Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) (27 page)

Jay scrambled into position, his shoulders down on the mattress and his hands behind him pulling his ass cheeks apart.

Nik grabbed hold of the flat end of the plug and began twisting it, rotating the huge black plug inside Jay’s ass. The pressure and movement against Jay’s prostate had the breath sawing in and out of the younger man’s lungs as he fought his impending orgasm. Nik pulled on the plug, watching, mesmerized, as the widest part of the flange stretched Jay’s opening, making him moan and writhe. The constricting of Jay’s sphincter pushed the plug the rest of the way out

“You like that, don’t you,
malchik moy
?” Nik sounded almost gleeful. “You like this big plug in your ass. Well, you’re going to like my cock plugging your ass even better.” He laid the plug in a dish on the nightstand, to be cleaned later. Then, palming Jay’s ass cheeks, he slid both his thumbs through Jay’s crack and into his gaping hole, as if he were holding it open. He looked at Charlie, who was watching, her eyes dazed with lust.

“Charlotte. Lube me up, please.”

That’s all he said. It was all he needed to say.

Charlie rose shakily onto her hands and knees and reached for the tube of lube. Scooting to the edge of the bed, she sat up on her legs and squirted a generous amount of the slick gel onto her fingers. Nik took a step sideways to give her easy access to his angry-looking erection, still slippery with her juices. Closing her hand around Nik’s cock she began stroking it up and down, slathering it all over his throbbing shaft.

“Thank you, baby girl.” He bent forward and kissed her mouth, still swollen from his previous kisses.

She released him and picked up the towel he’d used earlier, wiping her hand.

With a sigh, Nik grabbed his cock and presented the leaking tip to Jay’s ass hole, pushing forward, watching it slowly disappear inside the dark channel. Jay sucked in a deep breath and held it until the widest part of Nik’s flared head squeezed past the tight sphincter. He grunted and sighed and let his shoulders slump to the mattress even as he lifted his hips and pressed them back toward Nik, actively seeking this carnal invasion of his body.

The breath shuddered from Nik’s lungs. “Yes,
malchik
, that’s it. Push back against me. Invite me to fuck this beautiful ass. Jesus, you’re so fucking tight!” An indrawn hiss of breath followed. “Charlotte, little one. Take hold of Master Jay’s cock. You are permitted to play with him, but do not allow him to come. If he does, you will both be punished. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Daddy,” they answered in unison.

Lying on her right side with her head at the edge of the bed, Charlie reached beneath Jay’s arched hips and touched his penis. It jerked away from her as if it possessed a mind of its own. But she grabbed it and fisted her hand around it. It was hot and velvet-soft, heavily textured with deep veins. His cock head was satin-smooth and wet with pre-cum. She swirled her thumb around the tip, spreading the pearly liquid all around the head.

Jay hissed. Reaching his hand around her buttock, he pulled her hips toward his head. “Lift your leg, baby girl,” he directed.

Charlie lifted her top leg. At the same time, Jay raised his head, guiding her toward him until he could lay it back down on her right inner thigh. Angling his head slightly, he pressed his nose and mouth into her sopping slit and began to lick and suckle. Pulling her even closer, he adjusted her position and began flicking his tongue across her clit, thrusting it in and out of her vagina.

Letting out a sigh of utter contentment, Charlie lowered her left leg, capturing Jay’s head between her thighs. She started moving her hand up and down his length, making him moan against her swollen flesh.

“Do not come,” Nik ordered. “Either of you. Watch me, little one.” As Charlotte’s lids fluttered then lifted, he flexed his hips and slid smoothly into Jay’s anal passage until he hilted, his tight ball sac tapping against Jay.
Jesus!
He was so fucking aroused, he was not going to last long.

He pulled out slowly, his breath hissing inward between clenched teeth. Jay moaned into Charlie’s wet folds, making her gasp. His cock jerked in her hand. Nik began thrusting, maintaining a steady, driving rhythm in and out of Jay’s ass.

“Jesus, Jay! You’re so fucking tight! And hot!”

Jay pressed his tongue to Charlie’s clit, letting the force of Nik’s hips slamming against his body vary the pressure, giving her the stimulation she needed without any effort on his part. Because all of his effort was concentrated on not coming. The way her hand gripped him. The way it slid up and down. The way her thumb swiped across the tip with every upstroke, spreading his gushing pre-cum along the length of his shaft, lubricating her strokes.
Christ!
He was so close he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to hold back. His cock was about to burst. He groaned and closed his eyes, sucking air into his lungs. Air that smelled like Charlie. Sweet. Pungent. Slightly fruity. The world’s most powerful aphrodisiac. His face was wet with it. He wanted to wallow in it.

Nik groaned and thrust back into Jay’s ass. “Relax on the way in,
malchik
,” he instructed. “Clamp down on me on the way back out.”

As Nik’s cock withdrew, Jay tightened his muscles, gripping it as if it never wanted to let it go. He was rewarded with Nik’s guttural groan. “Oh, my God, that’s good, Jay. So fucking good!”

The room echoed with their soft groans, grunts, and whispers as the rest of the world ceased to exist. The only reality for them was pleasure and it surrounded them, pierced them, consumed them until, as Nik pulled out of Jay’s back passage, fisting his cock rapidly letting it spew cum all over Jay’s ass, he ordered his two submissives to come. They all climaxed together, their bodies spasming and convulsing amid shouts and cries of ecstasy that seemed to go on forever. Finally, sated and exhausted, they lay in a heap, unmoving even when Nik returned from the bathroom and began cleaning them with warm, wet cloths. Then he got into bed and lay on his back. Jay curled up against his left side, Charlie against his right, their heads resting on his broad shoulders. He pressed a kiss first to Jay’s forehead, then to Charlie’s. “Sleep, darlings,” he whispered. “Daddy is so proud of both of you.”

* * * *

“Thanks, Charlie, I think I’ve got enough.” Ash Rafferty lowered the camera and walked toward her. “These new posters and flyers are going to be terrific. You ready to see how they turned out?”

Since Charlie didn’t own any western-type clothing, as soon as they had arrived, Kylie Rafferty had loaned her what she was now wearing. A straw cowboy hat, red gingham blouse, denim skirt, a fringed buckskin vest and a red bandana around her neck.

Even though Kylie was nearly a foot shorter than Charlie, her generous curves and voluptuous breasts made her and Charlie the same size. Except for the skirt and her cowboy boots. The skirt, reaching to mid-thigh on Kylie, barely covered Charlie’s ass. And there was no way Kylie’s size six boots were going to fit Charlie’s size nine feet. So Ash decided to use the boots as a prop and leave her barefooted.

“My guys insisted I had to wear these to do a proper two-step,” Kylie explained with a laugh, setting the boots aside. “We made a special trip into Charlottesville just to get them.”

“And were they right?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s so much easier to shuffle along the floor in cowboy boots than it is in sneakers.” They both laughed. “Besides, they were right about something else, too,” Kylie confided.

“What’s that?”

“That a woman’s legs look much sexier in cowboy boots than sneakers.”

“Then I’ll just have to get me some.” Charlie laughed again. “So how did you manage to wind up with three of the sexiest men in Passion Lake?”

“You say that like you think there might be some
unsexy
men in Passion Lake,” Kylie snorted.

“Aren’t there?”

“Are you kidding? They all took one look at these guys, knew they didn’t stand a chance and hightailed it outta town.” They laughed again. “Sorry Simon couldn’t be here to meet you. He had a charter flight to D.C. C’mon,” Kylie said, “Ash asked me to put some darker, smokier make-up on you. With that gorgeous black hair of yours, you can carry it off.”

“Do you have time? I mean—I don’t want to take you away from your work.”

“My work comes in spurts. I’m a bookkeeper. Most of the businesses in downtown Passion Lake are my clients.”

“You don’t have a southern accent,” Charlie observed. “Where are you from?”

“Philly.”

“How did you wind up here?”

“I managed to run afoul of the Philadelphia mob,” Kylie replied, brushing rouge on Charlie’s cheeks. “They murdered my boss and blew up my house. I was on the run when Simon found me asleep in my broken-down car on the side of the road.”

“No kidding?” Charlie asked. “Nik and Jay found
me
on the side of the road, too. Only I was passed out from fever.”

“Yeah, we heard,” Kylie grimaced. “Glad you’re feeling better. Sorry that bastard did all those awful things to you.”

“How did you know?” Charlie asked, shocked.

Kylie laughed. “You’ve heard of company towns, sweetie? Well, this is a company town to beat
all
company towns. Everybody knows everything about everybody. But that’s also a good thing, because these guys all look out for each other. They have each other’s backs. Simon, Caleb, and Ash aren’t the only brothers here. They’re all brothers.” She finished putting a bright red lip gloss on Charlie’s lips and handed her a mirror. “There. See how gorgeous you look?”

Charlie studied her image in the mirror. Kylie was right. She did look gorgeous. The extra make-up brought out the smolder in her eyes, the alluring curve of her cheeks, the pouty sensuality of her lips. “Wow.”

So Ash posed her barefooted, sitting on a bale of hay borrowed from Nighthorse Ranch, in front of a red barn backdrop. After taking a few head shots and posing her for a few others, he’d showed her some props he’d hidden behind the bale. Kylie’s boots, a guitar, a rope, a whip, and a toy pistol. He told her to use whatever she wanted and vamp it up for his constantly clicking camera. As he made suggestions, she found herself going from sassy to sexy to smolderingly seductive in pose after pose. At one point he turned on a large fan to make her hair blow around her head. When they were done, Ash went over to his computer sitting on a desk against the wall, and tapped a few keys. And turned the screen for Charlie to see. “Here, take a look. I’ll print up a set for Nik and Jay. They’re gonna love these, especially these last ones.”

Charlie stared in awe. “Wow. I’ve never looked this beautiful before.” She leaned closer to the screen to study a close-up shot of just her face in three-quarter profile, with her black hair blowing around her head like wisps of smoke. She was staring off into space, as if she were seeing something no one else could see. Her face wore an expression of such longing, it made her want to cry. She touched her fingertip to the screen. “Are you sure that’s me?”

Ash just laughed. “That’s all you, sweetheart. If you’d like, I’ll blow it up and frame it so you can give it to Nik and Jay.”

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. I’d like that a lot. I think they’ll love it. Somehow I get the impression that this is what they’re seeing when they look at me.”

She stopped at another image. She was lying on top of the hay bale, her knees bent, her long legs crossed at the ankles. She was propped up on her forearms, a pose that accentuated her cleavage nearly pushing her breasts up out of the partially-unbuttoned gingham shirt.

“Yeah, that’s my favorite, too,” Ash said quietly behind her. “What were you thinking, do you remember?”

I was thinking of Nik and Jay and how much I want to belong to them. Wholly. Fully. In every meaning of the word.

“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t remember.”
Liar.

Ash showed her the shot he planned to use for the poster, then he left her alone to change back into her own clothes.

After leaving the Raffertys, they went to Granny Grace’s Toy Emporium to pick up the items Nik had ordered. Granny Grace was a diminutive, elegant woman with white hair that was arranged in a soft knot on top of her head. In spite of the fact that she walked with the assistance of a cane, her posture was exemplary. She was dressed in a long, black skirt and an old-fashioned, high-necked, long-sleeved white blouse with rows of lace and pin-tucks up and down the front. She looked like a Gibson Girl, one of the beautiful women made famous by the artist Charles Dana Gibson at the turn of the twentieth century.

Nik and Jay both bent to give her a kiss on the cheek, which made her giggle like a schoolgirl. Then she turned her attention to Charlie, stepping forward and reaching out her hand for Charlie to take. “You must be Charlotte,” she said. “You’re even more beautiful than my spies told me you were. And I see you’re wearing the dress I sent over for you. It looks wonderful on you.”

“I absolutely love it,” Charlie exclaimed. “I’ve never had anything so beautiful before.”

“Well, I think your men are ready to give you more beautiful things. I have an excellent selection and if you find something you like that isn’t in your size, we can order it for you.”