Jamie's Revenge (17 page)
Authors: Jenny Penn
Only then did it register that they’d actually let her escape.
That can’t be good.
Jamie blinked and straightened up, looking around for the trap. As much as she didn’t want to find one, the fact that she didn’t only made her stomach knot even worse. If they were willing to wait, that could only mean they had something really special in mind. Something well thought out.
She wouldn’t even have to be worrying about it if it hadn’t been for her sister’s big mouth. With a growl, Jamie darted toward the stairs. Pregnant or not, she had some words to share with Bridgette, some very unkind words that she intended to deliver at a very high volume.
Her indignant march came up short right in front of Bridgette’s door. It didn’t take hypersensitive fear to make her hearing keen enough to hear Bridgette groaning or Linc’s muffled soothing tone. Heaving out a defeated sigh, Jamie turned to the room across the hall. She might have been sharing Bridgette’s bed at night, but Linc had given her this room to store her stuff in. It seemed as good a place as any to hide.
Settling down onto the edge of one of the two single sized beds in the room, Jamie buried her hands in her hair.
Oh, God. What am I going to—
That thought got strangled off right along with her shriek, as her head whipped back thanks to a hard tug by a hand that fisted into the strands. A bandana cut through her mouth about a second before another one folded down over her eyes. Out of nowhere they came at her from both directions, working over her body, right through her shock, to have her tied up and pinned down to the bed in less than thirty seconds.
Four hands made short work of her clothes, ripping and tearing everything from her body except the ropes keeping her spread wide across the thin mattress. Then, just like they had before, they disappeared into the blackness of her blindfold, and just like in the barn, she could feel their eyes all over her.
This time, though, nothing barred them from getting a full look. Naked, spread eagle with her wrist twisted up in ropes over her head, they’d put her in the same position she’d done them last night—totally at their mercy.
Chapter 13
Jamie panted, becoming more and more anxious as the seconds slipped into minutes. With each frantic pound of her heart, another roll of thick desire washed over her, trickling out from between her splayed legs in a slow drip of heated cream. That’s where she danced with nearly electric excitement at the coming torment.
While the rest of her might shiver and shudder at being so vulnerable, her pussy swelled and parted, wantonly begging for much more than just a look. It wanted to be petted and tasted and even fucked…Oh, God, did she ache for that.
Ache so badly that the first tentative slide of a single finger right down her slit had her whole body arching with the lightning bolt of rapture that ricocheted out of her sensitive flesh. A single shot that bloomed into a cluster of scorching rays as the hand lifted only to return with a sharp slap.
Jamie’s scream got strangled on the gag as her whole body jolted upward. Leveling back down toward the mattress slowly, she could hear Brodie’s chuckles. That had been too much, even for his dark mind. Pain and pleasure had twined, leaving her both in fear and thirsting for another taste.
“That, Jamie. That was one.”
She swallowed with that smug explanation from Brodie.
That’s one?
Sweet mercy above, she’d earned
three
before she’d even gotten through her daddy’s door. As bad as she thought it was, Brodie showed her how much worse he intended to make it.
Inserting one lone finger right into her, he had her clenching and mewing as her whole body contracted with a pleasure that made her eyes water. The tears slipped down as he stretched her wide around two more. Making her mews grow into outright whines when his fingers retreated, the sound got choked off at the rounded feel of something smooth and big pressing against her tiny opening.
The moment had come. Everything inside her tensed as he forged slowly forward. As her untried muscles stretched around a girth bigger than it had ever taken, Jamie’s jaw tensed with the crisp, crackles of pain fissuring through the pleasure.
Then it popped through, and her tender entrance snapped down onto nothing but a ball as it lodged inside her sheath, pressing into the tender walls and sending a riot of pleasurably full sensations sparking up spine. Gasping not only with shock at the strange feeling of being filled, but wondering what the hell he’d actually put in her.
A ball as best she could tell, and he had another that he intended to fill her with. Clenching back a shudder, Jamie tried to hold as still as possible, looking for just a moment of clarity. Brodie robbed her of it with the simple press of another solid ball against her opening.
Whimpering as it cracked into the first one and sent it rolling down her channel, eliciting a riot of spasms from the ultra-sensitive walls of her inner sheath. Squealing as it pressed into some magical spot, Jamie jerked, her cunt sucking in the second ball with nearly orgasmic consequences.
Unable to control her body’s reaction to the exotic mixture of rapture and tension, her hips bounced and humped, forcing the balls to shift deep inside her and send an endless array of blinding pleasure skyrocketing through her. Brodie only added to her torment. With a simple, one-finger massage over her clit, he broke her.
Going wild with the pleasure, Jamie panted around the mask as her body writhed under the glorious sensations, making the balls inside her clack with an ever increasing rhythm that matched the pace Brodie set for with his relentless torment of her sensitive bud. Screaming under the pressure of her soul splintering apart, her orgasm drew her taught before plunging her into the deepest abyss she’d ever fallen.
Rapture closed in, drowning her in an endlessly pulsating rhythm that only wound slowly back into a reality of painful pants. Dissolving into a sweaty, devastated mess, Jamie collapsed back into the mattress.
Caelen probably liked watching that show.
The thought struck her, making the fading rolls of pleasure pang with a spicy tension. She’d forgotten all about him, because he hadn’t made a sound since helping to strip her. Somewhere in the dark silence, Caelen waited…and watched.
I like watching, Jamie. It makes me hunger and just when Brodie’s had his fill, it’s going to be me who makes you beg for mercy.
They weren’t going to do her like she’d done them. No. Instead of driving her insane with need, they’d decided to kill her with pleasure instead. As if he could hear the alarms going off in her tired body, Brodie confirmed her suspicions with a growl.
“Liked that, didn’t you, darlin’?” He snorted out a laugh, either at his own comment or the whimper she made as she shifted away from the fingers her rubbed over her curls. “Don’t be getting skittish now. We’re only just starting. We still got your punishment to get to, and these curls…they got to go, sugar.
“Because I really do like the taste of your cunt.” He delivered that heated compliment a mere inch from her ear. His husky whisper dripped like liquid heat right down her neck to roll over her spine. “And I’m going to be taking my fill right after I beat that pussy for all that it’s done wrong…and those balls…they’re staying in, sugar. They’re going to stretch you nice and good, get you ready to take the fucking I’m gonna give you a whole hell of a lot better than those pathetic toys you been screwing yourself with.”
She felt him shift away and could track his progress as he continued on. “About that, I’m going to be adding to your due for the insult of thinking you could replace me with something so sad.”
He set something down on the table right between the two beds. “I mean seriously, Jamie, with all that spying you did as kid, you gotta have known that those scrawny cocks didn’t measure up.”
She had, not that she would have given him that answer even if she could. The sound of sudden rainfall had her tensing as she began to realize he meant everything he had said. Clever enough to figure it out two seconds before a wet rag covered her mound, Brodie didn’t give her a moment to worry.
Pressing his palm down in a smooth glide over her open cunt, he gave her worn out clit another slice of rapture before making the balls bump and clack with devastating effects. Shuddering with a twist, she groaned with the sharp contraction of pleasure.
“You like them balls, don’t you, sugar?” Brodie sounded way too pleased about that fact as he forced her to whine in response to another heavy-handed massage. “But you gonna have to stay real still while I shave ya. Don’t want to cut nothing now.”
That grim warning shot like snow melting down her spine, making her clamp down and tense as she tested her ability to even try. A strain Brodie intentionally made worse by grinding down over her clit with rough circular motions of the wash cloth. Jamie grunted, chewing down on the gag as she fought to deny him the reaction he sought. She should have known he wouldn’t be denied.
Out of nowhere, a velvety tongue lashed the puckered tip of her breasts, making her shriek as it twirled around and sucked her sensitive tit right into the liquid torment of his mouth. Just as he had last night, Brodie used everything in his assault. Lips, teeth, tongue, they all gave a helping hand for the fingers pushing right into her pussy to bounce so fast her orgasm ripped through her like a buck shot.
The million pebbles of ecstasy popping in every direction shattered her concentration and sent her whirling into another screaming fit that had the ropes at her hands and feet tightening painfully down. It was only round two, and as her body caved back in under the sudden rush back to Earth, Jamie wondered just how many rounds she’d have to endure.
“What do you think about that, Caelen? The little sugar ain’t got much endurance, does she?”
The way Brodie talked about her sent about as much thrill through her as Caelen’s growled response.
“She’ll learn with a little training.”
He lurked somewhere off to the side, and she could almost imagine him leaning up against the wall…just watching her. Oh, God, did that make her hot.
“Yeah,” Brodie drawled out as if his hand hadn’t gone back to tormenting her. This time his naked hand worked the soap into a lather over her mound. “I tell you what, you better come on over here and hold her down. I’d really hate to cut the darling.”
She didn’t really want to be cut either, but he could help achieve that goal by just leaving her pussy to rest for a few minutes. He might have been disparaging of her endurance, but that hadn’t even been a thought to her before. Anytime the itch had worked its way into her system after checking on one of her girls with a client, it had never taken her five minutes to wear it back off.
Of course, those itches didn’t compare to the need Brodie tormented her with. Nor had her five-minute climaxes been more than a pale shade of the ones she’d been driven through today. The fact that they’d only started held her stomach knotted tighter than the ropes binding her.
The ache only got worse as the mattress dipped at her hip and she felt the rough slide of muscle clad denim along her side. Work-roughened hands bit into her waist, forcing her into the mattress ever so slightly. As much of a concern as that was, Brodie kept himself at the focus of her attention as he settled in between her legs.
A ripple of tension ran up her thighs as he pressed them wider with his own rough grip. “This ain’t gonna work. Loosen them ropes, so I can slide her ass down a little and get this pussy spread proper.”
It should have inflamed her dignity to be treated so much like a heifer than an actual person, but the small flex of their control over her only had her quivering for more. She didn’t even fight as Caelen stretched forward to work the ropes.
Instead of resisting, Jamie sighed and arched, rubbing the aching tips of her breasts into the soft cotton covering the hard wall of his chest. A sudden, painful burst had her shrieking back as she felt Brodie give her little clit a pinch and twist.
“Don’t you be rubbing them tits up against anything that ain’t been given to you. You don’t take pleasure, sugar. You receive it.”
With that inflexible law laid down, Brodie jerked her by the thighs. Sliding her ass further down the mattress, his elbows forced her knees to bend until she splayed, completely open. The rounded humps of his knees lifted her rear just so and she knew he’d pulled her forward like an offering while he probably looked down from above.
“That’s good, Caelen,” Brodie grunted. “Tie her up and hold her down.”
The next few minutes passed with such agonizing slowness, Jamie didn’t think she’d ever forget the tension in all three of them as Brodie prepared her pussy just for him. The small grooming task held such intimacy that it sunk in just how much she really needed them.
She’d never let any other man get away with treating her like this. Certainly no other could do it and turn her on at the same time. Even if she ran back to
As if he could read her sudden desire for just a moment, one small hint of sweetness, Caelen came to soothe her worry before it could take root. With a soft series of butterfly kisses that grew to slow explorations, Caelen made a formal apology to the puckered tip Brodie had so roundly ravaged minutes ago.
