Seduced By My Doms BN (25 page)

Breaching the rim, he glided his finger in and out of my
ass. The sensitive nerve endings arced with electricity and exploded outward.

“Yes, Sir. I have,” I moaned, writhing between them.

Proving they were more than skilled in the art of
slaughtering with pleasure, James and Ian soared me up fast and hard. Ripples
of demand pulsed, seared my mind, and detonated beneath my skin. Need notched
higher as they effortlessly enticed me to the cusp of release.

Panic pierced the cacophony of rapture. “Help me,” I cried
out in desperation.

“Hold it back, Liz,” James warned in staunch command.
“Watching you struggle so sweetly is incredibly beautiful.”

“No,” I wailed pathetically. “I can’t. You have to stop.
Please. If you don’t stop, I—I’ll… oh god. Why are you making me suffer?”

“Because we like to feel you ache and throb for us. Hear
your kitten-like mewls. Feel you clutch and flutter around us,” James
whispered. “It feeds our Dominance, Liz.
You
feed us with your
precious, raw power.”

Ian speared his tongue deep inside me before grunting his
agreement. The fluttering vibration lit my core like fire. His nose grazed my
clit. They ebbed and flowed into me with such exacting precision, the white-hot
coil throbbing inside me unfurled. The blistering tongue of release licked
through my limbs and slammed up my spine. I lost my grip on the fringes of
sanity…couldn’t endure their blissful agony a second longer.

Tossing my head back, I screamed as the walls of my pussy
and ass tightened around their driving cadence. Vibrant lights exploded behind
my eyes. My cries reverberated in my ears and I shattered into a million
iridescent shards. Ecstasy crested and crashed and before I could even begin to
ride the waves back down, remorse for failing them fused with the
uncontrollable spasms quaking me from the inside out.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I breathlessly moaned.

Blessedly I hadn’t broken my paper cuffs. I quivered as Ian
continued mauling me with his mouth. James squeezed another finger through the
sensitized rim of my ass, stretching me even tighter. I realized that either my
apology fell on deaf ears, or James and Ian weren’t bothered that I’d spiraled
into my beautiful demise without consent.

“You didn’t wait for permission, sweetheart,” James taunted
in my ear.

No, they weren’t happy, but then neither was I for failing
them.

“You’ll have to be punished,” James taunted. “Forced orgasms
are your fate, now. And if you think breaking the tissue will make us to stop
now, think again. You break the cuffs, we’ll just add more.”

“Oh god,” I whimpered. “Forced what?”

James gripped a fist in my hair and tugged my head back
before swiping his tongue over my ear. “We’re going to make you come until
we
decide to let you stop.”

“I—I can’t. I mean, physically, I can’t.”

“Do you have a medical condition we don’t know about?”

“No, I mean… You made me come so many times the other night.
I can’t possibly come like that again. It’s too soon.”

Chuckling at my protest, Ian sent wicked vibrations to
sizzle over my already electrified nerve endings. His fingers strummed my core
in lurid demand, and I knew he aimed to prove me wrong.

“You leave that to us, gorgeous,” James answered with a hint
of amusement.

Releasing my mane, he slowly withdrew his fingers from my
ass. I heard the metal rasp of his zipper behind me. My pulse quickened and I
tossed a glance over my shoulder, watching as James toed off his shoes, then
tore out of his jeans. Skimming his boxer briefs down sturdy legs, his rigid
cock sprang free. I stared at the plum colored crest and watched a glistening
clear bead blossom on the tip. Licking my lips, anxious for a taste, I ground
my cunt uninhibitedly against Ian’s skillful hands and talented tongue. Turning
my attention to his bobbing head, I longed to sink my fingers into Ian’s dark
hair and press his face tight against my pussy.

Distracted by the sound of movement. I turned and saw James step
toward the antique dresser by the door. His muscles bunched and flexed with
each step. Opening the top drawer, he turned and swaggered back toward me, so
stunning and virile, with a tube of lube and a stack of condoms in his hand.
Lust etched his face and a ripple of awareness spiked. He’d prepared my ass,
and now James planned to claim it.

I was desperate to feel him stretch and fill my tiny
opening, but Ian’s relentless tongue and fingers had me praying I would last
until James seated his hard cock inside me. Lifting his head, Ian raked a gaze
up my body, then pausing briefly he captured my stare.

The fire and command reflecting in his feral stare was the
mirror image of James’. Blanketing me in their gratifying Dominance, the
authority they conveyed wasn’t a mask or role they played. No. The power they
wielded permeated the air with a palpable, electric charge. The intensity was
so unbelievable and enticing something wild came to life inside me. I wanted to
feast…gorge on their compelling energy until I couldn’t mentally or physically
ingest another drop.

Ian pulled from my pussy and swiftly ducked beneath the V of
the cross. With a mighty roar, he rose and gripped my hair in his powerful
fist.

“You’re like a goddamn drug. I want to fill my veins with
you. Ride the high you inject inside me for days.”

Slamming his mouth over mine, Ian plunged his slick tongue
past my lips. The tart essence of my own juices exploded over my taste buds.
Moaning, Ian’s kiss grew ruthless and savage. James shoved an icy slick finger
up my ass while Ian swallowed my scream as I melted against the glossy wooden
frame.

The sound of a condom wrapper being torn open sent my mind
soaring. And as James pressed his broad crest at the opening of my narrow
passage, Ian jerked back. Sucking a sharp intake of air, James pressed his
bulbous crest past my rim. Burning, the blissful, hot sting consumed me. Ian
stood before me, his gaze riveted on my face. Rocking back and forth, James
slowly inched in and out, stretching my tiny opening and hissing as he burrowed
in deeply.

“You’re fucking stunning, little one,” Ian murmured as he
peered over my shoulder. “That’s it, our sweet slut. Take all of him. Open and
relax. Let James slide that big, hard cock all the way up your tight little
ass.”

I shrieked as the pressure of James’ thick, heaving shaft
intensified. Stuttering arcs blazed beneath my flesh, like embers of fire blown
in the wind. I threw my head back and issued a feral growl as I rocked against
his singeing penetration.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “Please, Ian. I need…”

“What do you need, little one?” Ian whispered, gazing at me
in a combination of lust and awe.

“Touch my clit, please. I need…your tongue…fingers…anything.
Please.”

The corner of Ian’s mouth kicked up in a smirk. He hurriedly
shucked off his clothes, and I swallowed tightly as he stood before me,
gloriously naked. Gazing at his mouth-watering erection: hard, thick, and
proud, I swallowed an inward sigh of satisfaction.

I was the one responsible for his and James’ bone-chilling arousals.
A sense of empowerment filled me with overwhelming confidence. And while I
couldn’t begin to explain the reason why, being with them both—like this—held
an undeniable feeling of rightness.

“No.” Though Ian had only whispered the word, it weighed heavy
and uncompromising.

“But, I need… I need to come,” I cried. “The burn, it’s too
much…please… I can’t—”

“You’ll come when we want you to, little one. On our terms.”
Ian fisted his cock.

Lust had lightened his dark eyes to an erotic shade of
caramel.

“Son of a bitch. You’re so fucking tight, so silky soft,”
James growled.

Still threading his massive cock in and out of me, he worked
to seat himself balls deep. When he finally succeeded, James sank his teeth
into the tender flesh of my neck.

Ian reached up and plucked my nipples, deliberately avoiding
my clit, where I needed him most. Inundated with pressure, pleasure, and pain,
I screamed as I tried to crawl away from the incessant burn. The bindings at my
wrist slightly gave way and I flashed a worried glance to the top of the cross,
where a thin portion of the paper dangled from the frame.

“No,” I cried, pressing my wrists flat against the wood.

“What’s wrong, little one? I thought you wanted to come for
us,” Ian taunted as he bent and plucked a condom off the floor by my feet.

“Yes, I do, but… I want to make you both proud. I don’t want
to fail you again.”

“Fuck me,” Ian mumbled, staring at me through narrowed eyes.
“Then don’t, sub.”

Biting the foil wrapper, he quickly fisted the latex over
his cock. Reaching up, he swiped the tissue, tearing it away, then grabbed my
hands. Placing a soft kiss on each palm, he smiled.

“It’s time to take this gorgeous creature to bed, James.”

Behind me, James grunted as he gripped my hips and slowly
eased his cock from my ass. Whimpering at the loss of the fiery burn, James
curled his arm around my waist. With a lurid grin, he led me to the bed where
Ian lay on his back with his arms open wide.

James positioned me above Ian’s decadent body, aligning my
pussy to hover above his jutting cock. Aching to ease down on his inviting
heat, I waited for permission. If not, they might decide to stop and let the
void of frustration chew me apart.

“Slide that sweet pussy down on my cock, little one. It’s
time to take you to paradise,” Ian rumbled.

Gripping my hips, he eased me onto his glorious, thick
erection. The breath caught in my throat as my passage clutched around him,
working to accommodate his girth. James placed a flat palm between my shoulders
and pushed my chest against Ian’s. With my butt poised in the air, I felt
another cold rush of lube against my throbbing opening. James squeezed his
hands around my waist, then plunged every long, hard inch of his cock deep
inside me.

My scream echoed off the walls as both Ian and James held me
still beneath their embedded shafts. The muscles of my cunt and ass shrieked,
stretching with a blistering fire. My head swam as I tried to move and assuage
the scorching sea, but Ian and James continued to hold me immobile.

Never before had I been so thoroughly stuffed, stretched,
and filled. It felt like an eternity before James finally dragged his cock back
through my singeing flesh. Lifting me slightly, Ian eased me up his cock, only
to pull me down and impale me again. Raising me off him once more, Ian waited
as James rocked deep inside my ass. Slowly they began seesawing into me,
plowing in and out in an exacting rhythm.

Time, space, and the universe fell away. Nothing else
mattered but the two of them. Not my morals, fears, or insecurities…only Ian
and James. They were all I wanted. All I needed; them and basking in the
sublime pleasure they granted.

Claimed and owned—the full understanding of their Dominance
fused my heart, mind, and every cell in my body. My nerve endings felt raw,
exposed. Suffused in their command, their benevolence, and their love, nothing
in my life had ever felt so right.

As I gazed at Ian’s stark erotic face, determination and
ecstasy shifted over his features. The raw pleasure he gave and seized seemed
blindingly magical and surreal.

“I could watch you like this forever,” Ian cooed. “Your blue
eyes, so smoky with lust. Your lips swollen from my kisses, and your cunt… your
cunt feels like pure heaven. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

Their grunts, groans, and murmured praises mingled with my
whimpers and cries. I devoured the pleasure they pumped through me as fast as
they contrived it. But all too soon, I drove my nails into Ian’s shoulder as I
clung to edge of release. A prisoner to their permission, I was forced to
dangle precariously over the sweet abyss.

James snagged a fist in my mane and tugged my head back as
he slammed in and out of me. I whimpered and begged as I slid closer to the
sparkling light.

“Come,” James growled. “Come and let us claim you as ours,
sweet slut.”

With a forceful yank of my hair, a heavier jolt of pleasure
rocked me.

“Scream for us, gorgeous,” Ian roared. “We’re following you
over.”

His jaw clenched. His hips thrust like pistons as he
savagely dragged his cock over the sizzling knot of nerves inside me. Raising
his head, Ian latched onto a nipple and bit down, hard. A kaleidoscope of
colors exploded behind my eyes. My body tensed and bowed between them while I
exploded into the shimmering, inviting fury.

Screaming their names, powerful spasms seized my sex. I
sucked and milked their cocks in unison. As they spilled into the thin latex
barriers, their deep, guttural cries of release melded with mine. James’ body
sagged over my back as Ian groaned and laved his tongue over my aching nipple.
Random aftershocks rippled through us, causing my cunt to clutch and their
cocks to twitch and setting off moans of drawn-out pleasure.

Reaching up, Ian clapped his arm around both James and me
before shifting to his side. With a slight shove, we toppled over alongside Ian
and landed in a pile of tangled limbs. We gasped fighting to fill air into our
lungs. I was spent and exhausted, but I’d never felt more alive.

James dropped his face against the curve of my neck,
peppering me with soft, sweet kisses. “Are you ready for more, gorgeous?” he
asked.

“Not yet. I can’t,” I groaned. I felt James’ lips curl in a
smile against my flesh. “You two are going to kill me.”

Ian laughed. “No. We won’t kill you, but you won’t be
walking without wobbling for days. Besides, your punishment has just started.”

“Oh, god,” I whimpered. “I need a minute, Sirs.”

“Usually you aren’t allowed to rest between forced orgasms,
but we’ll grant you a bit of mercy, since you’ve done so well thus far,” James
promised as he eased from my ass.

I sucked in a gasp as the sensitized tissues sparked and
sputtered. My gathered opening continued to throb after James withdrew from
inside me.

Rising from the bed, I glanced over my shoulder and watched
James walk to the bathroom. Ian cupped my chin and drew my attention back to
him.

“You’re quite an impressive sub, Liz,” Ian praised as he
slowly slid from my pussy.

Like a wildflower, pride blossomed inside me. I’d pleased
him, made him happy. Contentment and serenity swirled, filling me with a
gratifying sense of peace.

“I think it’s because you two are amazing
Doms
and lovers. I’ve never had an orgasm so intense or
incredible. It’s probably not the right thing to say, but thank you.”

It had only been hour ago that Ian’s fierce Dominance had
intimidated me. Yet there I laid, naked and wrapped in his strong arms,
breathing in the heavy scent of sex clinging in the air with the Dom who had
shaken me to the core. I wasn’t the least bit terrified of Ian anymore. I knew
that meant something profound.

Before I could dissect the reasons further, Ian cupped my
nape. “You don’t have to thank us, little one. The pleasure was all ours.”

Drawing me in for a passionate kiss, I slid my fingers into Ian’s
soft, cropped hair. Opening my mouth, I greedily sucked his tongue while James
climbed back onto the bed. Gently swiping a warm washcloth over my still
throbbing pussy and ass, James whispered praises in my ear while Ian consumed
me with his sweltering kiss.

James jostled on the bed before I heard the sound of
scraping wood from the nightstand by my head. Suddenly, something cold and hard
was pressed against my clit. I tried to jerk from Ian’s lips, but he simply
gripped the back of my neck and held me to his mouth.

Suddenly, the device between my legs came to life, vibrating
against my clit. I screamed in Ian’s mouth, nearly levitating off the bed as my
cunt quivered at the buzzing assault. Splaying a strong hand across my stomach,
James held me down, forcing me to choose: fight their demands or succumb to
their desires. For a split second my mind balked, but my body had plans of its
own. Melting against the mattress, I rocked my hips, welcoming the pleasure.
Though I couldn’t pinpoint the reason—because my clit screamed to life—a
feeling of freedom settled through me as I gave myself over to them, to do as
they pleased.

“That’s it. Ride it hard for us, little one,” Ian coaxed.

Leaning up over my chest, he swiped his tongue over my
breasts before gently sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. Waiting for the
sharp bite of his teeth, Ian simply worshiped my breast, soft and lovingly.
There was a side of himself Ian had chosen to show me. A tender, nurturing
side, like James.

Lifting my heavy eyelids, I watched a decadent smile spread
over James’ lips before he reached down and eased his fingers inside my humming
core. Gliding along my G-spot, he tilted the vibe against my clit.

“I can’t wait to slide my cock inside your sweet, hot cunt
again,” James taunted in that hypnotic voice that turned me inside out. “Look
at you. All flushed and glassy eyed. You’re going to come again for us, aren’t
you, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasped feeling the familiar numbness spreading
through my limbs.

Ian lifted his head. “Come for us, little one,” he
whispered.

Both of them held me with riveting stares, and Ian’s blessed
permission sent me crashing through the tempest that built inside me. Reaching
out, I gripped their arms as surge after blistering surge tore through me.
James turned off the vibe as I panted, quivered, and jerked, slowly riding back
down the spiral of pleasure. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy before
licking them clean. A flicker of delight danced in his eyes as he held the
inert vibe to my clit.

Ian rolled away from me. I didn’t have the energy to watch
him. Instead, I closed my eyes and sank into the sweet haze clouding my brain.

“That’s it, pretty sub, rest for a little bit,” James
encouraged as he massaged his strong hands up and down my naked body. Slow and
soothing.

Half aware of the mattress dipping along both sides of me, I
purred as they snuggled in close before sinking deeper into the inviting
darkness of sleep.

A wide palm cupped the back of my neck and lifted my head
from the pillow. Slitting open my heavy eyelids, I glimpsed the round opening
of a plastic bottle just as the cold rim touched my lips.

“Drink up, little one. We don’t want you getting
dehydrated,” Ian encouraged me as he tipped the bottle and filled my mouth with
water. “We have lots more planned for you.”

His statement captured my attention. Fully awake, I opened
my eyes wide. Where on earth did they muster such stamina? James chuckled at my
alarm then circled my areola with his fingertip. My whole body shivered.

“Seriously, I don’t have the energy for more orgasms.”

James narrowed his eyes as a skeptical look lined his face.
“You’ve not had a decent lover yet, have you?”

Trying not to feel offended, I suddenly worried that my lack
of sexual experience had disappointed them. Biting my lip, I didn’t answer
James’ question. Discouraged that I lacked both skill in sex and submission, I
wondered that since my fantasies had been fulfilled my time with them was now
over.
 

No. I’d agreed to help James, or so the pragmatic part of me
wanted to believe. They’d promised to show me a side of myself I hadn’t tapped
into. Remembering the woman bound in rope, I wasn’t ready to give up. I just
hoped they weren’t either.

“You’re thinking awfully hard there, Liz. Obviously there’s
something we need to talk about.” James stated.

“No, Sir.” I shook my head. “I was just thinking that you’re
right. I’ve never had anyone take me the way you two have.”

“Good, then let’s continue.”

“What?” I asked in disbelief. “You mean you expect me to
come again?”

“Expect it? No. We fully intend to command more orgasms from
you.” Ian smirked, taking great joy in pulling my chain. “Count yourself lucky,
little one. Like James said earlier, usually
Doms
don’t grant any breaks in between.”

“See how easy we are to get along with?” James chucked
before brushing his soft lips against mine.

Wrapping my arms around his wide shoulders, I absorbed his
heat, scent, and taste. James swallowed my purr of delight as he swept his
tongue inside my mouth. Brazenly suckling his probing tongue, want and need
flared once more. Dumbfounded, I didn’t know how these two men stoked such an
insatiable fire inside me, and at the moment, I didn’t really care.

Ian dragged my hand to his engorged shaft. With a moan, I
coated my palm in the silky slickness leaking from his crest. Then I inched my
fist down his rigid length. Surrounding his warm, throbbing cock, I pumped up
and down as Ian issued a long, low hiss.

Heady with the palpable power that ebbed and flowed inside
my hand, Ian reached down and strummed his fingertips over my mound. He didn’t
dip low enough to caress my clit—where I needed it most—merely toyed and teased
guiding me along the razor’s edge.

As our mouths mated, James thumbed and plucked at my nipples
while the growing ache inside me mounted. They were driving me insane, but
turnabout was fair play. Loosening my fist, I feathered my fingers up and down
Ian’s cock with barely a whisper of contact.

He snarled, then squeezed his hand around mine, applying friction
to his hardness once more.

“We’re going to have to keep you under a firm thumb, aren’t
we, little one?” His words were playful, but his message was clear.

James swallowed my mischievous giggle before lifting from my
lips. Staring down at me, his expression hardened. Keenly aware of his
disapproval, I realized I’d crossed a line—a big one.

“Submission isn’t about pushing our buttons, gorgeous. It’s
about surrender,” James explained. His tone carried his soft, tender message,
but it didn’t match the thundercloud of reprimand painting his face.

“I didn’t mean to…”

James quirked a brow in warning as the lie rolling off my
tongue died.

Yes you did.

“On your hand and knees,” he instructed, harshly.

Glancing down at the vibe still resting between my legs,
James moved it before I positioned myself as he’d instructed. Unsure of how
they were going to drive more orgasms from me, I watched Ian peel off his
soiled condom and toss it in the trash. James moved in behind me while Ian
knelt on the mattress in front of my face. I gazed at his rigid cock as he
reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Without warning, James
landed a hard slap across my ass.

“Ouch,” I cried, jerking in surprise.

Several more stinging blows followed. I closed my eyes, welcoming
the burn, more wicked and vibrant than the night before. Rolling my hips,
silently begging for more, I exhaled a contented sigh as heat radiated down my
legs and up my spine. Dragging his nails over my fiery orbs, James leaned
against my left shoulder.