The Escort Series (8 page)

“Besides,
both the dominant males and the submissive female have certain rules that keep
everyone not only comfortable, but safe,” Jason added, also leaning close to
speak low in her ear so as not to disturb the other patrons. “Safe words, which
end the scene immediately, are put in place from the start.”

“Safe
words?” Bea asked curiously, unable to tear her eyes away from the waitress’s
body as her ass was growing decidedly purple from the thuds of the flogger,
which seemed to have up to twenty or more tails. Suddenly, one of the Doms
pushed her legs wider apart and this time, the other Dom was able to lash
straight at the pink, tender flesh of pussy in between the ass cheeks. The girl
could be heard to scream more in arousal than pain.

“Yes;
safe words,” Jason echoed with a small, teasing yet predatory smile. “We might
need some later so I’ll teach you more about them.”

Huh?
What? Bea thought, sending him a quick, confused and very hot-faced glance. But
before she could reply, Ryan told her softly, “Bea…look. The flogging has
stopped.”

Turning
quickly to the platform again, she saw that indeed, the flogging had ended but
the girl was still on her knees with her face in the mattress. By now she
seemed to be writhing her whole flushed body from pleasure. There were long
marks on the back of her thighs, her ass and across her pussy lips where the
whip had flicked.

The Dom
who had been watching and commanding her as the other Dom whipped her, warned
her that she wasn’t allowed to come, not unless given permission. When the girl
hesitated, the other Dom gave her snatch a smack, this time with his hand. His
own voice had steel in it when he asked her this time, ”Do you understand,
pet?”

Yes, master
, she replied on a
whimper of ecstasy.

This
was when the Dom with the whip now stroked her pussy, finding it wet. The sound
echoed in the room; those sloshing noises his fingers encountered when he
finger-fucked her. The next minute, he withdrew those fingers and made her lick
them.

And
then, right before the public, he took the flogger in his hand but this time,
with the handle facing her pussy. Bea’s eyes widened as she noted that the handle
was made of some kind of metal with a round knob at the end and notches along
the 7-inch length.

Uh oh,
Bea thought, her knees closing together as she watched the Dom use the long
thin knob to fuck in and out of the girl’s pussy. In the meantime, the other
Dom had retrieved a vibrator from the drawer and now placed it against the
moaning girl’s clit. She was shuddering and moaning, being shafted by the
handle, as the buzzing vibrator stimulated her clit.

Despite
screaming with pleasure she was reminded not to come. Just when Bea thought the
sensations would have become unbearable for the woman, she heard the Dom with
the vibrator give the command that she could come after the count of ten. Bea
heard the Dom count to ten so slowly it seemed like forever, and she seemed to
be holding her breath till the final count, and Bea watched with her lips
parted as the girl began to convulse with bliss.

It
looked like she wouldn’t stop coming. She came and came as the room burst with
wild applause. Swallowing, Bea reached instinctively for a drink on the table,
not even sure when it had been ordered or served. She was glad to find it was
cool and non-alcoholic, something like soda. She definitely needed cooling off
after
that
show.

If she
was honest, she’d say her pussy was positively dripping.
Just…soaking
her panties right through.
Her breasts felt heavier, her nipples thicker
and harder. Knowing that Ryan and Jason had been on either side watching right
along with her had made it all the more intense. She wasn’t breathing properly
anymore. In fact, she felt ready to faint, arousal and awareness fogging her
senses and making her lightheaded. Seeing that girl whipped and then fucked by
the handle of the flogger...then watching her climax with the vibe whizzing
against her clitoris…Bea had never experienced watching anything like that and
she was scared how much it had all affected her sensually.

 
“We’re glad you stayed to watch that
performance with us,” Ryan said softly, and she met his eyes with effort. They
were positively blazing. “You must know we want you, very deeply. There’s so
much we want to share with you, Bea. But we don’t want to share you with anyone
else. You aren’t to see other clients anymore.”

“I
don’t have any other clients,” she said in a choked voice, instead of saying
what she should have said: that they shouldn’t want her; that they couldn’t
have her. “You two were my…my first.” She closed her eyes in sensual anguish as
she looked at Ryan’s face, then Jason’s. They had that identical look of feral
lust she was beginning to recognize and fear. Because it made her conscious of
how much she lusted for them too.

“Good,”
Ryan continued. “Because you don’t need to be an escort anymore. We’ll take
care of you. In every way.”

“I
don’t need taking care of,” she retorted with annoyance. Annoyance was good; it
could probably hide her wavering determination to keep them both at arm’s
length…

“Maybe
not. But we’ll do it anyway,” Ryan said with a small smile. “We told you the
other night, Bea. We are yours. Maybe you should start appreciating the fact.”

Bea
wanted to argue but then she felt Jason move closer till his lips were in her
ear again. How good he was at catching her off-guard!
Sensual,
darkly so, he was whispering in her ear.
Bea’s eyes widened as every
word he said flittered into her hearing and made her skin blush furiously. The
things he told her they wanted to do to her…all night – it made her
shudder with helpless desire. And, he assured
her,
she
wouldn’t want to stop them.

She
felt Ryan take her free hand, the one on his side, while all the while her
other had been in Jason’s grasp. There was no denying the intent on Ryan’s
face. “Let’s go home, Bea.”

Chapter Six

Bea
knew
she
was
all kinds of crazy and
stupid
.

But
there was no way she could deny the vast extent of desire she felt for these
two brothers. One more night…would that be so bad? Then she was running as far
and as fast from their forbidden delights as possible.

The
limousine was waiting to take them to the new home Ryan and Jason had acquired
in the wealthiest section of the city, where anyone with their kind of status
liked to live. Their mansion was immense, and once inside the fabulously
decorated house, she saw that it was designed tastefully and with maximum
appeal. She fell in love with it in seconds.

Ryan
said, “We got this place just two weeks ago, soon after we met you. We only
ever stay a week or two in the US at a time. But we’ve decided we’re finding
more reasons to want to come. More often and for longer,” He sent her a smile
and a meaningful look. “We’re also buying up a lot of companies in a long
stretch of Mergers and Acquisitions so we plan to be around for a while on
business.”

“And
hotels are fun, but we like the thought that you’ll be able to visit us here, at
our home whenever needed,” Jason told her. His grin told Bea he’d caught her
wary, even scared expression.

Jason
came to where she was standing in the middle of the palatial living room,
taking her hands in a gentle grip. “Bea, we’re going to be seeing a lot of each
other from now on. Get used to it. We’re not letting you out of our sight. And
the first chance we get, we’re taking you with us to Scotland to visit our
estate there. Give you a chance to see Ryan and me in our leather kilts with
the two-piece suits.”

“Not
forgetting the calf-length socks and high boots,” Ryan added with a chuckle. He
too, came forward and once again, she was wedged between them like they seemed
to like so much.

And yes,
fuck it…she seemed to like a lot as well.

“I
think…well, I’d love to see that,” she finally said, a giggle passing through
her parted lips.

A
silence descended and she felt their eyes on her face, her body. They held her
so close she could hear their collective heartbeats. Sexual tension filled the
air and it was only a matter of time before she felt things would get heavy.
Already, she felt that twitching in her panties and she knew that twitch was
going to get dealt with pretty soon.

* * *

Bea
remembered everything Jason had whispered that they would do to her.

Now
that she was there, alone with them, she could see the question in their eyes.
Just like the first night in that suite, they were waiting for her to make the
final call. Take me home…or take me
now
?

Bea
knew what her body craved right at that moment. She wanted the brothers to keep
each one of their sensuous promises.

Her
life had always been so ordinary. Nothing exciting or exotic ever happened to
her, until she agreed to play escort for one night in the place of Lisa. And
now, once again, she was to live life on the very edge. Her boundaries…they
were breaking down. The bar on certain limits was being raised. Tonight, she
wanted one more taste of their tempestuous threesome. She already knew that
this time, there’d be a darkly delicious twist to their passions. And she was
so, so looking forward to it.

She
turned to kiss Ryan briefly on the lips, and then turned to do the same to
Jason. She couldn’t speak right then but she held the answer in her eyes. She
heard Ryan exhale a ragged breath, while Jason had his devil-may-care grin
widening in delight.

Soon,
they were leading her through doors in the magnificent house. Each room they
passed seemed like something from a gorgeous movie set. Her heart was
all-aflutter
when they took her down to some kind of dungeon
play room filled with many of the kind of things she’d seen in the BDSM
club.
 
There were flat and inclined
benches, a wooden x-shaped cross with cuffs at every end. There was a lot of
leather covering everything, plus chains, hooks and tables like none she’d ever
seen. Everything looked brand new, and there was that fresh smell of wood,
polish and of course leather.
 
She
could even see a fridge in the corner. How strange it was that she wasn’t nervous
as she went in with them, the soft lighting making everything seem less
threatening than they looked. She stepped further inside, her high heels
echoing on the varnished wood floor. The walls had designer distressed-looking
paint in maroon. All in all, it wasn’t the torture chamber she’d have expected
it to look like when they’d led her down the steps.

She
felt a hand on her wrist, and turned to see Jason’s regarding her with
searching eyes. “Do you trust us, baby?” Jason asked softly.

“I
think I always have. I don’t know how, or why.” Her voice was breathy,
constricted with desire.

Coming
forward, Ryan tipped her chin up to make her look at him in the eye. “We’d
never hurt you. Nothing will happen in here that’s against your wish. We’ll
have a safe word to ensure you can put a stop to it all whenever you want. Is
there any word you’ll be able to remember quickly at all times?”

Bea
gulped.
Oh, okay.
Safe
word time
.
“Um…velvet.” It
just popped up and it seemed to suit the scene. Quickly, she committed it to
memory though she seriously doubted she’d need it with these two. She’d meant
it; she did trust them. She wouldn’t have come this far if she didn’t.

“Thank
you, Bea. Velvet it is then,” Ryan said with a small smile, right before he
cupped both sides of her face and kissed her passionately.

*

With Ryan’s
lips ravaging hers so deeply her head was spinning, Bea felt vaguely aware that
it was Jason’s hands unzipping her dress from behind, pushing it down her
shoulders and bringing it to pool at her waist. Her tongue was twisting wildly
with Ryan’s, her hot, stirring passion matching his. She’d wanted this so long
that now she felt like she was burning. When Jason unhooked her bra and then
got rid of that too, he covered her breasts from behind with his large, hungry
hands. She groaned long and sweetly into Ryan’s eating mouth.

For
what seemed like eternity, they pleasured her each in their own way. First with
kisses, and then with
their
caresses. Her mouth kept
getting drawn to either Jason’s or Ryan’s. They could never seem to have enough
of her lips – or her breasts, or her pussy. There, while she stood,
barely able to hold herself up, glad for their support, they stroked and sucked
on her nipples, and then down on their haunches they parted her legs and used
their lips, tongues and fingers on her pussy. At one point, Ryan was sucking on
her clit while she could feel Jason behind, rimming her crack. She felt drowned
in sensations, shocked by how it felt to have both her holes being tongued at
the same time. Oh God, I hope I can survive this night, she prayed while she
moaned deliriously out loud.
So much pleasure to
endure…almost too much.

But
not enough to make her come.
Each time she wavered
on the brink, either of them pulled back till she was breathing less raggedly
or shaking less tremulously. Soon enough she was swimming in a pool of bliss
that made her body feel like it weighed no more than a ton of feathers.