Pierced (3 page)

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A few days later, Anthony heard the bell over the door announce Maggie’s arrival. He checked his watch: ten o’clock on the dot.

“Lock the door and come back to the office, Maggie,” he called out.

She didn’t reply but he heard the clicking of her shoes as she followed his instructions. It was raining hard and she was soaked through when she stepped into his office, closing the door behind her.

“My umbrella broke in the wind,” she said, holding up the mangled thing.

“You can use mine when you leave,” he said, smiling. “Give me your clothes and I’ll put them in the dryer for you.” He came around the desk, watching as she began to strip. Her actions had become more casual and he had the sense she liked being naked for him.

“Have you been thinking about what we’re going to do today?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, stripping off her bra and panties.

“And?”

She handed him her clothes. “I’m scared but I also want it.”

“That’s good.”

“How many strokes?” she asked, eyeing his belt.

“How many do you want?”

“I…” She trailed off, clearly unsure.

He laughed. “Twenty, maybe twenty-five, depending,” he said, heading for the door. “I’ll be back in a minute. You should be ready for me.” He walked out.

Anthony put her clothes in the dryer and returned to find her bent over the desk, arms stretched to either side, ass lifted high to the sky. She was facing forward, looking at her reflection in the mirror he’d just hung on the wall behind his desk.

“I thought you liked watching,” he said, taking out a jar of lubricant from a desk drawer. He rubbed some on his fingers. Her eyes were on him all along.

“Aren’t you going to whip me first?” she asked.

“What are you more scared of, Maggie? My belt or taking my cock up your ass?” he asked, stepping behind her and circling her anus with his greased finger.

Maggie blinked slowly. He knew she liked the sensation, but to take his cock inside that tight hole would be something different than a finger or two.

“Both.”

“You’re already wet,” he said, not missing the slickness on her thighs. “I’m just going to prep you a little, get you nice and hot before I take my belt across your ass. It’s going to hurt like hell, Maggie, but you’re going to love it.”

“I’m not sure I can stand it, Sir.”

“I don’t want to bind you but I will if you need it. We’ll just see how it goes. Just breathe through it, close your eyes and let yourself feel all the sensations. Get used to the feel of leather on your skin, of burning, of aching for release. It can become addictive.” He eased one finger into her tight passage.

Maggie moaned and laid her head down, keeping her eyes closed.

“That’s it,” he encouraged her as he slid his finger in and out, adding a second finger when she relaxed a little more. After a few moments of this, his erection pressing against his pants, he unbuckled his belt with his free hand. Maggie’s eyes shot open and she immediately tensed. “I hope you’re ready,” he said, and with a tug, the dark, worn leather belt that had just days ago bound her wrists was out of its loops.

“Wait, Sir. Can we talk first, can we…?” She was beginning to panic. He pulled his fingers out, wound the belt around the palm of his hand and gripped it tight, watching her face, her terrified expression.

“Remember you’re safe. I will stop if you want me to, as soon as you say ‘daffodil’, but I think you can do it, Maggie. You can take this.

Face forward. You may watch in the mirror if you like.”

She turned her face to meet her reflection and gripped the edges of the desk, clenching her buttocks as he lifted his arm.

“Unclench, and spread your legs,” he said. He waited until she did before striking, the belt moving swiftly through the air. The leather cracked hard across her trembling cheeks, causing her to cry out.

“Too much!” she said, although she held her position.

“Breathe.” He swung again. She yelped as he stepped to the side and landed another stroke. He held her eyes in the mirror for a few moments before returning to the work on hand. “Your ass is already red,” he said; another stroke. “Count for me, Maggie. Count the strokes and thank me for them. Thank me for each stroke or I’ll add to your punishment.”

“Four. Oh god. Thank you, Sir.”

“Good.” He was hard as a rock. He almost felt sorry for her having to take him in her tight ass. He’d be huge after this.

Five, six, seven; she counted each one, thanking him for every lash of the belt. “That’s it, Maggie. It’s almost over; good girl.” He kept punishing her, the strokes coming harder as her ass reared to meet them even as she screamed, begged for him to stop between counting. By the time he reached twenty, she had nearly collapsed to the floor. He caught her and pressed her to the desk, unzipping his pants and taking the tube of lubricant. She opened her legs wide when she saw him rubbing the cream on his huge cock. Before he entered her, he covered his fingers with stuff and lubricated her anus.

“I’m so hard, Maggie, it’s going to hurt.”

“I want it. Fuck me,” she said, thrusting her hips back.

He did. Pressing the head of his cock into her ass, he placed both hands flat on her crimson cheeks and began to move in and out slowly, gaining ground and retreating again and again until he was finally in to the hilt and his balls bumped up against her thighs. He reached under her, lifting her slightly so he could get at her nipples, which he pinched and held tight as his thrusts came faster and harder. Her eyes were closed and she moaned and yelped. When he was close to orgasm, he released one nipple and found her clit, pinching it, causing her anus to tighten around his cock. She pressed her thighs together while he drove into her hard, her hips bucking with her orgasm.

“Do you want me to come inside you Maggie? Shall I fill your ass with my cum?”

“Yes. Fill me up, please,” she begged.

With that, he pushed her back down onto the desk and, watching his cock move in and out of her ass, he did as he promised, settling deep inside her until he was empty.

Anthony stepped back, looking down at her. She still breathed hard; they both did.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Exhausted,” she answered, lifting her torso but holding her position so he could study his marks. “The belt, it hurt so much, but I didn’t want it to stop.”

He smiled. “You’re a natural submissive, Maggie. And you feel safe. I’m glad about that, that you trust me and feel safe enough to offer yourself to me. How did it feel, getting your ass fucked for the first time?”

“Different. Hot. I loved it. I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she admitted.

“More to come,” he said.

Just then someone cleared his throat. They both turned to find Joel standing in the open doorway, watching them. Maggie immediately went to straighten but Anthony stepped between her and Joel, blocking her from his brother’s line of vision.

“Hey, brother. We’re in the middle of something.”

“I know. I’ve been watching,” Joel said, not moving to leave. “Can I have a closer look?” he asked.

Anthony looked at him. He hadn’t planned this but also knew how curious Joel was about his tastes.

“Maggie?” He turned to her. “How do you feel about my kid brother having a look at you?” She stared at him, obviously unsure what to do. But the fact that she didn’t answer
no
straight away said something. “It’s all right,” Anthony whispered. “Say what you want, it’s up to you.”

Maggie glanced from him to Joel and back to Anthony again. Anthony placed his hand on the small of her back and pressed just slightly. Maggie bent over the desk once more and Anthony stepped aside.

“I believe that’s a yes,” he said, inviting Joel to have a look.

“You used your belt?” the younger man asked as he came around behind Maggie and examined the red stripes across her ass. “Why didn’t you mark her thighs?”

Maggie remained still, listening.

“Plenty of time,” Anthony answered, eyeing the crotch of his brother’s pants.

“Maggie,” Anthony said.

“Yes, Sir,” she answered.

“I want to ask you to do something, and you can say no.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“Will you take care of my little brother? He’s hard as a rock after what he’s seen.”

Maggie turned to look at Joel’s tight crotch. She then looked up at him, his face earnest. She stood and turned, then, kneeling before him, she unzipped his pants. Freeing his cock, she opened her mouth and licked the very tip. Joel put his hands in her hair and stroked her, moaning softly when she wrapped her lips around his thick cock.

“That’s it, Maggie,” Anthony said, watching. “Make sure you swallow his cum, all of it.” He added, “Can you feel mine spilling out of your ass?”

She moaned and nodded as best she could. Anthony could see his cum as it slithered down the inside of her thigh. He was hard again just watching her suck Joel’s cock. He began to stroke his penis. “Maggie, put your hands on the floor,” he said, and she moved, Joel moving with her to his knees so she could continue sucking. Anthony knelt behind her. “I’m going to fuck your ass again, Maggie. It was too good,” Anthony said and, even as his cum spilled from inside her, he pressed in again. This time her passage gave way easily, lubricated as it was with his juices, and he fucked her again as she sucked Joel’s cock. When Joel spewed into her mouth, Anthony found her clit, rubbing it, filling her once again as a violent orgasm rocked her body.

When they were through, Maggie collapsed onto the floor, breathing hard. Joel lifted her and carried her to the sofa, settling her between himself and Anthony.

“Thank you, Maggie,” Joel said. “That was…amazing.”

She smiled up at him before turning to Anthony.

“You feel safe with us, Maggie?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“We can continue like this, the three of us, if you’d like to,” he said.

She turned from one to the other. They looked so much alike, Joel just a younger, less experienced version of his older brother.

“What do you think, Maggie? Remember what I told you the other day; you can trust Joel like you trust me.”

“I trust you; I’m just not sure I can handle the two of you.”

“It’ll double your pleasure,” Joel added, taking her hand and squeezing it softly.

“Did you like what we just did?” Anthony asked.

“Yes.”

“It’ll only get better as we get to know each other,” Anthony said.

She smiled, her eyes still soft. “It’s the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” she began, “and I feel safer coming here, even knowing there will be pain, than I ever have in my life.” She looked away, but then looked back. “I’d like to continue with both of you. I’d like it very much.”

Anthony wrapped an arm around her as Maggie settled her head on his chest. The brothers watched over her as she fell into an exhausted sleep.

“You did good, big brother,” Joel said, never taking his eyes off Maggie.

“She’s a good girl. I think this can work.”

Author Bio

Natasha is a homesick American living in the Netherlands with her Dutch husband and two young children. She is a writer of paranormal fiction as well as sizzling hot erotic domination romance where an undertone of tenderness is key.

She loves the process of writing, and the fact that any ordinary moment in any given day can, and often does, spark a story. She loves creating characters on paper who are as human as herself: powerful and vulnerable, flawed, perhaps damaged but with an incredible capacity to love.

If she isn’t taxiing her kids around or trying to learn to actually speak the local language, she’s either sitting behind her computer doing what she loves best—writing—or curled up with her e-reader. She hopes you enjoy reading her stories as much as she enjoys writing them.

Natasha can be contacted at [email protected].