Whats Your Pleasure (11 page)

“Easy, now.
Let me get this condom on, and I’ll have you full and satisfied in no time,” he assured her.

True to his word, a moment later she felt the tip of his penis pressing against her quivering hole. She reared up as his width stretched her even farther than his fingers had. She was sure she’d split in two.

“Relax,” he crooned, gently stroking her back. Slowly, with infinite care, he eased himself into her warm body. “That’s it.”

Joe answered only with her pants and moans. She felt as if she would spit apart. She trembled as the exquisite pain morphed into pure pleasure. She had never felt so full, so used, so utterly taken. Firmly grasping her hips, Vince began rocking himself in and out. Lightening bolts of electricity seared every nerve with beautiful sensation. She began to buck against him, matching his rhythm.

“Good girl,” he encouraged, thrusting harder into her.

Again, Joe reared up, but this time Vince didn’t stop her. Her body shook with tremors, and she cried out as she rode the wave of ecstasy.

“Ride it, baby. Don’t stop!” Vincent’s breathing became ragged. He pumped into her faster, now, each stroke more determined.

Joe felt him lengthen again and clenched her muscles tightly around him, milking him to his own fulfilment.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her, his weight nearly crushing her. Joe didn’t mind. She closed her eyes, wanting to savour this feeling for as long as possible.

Suddenly, her eyes popped open. She could feel him shrinking, still encased in her body. This subtle movement brought new quivers of tender joy. She squealed as he slowly slid out of her, sending jolts of electricity throughout her body.

“Oh my God, Vince.
That was incredible,” she sighed.

Vincent rolled off her and pulled her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head.
“Couldn’t agree with you more, my dear.
Are you very sore?” he asked, one hand rubbing her still hot cheek.

Joe wiggled her bottom, aware of a lingering heat.
“A bit.
But it was so very worth it. Can we do it again?”

Vincent laughed loudly. “Count on it, babe. Count on it.”

                                                                       
* * * *

“Bet that went over like a lead balloon,” Nathan laughed, stretched out on his couch.

Vincent had dropped by his friend’s place to watch the game and had told him about showing Joe the house.

“Yeah, you could say that,” he answered.

Nathan cast an appraising eye at Vincent before saying, “Can’t believe you didn’t get hit.”

It was Vincent’s turn to laugh.
“Almost.
Let’s just say we came to a mutual agreement.”

“And what would that be?”

“End of next month, Joe will have enough in savings for the first month’s rent and deposit. She’s going to move in. Then, at the end of May when Cain is out of school, she’ll get custody of him, and they’ll live there. Being here for the summer will give him time to adjust and make a few friends before school starts in the fall,” Vince explained.

“And you?” Nathan pushed.

“Me? I’ll stay at my place but be a regular visitor at hers. We’ll see how the ball spins. Hate to admit it, but she’s right. We should take things a bit slower, especially where Cain is involved.”

“Probably wise.
So, what’s on the agenda for tonight?” Nathan asked as he stretched and yawned.

Vincent grinned.
“Thought you’d never ask.”

Chapter Twelve

Surprise!

1 part vodka

1 part sour apple schnapps

1 part
spiced rum

Mix in a shaker with ice. Pour into high ball glass over ice.

“This surprise better not be like the last one, Buddy Boy,” Joe warned, wagging her finger in mock warning.

“This one, my beautiful little submissive, will be wonderful. This surprise lasts only for the night. Ready for the rules?” he asked, grinning.

Joe felt the heat rising from deep within her body. Early in the afternoon, Vincent had called and asked her if she wanted to have some fun that evening. Always up for a bit of a frolic, she had eagerly agreed. He’d told her to dress casually but to wear no underclothing. Now, seated in his car in front of his apartment, she wiggled a bit in anticipation.

“Shoot,” she answered.

“First and foremost, rule number one is you let me know if you are not comfortable or you want to stop. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” she acknowledged. Once she had believed that a submissive was little more than an unwilling slave. Now, she knew that just like in any loving relationship, the submissive had just as much power as the dominant. Vincent was always careful not to push her too hard. Sometimes, she almost wished he would. Just last week, she had been bent over his lap receiving a delicious over–the-knee spanking. Without warning, he’d stopped, telling her that her ass was red enough. She’d begged for more, but he was adamant. He did not want her bruised, and if he had continued, she would have been. Thinking about it later, she realised he was right. She didn’t want to be bruised, either. Good thing Vincent always watched out for her.

“Rule
number
two. You keep the blindfold on until it is taken off you.”

“Got it.”

“Rule
number
three. Once we get inside, you will remain completely naked until we leave.”

Joe blushed and nodded her head. Vincent did not seem at all concerned about her scar. In fact, he often ran his fingers and tongue over the ridges, soothing and caressing her damaged skin, but she still remained self conscious.

“Rule number
four,
and this one may surprise you, so tell me if you’re not okay with it,” he said, holding her hand next to his heart.

“I will.” She smiled at this wonderful man, her thighs beginning to tremble.

“There is another man waiting in the living room. I plan on sharing you with him, but if you prefer, he can simply watch or leave. Both he and I will respect your decision.”

Joe felt a moment of terror.
Another man?
Was he nuts?

“Who is it?” she asked.

“That’s part of the trust I want you to have in me as your dominant. I’m not going to tell you, and you will remain blindfolded. But believe me, Joe, if I didn’t believe in this man’s integrity, I’d never let him get within ten feet of you,” Vincent assured her.

Slowly, Joe nodded her consent. If she truly wanted to be a submissive to Vincent, she had to learn to trust him more. It helped, of course, knowing that she had the final say in all things. Seeing the pride in his eyes, Joe knew she had pleased him with her answer.

Vincent got out of the car and walked around to open her door. This simple act of chivalry still warmed her heart. He helped her out of the red Jeep and, holding onto her elbow, walked her up the stairs to his apartment. Before sliding the key into the door, he slipped a blindfold over her eyes. Joe felt a moment of panic, but her excitement soon overrode her fear. She heard the door open, but he stopped her when she put a foot forward to walk inside.

“Strip,” he commanded.

Startled for a moment, Joe hesitated.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

Gulping down her embarrassment at the thought of one of his neighbours walking by, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop to the ground. She kicked off her shoes before unbuttoning and unzipping her favourite pair of blue jeans. Having followed his earlier directions regarding no underclothing, she now stood completely nude in the hallway of Vincent’s apartment building. Rather than feeling humiliated as she had anticipated, she felt liberated. Her confidence soared, and she stood tall and proud, waiting for further instructions.

“God, Joe,” Vincent murmured, “you’re incredible.”

“I’d have to agree,” said a deep voice.

Joe smiled.
Nathan.
She should have known this was the man with whom Vince would share her.

Feeling Vincent’s hand on the small of her back, she walked into the room. This was a dream come true. How many nights had she fantasised about both Vincent and Nathan? How did Vincent know? Would he be jealous? If he were, then why would he initiate this ménage?

She heard Nathan rise from the sofa and walk over to her. He ran his hand along her face and grasped the nape of her neck, tipping her head back. His lips, warm and strong, descended on hers. His tongue pushed her mouth open and began its assault. Joe melted under his power. Vincent was a strong man, but also had a slow and sensual touch. Nathan was pure power. She leaned against him and felt his arms go around her. He lifted her, carrying her to the dining room while continuing to kiss her senseless.

Only when he gently laid her on the table did he raise his head, breaking the contact with her mouth. She felt his breath on her neck and heard him whisper, “Tonight, you are ours, Blondie. But know this. I will stop if you want me to. Don’t care what I’m doing, if you want to stop, say the word. I want you to enjoy this as much as Vince and I plan to.”

Joe nodded, too overwhelmed to speak. Suddenly, she jumped. Something cold was dripping on her chest.
Ice?

Vincent laughed. “You’re frowning, little one. Trying to figure out what I’m doing?”

“Yes,” she said breathlessly.

“Nathan and I are in the mood for ice cream. You’re the bowl,” he explained. “Try not to
wiggle,
or the whipped cream will slide off.”

She was the bowl? She felt something cold plop between her breasts and something else on her stomach. She yelped a bit when another cold plop landed on her Mound of Venus. Within moments, she felt a cool drizzle of something thick and sticky dripping along her body, then heard the fizz of whipped cream being squirted.

She moaned, recognising Vincent’s warm tongue slowly licking her cream coated breasts. She held her breath and tried to count to ten. The coolness of the topping contrasted with the warmth of his mouth in a senseless whirlwind of sensation.
 
The ice cream wouldn’t last long. Her body burned with excitement, a fire growing deep within her belly. When Nathan’s tongue lapped up the quickly melting treat on her mound, she jumped, reaching out her hand to grasp Vincent’s hair. She had to touch them. They were giving her so
much,
she needed to give to them.

“Not so fast. You don’t have permission to touch. You have to just lie there and take your tongue lashing like a good girl,” he said.

Joe could have screamed from frustration. She couldn’t touch them? She just had to passively lie there?
Oh, God. I’ll explode!

As their tongues quickly lapped up the cool treat,
her own
honey began to flow. Her nipples, responding to both excitement and cold, became hardened peaks. She felt teeth tweaking them. She squirmed and wiggled, wanting more.

“Oh!” she sighed as strong fingers gently played around the wet rim of her tunnel. “Please,” she whispered.

“Please what?” Nathan asked.

“Please fuck me,” she begged.

Both men chuckled.

“Hey, Vince, I think some ice cream dripped down here,” Nathan observed. “You want the honours?”

“As a matter of fact, I do,” Vincent answered.

Joe cried out and arched her back. Vincent’s tongue gently flicked her cold but elongated clit. He twirled his tongue about it, apparently licking off every drop of cream. He grasped her nub with his teeth, nipped and then suckled. Joe couldn’t help
herself
. She reached down, splayed her fingers in his hair and pushed her pussy against his mouth. She wanted him to devour her, to consume her whole. Fireworks cascaded as her mind went blank. She
become
not a human but an animal controlled by a primal need, a need she could not live without. Within moments, the sweet, sweet, joy of release filled her, and she screamed out her joy. Vincent lapped up her juices while Nathan again captured her mouth in his. Joe thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

When the waves passed, she reached up to remove the blindfold. Nathan quickly caught her hand.

“Not so fast, Blondie.
You stay blindfolded until we remove it,” he corrected.

Joe, remembering this rule, blushed.

“Right now, I think a little cleanup is in order,” Vincent stated.

Without warning, Vincent picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, standing her upright in the shower. Joe gasped, surprised at the force of the needles of water hitting her skin. Used to much lower water pressure, the sting of the jets thrilled her. The temperature of the water, though, was perfect. Not too hot and not too cold. She heard someone step behind her and felt strong, calloused hands working soap into her back. Nathan. Soft hands rubbed sweet smelling lather over her breasts. Vincent. Could life get better than this?

The two men worked their sudsy hands over her body, into her hair, carefully keeping the blindfold in place. They massaged and rinsed every part of her. Cleansing, purifying. She could have drowned in the sensations. She stifled a sigh of disappointment when the water turned off and Vincent helped her out of the shower and enveloped her in a warm, fluffy towel. She held her arms out, allowing the men to rub and pat her dry.

Vincent grabbed her damp hair and pulled her head back. He kissed her long, deep, his sensuality transforming the centre of her being. She lost herself and became his.

Then she became aware of Nathan rubbing fragrant oil into her shoulders, over her scarred skin. She tensed. His hand hesitated a moment then continued. Slowly, she relaxed. If Vincent wanted her naked, so be it. If he wanted her scars exposed, she’d expose them. Besides, Nathan had seen them before, yet he still wanted to touch her. She sighed, leaning into Vincent as Nathan continued down, anointing her back, buttocks,
legs
.

With obvious reluctance, Vincent broke free of her lips and released her, turning her around so Nathan could massage oil into her legs, stomach, arms,
breasts
.
 
Had Vincent not held her upright, Joe was sure she would simply have melted onto the floor.

Gently, Vincent ushered her into his bedroom.

“You want it rough or easy?” Vincent asked.

“I want it all,” she answered.

Nathan laughed, loud and boisterous. “She’s all I thought she was and more, Vince. You’re a lucky man.”

“I know it.” Vincent kissed her neck before helping her lie on the bed.

Joe glowed with pride.

She felt the bed shift, and the men joined her, one on either side. She held her breath for a moment as each of her nipples was captured by a mouth. Vincent sucked gently, soothingly, lovingly at her left bud, while Nathan’s mouth was much more demanding, his teeth nipping and his hand firmly squeezing her breast. The contrast was phenomenal.

She felt a hand snake down her oil-slick body. She lifted her hips, anxious to offer all she had to these men. Sure enough, Vincent’s fingers rubbed against her clit, first in a slow circle of pleasure, then with increasing urgency. Her hips twitched, and her heart pumped as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Normally, once she came, Vincent would ease up, but this time, he continued stimulating her button. She bucked against his hand while Nathan continued to suckle one nipple. His hand reached over and twisted the other.

She felt her world spiral out of control as the sensations built into a frenzy of joyous confusion. Joe exploded. Wild colours danced before her eyes. Somewhere, she heard someone screaming, scarcely recognising her own voice. Her whole body burned with joy and passion. She was beautiful. She knew she was beautiful. She was powerful and graceful and lovely and perfect. She gave herself over to the power of the moment and became a goddess.

“Jesus,” Vincent said.

Joe heard him, but he seemed so very far away. Her pleasure lifted her soul, and she looked down on herself lying in bed with two gorgeous, generous, dominant men. She hovered,
then
slowly, slowly, she eased back into herself. Her eyelids fluttered open. Somewhere in the midst of her passion, the blindfold had slipped off. She gazed into the eyes of her man, her Lord and Master. Vincent smiled down at her. He lowered his head and gently kissed her lips.

“You squirted,” he whispered.

“What?”

“You ejaculated, little one,” he explained, kissing her face.

“Oh, my God,” she said, raising her hands to cover face.