Sarah’s Billionaire Doms (8 page)

With Damon in the flesh, it was easier to indulge in his sweet fantasies of binding Sarah, tormenting her to her limits, and eventually taking her with Damon. Jared would go slow and steady, while he knew Damon elected to do the exact opposite. They’d give what any sub yearned for—the perfect balance, pushing Sarah close to the edge one moment with hard implements before switching over to feathery kisses and caresses to soothe her hurts.

“Miss me already, sub? I haven’t even been gone that long,” Damon remarked after releasing her back to Jared.

Jared kissed the silken length of her throat, right over her leaping pulse. “Let’s finish up. The water’s gone cold.”

Sarah bit her lip, still swollen from Damon’s kiss. Jared loved how she avoided looking at his cock, how she did her best to keep her twitching hands from touching his member. “But, Master…”

“Are you making demands of us, little subbie?” Damon asked, amused.

She looked up at him from beneath her lashes, then to Jared’s expectant gaze. It was incredibly satisfying to know Damon had finally lured out the self Sarah hid underneath all her protective armor. He knew she needed to erect an impregnable defense around her mind and heart to survive her husband’s abuse, but they wanted her to know she no longer needed it because they were now in her life.

“Well…demands, no. A request, maybe?” she asked hopefully.

Damon turned to Jared. “You know what I think, brother?”

“Hmm?”

“I believe our sub really wants that spanking.”

Jared glanced at Sarah, who scowled. “Be my guest.”

Damon bent over the tub and easily lifted her. She let out a cute little gasp, but nonetheless wrapped her arms around his neck.

“The floor is getting all wet and—”

“The floor should be the last thing you should be worried about,” Jared mused.

Jared pulled the drain and washed off the excess soap and bubbles with the hand shower. By the time he got out of the tub and reached for a towel, Damon had finished drying her with a towel. Jared toweled himself and was treated to the delightful sight of Sarah squirming as Damon bent her over the counter. Damon kept one firm hand on her back as she got used to the position. He licked his lips, admiring the sight of her breasts pressed against the marble counter top, her ass and cunt exposed to the air.

“Stay still and keep your hands flat on the surface,” Damon commanded. Breathing hard, she struggled to obey. He nudged her legs apart with his foot and fingered her exposed cunt. “My, aren’t you wet?”

She groaned as he played with her folds.

“Come see, brother. Sarah, why don’t you show Jared what a good girl you are, patiently awaiting your punishment?”

Jared joined them. Damon stepped aside for Jared’s appraisal. The muscles of Sarah’s back tensed, and then relaxed as Jared ran his fingers down her vertebrae, taking his time in tracing each swirl of ink. Would she eventually allow them to help her pick a design to celebrate their ownership of her body and heart?

“Look at the pretty curve of that ass,” Jared murmured, finally reaching the cleft of her buttocks.

She shuddered when he brushed against the puckered hole of her ass, the delicate bit of skin separating her two entrances, before reaching his favorite part. Jared traced the moist lips of her labia with his fingertips, ending his examination with a tug on her clit ring. She gasped at that, but didn’t move.

“Her ass is lacking some decoration,” Damon pointed out as Jared made way.

Jared stood by the edge of the counter, gently turned her head so her cheek lay on the marble and she could see him. Seeing the riot of emotions crossing her face, he smiled, heart tightening with affection.

“Do you think you can take twenty for us, little one?” Jared asked.

“Yes, Master,” she murmured.

Jared tucked one stray strand against her ear as Damon delivered his first barehanded smack. Her ass jumped, and her eyes widened slightly. Sarah’s lips parted and a moan slipped out. Jared’s balls tightened. He didn’t know how long he could hold off his climax.

“Damon likes to hear his subs count out loud,” Jared remarked, thumbing her kissable lips. “That wasn’t counted.”

Damon spanked her again.

“One,” she whispered.

Damon’s hand whistle through the air, and then the hard calluses of his hand connected against her smooth bottom.
Jesus.
Jared hadn’t seen a more erotic sight, and he’d seen plenty as his time as a Dom at the club.

“Two,” she managed.

Jared stroked her hair, complimented her as Damon finished his set. By then, her ass had taken on a nice shade of pink, her breathing grew shallow, but she hadn’t begged them once to stop. She colored very nicely, Jared noticed. They had already suspected she had a high tolerance for pain, but they wanted her to associate pain with pleasure.

“That’s our good girl,” Jared told her.

“Please,” she finally uttered.

“Please, what?” Damon asked, beginning to massage his handiwork.

She stole a quick look at Jared, who nodded in approval. After all, she’d taken her punishment like a champ. “Please fuck me, Master.”

Jared pulled out a condom and lube from the drawer nearby and passed them to Damon.

Damon had a mischievous look in his eyes. “On one condition. I’m taking your ass, but you don’t have permission to come. My brother will fuck your pussy. If you orgasm before I finish hammering your ass, I’m going to punish you again. Understood?

Sarah let out a shaky breath. “I understand, Master.”

“Good. Let’s begin.” Damon slipped on a condom. He then drizzled a generous amount of lube down her crack and his fingers. He slid a finger inside her, lubricating and scissoring her for his access. She squirmed, but a moan poured out of her, low and breathy with need.

“Please,” Sarah murmured. Her gaze—filled with trust and longing—warmed Jared’s insides.

Jared grunted, waiting his turn, but he knew the sweet rewards of denial. Damon grabbed her ass, then slid inside her slowly, making sure she got used to his length. She groaned, hands clawing at the counter. Sarah looked relieved when Jared helped restrained her wrists with his own hands.

“Relax, baby. Damon’s going to make you feel so good in a moment,” Jared told her.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Damon growled out, finally burying himself deep. He began to fuck her, his rhythm changing from slow to fast.

Keeping one hand on her wrists, Jared freed his other to slip between her legs. Her eyes widened, her mouth frozen to a shocked ‘o’ when he began drawing circles around her clit ring.

“Oh, God,” she uttered under her breath.

“Remember the rules, Sarah,” Jared warned, slipping a finger into her tight heat.

Sarah arched her back, breath rattling, but she obeyed. Jared finger-fucked her, sliding his fingers in and out of her heat. The way her pussy muscles clenched around them made him groan. Imagine it was his cock Jared drove inside her.

“Patience, brother,” Damon rumbled, panting. Several thrusts later, Damon dug his hands deep into Sarah’s hips, sinking into her one last time before climaxing. Damon shuddered before affectionately slapping her ass. “Good girl.

Sarah flushed at the compliment, although her face remained strained with the effort of keeping her orgasm in. Feeling generous, Jared stopped teasing her clit, amused when she let out a frustrated growl. Damon recovered and wiped her off with some baby wipes.

Jared glanced at Damon. “I’m taking her in bed.”

“Good choice.” Damon nodded in approval.

Sarah blinked, and then yelped when Jared easily scooped her up again in his arms. She clutched at his shoulders as Jared carried her back to the bedroom and placed her at the edge of the bed. Jared reached the limits of his control. He spread her legs apart and ran a loving hand up her left calf, knee, inner thigh, getting a warm smile from Sarah as a reward.

“You forgot this.” Damon appeared by his side and handed him a condom.

Jared grinned. “Thanks, bro.”

“Don’t worry, I’m clean,” Sarah said. “And Michael wanted my tubes tied.”

She sounded a little hollow, got a little misty-eyed. Jared exchanged looks with Damon. Damon slid next to her in bed, gathered her head into his lap, and began stroking her hair. Someday, perhaps not tomorrow or weeks or months ahead, but someday, Sarah’s husband would cease coming between the three of them. The bastard caused her enough damage. The ghost of him always kept floating back up in Sarah’s mind, chaining her down. Eventually, he’d only be a memory.

“Sorry,” Sarah mumbled a second later.

“If you apologize again for something that does not require one, I will let my brother bend you over his lap,” Jared warned.

Her eyes gleamed, and she nodded. “Please, Sir. Fuck me?”

“Excellent answer, sub.”

Jared slipped on the condom, closed his hands around her ankles, and pushed his tip inside her tempting pink folds. She surprised him by wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing him in close. Sarah moaned as he penetrated her slick and ready pussy. Her cunt muscles closed around his cock like a tight fist, making him groan.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight and wet.”

Jared saw Damon kept her hands restrained with his own. Damon’s intent gaze was solely focused on the expressions crossing their sub’s face. Jared buried himself hilt-deep, staying where he was for a couple of seconds until she let out a frustrated hiss.

“Hush, Sarah. I want you to feel my possession as you did my brother’s.”

Sarah met his gaze. Her look unexpectedly softened, melted his insides, and sent a jolt right to his chest and close-to-bursting shaft.

“Don’t you know? I was already yours the first time we met.”

Her words shook Jared to the core, and he knew she had the same effect on Damon.

“Thank you, for picking me, wanting me, even if I’m broken,” she whispered.

Jared had a feeling she’d just broken the armor encasing her heart and soul, baring it all to them. Still, why did that sound like some kind of goodbye?

Jared shook his head. No use overthinking things now. “Ready, love?”

She flushed at the nickname, but nodded. “Yes. Please.”

Damon chuckled.  “I like how she’s always so damn polite.”

Jared moved, his strokes sure and fast. He increased his momentum with each needy whimper she emitted. Each time their bodies collided, the pressure inside him continued to build. Jared was rock-hard, ready to burst, but not yet. He changed angle, heard her tell-tale gasp. Sarah’s eyelids fluttered, and her breathing grew shallow.

“Oh, God,” she murmured.

In response, Jared only gave her a knowing smile and aimed for her g-spot repeatedly until they both panted and groaned in unison. He reached out, tugged at her clit ring. “Come for us, baby.”

It was enough. Her body shuddered, and finally, a scream tore out of her. Sarah’s entire body shook as she climaxed, but Damon held her steady. Jared’s own orgasm came soon after. Thrusting into her one last time, Jared held her tight, closed his eyes, and exploded inside the condom.

Ripples of pleasure wrecked his body. Ultimate satisfaction he made Sarah come. Jared collapsed next to her, silently thanking Damon, who disappeared into the bathroom to get wipes. He brought Sarah close to him and held her tiny frame against his chest.

“Feel good?” Jared asked against her ear. He tucked a stray strand of her hair aside.

She looked at him with half-lidded blissful eyes. “You know the answer to that.”

Damon came back and handed Jared a washcloth. Ah, the benefits of sharing a woman with a man who understood routine. Jared cleaned them both up. By then, Damon joined them in bed. Damon settled himself behind the curve of Sarah’s back, nuzzling her. Sarah let out a happy little mewl that made Jared laugh.

She squinted at him suspiciously.

“Like I said, you remind us of a happy little kitten.”

Her squint turned to a glare. Jared laughed, catching her bottom lip with his teeth. He nibbled on it before taking her lips again. When he released her, she moaned into his mouth. Over her shoulder, Jared caught the glint in Damon’s eyes.

“Who’s up for round two?” Damon suggested.

“Right now?” Sarah asked, surprised.

Damon grinded himself against her in answer, and Jared’s own cock perked up. He pressed his needy shaft against the curve of Sarah’s belly.

“See the kind of effect you have on us?” Jared slipped a hand between her legs.

She flushed cutely when he showed her how slick she was. Then the daring little minx did the unexpected. She leaned over and flicked her tongue over her own arousal, watching his reaction. Damon groaned. Jared’s cock thickened.

Jared didn’t miss the fact she’d never done such a thing before. Her time away from her psychotic ex-husband already paid off. Made her braver and finally lured out the real self she’d buried away for so long.

Damon bit down on her earlobe. “You asked for it, kitten.”

Sarah woke between Damon and Jared the next morning, feeling completely well rested. Rubbing at her eyes, Sarah realized she couldn’t remember the last time she had such a peaceful sleep. No nightmares where Michael visited her each time, repeating hate-filled sessions that ended in her blood and tears.

Something on the dresser vibrated. Sarah pushed herself up with difficulty. Damon tightened his hold on her hip, and Jared only kept nuzzling his head between her breasts.

“I need my phone,” she murmured. “Bobby and James must be worried.”

“Forget them,” Damon grumbled behind her, sounding grumpy.

“Knowing them, they might call the police or something.”

Damon relaxed his hold a little so she could swipe her phone. Seeing the two missed calls from James, she bit her lip.

“Sorry, I think I better call James.”

 Damon muttered something under his breath. Jared remained sound asleep. Finally, Damon shifted to his side so Sarah could get up. Seeing them, Sarah wondered what it was like, waking up like this every morning. To start each day, knowing she was loved and wanted. Cherished. For a moment, all Sarah could do was stand there, watching.