Sarah’s Billionaire Doms (4 page)

“Hush, little one,” Jared said in soothing tones. He ran his fingers across the clamps, tugging slightly, making her gasp. “Take your punishment with grace.”

Sarah didn’t know what was it about Jared that made her want to obey, to want his approval so badly. Damon attached the clip to her clit ring. Sarah tried to keep herself still, but she felt the pressure pulling on her intimate places with each tiny movement.

“Very pretty,” Jared murmured. “Do you agree, brother?”

“Perfect to see her squirm with all her accessories attached. Flogger.”

Sarah tried to think and assess, but all logical thought fled with the slow burn spreading across her body from the clamps. All she could manage was to urge her body to remain still, but she had a hard time doing even that when both men began stroking her bound and tormented body like a beloved pet.

Jared handed Damon a dark-handled flogger with oiled black leather tips. Her pulse leaped in her throat when Jared struck it against his hand. Then he tapped it gently against her thigh, letting her feel the material. Not a high-intensity kind, but Sarah steeled herself for the first blow. Her breathing grew ragged. Damon teased her inner thighs and wet pussy, trailing the leather strips over the needy flesh. He seemed to be fascinated by her clit hood piercing and kept circling the strands there back there.

“Please,” Sarah whispered. Damon’s gaze grew thoughtful. “Please, Sir.”

“Your lips look so tempting when you beg, little one.” Jared stole her attention again.

He fisted her hair and plundered her lips, this time dispensing with slow and easy. Jared kissed her like his brother did, rough, without finesse, and she opened her lips for his demanding tongue. The warmth and taste of him flooded down her throat.

Sarah vaguely heard the whistle in the air, and then the flogger hit her inner thigh. She clasped the leather cuffs, her moan muffled by the onslaught of Jared’s lips. A second later, Damon struck her again in a different position. She realized a second later that the instrument Damon picked didn’t hurt.

With each well-placed strike, Damon started a slow burn that spread through her thighs. Jared released her lips just as Damon aimed at her swollen pussy, her clit. Sarah jerked in her restraints, groaning. Jared cradled the back of her head to him, beginning to leave a trail of soft kisses down her neck. Jesus, both men drove her insane. Jared’s gentleness contrasted with the slap of Damon’s flogger. The pressure building inside Sarah nearly tipped over several times, but she remembered Jared’s warning.

Damon stopped, dispensing with the flogger. “I need to be inside her.” He turned to Sarah. “Yes, or no? Answer me honestly, Sarah. If this is too much, we’ll stop.”

“It’s not too much.” Sarah shook her head.

He walked to the drawer beside the bed, taking out something. Sarah heard the rip of a condom wrapper and saw his erection, standing long and thick. After Michael, Sarah didn’t think she could learn to like sexual intercourse again. Michael had reduced her to a mindless blow-up doll, buried all the passion and excitement that came with sex, but she craved—no, wanted—to feel Damon buried inside her.

A bad sign. She considered herself permanently fucked-up for needing BDSM after the hell she lived through. Sarah considered herself lucky for having James and Bobby to watch over her. She knew the difference between safe, sane, and consensual, and what Michael did. Stupidly assumed she could get her needs without pesky emotions getting in the way. One scene, one Dom. That had been her foolproof plan. Too late for that now, but Sarah would think about the consequences later.

Her sigh of relief turned to a gasp of discomfort when Jared fingered her clamped left nipple.

“This is going to hurt. Take a deep breath.”

Sarah obeyed. Jared took off the left, and blood came painfully surging back, amplified by the marks left by the flogger. Sarah gasped as he took off the right and finally the clip on her clit ring.

“Good girl,” Jared told her, tone fond.

The two words made her blush for some reason. He made her forget about the ache when he took her lips again. Sarah felt Damon releasing the restraints on her ankles and positioning himself between her legs. She practically thrust her pussy at him when he slid two fingers inside her. Damon chuckled.

“Be patient, sub. Unless you feel you need another set of punishments?”

“Answer him,” Jared told her, parting from her swollen lips.

“No, Master Damon. Please.”

“Please? What exactly are you begging my brother for, Sarah?” Jared asked, amused.

“Please, fuck me.”

 “Since you asked so nicely, sub, we’ll comply,” Jared said.

“Jared will take your mouth while I claim your pussy. Any complaints?” Damon demanded.

Sarah’s gaze slipped to Jared’s shaft, wondering how it would taste between her lips. Wield the power to hear the powerful man groan, even though she remained bound. “No, Master Damon.”

“Thank you for this,” Jared told her.

He straddled her face with his knees on either side of her. Once his tip came within touching distance, Sarah licked at the pre-cum glistening there, tasting him. Realizing she had no permission, she stole a quick look at Jared.

“I’ll forgive you this time around, little sub.” He pressed his cock head against her lips, and Sarah opened her mouth to accommodate him.

This will be the only time.
Refusing to let the thought sadden her, Sarah gagged at the size of him at first. He patiently waited for her to adjust, and once she did, Sarah took his length in her smoothly, applying suction with every inch.

“Jesus, you’re good at this.” Jared hummed above her, eventually taking control.

Damon lifted her legs on his shoulders and entered her in one sudden stroke, burying himself into her hilt deep. Jared pulled out, letting her full-throated groan spill through the room.

“Now that’s a lovely sound,” Jared remarked. “Do you feel Damon inside you?”

Sarah did. Damon filled her up completely, spearing her, branding her. Each slick muscle inside her accepted him, clamping on his steel-hard length tightly. So different when Michael used her, or when he loaned her to his friends for their use. Her body reacted on instinct, pushing them out, fighting tooth and nail until they had to force their way in.

“Sarah.” Jared said her name, tone unreadable, pulling her back to reality. “Where did you go?” When she couldn’t answer him, he continued, “don’t let your mind wander. Stay with us.”

Sarah’s cheeks burned. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean—”

She couldn’t continue. Damon began to move, strokes fast and deep, his fingers deliciously digging into the flesh of her hips.

“Hush, little one. Let our bodies do the talking.” Jared got off her, settling his large frame to her side.

To her shame, tears prickled in the corners of her eyes.
I can’t cry. I can’t.
Her body refused to listen. Sarah’s vision became a blur of tears. Why did possessive but caring Doms like Damon and Jared have to enter her life right after Michael ruined her?

Damon slowed, but he didn’t stop.

“I didn’t want to spoil this,” Sarah whispered, shocked when he leaned over to kiss her tears away.

“You haven’t. How long has it been for you, little one?” Jared asked gently.

Too long.
Sarah’s mind blanked when Damon shifted angle and hit her sweet spot. A gasp tore out of her, growing louder, uncontained as he aimed at the spot repeatedly.

“Come now.”

Damon’s tone brooked no arguments. He reached for her clit ring. Damon tugged, igniting her climax, sending a torrent of sensations through her. Sarah’s entire body shuddered as waves of pleasure began to drown her. Vaguely, she heard Damon growl after a few more thrusts, his own orgasm triggered.

“Will you let me inside you as well, little one?” Jared asked, stroking the curve of her breasts, her belly.

“Yes, please,” Sarah murmured.

Damon quickly cleaned her up. Jared slipped on a condom. Damon undid her wrist restraints, kissing the indentations left by the leather, before taking her lips.

“My brother wants to take you on your knees. Yes?”

“Yes, but you have to help me into position,” Sarah murmured, feeling languid.

He let out a rumbling laugh. Damon handled her with a gentleness she didn’t expect, flipping her, placing a pillow under her belly for support. Damon sat crossed-legged in front of her, letting her use his thigh as a pillow. He stroked her hair, talking to her softly. What he said didn’t matter. Sarah nuzzled her head against his leg, feeling content, yet her body eagerly awaited Jared to take her, too.

Jared spread her legs wider, fingering her, teasing her, but Sarah was wet and ready for him. Satisfied, he nudged several inches in, going slow until his balls slapped against her pussy. She moaned into Damon’s thigh.

“I think our little sub wants you to ride her hard, Jared,” Damon remarked. He tightened his fingers into her hair.

Sarah mewled in agreement, whimpered when Jared clutched at her hips and began driving into her, fast and hard. It didn’t take long for him to explode. His fingers dug into her flesh, joining the tiny half-crescent marks left by his brother. Sarah’s legs gave under her as Jared pulled out.

Damon tugged her close. She happily snuggled next to him, feeling Jared join them after cleaning both of them up. Her thighs and pussy still ached from the flogger, and Sarah looked forward to seeing the marks, the souvenirs they left behind come morning. She would be sad to see them go. Both men took turns, stroking her, coaxing satisfied sounds from her. Sarah couldn’t remember the last time anyone had ever held her like this without any agenda.

Michael’s version of aftercare had been warped. He’d often leave her broken body hanging in his playroom, sometimes forgetting to take her down. When he did, he’d pretend to fuss over her in bed while an expensively paid private doctor Michael bribed to keep quiet would check over her injuries. Trips to the hospital emergency rooms were unavoidable, but Michael had impressive connections.

“Sarah, you have a faraway look in your eyes again,” Damon said in a disapproving voice.

Spooning his huge body behind her, Jared tightened his grip around her waist, nuzzling her neck and making it hard to think. “Are you thinking about him?” Jared asked.

“Yes and no,” Sarah admitted.

“Thank you for being honest,” Jared murmured against her. “Just relax, little one. We’ll deal with the questions the next time we meet.”

“It’s almost club closing time, though, isn’t it?” Sarah asked sleepily.

Besides, Bobby and James probably waited for her downstairs. Ever since she moved in with them, they never let her out of their sight. She felt too languid, lazy, to move, and she loathed to extract herself from the tangle of limbs and bodies. Once she left this room and the doors of the Lance, the spell would break. In front of her, Damon cupped her cheek, making her blink.

“You forget we’re two of the owners.” He took her hands and tucked them against his chest.

Underneath the hard muscles of his pecs, Sarah felt his heart beating a steady rhythm. Taking their advice, Sarah let herself sleep. Back at Bobby and James’ apartment, the two men sometimes let her snuggle between them in bed like a little girl terrified of her nightmares. This time, though, Sarah fell into a dreamless and peaceful sleep.

“Thank you, Mr. Gibbs, but I’m afraid I no longer require your services,” Michael Rivers coldly told the private investigator on the other end.

His hand shook after slamming the receiver down on the desk in his private office. Michael gnashed his teeth together at another failed venture. Another wad of cash flushed down the toilet, but he had plenty of that in abundance. How could so many investigators be so ineffective?

Michael prided himself on being a perfectionist. Failure was something he hated and couldn’t tolerate, especially when it came to his property. Michael had always been selfish and possessive of his toys ever since he was a child, and he freely admitted his temper always got the best of him. His younger brother Matt’s accidental plunge into the shallow part of the river on the estate had been the cause of that.

“Incompetent fools,” he muttered.

A series of clicks on his laptop opened up his favorite video of his young and beautiful wife. Sarah was usually a quiet little thing, but when she became loud, she screamed quite prettily. To say Michael missed having her around had been an understatement. The estate seemed incredibly lonely without her, empty without the careful patter of her feet, or the symphony of her little cries to echo through the corridors.

Michael had conducted a thorough investigation of her escape. After wrangling a couple of teeth loose and finally the truth from one of the maids who helped Sarah escape, Michael had made sure no one would ever find the bitch’s body.

He poured himself a glass of vodka and glued his eyes to the screen. Sarah’s restrained body, decorated with his marks, looked back at him. So did the perfect ‘O’ of her cracked lips he’d liked to kiss whenever she begged and pleaded.

Michael affectionately touched the screen and traced every curve and flaw of his wife’s profile. “When I find you, cunt, I’m going to make sure you won’t be able to run again.”

Michael had to take extra precautions this time round. Young women often acted out, and Michael knew he had to take a firm hand in training his wife. Contrary to what Sarah believed, it didn’t just pain Michael to take the hammer to her fingers to straighten out her rotten and rebellious personality. It wrenched at his heart to destroy what he loved about her the most—her unique and natural talent.

He doubted he’d feel the same away about her legs, and his contractor had informed him Sarah’s new home in the basement would be completed in a week. No way she’d be getting out of that cell unless she was a magician. Besides, the prospect of taking out his toys from the dark trunk only when he wanted excited him. He’d need to immediately teach her a lesson after retrieving her, maybe at a rented space, then they’d head back home.