A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series) (23 page)

“You have
no need to be embarrassed, dear one,” Manuel told her, “your body is
perfeccion.” He glanced over her slender form, thinking how fortunate his
friend was to own her.

Carla
closed her eyes tightly, willing her heart to stop racing and her breathing to
slow. It was all too much; she wasn’t ready to explore things as deeply as Jason
wanted her to. Her mental anguish was so deep she didn’t feel his fingers work
the clasp on her bra, and didn’t realize he’d released it until he firmly
pulled her hands down by her side firmly. She whimpered as the cool air swirled
over her breasts, hardening her nipples into tiny buds.

Manuel
walked forward until he stood before the trembling beauty and lowered his mouth
to one of her tempting peaks. Suckling it he felt her instinctively try to pull
back, she was unable to do so however because Jason held her in place. Manuel flicked
his tongue across her nipple and gently nipped at her; her soft groan of
pleasure and pain made him harden instantly.

“Jason,
please, Sir,” she whimpered, hating that her body was responding to Manuel’s
attention when emotionally she wished to be anywhere else.

Holding
her hands at her side, using his strength to keep her still, Jason lowered his
mouth to her ear and whispered, “Stop thinking, sweetheart, and feel.” He was
finding it difficult to watch Manuel touch what he considered to be his, but he
was determined that she would have the experience.

Manuel
trailed his mouth to her other breast as his hand moved down her flat stomach
and under the band of the small wisp of lace that covered her sex. His fingers
slid over her smooth mound and between her soft folds, pleased by the dampness
he found there. Lifting his head he spoke huskily, “Your body is loving what
I’m doing.” He lowered his mouth to her abdomen and feeling her tense his
tongue delved into her navel, swirling it around briefly.

Carla held
her breath as his tongue tickled her. His fingers were creating the most
delicious friction but her mind screamed at her that it was wrong to be
enjoying what he was doing to her.

Jason was
fighting his own issues as he watched his friend touch his girl, but he refused
to end it. He knew that if he was going to share her, he would at least be
involved in her finding pleasure. “We should move this to the bed,” he said,
his tone more harsh than he intended.

Manuel
looked up at his friend, surprised by his tone, and even more surprised by the
jealousy he saw in his eyes. It was clear the young woman between them meant
more to his friend than he was willing to admit to himself. “Are you certain
you want to do this?” he asked.

Jason
lifted Carla as Manuel removed his fingers and he carried her over to the bed
with long strides. “This is what she needs.” He carefully laid her on the bed,
ignoring the look in her eyes that begged him to stop.

“Sir,
please,” she whispered, not liking the angry look on his face. She was sure he
was going to force her to go through with it and hated that she might derive
even the slightest hint of pleasure from the act.

“Remember
when I told you before that I would be lenient with you because you were new, Carla?”
He needed this to happen as much for him as for her. She was becoming too much
of an obsession, he couldn’t think rationally any longer.

“I
remember, Sir,” she whispered softly, not sure what he was meaning.

“That no
longer applies,” he watched her eyes widen in fear, “if you stop any night,
this ends.” He knew he was being cold and unfair but there had to be some way
to ease the possessive need he felt for her, and he hoped that night would do
it. If he could watch her with another man then her innocence would no longer
be a factor. At least that was how he rationalized what he was doing.

A single
tear slid down her cheek at his words. “You want me to be your whore, Sir?”

“I want
you to agree to do whatever I ask of you, without question.” His eyes bore into
hers, wondering if she would break or walk away. He wasn’t sure which reaction
would please him more.

Forcing
herself to take deep breaths Carla considered what he was really demanding of
her. She could walk away tonight and never see him again, or she could give in
to his demented idea of passion and live with the consequences. It was an overwhelming
decision to make and her mind reeled; was she ready to end it and walk away? 

The answer
was no, and tears ran down her cheeks as she realized it. She hated him for
asking of her what he had, and she hated herself for not being strong enough to
leave. Nodding she spoke softly, “I’m not ready for this to end, Sir.” Laying
her hands on the bed by her sides she trembled, not knowing just what she was
giving in to.

Jason knew
he should be elated when she finally submitted to him, but the feeling in his
gut wasn’t one of joy over her decision. Strengthening his resolve he lowered
himself onto the bed and kissed her. It wasn’t a kiss of loving tenderness, or
of passion, it was a kiss to show his possession of her. “Tonight you will know
what it means to belong to me utterly.” His hands went to the scrap of lace
that covered her sex and pulled it down her shaking limbs.

Manuel
removed his clothes, not certain his friend was ready to share his pet. She was
incredibly beautiful, and he couldn’t wait to enjoy her, but there was an air
of tension in the room that concerned him. They had been friends for many
years, and had shared many women, but he had never seen his friend act the way
he was just then, it was clear he was struggling with the idea of having
feelings for his latest submissive. “Jason, you are sure this is something you
wish to pursue?” he asked, needing his friend to be certain.

Jason
stood and undressed quickly, refusing to allow himself the time to change his
mind. He needed this for his own sanity, and to remind himself who was in
control. The girl was his pet, and until he could be sure of his own state of
mind he’d do whatever it took to put her in the same place as the submissives
before her. “Let’s enjoy our little slut,” he said finally.

Carla
closed her eyes at his words, wishing she had the nerve to tell him to go to
hell for his comment. She didn’t doubt for a minute that he would send her away
if she denied him, and a part of her thought that would be for the best.

As both
men joined her on the bed she tensed, if she was going to stop this she knew
she needed to do so then, otherwise it would be too late. Why she remained
still and silent as their hands found her breasts she would wonder long after
the night ended.

Jason
lowered his mouth to her breast and suckled deeply, his teeth scraping lightly
over the hardened peak. Knowing that Manuel was enjoying her other breast
enraged him, and he tried to shut out the anger and jealousy that threatened to
overwhelm his mind, to think of Carla as just another submissive, but he
couldn’t. His hand squeezed her creamy mound tightly, forcing a gasp of pain
from her.

His hand
moved down to her smooth mound and he plunged two fingers into her. She wasn’t
dry, but neither was she fully ready for him. His eyes moved to her face and he
saw her eyes were shut tight while her entire body was rigid and tense. Seeing
that he forced himself to gain control over his volatile emotions and pulled
his fingers from her clenching folds; it wasn’t supposed to be a punishment for
her, he told himself with a mental shake.

“Taste
her, Manuel, she is so sweet,” he told his friend. A tiny voice at the back of
his mind told him he should stop things, that what he was doing wasn’t right,
but she had her safe words, he reminded himself, if she truly wanted to stop
what was happening she could.

Determined
that she should not regret what was happening, that she should find as much
pleasure as them, he moved up her body and claimed her lips gently.

As she lay
there Carla wished the night would end. If it was what he needed to stoke his
ego then she would give it to him, she thought angrily, but she was damned if
she was going to enjoy it. She would not give him the satisfaction of finding
pleasure in what was happening.

His lips
gently pried hers apart and his tongue slid between them, drawing her attention
to him, and away from what he was allowing to happen to her. As his tongue
slowly danced with hers she found her mind drifting off, making it difficult
for her to think.

Following Jason’s
suggestion Manuel lowered himself between Carla’s beautiful thighs, lifting her
legs over his shoulder. He felt her become even more tense and rigid and slowly
trailed kisses up her thigh until his mouth settled over her soft folds and his
tongue lightly grazed the sensitive flesh of her clit.

He prided
himself on his talents with women, and his ability to always leave them
satisfied by the time he was finished. He was determined that this occasion
would be no different. She would enjoy the experience, no matter how much her
mind tried to resist her body. Spreading her nether lips with his fingers his
tongue delved deep, retreating and entering again; every so often he moved up
to circle her clit with his tongue and nip at it gently.

The touch
of a stranger’s lips on her body should not have been pleasurable, Carla told
herself, she should not be enjoying it, but like the slut Jason had called her
she felt her body respond. As much as she wanted to remain distant from what
was being done to her, to let them have their pleasure but not to enjoy it
herself, she found it impossible.

Jason’s
hand on her breasts and his tongue dancing with hers ignited her passion, while
the feel of Manuel’s tongue, diving into her core again and again, proved too much
to resist. Soon enough she felt her body flood with desire as her brain closed
itself off and gave her body over to the pleasure she was experiencing.

Her hips
arched off the bed, giving Manuel free reign over her body and he gripped her
hips firmly as he continued to explore her depths with his tongue. He darted it
in and out of her, lapping at her core before retreating and moving up to nip
at her clit and tease the piercing in her clit hood, then he started all over
again.

Carla
relaxed as she surrendered to the passion and desire being generated in her;
almost immediately her body tensed again and she lost all reasoning as she came
undone. Overwhelmed by the sensation she moaned into Jason’s mouth and dug her
nails into his shoulders, her legs squeezing tight around Manuel’s head.

Manuel’s
fingers slowly pushed inside her and then pulled out, moving down to her
untried rosebud. Gently he pushed the tip of his finger inside while she
attempted to move away.

Pulling
her lips from Jason’s Carla protested the unwelcome invasion of Manuel’s
fingers. She struggled against them as it dawned on her that they were planning
on both having her at the same time. In her earlier panic she hadn’t realized
what it might mean to have two lovers, now she did and panic set in. “Jason,
Sir, please, I can’t!” She felt as though she was about to go into hysterics.

“You can
do this, Carla, and you will enjoy it,” Jason told her, his mouth claiming hers
again for a brief moment. His hands traced their way over her body while Manuel’s
mouth reclaimed her clit. The sensation was overwhelming after the orgasm she’d
just had. “Trust me, I would never allow you to be here if I thought Manuel
would hurt you. This isn’t what tonight is about.”

His words,
and Manuel’s mouth on her core, left her thoughts a jumble. She knew there were
a hundred reasons she should be saying no, but the sensations were winning out
over her fears. She felt herself building toward release again and whimpered
when Manuel pulled away.

“How do
you want to take her?” Manuel asked, he was rock hard and knelt up to slide a
condom onto his impressive length, keeping his eye on their beautiful conquest.

“I will be
the first to have that sexy little ass,” Jason said. He knew he was larger than
Manuel, and his friend would be less invasive, but he was not prepared to trust
his friend so far as to break her in, she was too important to him.

Manuel lay
down beside Carla. “Come ride me, baby,” he said, stroking himself. He ached to
feel that sweet little cunt engulf his length.

Carla bit
her lip, almost drawing blood; he’d left her on the edge of fulfillment and her
core was aching, but she still wasn’t sure she could do it. The thought of Jason
entering her from behind was just a small part of her hesitation; she knew if she
went through with it, nothing would ever be the same again.

“Now, Carla!”
Jason could see the indecision on her gorgeous face and refused to let her
overthink the situation. The look of pleading she gave him made his resolve
falter but he held firm. “Don’t make me ask you again, sweetheart.”

Tears
filled her eyes again; the endearment may have been gentle, but the look in his
eyes told her he expected nothing less than her submission. Trembling she
lifted herself over Manuel, who rubbed the head of his long cock briefly
against her velvety lips. Looking away from both men she slowly lowered herself
onto his length, noting as she did so difference in size between the two men.

Manuel
loved how tightly she gripped him, and his hands moved to her hips to guide her
all the way down onto him. Her soft gasp of pleasure had him rotating his hips,
eager to enjoy her as fully as he could. “So damn tight, little pet, you feel
wonderful!”