Enlightened [Sexual Magic 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

She realized Mason was channeling all of their emotions and that Griff must be amplifying them. Surely this much passion, this much feeling, could not exist in a normal setting.

The knowledge made her sad for a moment, and the lust dipped.

“Pay attention,” Griff snapped. He did not break Dom for a second. In fact, when she looked at him, she saw his brown eyes had gone flat. “That’s three.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

His satisfaction rolled over her. “Not yet, but you will be.” He gripped her hip and pulled. Mason released her, moved to stand on Griff’s other side. “Naughty girls such as yourself get spanked bare-assed and bare-handed. Drape yourself over my lap.”

He settled back against the chair and spread his muscled thighs. Emma tried to figure out the best way and finally decided there was going to be no gracefulness attached to it.

She bent and braced her hands against his khaki-clad leg then slowly lowered her belly to the cradle of his thighs. Her tits, still clamped and aching like the damn devil now, hung over his leg.

“Palms on the floor, ass up.”

She adjusted her stance and found she had to dig in to the carpet with her toes to remain steady. The chain swayed and beat his leg as she moved. It caught on the button of his side pocket and hung.

The chain pulled her tits mercilessly down.

“Ow,” she yelped. “Fuck, that hurts. Please, Sir, take them off,” she pleaded.

Soft plops sounded at her head, and she caught sight of a small pile of clothes on the ground. Mason’s bare legs appeared in her vision and completely distracted her from the pain that burned through her nipples.

No surprise his flesh was tanned and dusted with honey-colored hair. His calves were taut and cut. Emma lifted her head, tried to glimpse his cock, but a hand—whether his or Griff’s, she didn’t know—pushed her back down.

“Four,” Griff said on a low growl.

He wrapped his arm around her waist and scooted her closer to his rippled abdomen then clamped down on her lower back like an iron bar.

Mason squatted in front of her, and she caught a glimpse of his impressive equipment.

Her pussy dripped juice even harder.

Mason cupped her tits, massaged her soft flesh, but avoided the nipples.

“Look at me,” he murmured.

Cautiously, she lifted her head. He leaned in and kissed her lightly. Desire started in the soles of her feet, shot up through her legs, and centered on her lower body just as Griff’s open palm made contact with her ass cheek.

She yelped. It stung. A sharp, fast sensation. Immediately it faded.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

The four rapid-fire blows took her breath. This time the burn lasted much longer, spread farther.

Her clit spasmed, and Emma rubbed her pelvis along Griff’s leg. He spread his thighs wider. “Five. Do not come, slut.”

Four more loud and hard slaps. Emma could feel her ass cheeks sway and ripple like a waterbed mattress.

The heat was constant now, and each time his hand came down on a spot he’d already struck, it ramped ever upward.

She wiggled a bit and bumped the chain again.

“Crap,” she mumbled and tried to remain still.

Mason’s fingers found the clamps and roved over them, tweaking her sore nipples.

Emma moaned and begged for him to stop.

“My pleasure, slut, remember? You want to please me, don’t you?”

She met his blue eyes. “Yes, Sir,” she said.

“I want to see your ass as red as a cardinal. That means about twenty more swats.”

She whimpered. No way could she take that kind of punishment. Her ass was already on fire, and her pussy ached and throbbed.

But beneath the pain, Emma found her pleasure growing. The urge to come also grew strong.

She peered at Mason. “Are you doing that?” she gasped out.

“No, you are.”

She contemplated that for a minute. “Griff, Sir?”

His hand palmed her ass, a soothing, tender touch that raised prickles. “Yes, slut?”

“Would it please you to continue my spanking?”

His cock thumped against her side. “Yes, slut.”

She nodded and closed her eyes to the burn that almost overtook her. “Please, then, Sir, spank me more.”

Mason growled her name softly.

The sound was like a balm, and she knew she’d made the right choice.

Griff’s open-palmed blows started again, and she swayed and bumped with each one. An orgasm welled deep in her pussy.

Pleasure-tinted pain filled her.

“Do not come,” Griff repeated.

She would not disappoint them. Emma shoved the orgasm away.

“Take a deep breath,” Mason said.

She did and promptly lost it when he released both clamps at the same time. Blood rushed back into her nipples and seared the flesh from the inside. She didn’t even have the breath to scream with the prickling agony.

Griff’s hand took on more force as he spanked her ass.

The pain diffused into pleasure throughout her entire body, and the orgasm rose again. A maelstrom of desire, satisfaction, need, and pleasure swirled over her. She could feel Mason’s desire to plunge into her body, and it fed her own ecstasy. Griff’s more subtle but no less strong passion roiled over her as well.

She wailed as she came, bucking and shuddering on Griff’s lap.

He held her tight, his hands sure and comforting upon her body. He stroked and murmured low words as the orgasm ripped through her.

At last, the tempest eased. Head hung low, she panted out deep, harsh breaths. Mason’s hand palmed the back of her hair, his touch gentle.

“Feel better?” Mason asked.

“Uh-huh.” It was the best she could manage.

Griff chuckled, and they helped her up and off his lap into a standing position. Lightheaded, black dots swam in front of her eyes and she reached out and latched onto Griff’s strong shoulder.

She shook her head to clear the spots and found herself staring at Mason’s rippled and bare chest.

He tipped her chin up, and his smile was anything but sweet. “That was meant to be a punishment, not a reward.”

Her ass was hot and tingly, and she wondered how she’d get into her clothes without wincing. “You call that a reward?”

The snarky comment came out before she thought it through.

Mason quirked a disapproving brow. “You came without permission, slut. That brings you up to an even dozen strokes with the flogger.” He looked down at Griff. “Anything else?”

Griff stood and began disrobing. “She’s got a sweet, tight ass but I suspect it needs to be broken in. We’ll plug it for today.”

Emma shook away the daze smothering her. “What?”

Mason tweaked her nipple. “Quiet.”

She bit back further protest, but her ass cheeks clenched, which caused her to gasp at the heat. Damn, but Griff had walloped her good.

And she came from the contact.

She could not resist a smile of wonderment. One question answered—she really
did
enjoy being spanked.

It made her eager to try out more of the items on her checklist, including anal sex.

“Let’s get her on the bench,” Griff said.

She approached the bench with trepidation. Comprised of two levels and covered in blue velvet, it looked soft enough but intimidating as hell. It was also tall, but the height of the bottom platform looked adjustable. How many other women had lain across the blue velvet cushions?

“Stand up straight,” Griff ordered.

She drew taut and waited, conscious of his roving gaze. Her sore nipples contracted just from the appreciation in his eyes. He turned and adjusted the bench, lowering it just a bit, then patted the top.

“Hop on.”

Hop on?
That didn’t sound very Dom-ish and authoritative. Emma giggled as she clambered awkwardly onto the perch. The velvet was soft and squishy beneath her knees and somehow comfortable.

“Tits flat,” Mason said and palmed her back, forcing her face down to the bench.

Each man grabbed a leg and spread her wide. She squirmed and tilted her head to watch what they were doing.

Griff popped her on the ass. “Eyes forward.”

She flinched and obeyed. Damn, her butt hurt. She was going to be doing a lot of standing tomorrow.

Metallic clinks sounded at her feet, then soft cuffs wrapped around her ankles. They moved up to her head, and Emma surreptitiously tried to move her feet.

“Scoot up,” Mason said. “Get your thighs against the edge of the bench, arms up at your head.”

She inched forward until her legs hit the edge. Again a strong hand pushed at her back.

“Butt up, tits down.”

Emma moved her arms to the top of the table where they clamped the same soft cuffs to them, chaining her completely. She took stock of her position and squelched a moment of panic. She lay completely bound to the table, held by strong chains. Being facedown on the bench forced her ass up in the air while her legs were spread wide, giving easy access to her pussy.

She could not escape.

Emma whimpered.

Griff squatted in front of her. “Okay?”

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reminded herself she had a safe word. Did she want to use it? Already? Give up this experience?

Hell no.

“Fine,” she murmured.

He remained silent, and she nearly cursed out loud.

“Fine, Sir,” she amended.

He winked. “Mostly a good answer.” His hand tangled in her hair, and he pulled her head back. “How is your ass?”

“Sore.”

He smiled. “Good. Mason, I think this slut needs her mouth full, don’t you?”

Mason stepped up to her head. “Absolutely. Let’s find out what kind of cocksucker you are.”

Griff moved out of sight, and Mason’s hard cock filled her vision. He tipped her head back and thumbed her mouth open. One strong hand gripped the base of his erection and he rubbed the soft tip over her lips, coating them with sweet drips of pre-cum.

Emma darted a lick along the tip then circled the engorged flesh.

Mason hissed and thrust forward, sinking further into her mouth.

His heated flesh seared the inside of her mouth, filled her completely. He bumped the back of her throat, and she reared away, seeking some room. His hand clamped down on her head and forced her to remain still.

“Suck my cock, little slut,” he ordered.

His commanding hand and harsh words juiced her pussy, and she moaned around his shaft. Flicking a look upwards, their eyes met, and she deliberately clamped her lips around Mason’s erection then sucked in hard, pulling at his sensitive flesh.

“Ah yes, that’s good. Work it, baby. Get that tongue on the underside of my head.”

She tapped the cut underside of his cock rapidly, finding the pulse point that made him groan with each contact. She wanted desperately to clutch his hips and drag him ever deeper in her mouth, but the chains prevented her.

Instead, she bobbed back and forth, sliding wetly along his shaft with as much power and suction as she could. His dick throbbed and pulsed in her mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled away and began to stroke himself, the shiny head just out of tongue’s reach. “Want it?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

A light tap on her ass startled her, and she jerked then looked over her shoulder. Griff stood there, brow raised and a dark grin on his face.

“Try again.”

She swallowed hard, eyes focused on the items in his hand. An anal plug and a bottle of lube.

Her body pulsed, and her pussy lips spread even more with the ache of anticipation while her ass spasmed.

He swatted her lightly again and nodded toward Mason. “He asked you a question. Give him a proper response.”

She tore her gaze away from Griff and looked up at the still rock-hard cock bobbing in front of her face. Sucking such a long, hard dick would definitely take her mind off of what was about to happen down south.

Not to mention her mouth salivated once more just thinking about blowing him again.

“Yes, Sir.”

Mason lifted a brow and stroked his cock in long, slow motions, cupping the head with each top motion. He tapped her cheeks with the head, not soft but not hard either. The contact was just enough to let her know she was there for his pleasure.

“Ask me for it,” he ordered.

“Please, Sir, let me suck your cock.” A whip of lust rippled through her, and she shuddered.

Griff’s hands parted her cheeks, and a warm, slick finger rimmed her asshole. Her eyes widened, and she stilled, eyes glued to Mason’s throbbing dick.

Griff rubbed her hole slowly, and then the pressure and speed both built. Emma was shocked by the heat and rising desire. It felt good. Damn good.

“She’s tight,” Griff muttered. “You might want to wait to put your dick in her mouth for a minute.”

Emma breathed in short, sharp gusts, fingers clenched into fists. Another slap landed on her ass, this one hard and painful.

“Relax.”

Oddly enough, she did and felt his finger slip past the tight ring of her sphincter to delve deep inside.

“Oh my God,” she gasped. It felt incredible. Hot and full and unlike anything she’d experienced before. Having her pussy stuffed with a vibe was nothing compared to the tingles she was experiencing with his finger deep in her ass. She lifted her butt back experimentally, just an inch or so.

“Ah, you like it?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Mason still stroked his dick in front of her. She could see he was growing restless. He’d swollen even bigger than before. She licked her lips.

“Please, Sir, fuck my mouth with your cock.”

The nasty words startled both of them, but his nostrils flared and his cock jerked in his hand.

He stepped closer again. “Open your mouth and don’t fucking bite me when he shoves that plug in your ass. Understand, slut?”

God, why did those words, that tone, fucking thrill her so much? Just hearing them made her want to writhe and beg and be filled by both of them.

“Yes, Sir, I understand.”

Another dribble ran down her asshole, and a sudden rending filled her with shocked pleasure. She could feel two fingers now, sliding in and out.