Mirin, Christelle - Morgan's Protégé [Bonding Camp 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

Her heart was pounding, the dildo connected to the chair continuously fucking her pussy. She was so wet and creamy she wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. “No, Morgan,” she answered. She’d never experienced something being forced inside her ass.

“Well, I think you should try it.” He claimed her mouth with a kiss, stealing her breath. When he leaned back, he gave Rodgers a wave of his hand. “Do it.”

The chair dildo slid in then back out, the heat from the gel sizzling in her pussy. When Rodgers spread her ass cheeks, she shivered, a wave of anticipation rolling over her. Something pressed against her anus. It was cold and wet.

“Relax,” Rodgers said, his voice soothing.

Slowly the dildo in Rodgers’s hands penetrated the virgin territory of her ass.

She parted her lips and let out a low moan. Rodgers timed his gentle thrusts to match those of the chair dildo. It felt so delicious, the fullness, the pleasure-pain. Her nerve endings began to snap and spark. “Morgan…”

He leaned forward, searching her face. “What, Grace?”

“I’m going to…I think I’m going to…”

Morgan raised the remote control and pushed another button. The movement of the chair stopped along with Rodgers’s movement with the dildo he was using on her. A smile spread on Morgan’s face.

Please
. Her body was vibrating, craving the release she was so on the edge of. Her breath came in short puffs through her lips, her body on fire.

“Do you want to come, Grace?” Morgan asked, brushing her hair back from her forehead.

“Yes, Morgan.”

“You really want to come?”

“Yes, Morgan!”

He got up from the stool he was sitting on and pressed a button on the remote. The chair deflated, the dildo attached to it sliding out of her pussy. She wanted to cry. She had to come, had to and very soon. A whine escaped from her lips as Rodgers removed the dildo from her ass. Morgan moved from her line of sight, only to be replaced by Rodgers.

A slap across her ass made her jerk, and she almost came. Her reaction surprised her. She’d never had pain cause her pleasure until now.

“I’m going to fuck you from behind, and Rodgers is going to fuck your mouth. You will enjoy it, Grace.”
Slap!
Another crack across her ass. “And when I tell you to, you will come. Understood?”

“Yes! Yes, Morgan!” She trembled, her excitement almost uncontrollable.

Rodgers dropped his pants, and his cock sprung up in front of her face. He placed his hand on the crown of her head and stepped forward. Morgan moved in behind her, grabbing her by the hips. She sucked in a breath.

Morgan drove his cock into her pussy from behind, diving deep and hard. “Oh goddamn, this girl is tight,” he said, pulling back and driving in again.

Rodgers pushed against her head, causing her to part her lips. Then his cock was in her mouth, bumping against the back of her throat.

These two men had complete control of her body, and they were using it for their pleasure. Rodgers fucked her mouth, not going deep enough to cause her to choke but deep enough that she knew she was being mouth-fucked. Morgan rammed her from behind, not holding back, giving her all he had. His fingers dug into the cheeks of her ass, pulling them apart, opening her as far as he could.

“Shit, I’m going to come,” Morgan said.

Grace felt him swell inside her. Her pussy was so wet she could hear the sounds of Morgan fucking her and her pussy sucking at his cock like her mouth was sucking Rodgers’s. She was into it, her body so hot she thought she’d catch fire. The leather at her wrists and ankles was rubbing tightly as they rocked her on the chair, the slight pain an added pleasure. She loved this, loved it.

“Come, Grace! Come now!” Morgan ordered.

And her body obliged. Her back arched, her pussy pulsing as it tightened around Morgan’s cock.

Morgan groaned, long and loud as he came, jerking into her.

Rodgers grabbed her by the hair, shooting his hot seed into her mouth.

Grace swallowed, taking it in as her pussy tried to swallow Morgan’s cock. She convulsed, the pure passion rolling over her and threatening to stop her heart.

After a moment, both men withdrew from her body, and she sucked in a huge breath, still jerking from the massive orgasm she had just experienced at the hands of these men.

Morgan moved into her line of vision. He leaned down, his eyes full of concern. “Are you okay?”

Smiling, she answered. “Yes, Morgan.”

With a smile of his own, he placed a sweet kiss on her lips. “We’re not finished with you yet.” Then he moved out of her line of sight, and she felt the restraints being undone. Once all of them were unbuckled, four hands helped her up off of the chair and sat her down on the small stool where Morgan had sat watching her. Rodgers handed her a bottle of water, and she drank deep and long, the cool liquid soothing her raw throat. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her pussy and ass were still buzzing from the assault, but damn if she didn’t feel wonderful. Finally, it actually felt as if she’d been fucked. She looked up at Morgan and smiled.

“You’ve done well, Grace,” he said. “As you can tell, I like to dabble in bondage. And I can tell from how you have reacted, you’re enjoying it, too. Is this your first experience with bondage?”

“Yes.” And she wanted more, so much more.

“I’ve got more in store for you. Once we find out your breaking point, we’ll know where we stand.” He looked at Rodgers. “Give Justice a call. It’s time to take it to the next step.”

Twenty minutes later, she had got her breath back and was fully hydrated after drinking a whole bottle of water. Rodgers had set up what looked like a workout mat except more plush in the middle of the floor beneath the hanging chains. She looked up when Justice Cane entered the room. He nodded at her and disappeared into the dressing room only to reappear naked. She now was locked in a room with three naked men, and they were determined to have their way with her. She trembled, her pussy creaming and ready. Oh God, how in the world was she ever going to go back home after this? There was no one she trusted enough to allow him this much control over her, and giving up control to Morgan had afforded her so much pleasure she didn’t want to lose it. She hoped like hell she got this internship and could spend even more time with him.

Morgan took her by the wrist again and pulled her up to her feet. He seemed to like dragging her around by the wrist. She just hoped he didn’t leave bruises. She didn’t want to have to hide them. “This will be a real test for you, Grace. Just do what I tell you to do, and it will all work out fine.”

“Yes, Morgan.” She liked saying that phrase. It seemed the more she said it, the more pleasure it brought her.

Rodgers lay down on the mat on his back. His cock was hard and ready and standing at attention.

Morgan stopped her beside the mat and put a hand on her back. “Mount him.”

It was an order, not a request. She met Rodgers’s gaze, and the smile he gave her settled her nerves a bit. Bending down, she got to her knees and centered herself over him. Then she slowly lowered herself down onto his cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. He wasn’t small, but he wasn’t as large as Morgan.

Morgan grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her to a sitting position. “Don’t like his dick too much. You are mine.” He kissed her savagely, almost bruising her lips. The force of it caused her nipples to harden to tight little buds, and her pussy clutched at the cock inside her.

“She likes it when you’re rough with her, Morgan,” Rodgers said, touching one of her nipples with a fingertip.

Morgan released her hair and swiped his tongue across her kiss-swollen lips. “I know.”

Grace’s tummy trembled, her body so alive she thought she would explode from the electricity flowing through her. Looking into Morgan’s deep, dark eyes, her heart swelled with a feeling she’d never experienced before. He was powerful and handsome, a true man who knew what he wanted and went after it with passion. Her face heated, her pussy rippling around Rodgers’s cock that she was impaled upon.

“Give me your hands, Grace,” Morgan said, his voice soft yet firm.

She raised her hands. Morgan took hold of the chains dangling from overhead. They jingled against each other as Morgan fastened the handcuffs attached to the chains around her wrists. He brushed a kiss across her lips then rose to move behind her. She heard some scuffling behind her, and then Morgan reappeared with a small, black, leather-covered stool. It was shaped like a little bench. Morgan placed it over Rodgers’s stomach.

“This is a brace to help hold you in place. Rest yourself on it,” Morgan told her, putting his hand on her shoulder and urging her to bend at the waist.

She lowered herself onto the brace. It fit just beneath her breasts at her ribcage and supported her upper body. Still, her arms were pulled upward, her wrists shackled by the handcuffs. The muscles in her shoulders were stretched, but it wasn’t painful.

Rodgers brushed the palm of his hand over her nipples. “What a wonderful view,” he said, tweaking one.

Grace shuddered, a shot of lightning buzzing to the back of her tongue.

Rodgers smiled beneath her and thrust his hips upward, sending his cock deeper inside her.

“Wait, Rodgers, we’re not ready yet,” Morgan said, behind her again. He ran one hand over the cheek of her ass. “But I’m not going to wait any longer. Spread your legs, Grace.”

She struggled to do as he asked, her position not the best to be able to move on her own. Morgan moved in behind her, dropping to the mat between her legs. Morgan’s legs fit in between hers on the outside and Rodgers’s on the inside. Fingers rambled down the cleft of her ass, spreading her. Heat rushed up from her center, flushing her face. She wrapped her fingers around the chains the handcuffs were latched to and prepared to be invaded.

“Justice, you know what to do,” Morgan said above her, and then he pressed the head of his cock against her anus. Placing one hand on the small of her back, he spoke in a low tone. “You won’t be able to speak, Grace. If you want to stop, wave one of your hands. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Morgan,” she said. Her throat was tight, her need to have him inside her building to the point she was afraid she would come as soon as he entered her.

“Well then, let’s begin.” Morgan smoothed his hand over her back and then surged forward.

Grace let out a groan as he slid into her ass. She was filled to the brim, the pressure inside between the cock in her pussy and the one is her ass exquisite. The chains holding her arms rattled metallically as the two men began to fuck her. First one, then the other, pulling back and thrusting forward, creating a heat that travelled all the way up her spine. Her cream flowed freely, wetting her all the way down the inside of her thighs. Morgan’s hand on the small of her back put pressure even from above, and she could feel every tiny movement of his dick in her ass. Friction and pleasure with a hint of sweet pain was about to send her over the edge. Rodgers leaned up from beneath her and captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.

“Oh my god,” she said, throwing her head back.

“Justice, it’s time,” Morgan said.

Justice moved into her line of sight, his cock thick and stiff. She licked her lips, pretty sure she knew what was coming.

Justice stepped closer, one foot on each side of Rodgers’s head. He placed one hand at the back of her head and looked into her eyes. “Open.”

Taking a deep breath, she parted her lips.

Slowly, Justice’s cock entered her mouth. With his hand holding the back of her head, he inched forward, easing into her mouth. “Oh hell, this girl is hot,” he said through clenched teeth.