Stormbound (8 page)

Two men fighting over her? Now that was a first—a delicious, mind-bending first.

“Oh, do that again, please.”

“Only because I feel like it, got it?” He licked again, slower this time.

“Oh shit! Shit!”

“She has a damn dirty mouth,” Briant snapped. “We’re going to have to teach her the error of her ways.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Levi swiped once more.

“Goddamn!”

“Naughty, naughty slave,” Briant said. “Hey, pard, she’s lost privileges. No more pleasure.”

What? Wait. You can’t mean it.

To her horror, Levi stopped tonguing her. She twisted about, moaning, because she didn’t trust herself to speak.

“You know,” Levi said, “there’s missionary, and then there’s a twist. Here’s what I have in mind.”

He pulled on her legs until they were half off the bed. She bent her knees so her feet rested on the floor. Briant held on to her wrists, adding to her image of herself as the men’s property. Sighing, she closed her eyes.

Two owners. Each laying claim to her body. Splitting her between them and occasionally taking her at the same time. Shoving her helpless form this way and that, so she felt as if she was drowning in pleasure.

“Hey.” Levi ran a finger around her vaginal opening. “You aren’t checking out again, are you?”

“No! Oh no, Master.”

“Then what?” Briant demanded.

Despite the harsh question and thrilling sensations, she kept her eyes closed. This was her time and her needs. “Fuck me, please. Both of you.”

Silence followed. She wondered if they were sharing an unspoken message.

“Just fuck?” Briant asked. “Or with a little kink thrown in?”

Isn’t that what we’re doing?
She made a show of trying to break free. “Kink, please.”

“You know,” Levi said, “I love a responsive slave. None of that lying there, waiting for it to be over.”

“I couldn’t agree more. Experience has taught me that getting a slave to a responsive state is a simple matter. Ten times out of ten, the clit’s the key. I suggest you give that a try.”

Levi brushed her there, setting her legs to jiggling and her lungs to seizing. “One drawback with this particular slave is that she’s pretty slick down here.” He again touched her, making her shake and sweat. “Hard to hold on to the trigger.”

“You can’t get hold of it?”

After briefly fumbling, Levi caught her clit between thumb and forefinger. Not knowing why she was doing so, she squealed and fought. As his fingers slid off, she realized he could have used much more force than he had to hold on.

“Nope. Not gonna work. At least not that way. Hold on, I have an idea.”

If he was pressuring her into opening her eyes, he was doing a darn good job of it. It took every bit of self-control she had not to peek at him.

Moist heat washed over her pussy. Her breath caught. “Oh shit.”

Levi’s mouth engulfed her sex, and he sucked.

“Oh shit! Oh God, shit!”

It felt as if Levi were trying to swallow her down there. Giddy and excited, she struggled to hold still. Her body vibrated as if she’d stuck her finger in an electrical outlet.

Hell yes, pleasure.

Just as she stood on the cusp of a climax, the incredible sensation ended. Wet warmth against her sex said his mouth was only a few inches from her opening.

“Please,” she whimpered, and opened her eyes. “Again, please.”

“What’s that, slave?” Briant demanded. His features were blurred. “Don’t you know to be silent unless you’ve been given permission to speak?”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

Briant sat on the bed near her head, causing her to slide toward him. She tried to pull her hands free, but he shook his head and repositioned her arms so that her hands rested on her belly.

“She needs to be punished,” he said, his attention fixed on her breasts.

“Yes, she does.” Levi’s breath sent ribbons of heat over her mons and against her opening. She couldn’t hold back a whimper. “I have a suggestion, but I’m willing to listen to yours, if you have one.”

“Indeed I do. First a bit of an adjustment.” Briant’s smile took on a feral quality as he crossed her hands one over the other so he could contain both wrists in his much larger hand. He held up his free hand and wiggled his fingers. “Now I have the tool I need. Let me throw this at you, partner. I say it’s time she learns once and for all that she’s lost control. We own her body. We can do everything we want to it.”

“Compartmentalization,” Levi said. “You take charge of her upper half while I attend to what’s below the waist.”

Oh shit, is this really happening?

Before she could voice her question, Briant caught the breast closest to him between thumb and forefinger. A second later, Levi started stroking her labia. Watching her intently, Briant moved her captured breast about. He drew circles with it, some small, others stretching her flesh to its limit. Trying to bring him into focus, she blinked repeatedly. Her world took on a reddish cast, and her attention shifted to the action between her legs. Her ability to move her lower body was severely limited, giving Levi complete access. He caressed and pressed, tickled and teased.

Yes, yes, yes
, she silently chanted.
Don’t stop. Just, oh God, just…

“Definitely time to pierce our slave’s nipples.” Briant pinched. Alerted by the unexpected pain, she fought her way back to reality. “It’ll be a hell of a lot easier keeping her in line once we do.”

Much as she tried to read Briant’s mood—he was joking, wasn’t he?—Levi made doing so nearly impossible by taking hold of her labia lips and drawing them away from her body.

Yes! Oh my lord, yes!

“You’re right,” Levi said. “We’ve been remiss, putting that off as long as we have. Of course that’s not the only area we’ll want to contain.” He squeezed her helpless and beyond-sensitive labia. “But I’m not a proponent of getting everything done all at once.”

Think. Stop drifting into sensation.

Briant let go of her breast, only to latch on to the other, and began making circles with that one too. “One nipple ring at a time, is that what you’re saying?”

“Not at all. I believe in symmetry. What I’m talking about… Hold up, I want to make sure the slave is paying attention.”

Levi pinched her labia. Almost before the sensation registered, he let go and ran two fingers deep inside her. She felt skewered and trapped.

Gloriously under their control.

“So here’s my suggestion.” Levi pushed farther into her until she lifted her lower body off the bed. She’d become part of him, his to do with as he wanted with. “We do the boobs first, so she’ll have days, maybe weeks in which to anticipate when—not if, but
when
—the same’ll take place down south. That’s what I mean about not doing everything at once.”

“Excellent idea. Every morning when we let her out of her cage so she can service us, we’ll have her set things up in case today’s the day. What do you think of that, slave?” Briant drew her breast as close to center as possible. “Each day, under our supervision, you sterilize the needle and clit ring.”

A dimly lit room smelling of sweat and want. Standing naked over a small sink with her wrists cuffed and ankles hobbled. Behind her, her equally naked masters waited for her to finish the dreaded and anticipated task. Would today be the day? By nightfall, would a silver circle dangle from her sex?

“Ring?” Levi asked. “Only one?”

“Maybe not.” Briant subjected her to another of his predator-like smiles. “What do you think of using bells? That way we’ll know every time she moves.”

Excited beyond all reason by the scene he was describing, she started panting.

“Not all the time,” Briant continued. “We’d probably get tired of the same noise every day.” He placed his face inches from hers. Going crazy, she licked her lips. “What do you think of that, slave? How would you like going around sounding like you’ve got a cowbell on? Of course”—he dragged her imprisoned breast upward—“we’re not really asking your opinion. That was taken from you when we bought you.”

“Bought? I thought you captured—”

“Silence!” Letting go of her nipple, Briant slapped her breasts one at a time. “We paid damn good money for you. Your former owners assured us you were fully trained, but obviously you aren’t.” He sighed dramatically. “You know something, partner? We have no choice but to put her through her paces and judge her performance.”

“Right you are. Did you bring the collar and leash?”

How had the two men tapped into the dark corners of her mind? Not only did they know her thoughts almost before she did, but everything they said and did fueled her imagination. Briant still held her hands under his. Even more unsettling and exciting, he’d placed his hand around her throat in imitation of the collar he’d mentioned.

Was the collar leather or metal? How was it held in place, and how would they prevent her from removing it?

Maybe she’d spend the rest of her life with leather encasing her throat. No matter what she did to please her masters, they’d never grant her any measure of freedom. They’d chain her here and there as if she were a dog, her eating out of bowls on the ground. If they were in particularly generous moods, they’d let her use her hands. Otherwise, she’d be forced to lap with her arms locked behind her. Maybe—oh goodness!—maybe they’d fix her with dildos and ass plugs.

What about the sex? After all, that was why they’d bought or captured her in the first place.

Narah could see Briant, while Levi remained little more than an essence, his fingers still invading her vagina. These men were her masters, her owners, the embodiment of everything she needed on this strange day.

“My ex had vibrators.” Levi wiggled his fingers. “What about you, slave? You prefer a toy to the real thing?”

“Too bad we don’t have any here, unless…” Briant’s hand slipped from her throat to her breasts. Half-crazy with anticipation, she mentally and emotionally followed the slow journey. “What about it, slave? Any personal pleasure aids among your possessions?”

“No. Not here.”

“But back home?”

“Yes.”

“Couldn’t get along without them, right?”

“No,” she managed around the blood raging through her.

“The stronger, the more satisfactory, right?”

“Yes.” Her vagina was under attack. How could Briant possibly think she was capable of carrying on a conversation? “Damn it, yes.”

“Interesting.” Levi began stroking the inside of her right thigh while his buried fingers continued a slow dance that again had her panting. “Then if we hook this slave into an industrial-sized vibrator, she’ll want to jump our bones?”

“Could be.” Briant planted his hand between her breasts so they were pushed apart. “Of course, we’ll want to fix things so she can’t take it out.”

Oh yes.

Levi’s fingers retreated a little, then climbed back inside. “That we do. The more it pounds her, the easier she’ll be to control.”

Yes
, she wanted to shout.
Yes, let’s do this!
Instead, swinging wildly between the man-caused sensations, she painted fresh mental images.

The three of them lived in a secluded house with lush carpet and a secret basement. Every day the men went off to work while she impatiently waited for their return. Sometimes they locked her in a cage, but if the weather was nice, they’d tether her to a tree in the backyard via a chain fastened to her collar. Her arms were cuffed behind her, and she was gagged. If anyone saw her, which they wouldn’t because the location was so remote, they’d notice she wore what appeared to be a chastity belt. What they might not know was that the belt was designed to secure a dildo and ass plug. The batteries, which were changed every morning, kept her on the brink of insanity until her masters returned to—

“You a fan of licking pussy?”

Pulled back to reality by Briant’s question, she gaped at him. His finger traced the edge of her right breast. Heat pinpricks radiated out from his touch, and she mindlessly thrashed her head.

“It’s growing on me. I haven’t had much experience,” Levi said.

“Well, here’s your chance to work on your skills. It isn’t as if she’s going anywhere.” Briant tightened his hold on her wrists. “Think of her as one of those blow-up dolls, except she’s a lot more responsive.”

“She’s that all right.”

Levi started to extract his fingers from inside her. Scared, she clamped her vaginal muscles around him. Despite her efforts, however, the withdrawal continued.

“Oh no, please!”

“Shut up! I’ll do what I damn well want.”

That wasn’t the Levi she’d gone to school with. Thrilled, she twisted her hips to the side and brought her legs together. Whatever he had in mind, she’d make him work for it. As if guessing what she was thinking, he ground no-nonsense fingers against her thighs.

“Don’t you ever fight me, got it! Ever.” Levi forced her legs back apart. “This belongs to me!” His breath exploded on her pussy. “It’ll always be mine, understand!”

“Yes, Master.”
Because I want the same thing.

“You better mean it. Otherwise, I’m going to punish you.”

Determined to join him in his fantasy, she made herself relax. “I’ll do everything you want me to, Master. I want to please you. I live for that one thing. My pussy—do what you want with it.”

As silence settled over the room, she slipped out of it and back into the world where she and her masters lived.

They’d arrived home at the same time, but instead of immediately coming to her, they’d stripped off everything except their briefs. Now, carrying icy bottles of beer, they’d sauntered out to where she waited.

I’m so glad to see you, Masters
, she longed to tell them, but she couldn’t speak until they removed the gag.

Smiling his knowing smile, Master Briant swept a hand over her exposed, sun-warmed sex. “She’s damn good and ready,” he said.

Yes
, she struggled to say.
Yes, I am.

“I want access to this part of you.” Levi’s mouth was so close to her sex, she felt every word he spoke. “Learning what it’s capable of. Understanding it. Having it fall in love with me.”