Enlightened [Sexual Magic 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (30 page)

“Stay behind her,” Griff ordered. “And remain still. Emma, our precious slut, watch me whip you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, eyes firmly on him.

The air swirled with the sweet aroma of her arousal. Griff grinned. “Gonna come without permission?”

She chewed her lip as Mason chuckled. “Hell yeah, you know she will.”

Griff stroked the flogger up her closed legs. “Spread your legs, slut,” he ordered. “Already forgetting the rules?”

She gasped and shuffled her feet apart. “No Sir,” she snapped out. “This slut is ready and open for her masters. Every hole is yours to use and abuse.”

Another sweet rush of uncontrollable lust filled the room. Griff was pleased to see he wasn’t the only one reeling from the emotion. Emma and Mason seemed to fall against each other for support.

“Got that right, little one. Hold her.”

He pulled back and methodically twirled and swung the flogger, striking the tops of her tits with light, barely touching swipes. She started dancing almost immediately, mouth open in a pant and eyes tearing.

Long, red stripes appeared on her tits, and he flipped his hand, coming up from the bottom. Each light blow lifted her up as it struck the undersides of her beautiful breasts.

Griff increased the speed of his strokes but maintained a consistent rhythm. He knew the instant she found it because she relaxed slightly and started to pull and thrust her body into and away from his blows.

Soon she was panting and murmuring softly.

He slowed the pace, and she whimpered. “What’s that, slut?” he asked.

Her sloe-eyed gaze met his. “Harder, Sir. Make this slut come from your flogger. Whip my bound tits and make me come, Sir, please.”

Griff’s cock surged upward, and he had to dance to make sure he didn’t catch his own backlash. Mason’s amusement was palpable.

Griff snaked the flogger around Emma and caught Mason full on the ass. He howled and jerked.

“Smart ass,” Griff said.

Mason smiled. “Every chance I get.”

“What do you think? Should we let the slut come?”

“Well, she did ask so prettily. And look at how much she’s enjoying herself. If her tits get any bigger, she might fall over.”

Griff nodded. “Agreed. Slut.” He waited until she focused on him. “I am going to whip you four more times. You will come on the fourth blow. Not before. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.”

He took another step backward and extended his arm as he twirled the flogger with expert precision.

He flicked the top of both tits, the throngs wrapping around her left breast and snapping along the flesh.

“Oh, damn,” she whispered.

Griff issued another stroke, this one to the underside of her tits, ending with a loud echo on her right breast.

She stilled, eyes huge, bottom lip pulled tight between her teeth.

“One more before you can come,” he reminded her.

She gave a quick, jerky nod.

He turned sideways and gave a slightly harder backward blow to both her nipples.

She screeched and shot forward, held in place only by Mason’s strong arms.

Griff pulled back and whistled the flogger through the air. “Do you want to come, slut?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whimpered.

She trembled on the very edge of orgasm. Griff knew the slightest touch would send her tumbling over. But he also knew she didn’t want gentle or slight.

No, their slut liked it hard and rough and painful.

He drew back his arm, adjusted the angle, and slashed down hard, making sure all the throngs spread out and splayed against her battered tits. “Come now,” he yelled.

She wailed and spasmed as her climax hit her.

Behind her, Mason struggled to keep her upright.

Griff dropped the whip and leapt in front of her, sandwiching her twitching body between them. He grabbed a nipple and twisted hard.

She groaned again and shook even harder. He kept up the pressure until she wilted, her small frame sliding loose limbed and weak against his chest.

He picked her up and strode from the room, Mason at his heels.

With speed borne of love-driven lust, he blew open the bedroom door and practically tossed her to the sumptuous depths of their king-sized bed.

“Oomph.”

Griff crawled onto the bed with her, and the mattress shifted as Mason joined them.

Flicking at the ropes, Griff ran his finger over her hot, tight nipples. “Want to be unbound now, slut? Or do you want to feel our cocks filling you up while you’re still tethered?”

“Now that is a quandary,” she murmured. “I want to be able to touch you both, but I also like being tied up.”

Mason lifted her up, and Griff took the opportunity to suckle a nipple. She moaned and arched against him.

“Let’s take them off,” Mason said. “Safety is priority number one. Plus, I love the way your tits bounce when we fuck you.”

She laughed. “All right, that sounds good.”

He loosened the ropes and quickly unwrapped her, with none of the sensual care he’d used earlier.

Griff smothered a grin. Mason was apparently as eager to get inside her tight pussy as he was to sink into her ass.

As his partners untangled themselves from the rope, Griff rolled from the bed and grabbed a fresh towel from the bathroom. On the way back to them, he snagged a bottle of lube.

He spread the towel at the edge of the bed and patted it. “Plant your sweet self here, facedown on the bed.” He wiggled the bottle at her. “I’m going to lube your tight ass before I fuck it. You may thank me later.”

She gave him a saucy grin and trailed her finger down his chest before wrapping her palm around his hard dick. She squeezed and gave a lusty sigh. “It’ll be my pleasure to thank you, Sir.”

“And mine.”

She winked then turned and lay down on the bed. Mason scooted close to her, spread his legs, and stroked his dick in front of her face.

Her soft moan of appreciation wafted to Griff.

“I think she wants your cock in her mouth,” he said to Mason.

“Yep, too damn bad, though. I like watching her eyes and frustration knowing she can’t have it until I give it to her.”

“You’re a cruel man,” Griff said. He palmed the globes of her ass and squeezed, then parted her flesh.

She froze, as tense as a deer on the road. He ran his finger down her furrow, skimmed her tight asshole, and continued down to her pussy.

“Hm,” he murmured. “Just as I thought. You are dripping, slut. Feels like a waterfall down here.”

She squirmed and buried her face into the comforter.

Griff tangled his hands in her hair and lifted her back up. “Ah, ah, none of that. Watch Mason as he pleasures himself for you. I’m going to open up your ass while he does that.”

She wiggled and sighed some more. “I like that, Sir.”

“Tell me what you see and feel,” he said. Griff grabbed the lube and trickled it down her ass, then lowered the bottle and squirted a large stream directly at her hole.

“God,” she whispered. “I see Mason—”

Griff slapped her ass hard. The lube on his fingers added an extra bit of snap. “Master Mason, slut.”

“Sorry, Sir. I see Master Mason stroking his hard dick. He’s got his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, and he’s slowly pulling up until he gets to the head.” She turned her head a bit. “I feel your fingers sliding around my ass. Your skin is so hot on mine it’s like I’m being warmed up from the inside out.”

Griff smiled. With a light touch, he rimmed her asshole with the pad of his middle finger until her body relaxed and allowed the tip inside.

Her breathing hitched, and she reached for Mason’s cock.

“No,” Griff said. “Be still. Eyes only.”

“Yes, Sir,” she sighed.

Content his little slut was going to obey, he tackled her ass again, eager to open her up enough to slide his hot dick deep inside her. He slid his oiled finger in to the knuckle, withdrew then pushed slowly in again. Her hips rotated up and toward him, and he slipped further inside.

They both groaned.

She was hot as a furnace, and she gripped him with incredible force.

Griff pumped his finger in and out, mimicking Mason’s rhythm as he jacked his cock.

“Hurry up,” Mason gritted out. “I don’t think I can hold out much longer. Her fucking eyes are devouring my cock, and it’s all I can do not to feed it to her.”

A low ripple of lust spread from Mason through Emma and into Griff. He took it in, molded it, strengthened it, and shoved it back toward them.

Both stiffened and grunted. Griff grinned, but sweat beaded his shoulders. Yeah, he needed to hurry. He wasn’t about to spill his load on her back when he could pump it inside her sweet, tight ass.

He added more lube and another finger, spreading them in a wide
V
as he pumped her ass. Her head drooped.

“Oh God, yes, like that.”

He worked her butt harder. “Like that, slut?”

“Yes, Sir, yes, Sir, yes, Sir,” she moaned, hips moving up and down.

Mason’s nostrils flared, and Griff knew he was close to the edge. “Stop, Mason,” he snapped. “She’s almost ready.”

“Fuck,” Mason groaned.

Griff eased another finger inside.

“Oh damn,” she yelped.

He held still, giving her a moment to adjust before starting his slow, smooth pull and push. She was clamped tight, her ass hot. He wasn’t going to last much longer, himself.

He pulled out and wiped his fingers on the towel then patted her butt. “Up on the bed.”

Emma wiggled onto the bed, and Mason fell to his side, pulling her close. Griff cuddled behind her, spooning her ass against his hardness. He reached over and stroked Mason’s shoulder. They remained like that for a long minute, and he sighed happily as their essence flowed in and around him.

Once more an adrenaline shot of love poured into him.

He squeezed her butt and rolled away. “Mason, on your back. Emma, straddle him and take his cock in your pussy.”

* * * *

Emma drew up on her knees, trying not to show how much she quaked on the inside. Her tummy and knees and elbows all had some weird alternating trembling going on, like a human game of Simon.

Her heart pitched and rolled, and she could not seem to get enough of touching either Griff or Mason.

She wanted to delve inside of them and surround herself with them.

Mason scootched up on the pillows, reached back, and plumped them up.

She winced at the angry red mark creasing his abdomen. The skin was puckered and swollen but fully closed and healed. The doctors had been stunned, but Emma knew why. She’d watched firsthand Noah’s careful healing of her Master. She’d watched as he knitted Mason’s flesh back together and chased away the pain and trauma.

She traced the puckering scar lightly as he settled down, grateful he’d survived. She shuddered to think how empty her life would have been without both these remarkable men.

He spread his long legs and wiggled his hips at her. His hard dick slapped against his taut abdomen, and she giggled then crawled up his torso.

There was no elegant way to mount him, so she stuck her tongue out and placed a hand on the side for balance, tipped over and pulled one leg over his hips, then switched sides and repeated the process.

Behind her, Griff’s patent amusement mingled with his desire, the feelings zipping up and down her spine.

Would it always be this tangible between them?

She gave him a sultry look as she reached between her legs, found Mason’s throbbing cock, and slowly rubbed his head along her dripping slit.

A surge of lust answered her question.

God, yes, the desire would always be with them.

She smiled again and slowly sank down, hissing as Mason’s dick spread her pussy lips to nearly uncomfortable.

“Yeah,” he groaned and cupped her shoulders, pressing her down. “Take all that cock, Emma.”

They both gasped as she fully surrounded him. Almost of their own volition, her pussy muscles squeezed and suckled at his engorged stalk.

Griff’s hard body swarmed behind her, the heat from his chest nearly singeing her back. “Fuck him, slut. Nice and slow. Draw that wet pussy up and down and lube him up.”

He grabbed her hips and pulled upward, showing her the rhythm he wanted. Mason covered his hands and added his own strength to the pulses.

Emma burned hot and cold as his long length slid in and out of her. Their hands on her body propelled her desires even higher, and yet, she ached for more.

Griff must have sensed her need because he put his hand in the middle of her shoulder blades and slowly pushed her down until her tits dangled over Mason’s chest and scraped his hair with each thrust from his dick.

“How does she feel, Mason?”

“Tight and fucking hot,” he gasped.

A dark chuckle danced up her spine. Griff’s big hands spread her bottom, and another cool blast of lube drenched her. “She’s about to get a lot tighter. Take a deep breath and relax your ass, slut.”

Emma tried to do as instructed, but the waiting increased her tension, and when he fitted the head of his dick to her hole, she snapped closed tighter than a fish on a hook. He slapped her ass twice in hard, fast succession.

The sudden sting of pain startled her, and she jumped a little, unintentionally impaling herself on his dick.

The pain was immediate, immense. She reared up. “Wait,” she yelped.

He stilled at once. He stroked her neck and hair, murmuring softly. “Breathe through it, Emma.” He shifted and popped back out.

“Damn,” he swore.

She sagged a little, uncertain if she wanted to try again.

Griff, however, obviously had no intention of stopping. He spread her butt cheeks again, set himself at her hole, and lightly rimmed her.

Emma hung her head, eyes squeezed shut, and tried to relax her sphincter.

Mason gently undulated, sending tiny waves of pleasure rippling through her pussy. At her ass, Griff pushed a little harder.

In what seemed like an agony of slow motion, Emma felt every muscle in her ring part and rebel the intrusion. Pain lanced her again, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out.