In MIB Custody [The Service Club 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“We’re just getting started.”

The first sliver of alarm snaked through her at the promise in Zane’s tone. She couldn’t figure out which man could be the most ruthless, Zane or Lowell, and as the vibrations kicked up another notch in her ass and pussy, she no longer cared. She squeezed her eyes shut beneath the blindfold and gritted her teeth as pleasure took over her soul. Her body hummed with the movements of the toys filling her holes to bursting. The double penetration coupled with the bite of pressure to her nipples brought her on a race to an explosive pleasure she feared might kill her. Could a woman really die of pleasure? She thought she might find out any second. Then, the vibrations stopped as quickly as they began.

“N—” She bit her tongue so hard it brought tears to her eyes as the word nearly escaped.

“She might not use it in the context it’s meant for, but that was a close one, wasn’t it, Dannie?”

Danica gritted her teeth and flailed on the coffee table, pulling against the restraints on her wrists and ankles. Damn him! Every inch of her body was screaming in agony, need slamming into denial to cause her a pain she never before experienced, and he wanted to fuck around.

“You were about to come, darlin’. We can’t have you doin’ that without permission.”

“Then give me permission, damn it.”

Lowell tsked. “And we certainly can’t have you dishin’ out orders.”

Danica seethed, but she kept her mouth shut. She waited, seconds, minutes, what felt like frigging hours, for them to touch her again, for the vibrations to begin again, for them to take the toys from her respective body parts and fuck the hell out of her. The orgasm started to fade, the edge she had been so close to reaching became further and further away, but the need remained. Her pussy wept. Her nipples pulsed. Her ass flexed. She couldn’t take this. It was torture being delivered by two demented souls who were no doubt standing back grinning at her. The pleasure being shown to her by the men she loved was unlike anything she’d ever felt.

“Do you want more, Dannie?”

“Yes. Please, yes.” She would beg if they made her. Dignity was way overrated anyway. As long as it got her what she wanted, what her body so desperately craved, she didn’t care how needy and weak she sounded. There would be time to exhibit her strength later, time to show her independence, and definitely time for payback. Ooh, yeah, and payback would be so very sweet.

One by one, the vibrations began again, starting in her nipples, then her pussy, and finally her ass. She moaned as her system rocked with the sensations, the needs inside her growing claws that dug in and pulled that distant edge closer and closer once more. She nearly had the orgasm in her grasp when the rhythm was yanked from her again.

“Damn it!” She didn’t come close to saying no this time. Instead, she let out a string of expletives that would make a gangster blush. Her fury and torment were met with quiet, husky chuckles.

“If you come without permission it will only get worse,” Zane warned her. He gave it just enough time for the intensity of the impending release to subside, and then the torture returned.

Anger collided with pleasure in a wash of madness that stole Danica’s sanity. As badly as she wanted to lash out at them for being so cruel, she silently admitted her herself she was loving every agonizingly wicked moment of it.

She didn’t know how long it went on, the crazed on-and-off pattern that brought her mere breaths from release only to ruthlessly yank her back. She burned, her breasts, her pussy, and her ass, the hottest flames she never could have imagined licking at her sexual parts, pleasing them even as they wept for more.

Danica teetered on the brink of delirium, whimpering and begging for anything that would end the torment, for anything that would finally give her the spectacular release that was so close and yet being kept so far away. She couldn’t stop her mind from focusing on the vibrations, on the pinch that accompanied the quivering on her nipples, on the thickness that spread her pussy wide, and the unforgiving plug reverberating deep in her ass. She had settled into a world where only the movements, the pain, and the pleasure existed and became so lost there that she barely registered when something cool draped over the cheeks of her ass.

The sensation disappeared almost instantly, but the sting it brought in its return ripped her out of that place and transported her to a new land of erotic pained pleasure. The second smack of the paddle across her ass cheeks drew a strangled cry from her lips that sounded of a wounded animal. The next slap fanned her pussy, spreading the stinging heat through her very core. At the same time, the clamps on her nipples tugged, adding another vicious stage to the pleasure.

“I wanna hear you ask permission, darlin’.” Lowell spoke softly in her ear, his words barely making it through the riot of sensations. “I wanna know you realize who’s in charge of this sexy body, of everything it feels, and every reward it’s given. You won’t come unless you ask and permission is granted. Do you understand?”

The paddle connected with her bottom, turning her answer into a scream. “Yes, I understand.”

“This is what you wanted from us, isn’t it, Dannie?” Zane’s words were followed by the sound of another smack to her pussy. Her lips flamed, pulsed, and convulsed as juices gushed from her core. “I want to hear you say it. This is the pleasure you have been looking for, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Gods, yes.” It didn’t shame her to admit it. Being bound, unable to move, unable to see, unable to prevent them from doing what they wanted to with her body turned her on more than she had ever been in her life. The pain rode the thin line of pleasure, and all she could think was more, she wanted more.

“Good.” Lowell tugged on the chain fastened to the nipple clamps and the ache collided in her center when Zane delivered another, harder blow to her pussy. “Now that you understand what’s expected of you, I believe you deserve a break.”

A break? No, she didn’t need a break. She didn’t want one. She wanted to come, damn it. But she heard the paddle hit the floor as Zane tossed it aside and knew no amount of begging would help her now. They were in control. She could only hope seeing her pleasure would push them close enough to their own edge that they would lose that control very, very soon.

* * * *

Zane was about to lose it. He knew Lowell wanted to drag it out, to spend hours, even days playing with Danica. Lowell wanted to keep her trembling on that precipice of release in hopes that she would think about who had put her there and how she wanted to stay.

One night would never be enough. Zane had known that from the start. She said outright she had given in and agreed to Lowell’s truce to have this one night with the two of them so she could get them out of her system. Neither of them planned to let that happen. They wanted to be so deep in her system that they possessed her to the point she would never let either of them go again.

He caressed her body with his gaze, saw her quivering, and heard her struggling to calm her breaths. The leather framing her ass and pussy accented the reddened welts the paddle had left behind. He wanted to cover her pinkened ass with his body. He wanted to soothe her stinging pussy lips with his tongue. He wanted to thrust into her sodden channel with every ounce of power his throbbing cock possessed.

Playtime had been fun, but no way could he drag this out any longer.

He met Lowell’s gaze, saw the same war going on in his friend’s eyes, and knew Lowell was as close to losing it as he was.

You first.
Lowell mouthed the words, silently putting an end to the game, and shocking Zane to his soul.

Zane hadn’t expected Lowell to step aside at all. He had figured the man would be adamant about being the first to sink his aching cock in her soft heat. It made him wonder if Lowell was scared. After all this time, he had his woman bound in front of him quivering to be pleasured, and he was allowing Zane to take the lead.

She needs this.
Lowell mouthed those words, too, and Zane understood. Lowell had come to the conclusion that Zane would be the one to stabilize their relationship with Danica. He and Danica didn’t have the history that she and Lowell did, there was no animosity between them, and he had the gentler hands.

Zane nodded once and dropped his attention to her pussy lips, made all the pinker by the slaps he gave them with the paddle. Nothing they had done to her had been punishment in any way. She had enjoyed her spanking. The river of visible juices dripping around the dildo secured inside her channel left no doubt to that. She had enjoyed being teased and tormented, had taken pleasure in the pain, and still wanted more. He had feared they might push her too far, that the things they did might hurt her rather than deliver her immense satisfaction. He was pleased to see he had been wrong.

“How are you feeling, Dannie?” Zane took off his sweatpants and moved between her legs, letting his hands glide softly over her ass. Her cheeks felt hot to the touch.

“I’m on fire,” she moaned, wiggling her ass beneath his palms. “This interrogation tactic the two of you have going on is driving me crazy.”

Zane chuckled. “Interrogation tactic?”

“You don’t think I realize everything you’re doing is questioning my mind and body? You’re watching to see how I respond, how my body reacts, and what I’ll ask for.”

Zane lifted an impressed brow, but it was Lowell who spoke. “Those are pretty keen observations.”

Zane eased to his knees between her legs, leaned in and covered the welts the paddle had left on her ass with peppered kisses and tender licks that had her ass cheeks trembling beneath his mouth. “And correct ones. The way your ass is hot right now, the way your cheeks are squeezing together on that butt plug, is telling me that spanking I gave you felt really good.”

“It did.” She sighed the words, the sound so full of pleasure it brought a smile to his lips.

He pulled back, tracing the curve of her ass with his fingertips as he dragged them down to her pussy. The sight of the dildo protruding from her opening and the way her feminine lips were clenching around it made his cock throb to the point of sheer pain. He had taken care when he smacked her pussy lips with the paddle, not wanting to drive the dildo in too far. As much as she had enjoyed it, he was half-tempted to pulled the dildo out and use the paddle on her for a little longer. He might have done it if his cock and balls hadn’t protested with razor-sharp pulses that nearly drew a growl from his throat.

No, no more play. He had to be inside her soon or he was going to drive himself mad.

He curled his fingers around the end of the dildo and eased it from her pussy, smiling at the way her lips flexed as if attempting to draw it back inside her body. “You’re soaked, baby.” Her juices covered the rubber toy in a thick layer of cream he couldn’t resist. He brought the toy to his lips, sucked it inside his mouth, and cleaned it of her sweet cream. “And so damn tasty. I could eat you all night, you know that?”

“As appealing as that sounds, I would rather have your cock inside me.”

Zane chuckled. “Would you, now? And exactly where would you like for me to enter you? Here?” He slid a finger over the plug still lodged in her ass and marveled in the wickedly siren moan the movement pulled from her throat. He followed his finger’s path with the tip of his tongue, reaping the rewards of more moans and erotic quivers.

“I think she’s gettin’ used to havin’ something long and thick up her ass.” Lowell didn’t growl the words, but his tone held an animalistic ring that told Zane the idea of her ass being ready to accept his cock was delivering his friend a new level of torture. “Do you like it when Zane kisses your ass while the plug is inside you? Did you like havin’ that plug inside your sexy, tight ass while he spanked you?”

“More than I ever thought I would.”

Zane circled the tip of the plug with his finger, tapped it once, and nearly came simply from watching the way her body writhed on the table, straining against her bindings as vixen moans of pleasure spilled from her lips. “Do you want it to stay there or are you ready for me to take it out?”

“I don’t know.” She said the words on a ragged breath as her body slowly stilled. “Are you going to put your cock there if you take it out?”

“Do you want me to? Is that where you want me to make love to you?”

“I...I don’t know.”

Her indecision didn’t surprise him. He didn’t think it was fear of taking a cock in her ass. He knew Lowell had made love to her that way before. And that, he believed was the key. She wanted it, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted Lowell there again or him.

He glanced at Lowell, expecting to see a warning in his friend’s eyes. Instead, he saw a deep need swirling with an indecision of his own. Lowell had told him he could make love to her first, but he hadn’t specified where. He wasn’t doing so now either. He was leaving the choice to Zane, even though it appeared to be eating him alive to do so.

Zane wanted to replace the plug with his cock, but he wanted to sink deep inside her questing pussy more. “I’m going to take it out now.”

He didn’t want anything else inside her when he thrust his cock into her cunt for the first time. He gently pulled the butt plug from her anus. The sight of that tight hole now stretched and ready for a cock almost made him change his mind.

“Your sexy ass belongs to Lowell.” He flicked a glance back at his friend and saw a dart of relief shoot though the man’s face. “Your drenched cunt is what I want right now.”