Rebecca Joyce (13 page)

“Yeah, her mouth ran wild.”

“It was beautiful. You should have seen that Fed. I actually think he pissed his pants.” Braxton laughed.

“What about Charlotte? Are they going to arrest her?”

“No. Matthew and I told him she was working for us, helping us investigate a fraudulent criminal matter that concerned the town. She’s safe right now, but we have to wait and see what this underwriter does. He or she can still press charges against her, and if they do, Matthew will be waiting.”

“Damn. She was doing so well. Did you let Kelly know?”

“Didn’t have to. Kelly was there. She told me to let her go. She said that sometimes it’s okay for her to vent. So I let Charlotte have at ’em.”

The loud bang alerted them. They turned to see Charlotte walk out, and their jaws dropped. “I need to fuck now,” she demanded, wearing nothing but her birthday suit.

Oh shit!

Jordan’s cock instantly hardened to gargantuan proportions. His breathing increased, and his blood began heat. She was fucking intoxicating. And her voice demanding sex was just hands down one of the sexiest things he had ever seen.

Eager to accommodate her wishes, Jordan stepped forward into Braxton’s halting hand.

“What? You heard the woman. She wants to be fucked.”

“I heard her, but I want to make sure she knows what she is asking for,” Braxton informed him.

Fuck!

“Charlotte, come here, baby doll, and tell us why you want us to make love to you.”

“I never said make love. Did I say make love? No, I said fuck. I want to be fucked hard and fast. I need it, and you two are going to give it to me, now,” she demanded with a straight face.

“Dude! What more do you need? That was pretty clear to me,” Jordan pleaded.

“I’m not deaf, Jordan! But that’s not what I asked her. So stow your cock and chill the fuck out,” he chastised and then turned back to Charlotte. “Why do you want to fuck us?”

“Because I want to fuck! Do I need a goddamned reason?”

“Well actually, yes you do.”

“Then please enlighten me, Obi-Wan, what’s the fuckin’ reason, because I am horny and ready to fuck.”

Jordan turned his head, hiding his smirk while Braxton looked her straight in the eyes. “First, in this house there will be no disrespecting one of the greatest movies ever made. Second, Jordan and I will not fuck you until you understand why we are fucking you.”

“What the hell does that mean? I just wanna fuck!” Charlotte shouted.

“Charlotte, please listen and understand. Jordan and I want you. We love you. We want you to stay with us forever,” Braxton explained as simply as he could.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got it. You love me, Jordan loves me, and you’re not going anywhere. Neither am I. So can we fuck now?”

“Yeah, can we fuck now?” Jordan pleaded, begging him.

“Yes.” Braxton smiled.

“Great! Now that we have gotten the go-ahead from the high Jedi council, get out your fucking light sabers and let’s fuck!” Charlotte demanded, turning and walking toward the master bedroom.

“Hey, I said no making fun of
Star Wars
!” Braxton shouted, walking after her with Jordan following and laughing hysterically.

* * * *

Charlotte made it to the door when Braxton grabbed her arms, swiftly turning her to face him. He looked angry, and he had that face again, the one that turned her insides into molten lava. Oh, fucking him was gonna be a good stress reliever.

It had been three weeks since they had all been together, and she had begun to wonder if they wanted her anymore. After talking with Kelly and today’s episode with the jackass from the FBI, Charlotte had too much energy running through her veins, and she needed that release she got from fucking them both.

So, taking matters into her own hands, she bit the bullet, got naked, and demanded sex. Of course, she didn’t think she was going to have to explain why she wanted it, but whatever worked as long as she got sex.

“Where do you think you’re going, baby doll?”

“To the bedroom.”

“I am in charge. Do you accept that?” he questioned.

“Why not? You’ve been in charge of everything else!” Charlotte relented, giving up control.

“Oh, Charlotte.” he grinned evilly. “You haven’t seen nothing yet.”

Oh shit.

Charlotte’s pulse raced. Her pussy ached almost painfully, the feel real, wild, and exciting. Braxton took her hand and walked her to a room she had never been in. She watched as he opened it. “You have your sanctuary, and this is mine. In this room, you are mine to do with as I please. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

Flipping on the lights did nothing to lighten the room. It was dark, very dark. The room had a sinister feeling, like something dangerous and exciting happened in here. The walls were dark-mahogany paneled, with eyebolts scattered here and there. There were ropes and chains, floggers and whips. A silver serving tray held vibrators, butt plugs, and nipple clamps, but what grabbed and held her attention was the contraption in the middle of the room.

Black leather padding covered the contraption. Built like a human body, its legs were short and spread. The torso was padded, and it looked soft. The arms were stretched out, and the headrest was cupped, for a snug, comfortable fit.

It was odd. Charlotte had never seen anything like it before. Intrigued yet leery, she couldn’t take her eyes off of it.

Brown leather straps attached at the arms and legs, and the waist band looked thick and strong.

The contraption reminded her of a chair.

Well, she thought it was a chair. It almost looked like…“Is that a gynecologist chair!” she asked in horror.

“No talking,” Braxton growled.

“But…” she muttered, and was spanked hard across her ass. “Damn it, Braxton. You could have warned me!”

“Kneel,” he ordered in the firm, menacing voice of his that compelled her to obey.

Doing so immediately, she watched as Jordan came around and stood in front of her, rubbing his hard, stiff cock.

“Make him come, Charlotte. The poor boy hasn’t come in three weeks,” Braxton ordered, moving about the room and getting things ready.

Jordan grabbed her face, squeezing her jaws until they opened. With his cock in her face, she kneeled there as he took his cock and slapped her cheeks. Charlotte had never been smacked with a cock before, and the feeling wasn’t entirely unwelcome. Jordan was teasing her, playing with her, and making her want what he was offering. Charlotte didn’t waste any time. She opened her mouth wider. Jordan’s hand went to the back of her head, and he placed the head of his cock at her lips. Her tongue darted out, licking the pearly white drop that leaked from his cock. She wanted to savor the taste, but he pressed on until she had all nine inches in her mouth.

“Shit, baby. I missed your mouth,” Jordan moaned as he withdrew then pushed to the hilt again. Charlotte relaxed her throat, and within seconds she was deep-throating him.

Pulling her head back, she tongued the large head, enjoying the throbbing cock in her mouth. Alternating between fucking her mouth and letting her suck on it, Jordan buried himself in her throat and began to come. Swallowing hungrily, she backed off again to let it splash on her tongue. Eventually Jordan subsided as she eased off, swallowing all of the cum in her mouth then going back to clean his cock. After a few minutes, she glanced up at him.

Jordan looked beyond happy and ready for more.

“That was quick, Jordan. Do I need to train you on orgasm control?” Braxton laughed as he finished getting the instruments ready.

Charlotte looked at what he was doing and couldn’t figure it out. It looked like he was getting ready for surgery, not a good long fuck-fest. But by the size of his cock, she knew she was going to get something, just not what.

“Her mouth feels like a furnace. You try and hold back,” Jordan countered.

“I have had her mouth, yet I came when I was ready, not before. Help Charlotte to the chair, Jordan, and make sure she is placed correctly.”

Charlotte was lifted from the ground and placed on the warm chair. She watched as Jordan strapped her arms and legs down, but when he strapped her stomach to the chair, she began to worry. The chair was a snug fit and quite comfortable, but when Braxton set the silver tray next her, Charlotte couldn’t take it anymore.

What the fuck is he doing?

“Are we gonna fuck or not?” Charlotte yelled nervously.

“No talking,” Braxton said calmly.

“I wanna fuck!” she shouted, trying to break the binds that held her.

“Jordan, attach this to Charlotte, please,” Braxton asked, handing something to Jordan.

Charlotte’s eyes grew wide as she realized what Jordan held in his hands.

A ball gag. Grinning, Jordan came toward her.

“Fuck no! Get that away from me,” she said before Jordan placed it in her mouth.

She was furious. She hated that damn thing, and they knew it. Unable to talk, she was left with her other senses. Already hyperaware and sensitive, every brush of air sent shivers over her body. Her nipple pebbled hard, aching to be sucked. Her pussy was wet, needing to be filled. This room, the men before her, and being bound in a chair, were causing a sensual hunger in her she could not contain. Squirming in the chair, she realized that there was something definitely off. Something round and hard was poking her ass.

Wiggling her hips, it felt like a small ball. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just weird.

“Something wrong, baby doll?” Braxton grinned, walking toward her. His grin told her that he was up to something. Refusing to jump at the bait, she sat perfectly still, that was until she felt the ball move.

Holy shit!

The ball was not a ball! It was a fucking dildo that was slowly moving up her ass.

Moaning at the intrusion, she relaxed her muscles as the phallus moved upward into her rectum. It wasn’t as big as her men, but still effective.

“Charlotte, you are sitting in my special chair. I had it custom-made for my specific needs. This chair can represent pleasure, and it can also represent pain. What you are feeling right now is pleasure. Defy me, and you will see what this chair can really do. Understand?”

Braxton lightly touched her legs, moving them apart. She heard a series of clicks, and then they stopped. Her legs were spread wide, open for all to see.

“Now, let’s finish getting you dressed,” Braxton said, reaching for a small pair of golden clamps with a delicate chain between them. She moaned when his mouth sucked her pert nipple, licking it furiously with his tongue, only to stop, quickly moving to the other and repeating the process. He was driving her crazy. He was teasing her, and he confirmed it when he stood and tugged.

The tiny pinch of pain from her chest had her looking down, gasping as she saw the nipple clamps attached. They were squeezing her nipples hard, but the bite of pain was giving way to a warm, sensual feeling.

She was on sensory overload. Too much too fast.

Her breathing increased, her heart raced, her body began to shake, and then she felt his mouth on her clit. Resisting the bonds, Charlotte screamed through her gag as she came violently into Braxton’s mouth as the phallus kept moving, lengthening her orgasm.

When the last shudder pulsed, her body relaxed against the chair.

Braxton stood between her legs, rubbing them softly, and whispered, “Charlotte, can you hear me?”

Charlotte didn’t want to answer. She was in orgasm heaven. Stars were still spinning, blood was still pumping, and the mini aftershocks in her pussy were lingering. Just as she started to catch her breath, a sharp tug on her clit had her reaching for the stars once again.

“Breath through it, Charlotte. You can handle it,” Braxton coaxed. “Now, can you hear me?”

Nodding yes, Charlotte whimpered as she slowly began coming down from another orgasm as the phallus still moved up and down, heightening it.

“Charlotte, Jordan is gonna suck my cock. You’re not allowed to come. Is that clear?” Braxton asked, rubbing his long dick.

She had no fucking clue how she was supposed to stop herself from coming with that damn plastic dick pumping into her ass. And what the hell was on her clit? It was tight and pinched a little, but every time she began breathing heavy, the pull on her nipples was somehow attached to the pinch on her clit. She couldn’t move! And now she wasn’t allowed to come. She was already close as it is. But to stop all together, that wasn’t happening!

Charlotte lay very carefully, trying not to move as Jordan dropped to his knees and took Braxton’s cock into his mouth. She knew it was warm and soft, and she ached to have her lips around him. Jordan proceeded to suck him fast, swallowing his entire cock down his throat. She watched as Jordan grabbed Braxton’s balls, pulling and squeezing on them as he slid that monster dick in and out of his mouth. The loud slurping and suction noise was wreaking havoc on her mind as the plastic cock began moving faster. Her breathing increased. Her chest moved.