Pleasing Her Racy Doms [Racy Nights 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (9 page)

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He gently pulled the dress down over her breasts until they hung free, and then he took them in his hands and began to tease her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers while Thayer kept up his torture on her ass cheeks. The exquisite combination of pain and pleasure sent her mind reeling, and soon she felt as though she was floating above the scene, watching, but she could still feel everything.

Her senses seemed to be in hyper mode. The cries around her filled her head, and she was aware of the minutest things. The scent of Thayer’s cologne, the way Evan’s left thumb had more of a tiny callus on it than his right one, and the way each strike of the flogger built on the last, until her ass cheeks were on fire. Her pussy was soaked, and she hoped her juices wouldn’t ruin her new thong.

When Thayer finally stopped, Cherilyn’s hair hung in her face, damp and limp. Evan kissed her gently, placed a bottle of water to her lips, and told her to drink slowly. She did, and then thanked him. A wide grin spread over his face as he moved the toy bag below her, into her line of vision. He pulled out a long black leather paddle, and Cherilyn moaned.

The corners of his mouth turned up. “You might not be thanking me in a minute.”

Fear tried to push its way in, but she mentally shook it off. They weren’t going to push her past her limits. They’d promised her that. She had a safeword. All she had to do was say it. When Evan unzipped her thong, she moaned again, but this time it was from arousal. He brushed his fingers across her wet slit and over her clit, sending jolts of electricity through her body.

Thayer knelt in front of her as Evan had done before. A fine sheen of sweat had formed on his face. She hadn’t realized how hard he’d been working to flog her. “I am so proud of you,” he said. “Evan and I will reward you well for this.” He cupped her breasts and kneaded them. “But not here. Upstairs, in private. After we’re done with your ass, that is.”

Evan flicked her clit a few times, and she moaned loudly. She was so close to coming, but she knew they wouldn’t let her. Not yet. When he began to strike her ass with the paddle, she whimpered from the thudding pain. It was a different sensation than the flogger had produced, but no less intense. She loved it. It was exquisite. Each strike caused her to clench her ass cheeks, and soon she was contracting her pussy muscles as well in an effort to get away from the pain. The action inched her orgasm closer, so she stopped because she wasn’t sure if that would upset them. If they realized she was making herself come without their permission, it might earn her extra swats, and she was close to her limit.

When Evan finally stopped, the guys unfastened the cuffs from the apparatus, took off her thong, and then took turns embracing her. They fixed the top of her dress so that her breasts were covered, but they didn’t put her thong back on.

“Maddox has a room reserved for us.” Thayer took her hand, and she walked on shaky legs next to him. Evan picked up her bag and carried it for her. They led her to the back of the room where a staircase was tucked behind a curtain. Once they were upstairs, she walked down a quiet hallway with expensive-looking carpeting. Even up here, his house was beautiful. The room they led her to was lit with candles and had a bondage apparatus attached to the foot of the bed. Were they going to flog or paddle her again? She wasn’t sure she could handle that.

Thayer told her to stand in the center of the room and both men took a seat on the sofa. “Take off the dress, Cherilyn. Slowly. Tease us.”

That she could do. Cherilyn unzipped it and then slowly moved the top over her breasts, feeling a bit silly because they’d both already done that, but the way they stared at her with their eyes slightly glazed over was enough to encourage her to continue despite that. Once it was down to her waist, she turned around and let it fall so they could see her ass, which she imagined was nice and red by now, if not bruised.

Thayer chuckled. “Okay. We’ll let that go even though we didn’t tell you to turn around. Now face us again. It’s not only a striptease.”

She turned to face them and breathed a sigh of relief at the smiles on their faces. At least she wasn’t about to get spanked again for breaking a rule.

“Now, touch yourself. Like you mean it, Cherilyn. We want to see you play with your tits, stroke your clit, and finger your pussy. We want to see you enjoying it. But one word of warning.” Thayer reached into his bag and pulled out the flogger. “If you come, we will tie you to that bed and flog you again. We will punish your ass until you call a safeword. Is that understood?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir.” Cherilyn would never tell them this, but their words had aroused her to the point of pain. As sore as her ass was, the thought of being tied to a bed and flogged again sent a fresh rush of wetness to her pussy. This was torture, but she loved it. Not even in the deepest darkest recesses of her imagination had she conjured up such a scenario.

She brushed her fingertips lightly across her nipples, and then around the sides of her breasts. Every few strokes she’d cup them and squeeze hard, then tweak her nipples. The excitement coursing through her body surprised her. She’d touched herself before, but this was different. When she heard zippers she moaned. Both men had taken out their impressive cocks and were stroking them.

“Never mind,” said Evan. “Keep going. Touch your pussy. I want to see how wet it is from across the room.”

Holy shit
. He was trying to kill her. She moved her hand down to her clit and stroked it, but not too hard. Any pressure right now would push her right over the edge, and they probably knew that. Their dicks were red and swollen, and pre-cum glistened on the head of each. She wanted them in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. As they watched her face, she saw that realization in their eyes. They knew she was close. They were enjoying this.

Cherilyn sucked in a deep breath and stepped apart slightly to rub her wet slit, up and down, and then her clit, over and over. She couldn’t help the moans that escaped her throat. Sweat pooled under her bangs. Her clit throbbed but she forced the climax back. She could do this.

The sexy noises coming from Evan and the way Thayer’s eyes had gone all soft only enhanced both her arousal and her pain. She wanted to come. She needed to come. Knowing that her ass would be subjected to them again if she did only made it worse, because part of her wanted that.

“Stop,” said Thayer. “Come over here and get on your knees. Now.” He dropped a sofa cushion onto the floor and Cherilyn practically sprinted to where they sat. Would they still flog her if she came while giving them blowjobs? Dare she ask?

She knelt in front of Thayer and he scooted forward to hold her head still. He didn’t even have to ask. She took his dick into her mouth and sucked hard. He groaned, and she wrapped her lips around it and let go as he fucked her mouth, hard and fast. When he came, hot cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed every tasty drop. He pulled out and closed his eyes, a look of pure bliss on his face.

Evan motioned her over and she scooted in front of him, moving the pillow as well. He took a bit longer, and asked her a couple of times to lick his cock and suck his balls. She hadn’t licked anyone’s balls before, and wasn’t sure at first that she’d like it, but the soft noises he made and the way he lightly touched her hair as she did so spurred her on. She loved the rough feel of them against her tongue.

When he finally held her head with both hands and just went to town inside her closed lips, she had to force her throat muscles to relax or she was afraid she’d gag. He thrust nearly his entire cock into her mouth, hard and fast. When it exploded, she was rewarded with more salty, hot cum.

After he pulled out, Thayer gave her a look of gratitude. “Now it’s your turn. Get off your knees, Cherilyn.” He moved off the sofa as she stood. “Come over here.” He led her to the bed and told her to lie on her back.

Evan walked over, and both men fastened the cuffs around her wrists and ankles again. They fastened her arms to the design on the headboard with chains that they attached to the wrist cuffs. Then they spread her legs wide and attached her ankle cuffs to the posts at the end of the bed. Thayer lifted her hips and placed a pillow under them, so that her pussy and ass were exposed to them. He covered her body with his, and she began to whimper.

“Now, here’s what we’re going to do. You have done so well tonight, and we’re very proud of you. And, we know you need to come. So, without further ado, we’re going to take care of that for you. But after that…” He glanced at Evan who slapped the paddle against his palm, and then picked up the flogger and showed it to her. The sexy grin on his face nearly sent her over the edge. “After that we’re going to punish your nipples and your pussy for a while. Your safewords apply again. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Thayer kissed her deep and rough, and she moaned as she pushed her hips toward him. It was torture not being able to move or touch him. She tried to squirm against his body, but he was lying directly on top of her and there wasn’t much wiggle room.

He moved to her breasts, gave each nipple a quick kiss, and then dived between her legs. As he licked her clit, Cherilyn tossed her head back and forth as the contractions started. Evan brushed his fingers across her nipples as her orgasm spread slowly, and that only increased her arousal. The climax was slow but intense, and Thayer kept up a steady rhythm with his tongue, never quite allowing it to crest. She whimpered as he moved away and Evan took his place.

He did the same thing as Thayer had done, and Cherilyn realized they knew exactly what they were doing. They were going to prolong this for her and make it as enjoyable as they could. That realization sent a rush of emotion racing through her that confused her. She reined it in. This was wonderful, but the last thing she wanted to do was build up her relationship with them into something it was not. That was dangerous territory, and she couldn’t go there. She closed her eyes and just let the arousal consume her.

When Evan slipped two fingers into her soaked pussy, he also took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard. She screamed as the orgasm crested. Before she barely had time to process what he’d just done, a sudden pinching pain in her nipples snapped her eyes open. She glanced down to see what Thayer had done.

“They’re only tiny clamps,” he said, carefully watching her face. “Do you like it?”

Her climax was still going on, and as he gave the delicate chain linking the clamps a gentle tug, a jolt of electricity shot straight to her contracting pussy. It enhanced the orgasm, further prolonging it. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Thayer’s smile made her feel so proud. As her climax finally started to subside, the men untied her limbs but left the nipple clamps on. They let her use the bathroom, and when she returned they took turns cuddling her on their laps. She loved this part. It wasn’t something she had imagined took place, but then again, she’d never really asked anyone what was standard practice. Would they let her ask questions later? She still had so many.

“Okay, Cherilyn,” said Evan. “Time for more play.”

A shiver ran down her spine at the commanding tone in his voice. They led her back to the bed but this time they told her to stand against what looked like a tower with several arms at the foot of the bed. Once again they put the cuffs on and attached them so that her arms and legs were spread wide. Thayer adjusted two soft pads—one behind her lower back and one behind her head—so that she wasn’t simply standing there in empty space.

“That will help alleviate the feeling that you’re going to fall,” he explained. Thayer then picked up the flogger, and Evan walked over to the toy bag. Thayer wore a stern expression, and although she was now used to that, her arousal level was due more to what she knew they were going to do than anything. But when Evan pulled a black blindfold out of the bag, Cherilyn’s pulse began to race from apprehension.

“It’s all right,” said Thayer. “Your safewords apply, Cherilyn. Okay?”

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Evan put the blindfold on, and she had assumed it might be thin enough to see at least shadows through it, but she couldn’t see anything. When one of them touched her nipples, she jumped and a gasp escaped her throat. “I’m only removing the clamps for now,” said Thayer. “But I’m certain you’ll want them back on later.” He gave each nipple a quick kiss, and then Cherilyn tensed as she heard them moving close to her, one on each side.

The first tap across her breasts with the paddle was more of a caress than a smack. But when the flogger struck her between the legs, it stung her tender clit. They timed their swats so that both toys landed on her sensitive spots at the same time, and soon her moans and whimpers became a steady stream of cries. Just as they’d done with her ass, they stopped every few seconds and caressed her, but not enough to completely alleviate the burning.

Her breathing was now shallow and quick, and she bit her lip more than she vocalized. It was different being blindfolded because she couldn’t see the expressions on their faces and they couldn’t see her eyes, but she wanted to please them. She wanted to take this for them and make them proud of her.

Her pussy was wet and sore at the same time, and her nipples felt ultra sensitive. Once again, the pain mixed with the arousal and became one. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but she knew that ordinary sex would never be the same again. Thayer and Evan had awakened something inside her that perhaps she’d always known was there, but had never dared to unleash. She liked it, and she wanted more.

When they stopped, the blindfold was taken off and they untied her. Thayer picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, which brought tears to her eyes although she couldn’t say why. He laid her gently on her back and then crawled beside her and stroked her cheek. “Tell me why you’re crying, Cherilyn.”

“I don’t know. So many emotions are forcing their way in.”

Evan lay down on the other side of her and stroked her arm. “Tell us about them. What’s going through your head right now?”