Owning Wednesday (2 page)

This is not about you.

She made a soft sound, a small moan of capitulation, and went back to working his cock, kissing, sucking, licking. She sensed him nearing his climax. She felt flushed and frantic to bring him to that peak of completion. This first encounter was like a fire burning too hot and bright, and it imprinted everything about him on her like sharp little burns from ashes: the fresh-spicy smell of him, the tug of his fingers in her hair, the width of his cock between her lips.

He came with a groan and a sweet tremor that she felt beneath her fingertips. After a moment she released his cock with a long, wanton slide of tongue over the latex. She furtively swiped a hand over her lips and chin. She’d drooled on him like a messy whore.

What now
? Her brain was fuck-fuzzy. At a snap of Vincent’s fingers, she was scurrying over to him, rolling on his condom, and throwing herself into orally serving him.

But she was ashamed that even as she knelt before Vincent, thoughts of Daniel crept into her mind. She tried to push them away and center on serving her master. She licked and sucked him, using her tongue to tease his balls in the same way she’d pleasured Daniel. She could feel his rigid stance and tried even harder to please him, taking him deep in her throat for long minutes while he fucked her without tenderness. She gagged, and her eyes watered. It felt angry and uncomfortable, but she groveled before him anyway, giving herself up for his use. It felt like penance. Atonement.

She wondered if Daniel was watching her and what he was thinking.
Focus. Focus on your master, stupid girl
. How many times had Vincent beaten that rule into her in the early days of her training? Vincent twisted his fingers in her hair, and he made some sound, a short comment to Daniel. Then she felt warm thighs against the backs of her thighs and Daniel’s hands around her waist.

She didn’t stop what she was doing. She still serviced her master, but she felt strangely split, the greater part of her attention on the new man behind her. She’d been fucked like this many times, and given no thought to the third partner’s existence beyond a slave’s attention to duty. Now her body burned with a heightened arousal. Daniel moved his hands from her waist to the back of her ass, then down to nudge her thighs wider. His fingers were firm against her skin, and the matter-of-fact way he manipulated her made her pussy ache to be filled. Filled by him.
Please…

He tightened his hands, and that hard, beautiful cock she’d been dreaming of pushed inside, spreading her, forcing her open with an exquisite solidity. She arched to take all of him. He pressed his hips against her ass as he seated himself to the hilt and stayed there, as if he wanted to be sure she focused on his total possession of her. She made a wild sound around the barrier of Vincent’s cock, and Daniel responded in kind.

He began to move, fucking her fast and deep. His balls banged against her clit, a rhythmic tease of sensation. She wiggled her hips, trying to feel more of the delicious contact. Her pelvis ached, and she felt an alarming rush of heat to her thighs and the tips of her nipples. The way he fucked her—so rough, yet so controlled. She was grounded by his steady grip on her hips, and still she had the feeling she might lose herself completely at any moment.

She had to fight the impulse to turn away from Vincent and reach behind her to scratch those thighs, to draw him closer. She wanted to collapse on the floor and grind back against him, doing whatever she had to do to allay the need in her clit. Daniel braced her upright, preventing such an ignominious breach of conduct with one arm tight around her waist.
Careful, careful
. Vincent owned her orgasms, and Wednesday was not permitted to come without permission. She tried to focus, tried not to drift away on her own pleasure and forget her place.

Wednesday refocused her efforts on worshipping her master’s cock. She took him deep, making the small, frantic lust noises she knew aroused him. His cock jerked in her mouth, an acknowledgment of her efforts. Just as she regained her concentration, Daniel reached around to pinch and toy with her nipples. He swirled a deft fingertip around each peak, a soft, excruciating taunt, then pinched and tugged until she whimpered. She pushed back against his cock, her animal sounds muffled by Vincent’s thrusting. The hot teasing and torment goaded her to a frightening apex.

She put her hands on Vincent’s thighs to center herself, one last grasp at regaining her quickly ebbing control. She knew Vincent wouldn’t grant her permission to come, not this early in the scene, and she would not disgrace him by begging. Instead, she gave herself up to the feeling of being used, being conquered by both men.

She jerked her hips each time Daniel thrust in her, and her moaning became a steady vibration against her master’s cock in her mouth and throat. Daniel moved closer behind her. He trailed his fingers down her front to rest at the top of her cleft for just a moment before slipping lower, straight to her throbbing clit.
Oh my God
. He slid his fingers over it with devastating dexterity as he continued to ram her with his cock.

The pleasure was unbearable, piercing and electric. With a backward jerk of her hips and a soft gasp against Vincent’s cock, she toppled over the precipice and climaxed despite all her efforts at control. Orgasmic shocks squeezed her pelvis and shot up to her throbbing nipples. She rode it out in secret, shamed silence, never stopping her attentions to Vincent. Daniel braced her more tightly as she nearly collapsed forward. Then he pulled away.

Wednesday threw herself into pleasuring Vincent, guilty recriminations pounding in her head.
You came. You came
. The worst thing was, she hadn’t even been thinking of serving Vincent at the time. She’d only been thinking of Daniel and the way he was stroking her clit and pounding her pussy. She’d been preoccupied, reeling from his hands and their magic touch. After Vincent was done with her mouth, Wednesday stayed on her hands and knees with her head down, not even able to look at her master’s face.

“Finish,” he said gruffly.

Wednesday peeled off Vincent’s condom and crawled over to dispose of it in the trash.

“Very nice,” Daniel said, sounding bemused. “Full service. By the way, your submissive came while I was fucking her.”

Wednesday grimaced as she returned to the two men, but Vincent looked unsurprised. “Sometimes she’s a real slut that way. I’ll punish her. Or you may, if you wish.”

Wednesday could tell just by Vincent’s tone that he was furious. So be it. What was done was done. Daniel had made her come, and now he’d be the one to punish her for it. She was dying to know the strength of his hand. Vincent rattled off the implements at his disposal, asking Daniel which he wanted to use.

“I want to spank her over my lap,” Daniel said, “if you don’t mind.”

“No, I don’t mind. Why don’t you plug her while you’re at it, and we can both take a turn in her ass when you’re finished?”

“Sure. That sounds good. Come, Wednesday.” Daniel patted his lap. Even in her disgrace it thrilled her to hear her name on his lips. The authoritative, quiet way he said it. She crawled over, and he pulled her across his thighs. He took a moment to run his hand over her ass. He traced down the straps of her garter belt to where they met the lacy tops of her stockings. She was perfectly in position, but he manhandled her anyway, arranging her hips closer to his and then taking her arm firmly.

“I could restrain her with the cuffs if you like,” Vincent said.

“No, thanks.” Daniel laughed, pinching just at the underside of her ass cheek. “I think I can handle this one.” Her tender skin throbbed where he’d pinched her, and he was so strong, so solid. It was so much more apparent now that she was held over his lap. She looked up to see Vincent handing him a toy for her ass. God, he’d chosen a huge one. Daniel was careful, but still she moaned in soft complaint as he drove it home. “Hush,” he said. “You know it doesn’t hurt that much.”

Then he began to spank her, even giving her a short warm-up first. God, this man was wonderful, she thought, but she quickly realized why the warm-up was necessary with him. He progressed from light smacks to spanking like a pile driver—hard and direct, relentless and fast. The pain took her breath away.

There was no time to rest and collect herself between blows. The stinging, punishing blows kept falling without respite, without any downtime. It was so difficult to process the pain that she couldn’t even daydream anymore about how much he turned her on. It was probably for the best, since she wasn’t meant to enjoy this. Punishment, not play. She grasped Daniel’s leg, trying to work through the building pain, then let go, making a fist. She didn’t dare reach back and try to shield herself, but at last she had to cry out and beg for mercy.

“Please…please, Sir!”

“Be a good girl, Wednesday,” he said in a patient voice. “I’ll stop when you’ve had enough.”

He did eventually stop when she’d had enough…well, perhaps just a
bit
too much. Her ass was on fire as he caressed the hot globes with teasing fingertips. She hadn’t cried, not really. Well, almost. Maybe a few silent tears of frustration squeezed from her tightly closed eyes, but now she opened them and wiggled her bottom under his hand. She rubbed her hip against his cock, and he chuckled when she swallowed and went still.

“She takes a good spanking, Vincent.”

“She takes a good strapping and cropping too. Paddling. She’s an obedient girl most of the time. Hold her, and I’ll cane her a little. She hates the cane.”

Holy shit
. Vincent was really mad. Daniel released her and pushed her off his lap. Wednesday slumped onto the floor, her insides turning to roiling mush. Canings were hard to take, except for the welcome catharsis that followed. She didn’t want her master to stay so mad.

She turned on her knees and offered her hands to Daniel, but instead he drew her closer and had her lay her head in his lap. She folded her hands at the back of her neck, and he held them there for her—his cool, firm hands closed around her clenched ones. Vincent laid into her, ten hard stripes. Each stroke whistled down and contacted her ass in a line of liquid, torturous fire, and each time she jerked and cried out pitifully against Daniel’s thighs. Even Daniel’s scent and heat couldn’t distract her from the torment. Even his hands, his unforgiving hold on her couldn’t fully shelter her from the frustration Vincent was venting on her already red-hot ass. The spanking Daniel had given her had been painful but playful. Vincent’s caning really hurt, most of all because it was fueled by anger. By the end she was a complete mess, bawling and straining against Daniel’s grip.

“God, Vincent,” he said. “She’s a beautiful girl.”

Vincent didn’t answer. Wednesday nestled her tear-dampened cheek in Daniel’s lap for a moment, then kissed and nibbled softly, just once, at the juncture of Daniel’s hard thigh. It was a forward, naughty thing to do, but she did it anyway. He shifted, and she heard the rattle of a condom again. Daniel guided his sheathed cock to her lips.

He rubbed and caressed her shoulders as she served him. This time he sat still while she held him and sucked him at her own pace. He was steel-hard, thick, and warm in her mouth. This second blowjob felt like leisurely enjoyment compared to the intensity of the one before. Vincent pulled the toy from her ass, and she braced at the piercing pain of her sphincter stretching, aching. He thrust in her hard, before the ache had fully subsided. Her master held her hips and fucked her while Daniel slid in and out of her mouth. She was powerless and hurt, used and objectified, and all of it excited her. She felt at that moment absolutely mastered, lost and bodiless and fully given over to sex, to her master.

Her
masters.

The master at her front, filling her mouth and stroking her hair, and the master at her back who plumbed her secret, vulnerable place without quarter. Vincent didn’t hurt her, with the toy and lube already easing the way—he just shamed her and put her in her place. Daniel’s cock pacified her, and she gripped his length as a lifeline. Slow, smoldering need burned in her empty pussy, in her nipples as she rubbed them against the crisp hair of Daniel’s thighs. The cane stripes burned on her ass as Vincent pinched and squeezed them. Soon his thrusts quickened, and he gripped her hips hard. He came with a jerk and a grunt.

Daniel, already hard and ready from her oral attentions, took his turn next. He knelt behind her and spread her cheeks wide, then slid in balls-deep. She shuddered, the leashed sexual tension within her shaken loose by his closeness, his eager, proprietary usage of her body. She was Vincent’s, but Daniel made her his so effortlessly.

Somehow she knew this act would conclude their scene and that she would never see Daniel again, so she gave herself up completely to the painful-sweet sensation, to the invasion of his body in hers. His hard, thick cock, in and out, deep inside, then back, then deep again with a conquering burn. With this act he had taken up residence in every one of her holes—mouth, pussy, ass.