ROMANCE: THREESOME : Billionaire Brothers' Party (MFM Menage Romance) (New Adult Contemporary Threesome Short Stories) (28 page)

“I think you owe me a “thank you”,” he murmured from above me. “And I think you’ll need to be punished for that digression.”

My body tingled at the thought; if this kind of pleasure was a reward, what would I get as a punishment? Harry placed the whip on the counter next to him, and walked around to he was in front of me. He pulled a chair round so he could face me, looking at me intently while I tried to keep my eyes to the ground, my heart pulsing in my ears.

“Touch yourself, Roberta.”

What? That didn’t sound like such a bad punishment. Though my hands were still tied, I could reach down and caress my pussy, letting out a small moan as relief coursed through me. Drawing small circles with my fingers, I didn’t want to tease or titivate, but rather to give myself some much-needed relief, to bring myself to that place where my pussy wouldn’t be aching with desire.

“Keep going,” Harry’s voice, tinged with arousal, was all the encouragement I needed. My face began to tighten as I felt my orgasm getting nearer…nearer…nearer…I was seconds away from feeling the wave break over me when Harry’s voice cut through my reverie.

“Stop.”

Immediately, my hands stopped moving, my breath heavy, and my body still crying out for relief. I panted, trying to arrange my thoughts and not give away my frustration.

“I hope you understand that this orgasm denial is part of your punishment. If you disobey me, you do not get to come.”

My body washed with fear; if I didn’t get an orgasm soon, I thought I was going to go mad. Harry’s voice soon reassured me.

“But don’t worry. Because it’s your first night, and you took your punishment so well, I’m going to let you come. But only when I tell you to. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, my voice shaky from my ruined orgasm.

“Now, come over here and suck my dick.”

His voice was so direct, and so certain that I almost came just from hearing him speak. My mind was taken over with arousal, and all I wanted to do was please him, and maybe get some of that pleasure back myself. The thought was more than I could bear as I shuffled over to him on my knees while He undressed himself.

“Look at me.”

When I was in front of him, my hands still bound, only inches from his cock, I looked up through my lashes at his face. He looked…strong. Handsome. Dominant. Like he could get me to do anything and make sure that I enjoyed it. I had no doubt that he probably could.

“I want you to worship my cock. Make love to it with your mouth. And if you do a good enough job, I’ll fuck your brains out.”

Wow. Okay. That was the kind of reward that I would do anything for, especially in my intensely aroused state. Leaning forward, I enveloped his head in my mouth, flickering my tongue over his cock ever-so-gently and earning a slightly gasp as a reward. It was difficult without using my hands, but Harry’s gentle hand on the back of my head, guiding my further and further down, was all I needed. Using my tongue, I caressed the underside of his cock, pulling him as far into my mouth as I could go. Closing my eyes, I took his advice on making love to his erection, and began to build up a steady rhythm as I moved my head up and down, up and down. The occasional moan and groan from above me was all I needed. I knew I was good at this, but never before had I been sucking a cock to try and earn an orgasm. The thought was dizzying, in a good way. I soon lost myself to the activity, his cock wet and slick and moving in and out of my mouth with ease. I felt strangely powerful, even though I was bound and kneeling between his knees with his cock in my mouth. If I knew one thing for certain, it was that I had never wanted to get fucked more than I did at that very moment.

“That’s enough.” My heart leapt into my mouth. Had I done enough to earn my orgasm?

“Well done, Roberta. You did a very good job, and I want to reward you. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I swallowed, suddenly embarrassed.

“Tell me, Roberta,” He prompted again.

“I want you…to… fuck me. I want you to fuck me, sir.” I looked down at his feet, my lips still tangy with the taste of his precum.

“I think you’ve earned it.”

I felt my body react when he said that, my pussy flooding with feeling all over again. I could have cried with arousal, I was so desperate to feel him inside me. And, when he pulled me to my feet and bent me over the bed so my ass was on full display, all I wanted to do was grind back into him and feel his familiar cock stretch me again.

I didn’t have to wait long. I soon heard the familiar rip of foil as he sheathed himself, and felt his fat head positioned at my slit. Godamn, I wanted this so much.

“I want you to think about what you’ve done tonight while I fuck you, Roberta. I want you to think about how, as long as you’re in this room, your body belongs to me. And I want you to come when I tell you to. Do you understand?” His voice was tantalising, and I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Yes, sir!” I gasped, desperate.

“Good.” He replied, simply, sliding his hand over my belly and pulling me onto his cock. I let out a cry as he entered me, his cock slick from my mouth and from my soaked cunt. I felt my pussy clench around him instantly, and I fought the urge to let myself go and come all over his erection.

“Not yet, Roberta,” I heard Harry murmur through gritted teeth.

The desire to please him overcame my desire to orgasm, and he pushed into me, hard. His cock was just as perfect as I’d remembered it, and stretched me in the same, sweet pleasure-pain way it had last time. He ran his hands over the small welts on my ass, making me shiver as I remembered the way he’d spanked me with those whips. The thought was hot, but not as hot as the feeling of being bent over the bed with my hands tied while he gripped my ass and fucked me hard. I would be happy to hand over ownership to this body to him full-time; if that’s the way he made me feel. It felt like time was spinning out of control as he plunged into me, screwing my pussy as if he planned to do it forever.

“Are you almost ready to come?” He asked, his voice a little shaky.

“Yes, sir!” I replied, my body already on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm. I knew I couldn’t wait much longer.

“Then come with me, Roberta. I want you to come, now.”

His words, combined with the foreplay and his relentlessly good fucking, were all I needed, and I felt myself spiral over the edge, grasping the covers as I screamed. He rocked himself inside me a few more times, then finished, even as my pussy was still clenching around him. I was lost in pleasure as he withdrew from me, the kind of pleasure I had never come near before. As Harry leant forward to undo my bindings, I turned and asked, “When can we do this again?”

He looked at me as his fingers fiddled with the tie. “When can we do this again, what?”

I grinned back. “When can we do this again,
sir?”

THE END

FIRST TIME TRADE

MENAGE EROTICA

“Have a nice day at work,” Emma leaned in to smell her husband’s cologne and rewarded him with a polite kiss on the lips. Benjamin returned it with as much chasteness as she’d given him, and then he leaned down to grab his laptop case off the floor and disappeared through their vanilla colored door.

The yellow curtains swished back and forth in his wake, and finally settled just as Emma heard her husband start the engine of their gray sedan. While he backed out of their driveway and turned onto their cozy neighborhood street, Emma released a deep sigh from somewhere hollow inside of her. She’d just hit thirty-two the previous day and while she loved her husband, there seemed to be something missing.

Most women would call her crazy for thinking there was something wrong with her marriage considering Benjamin’s success as a programmer for a world renowned medical research company. The amount of money he brought in monthly allowed her to stay at home and work on her dream job of being a graphic artist. It didn’t hurt that he was handsome, too. In reality, she had everything she’d wanted minus the children, and she could wait for that. He was even a beast in bed, and she loved that about him.

They were best friends in their marriage and shared everything together, but something felt like it was missing. Emma poured steaming coffee into her white mug and sipped the leftover pot’s dredges. She’d go into her office, sit down at her laptop, and try to think of a gory, crazy cover for the new horror novel one of her repeat customers was publishing. With the decision made, Emma grabbed a yogurt from her refrigerator and a spoon from the drawer. Then she took her coffee and breakfast into a spare room on the second floor that she’d designated as her office.

While the rest of the house was decorated in warm beige and light green, her office was painted a vibrant purple with a white chair rail. The desk was centered in the room and made a stark contrast with its dark, cherry wood against the light, bamboo floor. An orange laptop sat as if it was waiting for her to open the lid and explore the creative, artistic side of her soul. Emma didn’t want to make it wait a second longer and sat down in the soft, leather chair she’d bought just last month. There was something about the feel of the leather against her bare legs when she sat in the chair while wearing shorts.

Unbeknownst to her husband, sometimes she would put on a pair of boy short underwear and sit in her chair with nothing else on while she worked. There was something wild and crazy about the freedom she felt while she sat with the curtains open. Then again, the room faced the back of the neighborhood where no one would likely see her sitting almost nude in her office. Occasionally, when she was reminiscing on the old days when her husband and she were only two years into their marriage, Emma would turn on the stereo and listen to the music of their youth.

Today, however, she had a lot of work to get done and she didn’t have time to fantasize about strange men or encounters at hotels that would never happen. Benjamin and she had discussed having sex with others and both of them had adamantly claimed they were okay with the notion, but Emma had her doubts. What if her husband became jealous or upset at the last second? What if she did?

She put aside her daydreams about sex with a stranger and got to work. By the time her laptop informed her it was noon, Emma had forgotten about the idea. Her lunch consisted of leftovers from the night before and a phone call from her husband. They didn’t talk every day at lunch, but at least three times out of the week. It helped to keep them closer in their relationship.

“Sharon told me she wants to go out tonight, but I told her we had plans.” Emma harbored a love-hate relationship with Benjamin’s coworker, Sharon. The woman was an obvious knockout in the sex appeal department, and Benjamin had a small crush on her.

Emma was so distracted by Benjamin’s statement that he’d been talking with Sharon again that she’d forgotten he said they had plans. Then it sank in and she piped up, “what plans?”

“I thought we could go out to The Hop, and not IHOP.” Emma smiled when he referenced the International House of Pancakes. Their first date had been there over ten years prior.

“I guess I could stomach a few drinks and some hip music.” It was settled. They were going out to the local bar to have a few drinks that night and some burgers and fries like they used to in college. Emma told herself it would be a fun time. She’d get way too drunk; give her husband a blow job on the way home while he was driving, and then he’d ravage her like they were twenty-one again and not thirty-two.

Her smile stretched across her face as she put down her cell phone, finished her lunch, and headed back to work. By the time Benjamin came home, she was already dressed in a skirt that was far above the knee, a pair of knee high boots, and a sweater that dove far below the collarbone. She was brushing her hair one final time when Benjamin walked through their bedroom door with his tie already loosened and his top shirt button undone.

A warm feeling spread through her when a wry smile crept across his strong-featured face and his gray eyes twinkled. Emma pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and bent over to get a better look at her mascara in the mirror, giving her husband a full view of her curved derriere. He set his laptop down at the end of their bed and pulled his tie loose. Then he hurried out of his business clothes and into his nightlife clothes: a pair of black jeans and a gray shirt that brought out his eyes and accentuated the dark stubble on his jaw.

The outside, evening air was cool and when the door opened to The Hop, warm air whooshed out and was replaced with the cool air as Emma and Benjamin entered. Emma pulled off her short, dark leather jacket and slung it over one arm as she walked. Her husband put his hand on the small of her back and she could feel his warmth through her sweater. A few gazes wandered in her direction but immediately found solace somewhere else when they settled on her husband’s hand. Emma felt a mixture of relief and sadness that she was already spoken for. She never regretted meeting her husband and falling in love with him at such a young age, but sometimes she wondered what it would have been like to have a one night stand.

Benjamin ordered her one of her favorite drinks, a Long Island Iced Tea, and sat them down at a private table nestled amongst other round tables. Emma hoisted up onto the tall stool and hung her jacket over the back. She never brought her purse to the bar as she didn’t want to become too tipsy and end up losing it. Thankfully, she was still carded sometimes and always carried her driver’s license in her back pocket.

“So how’d you make out today?” Benjamin had to yell over the loud music and leaned in over the table to give his voice more of a fighting chance.

“Oh, you know, I got enough done,” she knew she was evasive. Emma didn’t want to talk about work, whether it was hers or his.

A man across the room caught her attention and she couldn’t help but watch him as he walked from his table to the bar. He was a dark skinned man with a bright smile that had her thinking about what it would be like to see his face between her legs. She felt warm and fuzzy with her first drink and chalked her emotions up to the alcohol. Benjamin was talking about his day at the office with Sharon and some of his other coworkers, but when he mentioned the bodacious blonde’s name, she began to listen again.

“Sharon wanted to know if we’d like to go over to her place this weekend for a small party. She said it’s her boyfriend’s birthday and he’s bummed that some of his friends are away on a week-long trip to Europe. I wanted to know if you want to go.” Her mouth was full with her drink and she took her time swallowing it as she thought about the invitation. On one hand, she wanted to go out and have some fun with Benjamin and his coworkers, but she didn’t know if she wanted to have fun with Sharon.

“I don’t know. Do you remember what happened last year at the Christmas party?” she might have been smiling when she said it, but her chest had grown tight with her remembered anger.

“That was an accident, honey, and you know it. Sharon would never have done anything like that if she hadn’t been drunk and if it hadn’t been dark,” he sipped his drink to emphasize his point. Emma immediately felt chastised and embarrassed that she’d brought it up. There was no reason to be upset with her husband over a mistake, yet she still didn’t want him near Sharon.

While Benjamin’s obvious mistake was innocent when he turned around to grab Emma around the shoulders and found Sharon, Sharon’s glazed look of triumph before she kissed him full on the lips, with tongue, was what bothered Emma. That woman wanted a piece of her husband, but it wasn’t just sex. Sharon wanted more because she could never find a man that was respectable and good in bed.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” Emma knew she had to trust her husband’s judgment and that he’d never cheat on her. They were close enough to know both of them hated cheaters, and if they wanted to open up their relationship to something more, then they’d tell the other.

Benjamin chose to change the subject and stood up from his stool abruptly. A new song from a new artist was playing. He held out his hand to his wife and she watched his wedding ring flash in the dim light. Their small spat that was barely able to be called a spat was over and Emma accepted her husband’s invitation to dance. The music was of a medium beat and she found her back plastered to his front as they did a slow grind.

Men and women stood and the two found themselves surrounded by others as they danced. Emma ordered two more drinks and talked about music with her husband. By the end of the night, he was drinking water and she was more than tipsy. Benjamin helped her into the car and buckled her seat belt for her while she giggled like a school girl. This was what she loved about him so much. He could go out and have a fun night with her without being judgmental.

When they reached the first of four stop lights before they got home, Emma unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over the console of their sedan. “What are you doing?” Benjamin asked her as she undid his button and slid his zipper down with a suggestive lick of her lips.

“Really? We used to do this all the time when we were in college,” she tried to keep the laughter from her voice unsuccessfully.