Birthday Girl: Paolo's Playhouse, Book 3 (5 page)

Tyler laughed too. He caught her by the back of the neck and leaned in for a hard, quick kiss. Then while she was still breathless from the kiss, he let the first clamp bite down hard on her nipple.

In all the times that they’d used the clamps, she’d never gotten used to the initial pain. She cried out as fire burst from her nipple and swept through her chest. Marc held her arms tightly behind her but gently kissed her cheek, murmuring that it would be all right. Reminding her to breathe. Reminding her that it would feel so good.

Tyler brushed his fingers lightly over the tender skin of her breast, stroking her, giving her something else to think about beside the pain. Then he rubbed the tip of the clamped nipple with his finger and she sucked in a shaky breath, not able to tell if it felt incredible or hurt like hell. More like both at the same time.

When Tyler clamped the other nipple, she gasped for breath while Marc continued to hold her. A couple of tears trickled down her cheek and Tyler kissed them away. Gradually, the fire lessened and her body relaxed again. Her senses were heightened somehow as the burn of pain changed to a glow of pleasure. Her pussy throbbed in time with the tender pulsing in her nipples.

“I always knew you were a strong woman,” Marc said softly. He released her arms and they fell heavily to her sides. He rubbed her shoulders again as he’d done before. “You’re lucky to have her, my friend.”

“I know,” Tyler said. He kissed her gently then sat back and tugged lightly on the heavy chain that swung between her breasts. The sharp pressure upped the sensations that were still bombarding her there. “You look so pretty with your nipples decorated like that.”

He picked up the paddle so she could see it. He slowly struck the palm of his hand several times with it, sending a solid
thunk
over and over through the air. Was he just giving her time to think about him using it on her? To anticipate the pain. And the pleasure.

Then he winked at her and said, “I think we should give her a little time to recover before we redden her skin.”

“Yeah. And it will give her some time to think about it.” Marc slid his hand over the top of her thigh and tickled the edge of her labia with his fingertip. “She’s so wet and puffy, Ty. So responsive. I think we should see how many times we can get her off tonight.”

Chapter Three

Shannon’s eyes widened at Marc’s words. Tyler had exaggerated when he said she often had multiple orgasms. Occasionally she’d gotten off twice, but she only remembered once when she’d ever had three orgasms in one night. Marc rubbed the tender, slippery flesh between her thighs with his thumb and finger as if he was testing them. She shivered with the buzz of arousal and told herself not to worry about it.

“Are there any toys over there to help us with multiple orgasms?” Marc asked.

Tyler grinned and jumped up from the stool. “I know just the thing.”

Marc took over the nipple chain, bouncing her breasts with quick pulls. Shannon dropped her head back against his shoulder and closed her eyes as the sharp tugs on her nipples were echoed between her legs. God, that felt so good. Marc knew what he was doing. It wouldn’t take much to set her off right now. If he kept that up, she might come just from the nipple stimulation.

“How about these?” Tyler asked from across the room.

“Yeah. Bring a few over,” Marc replied.

Shannon didn’t even lift her head or open her eyes. It wasn’t going to matter what Ty had found in the decadent drawers. She had given herself over to him and Marc. They were directing the play tonight and she knew it would be all right. She trusted them to take care of her. Why worry about it ahead of time? It was better if she didn’t know.

“Give me those two little ones,” Marc said, eagerness clear in his voice. “You can use the two big ones on her.”

Big ones?

She wasn’t going to look, even though her curiosity was threatening to get the better of her. She felt Marc reach out around her, using both hands to take whatever it was Tyler was handing him. She tried to stay relaxed as she wondered what they had in mind.

Then a chorus of buzzing started up and she recognized the sound. They had a handful of vibrators. Her eyes flew open and she lifted her head to see what was going on.

“Don’t move, sweetheart,” Tyler said softly. “Rest your head back on Marc’s shoulder and your hands at your side.” She caught his gaze for a moment, not sure if she could do what he asked. She was starting to feel restless again. But she knew she’d try her best to do whatever he asked of her and so she nodded slowly. He smiled at her and she grinned back. God, she loved his smile.

He waited until she’d rested her head back again and then said, “Marc, why don’t you start things off?”

Marc pressed the tapered ends of the two small bullet-shaped vibrators to the tips of her clamped nipples and a tidal wave of sensations slammed into her full force. Oh shit, she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. Could only feel the tingles shooting through her sore nipples and straight into her chest. Could only hear the buzz of the vibrator and the occasional clink as the vibrators touched the metal clamps. Could only moan as the buzz and the tingles and the pinching pain threatened to overwhelm her. The intense combination of the clamps and the vibrators narrowed her whole world down to two sensitive nipples.

She’d been staring at Marc’s large hands pressing the silver vibrators against the tips of her dark red nipples. The visual stimulation proved to be too much on top of the physical. She closed her eyes again and wriggled on his lap.

“Look at her, Marc. Look how responsive she is.” Tyler’s voice wove through her senses. “Do you think she can take more?”

“Give it to her, Ty,” Marc said, pressing the vibrators even harder against her nipples. “She can take it. Give it all to her.”

She rocked her head from side to side on Marc’s shoulder. She didn’t know if she could take anymore. But even as she thought it, Tyler plunged a thick, powerful vibrator deep into her core. She cried out loud. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. The vibrations radiated out from her core, reaching every part of her groin and abdomen. Tremors buzzed through her clit, but not enough to make her come, only enough to tease.

Then Ty pressed a round-headed vibrator full against her clit and the orgasm immediately slammed into her with hurricane force. Wave after wave of intense sensations crashed through her body. Shannon could hardly catch her breath as her body bucked beneath the multiple vibrator assault. She cried out, a jumble of incoherent syllables that didn’t even make sense to her own ears.

“Let’s give her a break,” Tyler said, and gradually they let up on the vibrators and she slowly settled back down to earth, or rather, into Marc’s arms. Tyler, at least she thought it was Tyler, leaned over and kissed her lips. “You are incredible, sweetheart.”

She lifted her eyelids and looked into the face of the man she loved. The smile she gave him was weak but heartfelt. He kissed her again, quickly. Then he grabbed the chain attached to the nipple clamps and tugged sharply. “Up you go.”

She struggled to get to her feet from her sprawled position. And she didn’t think her nipples could throb any more.

“Face down now, Shan.” She could hear the pleasure in Tyler’s voice. “I want her lying across your lap, Marc. I want her ass in the air.”

Her eyes widened with Tyler’s words. Oh yeah, the paddle.

Marc groaned. “Oh, man, you’re killing me here.” He took advantage of the opportunity to play with the nipple chain as well, pulling her toward him. He laid her across his lap so that her face rested on the sofa cushions and her ass was angled up into the air. Her breasts with their clamped nipples hung over his leg.

His stiff erection pressed into her stomach now. He pulled her arms up over her head, well away from the ass Tyler wanted available to him, and held both her wrists down on the cushion with his one large hand. He gently stroked her bottom with his other hand. At least, she thought that was Marc’s hand.

The first smack from the paddle wasn’t a surprise, but she yelped anyway. The twin chuckles irritated her more than a little bit. She struggled a little, how could she not, even when she desperately wanted the spanking? Marc held her still, one hand holding down her wrists, the other pressing into the small of her back.

She turned her head to the side so she could see Tyler, sitting on the ottoman beside her. His gaze flicked to her face and then back to her bottom. He reached out and rubbed the tender spot where the paddle had landed.

“I love the way she wriggles,” Marc said, his voice thick.

“She’s turning a little pink,” Tyler said. “Her skin’s already warm.”

“Spank her again.”

Shannon cried out, just before the paddle landed on her ass again. This time there was no rest period before the next smack. Or the next. He alternated cheeks, sending waves of intense sensations washing over her with each strike. She closed her eyes as the smacks jolted her, heated her. Soon her ass was burning, but she was no longer struggling against him. Instead, she found herself raising her hips up to meet each down stroke. Tyler certainly knew how to wield the paddle, though it had been a while since he’d used one on her.

Yeah, it hurt, but at the same time, each smack sent shocks of arousal directly to her pussy. She didn’t understand it, but before long, as always, the burning in her ass was nothing compared to the throbs of need pulsing between her legs.

“Oh man, she’s making those sounds again.” Marc’s voice pierced through the haze of desire she was wrapped up in.

Shannon hadn’t even realized she was making any noise. She rocked her hips, trying to relieve the pressure building between her legs, but it didn’t do any good. She was close. So close. Then the paddling stopped and she cried out again.

“Look how red she is,” Tyler murmured. He rubbed her tender skin. How could it hurt and yet feel so good? She whimpered and rocked her hips. He ignored her. “Marc, feel how hot she is.”

Marc took his hand off her back and gently placed it on her burning ass. “Man, she’s on fire.” She moaned and wriggled against him. Her pussy was throbbing, aching. “You think she’s ready to come again?”

“She’s probably pretty close,” Ty said. “Let’s get her a little closer.”

He smacked her already sore skin again and she opened her eyes and growled at him. He laughed and used the paddle again as he loved to do. As she loved him to do. But she didn’t know how much more she’d be able to take.

Then Tyler spoke so softly she barely heard him say to Marc, “Reach under her. One touch should do it.” Then he spanked her, hard, one more time.

Marc’s long finger brushed against her clit and she nearly shot off the sofa when the orgasm hit her. Her body bucked uncontrollably as her climax rocked her over and over again. She burst out with a series of cries and curses at the top of her lungs. She didn’t even know when Tyler stopped paddling her, but she suddenly found herself cradled in his arms and tears were streaming down her cheeks from the onslaught of sensations.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Tyler asked, holding her close.

She smiled up at him through her tears. “I’m more than okay.” She swallowed. “A little shaky at the moment, but I’m definitely more than okay.”

Marc reached out and ran his hand over her hair. The concern on his face was touching. Tyler met his gaze and held it. Shannon wondered at the way they could communicate without words.

Tyler looked back down at her, where her head was cradled in the crook of his arm, her body curled around his on the ottoman. He shifted, bringing her more into a seated position on his lap, her head now resting on his shoulders, her tender butt across his thighs. His rock hard erection pressed into her leg, reminding her that while she’d come three times already—three times?—they were still waiting for their release.

She tried to sit up straight. “You guys have got to be hurting. It’s time for me to take care of you.”

Ty didn’t let up his hold on her, instead brushed his lips lightly over hers. “Listen, Shan, we have to get the clamps off first.”

“Shit.” With everything else that had been going on, the dull throb in her nipples had been barely noticeable. But now that she thought about them again, they pulsed with a deep, penetrating ache. She also knew from past experience that it was going to hurt like hell when the clamps came off and the blood started flowing back into the compressed tissue. She couldn’t help but wince. “Yeah. Okay.”

Ty looked at Marc. “I’m going to try to distract her a little. You go ahead and take them off when you’re ready.”

Shannon almost laughed at the concern these guys showed now, when they hadn’t worried at all about causing her a little erotic pain a few minutes ago. But at the moment she didn’t feel like laughing. Tyler put a hand between her legs and began to toy with the already sensitized flesh. Tingles started right up again, and although it was partly because of the stimulation of Tyler’s fingers, she knew it was also because of the anticipation of the pain that would hit her nipples, which was another kind of stimulation she didn’t really understand, but recognized anyway.

She dropped her head back onto Ty’s shoulder and looked at Marc, who was staring at her clamped nipples. His expression held a mixture of arousal and dread. She reached out and touched his hand. “It’s okay. I’m ready. I may scream at the top of my lungs, but you won’t be actually killing me.”

Marc’s chuckle was half groan. Shannon closed her eyes and tried to relax. She knew from experience that tensing up didn’t help at all. When he released the first nipple, she did scream for all she was worth as the pain made her feel as if her nipple was going to explode. She arched her back and cursed out Tyler and Marc and anyone else she could think of. She’d barely had time to catch her breath when he released the other nipple. She couldn’t hold back the screams this time either as the pain shot from her nipples and into her chest.

Two sets of lips gently swept over her, calming her, soothing her. The ache that had spread through her chest gradually subsided, but the throbbing between her thighs hadn’t lessened one bit. She actually felt the flutterings of another imminent orgasm. Before long the two mouths on her were no longer soothing, but arousing. No longer kissing, but licking. Softly sucking. Gently teasing.