Three-way Tie (10 page)

But he was right that she should take the opportunity to stretch out her ass if one of the men was going to have his cock up there. And she had no doubt it would happen, whether she protested or not.

She started with the stainless steel teardrop-shaped one. She drowned it in lube before bearing down on the metal.

Damn, she’d forgotten how uncomfortable this was.

“Do you need some help?”

She yelped and dropped the slick plug. Thankfully, she’d put a towel on top of the bedspread. She looked over her shoulder to see him leaning against the doorjamb. As usual, he wore all black, but he’d left his hair down. How long had he been watching her?

“Sir!”

“Would you like some help?” he asked a second time.

If refused, would he just stand there watching her humiliation?

She was aware of the clock ticking. “Yes. Please. I would like some help, Sir.”

“Did you use both enema bottles?”

She forced herself not to blink or look away. He didn’t tolerate nonsense. This was a normal part of a scene, even if embarrassment seared her.

“I did, Sir.”

“We can make this a little easier. Lay your head on the pillow and reach back and separate your ass cheeks.”

After going into the bathroom and washing, he squirted lube on his first finger. He inserted just the tip and pulled back, then worked his finger in and out gently, with seemingly infinite patience.

“You have a lovely derriere.”

As always, his approval made her thrive.

“Remember to relax. Keep this muscle loose by bearing down.” He used his finger to reinforce what he meant. “Tighten it for a moment.”

She clenched all her internal muscles.

He pressed forward. “Feel the difference?”

“Ouch! I get it, Sir.”

“Now bear down.”

He inserted a second finger without too much effort. He spread his fingers apart.

She gasped.

“Bear down,” he reminded her softly, his breath feathering her ear.

She followed his orders and the unbelievable pressure eased.

“Lovely little sub.”

She closed her eyes, surrendering rather than fighting.

“If it’s easier, bend your knees.”

She did, forcing her backside towards him.

“You please me, Lindsey.”

He moved away from her, and when he returned, she felt something less yielding at her entrance.

“This one looks like a tree.”

She sucked in a breath. It would have been the last one she selected to pry apart her reluctant rear.

“It will give you a chance to get used to wider girths. You’ll get deeper penetration than with my fingers. Keep your ass cheeks apart.”

Was he a mind reader?

“Did you see how big around it is, Sir?”

“And how big around am I?”

Point made. She bore down and he inserted the plug to the first notch.

“Distract yourself.”

He pulled it out and pushed it back in several times, going a little deeper with each thrust.

When he made it to the second ridge, he let her take a rest.

“Don’t move.”

He left the room and returned a few moments later with something in his hand.

“I don’t want you to come,” he said, “but I do want you to enjoy and think about the two of us pleasuring you.”

He continued to work the plug. Then he turned on the tiny vibrator and pressed it against her swollen clit. Finally, all sensation was lost. She thought she was relaxed earlier, but she hadn’t been. Now she was.

He got the plug all the way in.

“Nicely done.” He bit her butt cheek. “That looks so hot, sub. You have no idea how hard my cock is.”

He continued to move the tiny vibrator back and forth, driving her mad. She wiggled and squirmed.

Abruptly he stopped.

“Beast.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re a beast, Sir. A very magnificent, appreciated, skilful, wonderful beast. Thank you for making the upcoming sex much more enjoyable.”

He laughed. “Nice save.”

It was the first time she’d heard such a genuine laugh from him, and she appreciated it. It made her a bit sad to think their time together ended tomorrow.

He tapped the end of the plug. She gasped at the reverberation.

“Stay as you are,” he told her.

“Sir?”

He crossed into the bathroom and returned with a mirror. “Turn ninety degrees to your right.”

He pointed to a spot on the mattress. She manoeuvred into the position. He came closer and put the mirror near her.

“Look at the reflection of your ass in the mirror.”

A cheval mirror was in the corner. With the way he positioned the handheld mirror, she could see the end of the plug protruding.

“I can’t wait to ram my cock up there.”

She shivered, more from anticipation than anything else.

He was right. It looked sexy. Hotter than she thought it might be. Saucily, she moved her buttocks from side to side.

He smacked her rear as she’d hoped he might.

“You’ve got about ten minutes to join us in the great room.”

He left the door open. Obviously, he didn’t believe in giving her privacy.

In the bathroom, she gingerly removed the plug and took a quick shower.

As each minute passed, she became more and more excited. The weekend this had surpassed her wildest dreams. Unfortunately, it had also raised her expectations. Finding someone to explore BDSM with would be a challenge. But she was clear that she wanted a man like Master Rafael, someone unyielding who pushed her to learn more about herself.

She’d never considered living BDSM as a lifestyle…until now. Scenes were fun, but they were no substitute for the constant, dizzying assault on the senses.

Freshened, shaved, her hair styled as much as possible without her sprays and gels, she lowered herself to all fours and crawled out to greet her Doms.

Except for the fact that a box of condoms sat on the mantel and she was naked on the floor, this could be any ordinary Saturday afternoon.

Now that she was here, her clit still swollen from the vibrator, her asshole gaping, in front of the two men who were fully dressed, her mouth dried.

She did what she knew she was supposed to. She got into position—on her knees, shoulders straight, hands at the small of her back, her legs wide. Silently she waited.

“Present your pussy and ass for inspection,” Master Rafael told her.

Her heart thundered, the sound pounding in her ears. She lay on her back with her legs wide, her pelvis lifted from the floor.

“Master Eric, if you will.”

Master Eric crouched next to her. With the same dispassionate interest as Master Rafael had shown, he used one hand to part her labia.

Suddenly she was no longer nervous.

She could trust the men to instruct her how to behave.

He skimmed a finger around her pussy, checking for errant hair. “Lovely.” Using moisture from her damp pussy for lubrication, he inserted a finger effortlessly into her anus. “
Very
lovely.”

“Well, Master Eric?”

“Your sub seems to have followed your instructions perfectly.”

“Lucky for her. Back into the bedroom, sub.”

Anticipation zinged through her. The thorough inspection had aroused her. She liked this.

The men followed her into the bedroom.

“On the bed,” Master Rafael instructed.

“In what position, Sir?”

“On your back so I can eat your pussy.”

“Oh.” Her breath whooshed out.

She stared shamelessly as the men undressed, Master Rafael in his careless way, Master Eric in his meticulous manner. Both men had erect cocks. And this was the first time she would have them both simultaneously.

In moments, they joined her.

Master Rafael lay on his stomach, parted her labia, pulled back the tiny hood on her clit then licked the tender flesh.

She dug her heels into the mattress, seeking more.

Master Eric knelt next to her, his magnificent manhood jutting towards her. Without asking permission, she took hold of him and stroked his length firmly. He grunted and gripped her breasts, squeezing her nipples deliberately as Master Rafael licked her and fucked her pussy with his tongue.

“Sirs! Yellow! Please, yellow.”

They backed off, letting her regain her composure before continuing their assault. Having four hands on her, along with Master Rafael’s skilful mouth, drove her mad, to the brink again and again.

“Please,” she begged. “I need you, Sirs.”

She was aware of the two men looking at each other.

Master Eric handed her a condom and told her, “Put it on me.”

She’d never done that before, but she doubted either man would accept that as an excuse for her to refuse.

Master Rafael continued relentlessly licking her while she rolled the condom down Master Eric’s turgid cock.

The reality of what was going to happen nipped at the edges of her sanity. If she weren’t so turned on, she might panic.

Master Eric adjusted the latex and then lay on his back next to her. “Get on top of me.”

Meaning Master Rafael was going to be the one to take her up the rear.

She reluctantly moved. She would have been happy to let Master Rafael eat her pussy all day. Her nerve endings were ignited as she straddled Master Eric. His eyes were darker than she’d ever seen them before. His nostrils flared as she lowered herself onto his cock.

In this position he filled her completely, taking away her breath.

“Lean forward a bit and ride me.”

He grew even harder, and an orgasm began to build in her.

Then Master Rafael probed at her rear entrance.

She froze.

He reached around and fingered her pussy, making her squirm.

Master Eric held her about the waist and moved her up and down, lending his efforts since fear had paralysed her.

“Do this for me,” Master Rafael whispered against her ear.

He licked the side of her neck, then bit her. He laved the little hurt with the tip of his tongue.

Master Eric continued to lift her up and down, forcing her to take more of Master Rafael’s length.

Even though she’d worn a plug when they’d had sex last night, it had been nothing like this. She felt as if she were being torn apart. And she didn’t want it to stop.

“You’ve almost taken all of me,” Master Rafael assured her.

She wasn’t sure how much more she could endure.

Master Rafael put his hands on her shoulders and forced her breasts towards Master Eric’s chest. She realised the position would make her a little more accessible for her dark-haired Dom.

Finally, seconds later, he was all the way in. She yelped.

“You’re there,” Master Rafael said.

She felt inexplicably proud. They gave her only moments to accommodate them both before they began moving, thrusting at different speeds. She didn’t know what to expect. She knew she couldn’t control anything so she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations.

“May I come, Masters?” she remembered to ask.

“You may.”

She didn’t know which man answered. Frankly she didn’t care. She was beyond rational thought. All she wanted was satisfaction.

She arched her back as an orgasm shot through her.

Master Rafael forced her lower on his cock; Master Eric thrust upwards.

Both men ejaculated and she screamed.

“Noisy, isn’t she?” Master Eric asked.

“If I didn’t like it so much, I’d keep her gagged.”

Eventually Master Rafael withdrew. Her asshole burned. Her pussy throbbed.

She felt well used, like a sex toy. The thought, rather than upsetting her, made her grin.
Their
sex toy.

* * * *

The rest of the day passed in a blur of pampering. That, too, was unexpected. The men cooked for her, poured her a glass of wine, encouraged her to soak in Master Rafael’s outdoor hot tub. That was beyond pleasure, gazing at the majestic snow-capped Rockies. A deer walked past, seemingly unconcerned that she was there.

After she’d come back inside and rinsed off in the shower, she’d thought—hoped—the two men might take her back to bed, or, barring that, beat her.

Master Rafael explained they wanted her fresh and relaxed. She figured she’d be more likely to achieve subspace if she were delirious from sex, but Master Rafael had been firm in his refusal.

As Master Eric loaded the dishwasher, Master Rafael splashed a small amount of Cabernet into her glass.

He leant back, his hips propped against the granite countertop. “I want to talk about last night’s experience.”