Young, Allyson - The Promise [Siren Publishing Ménage Amour] (3 page)

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The rubber stung as it connected with her flesh. She couldn’t anticipate where it would land, whether on her ass crack or the middle of a cheek or where her buttocks met her thighs, but by the third smack she was astonished and mortified to feel her pussy begin to swell and moisten even more. The pain was changing into something deeper, something erotic, as Jillian became more aware of what Peter and Sean were seeing between her legs and how much control they had over her. She was wrestling with a vagrant thought about how ceding power, putting the responsibility elsewhere, and how freeing it felt somehow when the smacks stopped and a hand rubbed the hot, sore parts of her bottom, making the whole area warm. Not to mention the heated wetness between her legs. Someone swirled a finger or two in that wetness, and Jillian gasped as her vagina was then penetrated. The fingers withdrew and slipped up to press at her anus, her natural lubrication allowing access through the tight entrance. Restrained as she was, Jillian could only rock a little on the pillows and moan.

“Well, Peter, spanking doesn’t appear to be the punishment we hoped would deter our little lady from acts of rebellion,” commented Sean.

“I think that we’ll cool her fine ass down a little, and I’ll express my disapproval about nearly getting bit,” replied Peter.

Jillian hated how hot she got when they talked about her as though she wasn’t in the room, but was also amused at the fractured grammar coming from their team’s quality control specialist. She somehow knew better than to say anything. She wasn’t sure she could take another spanking, at least not for awhile. What on earth was she thinking? How could she even consider another spanking? There was something so wrong with her. Again that thought about letting go of control flitted through her brain but was trashed by the sensation of bitter cold gliding over her ass. Jillian screamed. Peter was applying ice cubes to her hot flesh, skirting the fingers still moving in her anus, but the water was dripping down around them and creating strong sensations. She tried to move away and heard herself begging and pleading, especially as the ice melted further and dripped down her cleft. No, that wasn’t fair. Yet somehow she trusted them.

The cold sensation stopped, and Jillian took a breath of reason only to scream again as an ice cube was pushed up into her vagina. The feeling was indescribable, particularly when Peter’s cold fingers rolled her clit and the ones in her anus pushed deeper and scissored. The orgasm blindsided her, and she saw a sprinkle of flashes behind her eyes, her vagina and anus clenching in concert, melting the ice cube and setting off a series of mini orgasms. Peter petted her clit gently, and the fingers slowly slid from her. When Jillian could compose a rational sentence, she opened her eyes and then opened her mouth to make a promise of another sort, only to find Sean crouched beside her, staring, looking inflexible and dangerous.

“Think hard about what you want to say, Jillian, baby,” he suggested. “We can give you the greatest pleasure, or we can take you nearly there and deny you, over and over. You belong to us for six days, and that’s nonnegotiable. You’ll need the seventh to rest.”

Jillian shut her mouth and then closed her eyes against him, only to spring her lids open when he fisted her hair and lifted her head.

“Uh-uh, babe, no retreating, no distancing yourself. We want every gorgeous part of you, temper, warts, and all. You’ll be getting all of us, and you’ll have to trust that we won’t break you. Now, we’re going to feed you, and you’ll sit with us, naked and available.”

Jillian fought back tears. She didn’t know if she was angry, humiliated, or aroused, but she was certainly overwhelmed and scared of the huge wave of emotion that was sweeping over her. Sean’s face softened in an instant, and he freed her wrists while Peter did the same to her ankles. Sean sat on the bed and shifted her onto his lap to hold her close while she cried, murmuring nonsense and rocking her. Peter kissed the top of her head, then wiped her tears and helped her blow her nose. Jillian couldn’t look at either of them, and Peter lifted her face with a hand under her chin, forcing her to see their faces.

“You want this, sweetheart, truly you do,” he stated, “and we have waited a very long time to show you what you need and what you are capable of. Let us dominate you and see to your pleasure, bring out your best. And Jillian, we want this to be forever.”

Jillian stared at them both, shifting her gaze between them, seeing their intense stares. She found that she was tired of always being in charge, avoiding men because she intimidated them. Except Sean and Peter didn’t seem to be intimidated, and she decided to take the plunge. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“Only in the bedroom, do you understand?” she asked. “And if you hurt me, then you’d better kill me, because you will pay through every method known to mankind and beyond, even you, lawyer boy.”

Sean’s face darkened at the slight, and then he smiled at her. “Agreed, babe, but I don’t negotiate punishments either. Nor do I forget. You’ll be disciplined for that lawyer boy comment later.”

Jillian quailed a little but held herself firm and looked at Peter.

“We only want your compliance in the bedroom, well, maybe in the living room and the kitchen, the bathroom, too, probably, but we would never be the alpha male in public, honey. We love your sass, we respect your business acumen, and your social skills are so polished. We love who you are. The only time we might react is if you put yourself at risk,” Peter answered.

“At risk?” she questioned. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Never mind,” Sean interjected. “There won’t be any risk taking in this condo. Unless it’s us making you take them, and they will be the good kind.” He glared at Peter, and Jillian wondered what message passed between them.

“And what happens in six days?” Jillian asked.

Sean answered first, “We’ll talk on the seventh day and go from there, babe. Now, no more chitchat. We need to eat, and then you’re going to get fucked. Amongst a few other things.”

Chapter Three

Eating warmed-up bacon, eggs, and soggy toast and drinking stewed coffee while naked and ogled by two horny men had never been on Jillian’s fantasy list, but she was starving and secretly wondered if there was enough protein to support her body and soul through what Sean had promised. They touched her constantly, albeit without actually being really sexual. It was kind of like gentling a nervous animal, getting her used to them and their intensity. Her body hummed with arousal, and she was glad to be sitting on a towel. Sean made her open her legs so that he could turn the stool and look at her spread folds from time to time, and, rather than embarrass her, it fed her excitement. They clearly approved of her pussy, the red pubic curls catching the sun as it streamed through the window behind Sean. She had never been the subject of such focused attention by one man, let alone two. She had never been in the presence of such dominant men who clearly desired her and would not let anything stand in their way of slaking that desire, either. They didn’t seem to notice that her thighs were a bit heavy, well, maybe more than a bit, or that her ass was definitely cushiony. She was okay with her breasts, still high and firm even at thirty-two, and so far she had only a little roll around her middle, and that disappeared when she laid down, which was the position she expected to be in most of the time for the next several days. Her thoughts of fleeing had pretty much diminished, and the only thing that really niggled at her was the impropriety of being shared by two men. She hoped that in six days time she would have an answer as to which one she might choose and wilted a bit inside to think that she might have neither. Sean was probably close to her age, but Peter had just turned thirty, she thought, remembering a surprise office party a few months ago. It wasn’t exactly like a May and December thing, but why would these two hot, virile men want chubby, career-focused Jillian Brandt? Jillian resolutely set those negative thoughts aside. She was going to do this.

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Sean stood and cleared off the counter, stacking the dishes in the sink and running water to allow them to soak. Jillian tried to keep her breathing steady and her heart rate down, with little success. Peter helped her from the stool and took her to the master bathroom. She shut the door and cleaned up, used the facilities, and brushed her teeth. He was waiting for her in the hallway and held out his hand. She took it, feeling a bit like the proverbial lamb for the slaughter, and he led her into the bedroom where Sean waited, naked and erect. He looked like a sculpted Greek god, but Jillian flinched at the look on his face and in his eyes. He was so intense. Peter stroked her back and kissed the nape of her neck.

“It’s okay, honey. Don’t be afraid. Any pain will be erotic, and I promise you’ll love it and ask for more.”

Jillian wasn’t so sure, but she tottered forward and allowed Sean to swing her onto the bed where he slid her to the middle and sat beside her. Peter took off his pajama pants, sporting an equally large erection, and sat on her other side. Both reached and took hold of a breast, Sean clearly learning the shape and how her nipples responded to his fingers and mouth. The dual sensations were so wonderful that Jillian closed her eyes and moaned aloud. She felt Sean smile against her breast, and then he pinched the nipple. Jillian gasped at the erotic pain that lanced down to make her pussy tingle.

“What was that for? Why did you do that?” she asked.

“Because I could, and I wanted to. Besides, you liked it,” he answered. “Now scoot down the bed until your ass cheeks are nearly at the edge.”

Jillian did as he asked and managed not to react when he folded her legs up and placed her feet flat on the mattress. She felt so open and exposed and turned away from his avid visual exploration.

“You are beautiful, Jillian,” Sean said quietly, “and while I want to savor every inch of you, I don’t think I can wait.”

Sean lowered his face to her pussy, and Jillian was lost in sensation as he licked through her folds and stabbed his tongue deeply into her opening.
Holy cats, the man must be part snake
. Peter paid homage to her breasts, and the dual intensity was impressive. When Sean sucked her clit hard against his palate, Jillian screamed out his name with her pleasure. Sean slid her up the mattress and thrust his latex-covered thickness into her against the vestiges of her orgasm, pushing Peter aside. He surged in and out of her, pulling out to her very entrance before forging his way back inside, cleverly pressing on that rough spot high up. Jillian didn’t think she could manage another climax, but felt a familiar coil and numbness in the soles of her feet and in her belly, and bit down on Sean’s upper chest as she came, taking him over with her as her vagina clamped down and milked his cock.

Sean collapsed but kept much of his weight off of her and on the mattress. He turned his head to stare into her eyes, seeming to search for something.

“You take my control, babe, and I’m not sure I like it. But goddamn you feel so good.”

Peter cleared his throat, and they both swiveled their gaze to him.

“So are we at equal time now, buddy?” he asked.

There was a moment of complete silence, then Jillian spat a response. “Don’t fucking treat me like a prize, you asshole. I can’t believe you said that.”

Peter had the grace to flush. He reached out and stroked his hand down Jillian’s face.

“Sorry, honey. I just can’t forget last night and want some more.”

Jillian huffed a little then relaxed. “I’m a little sore, stud, so I hope you’ll let me recuperate a bit.”

Immediately Peter was up and off the bed, striding to the bathroom, his erection bobbing, leading the way. Jillian heard water running, and Sean pulled her up and carried her to the huge tub. All this being hauled around kind of perked up her self-esteem as neither one seemed to have any trouble carrying her weight. Peter had added some sort of bath salts to the water, and she smiled inwardly at his thoughtfulness. She watched as he tested the temperature then offered her his hand. She likened him to some historical gentleman what with all this hand-offering courtesy. She kind of enjoyed it. She settled in the tub with a groan of contentment. To her surprise, Peter climbed in behind her and settled her against his chest, his hard-on pushing against her lower back. Sean stepped in to sit facing her, his legs twining with hers, and she found herself relaxing into a light doze. The feeling of soapy hands moving over her body woke her. Peter cleansed her upper body and Sean the lower half, taking great care with her pussy and bottom as Peter lifted her for easier access.