No Place Like Home (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (8 page)

Markus kissed her on the mouth and then grabbed the washcloth. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “When I saw the trail of clothes, my first thought was that you were luring me into your den, and then I realized you’d been playing in the dirt with my sister, and I knew the shower was a necessity. Why don’t you relax and let me scrub your back? Don’t worry. I’m not going to fuck you right now. We have dinner reservations, and I don’t want to be late. I’m just going to plug your ass and then we are going out for a nice meal and conversation. The fucking will come later.”

And then he got to work, washing every inch of her body, rubbing until her skin was tingly. And he kept his word. While he didn’t miss an inch of her body, he didn’t linger anywhere. Then he lathered up her hair and followed with the conditioner. He helped her out of the shower, wrapping her in a big towel before sitting her down and combing out her hair. He was extremely gentle, getting all the tangles before he blow dried it. When he was done, he stood her up and picked up the butt plug that he’d earlier placed on the counter. She’d been eyeing it, mentally comparing to the one she’d worn earlier. It looked a
lot
bigger. But she said nothing, bending over and gripping the counter. Like before, he gently lubed her ass before slowly fucking the plug into her.

“It’s not going to fit.”

“Yes it is. Just relax your ass.” He gave her a quick smack on one ass cheek and then the other. She forced herself to relax, and she felt him give it a good push, and it seat itself inside her. Slowly she straightened up. It felt much bigger than the other one. Much. She didn’t know how she was going to walk with it inside her.

“Get dressed. You have five minutes. Don’t worry, I’ve laid something out for you.” She looked at him suspiciously. He’d been busy while she was showering. But she was pleasantly surprised. Her good dark jeans and a silver tank top. He hadn’t laid out a bra or underwear, so she got some that would work with that outfit. He started to object, but she spoke first. “If I have to go out with this log up my bum, I’m not going out without a bra or underwear. You understand me?” He just grinned and raised his hands in surrender. They both knew he’d get his revenge later.

The restaurant he’d picked was a pleasant surprise. It was quiet and unpretentious and served a great burger. In fact, it was one of her favorite places to eat. And he was a complete gentleman, at least until the food came. Their waitress left after flirting shamelessly with Markus, walking away disgusted because he didn’t even seem to notice her.

“Dig in.” He smiled angelically. He normally kept his hair tied back, and she hadn’t realized just how long it was. It reached his shoulders and was thick and wavy and the shade of blond that many woman spent much time and effort trying unsuccessfully to imitate.

She nearly shot out of her seat when the buzzing in her ass started. He shot her an innocent look and asked her if her pasta was okay. Well, if he was going to play it like that, she would, too. She would just ignore the periodic buzzing in her ass and her rising arousal. No matter how much her pussy dripped, she would just ignore it.

Yes, she could do this. She could talk about the stores and greenhouses and plants and, god damn it, current events, despite the periodic buzzing in her ass.

She could see Markus’s puzzled expression at her lack of reaction. She watched him fiddle with the remote control with his left hand while he, oh so casually, continued eating. When the buzzing came again, it was even stronger and instead of a constant buzz, had some kind of pattern. She saw Markus’s grin of satisfaction when she couldn’t hide her reaction any more. He let it run for a few more seconds and then turned it off while they ate dessert, discussing the Seattle Seahawks’ chances in the current season. She couldn’t let the evening go by without asking him about his work. He’d been a high-powered prosecutor. Now he was a public defender and legal aid lawyer working for peanuts. Why?

“Why? Because by the time I saw the criminals it was too late to do anything but throw their asses in jail. Most of them were career criminals and were never going to change. But occasionally, I saw someone young and scared where there was still a chance to steer then right, but the system was stacked against them. Here in Hope and the surrounding counties, there are young people on the cusp of making a choice. Jackson and I can make a difference. From Jackson’s early intervention programs to my helping families navigate through the legal maze to both of us being involved in youth crime prevention and diversion programs down at the Hope Family and Recreation Centre, I feel that I am making a difference. And as for the salary, Jackson and I come from money. Neither of us really has to work, but we both weren’t raised that way. We want to make a difference in our community.”

All in all, it was a pleasant, normal date, butt plug excepting. When they got back to her place and Markus walked her to the door, she almost expected him to give her a quick kiss on the cheek and leave, but he leaned down and took the door keys from her hand.

“I’m stuck in court all week and probably won’t be able to see you until Saturday, so I have to make tonight carry us through the week. So, baby, I’m going to make your toes curl tonight.”

He opened the door, threw her over his shoulder, and carried her through it. Before she could even catch a breath, he had her naked and tied her hands and feet, to the headboard with a pillow under her butt to raise it up, so she was fully exposed to his gaze. “Come on, Markus. Do you have to tie me up?” she said in a wheedling tone. “Just think what I could do with my hands free.”

“That’s exactly what I’m thinking about,” he answered. “I’m so hot for you I’ll come at the slightest touch. But I’ve got four days’ worth of orgasms to give you so you don’t feel neglected until Saturday. And then we are going to pick you up first thing in the morning and take you to our house and fuck your brains out for the next thirty-six hours. Sound like a plan?” He said this so casually as he positioned himself so close to her pussy that she could feel his breath on her. She gushed cream just from the thought of his mouth on her.

“Um, ah...ahhhhrrrgghhh.” She thought it sounded like a fine plan, but all coherent thought fled at the feel of his tongue on her slit. It didn’t take much work on his part to bring her to the edge. She fully expected him to tease her like Jackson did and make her wait, but, true to his word, he just kept working his magic tongue, and she felt an orgasm rip through her. She went limp, but not for long and he kept working her, this time sliding a finger inside her. She could feel another climax building. She wiggled her butt, trying to get him to give her more...more fingers, more tongue, just more. And he did. He curled his fingers to press her G-spot just as his mouth sucked in her clit. She could have come right up off the bed, if she hadn’t been tied to it, from that climax. But still he wasn’t done.

“Oh, god. I can’t take any more. And I certainly can’t come any more,” she protested.

“You can and you will, sweetie. You don’t get to decide any more. And you are going to have to get used to coming multiple times a night. When you are living with us, you are going to have two men to satisfy and two men to satisfy you. We are not going to go to sleep until we’ve each wrung an orgasm or three out of you.”

And then he went back to work, and she could feel another climax building. This time he switched things up again by playing with the butt plug, wiggling it inside her and then turning on the vibration. This time, the orgasm seemed less intense, but seemed to go on forever.

She was spent, just laying limply as he untied her hands and feet, gently rubbing them to restore the circulation. He leaned down and kissed her gently on the mouth. “That was for you, sweetheart, and now this is for me. I’m going to roll you over, take out the butt plug, and fuck your ass.”

She looked over at him. His cock, as he sat on the side of the bed, was close enough to touch. And it looked huge. While Jackson’s cock might be a shade longer, Markus definitely had more girth. She was amazed that it fit inside her pussy. No way was it going up her ass. She started to say this when she found herself being flipped over, with several pillows being inserted under her groin to raise her butt up to what he considered a suitable level. She felt him position himself on his knees behind her and slowly withdraw the plug from her ass. He went slowly, a couple of times moving it in and out of her ass before withdrawing it completely.

Then he squirted some lube into her open ass. He easily was able to insert two fingers, but she groaned when she felt the third finger go in. He pumped them in and out, preparing her, until she unconsciously picked up his rhythm, pushing back to meet his thrusts. She was ready.

He lubed up his cock and placed it at her entrance.

She could feel him position himself. Her ass might be stretched enough for his fingers, but his cockhead was huge, and she could feel it pressing at her back entrance slowly but firmly. It started to hurt as he stretched her, but it excited her. She could feel something building within her. She wanted...no she needed to feel his cock inside her.

When he had her stretched to the max, he paused. “This is it, baby. One more shove and the head will be inside you, and the pleasure will begin.” And then he started moving again, slowly entering her. She could feel him moving carefully, opening her up. She felt full and stretched and turned-on in a way she’d never felt before. She gripped the sheet in each hand and tried to move her hips, to push back and get him all the way inside her. But he held her still, controlling the speed and depth of his penetration. But he didn’t stop until he was seated all the way inside her and she could feel his sac against her pussy.

“How does it feel, sweetie?”

“Arguhllll.” She had no words. It felt so good. She had never felt so full before, so helpless in a way. She was on her stomach, and he was inside her and he had total control over her. There was something so overwhelming about being taken this way, something so primitive that she thought she might come right away. All she needed was a little friction on her clit. And, as if reading her mind, he reached under her and pinched the little bud. Her orgasm slammed through her, making her buck and shake against him, but he held her down, still buried deeply inside of her.

“That was for you. This is for me. I’m going to ride you hard for as long as I can before I come in your ass because this will be the last time I can fuck you until the weekend. You might be a little sore in the morning, but you’ll think of me and remember tonight while you think about what it’s going to be like taking us both at once on Saturday.”

And then he started moving. He pulled almost all the way out and then pushed back in, pumping in and out of her, pistoning hard, the only sounds their rough breathing and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Eventually, he pushed himself as deep as he could and held still, his cock jumping within her, shooting his cum deep inside her. He reached around her and pinched her clit hard again, and soon she was bucking against him as another climax tore through her.

He slumped over her for a second, his weight crushing her into the bed. Then he pushed himself off her and went into the bathroom to clean up. He returned with a warm washcloth to find her still exactly where he left her, her ass raised up by the pillows he had shoved under her. He felt his cock stir, and was very tempted to flip her over and fuck her again, but it was already 2:00 a.m., and he had court. So he used the cloth to clean her up. Then, he removed the pillows and tucked her in. She was asleep before he got dressed and left.

* * * *

She woke up early the next morning and stretched, pleasantly sore. It took her a moment, but it all came flooding back to her. Markus had left during the night because he was in court all week. And Jackson had also mentioned something about working all week. And she’d promised Annie her answer by the weekend as well. It seemed like it was going to be a long week.

She’d expected one or the other of them to call, but the days slowly ticked by, and she didn’t hear anything. Maybe they
had
changed their minds about her, never mind what they said about working. Surely, if they really cared, they’d have at least called once or texted or emailed or something.

She thought about going down to the courthouse to watch a bit of the trial. Tuesday she talked herself out of it, but Wednesday her resolve wavered but held firm as she threw herself into her work. But Thursday she said, “What the heck” and headed down town to the courthouse. But there was no trial, at least not one involving Markus Lansing. Maybe it ended early? She went by his law office, and it was closed up tight. The sign said “Closed until Monday.”

She then walked over to the sheriff’s office. Maybe Jackson would like to have lunch with her?

She entered and approached the reception desk. “Sorry, ma’am. Sheriff Lansing is out of the office for a few days. Can someone else help you?” She thought she muttered something noncommittal as she turned and left, stunned. Had they both lied to her? They both said they had to work all week. But clearly, that wasn’t happening. They’d left town, together presumably. Was it another woman? She knew how they liked to share. Were they away somewhere fucking someone else? She felt hot and cold and a bit faint. The bastards. After Craig cheating, she wouldn’t take it again. Ever.

Friday, she worked in the greenhouse. She worked all day and into the evening, getting smelly and dirty, and it was one of her best days ever, except for when she let her mind wander to the twins. But she pushed back the tears and kept going with the transplanting until each and every plant was properly mulched and watered. It was a good day’s work. She looked around her, seeing the difference just a few days made, and she knew she couldn’t leave. Hope was her home, and being partners with Annie in the nursery-flower business would fulfill a lifelong dream. She’d tell her as soon as she got home and showered and changed. She wouldn’t make her wait until Sunday for an answer. And as for Jackson and Markus... well, they could kiss her ass. She’d managed all these years without them, and she could manage the rest of her life without them.