Masters of the Shadowlands 8 - If only (22 page)

“We don’t have near neighbors, Sally,” Galen said. “Not even Tarzan could get through the jungle on either side of this place.” He moved his chair close enough to run his warm hands over her outer thighs.

Vance shifted her so she faced away with her back against his broad chest, then pushed her bottom forward, almost off his lap. The determined way he cupped her breasts, in both a restraining yet erotic move, made her toes curl.

“Open up, pet.” Galen lifted her left leg up and over Vance’s thigh, letting her foot dangle outside it. He did the same with her right leg, ensuring she was spread widely apart. Giving himself unimpeded access to her most intimate places.

The sultry air caressed her pussy, and oh boy, she was already growing damp. Preparing for them.

She set her palms on Vance’s hard thighs, wanting to push up. To close her legs somehow…or to stay put and see what happened.

He gripped her wrists and lifted her arms up so her fingers curved over his nape. “Keep them there, sweetheart. I don’t like obstacles in my path.”

Under her palms, even his neck was muscular, and his almost shoulder-length hair brushed teasingly over the backs of her hands.

Nerves zinged as Galen slid his palms up her inner thighs. Her clit ached as if it hoped he’d keep moving all the way up.

Rather than touching her there, Galen cupped her buttocks with both hands. And squeezed.

Pain blasted across her tender spanked and caned skin. “Christ in a cave!”

Vance’s low chuckle made her realize she was yanking on his hair.
God.

As the shocking pain subsided to a thick, sweet burning, she felt as if she was dissolving into Vance’s immobilizing hold.

“I like the way you respond.” Galen’s perceptive gaze was focused on her face as he rubbed her sore bottom, keeping the sensation alive, feeding her nerves like wine, making her drunk with arousal.

When Galen slid his fingers through her increasingly wet folds, Vance adjusted his hands to play with her breasts. Two sets of hands forged a four-lane highway of arousal between her breasts and her pussy.

Watching her closely, Galen slipped one finger inside her. Two. The knobby sensation of his knuckles made her whimper as he pushed in deep.

Vance rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending lightning sizzling right to her clit.

“That made her clench,” Galen commented.

“Well then.” Vance pinched harder, tugging her nipples into long, tight peaks. Her breasts swelled under his attentions, growing more and more sensitive as he played her body like a person would make a squeaky toy perform for a baby. Like he knew exactly how to make her writhe.

Galen’s grin showed his appreciation. And the feeling of his fingers deep inside her and Vance’s determined exploration above was so erotic that she moaned.

Galen pushed another finger in, stretching her pussy—making her hips try to rise. The intensity of his gaze and the slow turn of his fingers as he stroked different areas inside her pulled her from the slow river of desire into a stronger, faster current. His lips curved. “I might have to try fisting with you, pet.”

She shook her head and shivered. Let him put his whole hand inside her? God, no.

Vance wrapped his arms around her, holding her completely immobile, and yet his strength was comforting. Safe. “Not tonight, sweetie,” he whispered in her ear. “Tonight we’re going to do other things to your body.”

Her shudder shook her whole body.

Even as Galen’s fingers moved slowly in and out, Vance nipped the edge of her ear. “You’ll have us both inside you, pushing you past thinking, past reason. You won’t have any control, sweetheart. We’re going to take it all away.”

Oh God.

ENJOYING THE DAZED look on the little submissive’s face, Galen slid his chair forward and set a slickened forefinger on her clit.

Nice satisfying gasp. With his other hand, he curved his finger up and pressed it right onto her G-spot. The ridges were pronounced; the area wasn’t puffy enough to drive her mad. But it would be soon.

Circling her clit, he felt her cunt tighten around his other finger. By God, he loved how she responded. Glancing up, he caught Vance’s eyes and nodded. Time to take it up a notch.

Vance grinned and changed his position. His hands covered breasts that were more swollen than a few minutes ago. Her pink-brown nipples had turned a dusky red from his play.

Even in the moonlight, Galen could see Vance’s face darken with arousal as he played. Total breast man.

And Sally’s were not only beautiful but very, very sensitive. He smiled, enjoying the quivers of her body and cunt as Vance teased her. His partner could have some serious fun with her while she stayed with them.

Galen kept up a light stimulation of her G-spot as Vance played, and her wetness soon covered his palm. Her breathing turned shallower until she was panting. There was something special about the way she gave herself to them. Openly. Holding nothing back. She might have defenses around her emotions, but her body was honest.

Her labia were swollen, and her cunt was sucking at his finger. When he lifted his other hand, he could see the way her clit protruded. With the hood pulled back, the glistening pearl was fully exposed. He stroked around it once and heard her breathing hitch. Delightful.

Her eyes were closed, her body starting to stiffen as all her attention moved to her pussy. Almost anything would set her off now.

So he pulled his finger out, moved his hand away, and exchanged grins with Vance at her protesting whine. Lovely sound.

After picking up a condom, Galen reclined his chair and undid his jeans. His cock sprang up as if released from prison. Jeans could be an uncomfortable jail for a hard-on. He rolled on protection.

Vance rose, hands around Sally’s waist, and set her down on hands and knees over Galen.

Galen moved her legs to each side of his hips, curving his hands around her thighs, securing her. Her pussy rubbed over his cock, making her moan. The slick, hot feel of her was amazing.

“Hands up here, sweetheart.” Vance curled her fingers around the wooden chair frame behind Galen’s head. With Velcro straps, which were attached to the top bar, he restrained her wrists.

She stiffened.

Galen laid his palm on her cheek. “Sally. Your safe word still works, no matter where we are. Am I clear?”

Her big eyes, even wider than normal, stared into his, and she pulled in a breath. Some of the tension flowed out of her. She started to nod, then whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

Afraid, restrained, and still remembering his preferences. This one was something special.

She straddled him, her breasts dangling down over his chest. He fully intended to play with them a bit. But first, he grasped her hip with one hand and, with the other, guided his cock to her pussy. He pulled her down until he was in an inch.
Hell
. All that heat tugged at his control, begging him to yank her down hard and fast. But he stopped, his teeth grinding from the strain.

When she made a soft, inarticulate sound and tried to lower herself, he nodded at Vance before moving his hands to her breasts.

Vance gripped her hips, ruthlessly holding her in place. She might be positioned on top of one man, but she still had absolutely no control.

HER BODY WAS shivering, not with fear, but from the waves of desire. Galen caressed her throbbing breasts, which had swollen until the skin stretched taut.

Vance’s fingers curled around her hips, immobilizing her. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t escape. Her hands gave an involuntary tug, and despite the restraints being Velcro, she couldn’t pull free.

“Eyes on me, pet.” Galen’s command was low but resolute enough that her gaze flew to his. His eyes seemed darker than the night sky.

And Vance slowly, mercilessly pushed her down. Galen’s cock filled her, stretched her. Vance didn’t stop, ignoring her squirms, until she was fully impaled and her buttocks brushed the coarse hair on Galen’s upper thighs.

With the back of his chair reclined, she was bent forward, her bottom readily available. Her insides pulsed with sensation; her clit burned. She…needed. Her attempt to rub against Galen’s pelvis caused Vance’s viselike grip to tighten.

“Not allowed, baby girl.” Galen gave her nipples a reprimanding pinch that made everything inside her clench. He chuckled.

Galen’s gaze was steady on her face as Vance took her over, working her hips up and down onto Galen’s cock. It felt so good, revving the hum of desire even higher.

A shudder ran through her at the realization that she’d get only and exactly what they gave her. Her leg muscles went limp as she surrendered, giving all control to Vance.

“That a girl,” Vance murmured.

Galen nodded at him before his hands replaced Vance’s on her hips.

She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper.

Even as she started to comprehend, she felt her buttocks pulled open. Cool liquid lube drizzled between her cheeks. Vance ran a finger around the rim of her asshole.

Galen cut short her involuntary attempt to wrench away.

So many different nerves. Her core was filled with Galen, yet all her attention shifted to Vance’s finger—how it circled and probed. He pressed past the rim of anal muscles, inserting one finger. Two fingers. The small burn from the widening made her pussy clench.

She swallowed and closed her eyes.

“Eyes on me,” Galen repeated.

Her eyes met his even as Vance’s cock replaced his fingers and pushed in slowly. Despite the lubed-up slickness of his shaft, as her asshole stretched, the burning sensation took over her world.

He pressed in, always farther. “You can take me, sweetheart. Push out and breathe.”

The sound of Vance’s voice, his rumbling, calming voice, made her want to try. To please him. Her hands seized the chair back as he surged in. Too much. Her vagina was already filled by Galen’s cock. There was no room for more. She started to shake, feeling as if she’d split.

Galen’s hands tightened on her hips, keeping her immobile.

“Almost in, sweetheart. You feel so good,” Vance said, squeezing her still-tender buttocks, adding a different kind of pain to the brew.

God, God, God
. Her eyelids lowered, then rose again at a sound from Galen. He stared into her eyes, reading further than anyone ever had. Even as her body was penetrated, taken over, his unrelenting gaze pierced through to her soul.

When she whimpered, he moved his hand up to cup her cheek. “Shhh. Let us in, baby girl. Take a breath now.”

As she managed to pull air in, suddenly she felt Vance’s groin hit her abused bottom. Everywhere back there seemed to be in flames, and she stiffened, unable to move.

Vance braced himself with his right hand on the chair back next to hers.

Galen locked both hands on her hips. “Look at me,” he reminded her. As she lifted her head, he moved her, working her up and down on his cock in an implacable slide that felt…stunning and terrifying.

So full; everything in her lower half was stretched and throbbing. Even her clit was pulled tight, brushing over his pelvic bone as he moved her. She whimpered, and her toes lifted upward.
My God.

He broke his gaze long enough to look past her shoulder at his partner. “She’s ready. Let’s do it.”

“Breathe, sweetheart,” Vance reminded, and she realized she’d been holding her breath. At the sound of her gasping inhalation, the men laughed, low and deep.

Vance wrapped an arm around her and pinched her so-sensitive nipples. She clenched involuntarily, and he groaned. Then he straightened slightly, gripped her waist, and slid his thick cock from her asshole.

The devastating, wonderful, impossible sensation made her shudder. “Oh God!”

Galen pushed in, withdrawing when Vance surged back in. The sliding, the stretching, even the slight burn from both her asshole and abused butt was like a lightning storm of nerves that crashed over her. She had no control. She was too full.

She was taken. Taken. Taken.

Their pace increased, and yet, like a dance, they never missed a step. Shudders shook her as her body overwhelmed her mind, as the sheer sensation centered everything in that region as if a sizzling lightning strike had hit and stayed on, flaring the world to utter brightness.

Every little movement pushed her higher, closer to coming, and she fought it off. It would be…too much. Take the last bit of her senses from her. She shook her head.
No.

“Stubborn little sub.” Vance sounded almost sympathetic. But he shifted his hand from her breast, down her stomach, lower, until his fingers slid through her wetness and slickly across her clit.

“Aaah!” Everything in her seized, throwing her into a whirlwind, a hurricane. The sensations spiraled up and up, setting every single nerve to firing in the most supreme burst of pleasure she’d ever felt. She writhed on them, unable to breathe.

A long wail escaped her as another wave hit. Her back arched, and each clenching spasm sent another engulfing sensation through her.

Vance gripped her waist, holding himself deep inside her.

Galen hammered into her, powerful and fast, until he made a guttural sound and she felt his cock jerking, shooting inside her.

And then Vance pulled out. He yanked her back onto his shaft, setting off new pounding waves of pleasure inside her. In and out in long, merciless thrusts of his thick cock. One hand still gripped her waist, but as he came with a growling roar in her ear, he pinched her clit. Hard.

Sally screamed as her body clenched around the impossible impalement. She exploded into another orgasm, crying as she shook from the force, unable to escape the restraints, the hands, the cocks.

Some distant time in the future, she blinked as the roaring in her head receded. Her head drooped; her arms trembled. Someone—her—was gasping for the humid air, dragging it in as if the moist air was a nectar.

After another minute, she realized Galen was stroking her hair, murmuring, his voice more gentle than she’d ever heard before. “Pretty pet, sweet Sally. Thank you for sharing.”

Her body was wonderfully satiated, but his words filled a well far deeper inside her, as if she’d been thirsty and hadn’t known.