“That would be a no.” Vance nibbled her shoulders, sending quivers through her. “Now how should we pay her back for name-calling and ice water?”
“Well…” Galen considered, never releasing her hair. He slid a finger inside her, in and out, slowly. Wonderfully. She trembled as her need kicked up a notch. His lips curved. “I was ready for bed before this little subbie interrupted me. I’m still pretty tired. How about you, bro?”
He was calling Vance bro a lot now. That was so cool.
Vance derailed that thought by saying, “Exhausted. If she has this much energy, she should have to do some work.”
“Ayuh.” When Galen’s eyes darkened to pure black lava, Sally knew she’d do anything he wanted. “Run to the cabana and fetch a condom and lube for me, pet. Pick out a waterproof bullet vibe as well.”
She gaped at him. They hadn’t used a vibrator on her before. “I… Yes, Sir.”
They released her, and she shivered as the cool water slid where their warm hands had been. Vance lifted her out of the water and onto the side.
When she returned, Vance still stood in the water.
In the corner of the pool, Galen reclined on the concrete stairs with a chair cushion behind his back. The water bobbed around the base of his very erect shaft.
“A cock sticking up out of the water? It looks so perverted.” She handed him the lube and condom and vibe.
He grinned. “Guess you’d better hide it.” He twirled his finger in a circle for her to turn.
“Excuse me?” He didn’t want her to straddle him?
Galen rolled on a condom and thickly lubed it. “No questions. Sit on me, Sally.”
But. That meant he’d take her ass…now? From that angle? Her feet didn’t move.
With firm hands on her shoulders, Vance turned her around and guided her up a step so she stood between Galen’s legs. “Bend your knees, sweetheart.”
Why did this feel so much less…controlled? As she complied, Vance pulled her butt cheeks apart, and she felt Galen’s cock press on her asshole.
Ouch! She tried to stand, but Vance was bent over her, a barrier to escape.
Galen guided himself in, working past the ring of muscle. Slowly. They were always careful, but… Oh. My. God.
The position was different, and she hadn’t come a couple of times first. “What are you doing? I don’t like this.”
“Ah, but we do,” Vance said. His mouth tipped up slightly, but his gaze was that of a Dom, reminding her that sometimes a submissive was pampered and sometimes she was…not.
The world shifted around her, and she stopped struggling.
Galen’s cock slid in all the way. Stretching. Burning. Yet, the knowledge of being controlled, taken, impaled, was so decadently wicked that it almost sent her over.
“Imp, you feel very, very good.” He gripped her shoulders, pulling her until her back met his chest. He rubbed his cheek against hers, and his beard stubble was scratchy. Sexy.
The water in the pool splashed over the very bottom of her butt cheeks, leaving the rest of her out of the water.
She jumped when Vance spread her legs open before stepping between them. He put an arm under each knee. Lifting. Forcing her down on Galen even farther, sending a quaking sensation through her. So full…
Galen wrapped an arm around the outside of her left elbow and across her waist, immobilizing her. His other arm went on the outside of her other elbow, and his hand settled on her breast. “She’s all pinned down—ready for you, bro.”
He pinched her nipple.
The sensation was almost too much, and she whined.
“God, I like when she clenches,” Galen muttered. “You planning to stand there all night?”
“I want a taste first. See if I can make her squirm on your dick,” Vance said. He put her legs over his shoulders and lowered his head.
At the slide of his hot tongue over her engorged clit, everything inside her contracted…around Galen’s thick shaft. “Aaaaah.” And she couldn’t keep from wiggling as Vance’s tongue teased her with little flicks.
“Didn’t take you long,” Galen said. He groaned, holding her tightly enough that only her hips could move. Slowly he rolled her nipple between his thumb and fingers, and another layer of sensation built on top of the others. She started to shake.
With his thumbs, Vance pulled her labia apart. He settled his mouth over her clit. Hot, hot, and so wet. Pausing, he gripped her hips and lifted her, pulling her almost off Galen’s erection.
The slide of the thick shaft leaving her ass was an exquisite torment, and then Vance ruthlessly rubbed his tongue over her clit. Like cotton candy being formed, sensation whipped around inside her, catching and building. She was close to coming, shockingly close.
With a low laugh, Vance pushed her down firmly on Galen’s cock, and she gasped with the stretch and slide. The wave of sensation sent her—
Vance lifted his head.
“Noooo.”
A cruel pinch on her nipple made her struggle. The iron-like arm around her waist tightened. Galen’s breath touched her ear. “You get only what we give you, pet. And you take everything we give you.”
Her clit was throbbing. Needing. And yet, she had a moment to worry about that ominous-sounding everything.
Vance grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs up almost to her head. Afraid she might hurt his healing back, she didn’t struggle at all.
His hands were big enough that he needed only one to restrain her ankles and hold her legs high, making her bottom fully accessible. With his other hand, he guided himself to her entrance and pressed in. Slow. Powerful. Putting pressure against…everything, especially where Galen filled her already. Nerve after nerve seared straight into flame as Vance continued, absolutely unstoppable until both cocks filled her completely.
God, with her legs pushed up over her head, she was past full. She could only moan at the overwhelming, uncomfortable—amazing—sensation.
From behind, Galen still had her arms pinned to her sides. Her legs were pushed up, leaving her ass completely at their mercy. She couldn’t do anything.
By tilting his hips, Galen started sliding in and out in small, fast thrusts. Not even trying to coordinate with him, Vance pulled out very slowly and thrust in deep and hard. Very hard. Over and over.
The erratic combination of cocks was splitting her mind in two, leaving her nothing to focus on as the sensations bombarded her.
She felt Galen’s hand ease downward, past where Vance was pushing her thighs against her stomach, between them, over her lower pelvis, and onto her mound. It took a second to realize his fingers were vibrating.
He had the vibe between his fingers.
Too much. If he put that on her clit, she’d die. She bucked violently. “I can’t. Don’t.”
They stopped. But not to help her. Vance tightened his hand on her hip—forcing her bottom to be still.
Keeping the vibe above her clit, Galen put his other hand over her throat. Gently. Carefully. Firmly. “Lie back and don’t move,” he said, and the slight pressure on her throat served as his warning.
He wouldn’t cut off her air. She knew that—and yet, with his hand there, with the primitive fear, her body…succumbed. Submitted completely. Her head fell back against his shoulder; her hands lay flaccid in the water.
“Very nice,” he murmured. “Stay just like that.” And he slid the vibrator the last two inches to her clit. The whirring vibrations did nothing for a second, and then the ball of nerves sprang toward an excruciating peak. Her insides clenched.
“I like that.” With a rumbled laugh, Vance pulled out and thrust in hard, hard, hard. Stretching and hammering, even as Galen’s shaft pistoned into her asshole.
Everything inside her clamped down. Like two hands, her muscles fisted around the two penetrating cocks. The vibrator drove her higher; each thrust sent her closer, and even without Galen’s hand on her throat, her breathing stopped. Her muscles froze. Every nerve halted.
She hung there on the pinnacle, almost…just almost. And then Vance rotated his hips, his cock slamming in short, rapid movements against a different area.
Galen drove in powerfully. Yanked back. Thrust in again.
And she came in massive waves of sensation.
She came. Screaming and bucking and flailing.
She came, as the men laughed and took her and took her and took her.
Chapter Twenty-One
The Shadowlands was just starting to rev to life. With a sigh of exhaustion, Sally settled into a chair in a quiet part of the room. God, after the long, long night before, she was tired—and her body still hummed with satisfaction. Demon Doms.
Amazing Doms.
Okay, focus. She tipped her chair slightly, so she could watch the happenings and hopefully not be noticed.
She spotted Rainie. The trainee was at the bar, donning a starchy bib apron. Since she hadn’t worn anything on top, her heavy breasts swayed in and out of concealment of the ruffles running up the sides to the straps.
In a tight dark red latex skirt and bandanna-style top, Uzuri was arranging a munchie table that didn’t need any arranging. Her head kept turning so she could monitor the door between the main entrance and Master Z’s office. It was the door to the Masters’—and Mistresses’—area where they kept lockers with their clothing…and their gear.
“Well…” Galen considered, never releasing her hair. He slid a finger inside her, in and out, slowly. Wonderfully. She trembled as her need kicked up a notch. His lips curved. “I was ready for bed before this little subbie interrupted me. I’m still pretty tired. How about you, bro?”
He was calling Vance bro a lot now. That was so cool.
Vance derailed that thought by saying, “Exhausted. If she has this much energy, she should have to do some work.”
“Ayuh.” When Galen’s eyes darkened to pure black lava, Sally knew she’d do anything he wanted. “Run to the cabana and fetch a condom and lube for me, pet. Pick out a waterproof bullet vibe as well.”
She gaped at him. They hadn’t used a vibrator on her before. “I… Yes, Sir.”
They released her, and she shivered as the cool water slid where their warm hands had been. Vance lifted her out of the water and onto the side.
When she returned, Vance still stood in the water.
In the corner of the pool, Galen reclined on the concrete stairs with a chair cushion behind his back. The water bobbed around the base of his very erect shaft.
“A cock sticking up out of the water? It looks so perverted.” She handed him the lube and condom and vibe.
He grinned. “Guess you’d better hide it.” He twirled his finger in a circle for her to turn.
“Excuse me?” He didn’t want her to straddle him?
Galen rolled on a condom and thickly lubed it. “No questions. Sit on me, Sally.”
But. That meant he’d take her ass…now? From that angle? Her feet didn’t move.
With firm hands on her shoulders, Vance turned her around and guided her up a step so she stood between Galen’s legs. “Bend your knees, sweetheart.”
Why did this feel so much less…controlled? As she complied, Vance pulled her butt cheeks apart, and she felt Galen’s cock press on her asshole.
Ouch! She tried to stand, but Vance was bent over her, a barrier to escape.
Galen guided himself in, working past the ring of muscle. Slowly. They were always careful, but… Oh. My. God.
The position was different, and she hadn’t come a couple of times first. “What are you doing? I don’t like this.”
“Ah, but we do,” Vance said. His mouth tipped up slightly, but his gaze was that of a Dom, reminding her that sometimes a submissive was pampered and sometimes she was…not.
The world shifted around her, and she stopped struggling.
Galen’s cock slid in all the way. Stretching. Burning. Yet, the knowledge of being controlled, taken, impaled, was so decadently wicked that it almost sent her over.
“Imp, you feel very, very good.” He gripped her shoulders, pulling her until her back met his chest. He rubbed his cheek against hers, and his beard stubble was scratchy. Sexy.
The water in the pool splashed over the very bottom of her butt cheeks, leaving the rest of her out of the water.
She jumped when Vance spread her legs open before stepping between them. He put an arm under each knee. Lifting. Forcing her down on Galen even farther, sending a quaking sensation through her. So full…
Galen wrapped an arm around the outside of her left elbow and across her waist, immobilizing her. His other arm went on the outside of her other elbow, and his hand settled on her breast. “She’s all pinned down—ready for you, bro.”
He pinched her nipple.
The sensation was almost too much, and she whined.
“God, I like when she clenches,” Galen muttered. “You planning to stand there all night?”
“I want a taste first. See if I can make her squirm on your dick,” Vance said. He put her legs over his shoulders and lowered his head.
At the slide of his hot tongue over her engorged clit, everything inside her contracted…around Galen’s thick shaft. “Aaaaah.” And she couldn’t keep from wiggling as Vance’s tongue teased her with little flicks.
“Didn’t take you long,” Galen said. He groaned, holding her tightly enough that only her hips could move. Slowly he rolled her nipple between his thumb and fingers, and another layer of sensation built on top of the others. She started to shake.
With his thumbs, Vance pulled her labia apart. He settled his mouth over her clit. Hot, hot, and so wet. Pausing, he gripped her hips and lifted her, pulling her almost off Galen’s erection.
The slide of the thick shaft leaving her ass was an exquisite torment, and then Vance ruthlessly rubbed his tongue over her clit. Like cotton candy being formed, sensation whipped around inside her, catching and building. She was close to coming, shockingly close.
With a low laugh, Vance pushed her down firmly on Galen’s cock, and she gasped with the stretch and slide. The wave of sensation sent her—
Vance lifted his head.
“Noooo.”
A cruel pinch on her nipple made her struggle. The iron-like arm around her waist tightened. Galen’s breath touched her ear. “You get only what we give you, pet. And you take everything we give you.”
Her clit was throbbing. Needing. And yet, she had a moment to worry about that ominous-sounding everything.
Vance grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs up almost to her head. Afraid she might hurt his healing back, she didn’t struggle at all.
His hands were big enough that he needed only one to restrain her ankles and hold her legs high, making her bottom fully accessible. With his other hand, he guided himself to her entrance and pressed in. Slow. Powerful. Putting pressure against…everything, especially where Galen filled her already. Nerve after nerve seared straight into flame as Vance continued, absolutely unstoppable until both cocks filled her completely.
God, with her legs pushed up over her head, she was past full. She could only moan at the overwhelming, uncomfortable—amazing—sensation.
From behind, Galen still had her arms pinned to her sides. Her legs were pushed up, leaving her ass completely at their mercy. She couldn’t do anything.
By tilting his hips, Galen started sliding in and out in small, fast thrusts. Not even trying to coordinate with him, Vance pulled out very slowly and thrust in deep and hard. Very hard. Over and over.
The erratic combination of cocks was splitting her mind in two, leaving her nothing to focus on as the sensations bombarded her.
She felt Galen’s hand ease downward, past where Vance was pushing her thighs against her stomach, between them, over her lower pelvis, and onto her mound. It took a second to realize his fingers were vibrating.
He had the vibe between his fingers.
Too much. If he put that on her clit, she’d die. She bucked violently. “I can’t. Don’t.”
They stopped. But not to help her. Vance tightened his hand on her hip—forcing her bottom to be still.
Keeping the vibe above her clit, Galen put his other hand over her throat. Gently. Carefully. Firmly. “Lie back and don’t move,” he said, and the slight pressure on her throat served as his warning.
He wouldn’t cut off her air. She knew that—and yet, with his hand there, with the primitive fear, her body…succumbed. Submitted completely. Her head fell back against his shoulder; her hands lay flaccid in the water.
“Very nice,” he murmured. “Stay just like that.” And he slid the vibrator the last two inches to her clit. The whirring vibrations did nothing for a second, and then the ball of nerves sprang toward an excruciating peak. Her insides clenched.
“I like that.” With a rumbled laugh, Vance pulled out and thrust in hard, hard, hard. Stretching and hammering, even as Galen’s shaft pistoned into her asshole.
Everything inside her clamped down. Like two hands, her muscles fisted around the two penetrating cocks. The vibrator drove her higher; each thrust sent her closer, and even without Galen’s hand on her throat, her breathing stopped. Her muscles froze. Every nerve halted.
She hung there on the pinnacle, almost…just almost. And then Vance rotated his hips, his cock slamming in short, rapid movements against a different area.
Galen drove in powerfully. Yanked back. Thrust in again.
And she came in massive waves of sensation.
She came. Screaming and bucking and flailing.
She came, as the men laughed and took her and took her and took her.
Chapter Twenty-One
The Shadowlands was just starting to rev to life. With a sigh of exhaustion, Sally settled into a chair in a quiet part of the room. God, after the long, long night before, she was tired—and her body still hummed with satisfaction. Demon Doms.
Amazing Doms.
Okay, focus. She tipped her chair slightly, so she could watch the happenings and hopefully not be noticed.
She spotted Rainie. The trainee was at the bar, donning a starchy bib apron. Since she hadn’t worn anything on top, her heavy breasts swayed in and out of concealment of the ruffles running up the sides to the straps.
In a tight dark red latex skirt and bandanna-style top, Uzuri was arranging a munchie table that didn’t need any arranging. Her head kept turning so she could monitor the door between the main entrance and Master Z’s office. It was the door to the Masters’—and Mistresses’—area where they kept lockers with their clothing…and their gear.
