Brooklyn Bound (13 page)
Brook did her best to oblige. Cream ran down her thigh but she didn’t care. She wanted this more than anything she’d ever wanted. Just as her tongue ran over Tucker’s teeth, she was yanked away by a sharp tug of her hair.
Gabe cupped her chin and she sensed that he did the same to Tucker. “Beautiful. Puffy red lips on both my slut subbies. I’m satisfied your mouths are warmed up. Now suck my dick, and balls, both of you, and don’t stop until I pull your hair again.”
“Yes, Master!” Tucker nearly shouted with lusty enthusiasm.
Brook grinned and repeated, “Yes, Master.” Without the benefit of sight, she had to feel her way around. Tucker was already licking and sucking Gabe’s cock so she went below to nuzzle his balls. When they traded places Tucker captured her mouth and kissed her for a long moment before returning to the task at hand.
“Nice.” Gabe’s voice was throaty. He held their heads in place, encouraging them to go deeper and take more.
A sharp yank to her hair told Brook when to stop. Tucker yelped and she knew he’d received the same treatment.
Gabe reached down. “I can see my male slave is excited. There’s a ribbon of pre-cum leaking from the slit of his cockhead. What about my female slave?” He cupped her crotch again, inserting two fingers this time. “Oh, my. She’s wetter than ever before. I believe it’s time to get this show on the road.”
He untied her hands, and it sounded like he untied Tucker as well. “Tucker, on your back in the bed. Brooklyn, find a condom and roll it on him.”
“Please, Master,” she whispered.
“What?”
“May I remove the blindfold? I’d really love to watch.”
“Of course. Both of you.”
She tugged it off and smiled at Tucker, who’d done the same. Grabbing a foil packet from the nightstand, she then ripped it open and wasted no time rolling it over Tucker’s thick shaft.
She stole a glance at Gabe and was shocked. He looked powerful, masterful, and sexy as hell. The role suited him perfectly. As much as she imagined she’d like the role of Mistress, the role she was playing now would be hard to beat.
He motioned to the bed. “Climb up there and straddle his cock. Impale yourself slowly so I can watch. Then lean forward. I expect Tucker would enjoy sucking those tits while I prepare your anus.”
Brook did as directed, but found it hard to lower herself slowly. Her pussy was drenched and his cock was like hot steel. She sank over him in a matter of seconds.
“What a slut,” Gabe muttered. “You couldn’t wait to fuck him, could you?”
“No, Master.” She winked at him over her shoulder.
He squeezed some lube into one hand and coated his fingers. “Now, for the good part. Hold still while I stretch your opening.”
She tried to oblige, but between Tucker’s suckling of her nipples and the fingers reaming her ass, she was close to coming. “Aw, God,” she panted.
“Try to hold out, Brooks.” Gabe’s voice was his own again. “I’d love to be seated in your ass when you come for the first time.”
She could tell he was as overcome with emotion as she was, given what was about to happen.
“I’ll try, Master. It’s hard.”
“It sure as hell is,” he snorted, greasing up his cock. He nudged the tip to her opening. “You took three fingers just fine. I’m going in, now. It’s going to burn at first until I get past the outer ring.”
Tucker released her nipple and came up for air. “And then it’s going to feel heavenly, like nothing you’ve ever felt before.”
“Do it,” she encouraged. “Fuck my ass.”
Gabe pushed forward.
She felt the burn and for a moment thought she was being ripped apart. She screamed when her tight ring succumbed to the pressure of his huge cock.
He sank in fully after that and froze, gripping her hips. “You okay?”
“It hurts,” she whimpered. “Feels too full.”
“You are full, baby. Full of rock-hard cock. Show her, Tucker. Make her remember you’re there.”
They began a see-sawing rhythm and she wailed again, until something flickered and the pain became more tolerable, welcome. She rocked with them, against them, however she could move with her body so wholly pinned by the two massive rods. An orgasm shot through her and she didn’t have a chance in hell of stopping it. “Aw, God!” she could only scream, couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t imagine anything that would complete her more.
Gabe whooped. “Did you feel that, Tuck? Hot damn, her body is gripping me like a glove!”
“Me too.” Tucker panted against the cleft of her breasts. “Aw, fuck, I think I’m coming. Don’t want to, but there’s not one thing I can do to stop it.”
“Come on!” Gabe hollered, reaching down to squeeze the man’s leg.
Tucker’s climax was as loud as hers. The pained expression on his face soon turned to joy as he bucked, filling the latex in her pussy with moist heat.
She spotted him clasping Gabe’s hand and smiled. “Come on, Gabey. Last man out. I’m desperate for your hot cum to fill my ass.”
He nuzzled the back of her neck. “Only if you come again, with me. Let’s have it, Brooks. I know you’ve got it in you.”
Tucker reached a hand between their bodies and rubbed her engorged clit. “Let me help. Bring it, Brooks. Come one more time and feel your Master’s powerful release.”
She leaned her head back and allowed her mind to feel and not think. Pain and pleasure merged and she didn’t complain when Tucker pinched her nub and Gabe sucked so hard it had to leave a hickey on her neck. It all added to the experience, one that she never wanted to end. “I’m coming,” she groaned, unsure if she might not actually pass out.
“Fuck yeah!” Gabe slapped her ass cheek and shattered, his own body twitching and shuddering over hers. Spurts of warm, wet spunk coated the inside of her sensitized anus and Brook closed her eyes, accepting the most welcomed gift she’d ever received.
It hurt a few minutes later when Gabe eased his cock from her hole and flopped to the bed next to her. She had already lost Tucker’s deflated cock, so she moved to the side of him and they cuddled on the mattress.
Gabe rolled up on one arm. “Gabey? Really?”
She shrugged. “It felt right.”
“Somewhere, there’s a BDSM rule book that says a slave shouldn’t call her Master ‘Gabey’.”
Tucker leaned up on her other side. “Yeah, the same book that says a Master shouldn’t break protocol to ask his slave if she’s okay.”
Gabe grinned. “What the fuck ever. We might not be perfect Masters and slaves, but I think we’re going to have one hell of a good time.”
Tucker raised one finger. “If Brook agrees. This was a trial for her, to see if she could handle the lifestyle.”
“Well?” Both men looked at her.
Tucker’s already spiked hair was messier than usual, and his lips were still puffy and pink from their fervent kissing. Gabe’s ponytail was askew, face flushed, with a glow of satisfaction like she’d never seen before. She knew her answer, but needed to clarify some things.
“Tucker, if we do this, we’ll need to figure out living arrangements. I can’t imagine you not being with us all the time.”
He glanced at Gabe and smiled. “I think that can be arranged.”
“And you have to promise to stop buying us stuff. We want you here because of
you
, not for what you can give us. Okay?”
He shrugged. “No promises. I have money and I like to spend it. I’ve always been one to shower the person—or people—I love with gifts. It’s something I enjoy, almost as much as waiting on my knees in the dark for my next command.”
Gabe ruffled his spiked hair. “You’re a crazy son of a bitch, you know that?”
Tucker beamed. “But I’m your crazy son of a bitch, right? And you’re my hot mess.” He looked at Brook. “And you are my sweet, wet cunt.”
She gazed at the ceiling. “We’ll work on that nickname.”
Gabe and Tucker both said in agreement, “We’ll work on that. For sure.”
Brook grinned. “Then why not? Let’s do this. And, Tucker, maybe you could get us applications for that Thorn place.”
Gabe gaped at her. “The Rose & Thorn Society? Seriously?”
She shrugged. “Two cocks felt great, but my mouth was empty and sad. I might be willing to experiment a little more. This one turned out pretty damn good.”
Gabe’s and Tucker’s grins stretched both of their faces. Brook leaned back and sighed. She’d just earned herself the right to come at will for the whole weekend long. She had no doubts about it. In fact, she had no more doubts about anything. With each man sucking one nipple, she closed her eyes in complete and utter happiness.
Coming Soon from Totally Bound Publishing:
Clear Blue Sky
Jenna Byrnes
Excerpt
Chapter One
“No one will ever love you as much as I do.” The ominous words echoed in Sky Warren’s head as he tossed and turned. The shadowy figure stood directly in front of him, reaching for his arm, and once again he felt the painful snap of a broken shoulder. Sky groaned and sprang up in bed, sweat pouring down his face.
He glanced around the dark room, trying to get his bearings.
It was just a dream
. He was used to them. Sleep was tenuous most nights, with nightmares just a whisper away from his consciousness.
Sky’s bedroom door opened and his cousin Billy moved in front of him, a beer in one hand and a plastic bottle of water in the other. “Bad dream again?” He held out both drinks.
Sky accepted the water and chugged down half of it. He wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and looked at Billy. Curly blond hair gave his cousin the perpetual appearance of bed head, no matter what time of day. A soul patch below the lower lip was his only facial hair, and there was usually a cigarette hanging from the edge of his mouth. Tonight was no exception.
“I’m okay.”
“I know.” Billy twisted off the beer cap and, after removing his smoke, took a swig. “Ruby and I were kickin’ back for the night. Checking if there’s anything I can do for ya before we go.”
“No thanks.” Sky felt slightly guilty. It was bad enough he was crashing at his cousin’s apartment, dampening any shreds of privacy the man had. Now he’d interrupted what was happening between his cousin and Ruby, his perky girlfriend with curly red hair and the biggest tits he’d ever seen on a woman the ripe old age of twenty-one.
Barely.
He shook his head and offered a small smile. “Sorry, man. I’ll keep it down.”
Bottle and cigarette in one hand, Billy ruffled Sky’s short, spiked brown hair with the other. “Nah, it’s all good. Just remember… The prick is gone. Prolly doing time in Leavenworth by now. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
Sky hugged his arms around his chest. “I know. Damn it! I’m fucking tired of these nightmares. Makes me look like such a pussy.”
“It doesn’t. You had a fucking broken shoulder, man. Even three months after the surgery and physical therapy, I know it still twinges. Prolly never be normal.”
“Thanks for that.” Sky smiled at his closest relative in the world. Billy had been like a brother growing up in Kansas. When his aunt had moved Billy to Colorado for her job, they’d both taken it hard. They’d kept in touch, and any time one of them needed the other, they’d come running.
Like Billy had, when Sky’s former partner Duke had ratcheted domestic violence up to a whole new level. He’d thought his cousin was going to kill the man, but there hadn’t been anything Sky could do about it from his hospital bed. What he had had a choice about—and what Billy could never understand—was Sky’s going home with Duke when he’d been released from the hospital. That fact was still a sore subject between them.
“If you’re sure you’re okay…” Billy motioned toward the other room.
Sky nodded. “Thanks for the water—and everything.”
“Any time, dude. Get some sleep.”
“You do the same.”
Billy grinned. “No promises.” He backed out then closed the door.
It wasn’t five minutes later that Sky heard his cousin’s headboard banging against the wall. He had to smile.
He polished off the last of the water then tossed the empty aside. Leaning back, he tried to face his demons because the therapist he’d seen a couple of times had told him that could make the bad dreams go away. It hadn’t worked yet, but Sky had hopes.
Duke.
He closed his eyes, picturing the man he’d loved passionately for three years. Big and burly, with long, unruly brown hair and a full beard to match, Duke was ruggedly handsome—a definite bear in the gay community. Sky wasn’t a twink—at six foot two he was strong and muscular in his own right—but Duke was just
so much
bigger than him.
It had all been good in bed. Back then he’d loved being dominated by his aggressive partner. Until Duke had begun taking small steps over the line, eventually ending up miles away from the nice guy Sky had fallen in love with.
“Fuck him!” Sky swore, determined to break the hold Duke had over his dreams. “He’s in prison, and I’m in Colorado working at the best bike shop in Lakewood. Life is great.”
He closed his eyes but knew sleep wouldn’t come that quickly. “Leave me the fuck alone, Duke.”
About the Author
Jenna Byrnes could use more cabinet space and more hours in a day. She’d fill the kitchen with gadgets her husband purchases off TV and let him cook for her to his heart’s content. She’d breeze through the days adding hours of sleep, and more time for writing the hot, erotic romance she loves to read.
Jenna thinks everyone deserves a happy ending, and loves to provide as many of those as possible to her gay, lesbian and hetero characters. Her favorite quote, from a pro-gay billboard, is “Be careful who you hate. It may be someone you love.”
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