Night of the Senses Page 19

  A moment later, Chris rubbed the electric prod over her raw ass, ripping screams from her throat and making her stumble.

  Evan’s hands grabbed her waist, but her momentum was too hard, and she plopped onto his long length. His cock throbbed against her belly and his arms stole around her, pulling her tight against his heart. His lips claimed hers, gentle at first then with an all-consuming hunger that hypnotised her and made her forget her pain as exquisite sensations coasted down her body.

  “Did I say you could fall? That you could kiss?” Chris bellowed, breaking into her bliss.

  When she was yanked away from Evan and cradled against Chris’s powerful chest, her breath caught in her throat. The curly matt of hair on her Master’s broad chest tickled her nipples so she couldn’t help but squirm and rub against him, making her overwhelming need known. When were they planning to fuck her? When would she feel their cocks inside and not just rubbing against her?

  “You are such a bad girl. I can’t trust the two of you to obey, but I promise you, you will learn.” Chris’s breath glided across her lips, down the length of her throat and over her nipples.

  How she longed to say, “But you promised to fuck me without mercy. When will you keep your promises?” but she bit her lip again more in curiosity to find out what he planned to do to her next than from fear.

  He lowered her to a firm mattress, and she waited for one or two large bodies to follow, finally pressing their hard length into her.

  “I’m not going to cuff you…yet.” Instead, Chris tossed something leather on her stomach. To Evan he said, “Dress her in this, slave.”

  Evan murmured against her ear, his breath hot and ticklish. “Come to Daddy. Get up on your knees and hold up your arms, beautiful.”

  Feeling her way, grabbing whom she perceived to be Evan to steady herself, she stood on her knees then lifted her arms high over her head. When his thumbs stroked the underside of her breasts a shiver snaked through her at the sensation of his callused skin against the virgin silkiness of hers. Despite the soft firmness of the leather, it felt similar to her naughty teddy in that her boobs poked out of very decadent cut outs. Although it strapped around her legs, it left her pussy naked and vulnerable and feeling oh so amazing. and ready to be fucked hard.

  Chris purred, “Finish snapping her in then help me hook her to the chains and cuff her.”

  Chains? Cuffs?

  Her head jerked around and listened for the jangle of chains. Curiosity made her ask, “What are you going to do with the chains?”

  A hard slap stung her ass, making her violently jerk. And then a second. Chris whispered against her ear, “How dare you question your Master? You do not have permission to speak.”

  Uncontrollable quivers claimed her, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. She wanted their cocks so bad she was about to beg and plead for them. As much as she’d dreamed about having Evan’s cock plundering her, as hard as she’d fantasised about this, she hadn’t been this turned on.

  As Evan helped her dress, his cock trailed her flesh and bumped against her pussy. She longed to beg him to go for it, to drive into her long and hard and deep and never stop fucking her, never stop loving her. Once he started, she didn’t think she could ever let him go and would forever be addicted.

  Four hands roamed her body then, without warning, hoisted her high, hooked her to chains so that she felt weightless and out of control. They cuffed her wrists so that she was completely, totally helpless. They cuffed her ankles, spread her legs so wide her thighs ached then clipped them to chains as well so that she couldn’t kick or swing. Then a hot, musky cock dripping with cum pushed against her lips, and Chris said in an oh so sultry, velvety voice, “Suck my dick, but don’t bite it no matter what. Take all of me into your mouth and drink deeply of my nectar.”

  In anticipation of tasting his ambrosia, she parted her lips to welcome his scrumptious cock inside. Then a set of warm hands soothed salve onto her ass. She was shocked by the impassioned whimper that escaped her parted lips. She didn’t know which felt more heavenly, the cock sliding in and out of her mouth or the gentle massage on her extremely sensitive flesh.

  As Chris’s cock fucked her mouth with more passion, Evan spread her butt cheeks and worked his cock into her anus. Gently but firmly, he slid in and out, an excruciating inch at a time until he was all the way inside. His thumb massaged her clit until she was in a mindless vortex of bliss. She wondered how she could feel such delight when her pussy had yet to be penetrated, had yet to know either of their cocks.

  As the cocks pillaged her on both ends, she gave herself up to rapture. She adored Chris’s mouth-watering cock and fantasised how it would feel in her pussy as she impaled herself on it and bucked on him like a bronco. Or would he ride her? She prayed both. Hadn’t he promised all day and all night? She hoped it would lengthen into a lifetime.

  Although she couldn’t move much, her pussy writhed and, never wanting to let it go, she clenched Evan’s cock. Her blood simmered. Her ass ached and felt heavenly all at once, so sensitive the merest touch shot her to the moon.

  Chris’s thrusts became deeper and more desperate, without mercy as he’d promised. He shovelled his fingers through her hair, held tight then made one final thrust. He howled as his cum burst into her mouth and poured down her throat. So much filled her mouth, she started to gag and it trickled out her lips and coated her chin.

  Chris released her just as she was soaring into the stratosphere, catapulting into heaven. “Unhook her. Let’s put her on the bed.”

  Evan pulled out of her ass, and he unclipped her from first one chain and gently lowered her leg to the ground then the other. He held her as Chris unhooked the chains holding her body.

  Together, they carried her to the bed and laid her on her side, her hands still cuffed so that she was vulnerable to their every whim. She yearned for her most fervent wish to come true, that she would finally know their cocks in her pussy, that they would truly be one.

  “Lay on your back, slave,” Chris said to Evan.

  Beside her the mattress depressed and she rolled against a warm, naked body. She envisioned Evan laid flat, his legs spread wide, his cock big and beautiful calling to her. Someone uncuffed her hands, and the jangle of the metal tinkled then clanged as if hitting the floor beside the bed. “Spread those tart legs of yours as wide as you can and straddle Evan. Sit on his cock and ride his big hard dick as fast and wild as you can, slave. Show us what a sweet, hot, little slut you really are. Make your daddy mad.”

  Chris’s words engulfed her in a new round of quivers. Eager to feel Evan’s cock in her pussy, to be one with him, her heart raced. Impatiently, she waited for Chris to cleanse him. Then tingling with building want and need for him, she leaned over him to get her balance and teased his chest with her aching nipples.

  Evan’s breath feathered her lips as he whispered, “I’m so very hot for you I’m about to burn up. Are your quivers for me? Do you want to be one with me? To feel me deep inside?” His hands worshipped her bare breasts until she was mindless with need. They held a heat entirely different from the sun’s and posed far more danger.

  Her body clenched at the sound of his desire-coarsened voice. Red-hot with need, unable to speak around the lump in her throat, she nodded. No air was left to breathe, but she could not move away, even if she dared.

  When his lips grazed hers, she forgot to breathe and her head swam. It was so very much more than a kiss, than lips touching lips. It was soul touching soul. Vaguely, she wondered what Chris would do while she and Evan made love. Mere seconds later, however, he seduced the thought away when he moved behind her and gently but firmly worked his cock into her ass. His arms snaked around her and the touch of his work-roughened hands on her breasts stole the last shreds of her sanity.

  Two pairs of hands roamed her naked body, caressing her pleasure points, massaging her clit, and playing with her nipples. When screams of rapture tore from her throat, she didn’t entertain a
single thought of stopping them. Joy as she’d never experienced flooded her as the two cocks filled her to overflowing and writhed deep inside. Nothing existed for her anymore except this place that surely must be heaven.

  Evan filled his hands with her breasts and kneaded her nipples making them draw into a pucker.

  Chris’s hands held her waist as if he’d never let her go. One hand splayed warmly against the curve of her stomach.

  Unable to help herself, her heart tripping double its usual speed, her pulse ready to jump out of her wrists, she let loose screams so loud she was sure Rochelle could hear her a mile away in the restaurant, that every guest in the hotel would cream their pants in shared rapture.

  “Come for us, baby,” Chris whispered against her ear as he delved his tongue inside.

  Edges of the pain she could still feel only sharpened the pleasure, made it stronger and more complex. A low keening swirled in the pit of her stomach, and she felt her orgasm just beyond her reach. She was so glad she had gone against her father because she would never have dreamed such pleasure could exist. Suddenly, finally, she was unfettered of the heavy burden of guilt he had heaped upon her. She was gloriously, wonderfully free!

  So many wonderful sensations bombarded her from all angles, she couldn’t hold back any longer, and wave upon wave of bliss crashed into her and carried her so high she knew she’d never float down. Blissful aftershocks of her climax continued as her lovers milked her. After what seemed an eternity of exhilaration, she begged, “Stop! I can’t take anymore.”

  Chris bit her ear and drew it into his mouth. “Did you doubt for a moment we’d give you the best sex of your life? That we’d love you like no one else has ever, will ever, love you? Oh, my beautiful sweet, but we’re not done fucking you.” His voice becoming raspy, he added, “Not even close. We’re going to love you and fuck you and make you scream for hours until you’re too hoarse to scream any more, until you know without a doubt that you belong completely, wholly to us.”

  Much more of this and she knew she would die from bliss. She’d truly found heaven, and she knew she could never be completely happy with just one lover, without both her men. They completed her as much as they completed each other. She hoped and prayed they would want her just as much.

  Many hours and orgasms later, exhausted and sated, she couldn’t hold open her eyes and she curled up between her two lovers. She felt sorry for her father and other hearing impaired people that they couldn’t hear their lovers’ sighs and moans and screams of ecstasy, that they’d never hear their heart-filled murmurs of love. She thanked God again for her blessings, for her new-found lovers and pleaded that he would bless their union. If he could let the men of her religion cleave to more than one wife, grow families with more than one soul mate, he could surely allow three people who loved and adored one another to be together regardless of their gender. She refused to believe he would bless one type of union and not the other. She only asked for these two precious men, not seventeen lovers like some of the men in her father’s church.

  She fell asleep with a smile curving her cheeks and emblazoned on her heart. She hoped and prayed this would be more than a one night affair merely designed to prove something to her father. In fact, she no longer cared if he didn’t approve or if he was angry. She was going to do what she liked, whenever she liked, regardless what he or anyone else said or thought. This was her life, her soul, and her spirit, and she would only be a slave on her terms.

  The last bawdy thought broadened her grin. She’d very much enjoyed being Chris’ slave and having him for a Master/lover. She didn’t think she could ever enjoy sex sans BDSM as much as she had tonight with it.

  Chapter Five

  After making love several more times all through that night, all without the aid of sight, having to rely on her other senses, Jordin knew without a doubt she was ready to deal with her father or anyone else. She was no longer scared to step foot in Alaska and felt an awesome freedom knowing she could come and go as she pleased. However, she had no desire to journey for more than a visit to see her family and a few friends. She had no desire to leave Florida or her lovers.

  After sharing breakfast naked in bed with the men then watching them fuck one another which was another not to be missed treat that made her come almost as hard as when they’d fucked her both at the same time, she asked the men, “Are you ready to face my father and tell him about us, lovers?”

  Chris nuzzled her throat as Evan kneaded the breast closest to him. Around her breast Evan murmured, “I’d rather stay in bed with you all day.”

  She writhed against them as her fever catapulted and her desire mounted, and she swallowed to bring her voice under control. “What music to my ears. Who says I ever want to leave your bed?”

  “You did,” Chris reminded her, his sharp intake of breath whistling between his teeth. “You want us to help you confront Daddy Dearest.”

  With a dreamy, happy smile on her lips, she shrugged off his concerns and cooed. “Not anymore.”

  Both men lifted their heads and treated her to stunned looks. As if they shared one brain, they asked in unison, “No? Why not?”

  She ran the tips of her fingers over the slits in their cocks where their desire oozed out, and she lubricated their hot flesh with it. “Why not? Well…because I want to introduce you to him as my lovers, the loves of my life, and the men of my dreams. But I don’t need to prove anything to him or to anybody else anymore. I don’t care a whit if he approves or not. This is too precious to cheapen it by throwing it in somebody’s face or to use it for shock value.”

  “Group hug,” Evan said on a chuckle as he spooned against her side and coiled his arm around both herself and Chris. But then his smile dimmed, and he asked, “What do you say, Chris?”

  Chris growled and lay back on his pillow. “Are we talking happily ever after? All for one and one for all?”

  Evan propped himself up on his elbow, and his cock wilted against her. He frowned. “Why not? Last night was awesome. This is what we’ve been looking for, dreaming of. Isn’t it?” He deposited a tender, mesmerising kiss on her lips then leaned across her, his chest tickling her nipples, as he kissed Chris.

  She marvelled that she didn’t feel at all jealous when the men kissed and made love. She loved how Evan lay across her, making her a part of their love.

  After they broke the kiss, Chris narrowed his eyes at her. “I still want to meet your father.”

  She wasn’t sure she liked the tone of his voice or the gleam in his eyes. She took his hand in hers. “You sound worried. Are you troubled? Don’t be. I don’t care what he says. I’ll always love him, but I have to live my own life.”

  Chris’s lips turned down. “It’s hell when our parents don’t approve. Don’t think we don’t know that. My dad hasn’t talked to me since he met Evan.”

  “You know about my mother. At least, she still talks to us. Sometimes, I wish she wouldn’t.” Evan insinuated himself between them and circled his arms around each of them. He turned his head and gazed at her. “Call your father. Set up a lunch meeting. Our treat at the hotel restaurant.”

  She wondered if this meant they wanted to include her in their group permanently or if they just wanted to finish the original deal. As much as she longed to ask, she couldn’t voice her question.

  When she couldn’t put it off any longer, she scooted off the bed and found her raincoat where the cell phone hid in a pocket, vibrating to alert her to messages waiting. Of course, they were all from her father so she returned his texts. She didn’t have long to wait. Seconds later, her dad responded. She was so happy to be able to contact him so easily by phone after a lifetime of having to deal with those horrible phone services to help the hearing impaired. She knew it made life a lot easier on him and her mother, too. She didn’t know how hearing-impaired people had integrated into society in the primitive days before email, IMs, and texting. After last night, her heart went out to him that he couldn’t experience th
e beautiful world of sounds that had wrapped around her in the midst of love.

  Even though she’d claimed not to care if her father disapproved, she breathed a sigh of relief when he agreed to meet with all three of them at noon. She glanced at her watch and realised it was already ten-thirty, that they had lingered in bed and that she needed to shower and dress. Nervous excitement made her bound into the bedroom, and she stopped when the vision of her multiple selves rushed at her in the mirrors. After the initial shock wore off, she laughed at herself and bounded onto the bed, waving her phone. “He said ‘yes’ so I’m going back to my room to get ready.”

  She hugged and kissed each of her lovers and let her lips linger on each of theirs, savouring their love, as she loitered in the rich flow of sensations, never wanting them to end. “I’m so happy I can’t stand it.”

  The smile brewing in Evan’s eyes burst onto his face but Chris’s expression remained inscrutable as he gave a curt nod. She tried not to let her Master’s lack of enthusiasm dampen hers. “We’ll see you at noon.”

  Evan walked her to the door, dragged her into his arms and kissed her deeply. Slowly and deliberately he thrust in his tongue and traced the cavern of her mouth. “Don’t worry. It’ll be okay.” He slipped his fingers into the loose opening of her coat and pulled it down, exposing her breast and let his gaze feast upon it while the pad of his thumb had its wicked, exquisite way.

  She breathed deep. The humid air caressed the bare skin of the breast his hand did not warm. Her pussy clenched begging for another serving of his cock, but she settled for the sweetness of his touch for the time being. “I’m not worried about my father anymore. But what about Chris? He didn’t look pleased.”

  “Chris is a worrier. It’s his occupation so don’t waste a moment fretting. He’ll get with the program soon enough. Be warned. You’ll never be able to eat another French fry without guilt again.”