Red Hot Obsessions (235 page)

Logan stood on the other side of me and slid his fingers down my crack. He didn’t waste time and drove into my sex with a rough thrusts. He circled in and out and spread the wetness up the divide between my cheeks. While still finger-fucking me wonderfully, he used his thumb to soak my tighter hole with my own juices. He tucked the tip in and ground all his fingers together like he was mixing meatloaf in a hurry.

For a good show, I squirmed and thrashed, trying to break free from their grabby holds, but I was stuck. I fought harder and was able to launch forward a bit, falling to my knees. But Jason and Logan followed me to the floor, shifting to their knees. I bucked and jerked as much as I could and started kicking with all my might. The strength of two men aiming to take me down was egging me on to fight harder. They flipped me over onto my back. My boots got yanked off.

Taking advantage of the freedom, I used my bound hands as a club and slapped away at their heads. One of them grabbed hold of my arms, then pinned them to the floor with his calf. And their hands, ah, their hands, started slapping and traversing all over my flesh, nails digging in at times. I shrieked as my legs were jerked up and held back in diaper position, then forced apart.

“Stop it, lass. Right now. You’ve officially ticked me off,” Logan said. He dove, ohmygod, between my legs and ate me out with his tattooed, t-ball buddy right there to watch him do it. I then remembered that he did the same thing at the party, but it was entirely different,
knowing
while being eaten, that it was HIM dining on my bits and drinking the evidence of my passion. While loving on my clit, he drove fingers into my pussy, fast and hard. He bit each side of my vulva and made me scream against the fabric.

I bucked up against his assault. He came off me and slapped the tender lips he’d just roughened up. He got harder and harder, and I squealed and cried in excitement and pain against the shirt. With him otherwise occupied, I was able to break a foot free. I thrust it forward and connected with something, his shoulder maybe.

The next thing I knew, I was back on my knees again in the shape of a bean getting slapped on the ass.

“Stop fighting it, brat.” Logan cried. His hand warmed up my thighs and ass in a flurry of hard slaps.

“I can whip her into submission, Brother,” Jason said.

“Fine idea. Get the whip. I’ll hold her down.” Logan tugged my arms forward and pressed down on my shoulders, leaving most of my back and all of my ass exposed for Jason’s whip.

I screamed and cried and shook my head no. I was smashed into the carpet by Logan, and they made me wait in silence for the coming torture. Was Jason really gonna stripe me up to ugly?

I shivered when Jason dragged the cracker along my skin. He flared off me and fired a solid lash across my raised ass, and I started to sob at the dull bee sting burn he left behind. It didn’t hurt
that
much, he didn’t put much lightning into the throw, but I was so freaked out. I didn’t know how much he was going to whip me or how hard. And would Logan love every minute of it?

“You don’t want to be struck with a whip, slave?” Logan said.

Still blubbering, I shook my head side to side right before he let go of my shoulders and jerked me up by my hair, his hand gripped over the hood.

“How about a cock?” Logan had broken free of his jeans, and he whacked me across the jaw with his cock. I groaned and he did it again. He took off the hood, but Jason, behind me, quickly blindfolded my eyes with his flannel shirt and tied it behind my head. Logan jerked the fabric that was gagging my mouth over my chin and left it looped around my neck. He hit me with his cock again, grabbed my chin and ordered me to open up for him.

My face was still wet with tears and my throat scratchy as I eagerly took him into my wetness. I shivered when I felt Jason kneel behind me. He drew up heat on my breasts, especially when he pinched my nipples and turned them into the gumdrops Logan loves. He nibbled on my neck as he got into a rhythm of rubbing the pebbles between his thumbs and forefingers then massaging the rest of my boobs hard.

The movement of Logan’s cock had slicked up my tongue with saliva, and he slid into my throat, his hand vicing on the back of my neck and thumbs lining my jaw. When he pulled back to let me breathe, I sucked and rolled around it as Jason drifted his massage downward. God this was amazing. After pounding me into a string of gags, Logan let me control the oral for a while. I rocked swiftly, back and forth, taking him all in, and swirled my tongue around, while Jason’s slid fingers in and out of me at the same tempo. Drenching his hand, I was so terrified he’d make me come. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to this time.

“Get up!” Jason grabbed my hair, pulling me off Logan, and jerked me back up to my feet as he stood. Jason snatched the ball out of my hand. “
‘Red
’ now.” Backed up against his torso, I shook, not knowing what was going on. “I want those legs open, slut.” It had not been a t-shirt under his flannel, but a tank top, and his naked arms wrapped around me. I rested my head against his hard chest and sighed. He hoisted me up off the floor, with my legs stuck out in an upside down V. I was stuck here dangling in his arms for a couple minutes as I heard Logan tinkering with something, but I have no clue what. It was mostly squeaks.

He approached, and I screeched when a hard, flat thing like a spatula smacked my pussy. He did it several more times, taking my breath away with each swat. He chucked it, I heard it stutter on the couch, and his fingers toyed up inside me like Jason’s just had. He ran his thumb along my clit and in between my folds as Jason held me above the floor. “Definitely a slut. Look how juicy you got from his dive in here. I took you for
my
pleasure, not his. He already had his way with
his
slave. Now you’re going to know who you
really
belong to. Me. You’re
mine
. That pussy is mine. And I’m going to take it. Right now.”

Take it? What? Is he serious? With Jason here?

With me still frozen in an in-air jumping jack, Jason walked us backwards and then to the right and forward a bit. He swiped my legs together and set me on my feet and pulled his chest away from me. He shifted. I heard the whiff of fabric moving and felt the wind of him yanking his tank top up and off. He released my wrists from the rope. From the placement in the room, I think he laid down on the padded X. He tugged me up on top of him, face down, his hands holding mine, and pressed my chest to his now bare one. He let go of my hands and pulled my legs apart to spread them over his.

Jason’s firm arms threaded over my back and his mouth soon found mine.

I wasn’t so sure about kissing him, but I didn’t hear any protest from Logan and kissed him back. When he breached my lips and teeth, I swirled around his minty tongue and sucked it.

Jason’s hands roamed all over my back and culminated in a kneading massage on my ass. He rubbed and spread my cheeks apart and slid his index finger along my crack. I wiggled down to plant kisses on his chest and ground into his rigidity because it just felt so damn good beneath me.

He smacked my ass and pulled me back to his mouth.

I ripped my lips off Jason’s when Logan’s hands clutched around my hips.

“That pussy is mine,” Logan insisted.

“Yes, Sir.”

He hiked my pelvis upwards, took one hand off me to stroke along my wet slit with his cock and line up with my entrance. I gasped. What? He was actually, really, honestly going to
fuck
me? With Jason right under me? Uh, did I die and go to heaven?

Jason tugged his flannel shirt off my eyes, seized my ponytails and ordered my mouth back to his with a cram.

I moaned, again and again, against his lips as Logan forged his way into my tight, wet walls and bit into my hoisted hips with his fingers. He slid in and out, slowly and deliciously, to stretch me out to accommodate him. Once he was in all the way, easily, Logan lowered my pelvis so I was entirely on top of the Norse god again, then gripped my ass cheeks instead, his thumbs curving under. He picked up tempo, which made me groan.

I broke off him and moans swirled out.

“God, those slut noises are so sexy,” Jason said.

With Jason reclaiming my mouth, I strained to reach his cock, which was a few inches below my clit. He knew what I wanted, reached down between us, undid a couple buttons and shifted his erection to stick out of his jeans. Ah, now I could get both. With each fuck-thrust, my nipples rubbed against his pecs and my wet clit rolled against the upper part of his shaft and head. His yummy hardness was there for the pleasuring, right under my button of love. He didn’t stop my slutfest this time, when I actively mashed against him like a dirty, dirty slut. I wanted the good Dom to get a little cock worship, dammit. Everything was turning me on so much, and my breaths were a frantic hot mess, filled with moans and grunts, most of which landed in Jason’s mouth.

Logan nailed my hole so ferociously that I chomped Jason’s tongue accidentally. It didn’t deter him though. It only fueled more passion into our kiss. He stripped off my hairbands and his hands laced haphazardly through my hair and tore at my neck and shoulders. I couldn’t believe Logan was letting me kiss him like this and rub against his cock, especially with him fucking me senseless from behind. The pleasure from Jason’s predatory dips between my teeth combined with the pangs of Logan blasting into my cervix became almost unbearable.

As Logan gave it to me hot and steady with all his strength, Jason and I kissed like there was no tomorrow, like this was the last kiss to be shared by mankind, even though I was a jumble of moans. As we continued to kiss, Jason gave back to me with a hard, slow roll of his hips and started nibbling on my lips.

All the grabbing, rubbing, fucking, and kissing had me drenched. I fell over the edge in a spiraling nosedive. I tore off his lips and tucked my face into the side of his sweet-smelling neck as sparkling waves and contractions thrashed by body.

“Ohmygod.” Totally satiated and zapped, I fell lax against his clenched muscles and whimpered and pulsed out moans and quick breaths in his ear. “Ohmygod, ohmygod.” My pussy fluttered and fluttered and an ache broke free with the fierce blast of electricity.

Jason jizzed beneath me with a gnash of his teeth, soaking both our stomachs. He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair.

About ten seconds later, Logan came too and spilled into a condom. He shoved into me with a hard slam each time his cock pulsed out semen. He moaned, bent over me and left a trail of sweet kisses down my spine. He jerked me off of Jason and said, “I didn’t say you could come, bad girl.” My legs felt rubbery and unstable. Sensing that, he wrapped an arm around my waist. When I gained equilibrium, he shoved me flat to the floor. Several hard smacks landed on my butt cheeks until I began to burn. He yanked me up with a spin, seized my chin and kissed me but stopped and pulled back as soon as he broke through my parted lips. He was probably turned off by the minty taste of Jason on my tongue, which I did not have on the stairs. He rolled off the condom and tied it. “And we’re out.”

Jason stayed on the big X, his hands clasped together across his sculpted pecs.

“Did you like that scene, babydoll?” Sir asked, stripping off his condom.

“Ohmygod, yes. It was so damn hot.”

“Good. I’ve been wanting to give you a ménage experience since you told me how hot you got about Shayna’s rubdown at the party, and the opportunity here was too good to waste. And we will keep striving to get better and better at this. I’ll help you.”

“Okay. I’m so glad because I hate letting you down.”

“Don’t worry. You will learn how to be good and obedient in all ways, in every way I demand or desire.”

I rubbed my chilly arms. Logan noticed, stripped off his shirt and put it on me. “Perfect. That’s all I’ve wanted since you first ordered me over your lap, to be your ultimate pleasure.” Once my arms were in, I sniffed it and fell in love with his sea god scent all over again. “I have a change of clothes for myself in my car, but this’ll be good for now. And I have panties somewhere in here.”

“Oh, you think so?” Jason slid them out of his pocket and twirled them around his index finger with a smirk. “Indian giver. Need anything else?”

I shook my head.

Jason waved his hand down his front. “I gotta go, uh, clean up. But are you two up for Round 3?”

Oh, god, yes! Let’s go again. Please say yes! I looked at Logan with a plea in my eyes.

He shrugged and nodded. “Sure, why not.”

I clapped in glee. “Oh goodie. Thank you, thank you!”

“Great,” Jason said, sliding the whip around his neck. “I’ll go corral some other people.”

Other people?! Ah, what the hell.

When Jason stepped out of his dungeon of delight, I sipped my soda and drew close to Logan. I set the can down on the end table, slid my hand under his shirts and rubbed his nipple with my chilled fingertips, which had him sucking in a stream of air through his teeth. “Thanks for playing with me, Sir. I love you so much and I want to be yours more than anything in the world. Please help me to trust in you again. I’m terrified, and I don’t want to be afraid to give in. If you have doubts or fears or whatever, just talk to me about it. Please. Don’t ever leave me like that again.”

“I won’t drop you again, babydoll, or run. I won’t be an ass. I’m totally committed to our
THIS
. I love you too.” He slid his hand around the nape of my neck and kissed my forehead and then my lips.

“I know, and I’m so happy you’re speaking to me again, and playing with me.”

“Me too. I’m so sorry I hurt you. When you flipped out like that, it totally freaked me out. I don’t want to break you, Addison, ever, ever, and that showed me how easy it is to do.”

I wrapped my arms around him and dragged my nails down his back. “I know. I forgive you. Just don’t ever be a dick-head again.”

“I won’t. I can’t imagine my life without you. A few days was hell enough.”

“For me too. Um, Jason showed me this text you sent him about one of my notes, the one where your hands should be at my throat.”