Three Hard Lessons (28 page)

“She’s saying, I need this, Master.”

The belt slammed down on the table just outside my leg, making us both jump.

“He said, your needs are my concern, not yours.”

His first lash was a gentle slap of leather against the back of her panties. Like he was warming her up to it.

“Ichi, Arigatō,”
she said.
One, thank you.

I let out a sigh when she nuzzled between my breasts and her delicate hands cupped them. There was a louder slap of leather and she flinched.

“Ni, Arigatō.”

My hand wrapped around the back of her neck, stroking down the length of her spine. This time the leather whipped as it hit her and she gasped.

It was shocking to be under her while this happened. I could feel every crack of his belt against her through her soft body, but not feel the pain. At first I begin to wonder what that pain would feel like. And then as the lashes became more intense . . . I began to
want
it. But what about him?

Dominic had moved from the head of the table to my side, watching the scene play out. As Akira’s blows increased, he spoke to Dominic. Like he was demonstrating. I got a tingling, anticipatory shudder at the thought. Those blue eyes studied the movements of Akira’s hands as if determined to pick up every detail of the lesson.

The woman lying on me was moaning. Not in pain, but what looked and sounded like ecstasy. I brushed my fingers over the clasp of her bra and dared to look at Akira. I wanted the fabric gone so I could have all of her warm skin on mine.

His dark eyes were intense but it looked like he understood what I’d asked without words.
“Hai.”

I undid the hook and pulled the straps off her shoulders. She rose up on her hands and pulled the bra off, showing me her round breasts and small, dark nipples that were already hard. She looked so sexy topless, I had to touch her. I crushed my hand to her heaving chest as she lay back down on me. Her skin was softer than silk.

“Roku, Arigatō.”

Yuriko had made it to six, barely jumping with each new strike. I was out of control and touching her firm tits wasn’t enough anymore. My fingers walked down her back and to her hips, hooking under the top of her panties. Once again, I checked with her Master if this was allowed.

“Hai.”

I eased the lace down one side at a time, inch by inch, until her ass was completely uncovered. Since I was trapped beneath her on the table, I couldn’t get them more than halfway down her thighs, so I left them bunched there.

She whimpered when the leather snapped against her bare flesh, but she thanked him, over and over again. I snaked a hand between our bodies to try to slip a finger inside her, but she was too far away. My fingertips barely brushed over the short patch of hair she had down there.

Akira’s hand closed on her shoulder and pulled her upright. Whatever he said next made Dominic exhale loudly.

“I didn’t understand the first part, but he wants her to play with you while he finishes punishing her.”

I stayed right where I was on the table, but my breath caught. “I want your cock in me.”

His chest rose and fell. Obviously Dominic wanted that. He’d finished unbuttoning his shirt at some point and it hung open, giving me a peek at the sculpture of muscle that he was. His hand went to his crotch and tried to smooth out his erection, adjusting himself. It was so fucking sexy.

Yuriko tugged her panties down the rest of the way, revealing the tiny landing strip of fuzz at the delta of her legs. Color flushed her face, but she didn’t remain standing there. She walked to the closet and dug items out of the bag she’d been carrying, bringing them back to the table.

A bottle of lube in one hand, a silver starter toy in the other. She set them beside me and placed her hands just outside my hips, her breasts swinging over me. Fuck, she looked gorgeous. I stroked a hand from one breast to the other, teasing her nipples.

She took one lash from his belt in that position before dipping her head down and tasting me again. I felt . . . wild. I was so far gone in enjoyment, I didn’t notice much of what was going on around me. The men were talking again, but it wasn’t for instruction.

The back of Dominic’s hand brushed on my shoulder. “Slide over here.”

He helped me move over so I was right at the side of the table, still on my back. Still getting teased by Yuriko’s tongue that licked at just the right spot. Dominic undid his belt. Unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. The fabric slid down his legs and in a single breath, his boxers were tugged out of the way and his cock was out.

“Yes,” I panted. I wrapped a firm grip on him, stroking from the tip all the way to the base.

“You want this? Open up.”

He wasn’t gentle when he shoved inside my mouth, and that was fine with me. I’d learned the taste of Dominic and now I craved it. I loved feeling him slide between my lips, his velvet skin on my tongue, the struggled breaths he took when I brought him to the brink. He set a hand on my jaw, controlling my pace.

There was a smack of leather against skin and the mouth sucking at my clit paused. Lips moved over my flesh as she spoke.
Ten, thank you.

I sucked at Dominic and stared up at him. My heart was crashing in my chest. Abruptly the mouth on me was gone as Japanese came from Akira. Her knees thudded on the table as she climbed up, posing over me on her hands and knees. What was the plan now? She came close, watching as I hollowed out my cheeks. I pulled him out of my mouth with a loud pop, only to clench him in a hand.

Dominic shook his head in response to Akira’s question.
“Īe.”

Another word I knew.
No.
I pumped him with my fist, smoothing my thumb over the tip and he groaned.

“What did he just ask you?” I said.

“If I wanted her to help you.”

My hand paused. Really? He didn’t want two women to go down on him at once? He wrapped his hand around mine and urged me to stroke him again.

“Doing that,” he said, “might mean you’d have to do the same to him.”

Oh
. Yeah, that made sense. He didn’t want to share me with another man. Yuriko let out a moan that stole my attention. The bottle of lube was gone from the table and the cap popped open. Her almond-shaped eyes peered down at me and she snared her bottom lip in her teeth. Akira was preparing to push that soft limit.

I kept one hand on Dominic, stroking and twisting, but my other hand reached up and slipped behind her neck, holding her head, trying to reassure. The lube clunked on the table and Akira snatched up the toy. Yuriko was trembling, but it didn’t seem like she was going to say no. In fact, her face was unreadable. She might have been trembling from excitement.

“Relax,” I whispered in a soothing voice, and Dominic echoed my words in Japanese. “You might not like it at first, but it’ll feel good.”

I couldn’t see much other than the woman looming over me, but her head lowered until her forehead was in the crook of my neck and her breath hot on my shoulder. The line of her spine drew my gaze up to her cherry-red backside and further to her Master towering over us. Akira’s dark look swept to me, then back to her ass that was presented in the air. He had a hand on the swell of one cheek, and his fingers dug in as his other arm moved. The silver toy began to disappear.

She murmured something as her shoulders tensed, but Dominic didn’t translate. I didn’t ask permission. My hand abandoned its hold on her neck and streamed down over her breasts and taut belly, all the way until it was buried in between her legs.

Yuriko gasped. More hurried words from her, followed by words from Akira. I glanced at Dominic. He was watching me, and the lust in his eyes made my mouth water. Sex clung in the air, stuck to my skin like sweat. I itched with need for Dominic like a junkie who’d gone too long without a fix.

Her skin was hot and wet, so my finger slipped into her easily. She sucked on my neck, and I didn’t fight her when that mouth traveled a steady line upward. Over my jaw, onto my lips. Her kiss was sweet and pleasant, but not what I wanted right now. Dirty. Raw. That was what I wanted. I broke the kiss and fucked her with two fingers. And I could feel the toy in her ass as Akira worked it deeper.

“
Arigatō,”
she cried. He must have gotten it all the way in.

He said something back that sounded soft and like praise. My fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, and sometimes I’d pull them out and rub a circle on the nub just above. Yuriko seemed to like that. She made a quiet mewling sound. Was she going to stay quiet when she came?

Her breathing grew rapid and uneven, and I moved my hands in time with each other. One inside her, curling back in search of her G-spot, my other hand sliding along the length of Dominic’s massive cock. The one I’d been without for what felt like a millennium.

Conversation seemed to be a struggle for Dominic, but I didn’t think he was having a hard time understanding Akira. Yuriko was getting close to orgasm, and it was from what I was doing to her.

“She just asked,” Dominic’s hand stilled mine, probably because he was getting close, “for permission for something.”

Akira’s hands roved over her back like a sensual massage. Her breathing was rapid and crossed into a pant. I hurried my fingers, fumbling them over her flesh, wanting her to get that release she deserved.

Yes,
Akira said.

The woman on me convulsed at the word and gave a tremendous sigh, her eyes shut tightly when the orgasm took her. I slowed my hand almost to a stop, but could feel her muscles clenching on my fingers. There was a rush of wetness between my thighs, but everywhere else was going to burst into flames.

She lifted up on shaky arms as Akira’s voice broke the quiet.

“He told her to get off the table and onto her knees.” There was a short exchange, and she sucked in a breath. “She wanted to know if he was going to take that out of her, but he said no. It pleases him.”

She stepped down gingerly off the table with the toy still in her ass, and it was cold when her body was gone from mine. But then Dominic moved. He stepped out of the pants at his ankles, his gaze full of desire and unwavering from mine, and I was right back to being on fire again. Those clear blue eyes were exquisite. There were plenty of beautiful things in this foreign country, but none of them compared to him.

He stood between my legs and bent over me, setting his lips on mine as I arched to push my breasts against his bare chest, my fingertips weaving through his hair. I wrapped my silk-covered legs around his waist, urging him to take me. To own me, even though he already did.

“Hands up,” he whispered with a smile when the kiss ended.

My knuckles skimmed across the smooth wood as I put my hands above my head, expecting him to link ours together. Instead, Japanese came from him, and a warm, large hand closed around my wrists. Akira’s. I tilted my head back to look at him.

I swallowed a breath. His authoritarian stare was on me while the hand not holding my wrists was on Yuriko’s ponytail, guiding her to suck him off. I ripped my gaze away. Watching her go down on him was hot, but those ruthless eyes would incinerate me. Could he feel my pulse racing under his firm grip?

Dominic’s eyes weren’t as ruthless, but there was power and dominance behind them as he straightened over me and set his thumb on my clit. I moaned in satisfaction when he pressed down, grinding the pad of his thumb where I was swollen and sensitive.

“Enough with the fooling around.” I fought to keep my voice from sounding desperate. “I want my reward for being a good girl.”

He grinned, a devious expression spreading across his face. “Yeah? You want it?”

The thumb stayed on my wet skin, toying with my clit, but his other hand clamped around his hard dick just under the head. And he pressed his cock into me. He guided his way until the tip was barely inside, the fist around him stopping it from going any further.

“Come for me. Right now.”

I hadn’t been all that close, and he was only an inch inside, but the thumb . . . and the connection . . . I was doomed.

“Yes, yes . . .” I cried, tipping over into a wave of sudden ecstasy.

I struggled against the hand holding me down, desperate to pull Dominic onto me and get him to plunge all the way inside, but Akira’s hand was too strong. It made the orgasm intense.

“You want some more?”

I gasped for air. I lifted my head up over my heaving chest. Of course I fucking wanted more. He retreated and the fist moved down an inch. One fucking inch. “No, Dominic. More–”

My brain and body couldn’t figure out who was in charge when he pushed inside me again, only a little deeper than the last time. His thumb stirred. I figured out who was in charge then. It was one hundred percent him.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he said, “one goddamn inch at a time. Come for me, Payton. Right now.”

But I’d just . . . It was too soon . . . Oh . . . oh . . . holy shit. I turned my head to the side to bury my face in my arm as I came.
Again.
Less than a minute between them. This one wasn’t long but it was sharp as a knife and tore through me. I cried out a sob of pleasure.