Passion's Hope (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 3) (29 page)

“I-I—”

“Not yet, Babygirl. We’ll tell you when.”

A third finger entered her at the exact same moment a thumb began rimming her ass hole, making her gasp. Every muscle was tight, she was trembling with the need to come.

“Daddy—”

“Now, little one. You may come now.”

She screamed as her body exploded like a firecracker, shattering her into a million sparkling fragments that went spinning out into the stratosphere. But she wasn’t done. The continued circling of Nik’s finger on her clit, the encouraging murmur of his voice in her ear, built her second orgasm so quickly, she detonated a split second before he said, “Come, baby girl. Come again.”

Pleasure heaved through her, frying all her circuits, turning her mind to mush. She was flying in a cloudless sky, floating above a garden full of the most beautiful flowers. A garden she never wanted to leave until she became dimly aware that they had un-cuffed both her wrists and her ankles. Jay swung her up into his arms, carried her a short distance and laid her on a bed.

“Roll over onto your tummy, sweet thing,” Jay ordered as he crawled up onto the mattress.

Charlie didn’t move. Her mind had imploded, rendering his words just so much noise. When she just continued to lie there like a beached whale, he chuckled and rolled her over himself.

“Now what’s what I like to see,” he commented, staring down at her reddened ass. “Handprints all over a sweet sub’s ass.” Straddling her hips, he slid his knees forward until he was sitting on her buttocks. Something cold drizzled across her back, making her squirm. She let out a warbling little cry. The scent of jasmine perfumed the air around her. Massage oil. Jay began smoothing the oil over her skin, gently kneading her flesh, massaging her shoulders, upper arms, and back, restoring feeling to her limbs. The pins and needles of returning blood flow made her hiss. With a deep sigh of contentment, she folded her arms beneath her head and gave herself up to his expert touch.

When he was finished, he rolled off of her and got off the bed.

She felt his hands fumbling with the knot at the back of her head, untying her blindfold.

“Sit up, little mouse,” Nik directed.

Her limbs seemed to be made of silly putty, no longer under her command. But somehow, with Jay’s help, she managed to push herself up, turn her hips and sit cross-legged on the bed, surprised at how winded she was by the effort it had taken.

Really? C’mon, Charlie, this is sitting up, for God’s sake, not an elaborately choreographed acrobatic routine. It’s something you’ve been doing with a fair degree of skill for nearly thirty years. Get with the program, here.

“Open your eyes, love.”

Her eyelids fluttered open to a dimly-lit room. Blinking, she took in her surroundings. In her immediate field of vision, she could tell that the comforter she was lying on was crimson. Beyond an antique nightstand she could see what looked like a punishment bench, similar to the one Jay had been strapped to at Club Risqué. There were other apparatuses too, a St. Andrews cross, the bondage frame to which she’d been attached, this one made of steel. An old-fashioned stock sat in one corner. A tall armoire was against one wall, full-length mirrors lined the opposite wall. Hooks and pulleys hung from the heavy beams in the ceiling, many of them with chains or rope dangling from them. Other pieces of bondage furniture including a padded saw horse and a four-point metal stand from which hung a swing seat made of crisscrossed leather straps.

Charlie’s mouth watered as she grappled with all the possibilities that were open to her in this room.

“Look down, baby girl,” Jay said.

Her eyes lowered. Arrayed on the bed was a variety of items and it took her a moment to realize that these were the sensations she had felt on her body. She put out her finger and touched every one of them. An ostrich feather, fur mitts, a loofah sponge, a nylon spatula—“Oh,
that’s
what I thought was the knife blade.”—a sable paint brush—“Got that right”—a Brillo pad—she looked up at Nik. “The sandpaper?” He nodded. A garden glove with strands of fishing line dangling from the fingers—“Oh, the little insects. That was neat”—and flogger with short, rubber strands. “Ah. The rubber bands.” The last two items were a Koosh ball and a leather glove with what looked like nails protruding through the leather.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“It’s called a vampire glove,” Nik said. “Did you like it?”

“It was…interesting. Does it leave marks?”

“Only if we want it to,” Jay responded. “Nik has an expert touch with the vampire glove.”

“Which one did you like best?” Nik asked.

Without hesitation she pointed to the fur mitts. “Those felt heavenly.” She touched the garden glove with the dangling fishing lines. “That felt like gnats or something landing on me. And this,” she finished pointing to the rubber flogger. “It felt awesome.”

“Wait until you feel it during impact play,” Nik said. “It’s called a pussy whip. For obvious reasons.”

Holy shit!
They were going to flog her pussy with that! The very thought both frightened and excited her, sending yet another gush of hot juice flowing out of her. There was no place to hide it. The insides of her thighs were coated with it. She’d never been so wet in her entire life. These two men brought out needs in her she’d never experienced before. Needs she never even knew were there, lurking inside her, waiting for just the right man. Or, in this case, men. She looked up at Nik and Jay standing side-by-side next to the bed. Her eyes filled with tears. They were looking down at her with a depth of tenderness she had never seen before, their eyes glittering with all the unspoken emotions hovering between them.

Tears clogged her throat. “This whole experience was awesome. Thank you.”

“It was totally our pleasure,
myshka
.” Nik gave her a crooked smile. “Thank you for giving us the gift of your trust.

“It meant the entire world to us,” Jay added.

.They leaned closer to her, each nuzzling his forehead against her temple.

Turning her head to the right, she sought Nik’s lips with her own. When she finally pulled away, she turned her head and did the same thing with Jay on her left. She glanced at the enormous bulges in their laps. Their erections were so hard they looked ready to burst through their zippers. She figured they had to be experiencing a great deal of discomfort. She raised her eyes to Nik’s only to find him watching her, his eyes flickering with some unnamed emotion.

“
Malyutka—
”

Ignoring him, she deliberately placed her hand over his restrained cock, feeling its heat. Feeling it jerk beneath her touch. She looked back down, her mouth already watering as she contemplated what she was about to do. With a graceful move she slid off the bed onto her knees, crawling around between his.

Hardly daring to breathe, he spread his legs, watching her with hot, hard eyes as she reached for the button of his jeans. Watching her as she slid it through the buttonhole with deliberate slowness then reached for the zipper tab. The rasp of the metal teeth was loud in the hush that had fallen over the room. So was his sharp, hissing intake of breath as she reached into the opening and withdrew his cock.

She’d never seen a cock as beautiful as Nik Rostov’s, thick and hard and leaking pearly pre-cum like a faucet. He was so aroused his foreskin had retracted, revealing his shiny head. Closing her eyes, she pressed it to her face, rubbing her cheek against the deeply veined surface. She turned her head, inhaling his earthy, primitive scent as it bucked in her hand.

He groaned.
“Myshka
, you don’t have to do this.” His voice was rough, like rocks being scraped together.

“I know.” She turned her head to press a kiss to the frenulum, that hard little knot of flesh and nerves on the underside of his crown. “I want to do it.” The tip of her tongue came out and flicked across the sensitive nerve endings, causing his hips to buck, grinding his back teeth nearly to dust with the effort it took to keep still. He didn’t want to frighten her. He knew Perry Bradford had brutalized her mouth, using his cock as a battering ram with no thought to the delicacy of her tissues or her ability to breathe. The fact that she was even doing this this early in their relationship was a miracle. He wasn’t going to do anything to screw it up.

“Jesus fuck, myshka!”
He dropped back onto his elbows, mesmerized by the sight of her lovely mouth pleasuring his cock.

Beside them, Jay had opened his own jeans and was stroking his fist up and down his own cock. His eyes were half-closed, his face dark with lust. His gaze was also riveted to Charlie’s mouth as she explored Nik’s cock, mapping the terrain with her tongue, familiarizing herself with its textures, shapes, flavors, and scents.

Drawing back slightly, she slicked her thumb through the viscous fluid dribbling from the slit at the tip, coating the shiny head with it before lowering her head and placing her lips against the very tip. Suddenly, with a powerful suction, she pulling the entire crown into her mouth.

Nik’s head snapped back, his palm smacked the bed.
“Holy fucking Christ!”
he bellowed.
“Where the fuck did you learn to do that?”

Charlie just smiled and raised her eyes. His black gaze captured hers. The raw lust she saw blazing there seized her lungs, making breathing nearly impossible. Her belly flip-flopped, a torrent of hot cream cascaded from her womb, catapulting her arousal to the stars. Sliding her fist down his length, she wrapped her fingers around the base and bent it forward, at the same time lowering her head and taking him into her mouth sucking him in as far as she could without choking, wringing a guttural groan from Nik’s throat.

“Christ,
myshka
! That feels so good. So fucking good!”

Straining with the effort it was taking not to thrust into her mouth and not to come, he shoved his fingers through her hair, palming the side of her face and curving his fingers around the back of her head.

She swiveled her fist around the base of his cock, lashing her tongue as she pulled up slowly, paused, then descended, taking in another inch. Again she pulled up, releasing the suction of her mouth with a pop, licking all around the head, fascinated by its shape, its taste, the feel of it against her tongue.

She was fully aware that this was something she’d sworn never to do again.
Ever.
Up until now the only cock she’d ever had in her mouth had been Perry Bradford’s. And it had been nothing like this. He hadn’t been interested in letting her lick and suck and explore his cock and balls. Instead he had used it like a pile driver, pounding it in and out of her mouth with no consideration or finesse, interested only in his own pleasure and in constantly reinforcing the utter hopelessness of her situation. She had hated it. Every second of it. Especially when he’d jammed his cockhead down her throat, bypassing her swallowing mechanism, cutting off her air supply as he’d spilled his load.

“Whoa, whoa, baby, slow down,” Nik admonished, gripping her hair tightly and forcing her head still. “I’m about to come and I don’t want to come in your mouth.” He loosened his grip, and Charlie sank down, opening her mouth wider and flattening her tongue, admitting more of him into her warm, wet cavern. His eyes squeezed shut.

“Christ!”
Nik’s voice was barely recognizable.

Beside them, Jay watched them avidly, the rhythm of his hand up and down his own cock mirroring Kylie’s moves up and down Nik’s. He figured Nik had to be close—God knew
he
certainly was. The pinching sensation at the base of his spine told him just how close. He was about to speed up his movements and finish himself off when Charlie reached toward him and replaced his hand with hers.

With a sigh of pure pleasure, he leaned back on his hands and let her take over.

Closing her fingers tightly around him, she began to pump him up and down in rhythm with her mouth and her other hand on Nik’s cock, gradually increasing her speed, the tightness of her grip, and the sucking pull of her mouth.

Until Nik insinuated his hand beneath hers. “Let go of me, Charlotte. I’m really close.” He took over her twisting hand movement at the base of his cock, “If you don’t want me to come in your mouth,
malyutka
, you have to release me. Now!”

His cock thickened and jerked in her mouth and she pulled up and off just as he threw back his head, fist pumping, a jet of white cum shooting from the tip in an arc, landing on her chest between her breasts.

Jay’s shout was right behind Nik’s, his own fist pistoning up and down as cum shot from his cock all over his hand and jeans. Deep, guttural grunts and groans ripped from their throats, their faces taut and strained as ecstasy pounded through them with every frantic beat of their hearts.

Through hooded eyes, the two men watched as Charlie scooped a fingertip through the viscous mass and lifted it to her mouth, smelling it cautiously before putting it into her mouth, working it with her tongue to test its flavor.

Nik cocked an eyebrow. “Well?”

“Well…” She tilted her head, closed one eye, and scrunched up her face, as if giving it careful consideration. “It’s not something I’d use as a topping for dessert.” She grinned.