
The Promise
In the heat of passion, Peter tricks Jillian into making a promise to participate in a week of sexual adventure with him and his best friend, Sean. Jillian has been very attracted to both men for a long time but questions the propriety of such a relationship and also wonders how two gorgeous men could be so attracted to her.
Peter and Sean want far more than just sex with Jillian. They want her with them forever, and are determined to persuade her to keep the promise she made. A careless action, also made in the heat of passion, will take the final decision out of all of their hands and decide the future for them all.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/QuatreLength: 43,244 words
THE PROMISE
Allyson Young
MENAGE AMOUR
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For another Jilly, who honoured her own promise.
THE PROMISE
ALLYSON YOUNG
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Jillian startled awake. She stared around the bedroom, disoriented, and for a moment had no idea where she was. This wasn't like her, just as the vague headache and dry mouth that signaled a hangover wasn't like her, at least not since college. What the hell had happened? What had she done?
She became aware that she was naked under the sheet and duvet, and how tender her breasts were, as well as the area in between her legs. Jillian touched those lips and felt the swollen contours. Oh Christ, she had fucked Peter. No, please, no. She covered her face with her hands and rolled into a ball, now struggling to deny the memories that flooded in.
They had finished the presentation to the client last evening, and the euphoria of gaining the contract after months and months of long hours and hard work in close quarters made the team positively giddy. They had gone out for a late meal and a few drinks. Jillian had perfect recall now. She and Peter had been sparking off of one another during the whole process of the agency vying for that account. The attraction was something she had resolutely forced to the back of her mind. One of her talents was total focus and commitment, and she had come too far in the man's world of advertising to let chemistry interfere in her career. Plus, the chemistry hadn't only been with Peter, the rep responsible for double-checking every nuance and style of the proposal. Mr. Quality Control. But she didn't want to think about the other reason for the chemistry.
Peter was gorgeous, no doubt about it, and totally hot. He was maybe eight inches taller than her five-six, and Jillian groaned inwardly at another eight inches she had become quite closely acquainted with if memory served, and it did, quite well. His thick hair, shot through with all manner of shades of blond, screamed for a woman's fingers to run through it before she stroked down his sculpted face to touch his firm, sensuous lips while she got lost in his navy-blue eyes. Good grief. Get a grip, get a grip.
Jillian now knew that Peter's torso was nicely muscled and his chest lightly sprinkled with soft blond hair. His back was broad and smooth, his spine a joy to stroke. She was lost in a daydream despite what she had done, opening a door she wasn't sure she could close again. Peter's legs were long, his thighs lean and muscled, and his ass perfect, not too large, not too small. Jillian didn't want to think too much about the iron velvet of his cock. He also smelled wonderful, just like the sheets and the pillow her head rested on. It was a nice citrusy yet woodsy smell. Jillian sat up and struggled off the huge bed, wincing as her feet hit the cold hardwood. She ached from head to toe, albeit in a good way, a satisfyingly tired way.
Where were her clothes? There were no signs of anything that belonged to her, no jewelry, no shoes, nothing. Jillian made her way to the bathroom adjoining the bedroom. Nothing of hers in there either, although a new toothbrush and paste was set on the counter. Jillian cleaned her teeth quickly, trying not to look in the mirror, then took the plunge. Oh my God. Her hair was a massive cloud around her face and shoulders, and her scalp felt tender. Jillian remembered Peter holding her head captive with both fists in her locks, guiding the movements of her mouth over his cock. The whisker burn on her cheeks and chin did nothing to draw attention away from her swollen mouth. The love bites and whisker burn on her breasts caught her eye next, and she carefully reached between her legs to part her labia. Yup. Peter had put that full eight inches to prolonged and punishing use there, too. There was no real residual stickiness between her thighs, and Jillian breathed a sigh of relief as she figured that he must have used a condom. Or ten. She had been on her back, her knees, her belly, and on top. Ride 'em cowgirl. The colour rose in her face, clear up from the top of her breasts as she recalled some of the arousing, praising comments he had made and her own pleas for more, harder, not to mention the screaming orgasms.
Time to go. Must find clothes. Even her thoughts were disjointed today, but Jillian had a single-minded focus. Get the hell out of Dodge. She had promised Peter something last night in a strangely lucid moment, and, despite her innate honesty, was about to renege. Before the other "shoe" dropped.
Jillian wound a bath sheet around her body after using the toilet and splashing water on her face. She would go home in a cab wearing the towel if need be, so great was her desperation to flee. She made her way through the condo, following the smell of coffee. Peter stood in the kitchen, his back to her, working at the stove. Jillian's mouth watered, and not at the enticing smell of frying bacon. He looked positively wonderful, wearing only a pair of cutoff pajama pants, the fabric draping across his impressive, tight ass. His back and shoulders were as broad as she remembered, and even his large bare feet were sexy. The pink scratches on his back pulled matching color to her cheeks.
Peter turned to face her and cocked a brow. "Morning, Jilly. Breakfast is nearly ready."
Jillian swallowed and took a deep breath, trying not to look at his crotch and certainly not looking at the red love bites scattered across his chest and neck. "Good morning, Peter. I'm not hungry. Actually, I would like to know where my clothes, purse and car keys are."
Peter smiled at her, a dark, knowing smile. "Has someone forgotten her promise?" he asked.
Jillian thought fast and rejected denying any memory. Peter was too good to fall for that one. "I'm reneging," she announced.
Peter shook his head and said, "You aren't, sweetheart. We have a week off work because of the Penney account, and we are holding you to your promise. Today is day one."
Jillian quaked and fought not to show it. She tried a tentative smile and tried harder to ignore the "we" in his announcement.
"I can't, Peter, and neither should you, and...well, none of us can afford this type of involvement and continue to work together. It will get awkward."
"We'll be in the same firm, but it's unlikely that we'll all be working the same account together again. There's too much work to go around. And it really doesn't matter. You promised," Peter assured her.
He set the fork down and moved toward her, caging her against the wall as she tried to retreat. Jillian fought down her panic and arousal and made a determined effort not to show either.
Peter hid his worry with equal skill. He and Sean had been pursuing this beautiful, sexy, intelligent, driven woman for months. The chemistry between them had been electric, and despite Jillian's arm's length approach, for she knew better how to work than play, the acquisition of the Penney account had forged both a bond and an opportunity. Peter had coaxed the promise from her in a weak moment, with Jilly sated and exhausted yet begging for her sixth orgasm of the night, but Peter wasn't playing by any fair rules of combat. He wouldn't keep her there by force, but she didn't know that. Sean would soon be over, and then Jilly would hopefully be too overwhelmed by passion to break her promise. Sean was much darker and more forceful than he was, and he needed his buddy to help.
Peter hooked a finger in the top of the towel, right between her breasts, and pulled her to him. Jillian fought to retain the towel, but he sensed that already her body was responding to him. When he slanted his mouth across hers, the towel slipped to the floor between them, forgotten. Panting, Jillian broke away from him and pushed ineffectually at his chest. Peter stroked her hair away from her face then turned her in his arms, walking her out of the kitchen and down the hallway. Jillian tried to set her feet, but his superior height and weight inexorably moved her along.
"Wait. What are you doing?" she protested.
Peter smiled against the top of her head. "Go take a shower while I finish making breakfast, sweetheart," he said and pushed her into the bathroom, tossing in the towel after her and closing the door on temptation.
Jillian had the pale, clear, milky skin of the true redhead, and it shone, nearly translucent and pure. Her entire curvy body was like that, blemish-free except for a tiny mole high on the inside of her right thigh, just below her pussy. Peter's mouth watered with the anticipation of showing it to Sean. Unusual turquoise eyes, slanted slightly upward at the corners and framed with thick, black lashes, had drawn him first, hell, had mesmerized him. The mass of titian-red hair, always confined to severe chignons at work, made it all the more glorious when it was released to stream down her back and over her breasts, the myriad of shades breathtaking. He loved to wrap his fingers in it. The red flame of curls at her sex was so sexy, too, although Peter expected Sean would have them gone pretty quickly.
Remembering the feel of her silky skin, those firm breasts tipped in an unusual pink and coral shade, and the way her buttocks swayed nearly undid his resolve to wait for Sean. He wanted to see the blush of passion rise from Jillian's breasts and up over her throat again soon. Peter leaned against the wall staring at the closed bathroom door, listening for the sound of the shower to kick on. He so wanted to bathe her, but knew his limits. None of them would get to eat breakfast, and Jilly was going to need her strength. He returned to the kitchen to find Sean poking at the bacon.
"I didn't hear you come in," he commented.
Sean turned to face him and offered, "I'd hate to think you were fucking our woman again. I'm rethinking last night already. I should have come over, even if it was late. You should have called me."
Peter shrugged. "We talked about this, Sean, many times, and the opportunity finally arose. If I had waited for you to get your shit organized, we might have lost that opportunity."
"You could have called me in between sessions, buddy," Sean said, "and not hogged her for yourself."
Peter sighed. He and Sean shared women almost all the time, and this was the first time there had ever been a hint of jealousy. He acknowledged that it would have been better to introduce Jillian to their lifestyle and expectations up front, but Sean had had to rush off and deal with some minor glitch from work, missing Jillian's overindulgence with alcohol and subsequent agreement to a night of sexual celebration. Lawyers. To tell the truth, Peter had never found a minute to call Sean, because Jilly had kept him so occupied. He could have used Sean's expertise and the extra pair of hands, not to mention his mouth and his cock. Jilly was everything they had hoped for in bed.
"Sorry, Sean. There was no in between."
Sean's eyes narrowed then flared with lust. "Really?"
"Really."
Sean stretched like a big cat and flexed his hands. "Where is our honey now?"
"I sent her to shower as a distraction. She was looking to find her stuff and clear out of here before you arrived or I got sexual with her again," answered Peter.
Sean glowered at him. "I thought she promised us this week?" he muttered.
"She did," answered Peter, "but she got scared in the cold light of day, I'm sure."
"Well, that's too bad," said Sean, "because we don't allow anyone to go back on a promise. She'll soon understand that and be happy we didn't allow her to do so. Besides, we've agreed that she is the one. No more dating, searching for a woman who won't just fuck us together but will be willing to stay with us."
Peter smiled back at his friend. "We're going to have breakfast, and then Jilly is going to learn what we like."
Chapter Two
Jillian wiped the steam from the mirror and rubbed her hair vigorously with a hand towel. The bath sheet wrapped right around her, but she wasn't fooled by the hint of armor. Sean would soon be here if he wasn't already, and she was scared silly, despite the arousal she fought pooling between her legs.
Peter had sweet-talked her into a night of sexual excess. With her defenses down, tumbled by the euphoria of gaining the lucrative account and too many margaritas, Jillian had gone along with the plan, the erotic things he had crooned into her ear right in the middle of her coworkers turning her on beyond belief. He hadn't waited for the door of the condo to close before he was on her like white on rice, pulling her hair out of its chignon, eating at her lips, and stealing the breath right out of her body. To be honest, she had been pulling at his suit jacket in a frenzy to get it off and flinched to remember how she had yanked his shirt open so hard that the buttons popped and flew across the room to plink against the furniture and the floor. Peter had stripped her efficiently and lost his pants and shoes and socks without any help from her, and they had rolled down the wall to the floor. The cool texture hadn't cooled her off at all, and she'd arched into Peter, seeking his cock.
Jillian's memories of the previous night kind of flowed into one another after that. Peter had chuckled against her breasts, lapping and nipping at her before testing her wetness with a finger. She didn't know how he got the condom on or his boxers off, but he had plunged into her right away, with no further preliminaries, stealing her breath again, stroking and pumping until she came hard on him. They had somehow found their way to the bedroom, where Peter had splayed her at the edge of the bed and explored her pussy with his fingers and mouth. The second and third orgasms, hard on the heels of the first, had actually hurt in their intensity, a good pain, sobering her but never making her question if she was doing something she would regret. Not then.
She had sucked him off twice. The first time he had pulled out of her mouth and ejaculated over her breasts, marking her to his satisfaction, and the second time, she had swallowed him down, something she rarely did and didn't like. With Peter it was different. The actual sex hadn't seemed vanilla either. He had set her down on top of him, holding her hips and forcing the cadence while sucking and biting her nipples as she leaned over him, her hair stroking and shadowing his face. She couldn't see his eyes, and she remembered wishing she could read him better. She had climaxed in that position, too, as well as when he had rolled her under him and pounded her into the mattress, biting down on her neck where it joined her shoulder. But the other time, the one that had elicited the promise, that famous, regrettable promise, was when she was on her belly, her bottom half propped up on pillows, the lights on so Peter could see everything. That time had been explosive.
Peter had her positioned to his liking while being careful of her comfort. He had lubed up her anus and played with her gently, relaxing her before inserting a fingertip. By the time he had pushed in another to join the first and began to scissor them, stretching her, Jillian had overcome her discomfort and embarrassment. Her clitoris had stood out from its protective hood in response to his touch and dirty sex talk, and her pussy had been so wet. The small plug he had pushed in caught her breath, but she had rocked back to meet it and the blooming pain was totally overwhelmed with such pleasure that Jillian nearly came with it. Peter had then kissed her buttocks and licked her between her legs before pushing his big cock inside her. She had felt so full and so wanton and heard herself begging for something, anything. He had slipped his hands beneath her and lifted her onto his spread thighs, squeezing her breasts with his big hands, hard, almost to the point of pain.
Then he had simply waited. Jillian tried to rock against him, to move somehow, but to no avail. Peter had nibbled and nipped at her shoulder again, and the shivers pulsed to her clit. Her poor button just needed a touch, a press, a rub, anything. But Peter had waited until Jillian asked him why. And he had told her. He painted such an erotic picture for her. He told her that he and Sean took women to the absolute heights of ecstasy and how they did it. He asked her if she could imagine it, and she certainly had been able to and hadn't been shy about saying so. In graphic, mortifying dialogue. Peter asked her if she would like to try, as he kneaded her breasts and flexed his hips into her, bumping the butt plug and causing his penis to push against that spot high inside her. She would have said yes to almost anything by then and nearly sobbed out her compliance, not hesitating when he told her they would make good use of the week they had been given off work as part of their bonus. Peter had fucked her senseless then, and the combination of his cock sharing close quarters with the plug and the fact that his hand somehow snuck up on her clit and pinched it, well, she had fallen off the cliff. She hadn't woken again until morning. Come to think of it, the butt plug had been removed, and for sure she didn't remember that part. But now here she was, having made a promise that had been extricated from her under sensual torture, trying to find a way out of her predicament. Because, even considering how amazing last night was, Jillian knew she couldn't do two men, especially together, and Peter was already too close to getting another piece of her. Sean might want his piece. Jillian was afraid of losing her heart. She had never felt this way about a man before, and the scary feeling applied to both Sean and Peter. She had fought the knowledge for months, sublimating it.
Jillian hadn't dated seriously in years, and relationships never worked out for her anyhow. The men she had been with in the past found her too abrasive, too driven, too much like them. She was proud of her ability to work long, hard hours and focus on the job, but it seemed that those other men preferred softer, sweeter, less competitive women. She wasn't thin, either, and her curves made her self-conscious. She worked hard at dressing to minimize her large breasts and booty, believing that they detracted from her professionalism. Jillian liked sex, and had gotten her fair share in college, but had been in a dry spell the past few years, not finding the time or inclination to have a life away from work that included sex and relationships. She had come to accept that her career would sustain her through the future years of her life, and until the Penney account, Jillian had been able to ignore her body's sexual needs, and her reserve and attitude effectively kept men at bay. She had convinced herself that she would also be able to move past the attraction both Sean and Peter held for her. Last night had severely threatened her resistance, and her head and society's rules told her forget it, forget them, or choose between them. Except there probably wasn't going to be a choice. She was kidding herself to think she could have either of them for any length of time. They were likely playing with her, and in contrast she felt deadly serious about them.
Jillian sighed and straightened to her full height, squaring her shoulders, and headed to the kitchen to do battle, fully aware of her poorly defended position, but never a quitter. She stopped, frozen in the doorway, as the first thing she saw was the other shoe. Sean, looking delectable in faded jeans and a tight, black T-shirt stretched across his formidable pectorals and shoulders, was already here. Even his abs looked sculpted. Her eyes resolutely traveled up to his face in profile, for neither he nor Peter had seen her yet, intent on transferring food from stove to counter. Sean was shaven totally bald and had a beautifully shaped head, high cheekbones, a blade of a nose, and dark-brown eyes. Eyes the colour of bitter chocolate. His mouth was as sensuous as Peter's, if wider and harder. Jillian was drawn to his hands, big, competent hands, with long, sensitive fingers. She shook herself out of her mental lapse, and the movement drew Sean's attention. Sean's eyes met hers with dark arousal, and she thought he might just have read her thoughts before her poker face came on. She watched a smile stretch across his face and then was stripped by his look as he leisurely examined her from head to toe.
"Morning, babe," he said silkily. "Sorry I missed last night."
Jillian fought her blush with limited success and tossed her hair back. She wished she hadn't done it when Sean came up on point like a bird dog and moved toward her. She put her hands up, and they hit his hard chest with such force that she took two steps back. Sean leaned down and captured her lips with his, and Jillian nearly forgot her good intentions. It took a couple of minutes to wrest her mouth away, and then she slipped to his side and made it to the counter without touching him again.
"We need to talk, guys, now," she announced, hating the small tremor in her voice.
Peter reached to hook the towel, and she shimmied away from him, backing right into Sean, who wrapped his arms around her waist and bent to nuzzle her neck right at that same point where it joined her shoulder and made her crazy for his touch. Peter pressed against her front, pushing a thigh between her legs and lifting her on it. She felt Sean's hard length poking into the small of her back, matching the one Peter sported under his pajama pants, and she couldn't get a deep breath to protest. The towel began to slip, and she grabbed for it, only to have Sean capture both wrists while Peter pulled it away and dropped it on a stool. The feeling of Peter's muscled thigh against her now really damp sex, Sean's mouth on her shoulder, and then Peter pinching and twisting her nipples pushed Jillian near the brink.
"Stop," she moaned. "Please, stop. I can't think while you're touching me."
"You think too much, babe," murmured Sean as he licked up her neck and down again. "You taste as good as I thought you would."
Peter chuckled and continued to rock her on his thigh, her labia actually making little wet sounds against him now. He pulled her breasts upward by the nipples, the little spike of pain pushing her higher. Sean transferred her wrists to one of his big hands and found the nub of her sex unerringly with his finger and thumb. He pinched it, and Jillian went over, her legs softening, held up by the two men pleasuring her. Sean caught her up and sat her on the towel but grabbed her wrists again when she tried to cover herself.
"No, Jilly," he ordered, "you don't need anything to cover that great body. We want to be able to look at you and touch you whenever we like. Nobody else is here, so you'll be fine."
Jillian set her jaw and glowered at him. "Since when do you tell me what to do, lawyer boy?"
"Since you promised Peter and I a week, babe. And if you continue to resist or breach the contract, there will be consequences, I promise you."
Jillian looked at him assessingly then pushed off the stool, grabbing up the towel to wrap it around her. "Not only are you bossy, you must need glasses, too. I'm quite aware of my non-runway-model status, thanks."
Things seemed to happen in a flash after that. Sean shoved his shoulder into her stomach and straightened up with her, and the next thing he was striding down the hall. She flailed at his back with her fists, and he slapped her butt, hard, never saying a word or issuing another warning.
Peter smiled to himself. He knew Jilly wouldn't obey nor comply easily, so this was going to get very interesting. He contemplated the utensils in the container on the counter and selected a large rubber spatula. He filled a small bowl with ice, covering it with a cloth. Then he followed the shrieks and screams. Breakfast would get cold, but all for a good cause. He entered the bedroom and beheld Jillian's delightful bottom raised high, compliments of several pillows under her belly, her arms secured at the wrist to the headboard of the king-size bed. Sean was in the process of tying her ankles to the footboard, spreading her legs wide, keeping her bucking, struggling form under control with one hand as he slipped a foot into the soft velvet loop. Peter admired the view as he set the bowl of ice down and handed Sean the spatula. Sitting near Jilly's head, Peter swept her hair up and away from her face, dropping a kiss on her temple. He jerked back from her snapping teeth and burst into laughter.
Sean grinned at him and said, "Jillian hasn't learned how to obey those of us in charge, buddy. And maybe we should be gagging her, too, to protect us from those pearly whites."
Jillian's threats were nearly incoherent with rage and indignation, but the personal epithets were clearly audible. Peter watched Sean shift from amused to darkly dangerous in a second. He cracked her across the ass with the kitchen utensil and swiftly got her attention. Jillian went silent and very tense. Sean ran his tongue across the pale pink welt he had raised, and she shivered, trying to clench her buttocks and close her thighs against him. He slipped his fingers between her labia and pushed the lips open, exposing her vaginal opening and the area around her clit. Then he slid those digits up and pressed against her anus. Jillian shivered again and ordered, in a cold, stern voice, that he stop, that they untie her. The juices soaking her thighs belied her tone.
"You'll get five more smacks as punishment for disobeying in the kitchen, babe, but more than that, the smacks are to remind you that we will never let you put yourself down," Sean stated flatly. "And I suspect that Peter is going to explain to you that biting isn't allowed either."
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.
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.
Sean slipped a fingertip inside her vagina. "Still sore, babe?" he asked.
"No, I think the soak helped," she replied.
"Good." That one word from both men in unison nearly made Jillian laugh, except Sean was pushing into her anus and asking the same question.
"I don't know about this, Sean," she said hesitantly. "I've never done anal before except maybe a little pressure, and I don't like any kind of hurt. Uh, Peter put a plug into me last night, and it was pretty uncomfortable, and I'd had too many margaritas..."
"Babe, you're going to have to let us get you ready here," Sean answered inflexibly. "We wouldn't ask it of you if it wouldn't make you feel really good."
"And I suppose your pleasure is secondary," she said dryly.
Sean flushed a little but answered her honestly. "I like fucking ass, and so does Peter, although he likes fucking mouths more, second only to pussy. But believe me when I say that most women really get off on anal sex, especially if it means double penetration. If it's done right. Although I actually prefer fucking the right woman's pussy."
Jillian couldn't hold his gaze. She thought she knew what he was trying to say, and she wasn't ready for that. Men didn't usually stick around when they really got to know her and met the full force of her personality, so Sean might not prove to be different. Instead, she thought about the anal sex.
"If I don't like it, will you stop?"
"Of course," assured Sean.
"Yes, absolutely," added Peter.
Sean then spoiled it by saying, "But you won't tell us to stop."
Chapter Four
Jillian was lifted from the tub and dried off like she was a child. It felt caring yet a bit undermining to her. Peter seemed to read her mind, kissing her temple and murmuring how they liked to take care of their women. So then she felt a bite of what suspiciously felt like jealousy. God, her emotions were as unsettled as the weather. Never mind that Sean used the soft nap of the towel between her legs with such effect or that Peter rubbed her nipples into sharp points.
Her thoughts stuttered to a halt when Sean held up a tube of lube and Peter handed him a butt plug. Both men gave her gentle smiles of encouragement, so Jillian took a deep breath and went with them into the bedroom, climbing up on the high bed without protest and settling across the aligned pillows to lift her bottom high in the air for the second time that day! Peter smoothed his hand down her back from shoulder to ass, over and over until she relaxed into his caress. She felt the nozzle of the lubricant press against her anus, and she struggled not to clench as Sean crooned his approval. The press of his finger was harder to relax into, but she managed it and in a little while accepted another digit pressing in. The fact that Peter's other hand had found its way under her and was now circling and rubbing her clit helped considerably, giving her something else to concentrate on. He picked up the pace as Sean withdrew his fingers and began to insert the bigger plug that initially felt like such a huge invasion of her untried entrance, when her orgasm peaked. Peter thrust his fingers into her vagina, and Jillian clenched hard on him and the plug, going over again. Sean kissed her on either butt cheek then nipped her, his tongue flicking out to sooth the tiny pain.
With hardly a pause, Peter rolled her lie on top of him, but facing his feet. He slid his cock up and down her cleft, and Sean helped her lift up to settle over Peter and impale herself on him inch by inch until she had fully taken him. Jillian felt really full, and it took a moment to adjust before she realized Sean was kneeling in front of her, his erection poking toward her mouth.
"Open, babe."
Jillian obediently opened her mouth, and Sean pushed inside. He grabbed her hands when she would have held the base of his cock, and set them down by her hips.
"Keep them there, or I'll tie them behind your back, understand? I won't give you any more than you can take."
Her mouth quite full, Jillian nodded around him, tilting her head back to lock eyes with him.
"Peter is going to rock you on his cock, and you're going to just ride him, no moving, no clenching, no touching yourself until you're told to do so. I'm going to fuck your mouth while you keep your lips tight around me and use that tongue. Keep looking at me the whole time. If you don't do as you're told, there will be consequences, Jillian. We are in charge, remember, and will see to your pleasure."
Peter began to move, and Sean thrust forcibly into her mouth on Peter's backward movement. Jillian found the rhythm but wanted to grab onto somebody just to ground herself. She tentatively reached out for Sean's upper thighs, and he immediately stopped, pulling from her mouth and leaving her strangely bereft. He reached into the bedside table and pulled out another velvet tie. Without comment, he secured her hands at her back then bent to stare into her face.
"How are you going to get yourself off now, babe, if we needed an extra hand?" he asked. "You needed to trust us with your balance and your pleasure. Now it's just about us. So do the job well and there won't be a penalty for disobeying."
Jillian felt mutinous and opened her mouth to challenge him. Sean took the opportunity to push inside again, and Jillian felt Peter set the pace. She liked the sensation of pleasuring them both at the same time, especially when Peter gently twisted the butt plug and it stimulated her further where his cock pressed against it through the thin membrane separating the two unyielding objects. Sean tasted fine, and she reveled in the power she felt over him as he wound his hands into her hair to keep his strokes from faltering as he crept closer to climax. Mindful of the penalty she might face, Jillian concentrated on getting him off and tried to avoid reaching for her own release, courtesy of Peter's talented movements, lest it break her focus. Sean broke first instead, against the back of her throat, and she frantically swallowed against him, relishing his groans, loving the way his face drew taut and his eyes went black. She delicately lapped him clean as he withdrew, savoring his taste. Peter picked up the pace, and Sean reached down to pinch and twist both of her nipples. The unexpected sharp pain pulsed down to her pussy, and Jillian came suddenly, if not with the intensity of her previous orgasms, and closed her eyes to better enjoy it. Peter jerked in concert, and she felt him begin to soften within her.
Sean brooded above, pulling her off of Peter and laying her on her side, grasping the plug to pull it partway out and then reinsert it several times. Jillian gasped at the motion and wondered at the connection to her throbbing clit.
"I can't wait to take you there, babe. You'll be moving up to a bigger plug this afternoon," he stated.
Jillian protested, and he stopped her words with another mind-blowing kiss. Peter disposed of the condom and surveyed them both.
"Who's up for Scrabble?" he asked. "Largest number of points gets to choose the next group activity. Oh, and Jillian, leave the plug in for a bit. You need to be stretched."
Jillian choked back her groan both at the thought of leaving the butt plug in and also at the idea of a board game but then felt her lips twitch into a sly smile. They were so going down. She was an ace at Scrabble and could beat anyone she knew. She idly wondered if watching her two men get it on would do it for her, or if it was enough to just put them through her paces for a change. She managed not to rub her hands together, just moved past Sean and made her way into the bathroom to freshen up and prepare to take charge.
Once Jillian disappeared from view and he could tear his gaze from the butt plug nestled in the crack of her ass, Sean stared at Peter. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" he asked. "As far as I'm concerned, spell-check is the best thing ever, and if memory serves, you aren't that far behind in its use! Jillian is going to kick our collective ass."
Peter shook his head and replied, "We both read everything and have a good command of the English language. And who said spelling counts? I'm sure we can tag team our woman, Sean, or maybe you're already whipped."
Sean punched Peter in the shoulder at his remark then surprised the hell out of both of them with his response. "I am whipped, buddy, and if Jillian figures that out, we're both so done for."
Peter again shook his head. "Me, too. She is all I hoped for and then some. Let's make the absolute best of the time we have left and bind her to us."
"Oh, there's going to be binding, Peter. You'd just better hope it isn't us getting bound."
Chapter Five
The three of them sat around the table in the dining room, and Jillian recognized their strategy immediately, countering it with her own. She was perched on a pillow for some comfort, considering that nasty plug, and was naked to boot. She still felt that her body wasn't up to standards, although the hot looks she got from both men challenged her assumption. But on with the game and victory. It didn't matter if they said spelling didn't count. She could put words together for massive points either way, and what they didn't seem to understand yet was that the words she constructed might be spelled correctly or not. If they didn't know, then more power to her. Even the distracting looks and sly caresses didn't tip the scales in their favor. Hell hath no fury or whatever the quote, Jillian was that bitch from hell these guys had probably been told to watch out for. Heh heh. Not that she hadn't really liked most of what they had done to her or demanded from her. It was just that she was used to being the boss and wanted to see if it could apply in the bedroom with these men, just a little. Nothing like keeping the other guy, or in her case, guys off guard. She might just get used to the sound of that. Guys. Her guys.
By the end of the game, Sean and Peter were shifting a bit uncomfortably in their prospective chairs. Jillian suspected that Sean felt like punching the crap out of Peter, and Peter was probably asking himself how stupid he could have been to have chosen a game like Scrabble. Why hadn't he chosen Checkers or even Snakes and Ladders? Because Scrabble seemed more cerebral, maybe. Hell, she didn't know, but now Jillian was the big winner. Yes!
"So winner gets to choose the next group activity," Jillian mused.
"Nobody likes a gloater, Jillian," Sean muttered.
"Maybe not, Sean, but it's my choice, and what's good for the goose..." Boy, she was sure into truisms. Although she thought maybe she had it backward. What did she know about geese, anyhow? Other than they were bad tempered and had long, hard...Oh crap, where was she going with that?
Peter wanted to close his eyes against the mischief on Jilly's face. Sean would kill him he was sure. Hopefully whatever Jilly had planned would make the death sweeter.
"Let's adjourn to the bedroom, guys," Jillian said sweetly, "so I can have a look at those special toys you have stashed in there. I'm sure I'll be inspired."
Peter padded after her swaying bottom, mute but aroused, the plug a direct arrow to her virgin ass, Sean right behind him. Peter was thinking ahead, the mention of toys reminding him of that big vibrating dildo with the double end. What the hell had Sean bought that for anyhow? They had toyed with the idea of having two women perform for them, but it hadn't felt right. Porn was one thing. They wanted one woman to perform on, not for. Sean was definitely going to kill him.
"Sit on the bed for a moment and rest your feet, boys," their little tormentor suggested as she rooted through the assortment of sex toys. She straightened from her position and turned to face them, removing the tantalizing view of her shadowed pussy between her ass cheeks and the end of the butt plug, and Peter sighed. Then he winced at the sight of a vibrator and really big plug.
"Were you thinking of pushing this up my ass, Sean?" she inquired sweetly.
Sean shook his head, looking almost intimidated. "Nope, that's way too big, Jillian. Really too big."
Jillian walked over to him and compared the plug to his penis, that, truth to be told, was hard, erect, and ready for action.
"Hmmm," she murmured, "not a lot of difference in size really. I think you are lying to me. Maybe Peter and I can practice with it on you so that I can understand the full effect before you shove that cock up me. What do you think, Peter?"
Peter didn't look at Sean, who didn't speak, but his face promised retribution. Oh God, what had they created? The little minx was really getting into their kink, and it promised to be a fine week. If he survived it.
"Peter?" Jillian prompted. "Or would you prefer we practice on you, seeing as I'm sure you want to shove your appendage where the sun don't shine, too."
Sean and Peter stared at one another, and Jillian burst into laughter. She laughed until the tears stood in her eyes.
"Seriously," she said. "If we are going to experiment over the next six days, then you are going to experience some new things, too. I know you like to be in charge, and I'm going to honour my promise to you and maybe fulfill every fantasy you have, if it doesn't hurt, but I might want equal time."
Sean was the first to speak. "Okay, babe, but then the gloves are off. We won't hurt you except for some erotic pain to increase and prolong your pleasure, just so you remember that you are in this full bore. And there are a couple of lines we won't cross."
Jillian waited, and Peter stared at Sean like he had never seen him before.
"I'm not fucking or blowing Peter, or jerking him off, period. I'll hand you toys, help you figure out how to use them, teach you how to restrain him, and I'm sure he'll repay the favor with me. He and I may do some incidental touching, like when he's fucking you from behind or is filling your ass and needs me to touch your clit or bring you off touching your breasts, or when we're both inside your pussy together, but that's it."
Peter just kept nodding his head, his cock at such attention and so hard he thought he might die from it. His cock bobbed right along with his head.
"Will you kiss one another?" Jillian asked quietly. "I'm not interested in watching you fuck one another in any way, but I've always wanted to see two good friends, two guys who like one another, heck, love one another in a purely friendly way, kiss."
Sean stared at her. "Maybe on day seven."
Peter figured he had been abducted by aliens and was in a parallel dimension. Christ, what a ride. What the hell.
"Okay," Jillian said, obviously getting with the program.
"Peter, get on the bed, in the middle. Sean, tie his hands and feet to the bed and put that strap across his belly."
Peter went along with the otherworlder's commands and allowed his best friend, who clearly had been brainwashed like one of those pod people, tie his sorry ass to the bed. He might have been able to wrench free, but he had installed the restraints himself with a view to some permanence. Crap.
Jillian examined the vibrator, turning it on through all the settings. She then looked at Sean and told him to pull a chair up beside Peter's hips and sit. Sean smiled evilly at Peter and did as she asked.
Jilly knee-walked up between his splayed legs and crouched over his cock. She blew across it, and Peter fought back a moan. She instantly engulfed him in her hot mouth, totally taking him off guard, and he tried to surge up, thwarted by the strap across his abdomen. Jillian sucked him hard and used her clever tongue, especially on the underside of his cock, tracing the vein and then swirling over the head. He let his appreciation show in his groans of pleasure and moved his hips as much as possible.
Jilly let him go with a distinct pop and turned to request that Sean pass her the lube. He panicked a little, and she soothed him with strokes down either side of his hips. When he relaxed, she sucked him to the root again, no teasing, just total suction, and swallowed against him. Peter fought against coming, wanting to prolong the pressure, the request for the lube reminding him to be cautious. He wished Sean hadn't shared how he liked to fuck mouths because somehow he knew Jillian had stored that little gem of knowledge away and was changing things up. Jillian sucked and swallowed in earnest, her hair brushing his balls as they drew up in preparation to blow. Then she slid a lubricated finger into his anus and stroked his prostate. The top of Peter's head blew off as he came in stream after stream. Jillian struggled to swallow it all, but some of his ejaculate spilled from the corners of her mouth as she released him and raised up to look him in the eye. Peter wondered how he had ever lived without her.
Sean thought he had never seen anything so erotic in his life, and it turned him on in a big way. He was jealous of what Jillian had done to Peter, although that was tempered by wariness of what she had in store for him. Somehow he thought she would be harder on him because he was more dominant than Peter. However, he had never backed down from a challenge, and he somehow knew whatever Jilly did, it would be pretty awesome in the end. He hoped.
Peter managed to change places with Sean, despite appearing boneless. Jillian helped him tie Sean to the bed and put a pillow under his buttocks. Sean's eyes narrowed when that happened. Jillian took a different approach with him, setting the vibrator down and crouching over him, lubing up her hands. She stroked him, gently at first, then with increasing force. She masturbated him much like he did himself. Women tended to be less aggressive when it came to touching men, but not Jillian. The hard, silky slide of her hands over him felt pretty damn good, but he couldn't relax into it and let go. She was going to pull something, and the little bit of trepidation increased his arousal. How quick she learned. He heard the vibe turn on, and then it was held against his cockhead. Fuck! How was it that he hadn't thought of that himself?
Jillian smiled at him. "I watched some porn at a hen party and always wanted to try this, Sean."
She maneuvered the vibe around and around the head of his cock and then up and down the underside. Sean felt pleasure close to pain and screwed his eyes shut against it. He jerked in shock when her lips came down to take just the head inside and swirl her tongue around, the vibe now tracing the vein on the underside of his shaft. Sean began to come from somewhere deep within him and then gave over with a shout as the vibe was pushed and held between his balls and anus. He saw stars and then opened his eyes to watch his woman wipe the back of her hand across a satisfied smile. If there had ever been a doubt, there was no longer. Jillian was for sure theirs. Forever.
The three of them stood in the shower stall, Jillian in the middle. Sean had gently removed the butt plug, and to her surprise, Jilly felt empty and aching. All parts were washed and washed again as their arousal built, although both Peter and Sean didn't seem quite up to snuff yet. She bet that neither was certain that giving her control was something they should do again, but on the other hand, it had turned out pretty well for both of them. Jillian got lost in her thoughts.
"Jillian." Sean brought her back to the present. "Time to hold you to your promise."
"Come on, sweetheart," Peter said. "Time to get you back to bed and move you up a size in the plug department."
Jillian didn't protest. She believed they wouldn't really hurt her and was already thinking ahead at trying her hand at applying plugs herself, although not up her own ass. Secretly she was stuck on the "inside of her pussy together" thing Sean had talked about, but she probably had misheard him.
Sean spoke in her ear as he wrapped her up in a big towel. "Before either Peter or I let you near our assholes with a plug, there's going to be a big price paid, up front."
Jillian shivered at how he read her thoughts and at the dark promise in his voice and saw Peter's equally dark smile from the corner of her eye. Bring it on, boys.
Peter did the honors this time, carefully lubricating her anus and the plug, inserting it gently while Sean watched. There were no distractions this time, and she felt the burn increase as she was stretched more, but the sight of Sean's intent face and Peter's equally fascinated one, reflected to her gaze by the mirror on the opposite wall, had her pushing back on the plug, wanting more. Their arousal intensified hers. This may have been about a week of no-holds-barred sex, but Jillian found herself wanting more, just as she had feared. The least she could do was take everything being offered and take as much as they would give her. She just hoped she would leave with her heart intact. They kept implying that this wasn't a short-term thing, but time would tell.
"Sweetheart?" Peter's voice interrupted her thoughts.
"Umm?" she responded.
"Something a little different now. You'll like it."
Uh-oh. That tone was a signal to her that something just might not be so much to her liking. Jillian stiffened. Sean slid under her and pushed her, with Peter's guidance, to her hands and knees, getting rid of the pillow. Peter secured her hands to the headboard and her ankles to the footboard, leaving her pussy suspended over Sean's mouth. This wasn't different. This was heaven, she thought, as Sean's tongue flirted into her folds and lashed her clit. Not different until Peter brought something long and hard down on her ass, tapping the end of the plug. Jillian shrieked and fought Sean's grip on her hips, unable to escape the blows as they drove her onto his tongue. The movement of the large plug, the heat and sting on her buttocks, and the torture of her clit had Jillian clenching and rolling, now arching back into the spanking. She heard whimpers and mewls that could only be coming from her as her orgasm built and built on her assaulted senses. Peter thrust three fingers up her vagina to add to the mix, and Jillian broke all over Sean's face. Even in her altered state, she felt him smile.
Sean moved out from under her and patted her ass. "Good one, babe?" he asked.
Jillian mumbled into the mattress. She heard drawers opening and closing as the men muttered about the pump, Sean accusing Peter of not putting things back where they belonged. She turned her head and tried to see them through the veil of her hair.
"Guys?" she asked. "Do you fuck a lot of women together?" Somehow she felt more sad than jealous, and it showed in her tone of voice.
Peter lay down beside her and kissed her cheek, her temple, and then her hair.
"We prefer sharing, honey, I won't lie," he answered, "but this is different, Jilly, really. Don't be sad. There's no need to be sad."
Sean stood beside the bed, silent, just staring at her. Finally he said, "No changing the past, babe. We didn't know you then, and that's the sad part."
Jillian felt more reassured by Sean's thoughtful response. He made no real attempts to placate her, although Peter was sweet. She just hoped it really was different.
Sean turned back to fumble in the other drawer and made a sound of satisfaction. "Found it."
"What?" Jillian asked.
"I'll show you, babe. You'll like it."
Right. Jillian felt him at her buttocks, and then the plug was jostled. She clenched on it, hearing an air-filled pumping sound, and then the plug increased in girth. Holy crap.
"What the hell are you doing?" she yelled. "Stop it. The plug is getting bigger and..." Jillian had to stop and breathe through the burn and the interesting little thrill.
"We're going to play a little game, babe. Of course the odds are totally stacked in our favor, just like Scrabble was in yours. Oh, don't think it wasn't obvious," Sean replied. "And then there's the lawyer boy crack to deal with. Speaking of cracks."
He ran his fingers up her cleft to capture her clit, pinching lightly and pulling it to stand alone from the surrounding flesh.
"Pass me another pillow, Peter. We want a nice view. And then I'll tie her ankles off halfway up the footboard."
Jillian was hoisted onto a mound of pillows, her back supported and her body totally restrained from any movement, aware that her privates were on display, her ass plugged. She felt her own lubricant begin to drip from her opening and oil her labia. She waited with bated breath for what they were going to do next.
"Peter is going to use that vibrator on you, Jillian. If you come, the plug gets a pump bigger. To be fair, he'll only stimulate you for a minute at a time then give you two minutes respite. If you haven't come after six times, I'll take the plug out. If you come six times, then the plug will have stretched you enough to take my cock. So, fun for you but ultimate fun for us. Any questions?"
Jillian growled at him, "Payback's a bitch, lawyer boy."
Sean laughed, and Peter bounced up off the bed to take the vibrator in hand.
Jillian fought against the stimulation of the vibrator, doing multiplication tables in her head, thinking of cold winter days, and counting backward from sixty, in French. She somehow made it through the first minute, her body covered in perspiration, her heart pounding. She heard the men confer above her but couldn't concentrate on the words. Two minutes to gather her defenses. A warm touch of some kind of substance was applied to her clit and opening. What the hell? It warmed some more and tingled. Maybe it was some kind of stimulating gel.
"That's cheating!" she accused.
"And we have to use spell-check, honey," was Peter's only response, unless she counted the slap on her ass.
The vibrator returned, and her orgasm rolled over her. No contest. The plug inflated and prolonged the sensations. She was going to die from pleasure. There was no way she could endure five more. Time to negotiate.
"Uncle."
"Not yet, babe," crooned Sean. "Trust us to know that you can come more than once."
"I can't, please," she begged.
"Nope."
Peter inserted the vibrator this time and used it skillfully high inside her for a prolonged minute. Just as she felt the tremors of a vaginal orgasm, he pulled it out to hold it directly on her clit. Jillian screamed with release and wound her fingers around the restraints just to stay connected to the earth. This time Sean waited to inflate the butt plug, and she rocked as best she could to accommodate it, knowing that the next orgasm would follow swiftly on the fullness. And it did, with the vibrator turned up high and left pushed up into her. Jillian thought her clit would swell and burst. Her vagina seized, and her eyes popped as the plug surged to press on the vibrator.
"No more, please, no more," she gasped. "I give. I can't. Anymore."
"So what's the negotiation, babe?" Sean asked, his voice deep and aroused. "One offer only."
"I'll take the full six pumps, I will," Jillian babbled.
"Oh, I don't know," he answered. "Peter, how about five pumps and one more orgasm. A really big one this time?"
"I'm going to fucking well kill you both," she moaned, then immediately wished she hadn't said that.
The plug inflated once, and then she felt the slender vibrator push inside its center.
"Please," she begged. "Please, Sean, please, Peter."
The vibrator hummed and totally woke up her ass. She continued to beg, but now she was begging for another orgasm. A finger slid over her clit and teased it as two more digits pushed up her vagina. The pump inflated, and the vibrator picked up speed. Jillian's heart pumped in her temples, and she gasped for breath. The soles of her feet tingled, and the feeling raced up her calves, her thighs, and between her legs. Someone slipped a hand under a breast and unerringly found a nipple, then pinched, hard. She went up like a firecracker, sparkles, sparks, crackles and all, and then knew nothing as every muscle went slack.
Jillian came out of her trance balanced on Peter's lap, his arms tight around her. Sean had her feet on his thighs and was massaging the arches. Her ass throbbed, although not with any real pain, just fullness, and she realized the plug was still inside of her. That was why Peter had placed her just so. He didn't want to put any more pressure on the end of the plug. He was so thoughtful, although that wouldn't cut any ice when it was her turn to torment him. She idly wondered how it would feel for him to have the vibe up his ass while she fucked him or blew him. So many possibilities.
Sean caught her thinking and smiled. "Recovered, Jillian?" he asked. "You looked like you were having a good time."
Jillian smiled back and saw him flinch the tiniest bit at the set of her lips. Payback was indeed a bitch.
Sean would be the one to get to know the vibrator more intimately, Jillian decided in that moment. Peter might like to have a close and personal encounter with a butt plug. She stretched a little and reached up to place a kiss on Peter's cheek, noting the darkening in Sean's face. They might share, but it didn't seem to be totally without jealousy. It was something to file away for later.
Peter turned her to face him, his eyes serious.
"Jilly, sweetheart, I want you to listen carefully. If you try to play Sean or I against one another, there will be consequences, I promise. No, let me rephrase that. A punishment. One you will absolutely not like. This thing between us all is new because it's committed, and we're learning as we go along, but that's a game you will not play. Understand?"
Jillian was shocked at how well Peter had read her. She felt a moment of shame and guilt. He was right. It wasn't okay to mess with a friendship just because she could.
"Understood."
"Fine," Peter said. "Then up you get. We'll put our really late lunch together while you have a soak. We have big plans for later."
"Can I take the plug out?" Jillian asked.
"I'll do that for you, babe," Sean advised, his tone brooking no argument.
"What is it with you and asses?" she asked.
"I can see I'll have to pay more attention to your other orifices, Jillian. Just know that your anus isn't exactly a place most people consider a cock will fit, and I'm not going to cause you any problems there. You need to be properly prepared. So don't argue with me."
Jillian almost laughed. He was going to fuck her ass, just as Peter was, but didn't want to cause her any harm. Talk about convoluted. Although, truth to be told, she wasn't nearly as anxious about it now. The anal play had overcome most of her concerns. And that last orgasm, well, if getting ass fucked was going to match that one, she thought she'd like a sample or three. Sean removed the plug with little fuss, although his intake of breath when he observed how her opening must have stretched said volumes. The soak in the tub relieved most of her aches and pains. She thought she might take up yoga, just to be able to stretch easier, then quickly shut the thought down. This experience might end in a week, and she didn't want to look past that at possible heartache.
Chapter Six
Lunch consisted of Chinese takeout. Jillian couldn't complain because Peter had ordered all of her favorites. She was starved and delved into the containers. She wore a bath sheet in direct defiance of Sean's earlier order, and he gave her what she had come to recognize as "the look." It didn't matter. She wasn't going to spill sticky, hot food on herself, and he could just suck it up.
"Looks like you want me to start making a list, babe," he said around a mouthful of almond chicken.
"List?" Jillian replied. "What are you talking about?"
Peter laughed. "We make a list of infractions, Jilly, and think up the consequences. It's fun."
"Hmmm. Maybe I should start making my own list," she mused. "I already know whose name I'm putting down first."
"Doesn't work that way, babe," said Sean. "You don't get to keep a list. I'm never giving you a pencil."
"We'll see," Jilly answered demurely. "Anyway, I have a really good memory."
The three of them were lost in their thoughts as they satisfied their hunger. Peter and Sean drank beer while Jillian just sipped at her wine. She hadn't forgotten the margaritas and wasn't going to let alcohol impair her judgment with these men or take away from the experience.
"So, what are we going to do after this magnificent feast you pulled together, Peter?" she asked, smiling at his expression. "I am tired, so nothing too strenuous."
Peter shrugged. "I'm good to rest up for later."
Sean also signaled his willingness to hold off on further sexual gymnastics for the time being.
Peter suggested, "Let's watch a movie."
Jillian shook her head. "I'd rather play another game, if you aren't too chickenshit," she announced. "You have a pool table in the other bedroom, and this building must have recreational facilities."
"Uh-uh, babe. We aren't leaving this condo until the end of the week. Nice try, though." Sean stretched and gave her another look. "Pool it is. But you aren't wearing that towel."
Jillian shivered and tried a melting look. "But I'll get cold," she whined.
Sean pulled her to her feet. "We'll turn the heat up. C'mon."
Jillian allowed him to tug her down the hallway without protest and didn't say anything when he whirled her out of the towel, enjoying his blatant scrutiny of her naked form. She didn't feel so pudgy in that moment. He bent to kiss her, and she gave it her all. He was such a good kisser, although Peter didn't lose any points in that regard. She couldn't decide whom she preferred out of the two of them. It was bothersome because she couldn't have them both. Could she? If they were even still interested at the end of the promised week.
Peter entered the room, having put away the lunch items. "Thinking again, honey?"
Jillian backed out of Sean's arms and got nose-to-chest with Peter. "You think you are so smart. You think you know me so well. We'll see. Snooker rules, no deviation. Winner plays the next person, and that winner decides the festivities. Okay? Oh, and the first loser gets a double penalty."
Sean rolled his eyes at Peter. Jillian had said "snooker." Christ, would they ever tire of this incredible woman and her continual surprises? Peter might know her moods and habits, working alongside her so intensely as he had done, but he sure as shit didn't know everything. Sean began to plot ways to distract her from the game, or either he or Peter was going to be on the other end of the sex play. Again.
Sean and Jillian played first. Sean played a little grab ass and managed to slide a finger up her pussy a time or two when she spread over the table for a shot. He so wanted to tie her down on the green felt and play with her. His cock felt like it could pound nails, and Peter had a glazed look as he watched her make shot after shot, her breasts flattened against the rails, her ass in the air doing a little shimmy. Flashes of her pink folds tantalized, but it was her air of total concentration and the nibbling on her full bottom lip as she weighed each shot that did it for him. She had sucked them both off with skill and fervor with those beautiful lips and hot mouth. Peter had shared Jilly's shy assertion the night of the margaritas about not really liking fellatio, especially the never swallowing part until she had met him. Sean figured he was included in her change of heart because she had swallowed him down with undisguised relish. Twice. She was meant for them both. He blamed losing his game on an inability to get close enough to the table for the long shots because his cock kept getting in the way. It was hard to bend over a hard-on. Now he had to hope that Peter would win, but he always beat Peter. He wondered what Jillian had in store for them.
Peter didn't go down without a good showing. Sean helped a little by distracting Jillian. At one point she forfeited the immediate win because he knelt behind her and lapped at her pussy while Peter held her arms on the table. Her orgasm slowed her down a little, and Peter began to catch up. However, Jillian rallied, and Peter lost. The glazed look was back, and for a moment Sean thought he might just fuck the rules and go for the playtime on the felt. Instead, he felt his mouth open and words spill out before he could choke them back.
"Double or nothing."
Jillian's head snapped around. "What does that mean?" she asked.
"I'll play you again. If I win, then the other results are moot and I get to play director."
"Director?" she asked, puzzled. "You mean..."
"I mean I tell you what to do and you do it without question. Same for Peter."
Peter kept his poker face on and said nothing, although his eyes were shrieking something at Sean. If Jillian lost, it was going to be a long night to remember. If Sean lost, well, it would suck to be them.
Jillian thought about it. "And if I win, then we move up the kiss from the seventh day, plus I get to play with you both."
Sean wished he could withdraw the wager then manned up. "Done."
The game was on and hard fought. Sean beat Jillian by a point, and while he knew he had played his best, primarily out of desperation and at Peter's now not-so-silent pleas, he had a sneaking suspicion that Jillian had let him win. Well, well. Methinks the lady protests domination too much. She was certainly going to get her fill in the next few hours.
Jillian stood at attention and waited for Sean's command. She looked slightly apprehensive, but the feistiness was still apparent.
"Go to the bedroom and strip the bed, babe. You'll find a new sheet in the wardrobe. Put it on the mattress. Oh, and choose a dildo. No, two dildos and a paddle. We'll pick the flogger. There's a blindfold in the bedside table. Then put a pillow on the floor at the foot of the bed and kneel on it, facing the door. Don't put the blindfold on until you kneel, or you'll feel too disoriented."
"Oh, and Jillian?" he added. "You had better put that blindfold on properly. If you sneak a peek, you won't like the consequence."
Jillian left the room and headed for the master bedroom without question. Her stomach was churning with anticipation, and she was soaking wet between her legs. Her breasts felt too heavy for her torso, and her nipples ached. God, the kink. The paddle and the flogger seemed a little spooky, but she trusted them not to hurt her. She wondered if Sean knew she had thrown the game. It was the directing part that got her. He probably knew it would. She was so willing now to give up control, at least sexually, and these guys could have it all. She knew the next few hours would test her to the absolute limit and it would probably hurt a little, but the payoff would be total ecstasy. She hurried to comply.
The sheet was actually satin and a deep, crimson red. She could envision how her pale skin would look against it, how her privates would reflect the dark color when her arousal spiked fully. Her nipples were already nearly red with desire, and she knew they would get redder with stimulation. There were no other sheets in the wardrobe, and this one was still in its packaging. She knew, somehow, that they had chosen it for her, to display her. Her arousal coiled higher. The dildos were of varied size and shape, and she was tentative. Finally she settled on a large, pink, beaded one and a smaller one that curved at the tip into a flared head. Interesting. The strap-on, double-headed one caused her eyes to narrow, and she threw that into the trash can. If they thought there would be two women in their games, they wouldn't like those consequences. She could always help them demonstrate the efficacy of that strap-on personally if they gave her a hard time about trashing it.
Jillian avoided looking at the floggers, although she thought they were made of soft material and not leather. She shivered at the thought of real pain, of bleeding cuts and stripes, and rejected the idea immediately. Neither of her men would do that. The trust she felt for them both surprised her a little, but she was certain. The silk blindfold was next, and she forgot Sean's instructions. She put the pillow down, tied off the silk, and then couldn't seem to orient herself to the pillow. Exasperated, she pulled it off her head, knelt, and retied it, making certain she could see nothing. Talk about delivering herself into the lion's den. Again. But that was Sean's intent, she was sure. Peter was going to be a force to be reckoned with, too. He hadn't liked losing to her, and teasing him with a possible victory was going to cost her. She waited.
Sean winced as Peter punched him in the arm and nearly shuffled a victory dance.
"She lost on purpose," Sean said.
"I know," Peter responded. "Doesn't matter to me. To the winner goes the spoils, and I can't wait. The chair?"
"I think so, although we should play it by ear. Her first time with the both of us might be better if we are head to toe close to her, but we'll see. For sure we'll hang her up, though. Did you get those hooks set in the floor?"
"Yup. Actually, the D-rings will have to be attached, but I didn't want to risk anyone tripping over them or Jillian seeing them or feeling them under the rug and getting a hint of what we had planned."
Sean smiled to himself. Peter always alleged that Sean was the dominant one, but Peter was the methodical planner who, if left to his own devices, would draw Jillian's pleasure out tenfold. That had its place, but they were nearly through day one, and the next couple or three days were going to be a shock for Jillian. They planned to ignore her sexually and just spend time together on a deeper level and hope she would be asking them to fuck her. By day four she would be so antsy. They would somehow survive the lack of her sexually. Somehow. He shut those thoughts down. Their woman was waiting.
"I'll choose the flogger, buddy, and you set the ropes," Sean instructed.
They headed into the master and collided in the doorway. Jillian knelt, as ordered, at the foot of the bed, her eyes covered, her beautiful hair streaming down her back and over her shoulders. Her breasts were outthrust and her knees apart enough to show her red curls above the pink labia. The backdrop of the red sheet had a dazzling effect, and as one their cocks slapped against their bellies in reaction. Sean shoved past Peter to find the flogger, and Peter jostled him on the way to fixing the ropes.
Sean set the flogger beside the toys Jillian had chosen. Holy shit, she was adventurous to choose the Monster. He snagged the box of condoms and fumbled for lube at the same time. No way was she going to take that dildo without lots of lubrication, and he wasn't hurting her. Sean crooked his finger and pointed. Peter followed his gesture. The two-headed, strap-on dildo was in the trash. They exchanged smiles and shrugs. A pissed-off Jillian was fun, but she didn't have to worry. There would be no other woman unless Jillian invited one, ever.
Chapter Seven
Jillian listened to Sean and Peter moving around. The loss of a primary sense was both slightly intimidating and stimulating. She waited with a growing sense of anticipation until something tapped at her lips, and she became aware of a heat source right in front of her. Peter. She knew his scent. Obediently, she opened her mouth as Sean tied her hands behind her back, forcing her to spread her legs wider, hitching awkwardly and balancing against Peter's velvet-over-steel cock.
Sean muttered in her ear. "The next time you kneel, you'll know the correct position, babe." He then gathered her hair up and secured it on top of her head. Jillian thought he had used a clothespin the way it pinched and pulled the little tendrils. Good grief.
"We want to see all of you, as sexy as it is to have those nipples peek out behind your hair."
Peter pushed his hands through her curls and held her head steady, making a mess of Sean's attempts to keep her hair out of the way. He began to thrust into her mouth, and there was nothing tentative in his movements. She fought her gag reflex as he hit the back of her throat and held steady there, concentrating on breathing through her nose.
"Just close your lips, sweetheart," he groaned above her. "Just tight enough to keep the air out. That's it. No tongue, just let me do the work. When I come, just hold my semen in your mouth. Now hold on."
Jillian was glad Peter held her steady by her hair and the grip on her head because he pistoned in and out of her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with every other thrust. The sheer power of his movements and his verbal sounds of enjoyment aroused her, too, as did the sting of her scalp. She let herself just feel, and then Sean slid his hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit in ever-narrowing circles, using her copious moisture to do so. She moaned in response, and Peter jerked, nearly losing his rhythm.
"Don't move, don't make a sound, Jillian, or I'll stop," promised Sean. "This is about Peter and your teasing."
Shit, Peter was taking his revenge. That was okay, Jillian thought.
She would get hers in the end if Sean kept plucking her clit. Now, to concentrate on Peter. Suddenly, Peter held still, just inside her lips, and she felt hot spurts of his seed flood her mouth. She tried hard to hold it all in. Peter pulled out, groaning, and tipped her head up, forcing the ejaculate to the back of her mouth.
Peter growled, "Swallow."
Jillian did, gulping it down, just as Sean squeezed her clit. God, the two sensations were incredible, and she nearly toppled forward, except Peter held her shoulders upright. Then he knelt to kiss her, his tongue forging inside her mouth, to taste her and himself. It was erotic and absolutely amazing. Jillian's heart swelled, and her eyes filled with tears, leaking out from under the blindfold. Peter gathered her onto his lap, petting and praising her.
Sean busied himself, attaching the rope to the hook in the ceiling and set the D rings in place, threading more of the velvet rope through them. He tested their strength, leaving Peter and Jillian to their moment. He envied Peter his ability to be soft and loving and wanted to give Jillian the same aftercare, kind of like he had done that morning. Typically Peter was the one to bring their women down and coddle them, but Sean fiercely wanted to take that role with Jillian. And somehow he would over the next few days. She would cry for him, too, and not just passionate tears, but tears of love and joy. It didn't matter if people thought he wasn't sensitive and caring. Lawyers were never perceived to be. But he knew what his best friend and his woman were feeling and wanted it for himself, or at least to share in it.
"Jillian?" Peter said. "It's time, honey. Up you get."
Jillian felt herself being hoisted to her feet. Her hands were untied and raised above her head, secured again, and then attached to something up there. Soft restraints wrapped around each ankle, and her legs were spread as she was immobilized to the floor. She could hear the clinking of metal and wondered if there were hooks in the floor to tie off to. Boy, the condo board had better not learn about the modifications Peter had made. And there had to be a hook in the ceiling, too. She hoped it held her weight and screamed as a hand smacked her ass really hard.
Sean spoke sharply. "Stop obsessing about your weight right fucking now, babe. We will be the judges, we are the judges, and we love your shape, every inch of your skin. So stop. We won't allow you to put yourself down. Remember."
She must have said her worry out loud, for surely Sean hadn't read her mind, especially with half her face covered. Jillian's musings were cut short by the sensation of lube at her anus. Not again. She stood, mute, as the slippery substance was spread over her rosebud and then squeezed inside. Surely they weren't going to put that dildo in there.
Sean stroked down the lovely line of her back and said, "The inflatable plug, Jilly. Just to keep you stretched a little." She relaxed and heard him murmur his approval.
Peter kissed her belly and spoke against her skin. "A bit cold, honey."
Jillian felt lube being squeezed inside her vagina next and flinched a little against the chill. They had clearly warmed the lube, but she was so hot and slick that it felt cold.
"Take a deep breath, Jilly," Peter urged.
Jillian opened her mouth, intending to question him, when she felt something hard push at her entrance. Holy shit, it felt bigger than it looked. They had chosen biggest dildo of the two she had set out. Of course they had. But Peter had lubed her as well as the toy, so while it would stretch her, she wouldn't tear. Jillian relaxed and let him fill her. The butt plug began to inflate, and just when Jillian would have screamed at the fullness, it stopped. They knew how much she could take, somehow. Jillian stood, suspended in time, adjusting to the double penetration, senses heightened, when the flogger came down on her ass. It didn't hurt, hardly connected, but the touch of it coupled with everything else pulled a loud whimper from her.
The strokes increased in tempo and weight, now stinging, never predictable in where they landed. Her ass, her back, and her thighs sang with sensation. When the strokes began to fall over her chest and belly, Jillian actually arched into them. Who knew that she would like this kind of thing? Something started to build deep inside her, and the flogger kissed her nipples with an erotic sting, again and again. The dildo was pulled out of her and pushed back in, matching the rhythm of the flogger's caress, and suddenly Jillian went over, without clitoral stimulation. Her orgasm rolled through and over her in waves as the thrust with the dildo diminished in urgency and the flogger left off. The moans and pants must be hers, and they echoed in her ears. Jillian sagged in her bonds and felt Sean, scented him, a faint hint of sandalwood pairing with healthy male sweat. He pulled her against him, her naked body slippery with her own perspiration against his muscular chest. He kissed her sweetly and licked down her neck, gathering the salty taste of her, then sucked hard at the base of her throat while Peter pressed her clit, and Jillian, incredibly, drew up to her toes in another shivering climax. Enough, she was going to die from it.
She felt the ropes being removed from her wrists and ankles and was lowered onto the bed where both men snuggled her, running their hands down her body. The dildo was removed, gently, and she heard it hit the floor with a resounding thud. She was tender, stretched, but there was no pain. Just the residual twitches of her orgasms clenching around the plug. The plug they didn't remove. Huh. Well, that figured. Sean did have a fascination with assholes, and he was determined to prepare her. Jillian slipped into a light doze, vaguely aware that something light floated over her to replace the warmth of the men as they left her side.
"That was something," Sean commented, as he searched for some bottled water in the fridge. Jillian would need a drink soon, right after they woke her for the next round. His hard-on was positively uncomfortable, but he knew the release, when it came, was going to be spectacular.
Peter leaned against the kitchen counter, stroking his erection through his boxers. "Jilly is indeed something. She took me, all of me, and the way she drank me, holy shit. She deserved the two orgasms we gave her. And the size of that dildo. She'll be able to take us both for sure. Yet she's so fucking tight."
"Hold your horses, buddy," Sean warned. "I get to direct the show, remember? And the next round stars you and Jillian. Not that you're getting yours again right away. You'll be getting her ready for me. Because I'm taking that ass shortly."
Peter nodded, looking a bit disappointed, and then his face brightened.
Sean knew that look. "What's up?" he asked, warily.
"If you are directing, then I think we should film it," Peter suggested.
Sean wasn't sure. "Jillian may have an opinion about that."
"Aw c'mon. It isn't her say this time. She lost, and on purpose. We won't save it or burn it to disc or anything. Unless it's really hot," Peter added. "And if we're doing the domestic, no sex thing for a couple of days to build her arousal and make her ask us to pleasure her, we could use some movies to watch."
Sean couldn't resist when Peter put it that way. "Okay. But take really good care of the footage. Because if anyone else sees it, Jillian will leave us, right after she removes our nuts and then kills us."
Chapter Eight
"C'mon, sweetheart, wake up now," crooned a voice in her ear.
Jillian muttered and slapped at it, only to jump when a nipple was pinched. She sat up, indignant, and saw Peter smiling at her from the foot of the bed, naked and erect. Sean had pulled back and was smiling, too. He wore boxers and a stupid beret. Oh shit, he was playing director. This was going to be interesting, but she thought she would make it a little hard for them. She took a few sips from the proffered bottle in Sean's hand and realized how parched she was. Probably from all that panting and screaming. They were so thoughtful, but Jillian figured she had had enough...
"I've changed my mind. The hanging from the ceiling thing cancels out the directing thing, Sean. Be fair."
Sean's smile vanished, and his eyes narrowed. "No dice, babe, and there's a consequence for protesting, so let's get right to it."
Peter stepped away to reveal the video camera set up on the tripod at the foot of the bed. Oh no. No, no, no. Not a homemade porn movie. Jillian surged toward the thing and was grabbed up in midair by Sean, who easily wrestled her flat on the bed. Jillian struggled and flailed to no avail, and Peter helped tie her to the head and footboards.
"Turn that off," she gritted through her teeth. "I'm not being filmed."
"Sorry, babe, but you are. Now shut up or I'll gag you. We'd much rather hear your screams and moans of joy, but if we have to..." Sean's voice sounded menacing, and Jillian froze.
"If anyone sees me like this you are finished in this city. Shit, you are done in the whole U.S. of A. and surrounding countries, do you understand me?" she said, quietly and with deadly intent, her corporate status showing through.
"No problem," said Peter cheerily.
Jillian longed to slap him silly but contented herself with a glare. He would lose the next game and then God help him because she would have no mercy. She watched Sean hold out his hand and Peter drop something into it. Something that glittered and tinkled. What? Sean's mouth descended over her breast and sucked her nipple hard into an elongated point. He let go and swiftly placed something on it. Shit! It pinched and stung, and Jillian whimpered, then went quiet as another, more interesting sensation flowed down to her pussy. Sean went to work on her other nipple and clamped it, too, then hooked the chain between them. He smiled naughtily at her and tugged on the fine links. Jillian gasped at the intense feeling, and he tugged it again. Peter had stepped back behind the camera and was zooming in on her tender breasts as Sean rubbed a fingertip across the pinched nipples and tugged the chain. Jillian tried to hold back a moan, and Sean increased his efforts until she verbalized the sensation.
Peter backed the camera off as Sean slid down her belly, pressing tiny kisses against her, leaving little suck marks behind. He trailed another chain along with him, one connected to the middle of the links between each breast. Jillian flinched and shivered and moaned when the chain pooled in her navel and Sean's mouth continued to her wide-open sex. She just knew Peter was filming her spread labia and dripping opening, and it both titillated and infuriated her. Then Sean sucked her clit into his mouth, and before she could concentrate on it, he let go. However, pressure remained, and Jillian actually felt her clit swell out from its protective hood.
"What did you put on me?" she nearly screamed. "What is that?"
Sean reached between her legs and tapped her clit. "It's a clit clip, babe, and try saying that fast three times. It will keep your little man in the boat front and center for what happens next. No hiding from us."
Jillian gasped for air and threw her head from side to side on the pillow. She couldn't take much more. Would they stop if she asked them to? Yes, they would. She knew it. Did she really want them to stop? The room fell silent, and she opened her eyes to see Sean, Peter, and the video camera focused on her pussy. Liquid flowed, and she closed her eyes again. This was so hot, but so exposing. Sean and Peter conversed, and Peter then came to slide two pillows under her to elevate her hips as Sean slid her ankle restraints further up the footboard. They surveyed her position, and Peter returned to situate her head more comfortably.
Sean made a show of settling his beret on his head, and, with considerable mirth, called, "Action, places."
Peter came to lay beside her, the curved dildo in his hand, and pressed a kiss on either of her distended, aching nipples, then whipped his tongue across them. Jillian whimpered and mewled, clenching her hands on the rope. It was too much, but she wanted more. Peter tugged the chain in concert with his ministrations to her breasts and then licked his way down her body. When he was level with her pussy, he pulled his head back to make sure the camera got everything and began to push the dildo into her. He pushed it a few inches in and then pulled it out. In and out, deeper and deeper. Jillian's hips thrust and rocked as much as she was capable of against the restraints and tugged the chain with her movements. Her clit throbbed, her nipples screamed for release, and then the curved end of the toy pressed her G-spot. Moisture flowed and gushed from her to coat the dildo and Peter's hand following her vaginal orgasm, and she cried out loudly. The nipple clamps were then released, pushing her into another spasm before she could come down from the first. Jillian panted and shook.
"And cut."
Jillian pried her eyes open at Sean's calm comment, but his tense, aroused features belied his tone, and his eyes were so dark with arousal that they were just this side of black. Peter's cock thrust insistently against her hip, smearing moisture from the tip. Sean handed him the water bottle, and Peter propped her head up to allow her to swallow with no fear of choking. She drank most of it down then let her head fall back.
"Ready to go, babe?" Sean asked.
"What? No!" Jillian insisted.
"Well, I am, and it's my scene next."
Jillian closed her eyes and practiced deep breathing. "I need a few minutes, Sean, and get that thing off of my clit."
"The clip stays on, honey," Peter assured her. "Your consequence is next. Ready?"
"But the nipple pinching! That was a consequence!" Jillian protested.
"Nope," Peter said in that evil, cheery voice he had adopted. "That was because we've neglected those babies and you seem to be able to come when they get involved in our playtime."
"Good grief, you perverts," she mumbled. "I need a little time here."
"Action!"
Peter removed the pillows from under her head and shoulders and tugged her a little further down the bed so that there was no play in the rope that held her wrists. He adjusted the ankle restraints further up the footboard so that she was almost in the splits, her ass hoisted on the pillow beneath her. She felt even more open and exposed, and the moisture between her legs now dripped down the crack of her buttocks. Sean called for Peter to step away as he obviously wanted to focus on this new position and immortalize her for Gynecologist Weekly. It felt kind of exciting.
Peter squirmed up between her upraised thighs and stroked her sex. He avoided her clit but familiarized himself with every fold, nook, and cranny, spreading the moisture around, delving into her opening and then sliding back to her anus where the butt plug protruded. Sean appeared beside her, the camcorder in hand as he took close-ups of Peter's busy fingers, she was sure. When Peter lowered his head to lap at her, Sean leaned in to get that on film, too, and Jillian closed her eyes against the thought of what they were seeing and preserving. Besides, Peter was really good at this, and maybe another orgasm wasn't the worst thing in the world, except he wasn't touching her clit despite her little wiggles to encourage him. Slap. Jillian shrieked. Slap. Peter was spanking her pussy! It felt amazing, arousing. Her clit stood further at attention as she reached for climax, only to have him stop. He pressed a last openmouthed kiss on her and pulled away. Jillian ground her teeth as Sean zoomed in for another close-up. Peter then unfastened her ankles, rubbing them gently and stretching her calves up to allow the muscles to adjust. He flipped her on her stomach and added another pillow so that she was pretty much on her knees, chest on the mattress, legs splayed, her hands still tied.
"Leave your legs wide open like this, honey, and don't move, or we'll get creative with you and it won't be so comfortable," advised Peter.
There was an ominous silence behind her, and she tried to squint over her shoulder but was unable to figure out what they were doing. She wriggled a little to see if she could rub her clit on the pillow, but Peter had created some kind of little hollow there to thwart her. Jillian's temper began to rise, and she opened her mouth to share her thoughts when the crinkle of foil dissuaded her. Someone was going to fuck her. Okay then.
Sean's voice sounded. "You know, I don't think I'll need a condom for this, babe. I'm clean, and I know you are."
Jillian quickly replied, "Use a condom, Sean. I don't want to get pregnant."
Both men laughed.
"You won't get pregnant where I'm putting my cock, sugar," chortled Sean.
Oh crap, this was it then. He was going to fuck her ass and tape the whole process. She waited for the plug to be pulled out, but instead the paddle came down on her raised buttocks. Wow, it stung. Again and again it fell, falling where Sean directed Peter to apply the blows. It shouldn't have appealed, but, like the flogging, Jillian's bottom tried to follow the paddle, pushing back against it. The plug created blooming pain/pleasure splinters in her bowels and at her anus. Her buttocks heated and swelled, the warmth flowing down into her pussy, still wet from her previous exertions. Peter paused for a moment, and she felt lubricant on her anus as he twisted and thrust the plug to spread the slippery substance, then resumed with the paddle.
Jillian began to beg and plead for release, hardly recognizing her own voice. She felt the butt plug pulled out, and then something bigger and velvety caressed her anus. Sean pushed into her, and Jillian pushed back, whimpering as the huge head popped through the tight muscle. Sean waited for her to adjust, murmuring endearments and stroking down her spine. He told her how beautiful her ass looked, all rosy and pink, and how hot it felt against him. He pushed in deeper, and nerve endings the plug had never stimulated burst into feeling. It burned, it hurt, but it felt something else, too, and Jillian pushed back hard, feeling his groin slap against her buttocks.
"Fuck, babe, slow down. I don't want to hurt you," groaned Sean.
"He really wants to ream you, Jilly," offered Peter, "but it's too soon for that."
Jillian could barely process the words. She was too busy just feeling. Sean began to withdraw then forge ahead. With each stroke, he pulled back almost to her opening until he was nearly out of her body, then he pushed back in hard. Her orgasm began to climb, and if she could only touch her clit, she would go up in smoke. It didn't matter if Sean got his. She was going to chew this one up. She was due.
Peter untied her hands, and Sean pulled her up to a nearly vertical position against his chest. His cock felt even bigger inside her, and Jillian sucked air.
Sean turned with her to lie back on the bed against the pillows, now holding her wrists, crisscrossed at her waist. Peter reached to bend and spread her legs and laid them over Sean's. He looped two ties around her thighs and secured her to Sean's widespread legs.
"Something different, Jilly," he advised. "Don't move, or we won't let you come."
Jillian sure wanted to come. She didn't know if her clit would ever go back to normal again, and Sean felt like a big old log up inside of her. Peter had repositioned the camera at an angle. Then he took a position on the other side. Jillian gaped at the strap coiled in his hand and began to shake when he smiled at her.
"What are you doing? Peter, please!"
Sean held her tightly and groaned, "Peter, get on with it. She is so fucking tight that I'm going to blow on the first clench."
Peter snapped the fabric strap over Jillian's pussy, connecting with her clit and stretched pussy lips. Jillian lost count as Sean rocked her forward into the blows. Her orgasm fractured without warning, and her vagina clasped at nothing while her anus bore down on Sean's erection. Peter snatched at the clip, and her clit popped out, pushing her up and over again. Sean shouted something incomprehensible in her ear, and she actually felt the hot spurts of his cum bathing her innards as she sprawled, boneless against him.
"Cut," Sean whispered.
Chapter Nine
Jillian scowled at Sean and Peter, who appeared not to notice her fit of pique. This was day three, and they were ignoring her. Well, not exactly ignoring her. They bathed her and gave her a beautiful silk robe in her favorite colour to wear. It clearly had been purchased with her in mind, although it was short and probably a size too small. Jillian knew they wanted to see every curve outlined and be able to see her legs clear up to her wazoo. Sitting was an exercise in caution, and she knew they liked that the best as they strained to catch a glimpse of her pussy and ass. So why weren't they taking advantage of her nakedness and fucking her senseless? Day one had spilled into day two with the porn-film experiment, but since then it had all been sweetness and light. Jillian fought the urge to grind her teeth together. Every time she "accidentally" brushed against one or the other or "forgot" to keep her robe tied closed, they smiled and patted her or chucked her chin. It was making her nuts. They wore boxers or sweats, and she drooled over their manly chests and dreamed of what was covered.
She slept between them at night, and also during nap time. Naptime, for Christ's sake, like she was fucking two years old! Although sandwiched between their muscular forms was hardly preschool, and Jillian felt so protected and warm. She slept better than she had ever slept, and her dreams were sunny. No thoughts or worries about work intruded, and it felt like a staycation. If only the boys would make use of their evening or morning wood. Instead, they cuddled her and gave her chaste good-night kisses and leapt out of bed in the morning to fetch her coffee or run a tub. How could she complain? But she wanted to.
Peter proved he could cook, and Sean also took his turn in the kitchen. They even seemed to know her favorite food. They did laundry, although she still hadn't seen her clothes. The sheets and towels were folded and stored away, and she even saw Peter ironing. She was pampered and didn't have to lift a finger. Or spread her legs. Sean sequestered himself in the den for a couple of hours, but Peter made her the center of his attention. When Peter spent time in the den, Sean hung out with her. They didn't talk shop but discussed most everything else under the sun. She felt she got to know them even better.
They gave her massages that turned her into a boneless creation of bliss, but even the inclusion of massaging her most intimate places didn't appear to incite them. Jillian knew they were experiencing massive erections, but they kept them away from her. It didn't make sense, and she hated it when she couldn't figure out a problem. A tiny voice in her head suggested they were tired of her and didn't know how to ask her to leave without hurting her feelings or creating an awkward situation at work next week. Jillian dismissed that thought. Sean wouldn't spare her feelings. He'd just show her the door, regardless of how Peter felt about it. Or he would leave her with Peter.
She was tired of Scrabble and Checkers and wasn't going to play one more round of poker, unless it was of the strip variety. Peter actually suggested Monopoly, and she pouted so effectively that he threw up his hands and stalked off to make a huge pitcher of sangria. The tasty wine beverage had cooled her temper, and she felt a twist of guilt that she had been unkind. If it weren't for the fact that she was unbelievably horny, Jillian could marvel at how absolutely wonderful her guys were being. Maybe she craved rotten treatment. No, just dominant, kinky sex, at least until she had her fill.
On day four they ate lunch a bit early, and Jillian suspected it was because of her bitchiness, although she had tried to manage it better after pushing Peter. No matter, she was going to ask for what she wanted, seeing as the subtle approach wasn't working. If they denied her, she would make them tell her what was happening, or she'd call a cab and go home in her tight, short, beautiful silk robe.
Sean stretched as he turned from stacking the dishwasher. Jillian was already curled up on the couch, not allowed to help clean up after an amazing salmon feast. She eyed his chest as the muscles flexed and slid under his skin. Peter was wiping down the counter, and his ass looked amazing from her perspective. Her nipples beaded, and moisture dampened her folds. She gathered her courage to put it out there as soon as they joined her in the living room. No more watching inane television, despite the domestic, warm feelings she got from their company.
"I think I'll shave your pussy, babe," Sean announced.
Jillian almost swallowed her tongue. "Excuse me?" she managed.
He pulled her up from the couch and hugged her to him, lowering his lips to her ear. "Shave. Your. Pussy."
"That's what I thought you said," she stuttered. "I usually get waxed at the salon. I haven't had a chance to go recently, what with work being so crazy the last few months and being here, all week."
She was fuming inside. If Sean had been turned off by pubic hair, he could go fuck himself. How dare he make her feel unattractive!
Sean held her fast and stared into her eyes. "I don't give a shit if you have hair from your ankles to your belly, Jillian. All of you appeals to me. I just want to shave your pussy, so I'm going to. Any questions? Or do you want me to convince you?"
Jillian shook her head and said nothing. Holy crap. Sean wouldn't tolerate her being less than satisfied with herself.
Peter called from the bathroom, "Anytime! People to see, people to do!"
Oh Christ, it was the cheery Peter. That was when the dark side showed through. Her vagina clenched in anticipation, and Jillian meekly followed Sean down the hallway. Peter had a towel spread on the long counter in the guest bathroom, and the track lighting focused down on it. A can of shaving cream and a straight razor sat on the back of the toilet. Jillian faltered at the sight of the razor, but Sean pushed her ahead and into Peter's arms.
"I shave with a straight razor, babe," he drawled, "and I've never cut myself yet. All you have to do is stay still."
Peter opened the tie to her robe and pulled it off her body. He lifted her to sit on the towel and angled the wing of the mirror so she could see her pussy folds. The hair was definitely fuller. Sean had better know what he was doing. Peter eased her back against his chest, standing at the end of the counter, and Sean pulled her thighs further apart, positioning her to his liking. He took the steaming washcloth Peter had set to soak in the sink and wrung most of the water out. He pressed it against her pussy, and Jillian jerked.
"If you don't want to lose something important, babe, I'd suggest you concentrate on holding still," Sean advised.
He pumped shaving cream into his hand and liberally applied it to her mound and outer lips. Then he took a shaving brush and spread the cream around, using slow, lascivious strokes. Jillian moaned and closed her eyes.
Peter pinched a nipple, and her eyes flew open. She caught his look in the mirror and understood he wanted her to watch, just as he was watching. Sean picked up the straight razor, and, with short, even strokes, removed all of her pubic hair. He spread and stretched her labia as he did so, and Jillian held herself rigid. The intimacy of the grooming and the fact that she could see everything made her hotter. When Sean moved to rinse the razor, Jillian bemoaned the loss of his digits. Peter gathered her up and stood her in the tub, legs apart, then grabbed the handheld showerhead.
"Gather your hair up and hold it on top of your head," he ordered. "Don't let it get wet." There was no need to add an "or else." Jillian knew that tone.
Peter turned on the showerhead and began to rinse her pussy off. The water ran cold at first, and she shrieked and tried to dance away, only to feel Sean smacking her ass to move her back to her former stance. The warming of the water coaxed her clit out, and Peter turned the setting to jet and chased her clit as her pelvis undulated to keep it out of the direct line of fire. Some of her hair fell to her shoulders, and Peter's eyes darkened. Jillian tried to back up and met the flat of Sean's hand again. She resigned herself to a consequence.
Peter turned her to face the wall and pushed the showerhead up against her pussy, alternating between her opening and her clit. Jillian spread her legs for more, and the jet of water assaulted her anus. The stimulation had her clenching and gyrating, and Sean began to smack her buttocks harder, the spanking way more intense because of her wet flesh. Peter unerringly forced the water up her vagina just as he pressed her clit with his other hand and Sean clapped her really hard right over her anus. Jillian climaxed and nearly fell headfirst in the tub before Sean grabbed her and hauled her out. She stood on the mat, head down and quivering. Intense.
She asked quietly, "What was that about?"
Peter lifted her head with a finger under her chin. "That was for teasing us these past three days and for not just asking for what you want. Part of this relationship is about you opening up and telling us, using your words, honey."
Jillian heard the plural and the word "relationship." Two men and her. In a relationship. Not just a week of hot, kinky sex. Well, a night, one really full day, and the water sports. But a relationship with them both? Probably not. Not PC and certainly not in accordance with her family values.
"I can't say I want to hear the R-word, Peter," she told him.
Sean snorted and walked out of the room.
Peter sighed. "Sean figured you wouldn't, although I had hoped...C'mon. Sean will have our entertainment set up by now, and we should make some popcorn."
Jillian reached for her robe, but Peter shook his head. Back to naked Jillian. Maybe that was good, although she knew Peter wasn't happy with her and the fact that Sean had anticipated her denial might not prove to be pleasant. She let Peter lead her back to the kitchen, though, and helped him choose the microwave popcorn, opting for lots of butter and salt. Sean was fussing with the DVD player.
"What are we doing?" she ventured.
"Watching a movie," Peter said shortly.
Jillian impulsively hugged him, snuggling into his hard chest. His big arms came around her automatically, and his head dropped to seat his chin on the crown of her head.
"Don't be cross, Peter," she whispered. "I don't want to hurt you, but I'm scared shitless of getting hurt myself."
Peter squeezed her. "I know, honey, but I've waited a long time to get this close to you, and I guess I've been thinking ahead when you are just getting used to things. You can trust us, Jillian. Now and later."
Sean interrupted them. "Come and watch the movie, Jillian. It might shed some light on the R-word."
Jillian cuddled between the two men and watched for the opening credits to see if it was an action or comedy flick. Probably action, she decided. Cheesy music blared from the speakers, and then a bed came into view. A bed with a red satin sheet and her on it, naked and spread. Jillian lunged for the remote, but Sean held it out of reach and Peter wrapped her up in his arms.
"So that's what you were doing in the den, you pervs," she spat. "Editing and putting that filth to music. Did you put it on YouTube, too?"
Peter rocked her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. "We would never do that to you, Jilly. We share, but only with one another. I had to jerk off twice when I viewed the DVD Sean burned from recording us, and probably Sean did, too."
"Three times," Sean growled, staring at her.
"Anyway, we're going to show you how beautiful you are, how passionate, and how you complete us. You'll watch with us, and if you close your eyes, we'll arouse you but won't let you come until you agree to watch it again. The pause button is a great invention. We can do this forever."
Jillian huffed and gave them both her best death glare, then caved to the inevitable. If it became too much, humiliating or gross, she'd puke her nice salmon lunch up all over them both.
Sean pressed play, and against her will, Jillian watched in fascination as her special bits were clamped and the chain shimmered against her flesh. The graphic pussy shots she dreaded were muted somehow and actually quite beautiful. She could witness how aroused the men made her and could now see the details of what her men saw. Moreover, she could see how her sexuality affected them, something she wasn't always able to do because they distracted her with sensation. Jillian marveled at how her skin pinked under the paddle, although she thought the butt plug wasn't attractive, peeking out between her buttocks. The sight of Sean taking her ass and losing himself in her had her wishing for instant replay, and Jillian thought having her pussy spanked might rank quite high on her list of pleasures.
Jillian saw the deep feeling on Peter's face on the screen that lust couldn't mask, and Sean's fleeting wistfulness when Peter touched her with love and she responded in kind. The crappy porn music track aside, any editing done had been to smooth out the rough edges and not allow her to be presented in a humiliating manner. They let her see them, for real, and she could only begin to appreciate the risk that Sean, in particular, took by doing so. Jillian's eyes filled with tears, and they spilled soundlessly down her face, splashing on her breasts.
Sean pulled her away from Peter and into his arms, hushing her against his chest and pressing kisses on her hair. When she settled, he stood with her still clutched to his chest and made his way down the hall, Peter following and looking anxious. Sean laid her on the bed and shucked his clothes, then followed her down. Peter climbed up on her other side, already naked. They kissed, stroked, and caressed her, touching every inch they could reach, and Jillian went from tears to shudders of arousal. Neither man paid any particular attention to any specific body part, nor did they concentrate on her erogenous zones, but moisture built between her legs, and her nipples hardened into points. She heard the crinkle of foil, and then she was pulled to face Sean and his sheathed erection pushed against her opening, inching inexorably inside. He pushed in until she could feel his silky balls bump against her. Peter then began to lubricate her anus, first circling the rosebud with his fingertips then pushing one, then two inside, wiggling and scissoring the digits. Jillian relaxed and let him stretch her as Sean held still and breathed slowly against the top of her head, fitting her face into the hollow of his throat. Peter's lubricated cock pushed past her muscle and fairly glided deep into her. The fullness of being stretched and filled by two big cocks stole Jilly's breath and created flashes of red behind her eyelids.
"Okay, babe?" Sean asked.
"Do something," she gasped. "Move or something. I feel like I'm going to explode."
Sean pulled back and then thrust forward. Peter retreated as he did so. They built the same rhythm, over and over, but with increasing intensity and force. Jillian grabbed onto Sean and keened into his shoulder as her world began to spin and splinter apart. Sean and Peter paused then surged to penetrate her deeply at the same time. She clenched so hard she could feel the shape and circumference of both cockheads even through Sean's condom, separated as they were by such a thin membrane. The heat from Peter's ejaculate followed by Sean's roar of release, coupled with the intense fullness and stretching, pushed her up and up, flying apart as she went. Then she fell back down and slipped into the welcoming dark.
Sean looked at Peter over their woman's unconscious form, surreptitiously touching her throat for a pulse. Just in case. "Another first, Peter. We fucked a woman, our woman, into oblivion. God, she is so special. Do you think she knows what we want?"
Peter nodded back at Sean. "She knows. At least her heart does. Her brain is what we need to keep from being front and center. Our Jilly is smart, and she's relied on her brain a long time and forgotten that it's not the most important thing. We can't let her think too much, but we are earning her trust. Oh, and Sean, she's still breathing. I can feel it around my cock."
Sean smiled. "We'll let her sleep tonight, but tomorrow morning will start off with a bang. Or two."
Peter pulled out of Jilly and went toward the bathroom. Sean smiled to himself. Peter was positively tottering. But then, he was pretty whipped himself. Peter came back with a warm cloth to cleanse Jilly, and Sean again smiled to himself when she didn't stir. Sean disposed of the condom and thought hard.
"What?" asked Peter.
"What if we knock her up, Peter?" Sean suggested.
"Holy fuck, Sean. Don't get ahead of ourselves here."
"Just a thought," Sean grumbled.
Peter flipped off the light and slid in beside Jilly, wrestling with Sean to hold a part of her close. Sean hauled a light cover over them all, and Peter dropped off, beginning to snore lightly. Sean lay awake for a while. Sean had it bad but needed to show it and tell Jilly, over and over. He was so bad with words in these situations, especially considering the fact that he was a lawyer! But she was still going to question how having two men in her life would work, so she had to be totally convinced that it would. If the relationship had its foundation in love, Jilly would be hard-pressed to refuse.
Chapter Ten
Jillian awoke to an insistent tongue on her naked pussy. She lay still for a few moments, just enjoying the sensation and trying to decide if it was Sean or Peter between her thighs. The tongue stabbed into her vagina clear up to her cervix, and Jillian smiled. Sean. She spread her legs wider to give him better access, amazed to find that she wasn't restrained, so reached down to stroke his soft pate. He didn't stop his attentions, and the familiar coil of desire built, her clit beginning to throb, her vagina clenching around his stabbing, swirling tongue. She came in a rush, and Sean sucked her clit into his mouth, pushing her higher and then over again. God, it was too much. She begged and pleaded with him to stop, yet held him to her. Finally, he withdrew his face and rose up to loom over her, his chin and cheeks wet with her. She couldn't read his eyes, as dark and deep as they were, but the emotion scared her a little as he settled his lips over hers and pushed his cock up inside her at the same time, like her opening had a homing beacon in it. Sean tasted like her, mingled with his own hot taste, and she reveled in his kiss, sucking his tongue into her mouth, wrapping her arms and legs around him tightly. This was what she craved, the closeness, the sense of being one. The other stuff, the kink, was amazing, and she wanted to try everything they could come up with and maybe some things she might think of, but this felt so good, so right.
Sean rocked in and out, back and forth, and Jillian's hips met his rhythm. She briefly wondered where Peter was and then concentrated on this time with Sean. This side of him, the slow, gentle, caring lover. No, that wasn't right. Sean was always caring. No matter how demanding he was, he took care with her. This was making love, not fucking. It should have bothered her, especially because Peter wasn't part of this, but it didn't. Sean began to thrust more insistently, and Jillian angled her vagina and used her muscles to give him the best pleasure she knew how to provide. He came with a low, painful groan, and she clenched harder, holding him as close as she could.
Sean didn't dare let Jillian see his face. He actually had tears in his eyes. She hadn't come. Sure, he'd made certain she got hers before he fucked her, but still, well, she just let him take his release and wrapped him up. Not fucking, no, this was different, and he knew she was feeling it, too. Before, he and Peter had given, although they took back, but Jillian seemed quite okay with just giving. He rolled off of her and pulled her on top of him, ceding his alpha position without a qualm. She held his face between her hands and pressed a kiss on his nose, then nipped it.
"Eeow!" he yelped. "What was that for?"
"Because I wanted to." Jillian smiled as she slithered off and onto the floor. "Gotta pee."
Sean lay there and listened to her slam the bathroom door. He was smiling so wide his cheeks actually hurt.
"So?" asked Peter from the doorway.
Sean sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "Didn't I say she's a keeper?'
"Uh-huh," Peter answered. "And does Jilly understand that for sure?"
Sean looked away.
"Aww buddy," moaned Peter. "Didn't you tell her how you felt and reiterate what we want?"
Sean stood and went to the trash can to dispose of the condom, his back to Peter. "I showed her. She knows."
"For fuck's sake," Peter muttered and headed into the bathroom.
The door slammed again, and Sean looked at it longingly. He scraped his hands over his face. Peter could tell Jillian. He personally was a showing kind of guy. He would make breakfast for them all and feed Jillian. Peter had stocked up with many kinds of canned and frozen food in anticipation of having Jillian over, but not so much fresh stuff. Sean would head out to the market down the street and pick up some goodies. He didn't care if he looked domesticated. His woman had needs other than her carnal ones.
Jillian faced Peter with her hands on her hips. "Sheesh, Peter, I thought a closed bathroom door indicated a need for privacy. I was about to shower."
"I'll help," offered Peter.
Jillian sighed. She would get clean only to have to shower again. Oh, the price she had to pay. Poor her. "Okay."
Peter adjusted the water temperature and helped her step inside, then pulled off his boxers and followed her in. He tenderly soaped and washed her all over, taking only a little extra time on her tasty bits, and then washed and conditioned her hair. Jillian reached for the safety razor beside the bar of soap, and he plucked it from her hand, raising her arms one at a time to shave the fuzz in her armpits, then knelt at her feet to glide the razor over her legs. He grinned up at her, the water running over his face and beading in his eyelashes.
"Spread your legs a little, honey," he suggested.
Jillian complied, and Peter made a show of inspecting her labia and mound for any hair growth that might have sprouted overnight, running the razor suggestively over her, then poking the plastic end just up inside her. Jillian went to her tippy-toes and shrieked. The water began to run cool, and Peter quickly stood to shut it off and wrap her up in a big towel, effectively cocooning her. He swept her up and fumbled with the door handle but managed to carry her to the bed without incident, rolling her out of the towel and onto the sheet still rumpled from the sex with Sean. Peter followed her down, synching his body with hers, pressing his forehead against hers, peering down into her eyes. They stared at one another for what seemed like an eternity until Jillian tried to look away.
"Don't," Peter said softly. "Don't deny this, Jilly. I love you, honey. I want you with us always."
Jillian closed her eyes, only to open them as Peter surged his hips forward and entered her, then held still, his erection pulsing deep within her. He felt so warm, so good. The last time he had held still within her like this had been the time he'd extracted the promise. She shook her head.
"I'm not saying anything to get you to fuck me, Peter. I won't tell you something so special when you are eight inches deep inside of me and I want to come so badly I could scream."
Peter smiled down at her and began to thrust. "I love you, honey. Love you. I'll say it at breakfast, in the car, at the office, watching a movie, when you're pissed at me or me at you, while we're making love, while we're fucking..."
Jillian pressed a finger against his mouth. "Okay, Peter, I believe you." Her voice became strained as he pivoted and pushed against that special spot high inside her. "We need to talk, and we will, but not now. Please..."
Peter moved faster and harder against her, and Jillian marveled at his texture, his heat, and his skill. He felt different, somehow. Her clit surged to grind against the base of his cock, against the crinkly hair there and spoke loudly to her. She held Peter closely, her legs crossed at the ankles behind his back, heels drumming on his buttocks. She twisted her fingers in his hair and hung on as he drove deep twice more, bumping her cervix and scraping her G-spot. Jillian came as he did and felt the outpouring heat of his coming seared her soul.
They realized at the same instant that Peter had not donned a condom, to judge by the look on his face. He looked panicked. Jillian pushed out from under him and rushed off to cleanse herself. Peter followed her into the bathroom. Jillian crouched in the tub, as it slowly filled with water and looked up at him.
"Baby, I'm sorry," he managed. "Do you know where you are in your cycle? Could it be safe?"
Jillian took a calming breath. "Get me a calendar, Mr. Quality Control," she ordered.
Sean was coming in the front door, laden with several sacks, when he nearly ran into a nude, wild-eyed Peter.
"What the fuck?" Sean nearly shouted. "Are we playing again?"
"Uh, nope, just getting Jillian something she needs right now."
Sean's eyes narrowed. "What's going on?"
"Not now, Sean, I need to get it. Right fucking now."
Sean watched Peter's naked ass disappear into the den. He dropped the groceries on the counter and stalked down the hall in search of his woman. He found her crouching in the tub, obviously in a temper, but with something else showing on her face. Something that he didn't like or ever want to see. Jilly was scared. Peter couldn't have done this to her. He wouldn't hurt or scare her. What the hell?
"Babe?" he said gently, moving to sit on the edge of the tub. "Jillian, are you okay?"
Jillian pushed his outstretched hand away. "Why the fuck do people ask that when it's obviously not okay? Like when somebody gets hit by a bus. Are you okay? How fucking stupid is that?"
Sean fought the upsurge of his dominant side, his hand itching to spank Jilly's ass red until she stopped with the lip and explained herself.
"Jillian," he tried, in his deeper, Dom voice, "what is going on?"
She gestured at Peter, who was standing in the bathroom, planner in hand, looking pale and worried.
"Ask Mr. Spontaneous there. So much for quality control! Give me that."
Peter handed her his device, clearly anxious about the proximity of the water in the tub to his work lifeline.
"Somebody tell me what the fuck is going on here!" Sean demanded.
Peter stared at him then shrugged. "I forgot to use a condom."
Sean surged up and took Peter down into the opposite wall, driving a fist into his chin. It was hard to fight in such relatively close quarters, and fighting with a naked man was pretty weird, but Sean was going to beat the shit out of Peter and present the bloodied body to Jillian as a consolation prize. It was his idea! His! He, Sean, wanted to give Jillian a baby, and Peter got there first. Ice-cold water poured over them both, cooling Sean's ire quickly. He sputtered and gave Peter one more shot to the gut before rolling away to hold his hand before his face. Peter drove an elbow into Sean's now-exposed cheek in retaliation and then subsided against the renewed blast of water from the showerhead in Jillian's hand.
"Are you both nuts?" she screamed, standing naked in the tub, her fiery tresses flowing around her shoulders, her breasts outthrust in indignation. Sean could see up between her legs, and he hardened instantly despite the cold, clammy clothing that encased his erection.
"I might be pregnant in the middle of the best years of my career, and you two are fighting like animals! Get out of this bathroom now, and lock that goddamn door behind you. Get civil before I come out because we sure as shit have some things to talk about," she ordered.
Sean found himself standing and moving out the door before he could give things any further thought. Peter hauled his sorry ass up and limped after him. The lock engaged as the door shut.
"Get dressed, and I'll see you in the kitchen," Sean told Peter, who simply nodded.
Sean stormed into the other bathroom and stripped off the fresh set of clothes he had worn to the market, finding an old pair of sweats to pull over his still-erect cock. Christ, that woman just did it for him. She had been so furious and so hot. He had wanted to sit her on the vanity and pump himself into her so hard she would have felt him in her throat. In the meantime, he and his best friend were going to have that talk.
Peter wandered into the kitchen where Sean was pouring coffee. A mug was shoved at him, and he grabbed it and then collapsed on a stool by the breakfast bar. By then Sean had cooled down. A little.
"Explain."
Peter nodded. "I was bugged that you didn't tell Jillian that you loved her and wanted her to stay with us, so I went to tell her again myself. I didn't want her to cool off. I'm more than pussy whipped, Sean. I'm terrified that she won't accept us both. And she needs both of us. I'd back off and out if I thought it was the right thing and see the two of you together, but..."
Sean waved his hand in an abrupt gesture. "I know, buddy, although I don't know if I could be as magnanimous as you. I'd take her for myself in a heartbeat, but she does indeed want and need us both. But that doesn't explain why you fucked our woman without a condom!" Sean's voice rose as he completed his statement, and Peter winced.
"I hope I didn't do it on purpose, although when you talked about knocking her up last night, well, I want Jilly to have our kids. But while it might have been a subconscious, me first kind of thing, I honestly didn't mean to do it overtly. Really, Sean. I bathed her, took her to bed, she pushed back on my proclamation of love, and I kind of used sex to push back and see if she would say it."
"So you showed and told, Peter," Sean said, and there was a hint of amusement in his tone. "And did she say it?"
"No," Peter mourned. "Although she said we all needed to talk, right after I did her again. So I was pretty pumped about having that talk, and I screwed her, and it was great, and then we realized...I feel like I'm maybe fifteen years old here."
"Okay." Sean thought for a moment. "I'm still going to beat the shit out of you when your champion isn't around, but we'll wait and see what Jilly has to say. If she thinks she could be pregnant, I'm going to fuck her bareback, too. That way we won't know who knocked her up. If she isn't, you'll grovel and I'll console her, and then we'll play a few bedtime games after breakfast. I thought of some ideas when she was standing in the shower like that."
Peter smiled around his bruised lip. "Yeah, that was hot. And we can't let her be so bossy with us. But you forgot one thing, Sean. We'll know who fathered the baby when it's born. It will probably look like its father, and we'll have to do DNA testing for health reasons and stuff."
"It doesn't matter," growled Sean. "Jilly won't know until then who the dad is, and I want my chance, too."
"And what about Jillian?" came a poisonously sweet voice from the hallway. "Doesn't she get a choice in this life-changing event?"
Both Peter and Sean jumped to their feet, slopping coffee every which way.
Sean recovered first. "We're moving pretty fast, babe, but it doesn't matter. You belong to both of us, and we've already talked about playing us off against the other. Not going to happen. You and I are going to get busy if you think Peter did the deed."
Jillian, wrapped in her robe, stood tall and glared at them. Peter shivered involuntarily. Boy, was she pissed, and there was going to hell to pay before Sean got inside of her again, covered or not. And he would be lucky if his anal orifice didn't feel the toe of her dainty shoe, let alone anything else she might be thinking of inserting. He didn't think any amount of explanation, any amount of mind-blowing orgasms or the withholding thereof, would convince Jillian to let them have sex with her until she worked her anger through or it burned out.
"Then you'll have to force me, Sean," she bit out. "I'm not going to tell you if I am in my fertile cycle or not. I guess you'll just have to wait nine long fucking months, you bastards."
Jillian's bottom lip trembled, and then her face crumpled and she began to sob emotionally, the tears flooding over her cheeks. Peter got to her first, ignoring her pummeling fists as he gathered her up and crossed the room to cuddle with her on the couch. Once again Sean had missed the point. He had gotten right up to the heart of the matter and then fucked up. Moreover, he clearly knew it, standing over them with remorse written all over his face, fists clenching, feet shuffling.
"Jillian, sweetheart, I'm so sorry," Peter repeated, over and over. "It will be okay, I promise. We'll work it out. You will still have your career because you'll have two husbands to help you through it if you're pregnant. Heck, I'll stay home with the baby, and Sean can stay home with the second one."
Jillian looked up at him, incredulity written all over her face. She hiccupped. "Good God, Peter. How long have the two of you been planning to, to..." Words seemed to fail her, and Sean knelt at her feet, grasping the hand closest to him.
"We've been hoping to connect with you and see if you would have us for a long time, babe. We didn't know for sure if you could take us both, accept our kink, but we had such faith. I've been trying to tell you that I, well, that I love you. I do. I want to marry you. So does Peter. Both of us, even if you can only have one husband in this country."
"Or anywhere else, Sean," Jillian choked out. "I want you both, and I might just love you both. I don't feel differently about either of you. But it's been so fast. I can't think straight."
Peter kissed the top of her head and cuddled her closer. "Could you be preggers, honey?" he asked quietly.
"Yes." Jillian wouldn't look at him.
Peter saw Sean stiffen at her feet.
"I think I understand that making a baby would have been something we discussed, right?" she asked. "This wasn't a way to push me into a relationship with you, was it?"
Sean shook his head. "No, although I flirted with the idea, that's how badly I want you, babe. Then Peter jumped the gun, the son of a bitch."
"So," Jillian continued, "if, say in two years time, I wanted a baby and we were together as a threesome, how would we decide who the father would be?"
"We wouldn't." The two men spoke as one. Peter gave Sean a rueful look.
"It doesn't matter, Jilly," he explained. "Any child would belong to us both as fathers. As far as we know, we are both capable of making babies, so we would just not practice birth control. It would happen without choosing, and we'd avoid any unnecessary jealousy or competition. My stupidity has fucked that up, for which I am eternally sorry. You and Sean have every right to be pissed at me."
Jillian pulled out of his grasp, thinking hard. "Shit. So it's like roulette. I can wait two weeks to find out, and if not, life goes on as we know it. Or I catch pregnant and Sean knows he had no part in it, which will create all sorts of issues. But if Sean does the deed shortly, and I'm not pregnant with your baby, I could still get pregnant with Sean's. I am so going to fix your wagon later, Peter. It's a good thing I, well, feel that L-word and trust you both. Now give me time to think."
Peter watched in awe as Jilly stormed off. Sean had a similar look on his face. They silently agreed to follow whatever decision Jilly made, although Peter suspected that Sean had to wrestle with his temper and was plotting how hard he was going to punch Peter at the earliest opportunity. Or maybe help Jilly do her worst to him.
Chapter Eleven
Sean and Peter sat drinking beer, watching football on the muted television. By the way they turned instantly to look at her when she entered the room, Jillian would have bet they hadn't been concentrating on the game. She stopped in front of them and fixed them with a stare.
"Okay," she announced. "I've thought this through. I believe that there is such a thing as karma, and what will be will be. This has been the most insane, amazing few days of my entire life, and I accept that you both want to be with me, and for the rest of our lives. Be sure, both of you, because if you fuck me over, I will stalk and harass you to the absolute best of my ability. Not to mention that the upkeep any offspring from this relationship will indenture you for the rest of your miserable lives. And knowing that you will have destroyed me will live on in your conscience forever and beyond."
Sean and Peter nodded like those bobblehead dolls found on the dashboard of taxicabs. Jillian fought down a hysterical laugh. She had thought this through from all angles, pushing aside her physical attraction to them and her developing emotional connection, considering the future with all her analytical ability. Shit, whom was she kidding? She was nuts about them both. While Peter had well and truly screwed up by forgetting to use a condom, Jillian knew that he hadn't done it selfishly, and part of her rejoiced that both these men were actually pleased with the idea of her bearing their child. She trusted them to do the right thing. For some crazy reason, all of the lonely, empty years she'd experienced just fell away, and Jillian was ready to embrace the future.
Sean seemed a little pissed at her ultimatums and promises of a different nature. She was coming to know him really well, and he wasn't paying attention. That had to change.
"Sean?" she asked. "This really concerns you, lawyer boy. Ready to deliver your closing statement?" she asked snidely.
At his dark nod, she continued. "I am assuming that Peter's boys are going to do the trick if I don't have sex with you, Sean, so you might want to drop trou and 'get busy' I think it was you said? This isn't so much a 'slow and steady wins the race' thing, but rather survival of the fittest."
"Hey," Peter protested.
Sean scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over his erection. Well, maybe not tripping, but it was preceding him. He swept Jillian over his shoulder, hardly pausing, and called out to Peter to make breakfast. He nearly threw Jillian on the bed and tore open her robe. For a moment he was transfixed. He hadn't been happy, hearing her blandishments, seeing as she had said she trusted them and loved them. But that was Jilly. He had mentally added her attitude to the list, on top of the recent cold-water dousing, and of course her lip when he was trying to pry the reason for her upset out of her when she was in the bathtub. It wasn't hard to come up with a number of infractions where Jilly was concerned, and he looked forward to correcting her. His attention was drawn back at her exasperated sigh.
"Shit," she complained. "You tore my beautiful robe."
"I'll buy you as many more as you want, babe. Now spread your legs."
She complied, and Sean crawled up between them, his cock bobbing, smacking his belly, the pre-cum shining at the tip. Jillian licked her lips.
"Uh-uh, babe. This one is for your pussy, and it's screaming for you, so get ready."
"Brag, brag, brag," Jilly teased and then gasped as he pushed a finger inside to test her wetness.
"You are always so wet for us, babe, so hot and wet," Sean nearly groaned then shoved his cock in right to the hilt. He froze at the incredible sensation of no latex between them and fought with all he had at not blowing right then. When Jilly flexed around him, he pinned her to the mattress with his weight and growled at her.
"If you make me come right now, I'll paddle your ass so hard you won't sit down for a month. Lie still and don't move," he warned.
Jillian giggled, and it nearly undid him. Another infraction to add to the list. He slowly pulled back out, his sensitized shaft dragging on the walls of her vagina. He gritted his teeth and pinched his eyes shut, thrusting until he couldn't hold back any longer. She felt so damn good bareback. He reached down and pinched Jillian's clit as he poured himself into her. Her resulting climax milked every last spurt from his softening cock, and Sean found himself battling tears again. He settled most of his weight to her side and pressed a kiss on her cheek, closing his eyes to hide some of his intense emotion.
"I'm going to have a girl baby."
Sean's eyes flew open, and he quailed inside. A girl. Christ, and all those boys, just like him and Peter, sniffing around their baby girl. Who would be old enough to date in just a couple of decades. He couldn't begin to process it. Payback was indeed a bitch.
Jilly told Peter over breakfast that she would have a baby girl, and Peter choked on a strawberry. Sean grinned at him mirthlessly. Life was never going to be boring. With luck, they would survive her.
Jillian pushed back from her empty plate, having devoured cream-cheese French toast with strawberries and maple syrup. She had eaten voraciously, claiming that she might be eating for two. Sean and Peter both hoped it was so and also wished for a respite of a few years.
"So," she started, smiling sweetly, "I think I'll plan the day's activities. It's day five, after all, and I feel like taking a turn."
Peter nodded wordlessly, taking the dictum like a man. Sean just smiled at him.
"Oh, and Sean?" Jilly added. "You'll be my assistant, but there will be something in this for you, too."
Sean's head came up. "What are you talking about, babe? I didn't do anything."
"There's the little matter of this morning when you were supposed to profess your undying love for me but instead you had that lovely dick of yours do the talking. And then there's the fighting with Peter."
Sean shook his head and opened his mouth to talk her out of it, but she cut him off.
"Man up, Sean. Today is my day."
Sean tried to stare her down, chocolate brown meeting turquoise. Turquoise won, helped by dark-blue eyes narrowing in his direction. Sean secretly wondered how he could add another infraction to the list.
"And boys?" Jillian queried. "I expect your absolute inventive best on day six. I really want to have to rest on the final day. So you might want to start thinking about tomorrow, or maybe taking some pointers from what I have planned for you today."
Sean saw Peter looking at Jillian with arousal and promise. No doubt the same was reflected in his eyes. Jillian simply had no idea what she had just set herself up for. Sean flirted with the idea of inviting some like-minded friends over, but an insane wave of possessiveness boiled over him and he dismissed the thought before it could even take root. He would have Peter slip out and buy an interesting little item he had been eyeing for some time, with Jilly in mind. They were both brought out of their fantasy by the slap of Jillian's hand on the granite counter.
"I'm going to clean up here," she said, halting their protests with an upraised hand and fierce glance.
"Go to the bedroom and put together a fantasy scene. I'll be awhile here, so that should give you lots of time to piece together some costumes and rehearse the theme. Just remember that your role will be that of sex slaves. I expect my costume to be out in the hallway so I can put it on before I enter. I'm great at improvising."
She chuckled and winked. Sean couldn't believe how hot that got him and enjoyed the way Peter swallowed with dread.
"Oh, and one more thing," she added. "Peter, chose a vibrator and some lube. For Sean. Sean, choose a plug and lube for Peter."
Peter and Sean walked toward the master bedroom in slow-motion. They didn't look at one another. Peter was afraid that Sean was going to choose the biggest plug and he couldn't refuse. Peter threw open the closet and motioned to Sean. Sean pointed at the next-to-large-sized plug, and Peter gratefully grabbed it. He in turn picked up a slender, vibrating wand that was actually meant for virgin asses.
"So," Sean said, "what the hell are we going to plan here? I'm not so good at drama."
Peter laughed harshly. "You are so excellent at drama, you fucking Dom."
Sean protested, "I haven't lived that life for years. Not since you and I started sharing women together. I haven't needed to."
Peter's jaw dropped. Another first in the day of all days. His best friend just confided that their friendship, albeit with a woman between them, had fulfilled the needs the visits to the fetish club used to meet. Holy shit!
"What?" asked Sean defensively.
"I care about you, too, buddy."
"We don't have time for any group-hug shit, Peter. What kind of scene?"
Peter couldn't resist. "What does a Dominatrix wear at clubs? And what do sex slaves wear?"
Sean closed his eyes as though in pain. "Okay. Let's do that. At least I know what to look for."
The next several minutes were filled with sorting through drawers and closets, with occasional grunts of mirth. Peter ended up wearing a pair of too-small red boxers, a gift from a former lover, information he wouldn't share with Jillian, although Sean might. Sean tied a narrow navy tie around Peter's neck, fashioning a loop to attach a belt to, and out of spite made Peter stuff a pair of socks in the crotch of the boxers. Wool sweat socks.
Sean wore a pair of Peter's pajama pants, black with little blue saddles on them, and called Peter a pussy for buying them. But they were the only things that were vaguely close to a BDSM costume and nearly fit yet called attention to Sean's cock. Peter worked hard to hide a smile at the sight. He tied the pussy strap around Sean's upper arm, wondering if Jillian would recognize it. It smelled of her musk and really turned him on, but better that Jillian saw it on Sean instead of him. He was in enough shit as it was.
Peter unearthed Jilly's dark pencil skirt and daringly cut it to just under pussy length. In for a penny, in for a pound. In a pinch he would blame Sean. Her pretty, blue, lacey bra would work as a top, and the black hose with matching garter belt and her little pumps would really complete the outfit. He was getting into this fantasy and on impulse included a riding crop. She might use it on them, probably would, but she would certainly be feeling it on her ass tomorrow.
Jillian hummed as she put food away and stacked the dishwasher, anything to squelch the desire rising in waves up her body. She was going to shower again, both to wash Sean's semen from her body and to make them wait, but she was suffering, too. She had some really perverted ideas in her head and hoped they had come up with some costumes that would fit them. It didn't really matter, though, as her ideas were adjustable. Too much fun.
After a quick shower in the guest bathroom, no hair washing this time, Jillian peeked down the hallway and saw the little pile of clothes resting in front of the door. She tiptoed over and gathered everything up, returning to dress in the bathroom. She frowned over the sabotage of her skirt and really glowered when it didn't even cover her ass cheeks, but admitted that the effect with the nylons and garter belt looked pretty hot. Her bra felt constrictive, but she had been naked for several days now and her boobs were going to be hanging at her waist without support pretty soon, so she hitched it to be the most comfy and grabbed the riding crop. If only she had some makeup she would really look the part of whatever it was they were going for. She bit her lips until they reddened, fluffed her hair, slipped into her pumps, and set off on her mission, throwing the bedroom door open without warning. She observed her two men on their knees facing the door.
Somehow Jillian controlled her laughter. They were trying hard but looked so out of place, especially Sean. These two alpha males would never look submissive, and, bless them, she didn't want them to, but today was her day and she was going to see it through. Besides, it would make tomorrow all the sweeter. She stalked in, tapping the crop on her hip, nearly giggling when Sean's eyes widened at the sight then turned on Peter with evil intent.
She heard him whisper, "Just had to up the ante, didn't you, you asshole?"
Peter didn't reply, but she saw his shoulders shake.
Jillian walked around them, carefully inspecting them, staying silent and letting the tension mount. Then she tapped Sean on the shoulder, making him jump.
"Rise, slave boy," she announced regally.
Sean rose gracefully and towered over her.
"Kiss me like you mean it."
When Jillian came up for air, all thoughts of enslaving her boys had fled her brain. It took some time to gather her thoughts, and she saw Sean smiling in satisfaction.
"So you think you can distract me, Slave Sean," she said loftily. "Well, you are quite incorrect, and that will cost you a punishment."
Sean raised an eyebrow, looking for all the world like a pirate with his shaven head, arm band, and dark silk pants riding low on his hips. Jillian licked her lips, and his cock bounced behind the silk. She sat on the bed and motioned him forward until he stood directly in front of her, his crotch nearly touching her face.
"Take it out, slave," she ordered, "and offer it to me."
Sean's hands shook in his eagerness to comply, whipping his cock out and nearly shoving it into her mouth.
"Hold it steady, right there, and don't move," she ordered. "You, Slave Peter, kneel here beside my feet and watch."
She smirked as Peter burned his knees to get there, and then she rubbed her cheek across the head of Sean's penis, smearing the moisture. Her tongue flicked out to gather more, and both he and Sean groaned in unison. Sean's eyes flicked to Peter, as if startled by the sound.
"Eyes on me," Jillian ordered.
She lapped at the mushroom-shaped head leisurely, letting Sean struggle with holding steady. She hummed against him and blew tiny little breaths over the slit.
"Do you like what you see, Slave Peter?" she asked.
Peter nodded vigorously.
"Too bad," Jillian said sweetly. "In your case, seeing is just believing."
Jillian then began to lick Sean's cock like an ice-cream cone, sucking the edges, dragging her tongue up the shaft, inhaling him. Sean gasped and groaned and then reached out to steady himself on Jillian's shoulder, whereby she withdrew and ordered him to put his cock back in his pants and clasp his hands behind him. Sean glared at her but complied.
Jillian motioned for Peter to stand then twirled her finger. Peter, obliging, turned around in a circle. She reached out and squeezed the sock bulge and choked on her laughter. Sean guffawed, too, and she sent him a look that shut him up quickly.
"Strip," she ordered Peter, "except for your collar."
She watched as Peter struggled out of the red boxers. They were so not him, but effective for the scene. Jillian turned to Sean and told him to place two pillows at hip level on the bed, then idly reached out and pumped Peter's shaft twice, running her thumb over the head, spreading the moisture across it.
"Pick up the socks," she said and held her hand out.
Peter placed them in her palm, and she lifted one to dangle it in front of him. Sean turned to see her slip the white sock over Peter's erection, and she watched him smother his laughter. Peter stared at her and then at the caricature of a condom and grinned.
"Just a reminder," she said sweetly.
"Slave Sean, strip and lay face up on the bed with your ass on the pillows. Peter, tie him down and use that handy abdomen strap. Make it nice and tight."
Sean visibly forced himself to obey her. He probably thought he was getting the pillows ready for Peter and was relaxed, which was Jillian's intent all along. She knew that he was taking notes and adding to her punishment, but she had no fear of him or it. Tomorrow was going to be such a lot of entertainment and mind-blowing orgasms. She was betting on it. Sean allowed himself to be restrained, visibly ignoring Peter's blatant glee, although she could tell it cost him.
Jillian hitched up onto the bed, making sure that her new miniskirt rode up and exposed the white slice of skin above her nylons, then the pink of her labia. She watched as Sean drank in the sight.
"Maybe I should blindfold you, Slave Sean," she crooned, "just so you can feel," using his words against him.
Sean gave an inadvertent headshake, and Jilly froze, watching him.
"No, I don't think so," she said slowly.
Sean respected her with all of his soul at that moment. Just as he would never deliberately frighten or humiliate his girl, neither would she push him too far. Peter shifted behind her, and Sean knew he, too, had recognized Jilly's insight. He hoped so, because the gleam was back in her eye.
"You, Slave Peter," she said. "Go face the corner and don't you dare peek, because if you do, I'll let Sean exchange this little plug for that really big one."
Peter instantly complied, and Sean so appreciated the fact that Jillian was not going to let Peter see him and the vibe get acquainted. She could teach some of those wannabes at the club a thing or two about class. Class and BDSM play did indeed go together. The sight of Peter's erection bobbing under a white sports sock was definitely lacking in class, however, and absolutely hilarious.
Jillian shook her boobs at him within the confines of her lacey bra, and it had the desired effect. Sean's cock surged to full attention. It lost a little enthusiasm when she picked up the slim wand and figured out how it worked, nibbling on that sexy bottom lip. Sean wanted to have that mouth on him again and wondered if begging might help. Nothing wrong in trying.
"Please, uh, Mistress Jillian."
Jillian appeared to jerk in shock at the title. "What, Sean? I mean, what do you want, Slave Sean?"
"I would like you to put your gorgeous lips around my cock again, please," he begged as prettily as he knew how.
Jillian boggled at him, then recovered. "But this is about your bad behavior, Slave Sean, not about your needs, correct?" she asked archly, reaching for the lube.
She pulled her skirt up almost to her waist to get comfortable, and the sight of her pouting pussy framed by the garter belt nearly made Sean come right then and there. There would be dress up tomorrow, for sure. He would find time to get out to the sex store first thing tomorrow or that lingerie place just around the corner. Jillian smiled at him, and Sean knew that she was fully aware of the effect her move had had on him. His last lucid thought for the next while was that she was so going to pay tomorrow.
Jillian crouched between Sean's legs and applied lots of lube to his anus. His puckered opening clenched, and she heard herself crooning to him to relax. Surprisingly, he did, although she avoided looking at his face, not wanting to embarrass him. She inserted the thin nozzle carefully and squeezed. Sean jerked a little but made no sound. Jillian glanced up to make sure that Peter wasn't looking and, on impulse, grabbed the crop and smacked him once on an ass cheek.
Peter jumped and yelled, "What was that for?"
"Just to remind you not to peek. And because I could," she retorted.
Peter growled deep in his chest, and Jillian anxiously looked to see if she had hurt him. She clambered off the bed and touched his buttock for heat but could find none and could detect no mark. Big wimp, she decided.
"It's okay, honey," he whispered. "You just startled me."
Tears stung her eyes. Peter was truly sorry for probably knocking her up and was prepared to see this whole scene through, although she really didn't want revenge. That particular desire might come back during labor and delivery, but that was some time away. She patted his bottom gently and pressed a kiss where she had hit him. When she climbed back on the bed, she saw Sean watching her with intense emotion, and he mouthed "I love you" at her. Jillian nearly stopped her play at that moment, but he read her intentions and gave her a go-ahead twirl with one tied fist. Onward.
Jillian began to fellate him, obviously taking her time, laving the head of his cock, twirling her tongue over all his most sensitive bits. She cupped his balls in one hand, rolling them and stroking with exquisite care. Sean's breath hitched in his chest, and he strained at his bonds, trying to take her head between his hands. Frustrated, he fell back and let her have her way with him, thwarted by the belly strap to even move his hips very much. Not that she needed his help. His climax was already building at her touch, and he was going to simply let it come, not fight it and hold off. This was Jillian's pace. He closed his eyes and relaxed into the oncoming surge, only to pop them open as the wand slipped past his sphincter and began to vibrate. All thoughts of an intense yet tender orgasm fled his mind as tremors assailed him and his cock lurched in response to that damned tingling in his ass. Jilly did something with her hand on his balls and grasped the base of his cock hard, preventing an early release, and Sean literally panted, then bit down on his cheek to avoid begging. Not to be deterred, she turned up the vibration, rolled his balls like marbles in her hand, and deep throated him, swallowing as she did so. Sean shouted, and she relaxed her hand, his ejaculate spurting in waves down her throat. When he was finally able to breathe again and open his eyes, the little wench was smiling the same smile he just knew Eve gave Adam right before the apple incident. Sean weakly smiled back, not even able to give her the "wait until tomorrow" look he had been perfecting. Jillian bounced in delight and patted his belly proprietarily, then gently removed the vibe from his colon. She slid off the bed, giving him a nice view of her ass, not that he was in any shape to really appreciate it. His cock didn't even twitch.
"I can't believe that I remembered all that from one porn movie," she said happily.
"Slave Peter," she then ordered, "untie Slave Sean and help him from the bed. It's his turn to stand in the corner. Oh, get him a chair. I think he might need to sit."
Peter came to help Sean, his lips twitching, carefully avoiding eye contact. Sean didn't have the strength to punch him, taking solace in the fact that Peter had that butt plug to look forward to. The day was young, and he thought that once Peter had been disciplined to Jillian's satisfaction, they could tie her to the bed and go shopping. Never put off until tomorrow what could be done today. He gratefully took the chair and promptly dozed off.
Jilly had Peter position himself facedown on the mound of pillows, tying the restraints herself. He had thought Sean would have been helping, as pissed as his friend was with him, but come to think of it, Sean didn't look up for doing much of anything. He wasn't sure what went on, but the guy looked pretty much finished. Maybe Sean would share his experience later. Right. Jillian singing under her breath snapped him back to his own upcoming experience, and he felt a little, visceral shudder. She cursed the packaging of the new tube of lube but must have managed to open it because he felt the nozzle of the lubricant at his anus and a significant amount coat the area. Jillian rubbed gently, pushing with a fingertip, much as he had prepared her. Oh shit, what went around definitely came around, he groaned mentally. She kissed his lower back, feather touches that had his ass twitching, the stupid white sock on his cock a bit warm and really scratchy. More lubricant, another finger, then another. Peter bit the mattress to avoid making a sound. Sean was snoring lightly, but he wasn't taking a chance on waking him. Jillian was humming now, a vaguely familiar song. Good God, it was "Tie Me Kangaroo Down, Sport." Peter had an absurd urge to laugh. She was just amazing and so precious. If she was carrying their baby, they would just have to cram as much bedroom time in before she was too far along and buy a bigger place to give them some space when the kid...holy shit! The plug breached his hole and was being pushed in gently, if quite deliberately. Peter followed the advice he had given many women and relaxed, pushing back against it.
"Slave Peter?"
"Yes, Mistress," he got out.
"Who gave you the red boxers?"
Uh-oh.
Jillian waited, the butt plug's threat implicit.
"Karen English," he said.
"Don't know her," Jillian said with satisfaction, then shoved the plug in the last inch.
Peter gasped and breathed through the burn. He would never again feel even the slightest twinge of impatience if Jilly was slow at taking a toy. Holy Christ. But it was interesting the way that his cock had hardened. The butt plug felt really big, yet he had used bigger ones on women. He quickly shut that thought pattern down in case Jilly read his mind.
Jillian slapped Peter's ass. "Slave Peter, are you okay?'
"I'm okay," he managed, still trying to assimilate the plug.
She crawled over him, dragging her silky, warm thighs and wet pussy over his buttocks, just grazing the plug, which shot all sorts of messages to his prostate, then to his cock, like some kind of telepathy. She pressed against his back, and Peter realized that she was releasing the restraints at his wrists. She slid back in much the same fashion, her heated little body imprinting on him, and released his ankles.
"Stand!" she ordered.
Peter gingerly climbed off the bed and stood before her at her imperious motion that he do so. She backed to the mattress and sat, then spread her legs wide.
"Kneel between my legs."
Peter heard Sean move on the chair and looked over Jillian's head to see that his friend was now very much awake and probably resisting a sneak peek.
"Look at me, not at your fellow slave, Slave Peter," she admonished. "Slave Sean will not look, or I will repeat his punishment. Would you like that, Slave Sean?" Sean fairly shouted, "No, that's okay, Mistress. I'm good."
"Oh." Jillian sounded disappointed.
Peter appreciated that Sean quickly added, "I couldn't do that again so soon, babe. I'm kind of toast."
"Well then, that's reasonable," Jillian said.
"Slave Peter, why aren't you kneeling?"
Peter instantly dropped between her thighs, wincing at the movement of the plug and wishing he could pull off the sock because it was actually making his cock sweat and he'd have a rash soon. He could smell Jilly's arousal, though, and it quickly took his mind off of his own discomfort. The skirt bunched between her legs, just covering her, and, as if she again read his mind, she hauled it up and tucked it inside of her garter belt. The sight of her spread labia, moisture glistening on her folds and her little clit poking out from its hood, took his breath away.
"Sean, can you see the clock?" she asked.
"Yes, mistress."
"When I say, start a five minute countdown, shouting out each minute," she ordered.
"Understood." Sean sounded puzzled but willing.
"Slave Peter, make me come but do not use your hands. They may rest on my thighs. If you have not succeeded in your task by the end of five minutes, well, I'll just let you wonder what might happen next."
Peter licked his lips in anticipation.
"Oh, and, Peter? Nothing for you. If you come in your sock, you won't like what happens next."
Sean laughed out loud, but Peter hid his smile. Pleasuring Jilly was everything.
"And now," Sean called out. "Five minutes and counting."
Peter eagerly leaned forward and ran his tongue from Jillian's opening up to her clit. It was a bit more difficult without his hands to assist, but he was sure he could manage. However, he couldn't hold her steady either or in position for his tongue placement, and every little twitch seemed to keep her nubbin out of reach of his tongue. He took hold of her thighs to keep them spread and dove in, using his nose, his mouth, his tongue, even his teeth, growling against her folds. Jillian didn't protest. Peter heard Sean call out the four-minute mark and felt an instant of panic. Then a strange sense of calm came over him, and he fell to laving her clit, persistently and patiently. Jillian settled and arched into him. Her clit swelled and hardened more and his tongue began to circle it. He vaguely heard the two-minute warning but didn't change his approach. Jillian's moisture gushed from her vagina, and he paused to scoop some up on his tongue before spreading it on her clit, then gently sucked the little piece of flesh into his mouth. Jillian bowed up, and he pushed back, now sucking hard. She called out and broke, falling back and splaying her legs in abandon. Peter kept sucking, refusing to release his prize, and she shivered into a second orgasm.
"Time," Sean said.
Jillian squirmed away from Peter and propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes dreamy and her face relaxed.
"You are freed, my slaves, once you have bathed me. That doesn't mean shower sex, Peter. Nothing for you tonight."
Peter lifted her into a sitting position and undid the clasp of her bra as Sean came around to help with her skirt. They each dealt with a stocking, and Peter slipped her garter belt off. He motioned Sean ahead into the bathroom with her. He had a date with a plug in the other bathroom. Not something he ever wanted to have again, but it had definitely been an experience at his woman's hand.
Chapter Twelve
Her men carefully bathed Jillian during the shower. While Peter was denied sexual activity, Sean made no efforts to pursue it. He did kiss her masterfully after she was dried off and gave her a little pat on the ass, but other than that he was curiously silent. Lunch was also a fairly quiet event, with the three of them collaborating to put a meal together. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, but certainly a thoughtful one. Jillian had a sense that something profound had taken place in her men's submission to her, and aside from her deep sense of caring and trust of them, she was also content with them. And, it appeared, they with her. The future actually beckoned.
Sean asked, "Jillian, honey, can you clear up here and entertain yourself for a few hours?"
A bit startled, for she hadn't heard him in conversation with Peter, yet it appeared they were going out together, Jillian hesitantly agreed.
Sean smiled, his whole face lighting up. "Babe, we have some shopping to do for tomorrow. It's our last day of your promise, and we want it to be spectacular."
Jillian touched his face. "You don't have to do any shopping, Sean. Nor do you Peter. The last day will be spectacular regardless."
Peter shook his head. "Okay then, honey," he replied. "The shopping is for us. You tapped into something with that costume theme party, and we're on it."
Jillian laughed. "Fine, go. I'll tidy up and watch a movie." At their raised eyebrows she added, "Not our movie."
She missed them. She missed them like crazy. The condo felt empty and cold without them. Jillian marveled at how much her feelings had changed in just a few days. She no longer worried that Sean and Peter were just playing with her, using her for sex. She believed Peter when he applauded her business acumen and said he didn't want to change her. Well, except in the bedroom, and Jillian truly wasn't adverse to those kind of changes. She believed them when they insisted they wanted a relationship with her, wanted babies with her. Somewhere along the line Jillian had put her total faith in them, trusting them with her heart as well as her body. And she couldn't wait until they got home.
Jillian cleaned the kitchen, then stripped the bed and did laundry to while away the hours. She dusted and vacuumed, washed down both bathrooms, and then had to take a shower to wash away the sweat. Of course, then she had to clean that tub again. Jillian avoided Peter's personal space, not wanting to pry, although those red boxers hit the trash alongside the sex toy she had discarded. Finally she accessed her phone and Internet accounts and sorted through the trash and messages. There was nothing of any importance awaiting her attention. It seemed like the boss had been intent on giving the team the week off. Two more days, and then back to the grind. Jillian found herself wondering about what working hard again was going to feel like after a long break. She didn't think about being pregnant, at least not too much, because somehow it would all work out.
Jillian remade the bed and put away the rest of the laundry, hoping she hadn't shrunk any of her guys' clothing. Her guys. She hugged that idea to her heart. She had found her shirt, so now had it, a bra, garter belt, and hose, plus a hacked-off skirt. Her panties were still MIA, and she secretly hoped Peter had kept them for himself, like a forbidden panty fetish. They matched her bra and were pretty cute. She went through the pantry and the fridge, searching for something to make a meal, and cobbled together a casserole with ground beef, mushrooms, onions, and noodles. There wasn't enough coffee cream left, but she diluted it with water and thickened it with butter and flour, plus a whole bunch of spices she found languishing in the back of the cupboard. The mixture approximated a sauce, and she shoved the dish into the oven and set the timer to bake. And they still weren't home.
God, was she was a sex-starved nympho or something? She had just gotten off thanks to Peter, and tomorrow was going to be special, they had promised. Surely she could wait. She thumbed through Peter's stash of movies and found a few X-rated ones. Hmmmm. She chose one that pictured a big-breasted blonde held between two hulking men and pressed play. The scene came up with the blonde begging for more time to pay a loan and the two bouncer types looking menacing. One grabbed Ms. Titsy and yanked the dress clean off of her, the flimsy fabric tearing easily to bare her heaving, inflated boobs. Holy cow, those babies just sat right up there with no support. Jillian looked down at the front of her tattered robe and winced. She opened the top part and lifted each breast, glancing at the screen and then at herself. She had a nice rack, maybe, but what about when the baby came? No, she wasn't going there. What about in a few years when they sagged? Would Sean and Peter like her girls then?
A shriek from the speakers caused Jillian to look away from her personal breast exam to observe the blonde spread-eagled on her kitchen table, one of the "collectors" finger fucking her. No, he appeared to have his whole hand up there. Jillian reached between her legs and experimentally pushed a few spread fingers into her vagina, trying to approximate a fair-sized cock, but couldn't fathom what she was seeing. The blonde's shrieks were cut short as she was flipped over and a cock stuffed inside her mouth. The hand disappeared up her pussy again, and Jillian leaned forward to peer at the screen when a hand touched her shoulder.
"Holy Christ!" she screamed, leaping about a foot off the couch, her robe slithering to pool around her waist. "Sean, you gave me a heart attack."
Sean's eyes were nearly black with lust as he stared at her breasts and then at the screen. Peter came into view, his hands full of shopping bags. Jillian grabbed for the remote and managed to shut the volume off.
"What did you buy? Let me see!" she demanded.
Sean fended her off as Peter hauled their purchases away to the bedroom.
"So, babe," Sean said, "were you intrigued by the porn?"
Jillian tried to pull her robe up to cover her breasts, but he quickly sat beside her and held her hands. He kissed her hard and devoured her mouth. She kissed him back with fervor, so happy they were home. Home.
"I never watch porn, Sean," she confided, "except for that one hen party. I can't imagine why I wanted to today except I was lonely and bored. And you two have turned me into a pervert."
Peter came to sit with them. "I see you've been playing housekeeper, honey. I appreciate it, but you aren't our slave. At least not that kind."
"I was bored, and you were gone a long time," Jillian said. "So I occupied myself."
Peter nodded at the frozen tableau on the big screen. "See anything you liked?"
Jillian hesitated and then took the plunge. "Do you think I should get implants so my breasts will sit up like hers?" she asked.
"No!" The resounding dual response rocked her back against the cushions.
Peter nuzzled her breasts, his tongue sneaking out to lave one nipple. "We like you just the way you are."
Sean warned, "Don't make me convince you, Jillian."
Jillian looked at them, feeling pretty anxious, then shrugged. "Okay. Just wondering."
"I smell something pretty good, honey," Peter said. "Did you make dinner?"
"I did," she replied. "It's nothing much, but I think it will be okay with a salad. I don't like making salads, though, so that's up to one of you."
Peter rubbed her shoulder and said, "I'll make a salad, Jilly. I had planned to order in, but this will be much better."
Sean just sat and looked at her. It made her squirm a little.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked.
Peter chortled, and Sean slowly smiled.
"I am thinking about tomorrow and what we bought, babe. It's going to be fun. In the meantime, though, maybe we can take the edge off and practice for tomorrow. Peter, go get the lube, man."
Jillian found herself squirming a little more. "Practice?"
"Uh-huh," Sean replied, as he picked up the remote and reversed to the beginning of the movie as Peter returned, lube in hand, his face taut with arousal.
"Stand up, honey, and face us."
Jillian did as he asked and was surprised when Sean pulled her robe up and covered her, tying off the belt. The blonde began to beg for more time in the background, and Sean shook his head, reaching out and tearing the robe right down the front where it hung in strips over the belt. Peter yanked at the tie, and Jillian stood naked in front of them.
Sean picked her up and took the few strides to the dining room table and laid her down gently. Jillian could hear the blonde shrieking, and then Sean was spreading her legs.
"Pause it, Peter," he said. The movie went silent.
Peter handed Sean the lube and produced a hand towel that he slipped under her buttocks. The table wasn't very comfortable, but Jillian's arousal began to make her forget the hard surface. Sean filled her vagina with lube until it ran down to drip on the towel. He bent her knees up to place her feet flat on the wood, pulling her so that she was nearly at the table edge. Peter stared at her pussy over his shoulder, and Jillian shivered at his look.
"Relax, babe," Sean murmured. "Really concentrate and relax your cunt muscles."
Jillian stiffened for a moment at the C-word, then focused on relaxing her whole body. She felt a number of slippery fingertips at her opening, pressing gently but with determination. The invasion felt huge, even compared to Sean's cock, and that was wide and thick, just like Peter's. Peter moved to stroke and pinch her nipples but kept watching Sean's progress between her legs. Jillian realized Sean was emulating the porn scene and panicked a little.
"Shhh, babe," Sean said quietly, looking up to give her an intense smile. "I won't hurt you, and you'll like this. Just be patient."
Jillian closed her eyes and put her mind somewhere else until the stretching feeling at her apex increased.
"He's nearly up to his wrist, honey," Peter breathed. "Can you hang on?"
Jillian couldn't reply. She couldn't breathe deeply, but managed a jerky nod. She felt a finger curl on the rough spot high in her vagina, and a flood of her own natural lubricant flowed down over Sean's fist. She actually felt it ease his way. The full, stretched feeling was even more intense than the double penetration from the night before. Her anus still burned some from that. What was her vagina going to feel like? She thought she would be okay with finding out.
Sean didn't move for a moment then pushed higher until she felt him at her cervix. He seemed to twist his whole hand, and Jillian bucked, screaming. It felt totally out there, something she couldn't begin to describe.
"Are you okay, babe?" Sean asked, sounding worried.
Jillian writhed, her head shunting from side to side, feeling her eyes begin to roll back.
"It feels, it feels...I can't," she choked out.
Peter grabbed her breasts with both hands and squeezed hard. Jillian took a breath at the steadying little pain and managed to tell Sean he wasn't hurting her.
His big hand had disappeared up Jilly's cunt past his wrist. It was amazing. He carefully forced his fingers open from the wedge they had been in to penetrate her and marveled at how she could stretch and at how hot and wet she was.
Sean then began to twist a little and retreat, then push back in. Peter turned the movie back on, and Jillian's cries contrasted with the actress's.
"I want her to suck you off, Peter, but I don't know if I can flip her over and push back inside without hurting her," he advised his friend.
Peter grabbed a big pillow from the couch and shoved his boxers down. He clambered up on the table, straddling Jillian's chest. He lifted her up by the shoulders and stuffed the pillow under her head. When her mouth opened on another cry, he slid his aching erection inside. She choked, then breathed through her nose and sucked him hard. Sean avoided the sight of his best friend's ass not two feet from his face and turned his gaze to Jillian's stretched folds, the bright red of her labia contrasting with his tanned, hairy arm. The movie wailed on in the background, but they were in the process of their own drama.
Sean fist fucked Jillian, gently at first, then with more authority as his friend thrust into her mouth. He timed his movements to mirror the thrusting of Peter's thrusts. Jillian arched, and Sean saw Peter tighten his thighs around her rib cage, lest he be thrown off. Jillian probably could have climaxed from the stretching sensation alone, but when he put a little more pressure on her G-spot, he felt her shatter around his hand. Peter pulled out and came all over Jillian's breasts, spattering his thighs in the process, as well as her neck and chin. Sean saw her tongue slip out to lap at a tiny drop caught on the corner of her mouth, and Peter leaned in to share the taste with her. This was his every darkest fantasy.
Sean carefully pulled his hand out of Jillian and licked and drank the wetness that covered it. It tasted like her, overwhelming an inkling of the lube. His fingers felt cramped from being in such tight quarters, as well as that final spasm she had gone into. He and Peter were both going to fit up that sweet cunt tomorrow. They would have to decide who would take the front and who would take the back. Either position would be fine with him. Sean mopped between his woman's thighs with the towel. It was saturated with the lube and her efforts. He pressed a kiss on her opening and then released her legs to allow them to slide closed and downward over the edge of the table, rubbing the muscles with care.
He handed Peter the towel and motioned him toward the bathroom. Jillian lay boneless and sprawled on the table, and when Peter returned, he handed Sean a warm cloth, using a second one to clean his come from her body. Sean separated her legs enough to cleanse the residual moisture.
"One of you is going to have to wipe the table," Jillian croaked out. "I'm not eating that casserole off this surface until you scrub it."
Sean laughed and pulled her onto his lap. "Do you want a shower, babe, or do you want to eat first?"
"I'm really thirsty, and you'd better feed me," Jillian answered. "Then I need a nap. My wazoo had better heal up before tomorrow, or you are both out of luck."
"Did I hurt you?" Sean asked anxiously as Peter hurried to get a bottle of water from the fridge.
"There was no blood or anything, babe," he assured her. "Jillian, did I hurt you?"
"I felt you in my throat, Sean," she answered, "and in my hip bones, too. You aren't doing that again. As much as I liked the orgasm, I feel pretty stretched."
Sean kissed the top of her head and hugged her closer. "You'll be back to normal in a couple of hours, if not sooner, honest."
"And you would know that how?" she asked.
Sean hesitated.
"Sean? Do you do that to women a lot?" Jillian insisted.
Sean finally answered, "I looked it up on the Internet because I've seen it in porn, but I never wanted to try it until we came back from shopping and I saw you so interested in that movie. I tried to be careful and not hurt you, babe."
Jillian sighed and patted his arm. "You didn't hurt me, Sean. It was pretty amazing, but it's not my fondest wish, okay?"
Sean relaxed and kissed her again. "Okay. Although it was something that---ouch!" She had pinched him!
"I said, not again," Jillian said with finality, pushing up off of his lap and getting in his face. "Give it up."
"Okay, okay!" Sean hurriedly agreed.
"And, Sean," she added, once again going nose to nose, "use the C-word again and I will make your life interesting."
Sean and Peter watched her stomp toward the bathroom, admiring her heart-shaped ass swaying below the shimmering length of her hair. They both sighed and then laughed as they heard the longing in the other.
"You make the salad. I'll scrub the table," Sean decreed.
The casserole was devoured. The men sat in their boxers and Jillian wore yet another towel. Peter noticed that Sean didn't challenge her on it. He was probably still a little concerned about her comments about being uncomfortably stretched. He also thought that Sean would really like to try it again some time, but wouldn't dare unless she asked. They were still going to fuck her cunt, no, make that her pussy, together, and that would stretch her, but by the time they got to that stage Jillian would be begging for it. Tonight they would just hang out and build up strength. Jillian was going to need hers.
Peter offered to clean up, and Sean suggested a movie, not porn this time. Jillian decided to read instead and curled up all by herself in a wing chair, becoming immersed in one of Peter's mysteries. Peter knew she was asking for a little space. Sean helped him with the cleanup and suggested they get lunch organized for the next day and maybe decide on what to order for dinner. Peter, being the planner, hid his amusement at Sean's foresight, realizing that his friend didn't want to have to do any mundane tasks the following day. His dick got hard just thinking about the games to come then softened as he remembered he hadn't seen his planner since it was in Jillian's wet hand, suspended over a tub full of water. If she had wrecked it on purpose, then one of the games tomorrow would be adapted to include an ass whupping, and maybe a pussy whupping, too.
Chapter Thirteen
Jillian slept in the following day. She wasn't woken by any shenanigans in the night or when her guys woke. She stretched luxuriously under the soft sheet and contemplated life for a moment before heading to the bathroom to use the facilities and shower. She dried off and lathered herself with the remnants of some lotion she found in the back of Peter's medicine cabinet, and popped a mild painkiller while she was at it. Her back ached, probably from the table games, and her pussy was a little bit tender, too, although her bottom was back to normal. She carefully spread her labia and touched her opening tentatively just as the door opened and Sean poked his head in to announce breakfast. His eyes widened and his face paled when he saw her touching herself in front of the mirror. He pushed inside and fell to his knees in front of her, opening her to his gaze and gently probing between her legs.
He looked up and her and pleaded, "Jillian, are you okay?"
Jillian rapped the top of his head with her knuckles. "Get up from there, Sean. Now."
He pushed to his feet and towered over her, taking her face between his hands.
"Jillian, did I hurt you?" he asked again.
"I'm a little tender, Sean. What did you expect? It's been a fuckathon! Isn't your dick a little sore?"
Sean flushed. "A little. But in a good way."
"Well, there you go. My back hurts more, and I was just about to demand a massage," she said cheerfully.
Sean smiled down at her. "I'll make sure that gets worked into the scene, babe. Now, breakfast is served. We're late, but you were tired so we let you sleep. The fun starts right after the food settles."
Jillian's pussy clenched and moistened. Oh boy.
Sean and Peter took turns feeding her. It felt a little strange but really caring and sweet. Jillian was starved, though, and wanted to build up her strength and wondered how she could make them offer more food and do it more frequently. The slow process served to build her arousal, however, and by the look of the straining fabric over their crotches, Peter and Sean were feeling it, too. Finally, Jillian took a last sip of juice and held a hand up to signal she was full. She looked at them both expectantly.
Peter gave her a look that sent her pulse pounding. "Go to the bedroom. There are some things on the bed and a note explaining what you are to do. When you are ready, come back here."
Jillian nearly skipped down the hall and into the bedroom. The bed was made with the red satin sheet, and the black velvet restraints trailed down from either end. She checked to see that the strap was there, too. Another rope hung from the ceiling hook. Jillian had seen the hook the first night she was there and thought it was a weird place to hang a lamp or a plant. The D rings were attached to the floor, and she shivered, her labia clenching and her moisture flowing. The wardrobe was locked, and she felt a frisson of erotic fear at what they were keeping from her. She absently touched her nipples then turned her attention to the bed.
Snatching up the note, she scowled at the first instruction. Not fucking likely. Then she took a deep breath and trudged into the bathroom to pick up the box containing the anal douche. Okay, then. She supposed it would make things better for all of them. Not something she was thrilled about, but she did it. Jeez.
The white garter belt and sheer, white hose seemed contradictory, but she hastily donned them. The lacey, white bustier or corset was more of a challenge. It was laced tightly, and even though it had a zipper at the front, concealed behind a panel of lace, Jillian had to fight hard to get it zipped up. She felt light-headed afterward and sat on the bed until the world quit spinning. She debated loosening the laces but thought either Peter or Sean had fit it to her size and was secretly thrilled that they thought she was so small.
Jillian stood before the mirror. Her breasts were plumped and full above the top of the bustier, her nipples a hair away from showing. Her waist looked impossibly thin, and her hips and bottom flared out seductively. The garter belt framed her pussy, and moisture sparkled there. Wow, she looked hot and virginal at the same time.
There was a pink lip gloss and dark mascara. Jillian carefully applied them both, and she was hard put to recognize the innocent that stared back at her. The short, narrow, white leather belt studded with tiny diamond-like gems would only fit her upper arms, or, holy shit, around her neck. She would look like Peter had the day before. Slowly, she fastened it and admired the effect. Finally, she took up the long, black cape and settled it around her shoulders, pulling up the hood to conceal her hair and features. Showtime.
Jillian advanced into the living room, where Sean and Peter had rearranged the furniture and placed a large, fluffy, black area rug in the middle of the room. She figured she looked like an angel from hell in the flowing, black cape. She stopped just short of them and stared. Both wore armbands that looked like gauntlets. Their chests were bare and glistening with oil. It was the leather pants that took Jillian's breath. They fit Sean and Peter like second skin and looked as oiled as their chests. Holy crap. Peter held a riding crop, the riding crop. Sean had a flogger wrapped around his waist. She glimpsed a silver tray on the table just beyond Peter and saw a selection of toys and a tube of lube.
"So"---Sean's deep voice cut into her speculation---"you deliver yourself to us of your own free will."
Jillian managed not to giggle. "I guess so," she managed to reply.
Peter stepped forward and drew back her hood, looking deeply into her eyes. Jillian caught her breath at what she saw there and would have stepped back, except he had taken hold of the cape and was unfastening the clasp at her neck. He pushed it off her shoulders, and it pooled around her feet. Sean and Peter stared at her, and she swore she heard leather creak as their cocks swelled.
"This day will be long and demand much of you," Peter said stiffly, as though from a script, but more probably because he was so aroused.
"You will do everything we say without question, and immediately," Sean added in a more polished manner, "or your village and your kin will perish. Do you understand?"
Jillian tried hard to get into the swing of things but could hardly think straight for the lust fogging her brain. The bulge in their leather pants, their flexing muscles and clenching hands just did it for her. Still, she tried.
"I understand," she offered. "But must I be silent?"
Peter ad-libbed, "No, we want to hear everything. If you keep silent, you will be punished. But you may not refuse us. We demand everything."
"Okay, then."
Peter choked back a laugh. So much for Jillian staying in character. "Stand in the middle of the rug and turn around slowly," he commanded.
Jillian obeyed, standing straight and proud. She looked totally hot in her outfit.
"You are so proud now, wench," Sean fairly snarled. "You will be begging and pleading with no thought to your pride when we are finished with you. You will be our slave forever."
Jillian soaked her thighs at his statement, a fact not lost on Peter, whose gaze was on her pussy. He fought against touching her. He and Sean had worked hard on this scene the whole time they were out shopping for it and not spending time with Jilly. Fuck lunch. And maybe dinner. This would take hours. Finding those low-heat, wax candles really appealed to him. Sean assured him he knew how to use wax to bring Jillian right up there and he trusted his buddy. Not to mention the new toy he bought. Jilly would be making its acquaintance shortly.
"Spread your legs, shoulder-width apart," Peter ordered and nearly groaned when Jillian instantly complied. He stepped forward and slid his hand between her legs, holding it up for Sean to see how wet it was.
Wider," he growled and returned his hand to cup her roughly and squeeze, sending her up on tiptoe. Sean grabbed her shoulders to help her keep her balance and ground his crotch against her backside. Peter felt her get even hotter and wetter and slid two fingers up inside her to press against her G-spot. He watched her mouth open to pant and her eyes close and increased the pressure until he felt her begin to clench. Then he pulled out and slapped upward, his palm squelching against her soaking pussy.
"Hey!" she exclaimed.
Sean pulled her tighter and against him and yanked her head back, his hands now fisting in her hair. "You take what we give you, when we give it to you, wench."
Jillian pouted but subsided, and Sean released her to walk around and slide his hands across the tops of her breasts. Jillian shuddered, and he pulled them free to sit on the top of the corset, the nipples hard and pointing. Sean bent his head to take them into his mouth, one at a time, sucking and nipping the ends until she whimpered and moaned, swaying with the sensation.
"I am going to decorate you here," he told her and held out his hand to Peter, who dropped a pair of nipple clamps into his outstretched palm. "Do not move."
Jillian watched, feeling mesmerized, as Sean rolled then stretched each tender bud and clamped it with a gold circlet. She breathed through the pinch of pain and felt it pulse to her pussy.
Sean and Peter then each took a nipple into their mouths, and she managed to stay upright, held by their touch, and resisted the impulse to hold their heads close to her. Peter's blond, tousled hair begged for her to run her hands through it, and she really wanted to stroke Sean's bare skin. What the hell. Why not? Her hands came up, and she pulled them against her. Instantly they withdrew and gave her similar looks.
Sean dragged her to the couch and bent her over the arm, kicking her ankles apart, gently, but with authority. He spoke above her.
"You are not to touch unless told to do so. You are to stand, sit, kneel, or lie flat and allow any touch we bestow on you. For your forward behavior, you will be punished."
Her clamped nipples pushed against the leather of the couch, and it felt pretty amazing. The slap on her buttocks shocked her for a moment, and then the warmth spread and she pushed back for more. Sean obliged her, and then Peter knelt before her, pulling her head up by her hair, the sting of her scalp turning her on further. She opened at the tap of his cock on her lips and sucked him inside.
"No, innocent," Peter bit out, "I will instruct you as to how I wish you to proceed."
Jillian giggled against him, and his cock jerked. Sean slapped her ass hard, and she composed herself, nodding her head. Peter gave her explicit instructions, accompanied by earthy praise as she licked, sucked, and gently used her teeth on him. She willingly swallowed when he pushed hard against the back of her throat and ordered her to do so. She felt a moment's panic when Peter stilled and held firm there, not able to get a breath, but she trusted him and sure enough he pulled back to give her chance to fill her lungs before thrusting hard twice more, his ejaculate scalding the inside of her mouth and throat. She swallowed frantically in order not to spill a drop. Her bottom was hot, and Sean had commenced rubbing it with something cool, dipping his fingers down to press against her anus as he did so. This was getting good.
"We are going to make your other entrances ready for us, virgin slave," Sean announced. "Kneel on the rug."
Jillian knelt as gracefully as possible and allowed Peter to push her head down to rest on her forehead, her arms extending alongside, her hands folding directly in front of her. She heard a click and thought someone had taken a digital picture. Maybe she should start a home porn business, damn them.
Someone squeezed lube up her back entrance, and Jillian gasped at the sensation of the round objects being pushed into and past her anal muscle. She lost count at four, breathing through the slight bite of pain, sucking air into lungs being powered by the beating of her heart. They really felt different than a plug. Whatever they were, they jiggled a little or something and heated up some nerve endings in there. A tug right at her opening had the objects pressing harder inside, and she moaned in response. Someone patted her ass and chuckled. Sean.
"Come up on your knees, wench," Sean commanded, now in front of her.
Jillian pushed up and sat back on her haunches, her eyes widening at the feeling of the objects reseating themselves in her ass. A blindfold was slipped over her head and tied off, but not before she saw Sean unsnap the front of his leathers and pull out his cock. She felt her hands being tied behind her and worried about her balance before she calmed and waited.
Sean couldn't believe the picture Jillian had made, her beautiful pale form in such contrast to the plush pile of the black rug, the white lingerie nearly invisible against her skin. Her Titian hair flowed around her bowed head. He had to take a picture with his cell phone so that he could look at it whenever she wasn't around to look at or to touch. It felt sneaky, but he couldn't resist being able to see her like this whenever he wanted. He knelt right in front of her, and Peter gathered her hair behind her head as Sean pulled her to lean forward, her balance sustained only by Peter's grip on her hair. Sean poured oil onto his hands and massaged Jillian's breasts until they glistened and slipped against his fingers. He lowered her until he could press her breasts around his cock, the position awkward but forcing Jillian to give up any control over falling and simply trust them. Between them, they slid her up and down the length of his cock, Sean holding her breasts together as Peter raised and lowered her head. It felt like magic to Sean, seeing her head bob up and down in a parody of fellatio, the soft mounds of her breasts caressing him from root to tip. The nipple clamps had to be making this harder for her, but she didn't complain. He had to let her go before he blew, pushing up to his feet as Peter pulled her head upright, so that her mouth was level with his cock.
"Open."
Jillian accepted him, closing her lips tightly as he then fisted his hands in her hair, replacing Peter's.
"Take everything I give you, wench, with no complaints," he said darkly.
Sean fucked her mouth mercilessly. Jillian knew her lips would be bruised, and already her jaw was aching as his girth filled her up. He didn't take long, though, to push to the back of her throat and spray hot spurts of semen against it. Jillian tried to swallow, but there was too much and he was too deep. His seed, mixed with her saliva, spilled out of her mouth and trickled in rivulets down her chin and onto her breasts as he withdrew. She heard Peter mutter at the sight, and Sean ran his hand roughly across her cheek. No one wiped her mouth or chest, and Jillian knelt there in the silence, feeling incredibly feminine and in charge. It was ridiculous because there she was, tied and blindfolded, at their mercy, yet she knew she ultimately held the power.
A moment later Jillian was helped to lay back, her legs grateful for the respite. Her hands were still tied behind her, and it wasn't that comfortable, but the feeling of being restrained added to her anticipation. She felt someone kneel at her feet and spread her legs, folding them at her knees to place her feet flat, opening her fully. A finger slid into her vagina and back out. Then something cold and round was fitted there and slowly pushed up inside. The size stole her breath for a moment until she stretched to accommodate it. Jillian wanted to ask what it was but was forestalled by the insertion of another object of the same size and shape. The combination of the ones in her ass and those in her vagina were a trifle overwhelming, and she had to ask.
"Please, uh, sirs," she tried. "What are those in my, in my, oh hell, up my ass and pussy?"
Peter laughed out loud from his position between her legs. "There are anal beads in your back hole, little virgin, and Ben Wa balls in the front one. They will move about as we ready you for us."
Jillian heard Sean hiss at Peter. "What did you tell her that for? It would be better if she just wondered."
"She'll obsess about the toys because she hasn't seen them before," he whispered back, like she couldn't hear.
Peter lifted her legs and slung them over his shoulders. He shoved his tongue inside her, making contact with a ball and forcing it higher to clink against the other. Jillian nearly bucked out of his hold, and Sean moved quickly to hold her shoulders flat while Peter made a meal of her pussy.
Jillian writhed and squirmed against Peter's mouth. He ate at her like she was lunch, sucking and lapping her moisture, nibbling on her clit. When he licked her from anus to clit, she shrieked. She figured those anal beads must have a tie or something on the end because it got dragged with his tongue and they jostled and jiggled right along with the sensation in her pussy. White lights flashed behind her eyes when he drew her nub into his mouth and sucked hard while simultaneously pushing a finger up into both of her openings. Jillian screamed his name and experienced an orgasm that went on forever as the balls and beads banged around against one another and communicated through the thin membrane separating them. Peter lapped at her until she stopped clenching then gently lowered her legs to the floor.
Sean didn't give her a moment's respite before he sucked a nipple into his mouth, using his weight to hold her steady, even as Peter pushed down on her belly with one hand. Sean tormented the other nipple with his mouth, adding his fingers to the mix, rolling the abandoned tip against the clamp. He pulled back and released the clamps at the same time as Peter pushed harder on her belly to intensify the fullness of the objects inside her at her womb. Jillian went over with a whimper and shuddered with the intensity.
Peter watched Jillian fall back into herself. He was glad he had pulled the blindfold off before she came. He loved to watch her orgasm, her mouth slightly agape, her eyes wide with pleasure. He loved her cries of passion. It was a picture he never tired of seeing. He looked up at Sean and saw lust, excitement, and sheer dominance reflected back at him. The more gentle part was over. Time to enforce their slave's obedience.
Chapter Fourteen
Sean was impatient for the discipline scene to start. He was hard and ready to go again but wanted to push Jillian as far as she could go in accepting erotic pain. Including branding. Not that he'd mark her permanently, but it was such a turn-on to see a woman writhing when she knew she was being claimed. He would never go back to fetish clubs but was really enjoying some of the activities he was introducing Jillian to. And Peter, well, who knew? Peter had loved his ideas and expanded upon them. Best of all, Jillian welcomed them.
Sean swept Jillian up and stood her on her feet, attaching a dog leash to her collar. Her head flew back, and she glared at him, as he hoped she would. He loved her temper.
"I'm not a dog, Sean," she informed him, "and I don't care if this is part of your scene. Take that off."
Peter whacked her across the ass, and Sean put her over his shoulder and smacked her ass all the way to the bedroom. He put her down right under the hook in the ceiling and untied her hands, taking time to rub her wrists and shoulders until she looked comfortable. Then he tied them back together and hooked them to the rope above her head while Peter secured her ankles to the hooks in the floor. They made sure to stretch her as much as they could without putting undue strain on her muscles and joints. She looked absolutely gorgeous, all drawn up and restrained. The corset restricted her breathing a little as it was supposed to do.
"We are going to instruct you in total obedience, slave," Sean told her. "We would prefer to hear you scream but will offer you a gag in our infinite mercy."
Jillian thought that this might be getting a bit too dark for her and didn't want a gag in case she really needed to scream and tell them to stop. She was getting totally aroused again, but this instruction thing seemed a little over the top. She shook her head and refused the gag. The anal beads jostled, and her vagina clenched on those freaking balls. It made for a nice distraction.
Sean uncoiled the flogger from around his waist and began to stroke her with it, slowly, slowly building in intensity. Her translucent skin above and below the corset took on a pink hue as she initially tried to move away from the lash, then began to lean into it. Her head fell back and her throat worked as she moaned and whimpered. He wanted to redden her ass and her pussy but didn't trust Peter's expertise with the crop yet, so he grabbed a paddle from the wardrobe once Peter opened the lock. The chair was heaped on the bottom of the wardrobe, and Jillian wouldn't know what it was she was seeing even if she did spy it. She was far too busy reaching for another orgasm.
At Sean's nod, Peter began to paddle Jillian's buttocks. He slapped every inch of her ass, from their fullness to where her cheeks joined her thighs, until her skin glowed. He then brought the paddle up in an underhand motion to slap her pussy. Jillian was screaming and begging and pleading by then to come. Peter told her that she would come when her punishment was complete and not before and was a bit taken aback at the threats she made to his person. Sean shrugged and whispered to him that he had seen this before. Subs at the Club sometimes became so overloaded with sensation that they spoke out in ways they wouldn't normally.
He handed Peter a vibrator, and Peter held it to Jillian's clit while Sean flogged her nipples. Her screams probably alerted his upstairs neighbors, an elderly couple, partially deaf and probably at home and probably calling the police right now.
But she sure was beautiful in the clutch of her climax.
Jillian came out of her stupor to find herself restrained and spread on the dining room table. The men had somehow found a way to use the table legs to attach the velvet ropes to without making her too uncomfortable. Sean must have remembered her complaint about the hardness of the wood because there was some kind of thickness of fabric beneath her. She was also quite naked. Shoot, she would have liked to be present when the corset came off. Peter propped her up and held a bottle of water to her lips. She drank thirstily, and he kissed the residual moisture from her lips.
"Falling for our sex slave, Peter?" Sean asked from his position at the foot of the table, never taking his eyes from her open sex. If Jillian hadn't been so tired, she would have told him how rude he was being.
Peter chuckled. "Maybe."
"I think I'm done for the day, guys," Jillian suggested. "I've had lots of orgasms, and I'd like those things out of me."
Sean gave her an incredibly dark look. "Slaves are branded, Jillian. And then made ours by an act we have practiced for generations. Prepare yourself."
Jillian watched as he lit a candle and came around to stand by her side. Peter held her shoulders firmly. What the fuck? What did he mean by branding? For real?
"What are you going to do?" she whispered.
Peter leaned to whisper in her ear. "Jilly, please trust Sean. He knows what he is doing. You can ask him later about it."
Jillian didn't want to have anything to do with candles, but Peter had put the onus on her. Did she trust them? She did. They wouldn't hurt her, she was certain. But candles? She took a deep breath and watched Sean lean over her and carefully drip the wax. It fell just under her right breast, and she arched at the tiny burn but didn't ask him to stop. He seemed to trace a shape and punctuated it with a drop on her nipple. That blew her away, and she shrieked. The next shape took longer but the sensation on her other nipple felt just as amazing. Peter kissed her, and then she felt him spread her labia wide. She tensed and panted, anticipating what was coming. She could smell her own arousal, and when she pried her eyes open, she could see that both Sean and Peter's cocks were bouncing against their bellies. Sean took careful aim and coated her button with a larger dollop of wax. Jillian spasmed and came, hard.
"Babe," Sean breathed into her hair. "You look incredible. I want you to see."
Jillian peered at herself in the full-length mirror that was mounted inside the wardrobe. A flushed, wanton being stared back, hair streaming, tangled, and nipples as red as cherries, supported by two large, incredibly sexy men. Faint red marks etched her belly, and she realized that Sean had traced his and Peter's first initial onto her with the heat from the melting wax. It was so erotic and juvenile that it brought tears to her eyes. Her men gazed at their marks with goofy looks of possessiveness. Jillian wanted to slap them both up alongside their heads but lacked even the strength to raise her hand. Peter must have caught a glimpse of her change in attitude because he quickly gathered her to him and laid her on the bed, stretching out beside her.
Sean, being the full-speed-ahead kind of guy that he was, took the slave-trader pose again and opened his mouth. Jillian wearily held up her hand and pushed fretfully at Peter's shoulder.
"Give it a rest, Sean," she complained. "Peter, get away from me. I need to regroup."
Sean practically pouted with disappointment, and Jillian managed not to laugh. She had no idea what time it was, but it felt like they had been playing with her for hours. She was thirsty and thought she might be hungry if her nether parts weren't so stuffed. She reached down to feel for the string attached to the anal beads, and Sean grabbed her hand.
"No, slave," he corrected her. "You do not touch yourself unless we tell you to."
"Well then, you take these things out of me," she ordered.
Sean's face darkened. "Maybe you should put on a show for us. We can attach the spreader and get a really good view, slave."
Spreader? God, he had bought some other new toy. It sounded ominous. She had had enough, and he needed to back off until she had a nap.
Peter headed Sean off before he made good on his threat. They could use the spreader another time. Jillian was tuckered out, and the big finale was something Peter wasn't going to do without, unless of course Jillian outright refused them. But maybe she wouldn't if Sean just backed off for a bit.
"Go get her some water, buddy," he urged Sean. "I'll help her take the toys out."
He saw Sean abandon his slave-trader character like a dog shaking water from its coat. Sean really was good at this kind of stuff, and they would be sure to play with Jillian maybe every couple of weeks. He liked it a lot, too, and thought some research into the D/s lifestyle wouldn't hurt. Unless Jillian freaked out. God, all he wanted was to please this woman, pleasure her forever and ever.
Peter helped Jillian totter to the bathroom where he carefully removed the beads first. Her deep intakes of air worried him a little, but she relaxed immediately, so he thought it was probably okay. Sean had used them before and believed most women really enjoyed the stimulation. Apparently Jillian had, too. The Ben Wa balls were a little more difficult to remove. Every time he reached a finger in to hook one, Jilly would clench and he would lose his grip. Finally, he realized she was doing it on purpose, so he upended her over his lap while he sat on the closed toilet, managing not to crack her skull on the side of the tub. He smacked her ass until she let him slip them out. He then ran her a tub, cuddling her close while it filled, neither of them saying much of anything.
Sean came in with the water and took in the tender moment.
"I tried to cram too many experiences into one day, eh?" he said. "Although I really wanted to ream Jillian's ass when the beads had done their job."
Peter watched as Jillian lifted her head and gave Sean a look, but she didn't say anything.
Sean continued, "You like a bite of pain, honey, and I've fantasized about shoving in there and fucking you hard and fast. But we've got lots of time ahead to get to that."
Jillian shrugged against Peter's shoulder. "We'll see," she said.
Peter reflected that this was about what she would allow them. Shit, Jillian had all the power in this relationship. He thought that was just fine, and it looked as though Sean had accepted it as well.
Sean helped Peter get her into the tub, and they peeled off their leathers to get in with her, Sean holding the bottled water to her lips and kissing the drops off her mouth as Peter had done earlier. Jillian leaned back against him, her eyes closed, her lips curving into a smile.
They let her soak a long time, adding more hot water as it cooled, watching the marks on her belly darken with the heat and then begin to fade. Peter thought about what kind of rings they would get. He figured he could maybe include their collective birthstones. Both he and Sean had been born in July, and Jillian's birthstone was a pearl. He could visualize a huge, lustrous pearl set between two rubies in platinum. He and Sean could have matching platinum bands.
He held back a chuckle when Sean murmured, "C'mon, babe, last scene of the day."
Jillian yawned and shook her head. "Nope, dinner and a movie."
"Dinner and then the last scene," Sean countered, to Peter's approval.
Jillian opened her eyes and saw Peter watching her anxiously, hopefully. Sean just waited. Well, fine. But she was having dinner first, and not at their feet like a slave girl.
The forgotten lunch became their dinner. Jillian sat between them at the breakfast bar, wearing one of Peter's painstakingly ironed shirts. Sean apparently rarely took his suit coat off, so as long as his collar, cuffs, and the bit of shirt that showed in the front was wrinkle free, he didn't care and never ironed. So of course Jillian wore Peter's. She noticed that Peter winced, but he kept quiet. As before, both men fed Jillian from their plates as well. She took the edge off her hunger and refused dessert. Instead, she drank down another bottle of water. All that screaming and carrying on made her thirsty. She suspected that what her guys had planned for her was going to be pretty special. Peter's face had been an open book, and Sean fairly vibrated with tension. She pushed back from the counter and hopped down.
Peter and Sean uncoiled their lengths to stand and face her. Jillian resisted the urge to run and docilely let them herd her down the hall to the bedroom. She stopped short in the doorway, nearly getting walked over by Peter. So that was what Sean had been up to while Peter put the food together. A black leather contraption hung from the hook in the ceiling. She forced herself closer to examine it, and Sean began to unbutton Peter's shirt.
"What is this?" she asked.
"A swing, also known as a hanging chair, babe," Sean answered, pulling the shirt from her and tossing it onto the bed.
"We'll strap you into it and then fuck you standing up, honey," Peter explained. "You'll like it."
"Uh-huh."
"You will, Jillian, really. Trust us," Peter urged, once again wearing that hopeful look.
Jillian took a breath and nodded her head. They hadn't steered her wrong yet. Sean and Peter each placed a hand under her thighs and an arm around her shoulders, lifting her and then setting her into the chair. Her legs slipped through separate openings, and Sean secured her with a strap around her waist while Peter held her up. Her arms slid through two openings higher up and then were raised to be coupled together above her head. It was like when they hung her up but she was more in a sitting position, her ass and pussy exposed and hanging free. When Sean arranged some straps and her legs were pulled wide, her calves dangling, it really felt like a swing or a chair. Jillian pumped her feet experimentally and sure enough the little action propelled her forward and then back in a slight movement. The sight of Peter and Sean playing rock, paper, scissors transfixed her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, suspiciously.
Peter flushed but spoke up. "We're deciding who stands behind and who gets the front."
Jillian glared at them. "For God's sake. My sexual education awaits, and you two are fucking around with a kid's game. And remember condoms. No more tempting fate."
Peter smiled sweetly and swooped in for a kiss. Jillian's pussy promptly added to the moisture it had already produced when she first saw the chair. Her nipples hardened when Peter blew in her ear and stepped between her legs. He had shucked his boxers, and his erection was especially formidable. Sean nuzzled the nape of her neck, making her shudder, and she turned to try and kiss him. He leaned in and sucked her tongue into his mouth, and she felt his cock poking at her ass. He worked some lube in there with a finger or two. They were going to fuck her together, and she knew that the movement of the swing would allow them to simply hold firm and she would be impaled and helpless to do anything other than accept it. It was really hot, and she knew they would take care of her. Sean was testing her wetness, and she felt a lot of lube flood up her pussy.
Sean bent into her slightly and, to her surprise, fitted his cock to her vaginal opening. He straightened and thrust as he did so. Jillian gasped as he filled her to the hilt. Peter stroked a finger where she and Sean were joined. She felt more lube and stared up into Peter's eyes as he stared back at her, his face taut with control and desire.
"Relax, Jillian," he urged. "Let me open you a little."
Jillian felt Peter hook a finger just inside her vagina and pull. It stung, and she flinched, and then his cock began to inch its way in beside Sean's as he straightened and thrust upward.
"No," she cried out. "You're too big, Peter. It won't fit. Stop."
Peter immediately halted his progress but didn't pull out. She felt him nearly panting against her shoulder, all her senses hyperalert. She wanted him to pull out, to stop, but she also wanted to have them both inside her pussy at the same time. That suggestion by Sean had never really passed from her memory. Surely they weren't any bigger than Sean's fist had been. She tried to relax and must have succeeded because Peter slipped up a bit higher. She felt his chest flex against her breasts as he dipped a little and then straightened, and moved higher still. She groaned as a flood of her lubricant slipped down to coat them all, and Peter surged in the rest of the way. He rocked forward a scant inch, and Sean rocked back. The fullness made her ears roar and her eyes sting. Little pushes, back and forth. A few more. Something tremendous rose up from her belly as the men jostled her between them, and Jillian screamed out in yet another soul-scalding orgasm, making Sean and Peter grunt with the intense pressure. Sean pulled out and entered her ass, using the copious amounts of lubricant coating his cock to ease the way. It burned, and the bite of pain centered Jillian, only to feel it turn to intense pleasure as he reamed her, dueling with Peter, who was still thrusting up into her vagina. She clenched harder on them, the swing forcing them deeper then pulling them out. Their cocks dragged against her tender tissues, and this time they went over nearly at the same time with her, Sean first, and then Peter, the heat of his ejaculate felt right through the condom at her womb.
Jillian felt like a rag doll and bet her men were glad to have the support of the chair to hold her until they could take it down and extricate her. Somehow they all got to the bed, not to awaken until morning and day seven. The day of rest.
Chapter Fifteen
Jillian felt a little depressed. Her girl parts were sore, and she had sworn off sex. Sean had tried to put his face between her legs, and she had slapped him hard, reminding him that it was day seven. Peter tried to cup her breast when she had sat up to get to the bathroom, so she slapped him, too. She hoped their cocks were sore, seeing as they had stuffed them into some pretty tight places the night before. Those tight places needed some time off. Jillian was kidding herself. She had loved the week and all the sex stuff. Not that she was going to do it every day, but once in awhile it would be a trip. Sean and Peter were full of innovative ideas for certain, and she would for sure come up with her own. That was if she wasn't getting ahead of herself. Being pregnant was going to put a different spin on the sex. Being pregnant was going to change her whole freaking life, and that of Sean and Peter's, too. She wasn't going to think about it if she could help it, though, until she knew for sure.
A hot soak helped a little, although she had locked the door against the guys, really needing some alone time. Then she wished she had let them come in and help her bathe. Crap, she needed to smarten up and get a grip. The condo had been put back to normal by the time she woke up, and no one would have guessed that she had been fucked six ways from Sunday on every available surface in the place with the exception of the breakfast bar. Sean had muttered about that surface being perfect for a show and the spreader. She was kind of curious and felt a tingle between her legs, but quickly forced her thoughts away from it. She had taken it all this week, every bit of pleasure she could soak up, and had given two men she believed she might have come to love as much as she could in return. The future loomed, and she was scared. Two men, maybe a baby. Oh, God. Don't think about it.
"Jilly?" Peter spoke through the door. "Honey? Want to go for Sunday brunch at Oxford's? We'd like to take you."
Jillian forced the tears back and tried to speak normally. She dredged up some justifiable anger and answered him. "I really have nothing to wear, Peter, if you recall. Somebody chopped up my skirt!"
"We could stop by your place so you can change, maybe water the plants and stuff."
Jillian sighed. She really should just go home and hide for the rest of the day or get organized for work. She didn't think she wanted them at her place. It might prove to be her sanctuary.
"You can loan me your shirt and a belt to make it look like a dress. That should get me in past the doorman. But I just want to go home."
Sean's angry voice thundered through the door. "Get out of the tub and get dried off and come for brunch, or I'll come in and get you."
"Fuck you, lawyer boy," she shouted back, and then burst into noisy tears.
There was a scraping noise at the door, and the knob turned and it flew open, framing Sean and Peter as they tried to get to her at the same time. Sean got a shoulder in first and stalked forward to reach down and pull her up and out of the tub. Peter held a towel up and wrapped it around her. Jillian kept crying, and Sean folded her to him and patted her back.
"It's okay, babe. I'm sorry I yelled."
"I don't know why I'm crying," she sniffled. "I hate this whiny side of me."
Peter stroked her hair. "It's okay, honey. You're worn out and upset about things."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Things?"
"Well, maybe you're sad to have the week end. And you're not certain what's going to happen next. And there's maybe a baby, too," Peter said.
Jillian nodded. "All of that," she confirmed. "I'm just fucking overwhelmed."
Sean teased her, saying, "We are going to need to work on that mouth if you are going to be a mother. Hey! What was that for?"
Jillian pinched him again, this time on the underside of his arm, making him wince. "I don't want you to talk about motherhood or babies or anything. I'm not going to think about it for the next two weeks."
"Okay, babe. Now, figure out how to cover yourself, and we'll take you home for some clothes you can wear to Oxford's."
Jillian extricated herself from his hold and walked to the doorway. She turned and looked at them both. "Kiss, now."
Peter flinched, and Sean glowered. Jillian stared them down.
"Hug one another like you mean it and plant one, right now."
Peter shuffled toward Sean and tried a man hug, awkward with the lack of spontaneity.
"Pretend your team just scored a touchdown, you big lummox, and hug Peter," Jillian taunted Sean.
Sean, looking for all the world like he was going to his doom, put one arm around Peter and quickly hugged him, immediately dropping his arm.
Jillian tapped her foot and waited. Finally, using the silent communication they utilized when tag teaming her, Sean and Peter closed the gap between them, their opposite arms coming up to wrap around the other man, their lips touching for a nanosecond.
"Better," she said and turned on her heel to move into the bedroom, the towel floating to the floor behind her.
"Fuck," Sean said ruefully. "I can't get hard, not even with looking at that ass. This has been a marathon, and I guess I do have my limits."
"Same here. But, Sean? It was important for Jilly to see how deep our friendship was, and I don't have a problem with that nor showing it. Just affection," he added hastily.
Sean said, "I hear you. It was weird, but I get it."
"Now I'm going to see if I can talk her into one of my least-favorite shirts to wear home. Ironing's a bitch." Peter hurried after Jillian.
Brunch at Oxford's gave them all a taste of what was to come. Both Peter and Sean wanted to sit by Jillian, and so they settled on a booth in order to put her between them. Then it was awkward for her to talk to them both without turning her head like watching a tennis match. Rock, paper, scissors was going to become part of their lives. The doorman had looked at them both narrowly when they had escorted Jillian upstairs to her apartment. She confided that he had never seen her bring a man home because she had never wanted to and had always been picky that way. It cheered the men immensely to understand that her lack of experience was indeed for real, but underscored how difficult it would be for her to have two men on either arm at the same time.
They decided to wait until Jilly found out if she was pregnant or not before coming out openly as a committed unit. Jillian insisted that she needed some time to get her head straight. She agreed that a baby should have a legal father on paper, but they didn't immediately come up with a way to decide who would marry her on paper and who would be the silent, if equal, partner. If she wasn't pregnant, then they would continue as a threesome until such time as she wanted to marry. Procrastination seemed the only option.
Chapter Sixteen
To say that the next two weeks at work was awkward would be an understatement. Jillian thought everyone could tell that something had happened between her and her guys just by looking at her. She knew that while she was stressed, she also moved and acted in a way that spoke of a mature woman thoroughly in touch with her sexuality. And then some. People commented on the change in her, wondering, but not able to put a finger on it, like those men in the erectile dysfunction ads. The decision to keep things under wraps now felt devious. She wasn't ashamed of their relationship, and by their hot, covetous looks, directed at her no matter who was looking, neither were Peter and Sean. She just didn't know how to tell people. It was hard enough to get back into the swing of things and begin on the new account she had been assigned to. Peter had been correct in surmising that the team would be split up, although Sean was still the in-house lawyer for her new account as well as most of the others. Peter was clearly unhappy that he would be traveling for the next few months, as the account he had been assigned required on-site attention, all the way across the country. He had been in the city for only a few days after they had returned to work.
And at the back of her mind was the countdown to the day when her period would or wouldn't come. She had no idea of when she ovulated, really. According to every chart she looked at, she had been at her most fertile that week they had shared, but that was the norm for most women. Jillian wasn't sure she was like most women, and her ambivalence about the possible pregnancy was making her crazy. She and Sean had lunch when their schedules allowed, and he had slept over at her place a couple of nights when Peter was out of town. Jillian knew that Peter had encouraged it, despite a hint of jealousy and longing, because she had begun to distance herself. She knew it and hated it, but it had always been her style. Just in case, take protective measures. Don't get totally involved and committed because it never works out. Sean and Peter knew it, too, and she could hardly stand the anger in Sean's eyes that masked his hurt and the blatant pain in Peter's when he had kissed her good-bye before heading out to catch his plane. It was insane to fall back into old thought patterns when there was no doubt in her mind that they both wanted her, loved her, and wanted to be with her forever. It was the uncertainty about which direction the future was going to take that was causing her to build the wall between them. Jillian had now decided that she wasn't ready to be a mom. She didn't know if she ever would be ready, even with Peter and Sean's reassurances of their faith in her ability and promises of total support. And if she was pregnant, there was no way she would terminate their baby. God, it was so unbelievably stressful.
Sean wandered through the office, searching for Jillian. She wasn't anywhere to be found, and when he checked with the receptionist, he determined that she hadn't called in sick. She just wasn't anywhere he looked. It was too early for a break, and he was perplexed. Their woman had retreated from them. Peter had calmly explained all the reasons why, and maybe they made sense to Peter's sensitive side and women everywhere, but Sean wanted to spank her ass. He dug deep for patience every day and had long phone conversations with Peter, who was in some fucking hotel several hundred miles away. He felt like a teenage girl, seeking reassurance from his BFF. It unmanned him, and he was tired of it. He then heard Peter's voice and headed toward the sound, not realizing that his friend had returned.
"I thought you weren't back until tomorrow," he nearly accused Peter, although he was thrilled he was back early.
Peter faced him. "I caught the red-eye. I didn't like the sound of things here."
Sean backed down. Peter looked spent, his face drawn and his eyes shadowed. At least Sean had been able to sleep in the same bed with Jillian a couple of times, although he had to really work hard to make a place there for himself. He had managed to cop a few feels, not to mention that one time...He dragged himself back to the present.
"I've been looking for her, and she isn't around anywhere."
Peter grabbed Sean's arm and steered him toward the break room, away from some interested faces and perked ears.
"Keep it down, buddy," he advised. "We'll find her."
Peter walked toward the women's bathroom, Sean right on his heels. Peter pushed open the door and headed inside toward the stalls, flaunting the bounds of propriety. The room seemed empty, but then they heard a tiny sob.
"Jilly? Jilly, honey, is that you?"
Silence.
Sean looked at Peter, a look of panic crossing his face. "Jillian? Answer us."
A nose was blown, and then the toilet flushed. Clothes rustled, and the door to the end stall opened and Jillian emerged, eyes puffy, nose red, and her makeup smeared. Sean and Peter wrapped her up between them, just holding her. Neither wanted to ask, and the silence stretched out.
Jillian said, in a tiny voice, "I got my period."
"Babe," Sean said, dropping a kiss on her head, crashing his forehead into Peter's descending chin in the process.
Peter cleared his throat. "How are you doing with that, honey?" he asked.
Jillian sniffled and choked back a sob. "I don't know. I'm relieved, but I'm so sad. I guess I wanted your baby without really knowing it, when I thought I had decided I didn't want to be a mom. I'm so fucked up."
"We will give you a baby anytime you want, honey," Peter reassured her. "You decide, and we'll be there for you."
Sean leered at her. "Our pleasure."
Jillian managed a little laugh. "Okay. I guess now we figure out where to go from here, like who we want to know about our, er, relationship. All that stuff."
Bianca from sales breezed in and slid to an abrupt stop, her eyes widening at the sight of three coworkers, two of them male, standing in a clinch in the women's washroom. She backed up, stuttering an apology, and fled out the door.
Sean chuckled, "Well, I guess we don't need to worry about who gets to know or who doesn't."
Jillian's lips thinned, and she gave him a mutinous look as she pulled away to go over to the mirror. She started to clean her face and put herself back together.
"People can think what they like," she stated, locking eyes with Sean in the mirror. "I don't give a shit what they think. If the boss has an issue, he can find someone else to carry the load."
Peter smiled at her. "We aren't going to talk about anything to our coworkers, honey. I think it will be obvious to people we trust and like, and the others can go hang. Our families are a different matter, but we'll figure that out later. I'm heading home to catch up on my sleep. I'll see you and Sean after work, and we'll talk then."
"Just talk?" Jillian complained.
"Well, I think I'll have my strength back after some shut-eye, sweetheart. Sean looks like a stallion who has been locked up away from the mares, so he can pick up the slack."
Sean grunted in agreement. He would obviously have no problem occupying Jillian while Peter rested up.
Peter stooped to kiss Jillian gently. "Love you."
"Me, too, you both. Forever. Promise."
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Allyson Young now lives in cottage country in Manitoba with her husband of many years and assorted pets, having lived and worked all across Canada. Her two children are grown and either away at university or now working for their own living!
Allyson worked primarily in human services and has seen the best and the worst of what people bring to the table. She has written for years, usually short stories or poetry, published in small local papers and the like. After recently reading a novel by Sophie Oak, she was inspired by the humanity behind the intense sexuality, believing that this is truly how life should be, any kind of loving relationship being worth the long, hard slog, regardless of the bumps along the way. But love isn't always sweet, and Allyson leans toward the darker side of romance.
Also by Allyson Young
Ménage Amour: Forgiveness
Siren Classic: Wishes
Ménage Amour: Away
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