Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) (4 page)

Then they turned off the remotes and Sarah let out a shuddering cry at the sudden cessation of stimulation. While Adam removed the vibrating bullet from her anus, Jesse pulled out the one in her sheath. They dropped them into a metal bowl resting on a stool beside the frame, to be cleaned later by one of the subs in training. While Sarah hung from her bonds, struggling to catch her breath, they unbuckled their belts and unfastened their leathers, shoving them down around their knees.

Their cocks were hard as railroad spikes, nearly purple with engorged blood, the pre-cum leaking from their tips attesting to the urgency of their own need to climax. In one motion, they both grabbed her hips, bent their knees and pushed up inside her, Jesse into her vagina, Adam into her ass. After several pile-driving pumps of their hips, both men stiffened and cried out in release, their bodies contorted, in the throes of the immense pleasure they’d been denying themselves for too long.

As they continued to grind their pelvises against her, Sarah’s head slammed back against Adam’s chest, her mouth open as she sobbed out her pleasure. Her back arched into a rigid bow and her hips slammed forward into Jesse groin, as yet another orgasm tore through her, sending her into seizures of rapture. Jesse’s arms went hard around her, holding her through the shudders and jerks as she took the pleasure they gave her. Freely. Openly. “Beautiful, sugar. Absolutely beautiful. We love knowin’ that we’re the ones givin’ you this pleasure. You may call yourself our slave, but we are the ones who are truly enslaved.”

Jesse and Adam continued pumping their hips against her, until they had coaxed the last shudders from her body and the last dribbles of cum from their cocks. Finally, Adam pulled out of her ass, wrenching a groan from the depths of her throat. Hastily, he cleaned himself with a wet wipe, pulled up his pants, tucked himself in and quickly refastened his fly. Then he reached up and released Sarah’s wrists from the corner restraints while Jesse held her up. Carefully Adam lowered each arm, knowing they were numb and heavy and no longer under her control. While Jesse continued to hold her, he gently massaged her shoulders and biceps and she whimpered at the intensity of the pain from the pins and needles of returning blood flow.

Then Adam knelt to release her ankles.

Nik tapped the back of his hand against Jay’s legs. “Blanket.”

Jay broke away from the group of watchers and went over to a low cabinet at the edge of the dais. He retrieved a soft blanket and carried it up the steps and onto the dais. He held it out to Jesse, whose cock had finally dwindled enough to fall out of Sarah’s vagina, releasing a cascade of their combined juices onto the concrete floor. Still supporting Sarah with one arm, he used the other to shake out the blanket and wrap it around her. Then he passed her over to Adam who scooped her up into his arms and carried her off the stage to the applause of the gathered crowd while Jesse finished getting dressed.

When he turned around, he beckoned to Nik. “You’re in charge. We’re going upstairs to put Sarah to bed.” He gave him a tired smile. “She’s had a long and extremely trying day, so that’s where we’ll be in case you need us. Try not to need us. We’ve had a long and extremely trying day, too.” He inclined his head. “I swear, that tiny little woman tests our control more than anyone else in the history of the world. She absolutely turns us to mush.” He glanced down at his cock which was once again getting hard. “Well, except for certain parts of us.” He clapped Nik on the back. “Okay, buddy. It’s all yours.” He turned and walked back across the room and disappeared through the door marked Authorized Personnel Only.

“What was that all about?” Jay asked, moving to stand next to Nik.

“We’re in charge. They’re done for the night.”

“I don’t blame them. They never did like these Open House nights,” Jay observed. “Besides, you gotta admit, that was quite a show they put on.” He glanced down at his crotch. His cock was a chunk of granite, stretching his pants so tight it was a wonder the leather didn’t split. A lesser fabric certainly would have. A surreptitious glance over at Nik’s crotch revealed that his erection was even more impressive and Jay wondered, not for the first time, how such a massive cock would feel reaming his ass. Or spurting cum down his parched throat.

Nik turned and looked at his partner. Really looked at him, almost as if he were seeing him for the first time. Although Jay was six-four, he was built on a smaller scale than Nik, thinner, leaner, with the wiry, athletic build of a long-distance runner. Which he was, actually. He ran ten miles every morning along the hiking path that circled Passion Lake. Nik, on the other hand, thought running was as exciting as watching paint dry. He had his own morning work-out routine that consisted of a combination of moves culled from several of the more esoteric martial arts disciplines, as well as down-and-dirty fighting techniques he had learned as a kid. Both men were superb examples of primal, masculine perfection.

“Yes,” Nik agreed quietly. “It was quite a show. And now it’s your turn.” When Jay didn’t respond, Nik hardened his voice, continuing just as quietly, but with an added steely edge, “Go over to the spanking bench and strip. Be sure and fold your things neatly.” He hated Jay’s messiness and his annoying tendency to start undressing the minute he walked in the door, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor like a path to follow, like Hansel’s trail of bread crumbs.

Still Jay hesitated and Nik went into full Dom mode, drawing in enough breath to expand his chest a full four inches. “Boy,” he said loudly enough for those close by to hear, “you have just added five to the twenty five you’ve already earned. My advice to you would be to do as you’re told and avoid accruing any more. The only acceptable response is Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jay said.
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
His gasp was audible.
I called him Daddy!
His heart stalled, then raced ahead so fast he feared it would burst out of his chest.
What have I done? I didn’t mean for that to slip out. He doesn’t know! That’s why I’ve always called him Papa Bear when I tease him and not Daddy. The minute he realizes he’s a Daddy Dom, he’ll see how much I need that aspect of him. He doesn’t see me as a sub—particularly not a ‘little’! He only sees me as a Dom! He’ll be so disgusted, he’ll—Oh, God!
Fearing that he was going to choke, Jay lowered his head, unable to meet Nik’s eyes.

Nik stared at Jay’s dark head, feeling as if he’d been punched in the gut.
Holy fuck!
What just happened here? With Jay’s use of that one word, if was as if he’d ripped a veil away from Nik’s eyes and all of a sudden, a whole bunch of things became a hell of a lot clearer. Nik’s eyes widened.
I’m a Daddy Dom! And Jay
…
Oh, my God! Why didn’t I see this before? All this time…Jay’s escalating bratty behavior…pushing my limits. He’s been testing me! He’s been needing something from me and I never even noticed! Fuck! I should have noticed! We’re so damn close! How could I not have noticed?

Turning on his heel, Jay stumbled over to the next dais, climbed the three steps, and approached the spanking bench. Other guests followed him to stand in front of the platform, ready to gawk at the unexpected spectacle of a large, naked, powerful Dom being punished by an even larger, even more powerful Dom.

A Dom.
Jay shook his head dazedly
. Yes, I’m a Dom. I’m not a submissive. I’m not gay. I’m not a ‘little’. I don’t need to be babied…well…okay, the jury’s still out on that one. But, bottom line, I’m a Dom. A Dom with a hard-on. Oh, Christ, I’m about to be punished and I have a hard-on. Jesus! What is Nik going to think when he sees that?
With a deep sigh of resignation, Jay pulled his chained-together vest up and over his head, folded it neatly, and placed it on the wooden stool conveniently positioned beside the apparatus.

Fuck!
This is all my fault. I never should have pushed Nik this far. Now he’s gonna push me—right out the fucking door.
Jay’s throat closed up and his eyes stung.
Oh, great! Big, bad Dom, crying like a baby. Just what I need.
With sharp, vicious movements, he unbuttoned his leathers, lowered the zipper, and pushed them down over his hips, freeing his cock, thick and dark and heavy with an arousal that was almost painful.

Holy shit! What am I doing here? Especially like this, naked and on full display for a roomful of strangers, to say nothing of all of my buddies? How could I have let my occasional need for something Nik most likely would never be willing or even able to give me, get so out of hand?

Unable to stop himself, Jay risked a glance back over his shoulder at Nik. His partner was standing there as if he’d been turned to stone, staring at him, a look of steely resolve on his face. It was as if Nik were looking at him, but not really seeing him.
Fuck!
Jay’s skin suddenly felt hot, tight, itchy, as if it had suddenly shrunk two sizes and was covered with crawling insects. Knowing Nik would insist on full protocol for this particular scene, he spread his legs until they were shoulder-width apart, clasped his hands behind his neck, elbows out, and lowered his head to stare at the floor. His cock, an impressive nine inches long, stood straight out and was hard enough to swing from. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Nik approach him. Slowly. Deliberately. Menacing intent in every line of his body.
Oh, fuck!

The Russian giant stopped right in front of Jay, who didn’t move a muscle, not even when he felt Nik invade his personal space. Jay had a very wide personal space and disliked anyone encroaching on it. It made him antsy. Nik was testing him, he knew. Pushing him to react. Swallowing hard, Jay stood his ground, not even flinching as Nik moved inexorably closer and closer, not stopping until their bodies were separated by less than an inch from chest to toes. The only thing in Jay’s line of vision was Nik’s size-seventeen biker boots, toe-to-toe with his own size thirteen feet. The heat coming from Nik’s big body was powerful enough to melt glass. And that’s when Jay noticed something else about Nik. Something that sent his heart soaring in hope. Nik Rostov had a hard-on, too. Quite possibly, judging from the size of the bulge straining against his fly, the biggest hard-on Jay had ever witnessed.

Nik looked down at Jay’s bowed head and felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. He truly loved this man. As a brother. A buddy. And lately, he’d discovered himself thinking, quite possibly as something else. But it hadn’t been until just now, when Jay had said, “Yes, Daddy,” that that something else had clicked for him. It had fallen into place like the final piece of the puzzle. He’d always sort of looked out for Jay, taken care of him, fussed over him, making sure he ate, kept his room clean, encouraging him to come to him with any concerns.

Not that Jay had needed anyone looking after him as a general rule. He’d been a SEAL for God’s sake and was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. He was also a Dom, no doubt about that, either. But now, with the use of that one word, everything had changed. Circumstances were about to take their relationship to a new level entirely. Because what Jay had called him was correct. Nik
was
a Daddy Dom. He was almost certain of it. It explained so much about him. His protective instincts, his nurturing nature, his need to guide and support and cherish.

“Boy,” he said. This time his voice was not cold and hard. It was loving. Reassuring. “It has occurred to me, as I’m sure it has to you, that we are about to embark on a course that will forever alter the dynamic of our relationship. Are you ready for that?”

Jay lifted his head and looked squarely into Nik’s dark, nearly-black eyes. He took a deep breath to calm the hammering of his heart. “So you’re not tossing me out on my ear?”

“Oh, I may still do that,” Nik said with a wicked grin. “But this isn’t the appropriate time or place to discuss this. We will talk about it as soon as we get home. In the meantime, I suggest you think long and hard about what you really want.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Jay said, a faint glitter of humor in his green eyes.

Nik’s eyes were glittering too, but not with humor. “Now, boy, get up on that bench and raise that pretty ass high.”

Without hesitation Jay knelt on the knee pads, bent his torso over the padded chest rail, and lowered himself onto his forearms on the arm pads. Without saying a word to Jay, Nik strapped his wrists, knees, elbows, and ankles to the bench, immobilizing him completely. Then he grabbed hold of the knee pads and separated them, spreading Jay’s legs wide, wider, until he groaned in protest at the pull on his muscles. Finally, Nik locked the supports in place, leaving Jay in an extremely vulnerable position, with his ass high in the air, his wrinkled ball sac dangling down between his legs like a large fig dangling from a fig tree.

The two men had seen each other naked many times, of course, since, from the very beginning, they had always scened together with submissive women who were adventurous enough to take on two large, Dominant men. But they had never really touched each other. And when Nik reached between Jay’s legs and hefted his pendant sac, Jay let out a low, shuddering cry.
Holy Christ! That felt so damn good!
“Jesus, Nik!”

Nik’s fingers tightened, giving Jay’s testicles a sharp tug downward as he bent over Jay’s back and placed his mouth next to his ear. “You are on speech restriction, boy. One more word out of you and I’ll add five strokes. Per word. Nod your head if I have made myself clear.”

Jay gave a jerky, barely perceptible nod of his head. But Nik saw it and was filled with a deep sense of satisfaction. Along with a deep sense of wonderment and…
rightness
. He’d never handled another man’s testicles before and he began manipulating Jay’s, rolling them around with his fingers, tugging down on his sac, ripping sharp, hissing groans from his bound partner.