Acres, Natalie - Sex Drive [Country Roads 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (16 page)

“Yes, Master Luke,” she said. “With your permission.”

He stroked her hip. “That’s my good girl,” he whispered, lapping at her ear.

Lucy glanced at the clock. Red digits announced the time as half past midnight. The evening promised a lot of excitement, tremendous pleasure, and with any luck, a minor amount of pain.

Truth told, Lucy was a pleasure-pain junkie. She found the most erotic sensations were often enjoyed after a sensual spanking, and she preferred paddles to crops. Tonight, she’d have both. Luke and Rex knew what she enjoyed, and they never made her want for much.

Rex joined them then. He stood in front of her with his cock parallel to her lips. His hard length tempted her, but the slit was what she focused on most. Evidence of his excitement bubbled at the top, and she longed to taste him.

Stretching her neck, she moistened her lips. “Just one lick?”

“No, sub.”

“Please, Master?” she asked, her mouth watering as he moved his cock not even an inch away.

She inhaled his masculine scent, the spicy, rich woodlands aftershave and the strategically placed cologne. Rex always smelled so damn good.

Tilting her chin upward, she stretched forward. With her hands locked behind her back, she wasn’t accomplishing what she set out to do and finally collapsed against the bed, her cheek to the comforter.

“That’s my pretty sub,” Rex taunted her, stroking her hair. “You know when it’s time to give up the fight, don’t you, lover?”

That was a challenge.

Her head popped up, and she fought against the binds to wiggle her way to the edge of the bed. Luke held her feet as soon as she began crawling, clasping her ankles together and applying pressure to her handcuffs.

Oh Lord, how she loved the games they played. She studied Rex then. She wondered. Was this all a game to Rex? Had something changed in him while she was away?

“If you don’t behave, Lucy,” Luke said, “I’ll stick a dildo in your pussy when I put the ginger in your ass.”

“You’re putting what in my ass?” she screeched, her butt cheeks clenching. “Like hell!”

“We’ll see,” Luke sang.

“But ginger has a burning component!”

“Really?” Luke’s sarcasm was thick. “I didn’t know.”

“Sub,” Rex said, his voice steady. “You won’t deny us. Ginger has been around since the Victorian era. We’ve used it before, and believe me, you’ll enjoy yourself. Have we ever done anything to harm you?”

“No,” she whined, shaking her head. “But I won’t like it. I know I won’t.”

“Do you want to use your safe word then?” Rex asked, sounding disappointed.

Lucy thought about that for a second. She couldn’t recall her safe word. Had they ever established one in the past? She hadn’t had a safe word with Fred. He’d forbidden it which should’ve been her first clue.

He was a whack job.

“It’s creampuff,” Luke told her, apparently aware of the fact she’d forgotten.

“Creampuff?” she asked, trying to twist around so she could see him. “After the Shetland pony?”

“My idea,” Luke said, swatting her ass a few times. “And what are you laughing about? A few years ago, you loved the idea.”

She moaned as the crop struck her rear. “Make it burn, Luke,” she begged. “Oh yes! Make it sting!”

Luke rubbed her globes. “You like whippings, don’t ya, doll?”

“Yes, Master Luke. I love when you paddle my ass.” She didn’t tell them why she craved the spankings, but she assumed they knew. When she was spanked, there was something inside her, deep within her core that trembled. It was as if her walls were heavily sensitized, which made her orgasms stronger when she came, yet climaxing often took longer to achieve.

Rex touched her chin with his fingers and lifted her head toward him. Kneeling in front of her, he said, “What kind of punishment should we give you tonight, Lucy?”

“I don’t know, Master Rex,” she replied. “I’ve been a very bad girl.”

“I know you have, sub,” he growled. “And you’ll pay for your mistakes. For every action there’s a reaction.” He looked down at his hard cock and snarled. “Shit, I’m already hard enough to bend you over and fuck until morning.”

“Ha!” Luke exclaimed. “Somebody thinks he has a lot of stamina.”

“He does,” Lucy whispered, smacking her lips, eyeing his swollen penis. “One, small taste.”

Rex stood, fisted his cock, and placed the tip to her lips. “Here, subbie. Lick the slit.”

She wet her lips with his pre-cum and ran her tongue over the opening, flattening the fleshy center over the small slit and applying pressure. He growled. “Suck, vixen.”

Drawing him into her mouth, she devoured the length of his cock, twirling her tongue around his size and pulling him to the back of her throat. She hummed against his dick as he went deeper, pounded harder.

Her gag reflexes were about to get the best of her when he stopped her. Grabbing her by the hair of the head, he stared into her eyes and said, “I want to know if we have any reason to worry about others like
Graves
. Is there anyone else in your past with something on you, material or pictures that could damage your company or your personal reputation?”

“No!” she screeched. “Of course not.”

“Lucy, you have to be sure,” he said evenly. “Luke and I only want to protect you.”

“I know,” she said, adding quickly, “Masters, I’ll never keep anything from either of you again.”

“But you kept secrets from us.”

“Yes, Master Rex,” she agreed, her nipples becoming hard, the erect points pressing into the cotton coverlet under her. “But that’s behind us.”

“You still have to be punished,” Rex told her, glancing at Luke.

She was counting on that. In fact, she’d been unable to think of anything else. After she told Luke about Fred, explaining what he’d made her do in front of the cameras, she’d fully expected a chain reaction. Luke went to Rex. He assured him they would handle Fred and any other men like him. Then, they likely began early discussions of the best ways to discipline her.

She hoped for stiff penalties, an erotic sentence guaranteed to last all night. They wouldn’t disappoint.

Luke took his palm to her bare ass. He spanked her, giving her several quick swats until she cried. “Stop! Please!”

She’d play this to the hilt.

“Does it hurt?” Rex asked, squatting in front of her again, playing with his cock.

“Oh yes, it burns.”

Luke rubbed her cheeks, spreading her ass as he worked his fingers into her skin. “Her pussy is on fire, not her bottom. I didn’t spank her that hard.”

She smiled.

Rex smirked. “You’re a little drama queen. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“That will cost you,” Rex promised her, moving his cock up and down, slow and easy.

Lucy licked her lips. They were damp before she realized what she was doing. Good Lord, he made her thirsty. She’d give anything to sip at his dick, lick the end until his sweet cum tantalized her taste buds.

Luke leaned over her back. “Does your cunt throb, honey?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you wet?”

“Yes, Master.”

He nibbled at her lobe and cupped her cheek. Dropping a peck on her lips, he whispered against her chin, “Years ago, Victorian gentleman stimulated their partners by inserting ginger root into the anus. The pleasure-pain component stimulated orgasms said to be enhanced by the burning sensation the ginger provoked.”

While he talked to her, he slid his hand across her bare shoulders. His fingers walked down her back, tickling her. She quivered as her body responded, her arousal building, becoming fervent, too hot to contain.

“Let’s make you comfortable,” Luke said, tracing the lines in her palms as he gently helped her to a seated position.

Rex rose to his feet. Together, they hoisted her from the bed.

“Look how hard her nipples are,” Rex said, pinching the left one.

She yelped, and Luke smacked her bottom. “No outbursts. Hold your tongue.”

“Yes, Master.”

Luke winked. “That’s my girl.”

Rex pulled a spray bottle from the carry-all container she just noticed on the floor. “Bend over,” he instructed her, moving her body in a way where she could easily obey his command. He held her by the shoulders, which positioned the top of her head right at his cock.

Oh hell, how was she expected to survive this? She didn’t want to look down. She wanted to stare up, view the only men she’d ever really loved.

Luke stood behind her. Rex handed off the bottle, and she felt the nozzle at her rectum, the hard plastic cap right at her ass. A swishing sound filled the room as cool water brushed inside her hole. She opened her mouth, but nothing left her, not a sigh, not a complaint, nothing.

“Good girl,” Rex said, patting her head.

That was probably one of her favorite rewards. She’d told him a long time ago, she’d always enjoyed it when he caressed her head, played with her hair.

“Relax, Lucy,” Luke crooned. “This is all for you.”

“She knows,” Rex whispered.

She heard a quick release of squirting water again. “There we go,” Luke rasped, his satisfaction apparent. “We’re all set.”

Luke ran his fingers up and down her crack and groaned. “Good hell. Your pleasure will be extraordinary. You’re always so tight here, doll.”

Luke’s fingers found her hole, and she shivered when he played with her ass. He gently inserted his thumb right inside the outer ring, forcing her to accept the intrusion and prepare for a deeper invasion.

“She’s so receptive,” he said, reporting to Rex. “She’ll respond well to the ginger.”

“I hope so,” she hummed, looking down the length of her body and wishing she had nipple clamps.

“Relax, doll. You’ll feel some pressure. The erotic benefits, the cool burning sensation, won’t happen all at once. It’s gradual.” His knuckles bumped against her bottom, and she cried out as he placed the ginger between her cheeks, wiggling the fingers down to the root.

“It’s cold!” she exclaimed. Oh hell, this was exquisite. Her nipples spiked. Her pussy heated. And her anus seized the first ginger sliver, apparently cut for perfect insertion.

“There, honey. Let me go wash my hands. Rex will spank you until I get back.”

“But…”

“No buts,” Rex interrupted, sitting on the bed. “Concentrate on the sensations, the way the ginger feels lodged inside your bottom.” Dragging her body over his lap, he pinched her cheeks, forcing her to clamp down on the bulb. “How’s that feel?”

“Nice,” she replied, gulping. “I don’t really feel anything yet. It’s more like having a butt plug in my ass.” As Rex and Luke both understood, Lucy was a kinky somebody. She liked having a cold stone between her cheeks, so they must’ve realized how excited she was, and anticipated how much she’d enjoy playing with ginger.

“You’ll notice some moderate changes. The slow-rising, searing sensation will take a few minutes. Once you feel the warmth, your body will be receptive and soon you’ll long for cock, something more than a simple ginger bulb up your ass.”

A few minutes passed, and Rex stopped holding her cheeks together. She held her breath and anticipated what came next.

“Would you like to be spanked with a paddle?” Rex asked.

“Oh yes, Master,” she replied, pressing her legs together. Her bottom was hypersensitive. A sweltering heat brushed over her hole.

“What was that?” she asked.

“The flogger,” Rex replied, gently swatting her opening again, tickling the tight space surrounding the ginger rooted inside her.

Luke handed off a recognizable object when he returned. The small wooden shape resembled a ping-pong paddle.

Rex pressed the round head to her hip, slid the flat paddle to her right cheek, and then spanked her until she cried out. “More, Master! More!”

He spanked her again, this time whipping her left side. His heavy cock pressed against her moist flesh. He was as aroused as she was.

The stinging began. The perception of hot flames igniting around her hole exploded inside her. The burning vibes were remarkable, better than anything she’d ever experienced.

Rex smacked her ass once more. Wherever the lick landed, an exquisite tingle followed, burning from the point of contact straight to her ass and pussy.

Tossing the instrument of punishment, and great pleasure, to the wayside, Rex flipped her over and flattened his hand against her mound. Then he smacked her pussy repeatedly. “Hand me a piece of ginger for her clit.”

“No!” she exclaimed, thinking now might be an appropriate time to use her safe word. The pleasure was too much to handle, quite sensational. Arousal such as this was considered scandalous, risqué. Ginger on her clit would inevitably leave her wounded, bracing for an orgasm she wouldn’t be permitted to take.

“You don’t understand,” she choked out. “I can’t survive this. It’s too hot! I’m so close. Let me come first. Then, you can do anything you want. Just let me come!”

“Not yet,” Rex said, obviously satisfied with the way her lust, her extreme longing, progressed.