Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) (23 page)

She gave a shivering little cry and bucked her hips as she felt the tip of his tongue come out and press against the tight muscle, wiggling and circling and pushing until he breached the opening and began thrusting his tongue in and out, ravishing her senses.  By the time he gave her a final kiss and stood back up, she was unable to do much more than lie there and moan, ravaged by pleasure.

“Where are you, Little Bit?” 

Huh?  Oh. 
“Green.  Sir,” she added hastily, shocked to realize that she was, indeed, despite all they had just done to her, at green.  Her body was so far ahead of her mind, she feared she’d never catch up.

She heard the pop of a plastic flip cap and felt liquid drizzling into her ass crack.  Liquid so cold it made her give a little yelp of surprise.  Then she felt Simon’s fingers, spreading the slippery lube into her anus with his middle finger, working it around the tight rim of her sphincter muscle before slipping it easily inside up to the first knuckle, startling another cry from Kylie. 

“That’s it, darlin’.  That’s it.  Relax and let me in.  I’ve been dreamin’ about this ever since I laid eyes on you yesterday mornin’.  And it’s already even better than any dream could ever be.”

Kylie’s cry turned into a low moan as he began twirling his finger round and round, stretching her passage.  Kylie held her breath as he carefully pushed it all the way in, wakening nerve endings she never even knew she had.  He began pumping his entire fist against her ass, making her cheeks jiggle obscenely, a sight he could watch all night. 
“Christ,
darlin’, you have the most gorgeous ass of any woman on the face of the planet.  You feel my finger inside this little hole?”

“Yes, Sir.”  Her voice jiggled too.

“This little hole right here?”  He wiggled his finger.

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“You know what else is goin’ in this hole tonight?”  He sped up his movements.

“The-the plug?  Sir?”  By now, her entire body was jiggling.

“And then what?”

“Ummm…”

“The next time you answer a question with ‘Ummm,’” he said sternly, “there will be consequences.  Clear?”

“Yes.  Yes, Sir.”

“What else is going in this hole, Little Bit?”

“Your cock?  Sir?”

“Exactly right.  My cock.  Before this night is over, my cock is goin’
right here
,” he promised darkly, twirling his finger.  “I’m gonna fuck this gorgeous little ass until neither one of us can walk.  And I can hardly wait.”  His hand stilled, his finger withdrew.  Kylie moaned.  There was another squirting sound and something cold and hard pressed against her anus.
  The glass butt plug.
  “Okay, darlin’, just relax your muscles. You might feel a slight burnin’ sensation as the widest part stretches your sphincter, but it will quickly pass and you’ll feel nothin’ but pleasure.”

Huffing out her breath, she did her best to relax her muscles, no easy task as the plug began to breach her ass hole, stretching the tight muscle to the point of pain.

“That’s it, darlin’, that’s it.  Now, push out, that’s right.”

Kylie did as he said and felt her muscles suck the plug into her back passage, closing around it.  Her muscles contracted, making the glass object wobble slightly, but it remained firmly in place.  It was heavy and gave her a feeling of fullness that made her pussy clench in anticipation.

“Christ!”  Simon’s voice was filled with admiration.  “I’m such a kinky bastard.  I love the sight of your ass wearin’ a plug.  I’m gonna make it my mission in life to decorate this ass with the most gorgeous jewelry.  What’s your favorite color, darlin’?”

Huh?  We’re in the middle of shoving a plug up my ass and he wants to know my favorite color? 
“Ummm.  Red, Sir?”

He laughed.  “Are you askin’ me or tellin’ me?”

“Telling.  Red.  Sir.”

“Red it is.  I’ll order a set of ruby butt jewels first thing tomorrow mornin’.”

Butt jewels.  Butt jewels?

He bent his head to inspect the interior of her channel, her pink walls visible through the clear glass.  “Looking good, darlin’.  Nice and pink and tight.”  He grabbed the protruding handle and began turning the plug, like he was reeling in the catch of the day, wrenching a strangled warble from Kylie’s throat.  His chuckle was wicked.  “You like that, don’t you, darlin’?”  You like havin’ a plug in your ass.  You’re gonna love your jewels.”  He leaned over her and lowered his voice.  “But you’re gonna love my cock up your ass even more.  Especially when I’m in there fuckin’ you while Caleb fucks your cunt.”

Kylie began to whimper.

“And Ash fucks your mouth.”

Oh, God!

“But you’re not quite ready for that yet.  Just know that it’s comin’.  And that it will give you so much pleasure you’ll wonder how you ever managed to live without it.”

She groaned as lust closed over her, turning her inside out.  These three men were unraveling the very fabric of her being and re-weaving her into a pattern of their own making.  She could end this.  All she had to do was say her safe word and they would stop.  But she knew she wouldn’t.  Because if she did, the loss wouldn’t be theirs.  It would be hers.

Simon stopped moving the plug.  Gasping for breath, she was only dimly aware of movement to her right.  It was Caleb, moving around the foot of the bed to stand facing her on the opposite side of the bed.  She heard the clink of his belt buckle and knew he was undressing.

“Hands and knees, Little Bit.  Eyes on me.”

With tremendous effort she lifted her torso up off the bed, supporting herself on her hands.  The change in position shifted the plug in her ass, increasing her awareness of its weight and fullness.  As she watched through half-lidded eyes, Caleb pulled his belt through the belt loops and dropped it on the floor.  He yanked his shirt tails out of his khaki uniform pants, unbuttoned it, and dropped it on the floor with the belt.  His hands reached for the front of his khakis, slipping the steel button through the button hole then lowering the zipper to reveal the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.  The steel girder of his cock sprang forth, pearly white pre-cum streaming from the slit in the tip of the ruddy head, making Kylie’s mouth water.  She couldn’t take her eyes off of it, staring at it from under her long black lashes.  Without even realizing it, her tongue came out to lick back and forth across her bottom lip and he had to stifle a groan.

Fuck!  This gorgeous woman has no idea how goddamn sexy she is
.  The sight of her pink tongue licking across that full lower lip ravished Caleb’s heart and his hand lifted to fist his cock, stroking up and down, squeezing hard while he struggled to maintain control.  This woman tested it nearly beyond endurance.  All he wanted to do was lay her down on the bed, take one hard nipple into his mouth, thrust himself inside her dripping cunt and fuck her till her teeth rattled.  He watched Kylie’s eyes darken as he crawled up onto the mattress and shuffled toward her on his knees.  He stopped when her head was right over his cock.  She looked up.  The swirls, curves, and scything blades of the extensive tribal tattoo that crawled over his chest, up over his shoulder, and down his arm made him look dangerous.  Primitive.  Almost lethal.

Kylie lowered her head to stare down at his thick, deeply-veined shaft.  The curved barbell gleamed softly in the light.  His hot skin smelled musky.  Masculine.  Earthy.  She knew it was going into her mouth, but she had no idea how.  It was sooo big.

Caleb waggled his cock in front of her nose.  “Smell my cock,” he ordered.  “Spread my cum all around the head with your nose.”

Kylie placed the tip of her nose against the slit at the tip of his rigid cock, then began angling her head to spread his thick, white moisture until his cock head was coated with it. 

“Now, lick it off.”

Oh, God.
Her belly twisted into a knot.  Her tongue came out and took a tentative lick. 
Hmmm.
  It tasted like it smelled, with the addition of salty and slightly chemical-y.  She swirled her tongue around the entire head, playfully flicking his piercing back and forth until she had cleaned his skin thoroughly.

“Take me in your mouth, Little Bit.”

She closed her lips over the tip and slid them down as far as the trench at the base of the head.  She rubbed her tongue experimentally back and forth over the little knot of flesh on the underside.

Caleb sucked in a hissing breath.  His cock jerked in her mouth.  “Christ, sugar, that’s fuckin’ fantastic.”

Acting purely on instinct, Kylie sealed her lips around the trench and flexed her cheeks to apply suction.  She pulled her head back slightly, dragging her lips over the flared part of his crown, her teeth clicking against his piercing, her tongue flicking it back and forth, playing with it.

Caleb’s back arched.  Sharp, hissing breaths sawed in and out between clenched teeth.  Suddenly, without any warning, Kylie lowered her head and pulled him deep into her mouth, suckling and lapping him with her tongue.  “
Holy shit, woman! 
Where did you learn how to do that?  You’re gonna be the death of me!”

She just laughed, sending vibrations humming through his cock.  She pulled up and descended once again and felt the plug in her ass being pulled out, then thrust back in. 
Oh, my God, they’re fucking my ass!

Not just fucking it.  Every time Simon thrust the plug back in, he turned it inside her before pulling it back out.  And he timed his thrusts with the rhythm of her mouth moving up and down Caleb’s cock.

Meanwhile, Ash was not idle.  Standing just to the right of her hips, he reached around the front of her thigh and skated his fingers through her slit until they were glazed with her juice.  Then he slowly pushed his first two fingers into her sheath, deliberately targeting her G-spot.  She was so wet, his entry made a squelching sound.  As his fingertips scraped past the glass plug in her ass, making it move, she let out a little yelp.  When he pulled his fingers back out he added a third finger before thrusting back in.  His thumb found her clit and jiggled.

Omigod.  Omigodomigodomigod!
That’s all it took.  The climax that swept through her was massive, like two freight trains colliding, destroying not only themselves, but everything in their immediate vicinity.  Her head jerked up, releasing Caleb’s cock as a blistering scream burst from her lungs.  As convulsions quaked through her, her muscles clenched violently around both the plug in her ass and the fingers in her cunt.  Until finally the spasms stopped.  In unison both the plug and the fingers withdrew from her satiated body.  The sudden emptiness they left behind wrenched a forlorn little whimper from her throat, but that was the only protest she made.  Too exhausted to continue holding herself up, she simply collapsed onto the bed in a heap.  As she lay there, sobbing softly, her men remained in position, stroking their hands over her ass, her back, her hair, soothing her with their touches and their soft murmurs of approval until her breathing slowed and she quieted.  A feeling of blissful lassitude stole over her.  Every cell in her body tingled.

Caleb crawled up the mattress.  “Open your eyes, sugar.  I have something for you.”

She opened her eyes.  A long, black, silk scarf trailed down each side of his extended hand, like twin black waterfalls.

“I’m gonna blindfold you.”  His gaze was steady, watching her closely to make sure she didn’t panic at the thought of being deprived of her sight.  She let out a small gasp and her body jerked, but she made no protest, although he had no way of knowing that an entire squadron of butterflies was suddenly doing jumping jacks in her stomach.  “Where are you, Kylie?”

“Y-yellow, Sir.”

“Hold out your hand.”

She did and he draped the scarf over it.  It was so light it might’ve been woven from a cloud.

“I know your asshole of a father locked you in a dark closet as a means of punishin’ you,” he went on.  “We want you to associate not bein’ able to see with pleasure, not punishment.  Bein’ deprived of your sight will allow you to focus better on your other senses. To concentrate better on what you’re feelin’, rather than what you’re seein’.  This is not to hurt you, sugar, but to help you overcome your fears and put them behind you.  Will you trust us with that?”  He waited for what seemed like forever, watching her as she considered all the ramifications of what he was asking of her.  He was fully prepared to wait until doomsday if needs be.  Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait quite that long.

She nodded.  “Yes, Sir.”

With a sigh of relief, he sank down onto his legs.  Lifting the scarf to her head, he fitted it over her eyes and tied it in a knot behind her head.  He took his time adjusting it around her eyes and nose, giving her time to object, and watching her closely the entire time.  Her breathing was quick and shallow, but not panicked.  He palmed her cheek.  “Where are you, Little Bit?”

Her heart clamped, then slammed hard against her ribs.  The pressure in her chest lent an urgency to making the correct choice.  “I think—g-green, Sir.”

He pounced on her words.  “You think?  Or you know?”

“I-I know.”

“Good girl.”  The pride in his voice eased some of the tightness within her.  He brushed his fingers across her cheek before curling them under her chin and lifting her face to his.  He angled his head and his lips took hers in a sweet, sensual kiss.  When he released her mouth, he rubbed his thumb across the swollen fullness of her lower lip, shiny with their moisture.  “Hands and knees, Little Bit.”