At Galen’s soft command, she forced her eyes open. He never looked away as his finger slicked up one side of her clit. Her muscles tried to tighten, and his fingers implacably held her open. When he wiggled the hood, the sensation of his calloused finger was too intense, and she flinched.
His touch lightened, and he slid his finger down the other side of her clit. Electricity seemed to sizzle there, right under the skin.
But as he moved his finger down farther, she wanted to groan with frustration. The finger slid into her, awakening new nerves. It withdrew, and she felt him insert two fingers, moving them inside her pussy as if exploring—yet his gaze never moved away from her face. In and out. Back in.
Oh God, it felt so good. A quiver coursed through her, and she felt a coiling of arousal growing deep within her.
With insistent fingertips, he rubbed an area inside her, over and over. He gave a tiny shake of his head and changed to a new place.
She started to wiggle to tell him to move on but… No, Sally. No moving targets for this Dom. Somehow, she managed to force herself to hold still.
He had sun lines at the corners of his eyes, and without even a smile, they deepened as he watched her. Then he rubbed a place that made her vaginal muscles jerk tight, squeezing around the hardness of his fingers.
“Well, that’s easy enough to reach,” he murmured and slid his fingers out.
No! A moan escaped her.
He chuckled and looked up at Vance. As Galen’s gaze moved away, she felt as if she’d been drawn over a rack and suddenly released.
After nodding at Vance, Galen smiled at her. A…worrisome smile.
“Hang on, sweetheart.” Vance pressed her breasts together, his hands rougher than before. No more gentle, teasing touches from him.
Galen bent his head, and his tongue skimmed over her bare outer labia and up to her clit, circling slowly inward with fluttering licks. His other arm wrapped outside her thigh so his hand could cover her mound. His fingers curled, pulling up on the skin so the hood exposed her clit and made the nub stand out.
He slid two fingers back inside her to rub ruthlessly over that sensitive spot, and her muscles tensed around him, making him smile. Over and over, he stroked…right on that spot.
As her insides clamped down, he thrust in and out occasionally, as if to keep the entrance wakened.
She felt as if she was swelling inside, and there was a feeling of needing to pee that made her squirm. The pressure grew as his mouth paused directly above her clit. She could feel his sultry breath against the unprotected button.
“Say please, Sally.” Galen’s voice broke into her need.
Her mouth closed. Couldn’t.
“You can, sweetie,” Vance murmured. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, licking around it.
At the same time, Galen licked a circle around her clit, round and round, even as his fingers tormented that…spot…inside. The need to come was like the inevitable surge of the ocean, breakers rising up out of the sea, rolling toward—
Everything stopped. Vance, Galen, tongues, fingers.
A protesting groan broke from her.
Vance’s lips closed around her other nipple, lightly. Not moving.
“Say please, Sally,” Galen whispered. “Nothing else. Just one word, pet.”
Her mouth moved, couldn’t.
He blew a stream of air onto her appallingly sensitive clit.
Cold contracted the overheated tissues; her hips strained upward toward release. “Please.”
“Good girl.” His voice was a purr of approval that wrapped her heart in warmth.
Vance pulled her nipple into his mouth…and sucked strongly.
Galen’s mouth closed over her clit—the sudden engulfing wetness shocking—and cartwheeled her right toward an orgasm. And, oh God, he sucked on her clit in fast pulls as his tongue rubbed one side and the other.
Up, up, up.
Her body tightened. Her breathing stopped. Her hands fisted in Vance’s hair as she clutched him against her breast. Everything poised for that moment of…
With a rushing sound she felt rather than heard, everything drew together into one glowing, glorious cosmic ball before exploding outward. The splendor of it took her air, her mind, her body as she rode the waves of the orgasm. The blackness of space filled her world, meteors streaked through her vision, and sensation after sensation sparkled through her like newly born galaxies.
Finally the roaring in her ears diminished, and she heard Vance’s low chuckle and Galen’s hum of satisfaction.
As she lay, limp and gasping, Vance unstrapped her legs. Before she could move, he picked her up. Galen folded the huge quilt into a rectangle. After nudging together two backless counter-high stools, he arranged the inches-deep, puffy “pillow” over the tops.
Vance laid her belly-down across the stools. “Does that hurt your stomach?”
There was more than a feather mattress. “No, Sir.”
When her toes tapped on the floor, Vance bent her left leg and wrapped a rope around her thigh and lower calf, ensuring her knee stayed bent. “No pressure on this one, remember?”
Right. Only that left her even more helpless, she realized with an anticipatory shiver.
“Sally.” Galen’s voice.
Getting her hands under her, she pushed her head and shoulders up slightly. “Yes, Sir?”
“I want your mouth around me, pet,” In front of her, Galen unzipped his jeans, and his cock bobbed out. Like the rest of his body, it was perfectly shaped and beautiful even to the plum-shaped head.
Oh, she wanted that—everything in her wanted to satisfy him. To hear the way his voice deepened and hummed if she’d done something to please him.
She breathed in his musky scent, licked her lips, and opened to allow him to guide himself into her mouth. Velvety skin was stretched tight over inner steel. “Mmmmh.”
He huffed a laugh. “Go to work, Sally.” He pulled her hair out of her face, tangling his hand in the strands to direct her movements. The sense of being controlled, being helpless curled inside her, growing in urgency.
She worked him, licking and sucking, loving the chance to give, loving the appreciative under-the-breath sounds he made.
“You’re as good at this as I’d heard,” he said once, making her lips curve around his hardness.
She felt her legs pushed apart and muscular thighs moved between them. Vance’s big hand tested her wetness, and something pressed against her entrance…an extremely thick cock. Almost too big. But she was so soft and slick that, despite Vance’s size, he could push in.
Not easily. A quiver ran through her as his shaft stretched her, sparking off orgasmic aftershocks. He didn’t slow, pressing in with the ruthlessness of a bulldozer, until he was deep inside her and his groin rubbed against her buttocks.
God, she felt filled, top and bottom. Used. Taken. Controlled.
She wanted it all. Wanted them.
As Vance pulled back, the slick slide of his hefty cock kindled every nerve back to life and, like a struck match, ignited her clit all over again. As he bent over her, his wide hand slid under her lower abdomen to tilt her ass up higher. His grip on her right hip tightened as he slid slowly back into her. And, as if satisfied she could take him, he increased the pace, each powerful thrust pushing her forward onto Galen’s cock.
GALEN GRINNED EVEN as his body started to tighten. He wouldn’t push her limits today, not until he knew how well she handled oral sex, but by God, she felt good. When he pulled back, the air struck his wet dick with a wash of coolness. He pushed forward into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled over him. With each thrust, he was immersed in heat and softness.
Vance’s gaze met his in mutual enjoyment of sharing a little subbie—and, he had to admit, this one was something special. Christ. He’d need to think carefully about where they were going with her. Later.
Slowly, he sped up, careful not to get too deep or forceful—yet, directing her to ensure she knew she wasn’t in control of any part of this. He could see her hands tightening on the stool legs. Looked like the little sub was going to get off again. Excellent.
Hopefully after he did, since Cullen had mentioned that the imp was known to nip with orgasms. Why was he not surprised?
As she sucked on the tip of his cock and lashed him with her tongue, he’d swear the room temperature was increasing to sauna-like levels. She gave generously of herself, didn’t she?
Pleased, he stroked her hair. “You make me very happy, Sally. And now, I’m going to get off before you do. You okay with swallowing?”
Her head came up slightly, eyes surprised. Surprised that he’d ask? But she nodded, her lips curving around his cock in the prettiest sight he’d seen in a long time.
Well then. With an indulgent groan, he pumped in and out, harder, faster, deeper, and felt the unmistakable boiling sensation begin. The climax ran down his lower back, tightened his balls into rocks, and blew out of his cock in scalding jerks of pleasure. He fisted her hair, holding her tightly as he checked that she could get air.
Her throat squeezed the tip of his increasingly sensitive cock as she swallowed and swallowed again.
Fuck that felt good.
And he breathed out, not moving so he could savor her warmth around him. Her tongue made lazy circles as his shaft decreased in size.
Finally, he pulled back and bent to kiss the top of her head. “Thank you, Sally. You were wonderful.”
His touch lightened, and he slid his finger down the other side of her clit. Electricity seemed to sizzle there, right under the skin.
But as he moved his finger down farther, she wanted to groan with frustration. The finger slid into her, awakening new nerves. It withdrew, and she felt him insert two fingers, moving them inside her pussy as if exploring—yet his gaze never moved away from her face. In and out. Back in.
Oh God, it felt so good. A quiver coursed through her, and she felt a coiling of arousal growing deep within her.
With insistent fingertips, he rubbed an area inside her, over and over. He gave a tiny shake of his head and changed to a new place.
She started to wiggle to tell him to move on but… No, Sally. No moving targets for this Dom. Somehow, she managed to force herself to hold still.
He had sun lines at the corners of his eyes, and without even a smile, they deepened as he watched her. Then he rubbed a place that made her vaginal muscles jerk tight, squeezing around the hardness of his fingers.
“Well, that’s easy enough to reach,” he murmured and slid his fingers out.
No! A moan escaped her.
He chuckled and looked up at Vance. As Galen’s gaze moved away, she felt as if she’d been drawn over a rack and suddenly released.
After nodding at Vance, Galen smiled at her. A…worrisome smile.
“Hang on, sweetheart.” Vance pressed her breasts together, his hands rougher than before. No more gentle, teasing touches from him.
Galen bent his head, and his tongue skimmed over her bare outer labia and up to her clit, circling slowly inward with fluttering licks. His other arm wrapped outside her thigh so his hand could cover her mound. His fingers curled, pulling up on the skin so the hood exposed her clit and made the nub stand out.
He slid two fingers back inside her to rub ruthlessly over that sensitive spot, and her muscles tensed around him, making him smile. Over and over, he stroked…right on that spot.
As her insides clamped down, he thrust in and out occasionally, as if to keep the entrance wakened.
She felt as if she was swelling inside, and there was a feeling of needing to pee that made her squirm. The pressure grew as his mouth paused directly above her clit. She could feel his sultry breath against the unprotected button.
“Say please, Sally.” Galen’s voice broke into her need.
Her mouth closed. Couldn’t.
“You can, sweetie,” Vance murmured. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, licking around it.
At the same time, Galen licked a circle around her clit, round and round, even as his fingers tormented that…spot…inside. The need to come was like the inevitable surge of the ocean, breakers rising up out of the sea, rolling toward—
Everything stopped. Vance, Galen, tongues, fingers.
A protesting groan broke from her.
Vance’s lips closed around her other nipple, lightly. Not moving.
“Say please, Sally,” Galen whispered. “Nothing else. Just one word, pet.”
Her mouth moved, couldn’t.
He blew a stream of air onto her appallingly sensitive clit.
Cold contracted the overheated tissues; her hips strained upward toward release. “Please.”
“Good girl.” His voice was a purr of approval that wrapped her heart in warmth.
Vance pulled her nipple into his mouth…and sucked strongly.
Galen’s mouth closed over her clit—the sudden engulfing wetness shocking—and cartwheeled her right toward an orgasm. And, oh God, he sucked on her clit in fast pulls as his tongue rubbed one side and the other.
Up, up, up.
Her body tightened. Her breathing stopped. Her hands fisted in Vance’s hair as she clutched him against her breast. Everything poised for that moment of…
With a rushing sound she felt rather than heard, everything drew together into one glowing, glorious cosmic ball before exploding outward. The splendor of it took her air, her mind, her body as she rode the waves of the orgasm. The blackness of space filled her world, meteors streaked through her vision, and sensation after sensation sparkled through her like newly born galaxies.
Finally the roaring in her ears diminished, and she heard Vance’s low chuckle and Galen’s hum of satisfaction.
As she lay, limp and gasping, Vance unstrapped her legs. Before she could move, he picked her up. Galen folded the huge quilt into a rectangle. After nudging together two backless counter-high stools, he arranged the inches-deep, puffy “pillow” over the tops.
Vance laid her belly-down across the stools. “Does that hurt your stomach?”
There was more than a feather mattress. “No, Sir.”
When her toes tapped on the floor, Vance bent her left leg and wrapped a rope around her thigh and lower calf, ensuring her knee stayed bent. “No pressure on this one, remember?”
Right. Only that left her even more helpless, she realized with an anticipatory shiver.
“Sally.” Galen’s voice.
Getting her hands under her, she pushed her head and shoulders up slightly. “Yes, Sir?”
“I want your mouth around me, pet,” In front of her, Galen unzipped his jeans, and his cock bobbed out. Like the rest of his body, it was perfectly shaped and beautiful even to the plum-shaped head.
Oh, she wanted that—everything in her wanted to satisfy him. To hear the way his voice deepened and hummed if she’d done something to please him.
She breathed in his musky scent, licked her lips, and opened to allow him to guide himself into her mouth. Velvety skin was stretched tight over inner steel. “Mmmmh.”
He huffed a laugh. “Go to work, Sally.” He pulled her hair out of her face, tangling his hand in the strands to direct her movements. The sense of being controlled, being helpless curled inside her, growing in urgency.
She worked him, licking and sucking, loving the chance to give, loving the appreciative under-the-breath sounds he made.
“You’re as good at this as I’d heard,” he said once, making her lips curve around his hardness.
She felt her legs pushed apart and muscular thighs moved between them. Vance’s big hand tested her wetness, and something pressed against her entrance…an extremely thick cock. Almost too big. But she was so soft and slick that, despite Vance’s size, he could push in.
Not easily. A quiver ran through her as his shaft stretched her, sparking off orgasmic aftershocks. He didn’t slow, pressing in with the ruthlessness of a bulldozer, until he was deep inside her and his groin rubbed against her buttocks.
God, she felt filled, top and bottom. Used. Taken. Controlled.
She wanted it all. Wanted them.
As Vance pulled back, the slick slide of his hefty cock kindled every nerve back to life and, like a struck match, ignited her clit all over again. As he bent over her, his wide hand slid under her lower abdomen to tilt her ass up higher. His grip on her right hip tightened as he slid slowly back into her. And, as if satisfied she could take him, he increased the pace, each powerful thrust pushing her forward onto Galen’s cock.
GALEN GRINNED EVEN as his body started to tighten. He wouldn’t push her limits today, not until he knew how well she handled oral sex, but by God, she felt good. When he pulled back, the air struck his wet dick with a wash of coolness. He pushed forward into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue swirled over him. With each thrust, he was immersed in heat and softness.
Vance’s gaze met his in mutual enjoyment of sharing a little subbie—and, he had to admit, this one was something special. Christ. He’d need to think carefully about where they were going with her. Later.
Slowly, he sped up, careful not to get too deep or forceful—yet, directing her to ensure she knew she wasn’t in control of any part of this. He could see her hands tightening on the stool legs. Looked like the little sub was going to get off again. Excellent.
Hopefully after he did, since Cullen had mentioned that the imp was known to nip with orgasms. Why was he not surprised?
As she sucked on the tip of his cock and lashed him with her tongue, he’d swear the room temperature was increasing to sauna-like levels. She gave generously of herself, didn’t she?
Pleased, he stroked her hair. “You make me very happy, Sally. And now, I’m going to get off before you do. You okay with swallowing?”
Her head came up slightly, eyes surprised. Surprised that he’d ask? But she nodded, her lips curving around his cock in the prettiest sight he’d seen in a long time.
Well then. With an indulgent groan, he pumped in and out, harder, faster, deeper, and felt the unmistakable boiling sensation begin. The climax ran down his lower back, tightened his balls into rocks, and blew out of his cock in scalding jerks of pleasure. He fisted her hair, holding her tightly as he checked that she could get air.
Her throat squeezed the tip of his increasingly sensitive cock as she swallowed and swallowed again.
Fuck that felt good.
And he breathed out, not moving so he could savor her warmth around him. Her tongue made lazy circles as his shaft decreased in size.
Finally, he pulled back and bent to kiss the top of her head. “Thank you, Sally. You were wonderful.”
