Authors: Opal Carew
“Lean over the back of the chair.”
She walked to the nearby armchair and leaned over, opening her legs in anticipation.
She felt Dane step behind her, then his hard cockhead stroked her slick slit. She
drew in a breath as his cock stilled against her, then he slowly pressed his tip inside
her, stretching her. He drew out, then slipped inside, a little deeper. Then out again.
This time, she felt the pressure of his hard flesh against her back opening. He eased
forward and her narrow passage stretched for him, allowing his hard flesh to slide
inside. Very slowly. She forced herself to relax while he pressed deeper. She pushed
her muscles against him, allowing him easier entry.
His cockhead was now fully inside her and he pushed deeper still. Once he was all
the way in, he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tight to him. He eased
their bodies around and perched against a tall stool he must have brought in earlier
from the kitchen. He lifted her legs until her knees rested on his thighs, her legs
spread wide.
The feel of his enormous cock inside her felt incredible. She gazed at Storm, who’d
been watching them, his cock at full attention, and she longed to feel him inside
her, too.
“Now’s the time to fulfill her fantasy, Rafe.”
The turbulent expression on Storm’s face seemed to conflict with the glint of lust
in his eyes. He strode toward her, his hand wrapping around his cock, then he pressed
it to her opening and thrust forward. She gasped at the feel of his huge erection
driving into her.
“Do you like that?” Storm demanded, almost savagely.
The intense sensation of being sandwiched between their two hot, muscular bodies,
and filled by their two huge cocks sent her senses reeling. It was strange and exciting
and extremely wild.
“Oh, yes, sir.”
Storm’s eyes grew darker still and he cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue driving
into her with power and authority. He released her mouth, his expression fierce, and
he grasped her hips and thrust forward, driving Dane’s cock further into her, too.
She cried out at the intense pleasure of both cocks filling her so deeply.
Dane grabbed her hair and coiled it around his hand, pulling her head back against
his shoulder. “Do you like both our cocks inside you?”
“Oh, God, yes, Mr. Ranier.”
“You heard her, brother. Now fuck her hard.”
Storm thrust forward and she gasped. Wild sensations rippled along her nerve endings.
The two men found a rhythm, Storm driving forward, Dane thrusting upward. Her arms
wrapped around Storm and she clung to him as pleasure swept through her, higher and
higher with each thrust of their bodies.
“Oh, yes.” After uttering the tremulous words, she whimpered, her whole body trembling.
Both cocks drove deep again and she cried out.
“Please … Oh, God, I’m so close.”
Pleasure spiraled and she felt faint yet enlivened. Surely she would soon implode.
Storm’s fingers stroked her face and her eyelids popped open. His lips grazed her
cheek.
“Come for me, baby,” he murmured.
His cock filled her, moving in rhythm with Dane’s and pleasure exploded through her.
She wailed as her body burst into pure sensation, ecstasy vibrating through her entire
being.
“That’s right.” Storm’s fingers glided along her cheek as his cock drove in and out.
Her wail intensified to a shriek of pure delight.
Dane groaned and arched upward, his cock drilling deep before hot liquid filled her.
Then Storm’s powerful body jerked forward and his cock pulsed inside her and then
erupted. She squeezed him as his hot seed flooded her insides. His mouth captured
hers as his body continued to shudder against her.
Finally, Rafe drew back, his dark gaze locked on her face. “Was that worthy of your
fantasy?”
She smiled. “Totally blew it out of the water.”
* * *
Jessica awoke to darkness. She stroked her hand along the strong back she leaned against.
Dane. After the incredible sexual adventure she’d shared with both Dane and Storm,
the three of them had wound up on Dane’s bed and fallen asleep. She rolled onto her
back and reached for Storm … but he wasn’t there.
She lifted her head and glanced around. He wasn’t in the room. She slipped from the
bed and walked to the dresser where Dane had piled their clothes. She found one of
Dane’s shirts and pulled it on, then fastened several buttons, loving the feel of
the fine silk against her body. She opened the bedroom door and walked down the hall.
There were no lights on, but the moonlight silhouetted Storm sitting on the living
room couch, nursing a drink. He wore his faded jeans, but no shirt. She turned on
a table lamp and he glanced at her.
“Hi,” she said softly.
He just nodded. She sat down on the chair and leaned toward him.
“What’s wrong?”
He shook his head and shrugged, then took another drink. She eased onto the couch
beside him and took his hand.
“Tell me,” she insisted softly.
His blue gaze turned on her, and she could see the turmoil plaguing him.
“Is that really what you like?” Rafe demanded. “Being ordered around?”
She shrugged, trying to make light of it. “Yeah. It’s sexy to be dominated by a strong
man. But it’s all just a role.”
“Is it?” he demanded. He pushed himself to his feet, drink still in his hand, and
paced. “And what about the
punishment
? That seemed real enough.” He stopped walking and tipped back his drink, then his
gaze pierced her. “Do you like pain?”
“No, it’s not that. When Dane smacks me, it’s not all that hard. It’s more stimulating
than painful. My skin gets all tingly and sensitive. Then he strokes it and … I don’t
know. It’s just exciting.”
His eyes narrowed. “So you’d like it if I dominated you?”
Her heartbeat fluttered and she nodded.
He set his drink on the table and stepped toward her, then grabbed her shoulders and
pulled her to her feet. His lips met hers in a hard, demanding kiss. His arm wrapped
around her waist and he crushed her body to his as he assaulted her mouth with his
tongue. She could taste Scotch. Her breathing became labored as excitement rushed
through her.
Then he released her.
“Strip off your fucking clothes,” he demanded.
She fumbled with the top button, but finally got it released, then gasped as Storm
impatiently tore open the shirt. He pushed it from her shoulders and stared at her
naked breasts. The nipples immediately peaked.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around, then
marched her around the couch. “And I want to fuck you so bad.”
He pushed her forward to lean over the back of the couch and she grasped the upholstery
to steady herself. She heard a zipper, then his jeans hit the floor with a
thunk
.
“I’m going to fuck you now. How do I command that?
Be
fucked?”
Clearly, he’d had a little too much to drink, but she could feel that his big cock
was hard and ready to go as he pressed it between her thighs, and stroked her slick
flesh.
“You are fucking wet, so obviously this is turning you on.” He pressed his cockhead
to her opening.
She gasped as he drove in hard and deep.
“Fuck, you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she assured and squeezed him inside her. “I love the way you feel inside me.”
“Yeah? Tell me more. Like when you’re being a slave.”
He drew back and thrust again.
“Yes, Mr. Ranier. Please fuck me hard.”
He drew back and smacked her ass. “Don’t fucking call me
Mr. Ranier.
” He drove into her, then drew back and smacked again. “Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He thrust and smacked, then again. His strikes were harder than Dane’s and her ass
was burning with heat.
He thrust faster and harder, and with every thrust, he smacked her ass, alternating
sides. Her ass burned painfully, but her pleasure rose as his cock stroked her passage.
She squeezed him and he groaned, then shuddered against her as his cock exploded inside
her.
His arm curled around her waist as he leaned against her back, holding her close to
him. She could smell the Scotch on his breath as he pressed his face into her hair.
Finally, he eased back, then stiffened.
“Ah, fuck.” His fingertips stroked over her stinging ass. “I’m an asshole. Look what
I’ve done.”
She turned around and at the sight of his pained expression, she stroked his cheek.
“No, sweetheart, it’s okay. I liked it.”
“Your ass is dark red. Clearly, I hurt you,” he insisted.
It had hurt a little more than she liked, but that didn’t matter. She’d still enjoyed
it.
“It’s all right.” She stroked his whisker-roughened cheek again and smiled. “It was
really sexy.”
He dragged her against him and kissed her, his tongue exploring her mouth gently this
time. She responded with light sweeps of her tongue.
“Oh, fuck, Jess. I never want to hurt you again.” In his eyes, she could see that
he didn’t just mean the spanking.
She stroked his tousled hair from his eyes. “I know, sweetheart.” She kissed his neck.
“I know.”
He kissed her again with passion. “I love you, Jess.”
“Me, too.” She sighed and snuggled in his arms, sleep threatening to overcome her.
She smiled and took his hand.
“Come back to bed. Sleep with me.”
He followed her to the bedroom and climbed in bed behind her, draping his arm around
her waist. Thankfully, Dane was still asleep.
* * *
Dane lay quietly in the bed as Jessica led Rafe into the room, then climbed into bed
behind him. He hoped she wouldn’t notice his rapid heartbeat.
Dane had seen the whole thing in the living room. He’d heard Jessica leave the room
and he’d glanced around to see that Rafe was gone, too. He’d silently followed her
into the living room in time to see her coax Rafe to talk about what had happened
between the three of them. Dane had stayed in the shadows, not wanting to disturb
them. He should have come back to bed, but he’d needed to know what Rafe’s feelings
were. How he had coped with the dominance. And especially the punishment.
With Rafe’s history with Dad—with the beatings—Dane really didn’t know if it had been
a good idea or not to punish Jessica in front of him. He’d hoped it would be, to help
Rafe get past his own traumas.
Seeing his brother on the couch, clearly a little drunk, his heart had sunk, believing
he’d done him a disservice, but Jessica had masterfully handled the situation with
her loving encouragement. When Rafe had actually punished Jessica with harsh blows
to her ass, Dane had had to stop himself from coming to Jessica’s rescue. But he was
sure that if she had told Rafe to stop, he would have. So Dane had just watched, letting
the scene play out.
He knew the blows must have hurt her, but she’d taken them stoically. Then Rafe had
apologized, and they’d shared a tender moment. Dane’s heart ached at the memory. Rafe
loved Jessica, that was so clear.
Dane loved Jessica, too, and ordinarily he would have let nothing stand in the way
of possessing her, but it was also clear that Jessica loved Rafe. And she was good
for him. With her by his side, Dane believed that his brother might finally get past
their father’s brutal treatment of him and maybe even come to accept himself for the
wonderful human being he was.
Damn it, he knew in his heart that Rafe and Jessica should be together.
* * *
Dane woke up with Jessica pressed tight against his back, her naked breasts warm and
delightfully soft against him. His groin tightened. If he lay here for another few
moments, he would wind up rolling her over and gliding his rising cock into her.
And he didn’t want to do that.
Right now, he needed distance, and time to think.
He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. A quick glance across the bed told
him Rafe had already left.
Smart. Neither one of them wanted a face-to-face this morning.
Dane grabbed a set of clothes and headed to the guest room so he could shower and
dress without waking Jessica. Fifteen minutes later, he left a note for her on the
kitchen counter, then headed down to the lobby. The limo was waiting for him when
he stepped outside.
As the driver negotiated the morning traffic, Dane’s thoughts turned to Jessica, his
heart aching at the thought of losing her. Jessica had told Dane early on that she
didn’t want a romantic relationship, because she didn’t want to be hurt again. Because
Rafe had hurt her badly when he’d left her. That was why she’d hesitated to accept
Rafe’s marriage proposal once he’d returned, or even commit to a romantic relationship
with Rafe.
Even after last night, Dane was worried that she might use her relationship with him
to avoid moving forward with Rafe.
The limo pulled up in front of his building and he went inside and rode the crowded
elevator to the executive floor. When the doors opened, he noticed Melanie sitting
at her desk. It was early for her to be here.
“Good morning, Melanie,” he said as he walked by her desk.
“Good morning, Mr. Ranier.”
He went into his office and closed the door, then started up his computer, intent
on keeping his mind busy. He’d just opened his e-mail when he heard a tap on the door.
He frowned. Melanie never interrupted him when his door was closed.
“Come in,” he said.
The door opened and Melanie peeked inside. “I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Ranier, but…”
She hesitated and drew in a breath. “May I talk to you for a moment?”
He glanced at the clock on his computer screen. He had an hour before his first meeting.
“Of course. Come in.”
She closed the door and walked across the room, clearly nervous, then sat in the guest
chair facing his desk.
“I know you’re not going to want to hear this, but…”