Authors: Morgan Ashbury
Why, she acted like one of those women who enjoyed being roughed up, one of those subs!
So she was into that shit? Blake felt his hopes for the future soar.
He had the sudden insight that getting Chastity to do what he wanted would be a simple matter of exerting control over her.
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He’d have to wait until morning, and make a couple of stops, first.
Blake laughed. By this time tomorrow, he’d be exactly where he deserved to be.
* * * *
“Take off the skirt.”
Chastity could feel herself shaking as she obeyed. Jordan’s eyes glittered with heat as she worked the tiny scrap of leather over her hips. When it hit the floor, Marcus helped her step out of it. As he did, he caressed her leg, causing a shiver to run up her spine.
“Did you notice those tiny little zippers in the bustier, just under your breasts?”
Jordan’s voice came out silky smooth and though he stood several feet away from her in the play room, it felt as if he ran his hands up and down her naked body.
“Yes, Master, I noticed them.”
“They’re not decoration. Unzip them, and hand the material to Marcus.”
She was so excited she didn’t know if she could get her fingers to work properly. She caught Jordan’s grin out of the corner of her eye as she struggled with the zippers.
“Are you wet, darling?” The note of teasing, accompanied by Marcus’s low chuckle inspired her own smile.
“Sopping.”
“Good.”
She handed Marcus the two pieces of material, personally delighted with the change in the appearance of the bustier. Her breasts lay completely exposed. Her nipples tightened in response to two heated male stares.
“As beautiful and hot as you look, darling, something’s missing.
Don’t you agree, Marcus?”
“I do.”
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“Why don’t you go get the last part of our woman’s outfit?”
“I’d be honored to.”
Chastity tilted her head as she looked at Jordan. He simply smiled, letting her stew in her curiosity.
She didn’t have to wonder long. Marcus returned carrying a small, flat box. Standing so she couldn’t see inside it, he removed the lid and held the box out to Jordan.
“The last part of your outfit,” Jordan announced as he stepped forward. “I said you’d have to earn this, and tonight you did. Far faster than I ever dreamt you would. Destiny, I think. ” The collar was black, narrower than the one Marcus wore, but otherwise identical to it.
Chastity’s vision blurred as Jordan fitted the symbol of his ownership around her neck.
“You belong to me now,” he whispered. “You belong to us.”
“Yes.
Please
.” She’d been many things in her life, but she’d never belonged, never felt as if she did belong, until now. Anything these men wanted, she would give. Anything they gave her, she would take.
Jordan took her face in his hands, lifting her for his kiss. Hot and wet, his mouth drew her in, drew her down, so that she swam in arousal and need. His tongue swept into her mouth, stroking, demanding, and she offered him everything. His flavor drenched her, warming every bit of her that had ever been cold and lonely.
She whimpered when Jordan weaned his lips from hers. When he stepped back, he nodded to Marcus.
This man’s kiss tasted different, yet no less hot, no less liquefying.
Chastity opened to him, her tongue mating and dancing with his. Too soon, he pulled back, but his gentle touch on her cheek directed her eyes to an even better feast.
Jordan had shed his clothes. His cock, long and thick and impossibly hard, drew her attention and made her mouth water.
“Pleasure our master with that hot mouth of yours, baby,” Marcus said.
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She needed no further urging. Slipping to her knees she wrapped her hand around Jordan’s cock. Hot and smooth, the skin a soft covering for muscle with such rigid strength, Chastity had only a moment to wonder how she could be so lucky as to belong here with these wonderful men.
Then she opened her mouth and took Jordan’s cock inside. Her lips stretched wide, and she shivered in pleasure. Yes, he did taste different than Marcus. His savory essence sent tiny flickers of joy through her. Here she discovered a taste she could come to crave above all others. Jordan’s groan and the feel of his strong hands combing through her hair, holding her head to him thrilled her. She who had always believed herself lacking could pleasure this virile man.
“You have a fabulous mouth, sweetheart,” he praised.
She slid her lips to the head of his cock, used her tongue to tease the tiny indentation. Looking up at him, she said, “I love your cock. I love both your cocks.”
“Good, because you’re going to have both our cocks.” Jordan said as he pulled back. He pulled her to her feet, into his arms. “Feel free to go nuts.” Then his lips lowered to hers.
Flinging her arms around him, she rubbed her breasts against his hair-dusted chest as she returned his kiss. She wanted all of him, her tongue and lips voracious, her hands stroking through his hair then caressing down his back, fingers flexing as if she could pull him into her. His rigid cock pressed against her belly, and she couldn’t help but stretch up in a bid to fit it to her sex.
Arms enveloped her from behind, and a second hard, naked cock brushed her ass. Marcus slipped his hand under the scant covering of her thong. She rolled her hips forward, so her pussy could feel both his hand and Jordan’s cock.
They connected, touching, all three of them.
“You’ve got too many clothes on,” Jordan gasped.
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Apparently Marcus agreed, for together and with barely leashed violence, they pulled the two garments from her.
Then Jordan framed her face, his lust-filled gaze meeting and heating hers while Marcus ran his hands across her ass.
“Our bed’s a softer playground, Chastity,” Jordan said. “You’ll take us both there.”
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Passion ruled.
Chastity had never known this kind of lust, this kind of need.
Jordan carried her to the bed and deposited her on the enormous mattress.
“On your knees.” He hooked a finger inside her collar and drew her toward his cock.
She took him back into her mouth, eager to please, to coax his seed from him. Moving her head up and down, she traced the veins in his shaft with her tongue, pulling her mouth almost all the way off him before plunging again and sucking him deep. The tip of his cock touched the back of her throat, and she instinctively adjusted his depth so they would both receive the most pleasure. With little sipping motions, she began to suck. The flexing of his hips and his soft curse told her he liked that a lot. Bolder, she sucked harder.
The lap of a tongue against her sopping folds nearly shot her off the bed.
“Since his was the first cock in your mouth, we thought it only fitting his mouth be the first one on your pussy.” Jordan’s words sounded surreal. She’d tumbled into a world where only sensation lived, only pleasure mattered. The long, slow strokes of a tongue against her clit, the nuzzling of Marcus’s lips and tongue on her labia and the exotic taste of Jordan’s cock in her mouth combined to drive her arousal higher, still. Marcus inserted a finger into her pussy, moving it in and out in tandem with his tongue caressing her folds. Jordan’s hands on her head held her still as he began to thrust, taking control, moving his cock, fucking her mouth.
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“Hold on to me, baby. Hold on while we take you.” Jordan’s raspy command sent tingles skittering across her flesh.
Between her legs, she felt Marcus pull away from her, but had no time to mourn the loss of his tongue on her mons. The bed bounced with his movements. Jordan’s hands left her head only long enough to pull her hands onto his hips.
Then she felt Marcus on his knees behind her. The heat of his body coating her back, a brush of sensation against her pussy was the only warning she got before he plunged his cock deep inside her.
“Let me taste her on you,” Jordan whispered. He leaned over her, reaching. She looked up and watched as her two lovers kissed, as Jordan licked her juices off Marcus’s mouth. The tenderness, the passion between her men filled her heart and fired her blood even hotter.
Two cocks moved inside her, in and out in a fierce, relentless rhythm. Marcus held her hips in a firm grasp as he pounded into her.
Groaning, he leaned over her and licked her neck.
“Your pussy is so hot, so good,” he said. “Seeing you with Jordan’s cock in your mouth is such a turn on. Damn, I’ve never been this hot.”
Her lips caressed as Jordan’s cock pistoned in and out of her mouth. She needed to taste him, to drink his essence as she had Marcus’s. She wanted the gift of his release even as she felt hers racing toward her.
No control, no discipline, just raw, raging lust, building, exploding until she could only scream, the sound muffled by her lover’s cock.
As if they’d only been waiting for her, both men began to come, both cocks sending hot streams of fluid lust into her. Despite the condom he wore, Chastity could feel the heat of Marcus’s ejaculation as she swallowed Jordan’s release. His seed poured out of him in a pulsing gush and she swallowed every drop, the flavor intense and addictive.
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“Easy.” Jordan stroked her hair then gently pulled his cock from her. He held her securely as Marcus leaned panting against her back.
“I think I just died.” Surely a woman couldn’t have that fierce of an orgasm and still live? The masculine chuckles didn’t annoy her.
Just the opposite. Their amusement, their tenderness filled her with joy.
“You’re still alive, baby.” Marcus kissed her neck then pulled away from her. “How about I grab us some wine and we take this party into the hot tub?”
“There’s a hot tub? Fantastic food, to-die-for sex
and
a hot tub?” Wine and hot water sounded like the perfect follow up to the most stupendous sex she’d ever had.
Jordan chuckled and gave her an extra squeeze when she entwined her arms around his neck. “There is, and it’s a beauty.”
* * * *
Marcus lay back against the side of the tub, glass of wine in hand, eyes half-closed as he reveled in the afterglow.
He’d begun imagining Chastity as part of their family months ago, just after the first time she’d come into his bookstore and he’d gotten to know her.
The reality of having her here with them surpassed his imagination.
Her expression of utter peace and contentment more than pleased him. It filled him with a sense of gratitude. Jordan, too, was a more relaxed, happier man than he’d been when their relationship had begun. Marcus figured he had to be the luckiest man alive to have been given these two vibrant people to care for.
“Oh my God,” Chastity sighed. “This is absolutely fabulous. In the last two days I’ve been totally spoiled. I like that feeling. A lot.”
“Everybody needs to be spoiled sometimes,” Jordan said.
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“Truer words,” Marcus said. Did Jordan realize how far he’d come in a year? Marcus doubted it. Watching the man’s evolution had been like watching a beautiful flower bloom. And now he had another bud to help nurture, to help bloom.
Marcus set down his glass. They lounged in the frothing water, arranged against the edge of the round tub like three points of a triangle. With little effort, he fished under the water for Jordan’s right leg. Lifting it to rest on his thigh, he began to massage Jordan’s foot in the way he knew would make that man melt.
“I don’t imagine there’s any tension left in this body,” Jordan said dryly as Marcus worked his thumb along the arch of his foot.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God no, sweetheart. It feels great. Your foot massages are one of my greatest pleasures.”
Marcus smiled and continued to knead the muscles. He noticed Chastity watching them intently. Tilting his head toward her, he winked. Curiosity lit her eyes, and maybe renewed arousal, too. When Jordan groaned softly and slid down further in the water, Marcus moved just a little closer to extend his reach.
He played his hand up Jordan’s thigh, instantly rewarded by the sight of that man’s cock stirring awake. He brushed the back of his fingers across Jordan’s scrotum and along his shaft. Jordan flexed his hips as if to better capture the touch.
Marcus continued his teasing play until Jordan’s cock hardened.
Then he took it in his hand and stroked him, his grasp harder, he knew, than the one Chastity had so recently given. Not better, just different. He couldn’t say, himself, which kind of handling he preferred. Both his lovers aroused him.
“Oh, yeah.” Jordan practically purred, and nothing pleased Marcus more. Of course, it had thrilled him to make Chastity cry out in release, too.
Jordan opened his eyes and set his wine down. Marcus read the expression on his face, the heat in his eyes.
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“I want to please you,” Marcus whispered, because those words portrayed the heart of him, and he knew it. He received more joy in giving than receiving, even in this.
“What do you need, Marcus?”
Jordan had used that velvet-over-iron tone that thrilled Marcus to his core. It was his Master’s voice, the edge of will he’d come to depend upon. Just knowing Jordan loved him, that his loyalty was absolute, had lifted Marcus from the almost unfathomable unhappiness, the horrible loneliness he’d lived in before they’d met.
Before this man and this love had come into his life, he’d merely existed.
Was it any wonder his joy came from giving? He craved giving back, and could never give enough to fully repay Jordan for the gift of his love.
“I need you, Jordan. All that you are. I need you inside me.”
“Show me.”
Excitement propelled him from the water, guided his movements as he reached up on the shelf for a condom. He had the package open, and as Jordan stood, Marcus smoothed the latex into place on his rigid cock. His hand lingered to stroke the silky shaft once, then again.