Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) (11 page)

Through tiny touches of his tongue against her clit, Simon kept her pleasure going for long moments before beginning his onslaught again.  Caleb and Ash suckled at her breasts, flicking their tongues rapidly across her hard, beaded nipples, sending electricity sizzling straight to that sensitive spot being tortured by Simon’s tongue.  She sucked in her breath, holding it deep in her lungs as her body once again went rigid, then exploded in a second, even more intense orgasm. 

While she was still convulsing with aftershocks, Simon slid backward off the bed and Ash took his place between her thighs, separating her labia with his thumbs and kissing her hyper-sensitized little nub before settling himself on his belly and burying his face in her folds.  He nibbled, he sucked, he feasted on her like a starving beggar feasts on a banquet created just for him.  He stabbed his tongue into her opening over and over, fucking her with it.

By this time, Kylie was sobbing uncontrollably, thrashing her head back and forth across the pillow, as Ash slowly rebuilt her pleasure one brick at a time, coaxing her body to yet another savage climax.  Every muscle tensed, her body strained, reaching for that ultimate pleasure.  As she stiffened, ready to burst, he released her thigh and sent his fingers probing through her slit, searching for her opening.  Just as her body seized with pleasure, he thrust two fingers deep inside her cunt and her shriek of pleasure blistered the air as her inner walls convulsed around him.  Curving his fingers, he held them in place, rubbing his fingertips in a walking motion across the raisin-like surface of her G spot, sending her over the edge yet again, her body juddering like she was being zapped by bolts of lightning  With a sigh, Ash gave her clit a final kiss and rose above her.

Caleb and Simon released her breasts and backed off, allowing Ash the space he needed to rise over her and take her mouth in a deep, exploratory kiss, letting her taste herself on his lips, his tongue.  Then he moved over and Caleb took his place between her legs.  Ash smeared his wet face on Kylie’s breast as he prepared to take her nipple into his mouth.

Sobbing helplessly, Kylie pressed herself deep into the mattress as the assault on her senses continued.  Ash’s and Simon’s foraging mouths roamed over her breasts, suckling at her nipples, sending arcs of electricity zapping straight to her clit.  Caleb’s mouth feasted on her sweet, thick nectar, his tongue flailing away at her clit like a lash.  Sliding his broad hands beneath her thighs, he lifted her legs higher, which also lifted her hips higher, revealing the dark pucker of her anus.  He slid his tongue down the length of her cleft and touched the tip of it to her clenching rosebud. 

Kylie let out a shriek and bucked her hips as if trying to dislodge him.  “Oh, my God!  Omigodomigodomigod!”

“Do you need me to stop?” he asked, lifting his head to press kisses against the wet, fragrant skin of her inner thighs.

She ducked her chin, looking at him as if he’d lost his mind.

Caleb just chuckled.  “So, you like that, do you?  My naughty little sub.  Keep your hips still.  Don’t move.”  When she said nothing, he gave her a stern look.  “Acknowledge my orders.”

“O-okay.”

“It is customary for submissives to call their Doms ‘Sir’,” he instructed.  “Especially during a scene.  Your response should be ‘Okay, Sir.’”

She just stared at him, her mouth open as if to speak, but no words came out.  Until he raised one eyebrow and that seemed to release something inside her.  Her tongue came out to lick her lips.  “Okay, Sir.”

“Good girl.”  His smile of approval melted away the last of her resistance and she smiled back. He bent his head once more and pressed his lips against her ass hole, then stuck out his tongue and circled the puckered opening, pressing against the tight muscle again and again.  Deep, guttural growls ripped from her throat.  Then he raised his head and lowered her hips back to the bed.

Releasing his right hand, he pushed his two middle fingers into her opening and began thrusting them in and out.  “My cunt.”  His voice was practically a growl.  “Mine.” He slid his left thumb up and down her slit, lubricating it in her slick fluid before sliding it down and pressing it insistently against her anal opening. 

Her breathing stopped. 
Omigod!  He’s going to go in there? 
The very thought that he was going to enter that most intimate of places should have had her screaming
Stop
!  But it didn’t.  On the contrary, she couldn’t wait to see how it felt.

He rimmed the opening, then pressed the pad of his thumb against the tight ring of muscle, breaching her passage and impaling her up to the first knuckle.  Her lungs emptied in a whoosh. 

“We’re gonna fuck this gorgeous little ass,” Caleb was saying in a soft voice that held no threat, only the promise of carnal delights hitherto unknown to her.  “We’re gonna fuck every hole you’ve got, Kylie.  And you are gonna wonder how you ever lived without it.”  Slowly, slowly, he began circling the tip of his thumb inside her dark passage, before sliding it the rest of the way in up to the webbing.  Kylie shuddered.  “You like that.”  His voice was filled with satisfaction.  “You like having me inside your ass.  Just wait until we get our cocks in you.”  He planted his mouth over her clit as he began thrusting his fingers and his thumb in and out of both her passages.

Kylie gulped.  She had fingers in her cunt.  A thumb up her ass.  A tongue lashing her clit.  Two mouths suckling her breasts.  Her body was on overload, every muscle shuddering like a Titan missile just before lift-off.  It was too much.  It was not enough.  Bombarded with sensations, she exploded into a million shards of pleasure that rolled through her in wave after wave of rapture, tossing her from crest to crest until her exhausted body could take no more.  Until, finally, wrung out, she slid back down into a trough and just lay there, buoyed by the ecstasy keeping her afloat.  She was sobbing quietly, totally shattered and limp as a wet dishrag.  And through it all, she had never let go of the headboard.

She was…floating.  Adrift in a sea of stars.  Only dimly aware of gentle hands uncurling her benumbed fingers, loosening their death grip on the wooden slats.  Of Simon and Ash massaging feeling back into her shoulders and arms.  Of the bed shifting as they curled up on each side of her, arms draped across her abdomen, each kissing the sides of her face, smoothing her damp hair back off her forehead and cheeks.  Caleb just remained where he was between her legs, resting his head on her inner thigh, letting himself wallow in her scent.  Occasionally he mustered enough energy to turn his head and press a gentle kiss to her damp skin. They lay there, cradling their nearly-comatose woman within their protective circle, surrounding her with their power and safety and acceptance.

* * * *

Kylie opened her eyes to find herself staring at a strong, masculine, beard-shadowed jaw and a pair of perfectly-shaped masculine lips that were curved upward in a tender smile.  Her gaze traveled up the blade of a nose before plunging into the deep, blue pools of a gorgeous pair of eyes.  The irises were the color of sapphires, rimmed with a narrow circle of black.  The smile deepened, not only revealing deep dimples, but also crinkling the corners of those eyes, a gesture so sexy, it stole the breath from Kylie’s lungs. 
God, these men are devastating!

“Hey, darlin’.” 
Simon.
  He slanted his head and placed a tender kiss on the tip of her nose.  “Welcome back.”

The arm draped over her abdomen from behind tightened around her and Kylie felt another set of perfectly-shaped lips press against her nape.  “Yeah, baby, welcome back.” 
Ash
. 

As awareness gradually filtered in, she realized that she was lying on her side facing Simon.  His right arm was beneath her head, cradling her against his shoulder.  His left leg was hooked over both of hers.  Ash was a furnace warming her back, his right arm draped possessively over her abdomen, cradling her breast in one large hand.  His right leg was hooked over hers just below Simon’s.  She was still naked.  They were still clothed.  That should bother her, yet, somehow, it didn’t.  In the wake of the mind-blowing pleasure they’d just given her, a little thing like that was hardly worth thinking about.  Yet she couldn’t
stop
thinking about it.  Because it was an integral part of this strange new dynamic she was suddenly a part of.  They did it deliberately, she realized.  To keep her constantly aware that
they
were in charge.  To keep her arousal at fever pitch.  And it was working.

She drew back her head and Caleb’s face came into her field of vision.  He was on his side behind Simon, propped up on an elbow, his head resting in his hand.  “How’re you feelin’, sugar?” he asked.  His eye-crinkling smile was exactly the same as Simon’s. 
God, these men are so damn gorgeous!

“I’ve never felt better,” she said, “or more alive.  That was, without a doubt, the most awesome experience of my entire life.”

Caleb chuckled. “For us, too, sugar.  The look on your face each time you came was so special to us.  Your willingness to embrace the experience we gave you and to submit to us without holdin’ anything back showed a level of trust that just blew us away.  It’s something we’ll remember until the day we die.  Thank you for givin’ that to us.  Thank you for givin’
you
to us.  We will treasure you always.”

She shook her head.  “No, no, it’s I who should thank you.  You”…she looked from one to another, twisting her head around to look at Ash...“the three of you—I had always been told that sex was evil.  Something shameful, to be abhorred and feared.  Even after ten years of intensive psychotherapy, I never understood what all the hype was about.  Brad was my first and he…”  Blushing furiously, she let the sentence die.  The less said about Brad the better.  Now that she had something to compare him to, she knew him for the selfish bastard he truly was.  “Now I know what it’s all about and you were right.  It
was
beyond my wildest imaginings.  I never knew men…pleasured women in that way.  I loved everything the three of you did to me.  And I can’t wait for you to do it again.”

“Darlin’, we’re just gettin’ started,” Simon assured her.

A phone beeped and the bed jiggled as Caleb reached into his pocket.  “Rafferty.”  He knifed up and swung his legs off the bed.  “What did you tell them?”  There was a long pause.  “Did they buy it?” was followed by, “And where are they now?  Oh, you did.  Good.  Send them to me and I’ll show them to Kylie.  Yeah.  Yeah.  Thanks, Tool.”  He ended the call and pressed a button.  Then he turned and held the phone so Kylie could see the screen.

She recoiled, nearly choking on the gasp that sucked air into her lungs.  “Oh, my God!  That’s the guy I saw driving out of the garage at the office!  Where did you get this?”  She looked at the second man, but shook her head.  “I didn’t get a good enough look at him to be able to say one way or the other.  Who were you talking to on the phone?”

“Tool.  Sorry.  Sam Olsen.  He owns the garage where your car is.”

“You call him Tool?  Why?”

“Mostly because he is one.”  At her puzzled look, he added hastily, “It’s slang for a man’s penis or a derogatory term for a person who acts like a jerk or an asshole.  Sam is a bit lacking in social skills and can be quite rude at times.  He’s also very possessive with his vehicles.  When he finishes fixing a car or a motorcycle or whatever, it’s almost like he’s doing the owners a favor by letting them drive it.  His nickname was originally ‘Toolbox,’ but over the years it just got shortened to ‘Tool’.  Anyway, he called because these two just walked into his garage and asked if he knew the whereabouts of the owner of the Honda.”

Kylie’s blood froze in her veins.  “They’re here?”  Her voice was a squeak.  “In town?  Looking for me?”  All of a sudden she couldn’t breathe.  “How did they find me?  Did he tell them where I am?”

Caleb sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand in both of his.  “No, sugar.  He told them you sold the car to him for fifty bucks and hitched a ride with an elderly couple, offering to help them drive their camper back to Michigan.”

Kylie was so relieved, she laughed.  “So they think I’m on my way to Michigan?”

He shrugged.  “We can only hope.  Although he did say they asked about a place in town where they could stay.  He recommended the Passion Lake Bed and Breakfast.”  He punched a number on his phone.

“Who you callin’?” Simon asked.

“Granny Grace.”

Ash laughed.  “Great idea.  You sendin’ her the photos?”

“Yup.”  He jerked to attention.  “Mrs. Porter? Good afternoon, ma’am, this is Sheriff Rafferty.  Oh, just fine, thank you, ma’am.  Hope you are well.  Yes, as a matter of fact, this is a business call.  Two men have just arrived in town.  They pose a threat to our woman.  Yes, ma’am, the one who hurt her feet.  Yes, ma’am, her name is Kylie and we’ll definitely be bringing her by the tea room so you can meet her.  How does tomorrow suit you?  Excellent.  Now, about these two men…we believe they may be stayin’ at the B & B.  I’m sendin’ you their photos.  I need you to get word to your friends to keep an eye out for them and report their actions either to me or one of my brothers.  Yes, ma’am.  Thank you, ma’am.  We’ll see you tomorrow afternoon at four o’clock for tea.  Yes, ma’am, good-bye.”

He threw back his head and chortled.  “Granny Grace.  The woman is priceless!”  He turned to look at Kylie.  “She’s ninety-three and has a social network of nosy old biddies that beats any communications network I’ve ever seen.  In less than ten minutes everybody in town is gonna know two things.  A, that two men are in town intendin’ to harm you and, B,”—he leveled a look at her—“that you are our woman.”