said against his balls.
He tugged her hair and pinched her nipple. Fi braced her hands on the chair as Teddy’s body heat warned her he was near.
First he squeezed and teased her ass. Soft smacks and pinches.
“Like getting double-fucked?” Teddy asked.
“Very much, Sir. Thank you.” She flicked her tongue over the head of Jason’s cock.
“She plays innocent.” Teddy held her hips and landed a hard slap on her rear.
“More just like that, Teddy,” Jason said.
“Please,” she gasped.
Teddy gave her three more on the same spot and she tensed.
“Other cheek.” Teddy didn’t give her a break and gave the new spot five hard slaps. “Like it?”
“Yes.” Her knees shook and she focused on Jason’s cock.
Stroking his balls, she worked the tip in her mouth as her ass stung. The sweet ache sunk into her flesh. Jason flicked her nipple piercing and she cried out.
Jason groaned and she pressed her lips around his cock to capture all the cream. Swallowing, she sucked him and waited for the next smack.
Finally she looked up. “Are you done?”
“I think you did what we wanted. You got the job. Don’t think we’ll spank you until
you’re
done every day.” Teddy gave her a few last sharp pops on spots he’d favoured.
“Thank you,” she said.
Teddy hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. “I’ll miss your ass in the dungeon.”
She turned and hugged him. “I think we’ll still be there. You can only watch what he does to me. You need a woman of your own to please and punish.”
“Fi is right about that.” Jason inspected her ass and pinched the tender spots. “He did a good job.”
She gasped and pressed back. “He did. His sub will be very lucky if she likes a rough spanking.”
Jason slapped her ass a few times. She closed her eyes and the pleasure spread. Teddy knelt down and she braced her hands on his shoulders as Jason reddened every spot Teddy had ignored. Jason promised her a red ass by tonight and he always kept his promises.
Then Teddy’s face was between her legs. A spanking while being eaten out. Her mind spun. She ground against Teddy’s face and the gyrations only made Jason smack her harder. It was a fast and rough ride to a climax that made her muscles give. The men held her as her pussy pulsed. Teddy lapped up her juices as Jason cupped her ass cheeks.
“Thank you,” she said.
“My pleasure.” Teddy kissed her thigh.
“Mine too. I want to see you sit down tomorrow.” Jason massaged her pussy.
She gasped. “You two weren’t that rough. A crop or flogger will outlast your hands. I bet our wedding night makes this look vanilla.”
“You’ll have to wait and see.” Jason pulled her into his lap and kissed her.
She couldn’t wait to be his forever and see how he was as a Dom husband.
Chapter Three
Things had been more or less normal until a few days before the wedding, at least in Jason’s world. Work kept him and Fiona busy during the day and they were happily alone in bed together every night.
But his executive administrative assistant, Martha, a harsh dominatrix in her fifties, insisted that he not work from now up until the wedding day. It would irritate his future bride. Sub or not, the bride was in charge and the star of the wedding. Fi was in charge of the vanilla event to please their moms and his dads, while Jason, with Martha’s help, was in charge of the dungeon affair.
It would be simple and not as intense as some of those kinksters who lived the play fulltime. The professional body piercer had been hired and decorations were all arranged. The invitations had been issued by his secretary who knew the dungeon well. Jason owned it, but it ran like a separate business so he could simply enjoy going.
He’d gone over the details for the ceremony with his assistant and there was nothing to be done. His underlings would keep the business running. Jason wasn’t used to having so much time on his hands. After a double workout, he showered and ate.
Dressed for work, he headed over to the front door where Mrs Caster was fussing over wedding gifts sent ahead of time. “Very nice things here, Mr Abbott.”
“I’m sure. Do you know where Fi is now?” he asked.
“Sure, she’s in the greenhouse. Been there all morning. I hope she stops for lunch. That woman will work herself to death.” Mrs Caster shook her head.
“We both have that fault.” He loved that she wasn’t the gold-digger type, coasting now that she’d caught a rich man. She loved her flowers and that creative streak would never die.
“You’re not a woman about to be married with a dress to fit into. Normally I don’t worry about her but she barely ate any breakfast. Final fitting is tonight.” Mrs Caster shrugged.
“Why don’t you make up a picnic basket and I’ll make sure she eats out there?” he suggested.
The housekeeper smiled brightly and headed for the kitchen. “Give me ten minutes.”
Fifteen minutes later, he made the long trek out to the back of his property. The greenhouse had been added for her to work and create without going too far. Also so she wouldn’t track a ton of dirt through the house, which would make Mrs Caster faint.
He walked inside and heard her lecturing someone. Behind a long trellis of ivy, she had three underlings hanging on her every word. All of them probably had PhDs in botany but she had the magic green thumb and creative genius. Finally the redhead looked up.
“Jason, what are you doing here?” she asked.
“Lunch. Mrs Caster thinks you’re not eating enough.” He set the basket on a clean table. “You’re going to let them have a lunch break too, right?”
She frowned. “Sure. I think we’re about done. You have the instructions. From tonight on, this is your responsibility. I want pictures taken, information documented, and text me with any problems. We need these expensive pieces to thrive.”
“Maybe you should wait until we’re back? I don’t want it to ruin your honeymoon,” Jason said.
“These are living things, they can’t wait. They need care and proper attention while we’re gone. Which I know you three can handle. Please just make sure to coordinate your schedules so no check-ins are missed. Thank you. You can take the afternoon off.” Fiona smiled at Jason.
“That was kind of you,” he said, as the underlings quickly left before she changed her mind.
“They’re either ready or they’re not. These aren’t plants they’ve had the chance to tend before. It’ll be fine. Just something to fuss about. Once the honeymoon is over, I can pamper them.” She walked up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He kissed her soundly and felt both of their tension levels ease. “No second thoughts?”
“No, of course not. The stress is just people looking at me. Our families and friends and all the attention plus the tradition.” She hugged him tighter. “I like to design flowers. I never wanted to be a princess.”
“I thought every girl wanted to be a princess.” He frowned.
“Sure, but I wanted gardens of flowers, and nice things, and dresses. I’ve never been one for public speaking or competitive beauty pageants.” She rolled her eyes.
“You don’t mind being in the dungeon and letting others watch you orgasm,” he reminded her.
She blushed and pressed closer to him. “Then I’m not thinking about anyone but you. I don’t care who sees me or what they think. Your attention is what I want. The kinky end of the commitment ceremony doesn’t worry me at all.”
“Good. Just focus on me at the legal wedding and you’ll be fine then.” He loved how she zoned into him deeply even when they played where others could see. A few times he’d mentored new Doms and let them practise with a flogger or paddle on Fi. Her pain tolerance allowed for a few slips and she would tell them very plainly if they were off the mark or falling short.
He’d miss watching her in action.
“Something wrong?” she asked.
He shook off the concerns. “Nothing. I just want to make sure you eat. I won’t have you fainting on me.”
“I’m not dieting or anything. It’s only the nerves. What did you bring me?” She opened the basket.
“Mrs Caster was concerned. I don’t care if you don’t fit into the dress.” He kissed the back of her neck.
“You’d love it if I busted the seams.” She pulled out pasta salad and peppered chicken sandwiches on artisan bread.
“I don’t care what you wear.” He opened a bottle of water. “Dig in.”
“What are you here for really? Bored?” she asked.
He shrugged. “If I go into the office, I’ll get in trouble with Martha. Plus things are all under control. Might as well spend time with the woman I love.”
“Sweet.” She handed him a plate loaded with food and filled one for herself. “What else is going on? I can see the wheels turning in your mind. You never stop.”
“Only when I’m playing.” He settled in to eat and watched her.