Submissive Beauty (22 page)

“Is my beauty ready for more?” Thomas’ whispered words pulsed across her heated skin until her pussy and nipples tingled. Damn, the man barely had to touch her for her to react. It was the ever-present commanding tone of his voice. She suspected he could get her wet with a simple word if he so wished it.

His hand slid between her legs to the slick opening of her slit. “Mmm, just what I suspected. Wet and ready. Such a good little submissive girl.” His teeth grazed against her shoulder, and an involuntary shudder of pleasure shuttled down her body. “And smooth, too. Without the hair, there is no barrier between your silken pussy and my cock. I can sink into the sweet caressing flesh of your cunt and feel nothing but skin and arousal as I do so.”

He tilted his hips forward so that the steel ridge of his cock pressed against her lower back.

“This is what having my fingers buried in your heat does to me. I’ve always considered myself a man with a voracious appetite, but since meeting you, that has increased threefold. I want more.”

He lifted her top leg and shifted his body slightly over hers until the plump head of his cock pressed into her opening, stretching and foraging its way inside. A sharp gasp fell from her lips as he filled her completely. She opened her eyes to find David studying her, a small smile on his face.

“I could watch you like this all night. Watching you get fucked by Thomas is more of a turn on than I ever dreamed.” He leaned forward and nibbled her lips with his teeth.

Thomas settled into a nice and steady pace that created a slow build up with the occasional spark when he’d twist and hit the bottom of her clit or the more hidden g-spot. His hands continued to rub her skin with an occasional slap on her ass cheek to give her that zing of erotic pain that brought her one step closer to release. With each deep thrust, her pelvis rubbed against David’s hard as steel cock hovering at the top of her most sensitive nub.

Between the two of them, they were torturing her with heavy desire and pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. Everything ached. Nipples, clit, even the tight bud of her anus that Thomas had warmed with his fingers. The images raced her to the edge of arousal, pressure building out of control behind her clit. She had to come.

“Don’t come yet,” Thomas warned with a firm smack to her ass.

“I have to,” she cried, the sweet agony burning her alive.

Thomas withdrew from her body. Tears of frustration filled her eyes. “No. Please.”

“Hush and follow directions.” Thomas shuffled behind her, and David moved to lay across the bed. Firm hands at her waist lifted her in position, straddling David’s legs. He fisted his rock hard cock and pointed it between her thighs. When he rubbed the crown across her clit, Gabby jerked in surprise.

Thomas laughed and pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, easing her forward across David’s chest. She wanted to cuss and rail at them for moving so slow. Didn’t they know she was dying?

“Brace yourself, baby.” Thomas warning came only seconds before he breached her ass with his lubricated fingers. A new ache of desire throbbed through her. She’d had no idea how exciting this forbidden act could be before Thomas and David. Already images of them taking her at the same time filled her head. God, she craved it so much. Right or wrong really didn’t matter. Only sensation and pleasure. She was drowning in it.

With each drag against ultra-sensitive tissue, Gabby jumped. She screamed for more. In the back of her brain, she heard the rip of paper seconds before Thomas’ fingers slid away. Empty and aching, she could hardly stand the anticipation. Her clit swelled. Her skin grew hot and tight.

David pushed the head of his cock a fraction inside her and paused. Gabby held her breath. Thomas grabbed her hips and pressed against the tight ring.

A flash of fear rolled through. “Thomas…”

“Take it. Take us. Push back.”

With a precision move, he passed the tight muscle and slid in. Gabby bore down and blew out a breath until he’d buried inside her balls deep. Thankfully, Thomas paused and allowed her body to adjust. Amazingly, it wasn’t enough. She wiggled and cried for more.

Then David thrust inside…

Holy Fuck.

He drove his way through her impossibly tight channel, stretching her wide and forcing her to accept him. Inch after inch, he filled her beyond capacity. The burn sizzled her brain, ratcheting her arousal to an impossible to breathe level. She cried out. First David then Thomas. Begging them to make her come.

Their alternate thrusts detonated along nerve endings never touched, sending her hurtling to the edge of the abyss.

“God damn, she’s tight,” David groaned.

“I know I can feel everything. Fuck!”

The image of their dicks practically rubbing together sent her careening. Gabby lost all control. There was no stopping.

“Thomas! Help!” She begged for relief before it was too late.

“Yes, come. Come now, baby,” Thomas growled at her ear.

Before the last word was out of his mouth, she exploded. Wave after wave of pleasure burst through her. The mixture of heaven and hell consumed her. Her muscles clenched in a powerful grip, holding both cocks inside her during the storm. Inside the eruption, Gabby found a new peace. A place where no one or anything mattered except the three of them. A perfect peace for a perfect pleasure.

Thomas and David slid into the abyss with her, loud grunts and groans mixing with her screams. The wall around her heart cracked and fractured into tiny pieces. These were her Doms.
Hers
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Chapter Sixteen

Gabby turned her car onto her quiet street for the first time in several days. With a brighter outlook, she examined everything from the landscaping of her neighbors’ yards to the design and structures of the row of townhouses. She really did love this neighborhood. What would happen if her relationship with Thomas and David became more permanent? Would she have to sell her beloved home?

She shook the thoughts from her head. She was getting way ahead of their relationship. Yes, they’d given her a training collar, but they were far from anything that permanent. They hadn’t been together very long, and she had a lot of learning to get through before Thomas would decide if he wanted to keep her for the long-term.

Her gut twisted painfully at the thought of him letting her go at the end of the training period. Sure it hadn’t been that long since that fateful night Angel had stood her up, but already her emotions had moved across the board, and she’d begun to face the pull she experienced toward both Thomas and David. A strange phenomenon in itself. She’d never thought belonging to two men would be her thing. She’d experienced jealousy from and toward her ex husband when either of them let their eyes wander. It still seemed so odd to her that neither Thomas nor David would eventually experience the same.

Still…she was a lucky woman to have this opportunity. She pulled into her driveway and turned off the car. Glancing out the window, she thought everything looked the same. Other than her lawn and garden needing her attention, that is. She’d always spent at least an hour a day outdoors, not only for the good it did her body and health, but for the satisfaction of keeping everything meticulous.

She’d have to spend more than an hour today making up for that. She glanced at the sky and reveled in the fact that it was one of those perfect, sunny Carolina days. Not too hot nor too cold. She rushed to the mailbox and gathered the large stack of envelopes awaiting her. She’d have to remember to go to the post office for a post office box or a forward on her mail if she started staying at Thomas’s house much longer.

She pushed the key into her lock and opened the door into the foyer. It felt damn good to be in her own space, but crossing the threshold alone sent a pang of something through her chest. Loneliness maybe. That seemed silly considering she’d only left their bed an hour ago. Between the two of them, they wanted to fuck almost nonstop. She’d secretly suffered with an overactive sex drive for years, which had gone unfulfilled and driven her slowly mad. Other outlets worked for a while, but eventually, it had been one of the reasons her marriage had ended.

She didn’t want to think about Scott now, not when her body was flushed and red from the flogger Thomas had used on her this morning. God, that had been incredibly erotic. The man knew his way around a woman’s body, that’s for sure.

She dropped the mail on her desk and noticed the blinking light on her answering machine. The number read twenty-seven messages. How the hell was that possible? It had only been a few days and her only active client at the moment was Sanctuary. Gabby pressed the play button and wandered into the kitchen to fix some fresh sweet tea. It would be perfect to enjoy out on the back deck before she got started on all the yard work.

She paused at the familiar sound of Scott’s voice on the first message.

“Hey, babe. Are you there? Pick up the phone. I’ve got something I’d like to talk to you about. Okay, guess you’re not there. Call me back. We really need to talk.”

Surprised but not worried, she turned on the water and filled the teapot.

Then the next message came on, and it was Scott again.

“Gabby, babe. Did you get my message? I haven’t heard back from you, and I’m wondering why. Is this machine working? Where are you? Probably out in the garden doing your thing. Hurry up and call me back. We need to talk.”

What in the world could be up with him? She hadn’t heard from him in months and hadn’t expected to after the last words he’d said to her. She shuddered at the memory.

She arrived home from a day-long shopping trip to find Scott in her bedroom waiting for her. Strewn across her bed were all of the private belongings she’d begun to collect after Scott had left. Books about submission.

“Where did you get this garbage?” he demanded.

Frozen in fear, she didn’t respond. The look on his face and the hatred in his voice pretty much said it all.

“Is this why you want a divorce? Because I don’t tie you up and beat you.” He moved into her personal space, and it took everything she had not to withdraw. Her skin crawled. “No one wants a slut wife, you know? That’s what whore’s are paid for.”

“Stop it, Scott.”

“What? Isn’t this what you want?” He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to the floor.

“Stop,” she whispered.

“Don’t worry, slut. You disgust me.”

The next message started. Scott again. Gabby’s eyes rolled upward as she placed the pot on a burner of the stove.

“Gabby, why are you not taking my calls? What’s wrong babe?”

Duh. Was he kidding? Even if she’d been here, she wouldn’t have wanted to talk to him.

“I know I wasn’t very nice the last time we spoke, but I was just upset. You understand that, don’t you?” He paused for several seconds, and Gabby found herself holding her breath.

Finally, he spoke again. “Call me. It’s urgent.”

She jumped at the clanging noise before the call disconnected with the answering machine. He’d slammed the phone down. Gabby sighed. This was not good. The last thing she needed right now was Scott giving her a hard time and interfering in her life.

The next message started.

“Goddamn it, Gabby! Stop acting like a fucking child and pick up the phone. There is no reason we can’t both be adults and work through this.”

A chill snaked down Gabby’s spine. Now, that tone she recognized all too well and according to the machine that had come in yesterday morning. If the rest of the messages were from him, she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear them. Something akin to fear settled into the pit of her belly as she walked to the front door and locked the dead bolt. She shouldn’t be afraid in her own home, but the anger in his voice made her nervous just the same. She looked at the machine and hovered her finger over the erase button.

Listen to them.
Maybe at some point, he’d finally said what it was that he wanted. Surely, he didn’t think after all this time they were going to reconcile. Hell, from what she’d heard, he’d been out screwing every woman he could get his hands on since before she’d moved out.

“You frigid bitch, I should have never married you. I put up with your bullshit for too many years to now be treated like this. You owe me so pick up the fucking phone, or I’m coming over there to haul you out of your shitty garden myself.”

Another deafening clang as he pounded the phone against something several times before disconnecting the call. Goose bumps erupted across her flesh, and she wrapped her arms around her waist. Maybe she should call David or Thomas, let them know. They’d expect it.

No, she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t bring them into this mess if Scott decided to get nasty. He had a foul temper that would only get worse if he found out she was dating again. God forbid if he found out she was serving two men as a submissive. He’d probably have a heart attack. An unbidden giggle tumbled from her mouth. It wasn’t right to think that funny, but damn if the image wasn’t.