Young, Allyson - The Promise [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] (17 page)

“Open.”

Jillian accepted him, closing her lips tightly as he then fisted his hands in her hair, replacing Peter’s.

“Take everything I give you, wench, with no complaints,” he said darkly.

* * * *

Sean fucked her mouth mercilessly. Jillian knew her lips would be bruised, and already her jaw was aching as his girth filled her up. He didn’t take long, though, to push to the back of her throat and spray hot spurts of semen against it. Jillian tried to swallow, but there was too much and he was too deep. His seed, mixed with her saliva, spilled out of her mouth and trickled in rivulets down her chin and onto her breasts as he withdrew. She heard Peter mutter at the sight, and Sean ran his hand roughly across her cheek. No one wiped her mouth or chest, and Jillian knelt there in the silence, feeling incredibly feminine and in charge. It was ridiculous because there she was, tied and blindfolded, at their mercy, yet she knew she ultimately held the power.

A moment later Jillian was helped to lay back, her legs grateful for the respite. Her hands were still tied behind her, and it wasn’t that comfortable, but the feeling of being restrained added to her anticipation. She felt someone kneel at her feet and spread her legs, folding them at her knees to place her feet flat, opening her fully. A finger slid into her vagina and back out. Then something cold and round was fitted there and slowly pushed up inside. The size stole her breath for a moment until she stretched to accommodate it. Jillian wanted to ask what it was but was forestalled by the insertion of another object of the same size and shape. The combination of the ones in her ass and those in her vagina were a trifle overwhelming, and she had to ask.

“Please, uh, sirs,” she tried. “What are those in my, in my, oh hell, up my ass and pussy?”

Peter laughed out loud from his position between her legs. “There are anal beads in your back hole, little virgin, and Ben Wa balls in the front one. They will move about as we ready you for us.”

Jillian heard Sean hiss at Peter. “What did you tell her that for? It would be better if she just wondered.”

“She’ll obsess about the toys because she hasn’t seen them before,” he whispered back, like she couldn’t hear.

Peter lifted her legs and slung them over his shoulders. He shoved his tongue inside her, making contact with a ball and forcing it higher to clink against the other. Jillian nearly bucked out of his hold, and Sean moved quickly to hold her shoulders flat while Peter made a meal of her pussy.

Jillian writhed and squirmed against Peter’s mouth. He ate at her like she was lunch, sucking and lapping her moisture, nibbling on her clit. When he licked her from anus to clit, she shrieked. She figured those anal beads must have a tie or something on the end because it got dragged with his tongue and they jostled and jiggled right along with the sensation in her pussy. White lights flashed behind her eyes when he drew her nub into his mouth and sucked hard while simultaneously pushing a finger up into both of her openings. Jillian screamed his name and experienced an orgasm that went on forever as the balls and beads banged around against one another and communicated through the thin membrane separating them. Peter lapped at her until she stopped clenching then gently lowered her legs to the floor.

Sean didn’t give her a moment’s respite before he sucked a nipple into his mouth, using his weight to hold her steady, even as Peter pushed down on her belly with one hand. Sean tormented the other nipple with his mouth, adding his fingers to the mix, rolling the abandoned tip against the clamp. He pulled back and released the clamps at the same time as Peter pushed harder on her belly to intensify the fullness of the objects inside her at her womb. Jillian went over with a whimper and shuddered with the intensity.

* * * *

Peter watched Jillian fall back into herself. He was glad he had pulled the blindfold off before she came. He loved to watch her orgasm, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with pleasure. He loved her cries of passion. It was a picture he never tired of seeing. He looked up at Sean and saw lust, excitement, and sheer dominance reflected back at him. The more gentle part was over. Time to enforce their slave’s obedience.

Chapter Fourteen

Sean was impatient for the discipline scene to start. He was hard and ready to go again but wanted to push Jillian as far as
she
could go in accepting erotic pain. Including branding. Not that he’d mark her permanently, but it was such a turn-on to see a woman writhing when she knew she was being claimed. He would never go back to fetish clubs but was really enjoying some of the activities he was introducing Jillian to. And Peter, well, who knew? Peter had loved his ideas and expanded upon them. Best of all, Jillian welcomed them.

Sean swept Jillian up and stood her on her feet, attaching a dog leash to her collar. Her head flew back, and she glared at him, as he hoped she would. He loved her temper.

“I’m not a dog, Sean,” she informed him, “and I don’t care if this is part of your scene. Take that off.”

Peter whacked her across the ass, and Sean put her over his shoulder and smacked her ass all the way to the bedroom. He put her down right under the hook in the ceiling and untied her hands, taking time to rub her wrists and shoulders until she looked comfortable. Then he tied them back together and hooked them to the rope above her head while Peter secured her ankles to the hooks in the floor. They made sure to stretch her as much as they could without putting undue strain on her muscles and joints. She looked absolutely gorgeous, all drawn up and restrained. The corset restricted her breathing a little as it was supposed to do.

“We are going to instruct you in total obedience, slave,” Sean told her. “We would prefer to hear you scream but will offer you a gag in our infinite mercy.”

* * * *

Jillian thought that this might be getting a bit too dark for her and didn’t want a gag in case she really needed to scream and tell them to stop. She was getting totally aroused again, but this instruction thing seemed a little over the top. She shook her head and refused the gag. The anal beads jostled, and her vagina clenched on those freaking balls. It made for a nice distraction.

* * * *

Sean uncoiled the flogger from around his waist and began to stroke her with it, slowly, slowly building in intensity. Her translucent skin above and below the corset took on a pink hue as she initially tried to move away from the lash, then began to lean into it. Her head fell back and her throat worked as she moaned and whimpered. He wanted to redden her ass and her pussy but didn’t trust Peter’s expertise with the crop yet, so he grabbed a paddle from the wardrobe once Peter opened the lock. The chair was heaped on the bottom of the wardrobe, and Jillian wouldn’t know what it was she was seeing even if she did spy it. She was far too busy reaching for another orgasm.

At Sean’s nod, Peter began to paddle Jillian’s buttocks. He slapped every inch of her ass, from their fullness to where her cheeks joined her thighs, until her skin glowed. He then brought the paddle up in an underhand motion to slap her pussy. Jillian was screaming and begging and pleading by then to come. Peter told her that she would come when her punishment was complete and not before and was a bit taken aback at the threats she made to his person. Sean shrugged and whispered to him that he had seen this before. Subs at the Club sometimes became so overloaded with sensation that they spoke out in ways they wouldn’t normally.

He handed Peter a vibrator, and Peter held it to Jillian’s clit while Sean flogged her nipples. Her screams probably alerted his upstairs neighbors, an elderly couple, partially deaf and probably at home and probably calling the police right now.

But she sure was beautiful in the clutch of her climax.

* * * *

Jillian came out of her stupor to find herself restrained and spread on the dining room table. The men had somehow found a way to use the table legs to attach the velvet ropes to without making her too uncomfortable. Sean must have remembered her complaint about the hardness of the wood because there was some kind of thickness of fabric beneath her. She was also quite naked.
Shoot, she would have liked to be present when the corset came off
. Peter propped her up and held a bottle of water to her lips. She drank thirstily, and he kissed the residual moisture from her lips.

“Falling for our sex slave, Peter?” Sean asked from his position at the foot of the table, never taking his eyes from her open sex. If Jillian hadn’t been so tired, she would have told him how rude he was being.

Peter chuckled. “Maybe.”

“I think I’m done for the day, guys,” Jillian suggested. “I’ve had lots of orgasms, and I’d like those things out of me.”

Sean gave her an incredibly dark look. “Slaves are branded, Jillian. And then made ours by an act we have practiced for generations. Prepare yourself.”

Jillian watched as he lit a candle and came around to stand by her side. Peter held her shoulders firmly. What the fuck? What did he mean by branding? For real?

“What are you going to do?” she whispered.

Peter leaned to whisper in her ear. “Jilly, please trust Sean. He knows what he is doing. You can ask him later about it.”

Jillian didn’t want to have anything to do with candles, but Peter had put the onus on her. Did she trust them? She did. They wouldn’t hurt her, she was certain. But candles? She took a deep breath and watched Sean lean over her and carefully drip the wax. It fell just under her right breast, and she arched at the tiny burn but didn’t ask him to stop. He seemed to trace a shape and punctuated it with a drop on her nipple. That blew her away, and she shrieked. The next shape took longer but the sensation on her other nipple felt just as amazing. Peter kissed her, and then she felt him spread her labia wide. She tensed and panted, anticipating what was coming. She could smell her own arousal, and when she pried her eyes open, she could see that both Sean and Peter’s cocks were bouncing against their bellies. Sean took careful aim and coated her button with a larger dollop of wax. Jillian spasmed and came, hard.

“Babe,” Sean breathed into her hair. “You look incredible. I want you to see.”

Jillian peered at herself in the full-length mirror that was mounted inside the wardrobe. A flushed, wanton being stared back, hair streaming, tangled, and nipples as red as cherries, supported by two large, incredibly sexy men. Faint red marks etched her belly, and she realized that Sean had traced his and Peter’s first initial onto her with the heat from the melting wax. It was so erotic and juvenile that it brought tears to her eyes. Her men gazed at their marks with goofy looks of possessiveness. Jillian wanted to slap them both up alongside their heads but lacked even the strength to raise her hand. Peter must have caught a glimpse of her change in attitude because he quickly gathered her to him and laid her on the bed, stretching out beside her.

Sean, being the full-speed-ahead kind of guy that he was, took the slave-trader pose again and opened his mouth. Jillian wearily held up her hand and pushed fretfully at Peter’s shoulder.

“Give it a rest, Sean,” she complained. “Peter, get away from me. I need to regroup.”

Sean practically pouted with disappointment, and Jillian managed not to laugh. She had no idea what time it was, but it felt like they had been playing with her for hours. She was thirsty and thought she might be hungry if her nether parts weren’t so stuffed. She reached down to feel for the string attached to the anal beads, and Sean grabbed her hand.

“No, slave,” he corrected her. “You do not touch yourself unless we tell you to.”

“Well then, you take these things out of me,” she ordered.

Sean’s face darkened. “Maybe you should put on a show for us. We can attach the spreader and get a really good view, slave.”

Spreader? God, he had bought some other new toy. It sounded ominous. She had had enough, and he needed to back off until she had a nap.

* * * *

Peter headed Sean off before he made good on his threat. They could use the spreader another time. Jillian was tuckered out, and the big finale was something Peter wasn’t going to do without, unless of course Jillian outright refused them. But maybe she wouldn’t if Sean just backed off for a bit.

“Go get her some water, buddy,” he urged Sean. “I’ll help her take the toys out.”