Dragon's Lair (4 page)

Remy chuckled. “You think you’ll get a pity fuck out of it?”

“I’ll take what I can get at this point. Every time she walks by, I can smell her cunt. It’s killing me.”

Philippe looked at Remy, his eyes conveying a truth that was irrefutable to them both. Philippe had never wanted a woman in all his eight hundred years the way that he desired Lilly. He couldn’t imagine that it was any different for Remy. The scent of her, the silken texture of her skin, the gentle waves of her dark hair, along with the lush globes of her breasts and her ever erect nipples were driving him mad. At the sound of her approach, Remy stepped away from him. He missed his nearness immediately, but he knew they had to play it just right. If not, he would walk away for good.

“I’ll be going now,” she said, her voice hesitant. “I will be back at five tomorrow.”

“Stay for a bit, Lilly,” Remy urged. “Philippe and I rarely get to engage when we still have an audience.” Before she could protest, he said, “At this point, it will be nothing you haven’t seen countless times from other patrons, but it does add a bit of spice for us.”

She couldn’t disagree. People had been doing things she’d never even dreamed of right in front of her eyes for the past week. Of course, she hadn’t fantasized about joining them. Still, it would be rude to deny his request without providing a genuine reason, and the reason would only humiliate her. “Where should I sit?”

Remy smiled. “You can lie on the chaise. Your feet must be aching after such a long night.”

They were, but she’d forgotten them. At the sight of Philippe’s imposing prick, she’d forgotten a lot of things. Moving to the chaise, she positioned herself carefully so that she could have a clear view of them. With a side view of Philippe’s cock, she creamed even more. It curved upward on the end in such a way she knew he would make her come like nothing else. It was as if his body had been designed to find a woman’s G-spot. Struggling to keep her breathing steady, she watched Remy rummaging through the box.

As she looked on, he selected several items and approached Philippe. The first item was a leather collar that fastened around Philippe’s neck. It connected with a chain to a smaller leather ring. Her face flushed, and she couldn’t hold back a moan as she watched Remy fasten the leather cuff around Philippe’s cock and balls, but Remy didn’t bind his hands. . Lilly knew that Philippe was physically more powerful than Remy and could have stopped him at any time, but he stood meekly, willfully submitting. Lilly searched his face, and when their eyes met, heat arced between them. The show was for her.

“Face the wall,” Remy said, and his voice sounded cold and hard to her ears. It was at odds with the hot look in his eyes.

Philippe complied, and Remy returned to the chest. Lilly watched him as he selected and discarded several items before finally settling on a riding crop. She knew that it was perfectly weighted and would raise only the lightest of welts on the skin. Remy strode back to where Philippe leaned against the wall, his biceps flexing. Lilly’s breath caught in her throat as he brought the crop down over the taut curves of Philippe’s well defined ass. Again and again, the crop struck him and red marks bloomed across his smooth skin.

Lilly couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. Seated on the chaise, her pussy aching and wet, she was locked beneath Philippe’s hot gaze. He never flinched, never moved, though she knew he had to hurt from the rough treatment. Instead, his eyes were focused on her, watching the flush that spread over her cheeks and down her chest to the upper swells of her breasts, visible above the top of her garment. Each blow, each flick of the crop against him made his cock bob and made her mouth water.

Philippe smiled as he noted Lilly’s arousal. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her. He wanted to sink his cock into the tight heat of her, to feel the hard buds of her nipples pressed against him. The riding crop slithered over his ass, the soft touch making the burn of the previous blows more pronounced. His cock pulsed in anticipation. The tip of the crop slid between his cheeks, teasing the tight opening there, before dipping lower. He knew Remy would be careful; he trusted him to take all three of them to edge and back.

“I’ve spanked your ass so often you seem to have become immune,” Remy mused as he traced the tasseled tip of crop over the tight orbs of Philippe’s testicles. He moved it forward a bit farther, caressing Philippe’s cock with it. He smiled when Philippe shivered. “Ah, there’s the response I was looking for.”

Carefully avoiding the tight spheres of Philippe’s balls, Remy snapped the crop upward until it slapped against the underside of that massive cock with an audible snap. Philippe’s breath hissed out, but it was the startled gasp and soft moan from the chaise that made Remy smile. He repeated the process, and this time, Philippe’s head dropped forward on a muffled curse. It wasn’t truly the pain, Remy knew. He could tell from the faint trembling in Philippe’s rock hard thighs he was enjoying it tremendously. Turning his attention to Lilly, he said, “Do you think it’s too much? Have I punished him too severely?”

Remy could read the indecision on her face. The scene they had played out for her had disturbed her, but he knew that it had aroused her as well.

“Yes, you have to stop this,” she said.

Remy smiled. It seemed Philippe had been right about her kind heart. He placed his hand on Philippe’s ass, caressing it gently, stroking each angry mark. “Perhaps you would like to soothe his abused flesh, no?”

The longing she felt was written clearly on her face, Remy thought, as she moved from the chaise and came to stand beside him. Timidly, at first, she placed her hands on the taut globes of Philippe’s ass. Remy placed his hands atop hers, directing her touch. The heat rising from Philippe’s skin was incredible, but it was miniscule compared to the heat that poured from the angry welts left from the beating. Tenderly, guiding her hands, they traced those lines with the smooth pads of her fingers, trying to massage away the hurt. When Philippe groaned loudly, she stopped immediately. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Don’t stop,” Philippe growled. “It feels too good.”

Lilly felt her clit throbbing. Swollen and hard, it had escaped its hood and was no doubt peeking through the nest of her curls, begging to be touched. Ignoring her own agonizing desire, she resumed her gentle massage of Philippe. Remy’s hands had dropped away, and she continued on her own, tracing the welts, smoothing the hurt away with a touch that was soft and tender. She could feel Remy standing behind her, watching her every move. He stepped closer, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock nudging at the cheek of her ass.

Remy whispered in her ear, “Those marks do look very angry. Perhaps I was too harsh with him. Something cool and damp would soothe him, no doubt.”

“I could get some ice, or a damp cloth.”

Remy skated his hand over her thigh, up to the damp thatch of curls. “That’s hardly necessary. We have a fountain right here.”

Humiliation burned in her as he stroked the slick folds of her sex, but it faded into the pleasure of his hands on her skin. When his fingers were wet with her dew, his hand glistening with it, he withdrew from her and began to methodically massage that dampness into Philippe’s skin.

His teeth grazed her ear. “Nothing is ever as sweet and soothing as a gloriously wet cunt.”

Lilly shivered, but made no move to stop him as he dampened his hand in her sex, and repeated the process on Philippe’s other cheek. “You’ve made your point, Remy. I can’t deny that I want you—that I want you both.” Lilly looked at both men, at their gorgeous faces and even more gorgeous bodies. Had there ever been a choice? she wondered. It seemed inevitable that she would surrender to her desire for them.

Philippe turned to face them both fully as Remy tugged at the chain connecting the collar and cuff that graced Philippe from neck to cock.

“He has other marks for you to soothe, my sweet,” Remy said.

Dropping to her knees in front of Philippe, she said, “A kiss should make it all better.”

Philippe bit back a shout as her tongue touched his cock. She licked at the head, driving him to the brink of insanity. The feel of her delicate tongue on his skin was too much. As she worked her way down his shaft, kissing each mark, tracing each vein with her tongue, he wanted to come desperately. Had it not been for the tight cuff around his balls, he would never have been able to hold back. As she reached that cuff, her pink tongue tracing the leather band, he brought his hands to her head, cupping it tenderly.

“Now, now,” Remy whispered,
“we can’t have you thinking you’re in charge. Hands on the wall.”

It nearly killed him, but Philippe managed to do as he’d been told. He extricated his hands from the silky, dark waves of Lilly’s hair and placed them flat on the wall on either side of his hips. He couldn’t help the thrusting of his hips as his body instinctively arched into the velvet heat of her mouth. There wasn’t a man or creature alive that could have resisted that.

When she pulled back, breathless, Philippe thought he’d never seen a more beautiful woman. His cock was so thick she had barely been able to get her mouth around it. Her efforts had left her already full lips swollen.

“Enough games. No more master and slave. I know why you did it, but I’m here now, and not going anywhere,” she said.

Remy smiled, and Philippe gave an audible sigh of relief. The games were fun, and over the years, they had needed to add variety to their relationship, but with Lilly, it was different. They both needed her too much, were too desperate to be able to follow rules. Without a word, he unlatched the collar and cuff from Philippe, who immediately grabbed him for a ravishing kiss. Philippe’s tongue stroked boldly into his mouth, and Remy’s cock leapt in response. He felt a touch, a tentative one, at the waistband of his pants, and knew that it was Lilly. He thrust against her hand helplessly while he sucked Philippe’s tongue eagerly into his mouth. He wanted to shout when his cock sprang free and into her waiting hands. The softness of her hands on him was so different, so foreign to him, and yet nothing had ever felt more right.

Breaking the kiss, Remy hauled her up and pulled her between them, sandwiching her between their hard muscular bodies. They both descended upon the sweetness of her mouth, alternately thrusting their tongues into her mouth and into each other’s. It was Philippe who gathered her in his arms. He lay down on the chaise and pulled her atop him, to straddle him. Remy moved behind her and released the ties of her toga, tossing it to the floor.

On her knees, Philippe hot and hard between her thighs, Lilly didn’t think about her cellulite or the roundness of her belly. She could only feel. Remy’s hands were roaming her breasts, his mouth hot on her neck, while Philippe stroked her thighs and thrust shallowly against her, the hard ridge of his cock bumping her engorged clit through her thin lace panties. She wanted them gone, the last barrier between them. As if he’d read her mind, Philippe hooked his fingers into the side of her panties and ripped. He repeated the process and then tossed the ruined lingerie to the floor.

Eagerly, Lilly rose up, parting her labia. There was no clearer invitation. Philippe shifted slightly, moving into position. With one hand, he guided his cock to the tight entrance of her sheath. The blunt head of his cock nudged at the parted lips of her sex. He moved his cockhead up and down her slit, over her burgeoning clit, until it was slick and wet. Only then did he press into her. With only the head inside her, he stopped. She was clamped so tightly he could go no farther.

With her eyes squeezed shut and her clenched fists resting on Philippe’s chest, Lilly shook her head. “You’re too big; it’s impossible.”

Remy whispered into her ear, “No,
cher
, you can take all of him. I will help you.”

Lilly gasped as Remy reached down between her thighs and began to stroke her clit. With quick, flicking motions he brought her to the brink of release, and when he closed his teeth over one pebbled nipple, she screamed. With another flick of his skilled fingers, her climax rippled through her. Each shudder pulled Philippe’s cock deeper into her channel, and the deeper his penetration, the harder her climax.

When the last shudder finally escaped her, Philippe’s massive cock was more than halfway inside her. Lilly moved slightly, experimentally, and the pleasure built anew. Forcing herself to relax around him, she took another inch. It hurt, but at the same time sent ripples of pleasure through her. She shifted again and pressed down. Heat and pleasure exploded inside her. He was so thick, so long, that he touched her everywhere, filled her completely. She came again, immediately.

Remy felt the rush of liquid on his fingers and smiled. He flicked her clitoris, the lightest of taps, and she screamed. He looked at Philippe, and they both knew in that instant that she was not simply a lover to share, another brief interlude. Any lingering doubts were dispelled in that moment. She was their mate. Their need for her had been more intense than anything they’d ever felt before. Remy rose and quickly stripped off his clothes. In order for them to claim her, they both had to be inside her. He retrieved a bottle of oil from their treasure chest and lubed his cock liberally. When he climbed back onto the chaise, kneeling behind her, Remy poured the oil over the cleft of her ass, watching it slide between the lush cheeks. He dipped his fingers in, rubbing the oil into her skin, before pressing one finger into her tight rosebud.

“Lean forward. Lay your head on Philippe’s chest,” Remy instructed. She sobbed with pleasure, even as she moved to do his bidding. He worked her asshole gently, stretching her before inserting a second finger. She quivered around his questing hand, and Philippe’s shuddering groan was impossible to miss. They were both close to the brink. When both of Remy’s fingers could slide easily in and out of her anus, he positioned his cock at the tight entrance and pressed forward.