Shades of Pleasure: Five Stories of Domination and Submission (29 page)

Naked.

She felt their gazes scorching her skin like branding irons
being passed slowly over her breasts, stomach, legs. Oddly, the heat made the
nervous chill feel all the more frosty. Hot and cold. Aroused and nervous.
Unsure and thrilled. If the point of these games was to bring her head into the
act of sex, then it was working. She didn’t want to just lie back and wait for
them to poke her. She was trembling with suspense, eager to see what would
happen next. Waiting, breathless, her heart racing.

“Give me your arms,” Trey growled.

She lifted her arms over her head.

Not surprisingly, he fastened the cuffs to the short chains
hanging from the bar. Now she could not lie back. Nor could she cover her
tingling nipples, hide herself from his hungry gaze.

Damon stepped back a little until he was straddling her
calves. “Bend your knees.”

Knees together, she bent her legs, sliding her feet up
toward her bottom.

“Now open your legs.”

A flare of heat flashed in her pussy.

This game wasn’t just fun, it was wicked. Naughty.
Thrilling.

She wrapped her fingers around the chains at her wrists and
slowly dragged her feet apart. Oh God, she felt so exposed and vulnerable,
sitting like this, naked, her legs spread, her two guys practically devouring
her with their eyes.

In the past, she would have felt dirty and objectified. But
not now, not with Damon and Trey.

Damon’s expression took on a decidedly nasty gleam, the kind
that only made the hot-cold shivers quaking through her body that much worse.
He stooped down, his sharp gaze snagging hers and holding it hostage. “Such a
sweet and obedient little princess, aren’t you?”

Obedient wasn’t an adjective she’d normally apply to
herself. But in this case it sure did seem to fit. “Um, yes.”

“Very good,” Damon said, his voice so low it almost sounded
like a purr. He pushed on her right knee, forcing it out farther. “So if I told
you to cream for me, you would.”

Just him saying those words made hot juices gather in her
pussy. “Yes,” she said, her voice shaky.

“And I could check you, like this.” An evil grin quirking
his lips, he teased her labia with his fingers. “Mmmmm. You feel warm, but not
wet enough.”

She would get plenty wet if he filled her with those naughty
fingers. If he pushed them deep inside and stroked that special place where it
felt so good, so wonderful.

“Cream for me, princess.” Damon’s fingers stroked her labia,
up and down, just missing the hood of her clit.

He was one teasing bastard. And yet, despite the fact that
he wasn’t touching as intimately as she wanted, the heat inside her womb inched
up higher. The pounding, throbbing need inside amplified. She let her head fall
back and closed her eyes, let the pleasant waves of wet heat overtake her.

In her mind’s eye, she replayed the first time she’d had sex
with Damon. They’d been in her bedroom—she’d sneaked both him and Trey in. And
he’d been so sweet. He’d held her, kissed her, slowly and patiently gotten her
ready…

A brush across her tight nipple yanked her back to the
present. This wasn’t the same slow and gentle Damon she’d known then, but she
wasn’t complaining. He was still attentive and giving, getting her ready,
teasing and tormenting, building the fire inside her.

She was going to melt. Or die. Or burn to cinders.

She glanced down, first seeing Trey’s fingers pinching her
nipples. Somehow, he knew exactly how tight to pinch, how much pain she could
endure. Down the slope of her stomach her gaze traveled, to the juncture of her
spread thighs. The sight of him reaching to her pussy was enough to spike her
body temperature another dozen degrees or so.

Dipping two fingers into her slit, Damon lifted his dark
gaze to hers. “I love the smell of your cream, the taste, the way it feels on my
fingers.” He lifted his fingers to his mouth, swirled his tongue around them
and then dragged that naughty tongue across his bottom lip.

She sighed. A tongue could be such a sexy thing, especially
when it was doing stuff like that to the world’s most perfect lips…and belonged
to the world’s sexiest man.

“She’s not begging for mercy yet,” Trey grumbled as he
rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

“No, she’s not.” The corners of Damon’s mouth lifted again,
forming that devious smile she’d come to appreciate so much. “I think we need
to torture her more, show her how devious her renegade princes can be.”

They both leapt off the table, leaving her panting and hot
and wondering what sort of delicious agony they would inflict on her next.

They headed for a large wooden trunk in the back of the
room, returning a short time later with hands full of sex toys. A rubber dildo,
a smaller toy with a flared end, a tube of lubricating jelly, a slender
vibrator.

Like she wasn’t about to die before!

Every muscle in her body stiffened. That dildo was bigger
than your average guy. At least, in her extremely limited experience.

Now the little vibrator didn’t look scary and that other
thing, whatever it was, was small and innocuous enough.

Again, her gaze flew back to the dildo. That thing was
intimidating. Instinctively, she jerked her legs together.

Both Damon and Trey gave her a mean-eyed glare.

Her teeth chattered. “That thing is…yikes!”

“Trust us.” Damon squeezed some lube out of the tube and
slathered it over the tip of the dildo, stroking it like it was his cock. He
curled his fingers over the flared head, and something inside her snapped. The
need Damon and Trey had been cruelly building inside her morphed into agonizing
desperation. Not only did she want him to fuck her with that toy, but she
needed him to do it. Now.

“Yes. Oh yes,” she whispered, pulling her legs wider apart.
The inner walls of her pussy clamped closed, and her body stiffened the second
the toy teased her opening. But she couldn’t help rocking her hips forward in a
silent plea for sweet invasion.

There was no doubt they were going to top last night. They
were going to blow her mind with all these wonderfully wicked games and toys.
And she was so overwhelmed, tears were once again threatening to gather in her
eyes.

As she’d dressed for the first night with Damon and Trey,
she’d never dreamed what these nights would turn out to be—dark, sexual
experimentation. But she’d never complain. Now that she’d had a taste of their
kind of decadence, she would never look back.

This was what sex was supposed to be about—the unleashing of
her inhibitions, the exploration of her darkest fantasies. Not the empty, dirty
act of her last experience, so many years ago. That night, something had snapped,
cutting off a part of her, forcing it deep into the shadows.

Damon and Trey had so easily coaxed that part of her out of
the shadows. It was…magic.

She watched in awe as Damon inched that thick dildo into her
hungry pussy, filling her fully before withdrawing. And then smiling, she met
his gaze and sighed.

Trey watched, transfixed, as Damon crammed that dong into
Blair’s sweet little pussy. The room’s air was thin and blistering hot, heated
by the inferno burning in Damon’s eyes.

Damn.

Trey had shared a woman with Damon before. Plenty of times.
But never had he seen Damon react to one like he was now.

It shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did. Nor
should it bother him. Blair wasn’t like the others. She was the one. Their first.

But all those things that he knew in his head didn’t make
the pain in his gut any less agonizing.

First, there was the way Damon was reacting to Blair. Like
now. Damon should have let Trey fuck her with the dong, let him fuck her with
his dick first tonight too. Damon had taken her first last night.

Jealousy was a bad thing in a threesome.

Second, there was the way Blair was reacting to
Damon—because Damon had been the first one to take her. Hell, she’d looked at
Damon like he was a god, just because he’d fucked her with that stupid toy, and
it had been his idea. His plan. His turn!

Jealousy was a very bad thing in a threesome.

Trey adjusted the chains holding her wrists, lengthening
them so she could lie on her back. Then he left his post at her head, walked
around the table and nudged Damon, but the bastard didn’t move aside. Furious,
he stepped back, knowing if he didn’t, he was bound to do or say something he’d
regret. Through a haze of rage, he watched Damon fuck that tight little pussy
with the dong. And then Damon left the dong in, slathered the butt plug with a
thick coating of lube and slowly pushed it into Blair’s anus.

Her throaty moan vibrated through his body, shoving aside
the anger that had wound itself around his gut. She was so lovely, her nipples
hard and tight peaks, her legs spread wide, her pussy and ass full, her face
flushed and eyes glassy. Her head rocked to the side, and her gaze found his,
locked onto it like radar. The air blasted from his lungs.

“Trey,” she mouthed. “I need you. Please,” she murmured.

She wasn’t going to let him withdraw. Wasn’t going to let
him feel as if he was invisible.

He nodded and turned his attention back to Damon, whose
beautiful body was visibly tight with need. Shoulders, neck, arms. The muscles
rippled as he moved, clenching into sinewy lines and bulging ropes as he
dragged his hands down her torso.

Trey could only see his face in profile, but he could tell
Damon’s desperate need was etched into his perfect features, making them that
much more striking. There were days when Trey thought it was too good to be
true, that he was with Damon, that they were still together after all this time
and even more deeply in love than they’d been years ago.

This was one of those times.

“Oh my fucking God,” Damon said, sounding awestruck. “Do you
see how she responds to me—I mean us. Responds to us?” Damon glanced at Trey.
His expression darkened. “Oh fuck, Trey.”

An apology.

Trey nodded. He just had to be patient, give Damon the
chance to face the emotions he’d been struggling with over the years. Deal with
the guilt he’d felt for supposedly failing Blair so long ago. In the long run,
they’d be much happier, their relationship stronger.

This time when Trey stepped up beside Damon, Trey resisted
the urge to take over, to stake a claim to Blair like he ached to do. Instead,
he pressed his body against Damon’s back, reached around his sides, unzipped
his pants and shoved his hands into them. His gaze locked on Blair’s eyes,
catching them widening with surprise. But that deer-caught-in-the-headlights
look quickly changed. The expression in her eyes turned dark and hot. Her
cheeks flushed. Her mouth pursed into a sexy little pout. They exchanged
erotically charged smiles.

Damon’s cock was hard, his balls snug against his body, the
heat of building need radiating from his skin. Trey closed a fist around
Damon’s dick and gave it a few slow caresses, knowing what that would do to
him.

It nearly brought Damon to his knees.

Damon let go of the toys he’d been tormenting Blair with,
dropped his head back, and let loose with a guttural roar, which satisfied
Trey. Then, taking Trey by surprise, Damon whirled around, slanted his lips
over his and speared his tongue in and out of Trey’s mouth until he too was on
the verge of dropping to his knees.

The sound of Blair’s breathy whimper made Trey tear his
mouth from Damon’s. Damon forced Trey around, practically tore his pants down.
“Take her. Take her now, or I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do next.”

“Please,” Blair begged, blinking open teary eyes. The skin
of her chest and neck were stained pink, the effect of the carnal need they had
so skillfully built up. “I can’t wait another second.”

Quickly, Trey rolled on a rubber, gently pulled the dildo
out of Blair’s pussy and jumped up on the table. He wedged his knees between
her thighs and angled over her, kissing her mouth, her eyelids her cheeks. “Our
sweet baby. You’ve been so good. So damn good.” After dropping a trail of
kisses along her jaw, he sat back on his knees and gripped the satiny skin of
her hips in his hands. “I’m going to fuck you now, with the anal plug in place.
It’ll make you feel even fuller than normal. Tell me if anything hurts.”

Blair nodded but didn’t speak.

Damon ran around to the head of the table, hopped up on the
table and sat behind her, lifting her upper body up at a shallow angle and
gently cradling her head and shoulders in his lap. He nodded and Trey, still
sitting back on his knees, lifted her hips and drove his dick into her tight cunt.

Ohhhh fuck.

How could he have already forgotten how tight she was? How
fucking delicious it felt to have her pussy clamp around his dick? He was in
heaven and hell both. Shaking his head, he met Damon’s gaze. “Goddamn it,
Damon. She’s so tight.”

“Yeah,” Damon grumbled, jerking his head to the side to bite
on the soft swell of her shoulder.

Trey closed his eyes and settled into a steady rhythm of
deep thrusts. With each inward stroke his need for release swelled, and with
each withdrawal his fever climbed, higher, higher, until he couldn’t think,
could barely sort out the glorious sensations battering his body.

The scent of woman, so sweet. The simmering heat burning the
skin he touched. The sound of Damon’s kisses and licks, Blair’s throaty moans.
The lingering flavor of her skin on his dry lips.

Hot. Tight. His body charged forward. Closer. Yes, so close
now.

And he sensed she was there too, with him at the cusp. He
moistened a fingertip and teased her clit, and her sweet pussy quivered around
his cock. His balls tightened. His cum burned at the base of his cock. Pressure
building. It wouldn’t be much longer.

“Come for me, Blair. Come now.” His lust-roughened voice
sounded foreign to his ears, like it belonged to someone else.

Closer. Hotter. Oh fuck, so good.

He increased the pressure on Blair’s clit only slightly,
stroking the hard pearl in a desperate attempt to send her over the edge. He
wouldn’t come before her, couldn’t.

There. The scent. Exquisite pleasure complemented the
exquisite pain he was enduring.

Blair’s cry of release started low and built to a keen wail.

“Yesssss!” He pulled back, leaving just the flared head of
his cock inside her spasming pussy and then, losing all control, drove into her
like a feral beast. His cum blazed down the length of his cock and shot from
the tip, each spurt a split second of absolute paradise.

It ended way too soon.

Sated, he pulled out, and removed the anal plug, disposed of
the condom and helped Damon free Blair from the restraints. To his surprise,
Damon carried her cradled in his arms to the bed, lowered her gently onto the
mattress. He didn’t try to fuck her. Instead, he lay next to her, arms and legs
thrown over her body in a show of masculine possession.

Trey walked around the end of the bed and lay curled up
against her other side.

She smiled at him. “I can’t believe this is really
happening. That it’s really you, and you’re here with me. I was so sure I’d
never see either one of you again. Will you tell me now? Tell me where you
were? How you found me?”

Damon bent an arm, lifting up to rest his head on his fist.
“You tell us first. Did that asshole stepfather of yours treat you any better
after you moved?”

She stared at the ceiling for at least a handful of
heartbeats before answering, “Maybe a little. I’d rather not talk about him. I
don’t think about him. I don’t talk about him. I refuse to waste my time and
energy.”

Damon caught her chin and tugged, forcing her to look at
him. The icy fury in Damon’s eyes made Trey’s heart skip a beat or two, or ten.
“Blair—”

“No, Damon. Please. Don’t ruin this.”

A tense silence fell over the room. Damon’s gaze met Trey’s
again. Trey felt Damon’s frustration in his gut, sharp, hot, burning.

“Damon,” Trey said, nodding. “We were too young—”

“I should’ve killed him when I had the chance.”

“No, nonono.” This time, Blair rose up on her knees and
caught Damon’s face in her hands. She leaned forward until her mouth hovered
over Damon’s. Trey’s lungs emptied of air as yet another unwelcome dose of
jealousy rippled through his body, making him ache all over. “I’m glad you
didn’t. You would’ve ruined your entire life, given it up for that bastard—”

“No, for you. I would have given up everything for you.”

“I’m okay.” She brushed her mouth over Damon’s and then
straightened up, glancing over her shoulder at Trey and giving him a soft,
sweet smile. “I’m fine. I swear. You know that, don’t you, Trey?”

“Sure.”

She reached for him, threaded her fingers through his. “The
past doesn’t haunt me anymore. I’m free now. I’m strong. I’m independent. You
understand what I mean, don’t you?”

Trey nodded. “Yes. I do.”

She turned and flopped down on the bed, landing between them
once again. She took Trey’s hand in her right and Damon’s in her left, pulled
them onto her soft stomach. “I’ll never forget this place. It’s so wonderful.
Thank you for doing all of this for me.”

“I just want you to be happy,” Damon said, sounding anything
but.

“That’s just it. I am. I’m happier right now than I’ve ever
been. And I can’t wait for the next twelve days. After tonight, I can’t imagine
how you’ll make them any better.”

“We’re going to try our damnedest,” Trey promised.

She rocked her head to the side. “Has anyone ever told you
you’re too good to be true?”

His face warmed. “No.”

“Well, you are.” She gave him yet another gentle kiss, the
kind that he guessed wasn’t meant to stir his lust, but did. He grappled for
her, but she rolled over, did the same to Damon. “Now, tell me all about the
past fifteen years.”

Trey chuckled, throwing an arm around her waist and tugging
her back, until she was spooned tightly against him. He kissed her temple.
“We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

She smiled. “That’s okay. I’ve got lots of time. I’m not
leaving until I absolutely have to. I want to hear everything. About your
exciting lives, traveling the world as illusionists. Where have you gone? What
have you seen? But more importantly…” She hesitated. “I want to know how long
have you two been lovers, and have either of you taken other lovers? Gotten
married? Had children? What do you want for the future?”

Trey nuzzled the crook of her neck. “And we want to hear all
about your life, what you’ve been doing.”

“What you hope for your future,” Damon added.

They spent the next several hours talking and laughing.
Sharing and deepening the bond with Blair that had been there all along, making
it stronger. But Trey could tell Blair was still holding back for some reason.
She did a lot more listening than talking, and when there was a lull in the
conversation, she’d ask Damon another question about their act or traveling.
Clever girl. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She left them just after sunrise, promising to come back
later that night.

Then it was just the two of them again. And the huge pink
elephant that neither wanted to talk about. If they didn’t find the words, Trey
was terrified that these two weeks might do the one thing nobody had ever been
able to do before—destroy their love.

* * * * *

Twelve nights gone. Somehow. Too fast. Much too fast. The
day her guys would leave was creeping closer, closer. No, it wasn’t creeping,
it was charging at her like a pissed-off bull. She’d never dreaded a day more,
not even the day her family had moved.

They were closer now, the three of them. Much of it had to
do with time spent just talking about things. Jobs. Hobbies. Dreams. Hopes. As
well as disappointments.

But the sex had also played a huge part, especially the
bondage. Over the nights, Damon and Trey had pushed her a little farther,
helped her work past her doubts and fears, her guilt and regrets. And in the
process, they’d gained her trust, her unflagging faith. And, most of all, her
love.

With Trey and Damon, sex was all about giving, sharing,
trust and love.

Tonight, she wanted to ask them to do something special for
her. She could see the emotions in their eyes when they looked at each other,
and she sensed something was building between them, something that was
threatening to tear them apart. She’d hate herself forever if she caused them
pain, even if it wasn’t anything she’d done intentionally.

She did a final makeup check in her car before heading into
the building for her thirteenth night. Only one more night to go. Oh God.

Tonight, she wasn’t greeted by a semi-translucent image of
herself, or a black panther or any other bizarre illusion like she had the last
twelve. Nor was there a gift like there had been every night. No earrings,
necklaces, picture frames, jewel-encrusted boxes. Nothing.