Pleasing Sir (8 page)

“Let go of your ankles and reach behind you. Spread your ass cheeks for us.”

She sucked in another gasp. Jesus, did they want to humiliate her? It was working.

“Better do it, Raelie,” Morgan said. “Billy won’t go as easy on your ass as me or Bryce.”

Which apparently meant absolutely nothing to her pussy. She felt herself swell and moisture begin to trickle. Cool air-conditioned air brushed her open, wet sex and added to the arousal that standing with her feminine parts open and exposed to three men she didn’t really know all that well incited.

Bryce wanted her to do this—and she wanted him. She’d have to trust that he wouldn’t let them shame her. Embarrassment was to be expected, even needed, to keep her meek.

She let go of her ankles and reached back to clutch both globes of her ass and pull them apart.

Between her legs, she watched Billy draw closer. A fingertip traced a welt on her bottom. “What did you feel when Bryce gave you this?”

Did she dare speak what she’d truly felt? “Cherished,” she whispered.

“Really?”

She didn’t respond, feeling foolish for saying it out loud and wishing she could take it back. She’d wanted to reach out to Bryce, but would he let it slide if it wasn’t something he wanted to hear? But thinking was hard with the blood rushing toward her head and her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

Moist, cool gel smoothed over her anus. Then something prodded her hole and pushed inside. Not flesh. An object. Her body stiffened and she forced her muscles to relax. She wanted to ask them what the hell it was, but kept silent, needing to please Bryce more than she needed to satisfy her curiosity. She’d save her little rebellions for him because she didn’t want anyone but “Mr. Caldwell” punishing her.

The object slid deep, narrow in circumference at first, then widening. A butt plug.

She’d had one thrust inside her before—by her previous master—and he’d made her keep it there while he led her nude around the club. She’d been embarrassed and suffered strangers’ hands caressing the end of the plug.

She bit her lips and wished those thoughts gone, because that was then, and now was very different. Still, she couldn’t help the little sniffle that escaped.

Hands clamped around her shoulders and pulled her upright. Morgan moved in front of her, his gaze studying her expression. “Was that painful? Did he hurt you?”

She shook her head, dropping her gaze.

A finger crooked under her chin and lifted her face. “Then what’s wrong, Raelie?” Morgan asked softly.

She had to tell him. No more than she could Bryce, she couldn’t deny Morgan anything, even her thoughts. And she didn’t want to. “My old boyfriend made me use one in a club. I didn’t much like it. Having strangers watch me and…touch it.”

Morgan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his naked chest.

When had he undressed? She closed her eyes and accepted his comfort, nestling her belly against his erection.

“Does this feel the same way to you?” He pressed a kiss against her temple. “Do you think we’d have so little care for your modesty? It’s just us, Raelie. We won’t hurt you. Our only goal is your pleasure.”

“But I don’t know Billy.”

Morgan sighed. “We’re like brothers, the three of us. We share a business, a long friendship. Sometimes women. Until you know Billy better, you have to trust Bryce and me. Or at least trust Bryce. You will know us, inside and out. And you won’t have a secret we won’t discover.”

Something about the way he said it sounded like a vow, like it was meant for something lasting. Her arms crept around his back, and she snuggled her face deeper against his chest. “I’m okay now. Really.” She kissed the corner of his neck. “Please, sir.”

A snort stirred the hair at her temple. “You say that all meek-like, but I’m not fooled,” he growled. “I’m the guy you wouldn’t give an inch.”

She felt a smile begin to stretch her mouth. Trust Morgan to know how to put her at ease. Mr. Glib was a lot sweeter than he wanted anyone to know.

Morgan stepped back and she let him go, but not without trailing her hands down his sides. She couldn’t help herself. She knew his body and already loved it. The bold thrust of his cock had her hands curling because she wanted to wrap both around the thick, sturdy shaft.

A vibration hummed to life—from the dildo clutched tightly between her cheeks.

She jerked her head toward Billy, who watched her with a steady, narrowed stare.

Bryce trusted him, she reminded herself, not daring to glance in Bryce’s direction for reassurance. She’d show her trust. He’d said Billy was dark. She wished he’d warned her he was a little scary too.

She gritted her teeth to stop the groan threatening to spill out. “There are men working right outside the window. Is everyone going to know what we’re doing?”

Morgan waggled his eyebrows. “Give us a minute and I bet you won’t give a damn if they do.”

She clamped hard around the dildo, trying to suppress the curl of arousal, winding tightly inside her belly. “I mean it. This is play. But I have a job I don’t want to give up if everyone thinks I’m a whore.”

Morgan’s expression turned as stern and remote as any Bryce had ever given her.

“The guys think we’re going over an estimate, trying to scrub it. They know we’ll be at it a while, and we need to be left alone while we work out the details.”

“But you probably shouldn’t make too much noise,” Billy drawled, dangling a ball gag from his fingers.

Oh hell. Her eyes widened. Lush heat thrilled through her. Her nipples, already dimpled from the cool air, spiked harder, the tips elongating as her breaths shortened.

Behind her, Morgan smoothed a hand down an arm then caught both wrists, pulled them together and bound them behind her back.

Billy raised the ball gag and waited for her to take it, not moving a muscle.

Raelie wet her lips, shot a glance at Bryce still leaning against the wall, but his expression was neutral. She swallowed one last time then she opened her mouth obediently to accept the gag. Before Morgan finished pulling the straps taut behind her head, her jaws felt the pinch. She was defenseless now and exultant over that fact. Her whole body quivered with anticipation.

“We had planned for you to blow us,” Billy said, moving closer until she was sandwiched between two nude men, their skin heating against hers.

“I wanted to see you on your knees again,” Morgan murmured into her ear,

“giving us both a hard suck and tug, but you like fellatio a little too much. You were in your comfort zone when I fucked that sweet mouth.”

“Bryce said we could take you however we wanted,” Billy said.

The deep graveled texture of his voice enough to make her pussy clench hard. He sounded dangerous, intense.

“We can do what we want so long as we don’t scare you—not too much anyway.”

Morgan’s hand cupped a breast. He tugged the nipple, pulling it hard toward the floor, and then let it pop back. “Bryce made sure we were all tested and he looked over the results. Said to tell you that you can trust us. We’re safe. Understand?”

Safe. Not the word she would have chosen at that exact moment. Not with her hands bound and a ball crammed in her mouth to muffle her cries.

Billy’s mouth lifted in a knowing smirk, and he pushed his face closer. His eyes were so dark she couldn’t see the pupils, but she did see herself reflected.

He scraped his whiskered cheek against hers. “Miss Wood, we’re gonna fuck you until your legs quiver like Jell-O. It’s okay if you shout, because no one’s gonna hear around that gag. It’s okay if you cry, because Morgan here will know how to comfort you. But, baby, I’m here to push you. To make you quiver and question your own strength.”

Raelie inhaled sharply.

Billy pulled back his head, humor sparkling briefly in his eyes, before his face formed into harsh lines again. Without another word, he grasped her waist and lifted her.

His cock glided down her belly over her mons, then tucked between her legs.

A hand, Morgan’s, opened her folds and placed Billy’s cock at her entrance. Then those big arms of Billy’s flexed, and he drove her down his cock. Filled to the brim with a thick, trunk-like cock, she vibrated against him. Squirming, she tried to lift her legs to hug his waist, but Morgan slapped her buttocks.

She jerked against Billy. Their faces were so close, she wished he’d kiss her, show her some softness. Her chest rested against a rock wall, her vagina was crammed full with unrelenting hardness.

Behind her, Morgan’s hands cupped her butt and squeezed then pressed the flat of his palm against the base of the dildo and pushed it deeper at the same time the vibrations increased in strength.

Her body shivered, and her pussy gripped Billy’s cock like a vise. Her breaths came in short, noisy gusts through her nose. She groaned loudly around the gag as tension curled and tightened inside her.

“Don’t you dare come.”

Billy’s tone was so deadly even, she thought he must have a will of iron. His cock was like a steel rod inside her, so he had to be aroused. However, his arms held her effortlessly; his belly remained rigid against hers. Not a single shiver racked his body—

not like the palsied quivers working all along the length of her channel.

Then Morgan pulled the vibrator out of her ass and tossed it away. Latex snapped.

His body came up snugly against her back, and his hands parted her, this time to allow his cock to seek her back entrance.

Billy leaned slightly back, bringing her with him, letting her legs swing slightly forward, just enough to expose her asshole for Morgan. His cock pushed against her, the blunt crown sliding in lubricant, but still so broad she felt as though a post was shoving up inside her. Her muscles burned and stretched.

She closed her eyes tightly and placed her cheek against Billy’s, seeking comfort he hadn’t offered. Billy surprised her by nuzzling her ear, and then he bit the lobe, distracting her as Morgan pushed past her tight ring.

Raelie groaned.

“Fuck,” Morgan breathed. “Goddamn tight up there.”

She’d have laughed if she could have. Her ass burned, but she was so full of cock she was nearly delirious.

Two sets of hands, one at her waist, the other at her hips, clutched her tightly as the men began to move against her. Billy withdrew as Morgan shoved deeper, each of his strokes causing her fingers to graze his belly. Then Billy stroked in while Morgan retreated. The tandem motions, although rhythmic, weren’t soothing in the least.

They built a fire inside her, stoked her head with sensory-rich details that confused and overwhelmed her. If her hands had been free, she would have wrapped them around Billy and to hell with his stricture not to fold her legs around him, because she would have crawled all over him to ease the emotions slamming through her with each hard, measured thrust.

They demolished her composure and left the walls she’d constructed to protect her pride in crumbling ruins.

Moisture tracked down her face, and she didn’t know she was crying until Billy muttered something, and both their bodies stilled.

Morgan freed her hands, and despite the pain she felt as she moved the numbed limbs, she thrust them around Billy’s neck and leaned her face against his chest, holding him tight, squeezing with all her strength, until he hugged her back.

“It’s okay, baby girl,” he whispered. “Shhhh….”

“Want us to stop?” Morgan said next to her ear.

Raelie sniffed. Had they forgotten about the goddamn ball-gag? She raised her face and slapped Billy’s cheek with the ball.

His head reared back, and his eyes narrowed on her expression.

She wished she’d thought to school her features into an appropriately submissive mask, because she knew the instant he realized that she wasn’t crying because they’d pushed her too far. She was crying from frustrated anger.

A one-sided smile crept across his face. “Baby’s got her grit back, Morgan. Let’s show her we aren’t the kind to let a disobedient woman off the hook. Not over a few crocodile tears.”

Raelie screamed against her gag and swung her legs, nailing his knees and calves with the edge of her heels.

Billy grimaced then thinned his lips. “Got her?”

Morgan wrapped an arm around her middle. Billy pulled out of her, leaving her still impaled with Morgan’s cock up her ass.

Morgan bent his legs and her feet touched the ground. Billy cupped her breasts and her glance rose to give him another furious glare, but he pinched her nipples, squeezing them painfully hard between his fingers and his thumbs. He used the pressure to pull her down until she bent at the waist, her face level with his cock.

“Put your hands on my hips, Miss Wood,” Billy said.

Because he still pinched her nipples, she didn’t have any choice. She clutched the notches of his hips and glanced up.

He released her nipples and she gave a muffled moan as blood flooded the tips, engorging them. Billy fisted his cock, running his hand up and down his length in front of her face.

She could smell his male musk, the scent of the soap he’d used, her own arousal still coating his shaft. When his hands cupped her cheeks and a thumb pulled down her jaw, she thought about fighting him for the sake of her damaged pride. Instead, she quietly let him remove the ball gag from her mouth then just as obediently, just as submissively, accepted the cock he pressed against her lips.

She opened wide, swallowing him down, rushing forward to consume him hungrily.

His hands curved around her cheeks and closed over her ears until the only sounds she heard were those inside her head—her throbbing pulse, her moaning grunts as Morgan resumed shafting her ass and Billy thrust deep into her throat.

She fought the urge to gag and loosened her jaw to take him deep, enjoying the softness of the cap beneath her tongue, the rigid heat her mouth glided along. She suctioned hard, trying to pull his cum from his balls, but Billy never betrayed any lapse of control.

Not like Morgan, whose fingers bit into her hips and whose cock hammered her ass in short jabs that quickly lost rhythm the closer he drew to orgasm. When he came, she felt the scalding spurts, the slowing of his hips as shudders racked him. Finally, he slowed and pulled free.